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riaarivic · 5 months

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HIS - KNJ x F!reader: 2 Clean

💗Pairings idol!NamjoonxReader

💗 Genres idol!AU, Smut, Angst, Romance, Enemies to lovers

💗 Rating 18+ minors DNI

💗 Summary Four years have passed since the last time you saw Kim Namjoon. But now he was right in front of you, with the same stupid warm smile that made your good judgment (and underwear) disappear without a trace. You haven't seen him for four years. But now here you were working for BTS again. Having to see his insufferably attractive face every day of your life again.

But there's something Namjoon doesn't know. The little girl with almond eyes and dimples in her smile clinging to his ex-girlfriend's hip, not only looked too much like him. But she was… His.

💗 Warnings for the chapter: reader has very conflictive emotions about the news of her pregnancy at the begining. This chapter will have some back and forth time skips, miscommunications, pinning, SO MUCH PINNING, Hurt/comfort.

💗 A/N: ⚠️ dialogue in BOLD is intended to be in English if not, they are speaking in Korean. ⚠️

Love, Ria

💗 Chapter wordcount 4,8k

💗 Series index: 1 2

“The drought was the very worst, ah-ah. When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst It was months and months of back and forth, ah-ah, ah-ah. You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore” -Taylor Swift

💗💗💗MARCH 2021💗💗💗

Your daughter, Hana.

Amid the rapid-fire questions echoing in Namjoon's head, his pulse raced as you introduced the unexpected star of the show—

Who had just barged into the already tense conference room.

Like a small– But charming tornado.

"Everyone, this is my daughter, Hana. Baby, say hi; they will work with mommy." You said sitting her on your lap.

"Hello, I’m Hana. I’m Three years old.” Hana greeted, her innocence oozing charm.

She spoke korean.

That made Namjoon smile.

Cute.

"Baby Hana, do you know who we are?" Jimin asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She nodded. Did she?

"You are Jimin, Jk, V, Jin, J-Hope, Suga, and… Rap Monster?” Hana’s innocent attempt earned laughter from everyone.

Everyone but Namjoon.

He halted what he was doing, a sudden realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.

She was three years old.

And she looked like him.

Too much like him.

“She’s so polite!” Jimin exclaimed.

“That’s so cute!” chimed in V.

“Are you an army, baby Hana?” Jin inquired, curious.

“No,” Hana replied. “I like Seventeen more.” Jin's shocked expression made everyone burst with laughter.

“Oh! But we’re cooler than them!” Jin tried to protest.

“I’m sorry; she has her interests, and right now, she’s obsessed with Wonwoo from Seventeen.” you tried to explain. But Seokjin was already about to get into a fight with a three year old to prove that, In fact, BTS were much cooler.

Not that Namjoon had a problem with Seventeen.

But he considered himself objectively cooler than them.

He stopped mid thought. Why the hell is he caring so much of what a toddler thought?

"Hana! Here you are!" A tall man with glasses emerged, breaking the charm of the moment. "We apologize for the interruption. Our Hana tends to run too fast. I am Eric Lee, Stardom’s chief financial operator and Y/N’s husband," he added, the unnecessary detail sending a ripple through the room.

The oblivious members resumed their excitement, but Namjoon felt like a computer crashing and about to explode. The mathematical calculations in his head were on the brink of causing a stroke.

If Namjoon's eyes could kill, Eric would be a bloody stain on the floor. Jealousy surged within him, a feeling he knew he didn't deserve.

But your daughter, she was three.

That meant you met this person around the same time you broke up.

You surely moved fast.

The Eric guy apologized again and took Hana from your arms to take her outside. She smiled at everyone and waved goodbye.

Her dimpled smile made Namjoon’s heart do a somersault.

The meeting continued as if background noise, but Namjoon's focus shifted to you, studying your face. That girl, she looked too much like him and nothing like this whoever-I-don’t-care guy.

It couldn't be possible.

He admitted he hurt you. But you would never do that to him.

Right?

If that girl was his.

You would have told him.

But he looked too much like him.

And he needed to talk to you.

💗💗💗FEBRUARY 2017💗💗💗

The conference room hummed with tension.

As the team gathered for a crucial meeting on the North American leg of their Wings Tour. Namjoon, the usually composed leader, wore a furrowed brow and an air of defiance. The discussion centered around their press schedules.

Namjoon's frustration boiled over as he voiced his stance, "I won't be a clown for them. We're artists. I won't subject the group to this circus. Where the only thing they ask us if we had ever eaten a hamburger"

You, seated across the table, shot him an incredulous look.

"Namjoon, we can't afford to cut the press schedules. If we want BTS to break into the mainstream music market, we need exposure. Press appearances are non-negotiable."

He scoffed, "Exposure won't matter if they don't take us seriously. I won't compromise our art for popularity."

The heated exchange drew the attention of the other members and the managers.

This was the third time this week.

And the main managers were starting to think if you were worht all this tenssion.

But you did get them an appearance on the three main late night shows in the US for their tour promotion.

So you two had to learn to get along.

The room crackled as you shot back, "This is not about compromising your art, Namjoon. It's about strategic promotion. We need the media to understand and appreciate you, all of you."

Namjoon's eyes flashed with anger, and just as the confrontation seemed to reach its peak, J-Hope intervened.

"I think it's enough. This is about the success of the group. We'll do what it takes to keep BTS in the public eye, and that includes press appearances."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of the decision sinking in.

Yoongi, who had remained quiet, finally spoke up. "I get where Namjoon is coming from, but we have to adapt to the market. If this is what it takes, then we'll do it. And Namjoon, you have Y/N's support. She won't let us down."

You nodded, your frustration simmering beneath the surface. The resolution hung in the air as the team grudgingly agreed to move forward with the press schedules.

The future of BTS in the North American market now rests on the delicate balance between you and him.

And none of you would give the other the satisfaction of a win.

After the intense meeting, you needed a moment to decompress. So you headed to the lounge to join the stylist crew for lunch.

The atmosphere was more relaxed here, a welcome change from the tension in the conference room. The aroma of delicious foods filled the air as you settled at the table with your colleagues.

As you unwrapped your lunch, the stylist crew delved into a gossip session.

“Y/N-ssi, Do You know Ha-young? She’s from the makeup team” You nodded. “She just confessed to PD-nim that she caught one-sided feelings with one of the members” the younger stylist said leaning closer to you “Bad girl. She should have known better”

“My money is on Jimin” one of them said and the others giggled. You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the girl who had just lost her job.

Their director was unforgiving.

Just like they have told you on your first day here. Having any type of personal relationship with any of the members was the cardinal sin.

Poor Ha-young, was going to be blacklisted from the industry, a harsh punishment for what was deemed reckless and unprofessional behavior.

Listening to the gossip, you couldn't help but shake your head.

The idea of jeopardizing your career for a simple crush seemed both reckless and foolish.

As the chatter continued, you found yourself silently reaffirming your commitment to keeping personal and professional boundaries intact.

That will never be you.

💗💗💗NOVEMBER 2019💗💗💗

“I am really sorry, doll,”

Yoongi murmured, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

“I don’t understand anything that’s happening,” you admitted, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. You patted Hana’s back as she slept peacefully unaware of the deep wound on her mother’s heart.

One that you would have to mend.

To have the strength to raise a child…

By yourself.

“You know it takes time for him to wrap his head around things. He’ll know better, give him time,” Yoongi offered, his voice reflecting a hint of confusion and frustration with Namjoon's actions.

“I wish I had that luxury, Yoongi. But she’s here. She’s alive, she needs things. I can’t just go and say that I need time. She needs a parent… Both of us.” Yoongi sighed, understanding the gravity of the situation.

“I considered it, you know? Not Having her” your heart sank confessing this for the first time outloud “But, I guess I was selfish, and I resent myself for it. The selfish side of me wanted to at least have this. But she’s so much more than just us. She’s so special.”

“I can see that,” he replied, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You hate babies, Min,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“This one’s alright. She’s a part of you too. And that makes her special.”

“I’m scared,” you confessed, vulnerability seeping into your words.

“I know, doll,” Yoongi reassured, his tone softening.

“I don’t know if I can be a good mom to her. I can’t do this alone.”

“First of all, you are not alone. Second of all, you are the most capable, hardworking, and kind person I’ve met. It’s going to be fucking hard? Yes, I’ll not sugarcoat it. But you got this.”

“I want to punch him in the face so much.” You felt the first tears start to fall from your eyes.

“I know, doll. Me too,” Yoongi admitted, the unspoken understanding between you two creating a bond of shared frustration and support.

Yoongi placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his gaze filled with both empathy and frustration. "Look, Y/N, I know Namjoon, and this is so unlike him. We've been through everything together for more than ten years, and he's not the type to turn away from responsibilities. There has to be something else going on."

Your eyes filled up with tears again, a mixture of sadness and anger. "I just don't understand why he sent his mother, with an envelope full of money instead of facing us himself. It feels like he's treating us like a burden."

Yoongi's expression hardened, a rare sight for someone known for his calm demeanor. "He messed up big time, and he needs to face the consequences. You and Hana deserve better."

"I thought he loved me. I thought we meant something to each other," you confessed, your voice cracking.

"He does, Y/N. I can't explain his actions, but I've never seen him act this way. Whatever it is, he needs to sort it out. Meanwhile, you focus on being the amazing mother I know you can be."

Tears spilled down your cheeks, and Yoongi pulled you into a tight embrace. "I'm here for you, Y/N. We all are. BTS isn't just about the stage; we're a family and both of you are a part of it. Families stick together, no matter what."

As you let out a shaky breath, a mixture of gratitude and sadness, you whispered, "Thank you, Yoongi."

"Anytime, doll. You’ve got this," he reassured, his words carrying a promise of solidarity and support. The hotel room, once filled with the weight of uncertainty, now held a glimmer of hope amid the storm of emotions.

You’ve got this.

You had to.

💗💗💗MARCH 2017💗💗💗

They just got nominated to an international award.

Everyone else was celebrating their milestone.

But Namjoon just couldn't enjoy it as much as he wanted to.

He was happy.

For the first time in his life he felt like they were finally receiving the praise they deserved for their art and their hard work.

But the weight of their public persona and the fine lines they could never cross as idols in Korea, was growing heavier by day. And the endless possibilities of major exposure scared the fuck out of him.

They were on their six date of the tour when he felt like he was going to die.

The air backstage in Newark was thick with the aftermath of Namjoon's exhaustion-fueled breakdown.

You found him leaning against a wall, a cigarette between his fingers. He couldn’t hide the trembling of his hands.

"That's an awful habit you have right there," you commented, eyeing the smoke.

"I can say the same to you," he retorted, nodding at the Coca-Cola can in your hand. "What can I say, everyone picks their own poison." you smiled at him honestly. For the first time.

Surprisingly, it led to the first civil conversation between you two.

You leaned against the wall beside him, sipping your cola, the fizz providing a rhythmic contrast to the quiet.

He broke the silence, "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm just a puppet, dancing to whatever tune the media plays."

"It’s okay to feel tired sometimes, you know?" you offered.

"I do, but being their leader and their spokesperson. I can’t afford to be nervous or too tired," Namjoon admitted. "I speak for myself in these interviews. It is a huge weight on my shoulders to speak for everyone. Sometimes they might not agree with what I’m saying."

"Yeah, I reckon Panda Express being your favorite restaurant in America is a pretty controversial opinion," you teased, earning a hearty laugh from him.

"Do you think they are going to ever take us seriously?" he asked with a laugh and a touch of desperation.

"They better do. You guys will own this industry one day."

He shot you a grateful smile, and for a moment, the weight on his shoulders seemed to ease.

"That is a pretty controversial opinion. I am a 'what’s your favorite American food' away from literally losing it," he confessed.

"You know," you began, changing the topic with a playful grin, "I think your controversial opinions are what make you more human to your fans. They love you for being real."

Namjoon chuckled, the tension dissipating. "Maybe I should start a blog—'Kim Namjoon's Unfiltered Thoughts.'"

"You might break the internet with that," you joked, enjoying the rare camaraderie.

As the conversation lightened, you both shared a laugh, finding solace in this unexpected connection. The backstage chaos seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of understanding.

"You'll do fine. You always do," you reassured him.

"Thank you."

As a friendly gesture, you pulled a small disinfectant from your pocket.

"Manager Sejin was looking for you; you better use this before he finds you. You don't want him scolding you for the smell." you said before turning away to head back inside.

Namjoon chuckled, taking the disinfectant. "Thanks, Y/N. For being here."

"Anytime, Joon," you replied, the use of the nickname a testament to the newfound camaraderie

He smiled, and the scent of the disinfectant mixed with your fragrance, like flowers in the air.

As Namjoon walked away, disappearing into the backstage hustle, he took a moment to collect his thoughts.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called out, it was Sejin, the ever-watchful manager, threading through the maze of crew members and equipment.

You approached him, noting the stern expression on his face. "Mr. Sejin, you were looking for Namjoon?"

He nodded, "Yes, he needs to wrap up the interviews and rest. The schedule is tight, and we can't afford any delays."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness toward Namjoon. "He's doing his best, Sejin. But he's human, not a machine."

Namjoon was about to walk to where you were but that coment made him freeze on his feet.

Sejin sighed, his stern expression softening. "I know, Y/N. I just worry about them all. The pressure is immense."

"It is, but moments like these," you gestured to the chaotic backstage, "it is good remind them that they're not alone."

He offered a small smile, appreciating the sentiment. "You're right. Well, let's make sure Namjoon gets some rest."

As you both navigated the backstage maze, you didn’t know he listened to the conversation. And he couldn't shake off the unexpected warmth that had emerged from the brief encounter with you.

The chaotic world of stardom was vast, but in that moment, a connection had formed—one that hinted at the resilience and humanity behind the larger-than-life personas.

Maybe you weren’t that bad.

💗💗💗AUGUST 2020💗💗💗

You had gone to a therapist when Hana was one.

The therapist's office had become a sanctuary for you, you needed guidance on the hard task of being a single mother to Hana.

She was going to ask the inevitable questions about her father one day. And you needed to know what to say. But no amount of therapy could have prepared yourself for this day.

Hana was smart, too smart for her age.

And when you came back from a playdate at her friends house.

She wanted answers to her questions.

"Why don't I have a daddy?"

You two were back in her room getting ready to sleep and you knew that question was coming.

You took a deep breath as you sat next to her, trying to find the right words. "All families are different, baby. Some have a mommy and a daddy. Some have two mommies or two daddies. Some, like ours, have a mommy and all your uncles and aunts. Isn't that fun?"

"It is fun," she replied, but the dissatisfaction lingered in her eyes. She had more questions, and you knew your initial answer wasn't enough.

And now she discovered kpop.

And she was obsessed with it.

You felt like throwing up everytime you saw him on your screen.

The bitter reminder that she deserved to know the truth. However, you weren't ready to shatter the illusion just yet. Telling anyone that her father was the leader of the biggest music group in history seemed unbelievable.

You knew how crazy you will sound.

Even your therapist had a hard time believing your story the first time you went to her.

But, your daughter was the living image of her father.

And you had shown her your old Big Hit contract for her to finally believe you.

"So I don’t have a dad?" Hana's expectant eyes pleaded for an honest answer.

"You do have one. He is living his dream, making millions of people happy," you stammered, your hands trembling as you combed her hair. Even though Hana was still a child, she sensed the discomfort and wisely chose not to press the topic any further—for today.

Later that night, as if the universe mocked you, he appeared on your TV screen. "I want to be a dad," he confessed to the interviewer, his smile was radiant as always. It felt like a punch to your stomach, the wine glass slipping from your hand and staining the new rug.

Fuck him.

He was a dad. He just chose not to be one.

The fandom even had the joke that he had a hidden wife and kids.

You entertained thoughts of shattering his public image, creating rumors that could strip away the disarming smile he flaunted. But the truth was, you could never inflict that pain on your daughter.

As the wine stain marred your rug, you vowed to shield Hana from the harsh realities as long as you could. But beneath your composed exterior, a storm of emotions raged.

Just for a little longer.

She will soon be old enough to understand.

But you didn't look forward breaking her heart with the news that her father didn't want her in his life.

💗💗💗FEBRUARY 2018💗💗💗

Everyone was tense.

The word disbandment floated heavily on the air.

After this morning’s team meeting things were pretty rough.

They were tired.

They felt like nothing was working in their favor.

Some of the members wanted a break.

Some of them wanted to keep going.

He had to remain unbiased.

You knew how unfair it was.

For him and for all of them.

Message from NJ: meet me upstairs. studio.

You knew what that meant.

He wanted to fuck the frustration away.

And you would be lying if you said you didn’t want to.

This was the riskiest thing you've ever done yet. You knew how dangerous it was for you especially. You were breaking your own rule and you were being careless.

You knew perfectly well what were the consecuences of what you were doing.

But you couldn’t get to care enough to stop you from hurriedly hitting the lock combination of his Studio.

His tired eyes greeted you. And a second later you were pinned to the wall behind you, hands everywhere and not enough at the same time.

And you wanted to ignore how much it hurt you that you were just this to him.

A relief.

“I missed this” he whispered against your lips. His tounge tasting your lower lips. Wanting to savour everything before devouring it all at once.

You missed it too.

But you were too stubborn to say it outloud.

And he was too, trying to pretend that he missed this whatever you had going on.

Instead of just you.

As always it started like a fight for dominance. His kisses carrying a hunger that transcended mere physical release. The urgency in his touch revealed a deeper need, one he was too stubborn to acknowledge.

Namjoon steps between your thighs and you can feel how much he needed this. His body is warm against yours as he lowers his lips to kiss down the column of your neck.

"You smell so good" you feel the soft breeze of his breath against your skin. And before you could reciprocate his words you felt the sharp pain of his teeth biting the same spot of your skin he just kissed a second ago.

"Namjoon-" a small whisper leaves your lips and a wave of conflicted feelings wash over his body.

He wanted to drown the world around you.

Where only the two of you existed.

And that scared him.

How much he really needed you.

He lifted you, his grip momentarily loosing his balance, and both of you erupted into laughter as you tumbled onto the sofa. "I'm so sorry," he said, his eyes holding a vulnerability that surpassed the laughter. "I'm just... I'm so tired."

His heart was breaking.

With a gentle smile, you cupped his cheek, your thumb wiping away his tears. "It’s okay, Joonie. Everything is going to be okay."

Your words rendered him defenseless. He was so tired of pretending he didn’t feel safe in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you and you could feel his body trembling with sobs.

He called you to fuck his frustration out of his system.

Just like you’ve been doing for a few months now.

But now on his studio floor he had a realization he wasn’t ready to confess just yet.

Everything else he had been saying to himself about you was a lie.

How he didn’t care; that you were just a passing crush. That he was too tired and too frustrated and that you both enjoyed each other’s company. That you were only good sex to him.

All of that was a lie.

As he kept crying and hugging you on his studio floor.

Both of you came to the same conclusion silently.

This wasn’t just sex; friends-with-benefits secret thing you had going on.

It was something much more complicated.

Something that could potentially destroy you.

The two of you stayed in silence on the floor, still wrapped on each other's arms.

That was the moment Namjoon realized.

He called you for sex.

But he just needed you.

💗💗💗MARCH 2021💗💗💗

A Battleground.

The room felt like it had become a battleground of emotions, the air thick with tension as memories and unspoken words lingered between you and Namjoon.

Right after the briefing ended he had dragged you into a conference room. It had been a week since you had met again and they were preparing to go back to Korea.

He was a sound man now. Not the youg man almost teenager that would have rushed into conclusions. First he needed to make his own research.

Have a few conversations with people.

Because he would never outlive the embarrasment if he was wrong.

But, all Namjoon could find was that Hana was your daughter and not your husband's.

And now you were alone for the first time in Three years, the silence was deafening, the unspoken history between you threatening to consume the room.

In the past, when you were alone with him, confessions of love had been whispered like forbidden promises against your lips in a conference room.

Just like the one you were in.

Today, his gaze was intense, his movements calculated, as if he were dissecting the reality before him. The little girl playing outside in your office seemed like a mirage, a cruel joke that fate had played on both of you.

Namjoon's stare bore into you, and the atmosphere crackled with the spark of four years of unsaid words. Finally, the tension shattered like glass as he spat out,

"Is she mine?"

His voice, sharp and accusatory, slashed through the heavy air.

A small, bitter part of you considered lying, but the futility of it hung in the air.

He knew, yet he chose to ignore it.

"Yes, Namjoon, she's your daughter," your voice strained, attempting to retain a semblance of control. "Her name is Hana Lee."

Two heartbeats passed, revealing a Namjoon you no longer recognized.

The man before you had become a diplomat, his mind working to carefully choose his words, concealing emotions you once knew he wore on his sleeve.

He was deflecting, you knew what he was doing.

You trained him to do that, long ago when you worked with them.

He was controlling his real emotions and speaking like at a press conference.

Another heartbeat passed and a spark of genuine emotion broke through when the reality of his daughter's existence sank in.

"Lee?"

His voice began to fill with an anger simmering beneath the surface, like molten lava fighting its way to the top of a volcano. "My husband’s last name," you retorted, your tone flat, a facade of control slipping away.

"You gave another man's last name to my daughter" his eyes darkened in disbelief and you couldn't help but chuckle at his nonsense.

If he was going to be this cruel.

You could play the game just as well.

You both were used to tearing each other into pieces anyway.

"You weren't there to give her yours, so." your voice sounded even more cynical than you expected to.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Namjoon's jaw clenched, frustration etched across his features.

A bitter chuckle escaped your lips. “Did you expect a wedding invite?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “I meant… the fact that I have a daughter.” he growled the last sentence through his teeth.

So much for calm and collected.

"Oh, but I tried," you shot back, frustration bubbling over. "Got on a plane for sixteen hours with a baby on my lap. Only to be warmly welcomed by your mother and Sejin with an envelope full of money and the threat to take her from me. What was I supposed to do?"

Namjoon's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't remember. Let me refresh your memory, shall we?" Bitterness laced your words. "You sent your mother and your manager to tell me that having an unplanned child out of wedlock would have 'destroyed you and Bangtan,' that you were so very sorry and told me to disappear"

He was about to speak but you didn't let him. All the things you have wanted to say for four years started to flow out of you like a dam that had just broken.

And the water would destroy everything on its way.

Starting with the both of you.

"They said you didn't want anything to do with us. And that if I ever came back, they would take Hana away from me. That I was just a minor mistake, an experience you just needed to have'' Anger surged within you. "Riding the horse isn't what you call it, right? And that my daughter was just the consequence of my own carelessness. That I should have known better."

You didn't know when you started to shout and now you couldn't stop. You wanted him to hurt as much as you were. "You told them to tell me all that. Because you didn't have the balls to say it right to my face"

"Or maybe you just didn't give a fuck."

Namjoon's features shifted from confusion to a hint of regret. "“That didn’t… I didn’t... I would never have done that."

“You didn't do what?” You turned away, unable to look at him. "You can't just waltz in here and pretend like you didn’t know," you said, your voice cracking with rage. "You missed everything, Namjoon. She's so smart and kind. Even when she feels like there's a missing part from her"

“Y/n” his voice was barely a whisper as his finger touched your wrist, sending electric shockwaves through your body. “I was waiting for you, but you never came.”

“Bullshit.”

“I don’t understand what game you’re playing right now Kim Namjoon, but I’ll tell you something. It's over. I will not let you make fun of us anymore.” Your throat tightened, tears threatening to spill. “You left me a letter, remember? and the text message after that. 'I hope you understand,” you said, mocking his voice.

Your laughter was bitter, filled with the pain of betrayal. "You sent me away, Namjoon. I couldn't just come back after that."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I waited for you at the hotel. I called you so many times that day." he said, desperation lacing his voice. "I waited for hours and you never came. Do you really believe that I wouldn't have taken responsibility for my daughter? That I would send her away?" He was shouting now too.

And he was close, too close to you now. You could bear his presence from a distance.

But not this close.

This close to him you couldn't pretend that your heart wasn't breaking for him.

That you didn't miss his eyes.

"I don't know, Namjoon. When you have a child, a life to protect. You would do anything to keep them safe. From anyone and everything. Not that you would know any of that" The words slipped from you before you realized how low of a blow was that. But you couldn't find yourself regretting it.

"Because we both know what you would choose if it came between the group or us." You stopped and smiled at him bitterly "And I understand, Namjoon. I truly do. You were finally living the dream you sacrificed everything for. I don't blame you anymore for it."

"I understand" your voice cracked filled with sadness.

And you truly did.

You knew how much he sacrificed.

He fought for his success with teeth and nails.

They all did.

And you knew how unfair it would have been to ask for him to drop everything for you and your daughter.

You understood him.

And that was the worst of it.

In a heartbeat anger left his body, and he was filled with the weight of a shared past. Everything was too much, this was too much and again his mask fell just for you.

He lifted his hand to grab your wrist, the small contact of his skin with yours felt like fire runnig trough your veins.

"I loved you, and I always have," he confessed.

The room hung in tumultuous silence, the weight of past wounds and the rawness of the present colliding in a clash of emotions.

You were about to respond when a small knock echoed through the room.

The knock on the door startled both of you, a temporary interruption to the emotional storm that raged in the room. Your eyes never left Namjoon's, the intensity of the unspoken words lingering between you like a heavy fog.

Namjoon stepped back, breaking the physical connection between you. He cleared his throat, the diplomat persona returning, but the vulnerability in his eyes betrayed the turmoil within. "We're not done," he said, a mixture of command and plea in his voice.

As the door creaked open, your eyes darted to see a petite figure standing there, a shadow in the doorway. Hana's eyes mirrored yours, wide and uncertain as she looked between the two adults. The air thickened with tension, the past colliding with the present in a collision of conflicting emotions.

"Mommy?" Hana's innocent voice cut through the charged atmosphere. Her gaze shifted from you to Namjoon, her curiosity evident "Mr. Rapmonster. why are you here?". You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.

Namjoon's eyes softened as he looked at Hana, and for a moment, the hardened exterior cracked. "I'm... a friend of your mommy's," he said, his words carefully chosen.

"A friend?" Hana repeated in Korean, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She might be young, but she wasn't oblivious to the undercurrents in the room.

She was smart. Even for her age, and she was quick to understand the things that were in front of her.

Just like him.

You knelt down beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Yes, sweetheart, just a friend, and we were talking" you assured her, shooting a pointed glance at Namjoon. The distance between you felt like an unbridgeable chasm.

Namjoon, sensing the tension, attempted a reassuring smile, but it looked strained. "I heard you like drawing. Do you draw a lot?" he asked, trying to engage Hana in a conversation that felt more awkward than casual.

Hana nodded, her gaze never leaving Namjoon. "I like drawing flowers," she replied, the tension in the room momentarily diffusing as she shared a piece of her world.

Namjoon crouched down to her eye level, a genuine smile softening his features. "Flowers are beautiful. Maybe you can show me your drawings sometime?" he suggested.

Hana's eyes flickered between you and Namjoon, processing the complex dynamics in the room. "Okay, but only if Mommy says it's okay," she declared, a hint of protectiveness in her voice.

Namjoon glanced at you, seeking approval. You nodded slightly, acknowledging the silent agreement. Hana's presence had inadvertently shifted the focus, giving you a momentary reprieve from the emotional confrontation.

As Namjoon and Hana engaged in a tentative conversation about art and colors, you retreated to the periphery, watching the scene unfold.

The wounds of the past were still raw, the emotions tangled, but for Hana's sake, you found a fragile truce with the man who once held your heart.

The journey from enemies to reluctant allies had just begun, and the path ahead was uncertain, shrouded in the complexities of a shared history that demanded resolution.

"Y/N, we need to talk" Hyung-Joon reappeared at the door, his voice filled with urgency and you nodded.

You knew this shouting match with Namjoon would bring consequences.

And you felt for a second that you just stepped into the past.

"When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe"

💗💗💗💗💗💗 Well hello there! First of all I am so, SO grateful for all the love this story is getting. It really means the world to me. Sincerely Thank you. With that beign said I want to leave a few notes for context and clarification. 1. This is a work of fiction, even if it is inspired by real events and real people. I will take creative licenses to make the storyline make sense. So, some things will be different as it happened IRL.

💗💗💗💗💗💗 Well hello!

First of all, THANK YOU. I am so happy to see all the love this story is getting and it means the world to me. Every comment, like and repost I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

And now, some notes for context:

This story is inspired on real events and people. But it is not a real representation or is trying to say that any of this happened IRL. With that beign said I'll take some creative licenses and adapt things that happened to the plot of the story.

2. I fucked up.... math is not my thing guys. Hana is three years old not four. Im sorry.

3. We all want a supportive friend like Yoongi in our lives.

4. The story is written in time skips, but the main storyline is March 2021 'The present'

I'm really exited for you guys to see what's next!!

Love,

Ria. 💗💗💗💗💗💗 TAG LIST: @felicityroth @cuteipat @jjinjo @mochimommy2002 @amarawayne @canarystwin Ps. If you want to be on the tag list drop a comment below!! 👩🏼‍💻✨

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sissylittlefeather · 4 months

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Time for a little brain break! I'll come back to How the Web Was Woven soon!

Lover Doll: A Danny Fisher Story

A/N: I know this is like the least creative name for a Danny Fisher (from King Creole) fic but whatever lol. This is a dirty (and borderline inappropriate oops) little thing I wrote just for the hell of it. Hopefully some of y'all enjoy it. I like to imagine this is where Danny gets his affection for older women 🤭

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!, inappropriate relationship (BUT EVERYONE IS OF LEGAL AGE), kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, swallowing

Word count: ~2.5k

Unfamiliar with Danny? Here ya go:

You were nervous to start teaching in the beginning, but by your third year you'd settled into your position fairly well. At 25, you finally felt like you had enough years between you and your high school students to make your authority legitimate.

And then they transferred Danny Fisher into your class. Danny had struggled in school, so he hadn't graduated when he was supposed to. That meant he was 19 when he sauntered into your math class and sat at the back. His heavily-lidded eyes and flyaway hair were enough to make you swoon, but you tried to look away.

He ignores you for the most part, until you call him by name to answer a question. You're determined to treat him just like any other student, despite the way your stomach flip flops when you look at him.

"Aw, Miss, I don't-" Just then he glances up and makes eye contact with you. Your cheeks flush and he loses the second half of his sentence. A couple of seconds pass and you realize what's happening.

"Never mind, Danny. Anyone else know the answer?" Class continues like normal until the bell rings at the end. He's in your last class of the day, so you're prepared to drop into your chair once all the kids leave, but he stays behind.

"Miss, you got a second?"

"Sure, Danny. What do you need?" You ask, heart in your throat.

"I didn't know teachers could be so young."

"Oh. Well, yes, I suppose."

"And pretty." You feel the blush rise in your cheeks again.

"Did you have a question?" He seems to be searching for something he can ask.

"Can you help me with those equations from earlier?" He smiles and his dimple catches you completely off guard. Then, he sits down at a desk in the front of the room and opens his math textbook.

"Oh, sure, Danny." Without thinking, you lean over the desk to see which questions he's talking about. When you do, he can see down the front of your dress. He takes a quick peek and then looks away, clearing his throat. You realize what just happened and stand up as quickly as possible. Now it's his turn to blush. He stands up from the desk holding his book in front of his lap, you suspect in an effort to hide himself.

"I have to get to work. We'll have to look at the equations another time." He smiles again and hurries from your room. When the door closes behind him, you can't help but laugh.

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You continue this way for a month, with him staying after school as often as possible for tutoring. But what starts as a mild flirtation gets stronger and stronger every time.

At one point he accidentally calls you "honey" when he gets frustrated with a question. He instantly apologizes, but you just laugh. Secretly, you love it and wish he would do it again.

You know it's wrong. He's your student. But he's also a grown man and your reaction to him is uncontrollable. You're used to 17-year-old boys who are basically big toddlers. Danny is only two years older than that, but he's worked more hours than you have. Nothing about him feels like a boy.

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One day, you stand looking out the classroom window while he's at the blackboard. You're feeling particularly sorry for yourself and the situation you're in with him. The attraction is undeniable, but nothing will ever come of it. He notices that you seem sad today, so he puts the chalk down and walks up behind you. He stands close enough for you to feel his breath on your neck. You can tell by the way he stands there that he wants to touch you, to put his arms around your waist or his hands on your hips, but he doesn't. Not yet.

"You alright, Miss y/l/n?" You take a deep breath before answering him. You wish he would touch you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just..." You turn to face him and he's even closer than you thought. You look up into his face. All he would have to do is lean down a few inches and his lips would be on yours.

"Can I..." His eyes flick down to your mouth. You're just about to tell him yes when he leans in just enough and presses his lips to yours gently. His hands shake a little, but he reaches out and puts them on your hips. He pulls back for a second, checking to make sure you don't want him to stop and then kisses you again, more passionately this time, sliding his hands back behind you and pulling your body in close to his. You break the kiss and pull back away from him.

"Danny, wait. This is wrong."

"Wrong? It doesn't feel wrong?"

"I'm your teacher." You look down at your feet.

"Hey." He tips your chin up with his hand and looks into your eyes. "Listen. You're a woman. I'm a man. This feels right to me. Does it feel right to you?"

"Yes." You nod. "But that doesn't mean it is."

"Y/n... can I call you by your name?" You nod again. "Y/n, you make me feel things I've never felt before. That can't be wrong."

"Oh, yes it can. Surely you know..." Then a thought occurs to you. You look at him with your head cocked to the side. Then, you walk backwards away from him and perch on the edge of your desk.

"Danny, you say I make you feel things you've never felt before. Have you ever been with a woman?" You try to look into his eyes but he avoids you. He looks down and tries to hide the fact that he's blushing.

"No." He answers with a tone of slight annoyance. Then he looks back up into your face. "But that doesn't mean I can't or won't. I want to. I want to be with you."

"Oh, Danny. I'm just not sure that's a good idea. I am your teacher-"

"Then teach me." He wraps himself around you again and kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth. "Teach me, please." He whispers when he pulls back from the kiss.

Your eyes flick between his and you want nothing more than to say yes. Your body is screaming at you to kiss him again and rip his clothes off. You know it's wrong, but you're not sure if you care anymore. Can something that feels so right really be wrong?

Finally, you nod and he looks at you eagerly. His hands go to your hips and he pushes against you as he kisses you passionately. He kisses down your neck and reaches behind you to unzip your dress. He pulls the top of your dress down so that you're only in your bra from the waist up. You push his t-shirt up and over his head and off. His chest has the smallest patch of soft hair and you're reminded how young he is. But just when you're about to back out again, he pulls your hips away from the desk and lets your dress fall to the floor at your feet. Now you stand there in nothing but your bra and panties. He takes you in slowly and looks at you hungrily like he might devour you if he could.

You nervously glance at the classroom door. It's closed and you know that by now the building is empty. And then a thought occurs to you.

"Don't you have to be at work soon?"

"No." He responds firmly and dives into a deep kiss, his hands running up and down your body. They tremble slightly, but he hopes you ignore it as he slides them up to hold your breasts. You reach down and feel his hard cock pressing against his jeans. When you touch him, he backs out of the kiss and whimpers a bit.

"Danny, do you know what happens next?" You ask quietly as you stroke him. He grunts and nods.

"Yes, I do."

As if to show you that he does, he slips his fingers, still slightly trembling, under the waistband of your panties and pushes one finger into you. You moan softly as he adds a second finger and pumps them in and out of you slowly.

"Yes, don't stop." You whisper. He nods and keeps working his hand as you close your eyes and continue to stroke him through his pants. After a few more seconds, you use both hands to undo his zipper and push them down his legs. He steps out of them and you look at him in just his underwear with his hand in your panties. He might be 19 and a virgin, but his body is that of a man and it elicits a physical response from you that he can feel with his fingers. He smiles and kisses your shoulder gently.

You reach back and undo your bra, letting it drop to the floor. He stops moving his hand for a second as he takes in your naked breasts. You put your hand back on him and feel his cock twitch. He whimpers again.

"I want to kiss you, but not on your lips."

"Where, then?"

"Everywhere." He looks into your eyes almost pleadingly.

"Then kiss me, Danny." He kisses your mouth once before leaving a trail of hot kisses on your neck down to your chest. He runs his tongue in a circle around one nipple and ghosts his lips across your skin to the other one, pulling it into his mouth gently. But he doesn't stop there. He gets on his knees and kisses down your stomach, pulling his fingers out of you and dragging your panties down your legs. Then, he leans you back against the desk a little and spreads your legs, kissing your center. He leans his forehead against your lower stomach.

"I've never done this before. How do I... what do you...?"

"Just kiss me. With your tongue. Here." You put your finger on your clit and rub it in circles, so he will know what to do. He nods and leans forward again, pressing his mouth to you. He begins to move his tongue over and around your clit and you have to bite your lower lip to keep from crying out.

"Like this?"

"God, yes, don't stop!" He smiles and presses a finger into you again while he licks you. He pumps his finger in and out while he moves his tongue feverishly on your clit. You feel the coil of your orgasm tighten in your belly and he keeps on licking you. The coil snaps and you gasp.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, Danny, yes!" You moan as quietly as you can, while you come hard in his mouth. He feels your walls flutter and pulse around his fingers.

"W-w-was that good?" He looks up at you from his place between your legs and you almost melt.

"Yes!" He smiles and kisses your hip and then stands up, wiping his face with his hand. You push his underwear down and watch his cock bounce free. He closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip when you reach out and palm his dick, sliding his foreskin back.

"You're sure this is what you want, Danny?" His eyes pop open and he looks at you desperately.

"Honey, I've never wanted anything more." He lifts you by the hips and sets you on the desk. You pull his hips in between your legs and line him up with your entrance. He holds you and pushes into you slowly, grunting when he fills you fully. His cock is bigger than you expected and you moan at the sensation of him hitting the most sensitive place inside you. He pulls back and pushes into you again deeply. Then, he picks up the pace a little and starts to slam his hips into you passionately. Your breasts bounce with his rhythm and he leans down and kisses your chest again while he fucks into you.

"Yes, honey, goddamn, that feels good." He puts his hand on the side of your neck and runs his thumb over your lips. His hips pound into yours over and over, his cock sliding in and out of you rhythmically. He looks down at the place where you're connected and groans. The sight of himself moving in and out of you is enough to almost push him over the edge. But you're not finished with him yet.

"Oh, no honey, what're you doing?"

You push him backwards out of you and then around to the chair on the other side of the desk. He falls into the chair and you crawl on top of him, one leg on either side of him, and sink down onto his dick with your hands on his shoulders. "Oh." He moans breathlessly as you begin to bounce on him. His hands go to your breasts, squeezing them gently and teasing your nipples with his thumb and fingers.

"Do you like this, Danny?" You ask, your voice dripping with desire like the sweetest honey. He nods and whimpers, leaning forward to kiss your neck.

"Yes, I love it." He whispers as he nuzzles you just below your ear. You switch to rolling your hips, pushing him deeper and deeper inside you. He puts his hands on your hips while you ride him. "'M bout to come, doll."

You stand up off of him and he whines desperately.

"No..."

But then you get on your knees and put your mouth around his cock and he inhales sharply. You bounce your mouth on him vigorously and then pull all of him into you, letting him hit the back of your throat.

"Oh, fuck, y/n!" He cries out as he comes hard in your mouth and you swallow it down. You lick around the head of his cock one last time and then stand up. He pulls you down into his lap and cups your face in his hand.

"Honey, that was..." You smile and he kisses you softly. He presses his forehead to yours. "Thank you."

You sit there like that naked together for a while before you speak again.

"Danny, we can't tell anyone about this."

"I know. We can do it again sometime, though, right?"

"I don't know. We probably shouldn't have done it this time."

"Shhh." He holds your face again. "Yes, we should've. You mean more to me than just this. I think I'm fallin' for you." You feel the tears gather in your eyes.

"Oh, Danny..."

"I am. So stop sayin' it's wrong." You kiss him again and he holds you tightly. Finally, you stand up and start to gather your clothes, tears falling down your face silently.

"Why're you cryin', doll?" He stands up and you look into his eyes.

"Because I'm falling for you too." He wraps you in his arms again and you cry against his chest. You know that nothing can come from this, but right now, he's yours and you're his.

In this moment, nothing else matters.

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poppurini · 11 months

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holding his hand

incl. malleus & f!reader┊reader wears a dress

note. not proofread i word vomit

malleus was deprived of physical touch ever since birth. aside from his grandmother and the country’s trusted general, people and animals alike have avoided him like plague if possible. servants back at the castle bowed their heads and retreated quickly whenever they spotted him, birds have fled and the animals have left their precious dinner behind when malleus stepped into their vicinity.

the man understands since childhood that it was due to his position and the power he possessed, but he would never harm them. he was certain he would never abuse his power and harm innocent creatures, he was not a monster. well, he was a little upset with the way he’s being treated but it never really occupied much of his mind, really. he had stopped gazing out windows, standing on his tippy toes when he was a mere toddler to watch the town children running around and play-fighting with each other. it had stopped bothering him, he had grown accustomed to it. only until this very moment where he’s sat beside you, that is.

to others, it may have been a little embarrassing. the future king of briar valley had fallen quick and deep for this child of man he had coincidentally met during one of his strolls in the forest. it was cliché, really. but how could he not be intrigued by someone who did not flee at the sight of him? instead you held an endearing curiosity in your eyes, clearly alarmed by the stranger but still, you did not flee.

his feet brought him back to the very same spot the next day, hoping to encounter you again and, well, maybe make a friend? he never had a friend. he should take the initiative. malleus preferred you come out from hiding first, though. surely you’re aware of him noticing your presence? he had chuckled a little, this human was poor at being discreet.

and before malleus knew it, his heart yearned for you. not a second goes by where his mind was not occupied by the intriguing girl he had met that fateful day. the young fae finished his lessons quickly and stepped out, he’d hate to be late and make you wait.

malleus hope he wasn’t being too obvious about it but oh, what is this feeling, anyway? he does not know, but he likes it. he likes the way you make him feel, it was such a pleasant feeling he find himself smiling at the mere thought of you.

there is one thing troubling him, however. he wishes to hold you oh so desperately. the distance between you two had closed gradually the more you see each other but he still could not find the courage in him to just initiate touch. yes, the mighty fae was shy. how embarrassing, truly.

he had a hunch you reciprocated his feelings, malleus had seen the bashful look on your face when he draped his coat over your lap. it was windy that day, you looked a little cold to the man and your pretty dress did not cover all of you, he find the way you stuttered thanks adorable.

it was a gesture that occurred to him naturally, he hadn’t thought much about it. but holding hands? oh, how scandalous.

he had given much thought about how he should execute it. i mean, he could really just ask outright. may i hold your hand? that wasn’t hard, but it would be extremely sudden and maybe a little awkward, he admit. or he could sneak his way in? you are sitting very close to each other, after all. if anything the slight graze of your skin against his was driving him to the edge. if only there was something that—

“I pricked my finger today, did you know that some flowers have thorns on them? So scary!” a small laugh escaped you while recalling the little accident you had today, too distracted by its beauty. there was definitely still much to learn for you.

you showed him the small injury, the blood had stopped but it still stings, you told him. malleus’ gaze softened as he gently held your hand. “You should’ve been more careful, child of man.” concern laced his voice as he casted magic, healing your little injury. “Does it still hurt?”

the look you had made him smile. it was but a simple spell, the most basic one, and yet it got you so astonished. there were many surprises to you that he could not wait to unravel them all.

it wasn’t long until malleus stiffened, his heart racing in its cage, threatening to burst. he was holding your hand in his, and you did not pull away. even after the little treatment was done.

he cleared his throat and prepared to pull away, an apology already at the tip of his tongue but you held on. you took his hand in yours and even sat closer to the man with a quiet giggle, almost leaning against him.

“Thanks, Malmal.”

you continued on about the adventures you had today while mindlessly playing with his slender fingers, and it didn’t take malleus long to intertwine them with yours as he hummed in response to your stories.

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mellowsadistic · 1 year

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My adorable little girlfriend slept peacefully on the bed, enjoying her afternoon nap. She’d been so fussy earlier, whining about how she didn’t want to be a stupid baby who still wore nappies, but a quick trip over my knee had sorted out her attitude. Like a lot of women, she thought she was tough and independent, but a smacked bottom was all it took to put her in her place. No matter how grumpy or strong-willed a girl might be, if you give her a sore, red bottom she’ll turn into a sweet little angel for you, for a little while at least.

My silly little lady complained all the time about how I was taking away her adulthood and trying to turn her into some ridiculous diaper-dependent baby who needed a man to take care of her. She was right, of course. I wanted her utterly helpless, totally dependent on both me and her bulky adult nappies, just the way a woman should be.

But it wouldn’t be so bad! Sure, it would be very humiliating for an adult woman, especially one as strong-willed and independent as her, to be turned into an incontinent little Daddy’s girl. It would be impossible for her to keep going with her career, of course. She could hardly continue to be an intimidating businesswoman when she might wet or mess her nappy at any moment, and have to waddle off to find someone to change her, could she? But that was all for the best. She’d be much happier staying at home, crawling around on the floor and playing with her baby toys. No worries at all. When she got up from her nap, she wouldn’t even need to worry about getting dressed! Because in just her nappy, my little girl was fully dressed for the day. Gone were her tomboyish shirts and jeans, and her classy business suits, replaced by crinkly disposable diapers.

It was quite a change, one that had required a lot of spankings to enforce, but it was the most adorable thing in the world, watching my big baby waddle around in her soaked, sagging nappy while her enormous bare breasts, symbols of her womanhood, sloshed about on her chest like udders. It was the contrast between her exposed adult body and the yucky nappy she wore around her waist that was so delightful. Big girl on top (admittedly an embarrassed, bare-titted one) and baby on the bottom. I don’t know what humiliated her more, having her nappy permanently on display, ready for Daddy to slip his fingers into to check at any time, or having her melon-sized tits constantly bouncing and wobbling about wherever she went. Either way my blushy baby was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

As I watched her dozing, I suddenly heard a faint hissing sound. Smiling broadly, I reached out to probe the front of her nappy, gently so as not to wake her. I could feel it warming beneath my fingers. My tough little businesswoman was pissing herself in her sleep. Her unpotty-training was coming along nicely. She was already a helpless bedwetter, and she’d recently started to have accidents during the day too. It wouldn’t be long until she was completely incontinent.

“Daddy…” she murmured in her sleep. “Dada…”

I felt my heart melting. I did take a sadistic pleasure in transforming her from a proud, independent women into a helpless, overgrown baby girl, taking away everything that she was and reducing her to a snivelling toddler, but I did love her as well. This really was for her own good. She’d be much happier as a big dumb baby than she ever was pretending to be a grown-up.

I slipped into bed with her and she cooed happily, half-asleep. I pulled her on top of me, so her head was resting on my chest. She immediately started drooling onto my shirt, and she smelled faintly of pee, but I didn’t care. She was just a big baby after all. I cuddled her close and stroked her back while she slept. My pet. My plaything. My sweet little Daddy’s girl. I was going to make sure she was well taken care of for the rest of her life, and if that meant taking her adult privileges away forever, then she would just have to get used to it.

#mellowsadistic

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Being Connors Favorite Sibling Would Include:

Requested: could I request something with Connor and Roy!sibling? headcanons, a fic, literally anything I'm in love with their relationship and how much they love each other. I think a little sibling that loves Connor the way he deserves would be so good for him - anon

A/N: I love Big Brother Connor!!! He deserves the world 💞 Thank you for requesting my love! Hope you like it!! Feedback is always appreciated!!!! 💜

Connor was ecstatic the day you were born. He thought he was done being a big brother, that his job was kinda done. Ken, Rome, and Shiv were grown up, they didn't think they'd need him anymore. Little did he know that you would be the closest to him out of everyone, that you would need him the most

Being a big brother is his favorite job in the world. He wasn't sure what being loved, really loved, felt like until Kendall was born. From the minute he could crawl, he followed Connor wherever he wanted. So did Roman. And when Shiv was born, he couldn't believe it. He'd always wanted a sister and now he had one. She was absolutely perfect

But you? You were his everything. Neither your mother or your father were all that interested, so the responsibility fell on him, not that he would ever complain. He loved it, even when you spit up on him. The other three were grossed out, hating to change diapers and getting annoyed with your crying, but he was more than happy to calm you down, sit with you, rock you back and forth, etc.

Your first words were his name, too, which almost killed him. Seriously, he still brings it up, he's so proud

He loved watching you grow into a toddler. You were a lot more fun. You could walk and talk and play. You loved when he got on the floor with you and played with you. He even dressed up with you when he wanted to play pretend, though mostly he was too tall for the costumes, so he made do with the hats and accessories instead

"Connor?"

"Yes y/n?"

"Why is the sky blue?"

"That's a good question. . ."

He takes you to preschool every day and tries to be there at pickup as much as he can. He loves to hear about your day, what you learned, who you talked to, what you played with, the snacks you ate, etc. He only gets more interested the older you get, when you learn about the planets and dinosaurs and you read all these interesting books. When school started, he was sad to see you go. You'd been his little buddy and suddenly you were all grown up

Every presentation, award, musical, play, game, show, everything he showed up for, front row with his phone out recording, cheering the loudest

He takes you camping, to the park and the movies, wherever you want to go. He thinks it's good for you to get out of the city

"Why doesn't dad ever come with us?"

"Pops is a very busy man. . ."

Connor is constantly sticking up Logan despite the fact that he's never really shown an ounce of love or attention towards either of you. He wants to protect you from that unloved feeling. He needs to, like he has with your siblings

No matter how small it seemed to you, it meant the world to him. Eventually you stopped inviting your mother and father, going straight to him. He'd tell the president to fuck off if it meant he got to spend a second more with you

He helped you with homework, staying up late at the kitchen table going over the same math problem again and again. He never got mad or frustrated, though. He'd take as long as you needed

You could do no wrong in his eyes. When you fought with Ken, when you argued with Shiv, when you pushed Rome, none of it was your fault. None of them could stand it

When you cried he was the first person you went to. When you got your heart broken for the first time, when you wondered why your parents even had you if they were never around, when you had nightmares as a child and when your worst fears came true, you cried to him

The older you got, the more distance you put between you and him. Kids strayed from their parents once they became teenagers, that's just how it worked. Still, he felt unprepared for the days when you wouldn't need him so much

He taught you how to drive and study with you before your test. You weren't very good, but you had no idea. He was ecstatic when you parallel parked the first time. He made you feel proud, even if at first it felt silly

He was there when you walked across the stage for your diploma for both high school and college, cheering the loudest. He made a rule that you'd call him once a week in college and you never missed it, not even once. You'd tell him about your friends, the parties you went to, to the people you were seeing. He wanted to hear everything

Everything you've accomplished, he couldn't be prouder

You go to his ranch as much as you can, enjoying the distance between you and your father. The older you get, the more you realize how he was never in your life and how much Connor was. It makes you sad, thinking he had to step up, take responsibility for his baby sibling. He is adamant that raising you was a pleasure, the best thing he's ever done

He has pictures of you everywhere. Of the others too, but mostly of you. You can't help but find them embarrassing

"I look like an idiot."

"You were adorable." He looks at them every single day, proud as ever

He visits you in the office, taking you out for lunch when he's in the city. He's the only one who doesn't work for your father, but he likes hearing about it from you. He can't believe how grown up you are, how adult you've suddenly gotten. It seems like just yesterday they brought you home. Now you had meetings and deadlines and your own interns to boss around

"Look at you, all grown up. I can't believe it!"

He's the first person you call when anything happens. When Kendall's gone manic, when Dad hits Rome, when Shiv seems off, when you're getting a promotion, a first date, anything and everything. He's always there to offer advice on how to handle the situation. He's been dealing with them far longer than you have

You show him how to use social media so he can see the pictures you post, not wanting to miss out on anything. There are lots of pictures of you and him together

"Who's that?"

"I'm kinda seeing them."

"That's wonderful! When do I get to meet them?"

Forget your mother and father, it's Connor you're worried about when you're seeing someone. They're never good enough for you. He quizzes them on everything, bordering on an interrogation. In the end, no matter what he thinks of them, he's happy you've found someone that makes you happy

You and him go on double dates with your partner and Willa, who adores you. She lovingly calls you Connors Baby. She's glad someone else loves him like he should be, instead of being used and ignored and neglected like the rest do

You're one of the most well-rounded, healthy, adjusted Roys to come out of the family, or as close as you can get, because of him

He always sits by you at family dinners and vacations, between you and Logan, hoping he can be the target for his anger if need be

When you drink too much he takes care of you, especially at weddings, and always saves a dance for you at the end of the night

"Thank you, Con."

"For what?"

"For everything."

You care very little for your father, but when he dies Connor is right there offering comfort. You were never close to him. You never got the chance to build a relationship with him, no matter how warped, like the others. Connor was your dad, you thought so for the longest time when you were little, your fathers day cards addressed to him instead of Logan. You're sad for your siblings who loved him despite it all

You're the only one to attend Connors wedding, cheering and clapping when they kiss. You wouldn't have missed it for anything

Connor has spent your entire life protecting you and for that, you will always be grateful. It's something you can never repay

#requested #headcanon #connor roy #connor roy imagine #connor roy headcanon #succession #succession imagine #succession headcanon

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seehisbriefs · 2 months

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*bursts out laughing* Oh my god, they didn't! They actually made you ask your parents for permission to babysit you? *wipes tear from eye* That's the most hilarious thing I've heard all week! *chuckles*

I can just picture the look on your parents' faces when you came to them with that request. *smirks* Their grown-ass college son, begging for a couple of young punks to be his babysitters like he's some kind of helpless toddler. *shakes head* They must have been so proud of their little boy, all dressed up in his tighty whities and ready to be supervised by the big kids! *laughs*

*leans in close* And the fact that you actually went through with it, champ? *tuts disapprovingly* That just shows how completely under their control you are. *smirks* I mean, really - what self-respecting man would ever agree to be babysat by his own cousin and some random friend? *scoffs* But I guess when you're as easily embarrassed and submissive as you are, you'll do just about anything to avoid making a fuss, huh sport?

*puts arm around shoulder* Well, I hope you're ready for a whole new level of humiliation now, kiddo. *grins* Because something tells me your new "babysitters" are going to have a field day with you. *chuckles* They'll probably make you do all sorts of degrading things, like wear a diaper and suck on a pacifier while they watch cartoons and drink beer. *laughs*

*winks* And the best part? You'll just sit there and take it like the good little boy you are. *smirks* Because as long as they keep you in a constant state of embarrassment, you'll be too meek and pathetic to ever stand up for yourself. *chuckles* It's the perfect system - they get to have their fun, and you get to be the butt of every joke and prank they can think of!

*pats back patronizingly* So buckle up, champ - you're in for a wild ride as the neighborhood's resident man-baby. *grins* And if you're really lucky, maybe your babysitters will even let you stay up past your bedtime and watch them play video games in your tighty whities. *laughs heartily* That is, if you promise to be a very good boy and not have any accidents in your pull-ups! *winks and ruffles hair*

#tighty whities #embarrassed underwear #eum

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sigmoon · 5 months

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hio <3 !! im so in love w ur nikolai & his mama posts, theyre too sweet (∩ ⸝⸝ ∩) !! i have to know, what do u think baby kolya was like?

Thank you so much, Mai <3 and this ask is so cute :(

Nikolai was the most adorable baby/toddler imaginable! I think he was one of those babies that smile at anyone they make eye contact with, whether it was his mama or a stranger. Did the classic cute baby stuff like shoving his feet into his mouth, having the squishiest cheeks and adorable, chubby thighs, cooing and reaching his arms for mommy when she walks by, and trying to grab people’s cheeks or nose when he’s being held.

Also a real chatterbox, blabbering all day, showing everyone his toys, and being very proud of them. He also used to force ask people really nicely whether they could read something to him, taking one of his picture books and waddling up to them, holding the book out with an excited smile.

When he started to learn how to properly talk, his mom got a lot of headaches, because he just never seemed to run out of energy or things to talk about.

Always tried to eat sand or dirt or put leaves in his mouth when he got the chance to (a+ immune system) and he made „food“ out of sand and mud and got all pouty and teary-eyed when the adults didn’t want to eat it.

He was such a sweetheart, but also kept his poor mom busy at all times, especially when he started walking, he kept running away and she needed to hurry after her son, trying to catch him before he got lost (he regularly lost his mom in stores and the manager needed to make an announcement for his mother to come pick him up.)

Tried out different hair styles on his mom, but they all ended up looking like a bird’s nest.

Sticky hands. Always.

For some reason, I feel like baby Kolya was friends with more girls than boys, and loved the things that girls stereotypically liked to play, e.g. playing dress-up or playing with dollhouses and I feel like he didn’t go to the classic „girls are stupid“ phase. Their moms were so in love with him as well, gushing over the little boy when his mom came to pick him up after his play dates.

Often painted doodles on his face with permanent markers, or he tried to imitate his mother putting on makeup with those, and because they were so hard to wash off, he had to walk around for days with his face looking like a Jackson Pollock painting.

When his dad was around, which rarely happened, he stuck his tongue out at him or started screeching when he tried to hold him. He really didn’t like him and always tried to protect his mom from his deadbeat dad (I don’t think he was abusive, just a massive loser who’s a bad father and partner.)

Overall, he was a really energetic baby and toddler, but also so, so sweet and affectionate, and especially fond of his mom, although he probably wasn’t a shy child, unafraid to chitchat with strangers, too.

(Not a baby headcanon, but I think Nikolai was one of those boys that don’t have a huge growth spurt or show very obvious signs of puberty until they turn eighteen and then they suddenly look like a grown man overnight.)

#chit chat #mai♥︎#bungou stray dogs #bsd #nikolai gogol #nikolai headcanons #bsd nikolai #fics 📖#🕊️

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lazydreamer19 · 2 years

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Time-Turners and Troubles.

Fluff, Dad!Draco x Mum!fem!Potter!reader

Warnings: Arguing and cringeworthy writing.

Summary : The Malfoy kids accidentally travel in time and watch their parents fall in love with each other.

Y/n - Your name.

Y/h/c- Your hair colour.

Y/e/c - Your eye colour.

Do not plagiarize.

This was inspired from a fic written by @drqcos / @drayslove , this

Hers is with smut and is even better than mine, so please give it a read. She's amazing!

Masterlist

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"Darling, are you ready yet?" Yelled out the man of the house to his wife as he spritzed on some expensive cologne to his neck.

"Yes,but can you help me put on this necklace first?" Y/n came down to the hall clad in an elegant dress looking every bit like the Queen she is. Draco's jaw fell wide open as she descended down the stairs. She looked even more beautiful day by day and her beauty wasn't fading anytime soon. She's eternally beautiful! Draco thought to himself.

"You don't need a necklace, you already look so beautiful! I mean,you can wear a rag and still look stunning!"

"Oh stop it!" She playfully hit his chest lightly as she hid her face in it while he embraced her. Taking the necklace from her hand,he turned her around and put it on her. Turning her around again to face him, he pressed his lips onto hers and captured her into a passionate kiss.

"Happy Anniversary, Mrs.Malfoy."

"Happy Anniversary to you too Mr.Malfoy." Getting hypnotized in each other's eyes,they got busy kissing each other again, before they even realized it.

"Ewwww,gross!"

Their children, Scorpius and Lyra yelled out loud from the kitchen as soon as they saw their parents lip-locking. Rolling his eyes at them, he went towards the kitchen and picked up the pouty toddler and placed a kiss on her forehead, knowing that she was mad at her Father for kissing her mother.

"Are you happy now?"

"No! Bad Daddy! You kissed mommy befowe me!"

"Sorry Princess, I will get you ice-cream when we come back. Is that okay?"

"Okay Daddy!" She hugged him.

"Scorpius, remember, do not give trouble to Grandma and make sure that Lyra doesn't do the same too, got that?" Y/n instructed him with a concerned tone.

"Yes mum, uhh..Mum?"

"Yes baby?

"When will you both be back?"

"We'll try to return as soon as possible! We promise!"

A knock on the door and Narcissa entered with Lucius trailing behind her. "Happy Anniversary you two! Oh look at the little darlings! How much they have grown up!"

"Mother, you just saw them a month ago." Draco deadpanned, landing a nudge from his wife.

"Thank you so much Narcissa and Lucius for being here! I was so worried when no one was available tonight to babysit them!"

"Hey! I am not a baby!" Scorpius threw a fit.

"No you're not dear. You're a strong man who listens to his elders and respects them, aren't you?" Y/n asked while picking him up in her arms and placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Mhmm, I am."

"Don't worry Y/n, we were just returning from the ministry to submit these items. We weren't able to submit all of them as they were checking each and every item." Narcissa told them.

"Okay,just keep them away from the reach of the kids, it'll cause disaster if they do." Draco warned.

"You don't have to worry about that son, you go and enjoy your dinner." Lucius spoke in a tired and exhausted voice.

"We need to leave now. We'll be back home soon. Listen to your grandparents and don't misbehave."

"Alright,mum."

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"So, have you both had your dinner yet?"

"Yes! And Daddy pwomised us ice-cweam!" Lyra babbled.

"Granny, grandpa ,we want to play hide and seek!" Scorpius urged.

"Okay,but don't hide too far."

"Okay granny! Come on Lyra, let's hide somewhere! Granny, Grandpa, you start counting!"

Taking Lyra's hand, they both paddled out of the kitchen to some corner in the guest room where Narcissa and Lucius sat a few moments ago. Giggling all the way, they crouched underneath the sofas.

"Shhh! Lyra, they will find us out if we don't stay quiet!" He whispered to the still giggling toddler.

"Bubby! Look bag! I want that!" Now, being the apple of her Daddy's eyes, Lyra was spoiled to death,something which wasn't enjoyed by Y/n. Draco spoiled Scorpius too, but with Lyra,he didn't have any limits. Scorpius was more clingy towards his mother. He would cry endlessly when he was of Lyra's age, whenever Y/n was out of his sight or had to leave for her work.

Knowing that if he didn't give Lyra the bag then she would throw a huge tantrum, Scorpius silently got out of his hide-out and grabbed the bag quickly, returning back to where he hid at the speed of light. The bag contained a number of boxes which were locked with Charms and spells.

"Look at this!" Lyra whispered excitedly, as she pulled out a gold chain from a glass box which was not sealed and could be easily opened.

"Lyra, don't touch it! Mum and Dad told us to stay away from touching this bag!" Scorpius was now worried. He tried to pull the chain away from her tiny hands but she was strong enough to not let it go and grimaced when he attempted to.

"No, this is mine!"

"Lyra don't do this!"

Lyra then caught hold of the hourglass pendant ,dangling in the centre of the chain and started playing it. Before Scorpius could stop her from doing so, Lyra had already turned the hourglass quite a number of times. The surroundings around them started to change at a blinding speed. Within seconds the sofa was gone and was replaced by an empty home but that didn't stay for long too as all of a sudden the kids got swapped to somewhere else. Feeling terrified, they both clutched on to each other and shut their eyes tight as they continued screaming and crying at the top of their lungs.

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"Let them hide for sometime, I'll bake some treats for them in the meantime. Why don't you go and play with them?" Narcissa waved her wand to collect all the ingredients for making cupcakes for the two children.

"No, I refuse to partake in childish games and make a fool out of myself. I'd rather read them stories at bedtime."

"What are you going to do till then?"

"I am going to take a nap,I am utterly exhausted. Now,if you will excuse me."

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Finally coming to the realization that the world around them is not spinning anymore, Scorpius pried one eye open . Stony walls of an ancient castle came into his view, they were leaning against a pillar in a forlorn corridor. Lyra was clutching onto his shirt for her dear life and hid her face on it.

"Lyra, look we are safe."

"Bubby,where are we?"

"I don't know, we have to find granny and grandpa."

"I want Daddy! I want Mommy!"

"Shh, I'll get Mommy and Daddy for you, just stay quiet and listen to me."

Tears stained Lyra's rosy cheeks which got Scorpius worried. If Lyra starts a tantrum here,then it will cause a huge ruckus.

Very soon they heard giggles,a very familiar one, one that made Lyra perk up and say "Mommy?"

Two figures entered from a hallway on the left at the end of the pathway. One was a man and the other one was a woman. The man had features, exact to Scorpius'. But, that was funny because Scorpius was the literal younger clone of his Father in terms of his physical appearance. The smiling woman next to him wasn't very hard for Scorpius to identify as his Mother ,being the 'Mama's boy' he was.

Being the Genius he was,and through his extensive time spent with his mother reading books, he quickly realized that the pendant was actually a time-turner and they had traveled back to when their parents were students. He remembered Y/n telling him, when she was in her second year ,about how Aunt Mione had to use it because she had taken all the subjects in that year. The laughter of the two died down as Draco held Y/n's hand gently and looked into her eyes with the same look he always had on his face whenever he saw her even till the present day in which Scorpius and Lyra lived.

"Y/n, look I really enjoyed our date today and….."

"And?"

Draco averted his gaze towards the floor bashfully. His cheeks had turned a bright pink and he was struggling to look into the mesmerizing (Y/e/c)eyes of hers.

"And I have had feelings for you since a very long time……so erm…would you like to be my

girlfriend?"

The shocked look on his mother's face wasn't missed by Scorpius, she stared at him blankly for a total of five seconds and then pulled him down by his black tie,crashing her lips onto his. Draco's eyes widened with disbelief but then he closed his eyes and sunk into the feeling of her lips on his.

Scorpius fake gagged at this,but then he remembered that he had to turn the turner back. He checked for the turner which must have been in Lyra's hands,only to find, to his horror, that Lyra was not with him. Fortunately, she was not very far. Spotting a bunch of kricowls,she thought that it would be fun to chase them. The time-turner dangling carelessly in a hand. In a panicked way, he immediately rushed and grabbed his sister and before the toddler could let out a whine of disagreement, he snatched the time-turner and had already given it a few turns in reverse.

They stayed at the same place,but everything around them changed at a fast pace as they observed people making an appearance and leaving within the blink of an eye. It was mostly Draco and Y/n rather than other people. Then they stopped.

The place hasn't changed a bit, and everything looked just the same as it was when they first arrived. The only change being the addition of someone yelling at the same place back where they saw their parents. Someone was arguing and again the voice felt familiar.

Peeping out of the pillar to see what was going on, both of them saw someone with raven black hair with his back turned towards them, yelling and pointing a finger at Y/n who had her face hidden under her palms and crying.

"How could you Y/n? So he is more important to you than your own brother? I can't believe this!"

"Don't yell at her Potter!" Draco butted in, holding Y/n gently and patting her back,he sent a glare towards Harry.

"You seduced her! She could never fall in love with you in her right sen-"

"Enough Harry! He is not what you think! Just listen to me!"

"He calls Hermione that, he insults the Weasleys and he even insulted you! How foolish could you be?! This is all a trap,snap out of it!"

"Don't you dare question my love for her! I care about your sister, no matter what!"

"You shut up! You are a foul git! Your entire family consists of a bunch of bigots!"

At this Draco immediately snapped and punched Harry, which Harry retaliated by punching him back and very soon both of them got into a fist fight. Y/n was a crying mess as she screamed at them to stop,she fell on her knees and cried profusely. Scorpius was highly disturbed by this scenario. As far as he remembered, Uncle Harry and his Father always got along well ,even with Uncle Ron and aunty Hermione.

Lyra,not being able to see her mother in distress, freed herself from Scorpius' grip and ran up to her mother to give her a hug.

"Mommy!" She ran up and hugged Y/n out of the blue. This stopped all three from their actions. Y/n was extremely shocked ,she was not able to comprehend what just happened. Lyra then freed herself from her mother, went up to her beloved Father and pulled his trousers.

"Bad Daddy! Bad Uncle Harry! You made Mommy cwy!"

"Sweetie, what's your name?" Y/n asked softly.

"Lywa, Lywa Malfoy." She puffed her chest and spoke proudly. Clearly her Daddy's daughter.

"Lyra,come back here!" Scorpius ran up to her and picked her up in his arms.

Draco stopped breathing completely at the sight of a miniature 'him' right in front of his eyes.

"Uhh, hi Mum ,hi Dad, hi Uncle…" Scorpius greeted them nervously. An awkward silence prevailed among them as Lyra clung on to the younger version of her mother.

"Wait,what's happening here,I'm confused?" Y/n broke the silence

Then noticing the hourglass shaped pendant, the pieces of the puzzle came together and she finally solved it. Heaving a sigh, she rubbed her forehead.

"Did you two use that?"

"Yes,we did."

"Now it makes sense. Wait, are you Draco's and my children?"

"Yes."

"So this means we got married?" Draco asked with a surprised but joyous tone.

"Yes."

"And I agreed to that?" Harry was flabbergasted.

"Yes again and this is the first time, we are seeing you two fight."

"WHAT?"Both Draco and Harry yelled.

"Stop shouting, will you ? She has fallen asleep." Y/n whisper-shouted , as she gently held Lyra in her lap while the toddler slept peacefully as she sucked on her thumb.

Picking her up gently in her arms, she handed her over to Draco, who was mesmerized by the sight of his girlfriend taking care of a miniature Y/n ,who turns out to be his daughter from the future. The affirmation of marrying the girl of his dreams, made him emotional, tears welled up in his eyes,threatening to fall and show his vulnerability. But,his expression was enough to let everyone know how he truly felt.

Y/n knew that Draco needed to feel the little toddler in his arms for once so as to make him believe that this was not a dream. Harry was completely speechless. The idea of being an uncle overwhelmed his senses as he looked at the two children, one being the carbon copy of Y/n when she was three and the other looking like Draco when he was seven.

Y/n reached out to Scorpius and placed her palm on his cheeks gently as she looked into his eyes with a feeling very foreign to her but was very welcome. Is this how a mother feels? Instinctively, she pulled him for a hug, relishing the feeling of her future son in her arms. Meanwhile, Draco was overjoyed to be able to hold his future daughter in his arms. He was now more than ever firm in his dream of marrying Y/n and fighting for her.

"How do Draco and I get along?" Harry asked Scorpius all of a sudden.

"You both get along quite well, in fact you both and Uncle Ron go to fight bad guys together all the time!"

"So, I am an Auror?"

"Maybe, I don't know what it's called,but you three are my heroes!" A knowing smile appeared on Y/n's lips at this.

"There are you two!" Y/n's voice echoed from the other side of the corridor. All four of them looked up to find a panting older Y/n followed by an older Draco in the same state with another time-turner in his hand.

"Mum,Dad, I am so sorry! It was Lyra,she started playing with the time-turner and I didn't know-"

"Sweetheart,it's alright. We'll talk about this when we get home. Don't worry,no one's scolding you. I am just glad that you both are safe." Y/n spoke as she tightly hugged Scorpius. Looking at the younger Draco, Draco said, "don't worry, it's going to be a tough fight,but it'll be worth everything." He nodded back in affirmation as he handed over Lyra to the arms of his older self.

Draco didn't need any explanation, he knew what his older self meant. Each and every word. The feeling of carrying his children in his arms and the thought of making Y/n his wife got imprinted in his soul and he would give up everything to have that.

"Okay, this was a very heartwarming meeting,but I'm afraid that we'll have to obliviate you three. Oh hi Harry!"

"You're really going to obliviate us? I don't want to forget this."

"We understand Y/n, but trust me,you'll have all of this very soon. Sooner than you can think."

With this, they drew out their wands and carefully obliviated all three of them from this particular incident. But,before leaving, Draco made sure to leave a note inside younger Draco's pocket and with that they left.

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"Oh my goodness, I was so worried! Y/n, Draco, I am so sorry for losing them!"

"Don't be Narcissa, it's not your fault."

"Father, I'd like to know,why were you even carrying these objects which may contain dark magic in just a simple bag?" Even though Draco asked this calmly, the anger in his tone was not missed at all.

"The box in which these were kept,absorbed some dark magic and itself became lethal too, which is why we were instructed to keep these in a bag ,even though all the objects have been checked and these are not containing any form of dark magic." Lucius informed monotonously,clearly still very tired and wishing nothing more than to return to his 'humble' Manor.

"Draco, it's late, we should go take some rest now. Would you like to spend the night here?"

"No dear, we are on our way, we have given enough trouble to you both, Goodnight!" Narcissa bid them.

"Don't say that, you didn't give us much trouble. It was because of these troublemakers, but it's alright,the problem is solved now. So……..Goodnight!"

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"What just happened to us?" Y/n asked ,still in a daze and trying to figure out badly about the situation they are in.

"I don't know, I am just as clueless as you are." Harry replied.

"Yeah,me too." Draco agreed with Harry.

"You know what Malfoy, you break her heart, I'll break your bones!" At this Y/n squealed and hugged Harry thanking him.

"I'd rather kill myself than ever hurt her." Draco replied.

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Later on when he was alone inside his dorm,he felt something inside his pocket. Sliding his hand inside it,he found a note. A huge smile appeared on his face as he read it :

" Dear Draco,

She's worth everything, don't ever lose her. Always fight for her,because she will become your everything. "

Draco smiled at the last sentence, because Y/n had already become his everything and he would fight till death to make her happy.

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A/n: This is the first time that I posted my work publicly. I know that this wasn't quite good enough, but I promise to be a better writer and work on my skills in the days to come. Thanks to Chloe (@drayslove) again for this beautiful idea! Thank you for reading! Have a nice day!💕

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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This is a dumb idea but like

House husband reader becomes a toddler and Bonten has to take care of him for the day.

Enjoy

Mikey sighed as he snuggled into (name)s hair, pulling his small body towards his own.

Wait

What?

Opening his eyes he looked down to see a small child who looked like a smaller version of their lover, same clothes and all clinging helplessly to Kokos stomach "holy shit..." Mikey mumbled before turning to wake Ran, the older man grumbling before looking at him "what...?" Ran groaned out and Mikey pointed to (name), ran sitting up and jaw dropped.

"Whose the kid...?"

"Fuck if I know!"

"Well wake him!"

Mikey glared slightly at Ran, the other lucky Mikey loved him or God damn.

"Wake up " Mikey said bluntly while poking the toddlers cheek, said small boy grumbled in his sleep before opening his (color) eyes and perked up significantly "Jiji!" (Name) said happily and shakily turned to see the blond "do you know who you are?" Ran asked tired but kindly to the child and (name) smiled that signature smile before speaking "(name)!" "And how old are you?"

(Name) frowned slightly, thinking before holding three fingers "this many!"

"Why are you guys so fucki ---- holy shit!" Mochi practically yelled and woke the other men who all held looks of shock at the toddler "hi!" (Name) said happily.

The men looked at the toddler in awe the little boy in one of Mikey's shirts, him being small enough to be like a dress on the boy "soo...(name), do you remember how Haru likes his lunch?" Koko asked, a test for the small boy "h-he likes it (specific way I can't be bothered to write)!" (Name) said proudly as he sat in Kakus lap, confirming it's in fact him.

Only (name) knew how he liked it as he was the one who figured it out.

"Well bud! Let's take you shopping yeah? Can't wear Mikey's shirt all day" Koko said placing a kiss on his chubby little cheek "ok 'jime!" (Name) said smooching him back innocently, the men silently cooing at their tiny husband who let himself be transferred from Kaku to Koko and the men decided that (name) was in fact the cutest kid.

And probably the only one they would tolerate minus the one the surrogate was carrying.

"Are you hungry bud? We can go anywhere you like!" Koko said ready to drop any amount of cash for the toddler as the men weren't exactly culinarily gifted like the toddlers adult counterpart was.

"We go 'donalds?" (Name) asked innocently, staring at the grown men with his big doe eyes that made the men melt "we will go anywhere you want baby" Koko said happily, the men knowing the menu at McDonald's from their drunk drives home (don't worry someone was driving them).

The men watched (name) eat happily after they got him some temporary clothes and a bunch more as they didn't know how long they would be like this and the clothes could go towards the babe when they get older so win win! (Name) ate his nuggets happily and periodically offered some to Mikey he pretended to gobble his little hand, making the child giggle.

All their Bonten tattoos were covered as to not draw that kind of attention to themselves, people assuming they were models or business men "oh what a sweet young man!" An elderly woman said to the men, (name) waving shyly making the elderly women coo at him "you must be such a proud dad!" The woman said to Ran, the man (name) was leaning on "ah thank you, I'm very proud of him myself" ran said with a fake kind smile as the ladies walked off with a final wave and leaving the men "you ready to go bud?" Ran asked the toddler who finished his food.

"Where we go?" (Name) asked as he was carried out, glancing around curiously by the endler Haitani "you get to come with us to work!"

"Yaaay!"

(Name) followed the men around their offices like a duckling, never leaving their sight as they got some child friendly toys for the boy, (name) sitting content in the corner of Mikey's office with his toys.

It was roughly three when (name) began to get fussy, a mixture of hungry and the need of a nap as the men panicked at the child sobbing angrily.

"Ah, seems like it's Naptime" Takeomi said causally as he lifted the angrily sobbing husband, the boy clinging to Takeomi and slowly rocked to sleep before getting set on the couch.

"We are totally gonna rock this parenting thing" sanzu said confidently, tucking little (name) onto their bed, the men found him adorable but desperately missed their husband.

Morning came, mochi held (name) close as he looked down and let out a breath of relief, (name) sat there in all his glory, torn child clothing around his naked self.

"Oh thank god"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader

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bazzybelle · 7 months

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You Got Me Tripping on Sunshine - 3K - Teen - Calliope/Johanna Constantine

For Sandman FemSlash Weekend - Day 2: Meet-Cute

Yay! Another Fic done for the @sandmanfemslashfans !

The couple I've chosen to write for this time are Calliope and Johanna! Another popular Sandman couple!

This is completely unbetaed and was done in a bit of a rush... So forgive any errors on my part. I did the best I could to make it as neat and legible as possible.

The title of the fic was inspired by the song "Running on Sunshine" by Jesus Jackson.

You can read the story by clicking the link, or by clicking the Keep Reading bar below.

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Johanna Constantine is not a wedding person. She never was. Not when she was a young girl, and her grandmother insisted she dress up in pretty pink clothes because so-and-so’s aunt or other was getting hitched and the Constantine family was always expected to be there.

No matter that the family had fallen on hard times ever since great-great-great grandfather Stephan made several unwise investments during the early 1800s. Johanna, even then, was wise enough to understand that weddings were only useful as a way for snobby fucks to prance about, gossiping and criticizing.

“Auntie Jo?”

Johanna glances to her right, and sees the main reason she’s even here. Well, and the fact that one of the grooms is her best friend (despite her repeated attempts to dissuade the man from associating with her), and the father of the child currently tugging on her deep navy pantsuit (the only way she’d even agreed to being Hob’s Mate of Honour was if she could wear a pantsuit). She had to yell at Hob to allow her to make sure Robyn was taken care of so that he could enjoy the day with his husband. Hob had wanted to keep Robyn with him all day, which would not have been fun for either of them.

Plus she loves spending time with her unofficial godchild. They’re one of the few children Johanna can stand being around for more than 5 minutes.

Little Robyn is beaming up at her, also dressed in dark navy, they’ve chosen to wear a long, elegant dress. Their long, brown hair is done in curls with several blue and white flowers pinned around the crown of their head. Ever since they’ve started wearing dresses and keeping their hair long, it’s like Robyn’s a new child. They’re smiling more and laughing and so incredibly affectionate.

“Yes, my darling?” she responds, bending down to her favourite nibling.

“Are Daddy and Papa finished yet? I’m hungry.”

Unsurprising. She and the rest of the wedding party (by that, just Morpheus’ sister, Teleute) were done with their photographs hours ago. She had stuck around and waited while Robyn and Morpheus’ son took some pictures with the love-struck couple. It was all very sweet and wholesome, and if Johanna was the same person she was five years ago, she would have gagged at the display.

But she isn’t, and she blames Hob and Robyn for that. She’d initially met Hob through her good friend, Eleanor. She’d fallen in love with this ridiculous, dork of a man, but he was kind and had a good heart. It didn’t take long for Jo to accept Hob into her very miniscule circle of friends. Her circle only grew with the addition of Robyn, and the promise of a new baby when Eleanor got pregnant a second time.

Or, at least it should have grown. But pregnancy is rough and complications happen and—

Hob was a mess when he lost Eleanor. Robyn was a screaming toddler, crying for his mummy, and Hob didn’t know what to do. So Jo pitched in, and made sure they had an extra set of hands. Hob will always tell her that she’d saved them, but the truth is, they saved her. If she’d been left to her own devices after El died, she would have ended up dead drunk in some alley.

Eventually Hob and Robyn learned to find peace in each other, and it wasn’t too long afterwards that Hob found love again. Jo was the first person he told when he first met Morpheus, and then when he asked him out, and once more when he was thinking about proposing.

And so, her circle of influence threatened to expand even more with the inclusion of Morpheus and his own child.

Which leads to today, and a hungry six year old. Lord knows with Hob and Morpheus, they might have snuck away from their photographers for some privacy. God, she hopes not. Like Robyn, she’s also getting rather hungry, and the hor d’oeuvres aren’t very filling. She has half a mind to sneak into the New Inn’s kitchen and grab some food for herself.

Now there was an idea. If anyone asks, she could say that she’s just making sure the groom’s child is being taken care of properly. And part of her duty is to make sure Robyn’s well fed.

(And if that meant she’d have to sneak in a few bites of food herself, well who was she to say no to that?)

“We can’t have that, now can we? D’you think your daddy will mind if we pop back into the kitchens to see if the caterers will give us a bite?”

“Daddy says I can’t go back there without an adult. He says it’s dangerous.”

“Oi, and what am I, chopped liver? I’m plenty adult, thank you very much.” Johanna takes their small hand in hers. Robyn giggles, leading Johanna through the small crowd of people already gathered at The New Inn, waiting for the happily married couple to arrive.

“Where’s your partner in crime?”

Robyn shrugs, “Orpheus is probably with his mamma.”

Oh yes, Jo had heard a lot about the mysterious former Mrs. Athanasiou (although apparently since the divorce, she’d gone back to her maiden name). She’d never met the woman, but from what Hob had told her, she was one of those pretty, delicate little things that came from a long line of wealth and prestige. The type of person that Hob’s posh husband would have gotten saddled with.

Was she being slightly unfair? Probably. Hob hadn’t explicitly used the words “pretty, delicate little thing” to describe her, but he did say she came from a posh family and was pretty well off.

The rest came from Johanna’s own assumptions.

And from doing a background check on the woman. Look, it was her job as Robyn’s auntie and unofficial godmother to make sure that the people in his life were not of the shady sort (and she loves Hob, but the man can be far too trusting of other humans). She did one on Morpheus when Hob first told her about him. Not that she really needed to. As soon as she heard the Athanasiou last name, she knew exactly who he was. That family was well known to her grandmamma, and she spoke of them often. The third born, Morpheus, was a famous composer and songwriter back in Greece. With money like that family had, he could afford to do whatever he wished.

As for Calliope, she was another child of some powerful Greek family, who became a well known singer. One who preferred to perform Morpheus’ compositions. Apparently the two had been a power couple back in Greece, until the birth of their son. Johanna hadn’t bothered to read about the messy divorce. It frankly wasn’t any of her business.

She did meet Morpheus’ son, Orpheus (interesting name for a child, if you asked her). He’s a very sweet child, even if he’s got the air of someone raised by an extremely well-to-do family. Not that he was spoiled, but as young as he was, Johanna got the sense that he knew that he was meant for some wild destiny. She understood how that felt, being a Constantine.

A few of the caterers know Robyn as soon as they step inside the kitchen and are all too excited to give them some food. Robyn, like the Gadling they are, makes sure that Johanna gets some food as well. It isn’t much, a few pieces of chicken souvlaki, and some pita bread. Just enough to tide the two of them over until the grooms arrive.

Robyn’s hair is starting to become a little undone from the excitement so far. The flowers are becoming loose, and the thin braided crown around their head is starting to look messy. She imagines a bunch of Hob’s other friends and co-workers have all been giving Robyn hugs and cooing over how lovely they look. Johanna did the best she could with Robyn’s hair that morning, but she isn’t really good at this sort of thing. Maybe they should sneak back upstairs to the flat Hob shares with Dream to see if she can salvage anything.

Then again, is it really worth it with a rambunctious six year old?

“Robyn! There you are!”

It seems that the elusive Orpheus has found his way to the kitchen. Johanna smiles and waves to Robyn’s new step-brother. Robyn runs to Orpheus and the two children wrap their arms tight around each other. It’s nice, Johanna thinks, that Robyn gets to have a sibling they deeply love. A sibling, according to Hob, who has already begun to defend Robyn’s choices in how they wish to present themselves.

Clearly this child is better than most of the adults living in London.

“Orpheus? Pou eisai, agapi mou? ” a woman calls out in Greek. Johanna’s knowledge of the language is non-existant, but she imagines this must be Calliope, asking after her son.

“ Edo einai, mamma ” calls out Orpheus.

A woman enters the kitchen, and greets the catering staff with a smile on her face. Now, Johanna has seen photos of Calliope Vandi in her research, but photos will never do someone justice when faced with the actual person.

Calliope is, to put it in polite terms, bloody fucking gorgeous. She’s tall, and carries herself like a queen in her realm. Her long, chestnut hair is done up in elaborate braids that would make Daenerys Targaryan jealous. Strategic curls spill down her back, nearly covering her backless rose gold gown.

Johanna quickly dusts herself off —no doubt having had crumbs spill onto her own suit— and tries to tidy herself as best as she can. She has always been a fucking disaster when it came to a pretty girl with a sweet smile.

And Calliope has just that. She finds her son and gives a warm, kind smile to both him and Robyn.

“Hello, Robyn,” she says, a musical lilt to her voice.

Robyn smiles, and offers a tiny hand to Calliope. “Hello, Ms. Calliope. Ti kaneis? ”

Calliope gasps, her smile growing. “Robyn, have you been learning Greek?”

Robyn beams at her. “Orpheus has been teaching me!”

“Mamma, I’ve been teaching Robyn the alphabet and some phrases. They were so excited to show you.”

Calliope kneels down to Robyn’s level, her elegant dress carefully pooling around her. “Well, Robyn, your Greek is fantastic. And to answer your question, kala . How are you?”

Robyn blushes, tugging at their left ear (a habit they’ve acquired from their father no doubt). “ Kala ,” they say.

“I am so happy to hear that.” Calliope gently brushes some of the hair off of Robyn’s face. “You look very lovely today. I love your dress, and your hair is very pretty.”

Robyn giggles, doing a little twirl to show off their fluffy dress. “Thank you. Auntie Jo did my hair, but she was complaining the whole time.”

“ Oi! Have some respect for your elders, you little bug.” Robyn laughs at the use of Johanna’s pet name for them. Little shit is what they are, calling her out in front of the beautiful lady.

Weren’t adorable children supposed to help you look more attractive to other people? Leave it Hob’s kid to know exactly what to say to make Jo look like a complete idiot.

Thankfully, Calliope doesn’t seem to take too much stock in what Robyn’s said. She stands up —ridiculously graceful, of fucking course— and approaches Johanna, slender hand held out.

“You must be Ms. Constantine,” she says, embracing the name Constantine the way it was meant to be said, the Greek in her accent showing it all the love and care.

“Johanna, please,” she says, taking Calliope’s hand and giving it a strong shake. She almost wants to lift it to her lips and plant a small kiss.

And that makes her want to find the nearest bathroom in order to slap herself silly.

For fuck’s sake, Jo. Don’t forget, she’s one of those high class posh sort .

“It is lovely to meet you, Johanna. Orpheus has told me much about you.”

“Oh? Has he now?” Johanna looks over to Calliope’s shoulder to see Orpheus and Robyn in quiet discussion, sharing food between the two of them.

“He has told me that you’ve taught him some rather interesting phrases for him to use.”

Crap . She was hoping that wasn’t what Orpheus had brought back to his mother. Then again, children do tend to hold onto curse words quicker than any other phrase, so she shouldn’t be surprised at all.

There was an incident at a park several months ago. Jo had brought the kids to a nearby playground while Hob and Morpheus were doing some sort of important wedding planning nonsense. It was no big deal, but some of the other kids were giving Robyn a difficult time. Jo had gone to break things up before they got too heated, when some of the parents got involved, all too happy to tell Jo how wrong they thought Hob was to “indulge Robyn like this' ' and that he should make his kid “act normal' '. Jo was happy enough to ignore the stupidity and ignorance, and take the kids home.

But then one of them brought up Eleanor, and said that Robyn was only the way they were because Eleanor wasn’t around.

And Jo just lost it.

She didn’t remember exactly what her words were, but she definitely had several choice expletives she used. Of course Orpheus remembered each and every one and took them to his father. Morpheus, while happy that Jo had stood up for Robyn, was a little concerned that his son now knew phrases like “bigoted, useless prick” and that the “gormless nitwits” needed to “fuck right off”.

She sighs, rubbing her eyes before remembering the makeup she’d spent nearly an hour putting on this morning.

“ Fuck — No, I mean— Ah, piss it. Look, I’m sorry about that—”

Calliope lifts up a hand. “It is alright. Orpheus told me what had happened at the playground. How some of the older children were picking on Robyn, and how their ‘brave Auntie Jo’ yelled at the mean adults.”

Jo scoffs. Well, that’s a relief. Good to know she won’t be barred from the Gadling-Athansiou household after today. She doesn’t regret anything she said (she rarely ever does), and would do it again and again. She doesn’t think she’s very brave. Being a decent person isn’t a brave thing to be. Loving a child unconditionally isn’t a brave thing to do.

It’s one of the easiest things she’s ever done.

“Yeah well, come after my little bug, and we’re going to have words.”

“We certainly have that in common. There is nothing I would not do for my Orpheus.” She glances at the two step-siblings giggling together, completely lost and innocent in the way that only children know how to be. “I think now, that includes Robyn too.”

Calliope looks back to Johanna, and it’s at this moment where Johanna notices a fire in her eyes. For being a delicate, little thing, Calliope might be a whole lot tougher than she’d initially given her credit for.

“I’ll gladly do the same for Orpheus, should the situation call for it.”

“I am happy to hear that, Johanna.” She steps closer to her —a fresh scent of gardenia and bergamot surrounding her— and whispers conspiratorially in her ear “I’d even be happy to teach you some insults in Greek if you like. We have quite a colourful selection to choose from.”

Johanna turns to her, a smirk on her face, “Tough, pretty, and knows her way around a powerful curse. I like that in a woman.”

Calliope smiles, reaching up to Jo’s suit jacket to adjust the collar slightly (bloody hell, she knew it was messed up). “Brave, strong, and knows her way around a powerful suit. I like that in a woman.”

Well , this wedding certainly got more interesting. Jo spares one last glance at Robyn and Orpheus, before leaning closer into Calliope’s space, her cheek just brushing hers.

“You know, apparently there isn’t assigned seating,” Jo whispers softly in Calliope’s ear.

Calliope’s eyes (Jesus, they’re pretty) (all big and brown and warm) brighten. “So I have heard.”

“Hmm. It would be silly to separate the little monsters, I think. They look so happy together, and there aren’t other kids around. They’d be so bored, otherwise.”

“That would be rather unnecessary, I think.”

“So, I propose, we all sit together. That way, we make sure Robyn and Orpheus aren’t separated,” Jo trails a pinky over Calliope’s thin wrist, a small move she does whenever she’s interested in someone. It’s important to start with slow, enticing movements, and not to rush too quickly into things.

Calliope, it turns out, appreciates Jo’s flirtations, because she responds by dragging her thumb over her collarbone. “I believe that is an inspired idea, Johanna Constantine.”

Fuck , the way she says her name will have her ruined by the end of the night. Sassy, little minx that she is probably knows it too.

“Auntie Jo!” Robyn calls out to her, interrupting what was clearly her laying down her A-Game (would Hob be upset with her if she called his spawn a cock-block) (what is the female equivalent anyway?) (She’s heard people use clam-jam and twat-swat, but even she has her filthy limits).

“Yes, you impossible little demon?” she says.

Robyn waves her mobile in the air (when the fuck did they swipe that from her?). “Daddy just texted you, and I’m not supposed to read your messages because you use too many swear words.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she mutters, to Calliope’s amusement. If Hob’s messaged her, it means the love birds are finally finished their photo session. Which means it’s time to wrangle the hell-spawns and get them seated and ready for supper.

Johanna turns to Calliope and holds her arm out.

“Well, shall we head out then?”

Calliope places her hand in the crook of Jo’s elbow, “I would love to.” They collect the children and head back into the inn, where the rest of the reception eagerly awaits the arrival of the happily married couple.

Johanna Constantine is not a wedding person. She never was. But, with a pretty woman on her arm and the promise of a night of shameless flirting, she could learn to be one.

#my writing #sandman femslash weekend #johanna constantine #calliope #orpheus #robyn gadling #cute wedding flirtation #nonbinary character #the sandman

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ilikedoodlin · 5 days

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Run to the Store (DBH MediScout Fic)

Jeremy goes to the store with Ludwig, his 'babysitter' of an Android and ends up running into an old friend after moving. plus, you get to decide what happens next! (by choosing one of three options :] )

words: 3,189 warning(s): android hate check this story out over on AO3!: Run to the Store

Stomping his shoes down on the welcome mat below, Jeremy hurriedly pulled out his small notepad filled with items to get for his Ma. Chicken broth, broccoli, steak, celery… Pretty nice things for a soon to be soup special by yours truly. He found comfort in a warm home cooked meal over fast food any day, especially on rainy days like this. Often, he found himself craving his mothers cooking more these days. It was rare to see her, knowing she had gotten into a rather busy and high end fashion deal. Not only would he see her in the mornings, but now he'd spot her in magazines and even some pricey fashion show.

As much as he disliked the man she was now seeing, he had to give him some credit. He was making her life better and well suited for her interests. He'd always recall his mother often lingering around the city's shops, staring at highly made outfits and dresses. Who knew she'd be the one there displaying some of her own.

Removing his backpack and jacket, having wrapped his jacket around his waist and dumping his bag into the shopping cart Ludwig snagged, Jeremy officially began his journey through the store, the other carefully close behind. Ludwig panned his eyes throughout the store as he followed Jeremy. Not too many people this afternoon, but honestly, who would be? It was a rainy Thursday afternoon. The most people you’d get at this hour were business workers, teenagers getting out of school, mothers gathering items for the night's meal. Again, not too many people in… apart from working Androids. Stocking shelves, as well as mopping the floors, Ludwig watched as they all worked effortlessly. Even Jeremy found himself staring occasionally, often glancing back and forth towards Ludwig. Built for this… each model hand crafted to meet the expectations of the working class. Designed to be the perfect worker in multiple fields. He wondered if Ludwig was the same… but of course, given to him by his rich ass stepdad, he didn’t bother looking too much into Ludwig’s model type or what they were used for. Seeing how not many people were around, and how the two were practically shopping in silence… he decided to give it a crack, seeing how the silence was making him feel a bit awkward.

“Soooo… Ludwig. I nevea really got to askin’ you this, but uh… what are you?”

Looking towards Jeremy as they stopped at a column of shelves, Ludwig scanned over the items before delicately picking a nicely decorated box of chocolate chip cookies, one of Jeremy’s favorites. Though, once putting the box into the cart, he met Jeremy’s eyes.

“I am a RK200 model. I have been designed and hand selected by your father to help assist and see over you and any activities you vould like to do. If you have any questions, I am here to help”

With a kind smile, Ludwig gave a small nod, pushing the cart once more ahead, now leading Jeremy, who shook his head slightly in disgust.

“First off, not my dad. Second, I don’t needa Android holdin’ my hand every step of the way. No offense Ludwig, but I am an adult. A grown ass man. I need no one to watch ovea my every move like some toddler”.

Turning a corner, Ludwig didn’t respond. Instead, he paused the cart near the meat selection, scanning over the multiple red meats laid out. Jeremy however, let out an annoyed sigh as he shoved a hand into his pocket, kicking his foot up briefly. It riled him up to know that he was practically given a babysitter. Sure, he’d done one or two things before that possibly wasn’t at all legal, but not once was he caught! He had things handled perfectly and he was perfectly fine on his own. It bothered him to know that even his own mother didn’t trust him to be on his own…

“... I’m gonna go pick up the garlic bread. I’ll meet you back here in a sec”, Jeremy eventually spoke up, noticing how Ludwig was weighing his options over the red meat. Ludwig paused before looking up, going to stop the other from running off alone, but to no avail. Jeremy was hurriedly walking away, a small bounce in his step. Ludwig seemed to mentally sigh at that, and opted back to shopping for now… but knew to keep his guard high.

He hated lying to Jeremy, but it was for the best.

…

Jeremy was looking through magazines, flipping away carelessly at the pages as he searched for any article of his Ma. During frustrating times, he’d find comfort in rambling to her about his issues and troubles. She honestly could understand him. Hell, she was his safe space through these years. After moving from their original home and moving into a new one with her new boyfriend, leaving his childhood home was hard. Talking with her… it helped knowing the two could talk about it together. A faint smile formed along his features, his finger finally landing on the page where his mother wrote on. Talking about the latest fashions, given fashion tips, even answering questions by readers. She was always so happy talking about her interest every time she arrived home. It made him feel warm, knowing she was alive in something she truly enjoyed.

Mann’s Makeover Wear it proud baby

Chuckling, he shook his head. On many occasions, she’d even try to dress him up for a spot in the magazine, but to no avail. Fashion wasn’t really his thing… but creativity?

He’d often get his ass chewed out for sneaking out and tagging buildings in high places, leaving a well established mark there for people to see. Not that any of the feedback was negative, no. They LOVED his work. They love his use of colors and how clean his work would turn out. Even his own Ma loved it. But she was highly against vandalism. To him, it wasn’t vandalism. It was art.

Art that helped him express things he wouldn’t normally put into words. Words, he couldn’t even bring to the table.

Art was his escape. Art to him was like breathing. It felt right. It made him alive.

Closing the magazine carefully and putting it back along the multiple other ones, he sighed. Ludwig was probably looking for him by now… he did say he’d be back soon. Stepping away from the wall of literature, he started to walk towards the back, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He jolted slightly before turning, thinking he’d see Ludwig… but no. He saw a familiar face.

“Luca?”

Jeremy spoke out, a grin slowly forming on his face as Luca seemingly smiled back, moving to pull the other into a tight hug, patting his back warmly.

“Jeremy! It’s been awhile my man!” He expressed, pulling back as he looked over Jeremy, hands still on his shoulders.

“Still rocking that baller's cap? Man, when was it when I gave that to you??”

Jeremy rolled his eyes as he laughed, roughly nudging Luca’s arm before smiling widely. Luca has been his best friend since highschool. The two were tightly knit together in the art scene, both often wandering off to coat a fresh layer of paint for their pieces. It was astonishing for Jeremy to see Luca here, of all places! Though of course, he didn’t move too far from home, but it was just enough to become a hassle given the state of their hometome. With the Android protests and people out rioting every other day of the week, it was hard for anyone to do anything.

Overall, Jeremy was his ride or die. The two would often get mistaken for being twins, seeing how the only thing different between the two was that Luca was blond and had green eyes. Akin to Jeremy, who had dark brown hair and blue eyes. Reconnecting after this long… man.

“Where have you been, Jeremy? You know the whole group’s been asking about you dude”, Luca poked at Jeremy, giving a sort of questioning expression. “You’ve been ignoring us or something? Thinkin’ that since you’ve moved over to this district, you’re too cool for us?”

Jeremy instantly punched his arm playfully, which got out a short laugh from Luca. Of course he knew that wasn’t at all the cause. Sticking out his tongue, Jeremy started to walk with Luca, both of them side by side as they spoke together.

“Nah man, you know my Ma got together with some rich ass influencer, right?”

Quirking a brow, Luca remained silent, signaling Jermey to continue.

“He’s some fancy fashion CEO of Mann Makeovers or something. He’s gotten my Ma into that business which caused us to move ovea here, since that shits closer. Not like I had a choice in the say, but I definitely wasn’t lettin’ her move over here alone with some random jackass”.

Luca seemed to nod at that, chuckling briefly as he then snagged a small bag of candy, tossing one over to Jeremy as he seemingly opened it. Jeremy watched as Luca simply opened it, not really taking a bite. Though, he was more concerned over the fact that Luca was about to eat something here without paying first. If Ludwig were to see him with Luca doing this, who’s to say he wouldn’t make a big fuss over this?

“Oh come on Jeremy, you know I’ll pay for this”, Luca mused, noting the other's expression before motioning for him to walk, the two seemingly walking towards the front. “I’m not stealing anything from here dude”.

That seemed to put him at ease, but of course, Jeremy wasn’t going to open a bag that wasn’t paid for. He may paint on buildings for expression, but he wasn’t about the whole stealing and theft business. It rubbed him the wrong way to know that’s what would’ve happened… but maybe he was overthinking. It had been some time since either of them saw each other and Jeremy was the one assuming the worst of the situation? He felt his face flush red in embarrassment and shame. To think worse of his best friend made him feel awkward. Maybe… living here was changing him. Ugh…

Feeling along his pockets as Luca walked and talked with him, he mentally slapped himself. His phone was in his bag, which Ludwig had at the moment. He really wanted to give Luca his number to keep in touch, since they had changed phone providers. But in doing so, he’d have to introduce Luca to Ludwig and Ludwig to Luca…and he was NOT ready to have that happen. He just wanted to wrap this up and head home before it got too late. He needed to think fast.

“... hey! Luca. I know it’s been ages man, and I really would love to keep chattin’ with you. But, I’ve got to run some business here and head back home to Ma, ya know? Is it alright if you write down your number and I’ll be in touch soon?”

There was a pause before Luca smiled, giving a rather questionable look.

“What? Can’t hang out after curfew? Aren’t you like, an adult now man? And you’re still listening to your mother’s rules? Where’s the fun in that?” Jeremy seemed slightly taken back, but surely didn’t show it. Instead, he shook his head, smiling once more as he patted Luca’s shoulder.

“I am, I am. But, you know I gotta listen to her. She’ll be home soon and if I’m not back before then, I am cooked haha..”

Luca paused once more, as if going to put something together, but then…

“Jeremy”

Fucking dammit. Jeremy closed his eyes tightly and prayed, hoping to just die there on the spot. But he knew that would be too good to be true. So he sighed heavily, and turned around, awaiting his doom. “Heeeeya Ludwig-”

Grinning sheepishly towards the other, he watched as Ludwig approached the two casually, his eyes landing directly behind Jeremy. It felt like catching two kids doing something they weren’t supposed to do, but of course, replacing the kids with two adults. Ludwig by now, had a cart full of groceries, seemingly done with the shopping run… though, something about the way Ludwig was looking over Luca made him want to question it, but through the silence… Luca was the first to speak up.

“Aye, don’t you robots have better things to do other than bothering people here?” Tense. Jeremy found himself snapping his gaze back to Luca, who looked utterly disgusted to see that an Android approached them. “Me and my pal here have somethin’ going on here. So, why don’t you move your metal ass along and leave us be..” Ludwig seemingly took no offense to that, and instead, looked towards Jeremy as he hummed. “Jeremy, it is currently 5:13. Your mother vill be home shortly and vill vonder vhere you are. I suggest we buy these and return home soon”. It was there, did Luca clock what had happened.

“Ahh.. I see... Look who’s got an Android”. Nudging Jeremy briefly, plus the cocky grin he flashed him, Luca stepped right up to Ludwig, which caused Jeremy to somewhat stand tall. Ludwig seemed to look down to Luca, giving a neutral expression as he carefully stepped back. Clearly, he could tell the other was becoming a bit hostile. This was no good, given how Jeremy seemed to be in clear distress of his… friend’s actions.

“Oh, what’s wrong Android? Scared of me or somethin’?”

It became painfully obvious that Luca seemed to have some vendetta against Androids. That, and coupled with the fact that a lady and her child passed by watching with wide eyes at what seemed to be a confrontation caused Jeremy to be on edge. He didn’t want to be a part of what was going to seemingly go down. He needed to break the tension.

“Luca, this is Ludwig. Ludwig, this is Luca. A friend from highschool. We were close before me and Ma moved out here”, Jeremy spoke up, giving a rather awkward smile before Luca interjected with his comment. “We ARE close. Not just a friend, best friends I may add. Jeremy, why didn’t you tell me you had Android scum living with you man? I can’t imagine how awkward it must feel having some Android trash follow you around every day”. All Ludwig could do was stand there with a neutral expression, hands gently gripping the rails of the shopping cart. Jeremy was practically on fire with how Luca was speaking to Ludwig. As much as Jeremy didn’t like Ludwig too much, it felt super fucking weird outright saying it. He could deal with Ludwig and even so, Ludwig wasn’t too much of a bother or did anything to wrong him. He was just there to oversee him and make sure he wasn’t doing dumb shit, like starting fights in a supermarket. But Ludwig didn’t seem bothered by anything said still. Iinstead he just looked towards Jeremy, nodding briefly. “I’ve got the items listed down. I am ready to go vhen you are”. With that comment alone, Luca scoffed with a petty laugh.

“Is it busted or somethin’? It’s hardly noticed my ass here in front of it!”

Waving his hand up in Ludwig’s face, Luca grinned before shoving him back roughly, clearly wanting a reaction. Jeremy felt something twist in his gut. How Luca was out right being the aggressor here… he instinctively stepped forward, nudging Luca harshly on the side. “Dude what the hell? You tryin’ to cause shit to go down?”

Luca seemed a bit awestruck, jaw dropping slightly at seeing Jeremy stand up for an Android. He seemed to just stare at him before giving a loud laugh, shaking his head as he patted Jeremy’s arm a bit hard before speaking out in a taunting manner. “No way in hell am I watching little league Jeremy stand up for a fucking robot. Are you sure you’re still the same Jeremy I once knew?”

Ludwig watched as Luca seemed to poke at Jeremy, his face a flushed red due to either embarrassment or…anger. Ludwig could tell whatever was going on, struck a nerve in Jeremy enough for him to step up to say something. Both face to face now, Jeremy stood his ground.

“What are ya doin’ man? You know I don’t want any issues with you. You really gonna stand here and defend a machine who’s just standing around babysitting your ass?”

Remaining silent, Jeremy stared hard at Luca, trying to form words in his head, anything to let the tension die down… but that didn’t seem enough for his friend. It felt like the silence alone was enough of an answer for Luca, given as he scoffed and looked towards the side in disbelief. Stepping back from Jeremy, he held his hands up, as if he was defeated in a way. “Let it be known, Jeremy from little league has stood up to me, an actual human being, for the sake of his dear Android pet”. Jeremy balled his hands into fists, watching as Luca started to walk backwards, smiling towards the two casually before dropping his opened candy bag on the ground.

“Jeremy, when you get some sense back into your mind, come back yeah? I think you being out here around these pieces of junk is really getting to you, man”

With a final look, Luca drew up his hood and turned to leave. Jeremy wanted to reach out, to say something to help calm his friend… but he didn’t. Instead, he let the other walk out, leaving the two of them to clean up the candy mess on the floor.

It was silent for a beat before Ludwig moved to go and pick up the mess along the floor. That was until Jeremy stopped him, giving a small indirect look before getting to his knees, scooping the bits of candy into the dropped bag on the floor. He didn’t speak, nor did he want to look at Ludwig just yet. He was holding his breath, not once wanting Ludwig to worry over him, or even ask if he was alright. But man, did it fucking hurt to see his highschool bestfriend walk out on him, especially with an exist like that. It sucked to know how bad Luca was of Androids. Hell, he wasn’t too fond of Androids… at least, he thinks so. He didn’t know how to feel with Androids just yet, given how none of the Androids actually did any bad shit, apart from taking jobs. But most of those jobs were jobs people didn’t fill. It was all very difficult though…

Ludwig watched as Jeremy closed the bag as best he could before putting it in the cart, hands now moving into his pockets. He didn’t want to speak still, his gaze now along the floor as he let out a muffled sigh.

“...”

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#mediscout #quick fix #blunt trauma #fic #drabble #but you decide the outcome!#TF2 DBH AU #luca is a random character made to be scout's friend #real names used here #not beta read so if u see a mistake no u didnt #Scout is Jeremy #Medic is Ludwig #slay #comment or send an ask to insert choice!

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allofasudden00 · 2 years

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I’ll Always Be There For You. No Matter What

The days have grown colder, or at least that is what it feels like. His bed, once warm, is no longer baring the heat that brought comfort all those years ago. Agustín, in his old age, bares the many wrinkles and laugh lines of a man who has lived a joyous life. Though if someone was to look at him closely, they’d see the frown that seems ever more prominent across his features. His eyes have gone dull, the shine faded years ago.

He has nothing to complain about. His family has grown larger than his wildest dreams. With that growth, his heart also has grown to allow the love he feels for his grandkids to fill it up. But there is an agonizing hole left in his chest. One that was filled with the love of a woman he was lucky to call his own. Losing Julieta hit his family worse than he ever expected. Her laugh no longer echos through the halls, the scent of her food hasn’t filled his nostrils for far too long. Her gentle hands haven’t caressed his face, her voice no longer whispers comforting words when he is scared. His best friend is gone.

He puts on a brave face for his girls. They’ve been through enough. They don’t need to see him break down. But he does, privately, in his now very empty bedroom. There hasn’t been a day that passes where he doesn’t shed his tears. He holds her apron that he refuses to clean. Though her scent has long since passed from the cloth. His nietos and hijas are the biggest support he has, and for that he is eternally grateful. His beautiful daughters have blessed him with beautiful grandkids. The smiles that adorn their chubby cheeks shake away his frown.

They laugh like her. Their hair curls like hers. Their eyes are that similar, otherworldly brown that he fell in love with. He shakes his head as he wipes his eyes, taking a deep breath. The morning air fills his lungs, and his bones ache as he stands from his bed. He slowly dresses himself before making his way down the stairs. He inhales a shaky breath when he hears his family talking in the kitchen. Forcing a smile, he turns the corner and greets them.

Mirabel holds a toddler in her arms as she works the stove, cracking eggs into a small bowl with one hand She looks up at him and smiles warmly. Her innocent smile sends a pain through his heart. She looks so much like her mother. He pushes away his tears and returns her smile. Walking to the table, he quickly sits down before his legs give out on him. Isabela sits across from him, braiding her daughter’s hair.

“Morning, Papa. Did you sleep well?” Isabela greets. She looks over and he sees a very familiar expression. She looks at him with worry. She hides it well for the others, but he can see it behind her eyes and in her smile. He remembers a time when she never looked at him like that. He doesn’t respond, choosing to give her a curt nod instead. Isabela looks at him with slight hurt before continuing. “Mira is about to finish breakfast. Are you going to join us?”

“No. I’m sorry. I think I’m going to have breakfast with your mother today.” Agustín watches Isabela and Mirabel share a look, but they quickly hide it. The kitchen falls into silence as Mirabel continues cooking and Agustín plays with his nietos, who bombard him with the energy only children can muster. The rest of the family comes down for breakfast. They all greet Agustín with small smiles. As they all eat, Agustín grabs his plate and stands up. He feels the eyes of all three of his daughters on him as he walks out of the kitchen.

He walks through Casita, his feet feel like they are made of concrete with each passing step. He stops in front of a lone door. He stares at it, his breathing quickens and his legs shake. Casita clicks its tiles in worry, catching his attention. Snapping out of his panic, he smiles down at the tiles and waves it away. Taking a large breath, he knocks twice on the door before opening it slowly. The room is dark. There is a small table next to a dresser and a small bed sits in the corner. A small frail shape lays beneath the blankets.

“Good morning, Julieta.” Agustín announces, trying his best to sound cheerful. Julieta barely shifts in the bed as he makes his presence known. He walks over, places his plate of breakfast on the table, and opens the shutters to the window. The sunlight that breaks into the room illuminates Julieta. Her once cheerful and chubby face is gaunt and frail. She barely moves as she stares blankly up at the ceiling. Agustín takes a seat next to the bed and smiles. “How are you today, amor?” Julieta slowly turns toward him.

“Oh… hi,” Julieta smiles weakly. Agustín watches as her eyes search his face, looking for any feature she might recognize. He feels his heart sink once again when she finds nothing and stares confused at him. “Where am I?” she asks with a trembling voice.

“You are in Casita, amor. Like always. I brought breakfast.” Agustín points to the plate and Julieta hums in response. He breaks off a piece of bread with a bit of egg and brings it to her mouth. Julieta grabs his wrists with trembling hands as he feeds her. While he feeds her, he talks about their nietos and their hijas. He informs her about all that she missed while she was sleeping. He answers her questions that mainly are reminding her who is who.

“I wish that tall girl would visit again. She was so nice.” Julieta whispers happily. Agustín feels tears burn against his eyes as he watches Julieta’s gaze quickly glazes over and she stares at nothing. He pushes several hairs out of her face and wipes her lips with a napkin. A small flame of anger rises in his chest. It isn’t fair. She doesn’t deserve this. It should’ve been him, not her. Julieta spent years of her life healing the sick and injured. Why did this happen to such a caring soul? She should be out playing with her nietos, getting to know them and being there for the important moments.

“Gus?” Julieta whispers. Agustín stops and his head snaps toward her. She looks up at him and raises a trembling hand. He quickly puts down the plate and takes her hand. “Can you pull out the seat? Mama needs to sit. She’s been standing there for too long. I don’t want her legs to hurt her.” Agustín cannot help the tears that fall from his eyes. Alma has been gone for several years now, but she seems to always be the primary subject of Julieta’s hallucinations. He smiles through his tears and nods his head. He pulls out the chair and Julieta sighs in relief.

“I’ll let you get some rest. I’ll be back with lunch, amor.” Agustín bends down and kisses her head.

“Oh,” Julieta squeaks. She looks up at him with a small smile and an expression of pleasant surprise. “Hi.” He smiles and kisses her again. As he walks toward the door, he watches as she enters another staring spell and he takes another deep breath. She has healed him hundreds of times, been there when he was hurt and he will be there with her till the end. Through thick and thin, sickness and health. His wife, his best friend, might have forgotten him, but he hasn’t forgotten her. He’ll never forget her.

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One of my biggest fears is forgetting. Dementia is a terrifying thing and my heart goes out to everyone who knows a loved one who has/is going through it.

Lewy Body Dementia has all the typical symptoms of memory loss, but with additional problems such as stiffness and trembling, daytime sleepiness, confusion, and staring spells. People with this form of dementia often see visual hallucinations.

Hug your loved ones folks.

#suddendrabbles #I am so sorry for the sadness #It is like 5 am and my fears have taken over #Agustin will stay by Julieta's side no matter how difficult.#agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #in sickness and in health #till death do they part.

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not proof read, no title yet

calum hood x mc

this part doesn’t really have any warning just swearing, sexual context

18+ only minors dni

please please leave feedback I’ve been trying to develop this story line and decided just to post what I have so far.

word count 2,075

Violet and her father had a relationship somewhat reminiscent of Lorelei and Rory Gilmore. Her mother had run off when she was just a toddler leaving her dad with her and his new, but growing company. She grew up with him as her best friend, spending as much time in the office with him as possible, limiting the times he had no choice but to pawn me off to a sitter. That was a perk of being the boss and owning your own business after all.

Violet stands in his office now, the sun barely peeking the horizon, and holding the framed picture of her, four years old dressed in one of his button down shirts so big on her that it dragged the floor. The photo was taken in this office when it was still brand new to him. She stood where she is now in front of the big glass windows with a cheesy grin, hair in braids. She’s clad in the same thing now, the same shirt from all those years ago that now brushes her mid-thigh (with a pair of bike shorts underneath just in case). Every year for his birthday Violet recreates the photo with the same shirt and hair in braids. And ever since she’s been old enough, she “sneaks” into the office early to give it a little organizing and cleaning as well. While he may be great at what he does, creating a successful business with employees and awards from nothing, he lacks in that of keeping his own space nice and tidy.

This year felt even more special since it’s been nearly 6 months since Violet has seen him in person, since she’d been away at college, taking summer courses directly after spring semester to get ahead. While she has never missed his birthday, She hadn’t out right mentioned her arrival, opting to surprise him here, with his clean, organized office, and obligatory birthday morning shot of tequila. Traditions are traditions after all. His party had been fully planned with the receptionist, Susan she’d grown up around helping iron out all the details for her. It was grand that his birthday fell on a Friday this year. Friday’s have always been half work days, so it made perfect sense to have the party tonight.

She was sitting in his chair, having finished the organizing, watching the sun make it’s arrival over the city. He should be arriving in the next 30 minutes at least, so she opts to look over her to do list for the day and scroll tiktok until the door opens.

“Fuck!” Violet hears as she spins around in the chair and meets the face of a man who is definitely not her dad.

“Well, good morning to you too,” She smiles at the man. “I take it your Calum?”

She knew her dad had a new assistant but had yet to put the face to the name.

“Y-yeah, I’m so sorry, I thought you were Mr. Hart.” He says.

“Oh, just what every girl wants to hear.” Violet quips back as he approaches the desk, setting down the coffee he brought every morning as part of his assistant duties.

“No- shit, ‘m sorry, you must be Violet? I just definitely wasn’t expecting you to be here, and I didn’t see Mr. Hart’s car so I thought it was empty.” Calum had heard of her of course. He’d been in the office now for almost a year and almost immediately asked about the adorable photo sitting atop his boss’s desk. She definitely is a woman now, and he can see just how much she does look like her father.

“Don’t worry,” she giggles at his obvious embarrassment. “Just a little birthday tradition.”

He notices then how incredibly clean and neat the office is compared to how he left it last night, and the odd outfit she wears.

“I try to keep him organized, but he won’t have it, this place looks incredible.” He smiles at her. “The outfit is from the photo, right?”

“Thanks, yeah he’s a masochist in his mess, and yes I always recreate the photo for his birthday. Speaking of, would you mind?” Violet returns his smile, standing from the chair and hands him her phone with the camera open.

“Oh, yeah, of course” Calum takes the phone, trying not to be too obvious in his eyes dragging down her tanned legs.

“Would you do a regular, and .5 too please?” She poses the was she was in the original, hands by her side and a closed lip smile on her face.

“Here you go, I took a few if you want to check them out first.”

Violet takes her phone back scrolling though them and thanks Calum. It’s then her dad makes his appearance.

“Now, what do we have here?” They both snap their heads up and Violet immediately rushes her dad throwing her arms around him causing her shirt to ride up. Calum takes notice of the tight shorts covering her bum.

“Happy birthday, daddy!!!” Violet says when she finally releases from the hug.

“Happy birthday, sir.” Calum chimes in.

“Oh, you spoil me V, and thank you both.” Her dad replies taking in the office. “And I see you’ve wreaked havoc on my chaos, it looks great.”

“Coffee’s on the desk, sir.” Calum says starting to exit to his own desk right outside Mr. Harts office.

“Wait!” Violet says causing Calum to halt. She grabs a bottle of tequila front her bag and smile. “It’s tradition.” She grabs the two shot glasses she brought with her and pours them each handing one to her dad and one to Calum, taking the bottle for herself since she didn’t account for Calum, but felt the need to include him anyhow.

“Um, is this a test?” Calum asks looking between her and her father.

Violet wears a shit eating grin and tips the bottle towards the men, her father clinking his glass to Calums with a wink.

“Here’s to hell. May our stay there be as fun as our way there!” Violet says. Calum watches as Violet takes a swig from the bottle and his boss shoots his own letting out a snort laugh in surprise.

“Cheers,” he replies following suit.

“Alright, Calum go ahead and get started now.” Mr. Hart tells him as Violet is packing away the liquor.

“Yes, sir.” He replies heading to his desk without protest this time.

Violet hauls her tote bag over her shoulder and goes in for another hug with her dad.

“I’ve got to get going, there are preparations to be made.” She says.

Her dad gives her a smile and shakes his head. “Oh, my little girl, all grown up. Thank you for this, really. I love you and I’ll see you later.”

“Love you, dad.” She replies heading out.

Calum is sat at his desk now starting to respond to emails and flagging anything important for Mr. Harts attention.

“You got the invite for tonight, right?” Violet asked Calum stopping in front of his desk.

“Yeah! Susan said it’s alright to bring a friend, that’s cool with you?”

“Of course,” Violet smiles. “Like the invite said, very casual. Think college party but the beers cold and everyone is actually civilized.”

“Great, I’ll see you later, then.” Cal replies.

Calum was giddy the rest of the day. With finishing school and working he didn’t have too much time for social activities. He was already looking forward to the party, even if it was for his boss and would probably be filled with his older coworkers, but now he had Violet. Violet who he took a tequila shot with at 8 am. Violet who was fucking hot and seemingly kind enough to show up at the ass crack of dawn to surprise her father with a clean office and an adorable photo recreation. Not to mention when he checked his phone he had a new follower on Instagram. Violet. Her account was private but he saw that they had a couple mutuals which must be how she found him. She looked for me. He immediately requested to follow her and texted Luke, his roommate, best friend, and plus one for the party.

Cal: I met Mr. Harts daughter

Luke: yeah?

Cal: She gave me a tequila shot before work even started. “Birthday tradition” with her dad.

Luke: it’s giving cool girl

Cal: It’s giving she followed me on Instagram, and I didn’t even give her my handle. No personal conversation.

Luke: woah

Cal: So, this is love?

Luke: she must be hot

Cal: Guess you’ll find out tonight. Maybe there will be more young folk than previously expected. ;)

Luke: here’s to hoping

Violet couldn’t help herself. As soon as she made it back to her dads house she searched Calums name on instagram. It was a shot in the dark but it worked considering they actually had mutuals. Susan had told her that the new assistant was young and hot. She had failed to mention the aussie accent, or his tall stature. He must be at least 6 foot compared to her dad who he was only a bit shorter than. She was intrigued, and wanted to know more. His instagram wasn’t private but it was very resume friendly. Pictures of him and his friends, even some from the company christmas party that Violet couldn’t make it back for. She also discovered a few tattoos on his arms, that she couldn’t see earlier since he was wearing a dress shirt. She had a rule, though about “stalking” people. So even though he wasn’t private she still hit that follow button. Plus, it would give him the opportunity to request a follow to her. Which he did a couple hours later and she accepted immediately. She spent her afternoon prepping for the party. She made sure her dads house was clean and stocked the fridge with beer and seltzers, as well as put together a couple different pre-mixed cocktails in those big drink dispenser things you always see at barbeques. As far as food prep, she pre-placed an order for pizzas and picked up the cupcakes and cookies she had ordered. By the time her dad got home around 4, Violet was lounging on the couch with her best friend, Josie, or Jo for short. They were already ready considering the casual nature of the party. She wore a pair of denim overalls with a ringer tee, while Jo wore a band tee with jeans. (photo inspo below) Violet left her hair in two braids and pulled on a denim dad cap that had “gone fishing” embroidered on it.

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/761530618269233551/ Violet

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/27654985204269331/ Jo

When Calum got off he drove straight to his apartment he shared with Luke. He was reeling over Violet. It was fucking ridiculous honestly, like he’d never met a woman before. He had already looked through all 137 of her Instagram photos. Almost all of the recent “dumps” included her with another girl. He was a little worried that she was already in a relationship with said girl based on the photos. But maybe they were just best friends, who posted suggestive photos together. He wasn’t judging and he was really trying not to be a dick imagining the two girls, being intimate. When he got home, Luke was sitting on the couch scrolling his phone.

“Dude, look at this. Do you think she’s into girls?” Calum asks tossing his phone to the blonde boy with Violet’s insta open.

“Huh, aren’t all girls into girls nowadays? Doesn’t mean she’s not into guys too.” Luke replies. “Did you look at her story?” He asks noticing the pink ring around her profile photo.

“Wait, no click it.” Cal replies leaning over the couch.

The photo popped up, a mirror pic of the two girls. Violet clad in overalls and a backwards cap, the other in a t-shirt, both of their tongues stuck out touching at the tip. (inspo - https://www.pinterest.com/pin/491666484332704814/

“Fuck,” Luke says. “They’re both pretty fucking hot. I say, the photos don’t prove any sort of committed relationship. You’ll just have to find out, mate.”

“I feel feminism leaking out of my body at the thoughts in my head, ugh.” Calum sighs taking his phone back and heading into his room to get shower and get ready.

#calum hood #5sos smut #luke 5sos #calum 5sos #smut #calum hood au #calum #calum 5 seconds of summer #writing #calum imagine

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TC!dad!JK

it’s a beautiful day in goryeo, corea and the coldest season has now officially passed and made way for spring. now more than ever, flower business bring in customers as the best time of the year to grow flowers and vegetables is in the waking of spring. excitedly, you wake up early to ensure all six of your children were fed, bathed, and dressed for school with their essentials in hand and organized.

“bye mommy!!” your twin girls say as they race to the carriage. next to say goodbye to you is your 8 year old son jawon, then areum, then ae-cha, and the finally jinseoul. “make sure you all stick together!! and be safe!! AND BEHAVE” you announce to your children as they yell back a ‘yes ma’am’ before riding off to school.

you’ll never get tired of getting your kids ready for school. you remember when each of them were just little toddlers learning how to walk and now they’re all grown up. you miss your babies so much and if it weren’t for jungkook being in an important meeting, you’d cry to him about it but for now, you’ll go love up on your remaining toddler, jaehan who will turn three in just a few more weeks.

“greetings queen y/n, here is the menu for tonight’s dinner” says one of the head chef’s of the kitchen who presents you the menu for tonight. “thank you. do you all mind if areum makes the dessert for tonight? also, we’ll be having guests accompanying us so make extra”

“that will not be a problem, your highness. we will make sure to make extras for yours and the king’s company”

“thank you”

you hand the menu back to the chef and head to jaehan’s room to bathe him, wash his hair, clothe him, and help clean his mouth. since jawon isn’t around, jaehan decides to stick beside his mother and practice his writing in your office while you attempt to get some work done. occasionally, you bounce back and forth from tending to your infants, doing your paperwork, and helping jaehan with his writing.

while at school, jinseoul is greeted by hyunjin which is odd.

“hey man” smiles the young man.

“uh..hey? when did you get here?”

“it’s my first day. your dad sent a letter and gave me permission to get my education here”

“really? well, that’s cool. i could use an extra friend” jinseoul says as the two boys walk to class together and spend the entire time talking to one another. the school is very pristine and though hyunjin gets strange looks from the other royal kids, jinseoul glares back at the stuck up kids.

“the kids here are so stuck up. thank God my parents did raise us like that”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, my mom and dad keep all of us humble. they raised us with integrity”

“well, your parents did an awesome job with you all. you’re really nice”

“you are too, man. your mom seems nice”

“she is nice—“

“JINSEOUL!!!! i’ve been looking everywhere for you!!” fusses ae-cha and the glare of hers looks awfully familiar to hyunjin. it’s a little too familiar…but on a brighter note, here she is and wow is she beautiful.

long dark hair, doe eyes, a round face like the queen’s; ae-cha is—

“can you quit staring at me? you look like a frog”

ae-cha is rude.

“o-oh, s-sorry” hyunjin quickly bows and is a little offended that she called him a frog. he hopes she meant that in a nice way.

“who are you anyway? never seen your face before”

“i’m, uh, hyunjin. i’m here because of your father”

“really? wow. well, i’m ae-cha”

“it’s an honor to meet you princess ae-cha”

“ew, don’t ever say that again. just call me ae-cha, man. no need to be weird about it”

“AE-CHAAA!!! OVER HERE, GIRL!!” yells one of ae-cha’s friends.

“ugh, i’ll fuss at you later as for you, i’ll see you around. I’M COMING GUYS WAIT UP!!!” yells ae-cha as she jogs up to her friends to laugh and talk with them while hyunjin looks like he’s been hypnotized.

“if you’re going to act like this every time you’re around my sister, i’m gonna puke” jinseoul says as he continues to walk to his next and final class.

~🫧

As soon as the king is done with his meeting, he’s on his way to your chamber, but you’re not there, so he just figures out that you’re in your own office working,

You’re so hard-working, honestly how do you have so much stamina to deal with nine children and do your duties without breaking a sweat.

You were always a perfect choice for him, and he doesn’t regret a thing about you. Although he still a little mad about last night because you left him horny and it’s not really a good feeling to sleep with blue balls but he does deserve this punishment after all..

Jungkook is honestly starting to think that he has a stupid magical, or rather cursed tongue because whatever he says just comes true. Like the thing with Yeonjin.

Which reminds him that yes she’s coming over to dinner tonight all thanks to your courtesy, but you’re just trying to be nice and that’s not wrong— and you two have to discuss the arrangement you have decided for her.

Jungkook knocks on your door patiently he makes sure to tell the guard to be silent and not announce his presence- He’s finally allowed to come in, and he sees jaehan sitting on a sofa while you sit in your chair, going through some papers.

“Hello my queen.” he says, in a high-pitched voice, hoping that he won’t recognize him, because you still haven’t looked at him.

But before his prank can go on, Jaehan begins to scream out his name. “DADDY DADDY DADDY!!”

The way you’re startled makes him laugh out loud. “Oh yn look at you.” Jungkook begins to laugh his ass off while Jaehan jumps in his father’s arms.

Jungkook kisses his toddler on his rosy cheeks and you glare at him. “what I just wanted to surprise you, but he scared you I did not.”

Jungkook takes the seat right infront of you, he’s so impressed with how seriously you take your duties and not just your role as the mother of his children, or as his wife, but as the queen of this nation as well.

He’s so proud of you that he’s not worried about the future for this dynasty.

“Babe, you know if I die, you’re gonna make a great queen regent for our crown prince until he learns his role, when he will be crowned king.”

He likes to joke about his death because it’s something that all of the Royals have to be prepared for and it’s about time that he starts preparing you for your next role and his oldest son to take his place soon as well.

Because Jungkook knows that his life span is not guaranteed and he can die any day. don’t get him wrong. He’s perfectly healthy but he’s a warrior.

Death will always follow him like a shadow.

#🫧 anon #haha well #ask: tc!jungkook

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😎 Happy Christmas Eve ( December 24th) or happy holidays!!!!!! Vulture what if one of the girls that were jealous of R STOLE Kit’s first kiss ? Because as you said that you don’t believe he would fully play with somebody like that as he wanted R to be his first…… ALL OF HIS FIRSTS ( back in the day women were EXPECTED to be virgins before they married but men …. They were “ expected” to be “ virgins” * cough in reality they could have done WHATEVER they wanted, even being spotted going in and out of business that had prostitutes / sex workers that was fine cough* ) and that included his first kiss.

He was being flirty and playful with other people , acting in a way that he didn’t with R . He didn’t want to act in that way towards R because she was so young and didn’t want to do anything that could affect her negatively. Kit never took the player attitude or flirting seriously because to him he wanted to practice his game , his romantic prowess for when R was older and it was closer to or was for the season that R was being presented and was eligible for marriage. It was all for the sake of courting and wooing R but without Kit being a flustered mess tripping all over himself so he had a better chance of getting R . Because while they were both told their whole lives it was greatly HOPED and EXPECTED it wasn’t set in stone as it’s not a arranged marriage so Kit was practicing everything out, because for him it was always R . Kit always promised that R and He would be family and be there for her no matter the choice she made ( it was very much the deal Jacob had with his imprinting in The Twilight Series except it wasn’t in the creepy ass way of it being a literal baby and a nearly grown or is a grown ass man but a person who is only three years older to a girl and their families had always been close. They themselves have always been close . It is everything shifted to R and Kit is to be anything and everything that R needs or needed ) . What if one day Kit was being that playful and flirty person but wasn’t planning on following through and at the sound of R’s laugh he IMMEDIATELY turns his head to that . R was sat in a shade of a tree resting on the tree reading the book that she and Kit so dearly loved ( the ones that R had gotten the name YN from and the name Laster that Kit takes up to play with R ) , Kit’s eyes and face softened a great deal that is a quite obvious to EVERYONE WITH EYES to see that he cares for her ….. that he is IN LOVE with her ( the only person who doesn’t know is R herself and that’s because she’s a kid) . The girl whom was talking to Kit sees this and she gets extremely jealous ( she is planning all the shit that she is going to talk about with all those other Bicthes , that was the shit will send R in a tailspin that the girls didn’t know that R was overhearing) because HOW DARE this scrawny sickly immature little girl capture the attention of Quincy and she ( R) WASN’T EVEN TRYING so the jealous girl grabs Kits shirt and then his face kissing him.

So since it’s Christmas Eve let’s do some thoughts. I think the last Christmas gift that Kit gave R the latest book of the series of books that they both love . The last gift that R gave Kit was a pocket watch ( it would be his first and it was his last one because after R disappeared Kit never parted with the watch) as she told him “ As papa and pa always say , very gentleman needs a watch . You are starting your adult responsibilities, you are becoming a gentleman so you need a watch . Kitten”. Teddy bears weren’t invented or weren’t really around until 1902 or around that time so R didn’t have any when she little but they would still have dolls and interesting fact is that in the 19th century they used human hair for the dolls ( typically the hair of the girl that the doll is made for) . They also used to have boys and girls rised and dressed the same as babies and little kids … like toddler ages ( long hair and being dresses) up until ( I am not entirely sure but until the age of 7 ) then they had this thing called breeching (that is were they learned to put on pants or breeches ) and then have their long hair cut . I think that when Kit had his long hair cut he wanted to gave his hair to make a doll for R . R loved that doll and slept with it up until that night that Thomas Logan broke in …… the doll was found on the floor with a pool of blood around it from when R dropped it ( R dropped the doll when she saw the body of her papa ) . But let’s not dwell on that because it’s CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!

R of Both the DK and SB AU LOVE the old Christmas movie specials ( Frosty the Snowman, Rudolph the Red Nose Renideer , The Year without a Santa Clause , It’s a Wonderful Life, etc) , a lot of the other movies that are classics like the Home Alones ( Scarlett Johansson is actually in one of the Home Alone movies, the four one ….. little Scarlett Johansson plays the older sister of Alex the boy of that movie whom was left alone for that movie) . As much as they are romantics I don’t know if they ( both Rs of the DK and SB ) could deal with the hallmarks Christmas movies, but they love and can’t convince them that Die Hard isn’t a Christmas movie ( SB’s Nat agrees with SB and is delighted that Sb loves that movie and happily watches it . I don’t know if DK’s Nat has ever seen it) . The last few thoughts I have for the night. The Night Before Christmas came out in 1823 , *so R probably grew up with her father John reading it in front of the fireplace with all of the socklings hanging in front of it every Christmas Eve . Her family always having a HUGE BREAKFAST that R couldn’t open any presents beforehand. *

I don’t know if SB’s Nat and Yelena would have any family traditions regarding Christmas or the holidays and as seen in BW Nat didn’t really have Christmas or holidays so I don’t think DK Nat would have any , but Wolverine R would want to give her a good holiday and make good memories for Nat , for Rogue and everyone else. I think that the last Christmas she really celebrated was before she disappeared so it the Christmas of 1844…. That was until she celebrated it with Esther Hudson in the Christmas Truce of 1914 . After Esther made R celebrate with her and the Hudson’s also made celebrate with them afterwards. After weapon x , the death of her old friend and forgetting the Hudsons R hasn’t celebrated Christmas since ( She left the school / Rogue roughly a year ago so maybe that was before/ after the holiday season of that year and wasn’t there to celebrate it with the X- Men / the school)

* Those two thoughts of the father reading The Night Before Christmas and the whole huge breakfast before opening presents are thoughts that are based upon actual traditions of my own family. Dad would read that book every Christmas Eve ( does a humongous reading and a actual reading of the book) and makes a huge breakfast that we have to eat before we go open gifts ( it was torture when I was younger but it really does make the day last longer) . We open gifts one at a time and we have a garbage bag that we put in the wrapping paper IMMEDIATELY after opening a gift ( makes clean up easier) .

Well good night , merry Christmas and happy holidays!!!!!!!! Love to all !!!!!!!!

I am answering this very late, but Merry Christmas and happy holidays to you too anon!

Not you bringing the Jacob and Renesmee thing into this, as much as I do enjoy Twilight let's leave their mess out of this AU lol. I don't know why it makes me laugh every time you remind us that Wolvie!R was a scrawny and sickly little twig because she turned into such a lovely but grumpy beefcake lmao. I'm sure little R was bullied by those girls a lot too (not physically though, because she probably would've snapped in half).

Do you think R would have ever returned somehow and found the doll again?

I think Sergeant Beef is secretly a big fan of the Hallmark channel. Wolvie!R...not so much. I also don't think Wolvie!R is much into holidays, probably because it reminds her of how lonely her life is/was. But now that she has Nat, maybe her mind will change on that...

Those sound like fun Christmas traditions! I hope you had a good holiday this year as well!

#😎 anon #vulture answers #darkest knight au

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