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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 11 months

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OK SO WHILE I WAS WATCHING SOME TOKIO HOTEL EDITS I GOT THIS IDEA(if it's too much feel free to ignore and I'm sorry if I confused you, I'm not good at explaining😭😭AND I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS GIRLY❤️😘)

Ok so. Modern! Dad! Tom Kaulitz with teen twins(maybe around 15-16 or sum). Like one daughter and one son. Both of them are super sassy and aren't scared of confrontation like they are really confident, they don't care what anyone thinks of them(like they laugh at haters and stuff) yet they take no disrespect especially not towards their dad or the other twin. Tokio Hotels' younger fanbase also literally simps for them and stuff, like they make edits of them and stuff. The twins also really remind everyone of Tom when he was their age. Like the boy, he has the same style his father did just with a little more modern touch to it. And the girl, her style consists a mix of Tom's style too. For exampld: cargo/parachute pants, tube tops, bralette/crop tops, trapper/biker/cadet caps, beanies, platform heels/boots(Demonias), oversized shirts/hoodies, hoop earrings, chains, bead bracelets, long acrylic nails, etc. . Like whenever anyone sees the twins, you know their outfits are never boring/dry. Like the girl is an absolute maneater and the boy is a womanizer(but they have admirers of all genders). Like both twins especially the girl really love Heidi because let's just say their bio mom went to get milk right after they were born. And like how would the relationship with their uncles(Bill, Georg and Gustav) be?

I know this is a hell lot so I won't be surprised if you just ignore it LMAO💀💀

(I love this idea sm hold up I'm finna add it to my Dr but Bill lmao. And so worries, I did a lot to match this so I hope you enjoy!)

Kaulitz Twins Gen #2

The media went crazy when you guys were born

Or being brought into the world

If you do the math, Tom was only seventeen and even he was freaking out

Especially with your mother and media and his career

But, with help from the band, he actually managed to become a good dad

Tried to help your mother stay but she just walked out

He never really looked for her, thinking if she could leave two beautiful kids like you guys she didn't deserve to even be looked for

Or if she ever wanted anything from Tom after she left he told her to fuck off

He didn't think he would be a good dad

Until he finally held you guys in the hospital room

Then he finally realized maybe, he would be a good dad

And he promised to never fuck it up

And he didn't!

Bill was happy to meet you guys, Georg was happy for Tom and sorta excited for two kids runnings around the stage while Gustav was a bit nervous but happy nonetheless

Bill always took you guys out and dressed you up when you guys were kids

No matter your gender

Georg let you guys rain hell, eat candy, stay up, even bought you guys a puppy to spite Tom

Gustav was a more relaxed uncle who let you guys do what you want but be careful while doing it

As you guys grew older you grew up in the media eye

Especially because of who your family was and you needed to be brought on tour with them

Tom tried to control it but paparazzi would literally run after you guys when the band would try and shield you guys from them

Tom felt helpless in those situations and did his best to keep you guys safe

You were confused when you saw your dad upset and yelling at the random people with cameras and when you guys would go home he would apologize

You didn't know why he did but you knew they just made your dad upset

And that made you and your twin upset, very much

Whenever paparazzi would come around you guys would yell at them

Shit like "No pictures!" Or "go away!" "Leave us alone!" "Stop following us, weirdos!"

Your dad's and uncles taught you guys to speak your minds but couldn't help but be surprised when you guys yelled at paparazzi

When you were little you and your twin even threw shit at them for following you guys

You were like six mind you

Better paparazzi, not such prying and rude ones, actually found it funny and when you guys were photographed like that it went sorta media crazy

You guys were known as the second generation of Kaulitz Twins sort

You guys were very sassy, spoke your mind and didn't care what people thought of you guys even from a young age

If expressed any interest in media, like modeling, singing and your twin did too Tom would let you guys

He would watch over of course but you guys did modeling, photoshoots, even went into interviews when you guys were young

For being teenagers you guys had quite the fanbase

You guys aren't scared of confrontation at all

Like one time someone was giving your Uncle Bill a hard time at a signing and wouldn't leave him alone

You and your twin went over, pushed them away and started yelling at them to back up or you would have to put them on their ass

Safe to say they left

Bill was surprised but your dad was very much proud

He didn't raise you guys to take bullshit

Tom admires that you guys could be so confident even at a young age

You guys genuinely do not care about being talked about or what people think about you guys

You guys have so much fun making fun of haters and laughing at them

Especially ones that try and "confront" you guys in public

You even told one "Get the fuck out my face." Laughing so hard your twin had to hold you up as Tom lead you guys away

Tom likes that you guys don't any bullshit from anyone

Especially when you guys defend him and your twin

You guys don't stand for hate and God help anyone who tries you guys

You have fought a few people when it got out of hand

They were talking shit so I say it was justified

You and your twin poke fun at how the younger fans already are simping for you guys

You are sorta like your dad when he was young in that tense

Like you guys play with hearts, flirt, tease and shit like that

You guys see edits and posts about you guys and how people find you guys attractive

You guys are constantly commenting on the edits and shit like that or are so smug about it

You guys like the attention you guys get so much

You guys like the reactions you get from fans when they see you guys saw their edits or posts and are giving them attention

You guys are too much like your father

So much so you remind everyone who your dad is everyday by simply existing

Your brother has a few collections of your dad's old clothes back then and wears them a lot

Like his shirts, hats, pants and bands that Tom wore he has a lot of them, the ones that weren't donated

Your brothers style is almost exactly like your dad's and everyone sees it

Except it has a more modern touch and a few more stuff your brother incorporated

Your style was the most surprising to everyone but not at the same time

Your style was definitely influenced by Bill when he dressed you up when you were younger

Your style everytime you wear something makes a statement and is always photographed or edited by fans

Doesn't help you look fucking good in everything you wear

Some stuff is sorta revealing and short so obviously Tom being that dad he is says stuff like

"That's too short. You look good, I know, hon, but what if you get cold?"

Get Heidi to talk to him, and plus your his little girl so he lets you rain hell if you wanted too

Bill absolutely loves your style and helps you pick out what to wear

Is holding your hand above your head, spinning you to get a full look of the outfit and applauding y'all's work

None of your family stands for any shaming of your outfits though

Especially when people say you're asking for attention or are dressed too skimpy and shit like that

Your response is always the same, that you want the attention and to fuck off

But when you're not wearing stuff like that you also wear some of your dad's old clothes or stuff that fit his style back then

Especially his shirts and his old pants

Everyone knows when you step outside your outfits are gonna be fucking good

Always making a statement and never leaving in a "basic" outfit

Tips you find from uncle Bill that are always helpful

You guys have a lot of fans, all genders, who simp for you guys and some even throw themselves at you guys

Let's just say you guys take up some offers

But you guys are described as two twins who is a maneater and a womanizer

You guys are exactly like your father in that sense when he was your age

He tries to get you guys not to like players or absolute dick like he was when he was your age

He just wants you guys to be safe and not play around with people's hearts

But bring up old interviews and he'll leave you guys to your own devices

You guys flirt, tease, kiss and sometimes more with fans but he's still your dad so he'll object

He'll take you guys away when he sees that so be careful not to do it flat out in front of your dad

Be sneaky, whisper and sneak off

You both really love Heidi

She's your mom

Not step mom or anything but your mom as she took you guys in and raised you as her own kids when she didn't need too

You and your brother are a mama's boy, mama's girl, daddy's girl and daddy's boy

You both love them equally no matter what

You both really loved by both your parents and your siblings

You helped your dad propose to Heidi and we're so excited when they got married

You two were so happy to see your parents happy and officially have siblings

You guys are little schemers with Heidi's kids

Heidi helps you guys with anything and no matter what it could be

Heartbreak, outfits, crushes, stress, happiness, anything and she is there

Even if your mom tried to come back in your life Tom and Heidi would leave it up to you guys

But when you say no it's a weight off their shoulders

You call Heidi mom and so does your brother

The first time you did Heidi froze for a moment but couldn't help but pecker kisses all over your guys' faces and hug you guys

You're her kids and she wouldn't have it any other way

You guys are very famous around the world and it can be very stressful at times

But with your uncle's, dad, mom and your twin, you wouldn't change it for anything

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ljnsdump · 10 months

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If It's Meant To Be, It Will Be (Jaehyun x F!reader)

Johnny x F!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

When a heart knows, it knows. There's no explaining it. You can only trust it.

Genre: M/F, exes to lovers, angst, fluff, slight smut, suggestive, oneshot

Warnings: light smut, secret/hidden pregnancy, cursing

Word count: 6,187

My third published story! I am so excited for this. This is one of the stories that has always been in my vault for the longest time just like the other three. I hope you enjoy reading it! I apologized for not posting as much, college is too much. But I hope I can post a lot now since it's already the summer break. Also, I'm not the best when it comes to writing smut, please understand that I'm still learning.

Read at your own risk.

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Before going home, Y/N goes to the local grocery store to get milk for the babies. They're growing so fast and it doesn't take a long time to run out of their milk. She then grabs a bag of candies and cookies as well.

Her 5-year old twins sat on the stairs outside their house waiting for her with their nanny. When they see her car pull up in front of the gates, the two run and the nanny immediately comes after them.

"Mommy!" They yell and jump in excitement. "We miss you so much!"

Y/N pouts as her heart warms at the sight. She immediately gets out of the car and gets in the property. She lowers herself down to level with her kids. "My babies, I love you both so much. I miss you both a lot too." The two hold her hand as they go in. "Helen, can you please grab the things I bought, it's in the backseat of the car."

"Okay." Helen nods.

"Now what have my favourite babies been doing all day?"

"Mommy, I was drawing with nanny! We drew flowers, and coloured them and put the sun and clouds!" Her little girl, Janelle says. "Julien was playing with cars! He hit nanny on her leg as well."

"Julien, did you say sorry to nanny?" Y/N asks with a stern face and her son nods.

"Yes, I hugged nanny because I didn't mean to do it."

She smiles and hugs both. "Very good! I will give you chocolates for being a good girl and a good boy. But let mommy change her clothes first." The two nod and go to play. Helen, who was following them with the groceries, puts them away on the counter. "Helen, just watch them for a few minutes. I'll just change and then once I'm out you can take your break as well."

Helen nods.

Y/N has left the eye of the public when she was forced to break up with her baby daddy. He didn't know she was pregnant. Heck, she didn't even know she was pregnant when his parents casted her away. So she decided to live in a small town away from him and his family. She's been suffering all these years so she's fighting everyone for her kids. She even separated from her parents because of the fear that they might take the kids away because she was earning minimum wage before.

She's working in a small company right now that develops environmentally friendly alternatives for non-biodegradable packaging. She started out as a mere researcher and now she's one of the executives. This year they are planning to expand their business and endorse it to bigger companies for development. And they are doing their first pitch after her weekend off.

They are going on a business trip for two days. That's why she packed the bags for her kids as well because she's definitely bringing them. She has to.

"Helen, remember when I told you about my business trip? We're gonna be leaving on Sunday afternoon. So please make sure you have your things ready before then, okay?" She instructs the nanny. "I'll give you double pay for Sunday since that's supposed to be your day off."

"Yes, I'll be ready by then. I'll come in early as well so I can help you prepare."

Night time came, Julien and Janelle were sleeping peacefully on their own beds. She observes the two as she overthinks about what can happen if she brings them to the city. Well, it's a big city so it's not even sure if they would get a peak of the shadows of the people she's avoiding.

As they are travelling, Y/N plays songs and they sing along to it. Y/N is musically inclined and she wants the kids to adapt that from her. She wants them to have music as part of their relaxation, and bonding time.

They go straight to their hotel which the company already had reserved for Y/N and she just got an extra room for Helen.

She and her colleagues had a quick meeting during dinner just to run through their presentation for tomorrow morning.

They are 5 in total, the president of the company, Y/N, and three researchers who lead the development of their product.

Later that night, she took the kids for a stroll on the streets. They were so amazed by the flashing lights, the huge buildings and the cars passing by. She got them everything they wanted because she just wanted them to have the best time of their life.

Morning comes, Y/N immediately prepares herself. She puts on her formal black trousers and blazer over her white shirt. Simple yet it made her look very elegant and sophisticated. She styles her hair, puts on light makeup before slipping on her stilettos. Grabbing her bags and keys, she doesn't forget to kiss the two who're sleeping soundly.

"Cheer on mum." She whispers at them.

She gets there on time, her team just arrived as well. They are led to the conference room, where it is only them in their first and immediately starts preparing for their presentation. Y/N observes the seating arrangement, and plans on tactics and ways to make it visually pleasing to the audience.

"I'm kind of nervous." One of the researchers, Taeil says as he shakes his hands vigorously.

Y/N just smiles. "That's actually very normal. This is a big crowd and they're the real deal. But I'm confident about our product, so I trust you three to present it with confidence as well."

The executives started coming in, filling in the empty seats. "5 minutes." The moderator of the conference tells them.

Y/N immediately runs out to grab a drink of water on the nearest station. But her path was blocked with someone who had a smug look on his face.

"Found you." Jae says and her eyes widens.

"W-what are you doing here?"

He shrugs. "I'm just one of the board members."

"What?!"

"Don't worry, I'll make them say yes to your pitch." He winks and goes in.

It's like her spirit just left her body. Why is he here? He's a board member? How? He owns his own company so why is he still going around looking for more to acquire?!

She snaps back to reality when one of her teammates calls her. "Miss Y/N! 3 minutes!"

Instead of getting water, she immediately texts Helen out of fear.

To: Helen

Don't ever let anyone in your rooms, watch the kids intently please and don't let them out.

Y/N clears her throat as the introduction begins. Even if she is panicking after seeing his ex lover, she stands there with all the elegance she can give.

"We in Lively Co. had always been researching for the best alternatives for our common packaging in the market. We believe that we developed the best product for food storage considering the materials used, money it costs, and the benefit it gives to the environment." She starts and then it goes on before she introduces their research team to discuss product specific details.

Jae looks at her proudly. He's not even hiding the smile on his face that Y/N can't seem to avoid. He's always had the most gorgeous face and now all his features are more developed, he's more matured. Jawline sharper, eyebrows bushier, undercut hair, ear piercings. God, he looks so good.

The CEO of the company seated in the center smiles and claps after the presentation. "Good. It's very good. As you may know, we don't invite companies to pitch unless we see real potential on their products. We actually have decided about this after we took a look at the research papers, samples and all documents you submitted about this product. We just wanted to see your perception and how you'll present it to us because we also look out for people we work with. And it's a good thing we did this today, you guys are so good and I look forward to working with your company." He shakes hands with the president of the mere Lively Co, while the four behind hugs each other, crying in happiness.

Y/N smiles when Taeil turns to her. "I told you."

After the meeting, they are also invited to lunch and then are given a tour around the company. Fortunately, Jae is no longer with them during the tour.

When she goes back to the hotel after a long day, she sees Jae in the lobby, legs on top of the other, watching her walk in and her heart starts pounding again. He's in the same building as her kids.

"You guys go ahead, I just have to drop by the cafe." She lies to her teammates and watches them take the elevator.

He then walks to her. "Hi."

She grabs his wrist and pulls him out of the hotel. "What are you doing here?!"

"Just wanted to congratulate you. You did so well there, baby." Smiling slightly but she shakes her head.

"You shouldn't be here!"

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe I don't wanna see you!"

He stops and looks at her face. She can't even lie. "Five years and you still haven't worked on your lying skills."

"I'm not lying, Jae."

"Tell me why you left without saying anything. Why when I went to your apartment, it was already empty and we were just cuddling there the night before that. I should have known that you hugged me the entire night, crying for no reason at all was because you were about to leave me."

"Your parents paid me to leave you." She admits. "Now please go away because I don't have the money to refund them."

Jae's eyes burn in anger all of a sudden. "And you exchanged me for money?"

"I had no choice, you know it's still gonna end regardless of what the reason maybe because it all boils down to me not being the best pair for you."

"Who are they to say that you're not the best for me?!"

"They're your parents."

"It doesn't matter! They don't matter! You know I love you so much, I was so ready to be with you!"

"It's all in the past now. Just go."

Their third and final day, they visit one of the plants of the company then go back to the building to have a small gathering to bid goodbyes. Jae was not able to attend the previous schedules they had the past few days but he definitely is not missing the get together.

As she's going to the conference room, her phone buzzes on her hand so takes a look at it.

From: Helen

Y/N, Julien is having a hard time breathing. He's having an asthma attack.

She immediately replies.

To: Helen

Use the inhaler.

From: Helen

I think it's empty.

Y/N bit her lip, looking so worried and her teammates turned to her.

"What's going on?" One asks.

"I-I need to go." She replies, in a hurry. "My son needs to be taken to the hospital."

Their eyes widen. "You have a son?!"

But before she could answer, she already ran off while dialling 911 on her phone.

Later on, Jae arrives and he notices that Y/N was not there. He goes to ask their president. "Is Y/N not with you guys?"

"She left. She said she has to take her son to the hospital." She replies.

Jae's eyebrows furrow. "Her son?" Then immediately goes out, meeting his assistant outside. "Let's go to the hospital nearest to the Diamond Hotel."

Y/N holds and plays with her son's hand as Julien is getting nebulized. He's scared of the sound it makes, that's why she's holding him.

"Was he always asthmatic?" The doctor asks.

She nods. "Yeah, he got it from his dad. He's asthmatic too and severely allergic to seafood."

Jae hears that and he immediately knows. "Y/N." He calls and she stands up in surprise, trying to cover her son.

"Why are you here?!"

"He's mine, isn't he?"

The doctor quietly calls the nurse over. "You guys can talk outside, we'll take care of Julien."

Jae immediately pulls her out of the emergency room. But before they can talk, Janelle runs to them and hugs her mom's legs. "Mommy! Where's Juls? Is he okay mom?"

The fright on her face is something that you can never compare with anything. Her heart is raging and she knows she's done for.

"Helen, can you take a walk with Janelle? I-I just need to speak to Mr. Jung."

Helen immediately takes Janelle away from them but Jae's eyes never leave the little girl. He can't believe that they have kids together, twins on top of that! The two look so much alike and they got some of their features from him like his bushy eyebrows, and eyes.

"They're my kids, aren't they?" She's on the verge of crying but Jae's eyes remain consistent. This is the only way to bring her back. After all those years he looked for her, wanting her to come back. "Y/N." He calls her again.

She frowns then whines. "They're mine."

He just wants to caress her face, and wipe her tears but didn't. If he shows her any remorse, she'll take advantage of it and talk him into keeping the kids to herself. "You hid them from me."

"Your family hates me, Jae! What was I supposed to do? I loved you so much but they kept pushing me! They kept threatening me!" She cries. "I left the world for Julien and Janelle, Jae. You will never take them away from me. I've sacrificed myself for them and you can't just come back to my life and take them like I don't matter."

"You are my first priority, Y/N." He replies. "I'm taking you and our kids back. My family will never have a say about it. And I will fight all of them who fight you."

She shakes her head. "You can't. You don't know what happens when you turn around, Jae."

"I will."

"No."

"I really don't want to involve my lawyers in this, Y/N." He says warningly.

She always loses. He always gets the better of her. "You can visit the kids then. But they stay with me."

"Love, you live far from this city I believe. Plus you're going back to your home today, aren't you?"

"I can request a leave. We can stay here until the weekend."

He smiles slightly and pinches her cheeks. "Thanks." That's definitely enough time for him to bring her back. "They're twins! How on earth did we happen to make two at once." Y/N couldn't help but cough a laugh at what he said. The happiness he feels knowing he has children with her is beyond the heavens. He can't help but pull her into a hug. "I can't wait to spoil them with everything they want in this world." Resting his chin on top of her head as he imagines all the fun activities that he has in mind for their kids.

She pulls away, still feeling skeptical about all this because she knows that Jae will do everything to get his children. She just knows.

"Miss Y/L/N,, your son is all good now. He was such a good boy the entire time." The doctor says. "Now, I'll go ahead and prepare the prescription for his inhaler, and Nurse Wendy will take care of the papers."

Nurse Wendy smiles at them and says, "Follow me."

They go to their son first who is sitting cutely and behaving on one of the beds as his feet dangle. "Mommy! I'm okay now! I behaved with the doctors." He grins which earned him a hug and kiss from his mom.

"My baby is all grown up now, mommy is so proud."

"And daddy."

Y/N blushes when he hears Jae speak from behind her. "I'm sorry." She mumbles. "Love, your dad is here too."

He pinches her waist first before picking up his son and carrying him in his arms. "Hi, sport! It's good to see you!"

"He's my dad?" The little guy asks and the two nod. "How about Janelle? Who's Janelle's dad?"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his innocence. "He is also Janelle's dad."

When finally they're done in the ER, they went out and went to Janelle. Julien stays in his dad's arms and Janelle looks up to them.

"Mommy, who's that?" She points at Jae.

"It's dad, love." She replies briefly. The little girl's eyes widen.

"Really?"

Jae crouched down and stretched his empty arm to his daughter. "Yes, sweetheart." She runs and hugs him and he immediately catches her.

"Careful." Y/N holds Jae's back to stop him from falling. He reassures her with a wink and carries Janelle on his other arm. "Jae, they're heavy." She tries to take Julien but he hugs his dad tight.

"No, mommy. I want dad to carry me."

Janelle butts in. "Me too."

She sighs. "Okay." Helen watched them with a big smile plastered on her face. "Helen, we'll be staying here for a few more days. Jae just wants to bond with the kids. I'll just give you the fare to go home and take a break for now. I'll just call you when we come back." The nanny nods. "But first, please help Jae's secretary get all our things from the hotel because we will be staying in Jae's house."

"No worries."

The kids are cheering and singing while their dad drives the car and Y/N is on shotgun. They are just so excited and Jae can't stop smiling.

"Juls, please slow down. We just got out of the hospital." His mom warns him.

"So, I'm thinking maybe we can make bedrooms one for each of them? They get to choose what design they want to choose." Y/N just nods in whatever he says. Jae notices that she's been quiet, she's really not saying anything nor is her face indicating any feelings. "What are you thinking about?"

She shakes her head lightly. "Nothing."

Jae sighs.

After all day of shopping and playing, they finally go to Jae's house. It isn't any less than what Y/N imagined him to be living in. It just screams luxury.

Helen is waiting there as well to bid goodbye to the family as she leaves for home before them.

Jae takes out an envelope from his pocket he got from the bank earlier and hands it to Helen. "This is my token of gratitude for you taking good care of my family. Thank you so much." She opens the envelope slightly and ses a thick bundle of cash and she immediately thanks him.

When Helen and Jae's secretary are already out, Y/N take off her heels because her legs are about to give out already.

"I'll freshen up the two so that they can go to sleep now." She tells him. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Use the one in my room." Y/N looks at him as if saying seriously? to him. "And what if we find something there that we're not meant to find?"

His eyes squint. "Like what?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

Jae shakes his head as pinches her cheeks. "I don't go fuck around." She immediately elbows his abdomen, making him grunt.

"Mouth." She warns before walking past him.

Jae offers to put the kids to bed because he noticed that Y/N is too tired to move already.

"You okay?" He asks her and then sits beside her on the couch.

She nods lazily. "Yeah, why?"

"Nothing, just wanted to check on you since the two are asleep now." He replies and then pulls her legs on top of his lap. She's about to whine but he says. "Shh. You'll wake the kids up." Then starts massaging her legs down to her toes. "I know how hard you worked for Janelle and Julien. I know how much you tried to give them the best life and you succeeded in doing that."

"My life is dedicated to them, Jae. Everything I do and I will do will be for them."

"Good because I will be the one to do everything for you." He smiles slightly. "I can't believe we made the most beautiful pair of twins on earth."

She just smiles. "I'm tired."

"Yeah, I'll carry you to bed." Jae stands up and carries her to his bedroom.

Y/N immediately punches his shoulder when she sees where they're heading. "Jung Jaehyun, stop right there. I'm not sleeping in your bedroom."

"Yes, you are. Why would I let you sleep on a bed that's not my own when you're in my house?" He asks, as if what she wants is the most ridiculous thing in the world. "And based on how I remember it, we never broke up. Maybe we just took time off but we never broke up."

She laughs. "We took time off for 5 years?"

Jae lays her down on the bed. "Yes, and I have never sought for anyone else because I always knew I'd find you." Then flicks her forehead. "But you did."

"What?!"

"That guy who you hugged during the conference. You were smiling at him."

She rolls her eyes at what he said. She knows that he knows he's just a colleague. "I'll sleep now."

"Good night, mommy." He whispers while planting a kiss on her cheeks.

He then positions himself next to her, nestling under the covers. "Good night, daddy." She mumbles but Jae definitely heard, drawing a big smile from him.

The next day came, they had breakfast and decided to stay indoors since it's raining outside. They're in the living room all bunched up under a big blanket while they watch cartoons. The kids specifically asked the two to sit together with them.

"Mommy, daddy, moms and dads kiss so how come you two don't?" Janelle asks innocently.

Y/N chokes on her own spit after hearing that while Jae nods at her daughter, "I know, right? Mom doesn't want me to kiss her."

The two turn to their mom. "Why not?"

"Because dad did not brush his teeth." She laughs hysterically while Jae's hand sneaks under the sheets to pinch her side.

"Hey." He calls her out. "I did." And defends himself.

She continues to laugh. "You don't have proof."

"I can kiss you right and you'd be the one to tell if I brushed my teeth or not."

"Stop being so childish."

The two little people took their afternoon naps. Jae and Y/N finally have time to clean up and prepare for dinner.

Jae's arms sneak around Y/N's waist as she washes the plates they used for their snacks. "We can have dinner at Sailor tonight. Then we can walk by the boulevard."

"Yeah, that's fine." She agrees.

"Kiss me." Pouting his lips near her face.

"Jae." She warns. "Stop bothering me."

He sneakers and lets her go. "Fine, but after that, while the two are still sleeping, we can go ahead and prepare for dinner."

"Yeah."

So after she washed everything, she went to their room. He sits there shirtless, while reading a book. Her cheeks flushed with heat upon seeing his abs, biceps and arms on display.

She goes to the bathroom to change and prepare. Then comes back a couple of minutes later wearing a maroon, flowy, mini dress that hugs her tiny waistline just enough, showing off her collarbone, and perfect looking cleavage. She just curls her hair, forming big waves and then her make up.

Jae's eyes stays at her for a couple of seconds, raking her body, observing her figure and entire look. "You look hot." He blurts out.

"Thanks, I intended to." She sits on the armrest of the couch, crossing her legs and arms. "So what do you want to happen after this? We will be going back home on Sunday."

"Why can you not stay here?"

"First of all, I have a job." She says. "Second, why would I?"

"Because I want you with me. I want to be able to see my family everyday and take care of them."

She snorts. "That's weird, because based on how I remember before, you were working most of the time and you almost had no time for me. Now if you have no time for one, how much more for three."

Jae groans. "Look, that was before. I'm not leaving you behind now especially after knowing what it's like to live without you."

"We are not getting back together, Jae."

"Why not?"

Scenes from her past with Jae's family come back like they have just been dug out from the grave. "I-I just can't."

"Y/N, what will make you come back to me? I will literally do everything. I just can't let you go after looking for you for 5 fucking years."

"I can't leave my job."

"I can request for you to be transferred here. There's really no point of you working, I'll be the one to work for us."

"I really need to think about it."

He nods in agreement. "No rush, just take all the time you need."

They just stared at each other for a few seconds, observing each other's face comfortably. "Who told you to get piercings?"

His stares linger because of how tempting and vulnerable she looks right now. "You." He replies. "You said I look good with them."

"Well, I was right."

Jae pats his lap. "Come here."

"Why?"

"So we can make out?" She couldn't prevent a laugh at his bluntness. She walks towards him as he reaches both his arms to her. "I can't imagine how you fit two babies in this body, babe."

"You would've been turned off if you saw me pregnant. I was a pig."

He tilts his head to the side, furrowing his eyebrows. "Okay, first of all, never say that again. If one gets pregnant of course their body gets big, because there's a baby in them. They need to eat a lot because they're basically eating for two. So don't say that." His hands hold her by the waist and lift her up to set her on his lap. "I love you." Planting a kiss on her lips and watching her reaction. "I miss you."

Y/N holds his face and puts her lips on his. He holds her waist tighter as he devours her lips, like that's the only thing he's been craving for this whole time. His arms eventually find its way wrapping around her waist and the free hand holding her steady by the nape, turning her in all angles to make sure he tastes her the best way. She’s breathless and her lipsstick is all messed up now but he doesn't really care.

"Jae." She gasps.

He breathes against her lips. "Hmm?"

She doesn't say anything and just puts feathery kisses all over his face as her eyes tear up. Nobody knows how much she wanted this for the last 5 years. This is the only thing she asked for, just him and she can't help but feel like crying when she finally got what she wanted. "I fucking miss you. And thank you for accepting our children, I was honestly worried if you didn't want them. I was scared that when you found out, you'd wish they never existed."

Jae holds her back firmly, looking at her face. "Why? I would never do that. You know that you're the best thing that happened to me and all I ever wanted was to make a family with you."

She laughs. "I know, it's just that there are really things in my head that I wish aren't there."

"Well, it's time for you to stop thinking about those because I am the happiest right now with you, Janelle and Julien." Patting her head lightly. "And I really appreciate you making their names start with the initial of my first name."

Y/N smiles sheepishly. "Yeah, I just can't leave you out of the picture."

The lights of the restaurant shine perfectly on them. Jae and Y/N have gotten sweeter, and intimate. They are almost in sync, attending to both their children.

"What do you want to eat, love?" Jae asks Janelle, showing her the menu book.

Janelle points at the raspberry tart. "I want this."

"Jan, dessert is for later." Her mom reminds her.

"If she wants it--" Jae gets cut off by Y/N's glare and he just chuckles. "Mom's right."

As the waitress is taking their order, Y/N notices her batting her eyelashes to her man, smiling flirtatiously and suggestively. That annoys her to the bones, she holds Jae's hand. He notices it, looking at her with a comforting smile and says, "Love, what do you want?" Slowly massaging her hand.

"The pan seared scallops would do." She smiles.

As they were about to leave after dinner, Jae bumped into one of the people he knows in the industry.

"Jae! It's good to see you, man!" The guy gives Jae a manly hug. "Who are you with?"

"Oh, I'm with my family." He replies. "This is Y/N, my wife." Y/N kinda gets stunned and glances at Jae before offering her hand to the man. "And our kids, Janelle and Julien."

The man, Yuta, gets surprised. "I didn't know you had a family!"

"I actually messed up somehow, that's why I only was able to be with them now." He replies without hesitations. And Y/N has never ever thought she'd be more attracted to Jae. Nothing more attractive than a man who admits his mistakes.

As they drive home, Jae notices Y/N constantly glancing at him so he asks, "Is something wrong?"

"You were so honest telling that man earlier about how you messed up."

"That's because that's something I cannot deny." He shrugs. "And you, were you jealous with the waitress earlier?"

She scoffs. "I wasn't jealous. I was just under the impression that you were not interested in her so I did what I could to save you." Sarcastically, while crossing her arm. "Was I wrong to do that?"

"No, you weren't. I wasn't interested in her. I have you."

Y/N shrugs. "Whatever."

"Mommy, Jan is sleeping." They hear Julien from the back.

"Yes, love." She replies. "Just let her sleep, we're almost home."

They arrive home and Jae carries Janelle to their bedroom while Y/N walks with Julien. Then they prepare the two for bed and stay in there until the two are already asleep.

When they walk out of their kids' room, Jae asks, "How about you, babe? You good?"

She sighs. "Yeah." Then goes to their room.

Jae catches up, pulling her towards him and then locking her in with his arms around her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Jae. I'm just tired."

He scans her face. "You look really beautiful." Whispers, then his eyes stayed on her lips.

"More beautiful than the waitress?" She jokes.

Jae can't help but cough out a laugh. "You're funny. I didn't even look at the waitress."

"I know, I was watching."

He pins her to the door and smashes his lips against hers. He's got the rough hold on her, and she just went along with the kiss, letting him dominate her. One of his hands slides down her dress and grabs her ass making her moan.

"You like that, huh?" He smirks against her lips. "You've just gotten more irresistible, Y/N. I'm holding myself back from bending you against my bed and fucking you so hard."

She pushes him back a little, locking their eyes together. "Why are you holding back?"

"Because our children are sleeping just a few rooms down the hall and I remember how loud you can get."

Y/N rolls her eyes. "I promise, I'll be quiet."

"You just wanna be railed, don't you?"

Without hesitations, she says "Yes."

He places a quick peck on her lips then starts kissing her neck, sucking on her skin, marking her as his.

When Jae woke up, Y/N was no longer on their bed. He quickly washes his face and brushes his teeth before going out only to find the three in the kitchen. Y/N is cooking while the two watch her curiously, asking their mom constantly about whatever she was doing while munching on some fruits. Of course, Y/N answers them all with patience.

"Hi, dad." Janelle hugs his dad's legs when she sees him walk towards them.

Jae lifts then puts her in his arms. "Good morning, princess." He kisses her cheek then goes to ruffle his son's hair. "Good morning, sport."

Y/N watches him adoringly as he greets their kids. Jae then goes to her with a knowing smirk plastered on his face, snaking his free arm around her waist and kissing her cheek. "Good morning, love." The smell of mint on his breath lingers.

"Mom already allows you to kiss her?" The innocent ones ask.

Her mom pinches her cheeks. "Yes, because he already brushed his teeth." Chuckling at what she said.

Jae scoffs and pokes her side. "I always do."

"Stop, I'm cooking." She tells him. "You guys go prepare the table, this is almost done."

She watches his back as he walks away. He's sexy as fuck.

Jae helps Y/N bring the food to the table. They've been stealing glances, kisses and touches like teenagers again and it filled Y/N's stomach with butterflies and got her heart pounding. She's never been this happy and in love again.

"Jae." She calls him as they eat. "We need to go back home soon."

He looks at her tapping his finger on his fork, deep in his thoughts. "I'll go with you guys. I can't let you go, Y/N. We'll go and get all your belongings then come back here."

Y/N is very hesitant about the abrupt decision. They haven't given it enough thought. She wants to be with him and so do their kids for sure but there are a lot of things to consider.

As the kids are playing, in the living room, Y/N goes to Jae who was cleaning the dishes. She just leans by the sink, not saying anything.

He glances at her for a second. "What's in your head, love?"

"Everything?"

Jae puts the last plate on the rack and dries his hand. "You're worried about moving in with me." He states. "But there's no need to feel that way. I can't say this enough but you and our kids are the only thing that matters to me now. I can't... no, I won't let you go."

"It's just happening too quickly."

Jaehyun bites his lip, looking down as he thinks. Then he nods. "Alright. I'm not gonna force you to move right away but I'm still going with you when you go home."

"I might also change my mind. It's just that right now, it's too scary for me."

He just pulls her into a hug. They were deep into their conversation that they didn't notice their children sneaking up to them, embracing their parents legs because those are the only things they can reach.

Y/N tears up when she sees the two.

"Why are we hugging?" Julien asks cutely and innocently. Jae picks him up while Y/N picks Janelle up too.

Both Jae and Y/N look at each other. He wipes the tears rolling from her eyes down to her cheeks and that's the only time she noticed that she was crying. "Because mommy's just feeling so happy." He tells the kids.

"Isn't this better?" Y/N asks herself.

"Okay, you guys know what we will do today?" Jae asks. The children excitedly respond while Y/N is curious too. "We will go shopping to pick out designs for your rooms."

"Yehey!" The two cheer.

"Daddy, I want purple with fairies and princesses."

"I want cars and airplanes!"

Y/N watches her kids play. She remembers the looks on their faces when she introduced Jae as their dad. They were so happy and excited. Here, they have access to everything. They can have everything they need. Jae had been so responsible and just a good... scratch that, perfect, willing dad.

"Jae." She calls him softly and he immediately turns to her and hums. "We'll move in with you."

His eyes widen and a big smile spreads on his face as he embraces her and showers her with kisses on her face. "I love you so much. I can't wait to be with you forever."

"I love you too." She pouts and buries herself under his embrace. "I hope you know that. My hesitation was never about you."

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A little to long, my bad.

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secretly-tword-obsessed · 4 months

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Noodle's Questions

Hey gigglers! I haven't written a tickle fic in foreverrr, but here is a little something I whipped up. I hope you enjoy! (Teases inspired by @just-a-fluffy-knight)

Fandom: Wonka

Characters: Willy, Noodle

Summary: There is a lot that Noodle doesn't know, and a lot that Wonka can teach her.

Note: This is a tickle fic. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling.

"Willy, I have a question", Noodle posed, sitting up straight. She and Wonka had been lying down next to each other on the candy-grass of Wonka's factory, recovering from the effects of tens of different magical chocolates.

"Yeah?" Wonka responded absent-mindedly, still lying down in a half-doze.

"Well you know how chocolate is brown because of the coco. Well where does white chocolate come from?"

Wonka snickered, "That is a very good question young lady. I guess I'll show you". However, Wonka was making no effort to sit up. Noodle, after patiently waiting for the demonstration for about ten seconds and receiving nothing, poked Wonka's stomach in an attempt to get his attention.

"Willy?"

"EEP! Yes?"

Noodle chuckled at Wonka's response before rolling her eyes. Honestly, Willy could be so weird sometimes. "Willy, the demonstration?"

"Oh, yes", Willy said sheepishly, sitting up, taking off his hat and reaching inside it, pulling out a square of regular milk chocolate and a small jar with what looked like a bee inside. Incredibly confused, Noodle watched as Wonka opened the jar and released the bug.

"Watch this", he said with a grin as the bug flew around the chocolate, sprinkling a kind of dust which, after a few moments, turned it white. Noodle's eyes widened in realization, "Ohhhh! That's so cool Willy!"

Wonka smiled, "your welcome", before lying back down.

A few minutes passed before Noodle's inquisitiveness returned.

"Willy?"

"Yeah?"

"What did you see earlier?"

"Huh?"

"You know, earlier when you squeaked. What did you see? Should I be concerned?"

"Ohhh", Wonka said in realization, his cheeks going a little pink. "Nothing Noodle, don't worry about it".

Noodle rolled her eyes, poking him in the stomach again, "Wonkaaaaa".

Willy squeaked just as he had before, causing Noodle to instinctively jump and look up at the sky, trying to find the source of her friend's fright.

Wonka sat up abruptly, "Ok Noodle, you know that curiosity killed the cat"

"What cat?" Noodle asked. Having grown up at Scrubbit's and with no family, there were a lot of things that Noodle didn't know. She could read and write and do mathematics just fine, but had never done anything like play or sing or eat sweets or use silly phrases until she had met Wonka.

Wonka sighed in an exaggerated way - "If you must know, Noodle, I'm just a bit ticklish there"

Noodle raised an eyebrow, "Your what?"

Wonka's cheeks went dark red, "Ya know, ticklish". He perched his knees up before his torso, looking away and pretending to be distracted by something in the distance.

"Ticklish? That doesn't ring a bell". Wonka looked aside at her face for one second, catching that she was dead serious, before turning away again. How could he explain tickling?

"W-well", he stuttered, once again looking away, "It means I'm sensative. Like, if you touch my tummy I might react like that. It's nothing".

Catching on to Wonka's embarrassment, Noodle smirked and thought she might have a little fun.

"Oh, like this?" She poked his stomach again, and he let out and even louder squeak than before, and, in a swift motion, he tackled her over so that she was lying on the grass below him. She screamed from his surprise outburst, but giggled as she saw him sitting above her, looking down at her with the most flushed look she had ever seen.

"Oh, okay, you want to have some fun huh?". Just than, he scribbled all ten of his fingers into Noodle's sides, and, in an instant, she burst into high pitched giggles.

"Willy!", she cried, scrunching up her face and slightly kicking her legs.

"Wo-hoa-hoa", Wonka said, scuttering his fingers across her belly, "I thought you would be ticklish, but this ticklish?"

Noodle giggles got higher pitched as Wonka moved spots, her swatting away lightly at his hands to protect her belly.

"Are you ok with this Noodle?", Wonka asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't crossing any boundaries. Noodle nodded as she continued giggling, before turning onto her side, trapping Willy's hand.

"Hey!", he said, "Get back here Apple Stroodle!". Noodle chuckled at the nickname, before Willy flipped her over again and started gently squeezing her knees. Noodle immediately collapsed into full on belly laughs, rocking back and fourth.

"Ahaha! Willyhyhyhyhy!"

Wonka looked down at her with an evil smirk, "Well well well, looks like I hit a bad spot huh Noodle?"

Noodle's cheeks went red. This was her first time being tickled, and she'd be lying if she said it wasn't fun. She felt completely carefree, as if she was eating one of Wonka's calm musical chocolates, although the accompaniment was her shrieks of laughter. Wonka moved on to reaching under her arms experimentally, and her chest sunk down a bit as her laughter lightened steadily into a trail of giggles. All the while Willy was smiling down at her, the girl's joy infectious, and feeling as happy as can be to see her in such a state.

After a few more seconds, Wonka stopped, afraid she would suffocate otherwise. She continued to giggle with phantom tickles and, once they wore off, she just chuckled, sat up and smiled at Wonka. Than, as if like a lion jumping at her pray, she jumped in to hug him, and this time Wonka's squeak was one of fright. The gesture was unexcepted, but Wonka rubbed her back gently.

When she separated from him, Noodle smiled, "I felt so loved. So connected. So bubbly! Thanks for teaching me about this Wonka, I'll have to tell my mum to do it with me sometime".

Wonka looked away once again, his embarrassment returning to him.

"It was such a silly sensation", she said with a laugh, before lying back down, gesturing Wonka to lie beside her. The older boy leaned back, putting his hands under his head like a pillow.

"Willy?"

"Yeah?"

"Didn't you say you were also ticklish?"

Wonka's eyes widened, and he immediately jumped in the air, running across the candy forest of his factory.

"Hey! Get back here Willy!", Noodle called out, standing up to run after him.

"You can't catch me!", Wonka teased, grabbing a chocolate tree branch and swinging himself up. Noodle ran up to the tree, standing at the bottom as Wonka sat triumphantly on a branch above her.

"Haha, nice try Noodle!"

Noodle rolled her eyes again and smiled, "I'll get you next time Willy!"

"Nu-uh", he responded, "there won't be a next time - I'm staying up in this tree for the rest of my life, I can make chocolate just fine from up here".

Noodle chuckled and rolled her eyes again, "Ok, whatever you say Willy". She knew he would have to come down eventually.

That's it! Thanks for reading (: Hope you liked it.

#wonka tickle #ler!wonka #lee!noodle #Wonkaticklefic #tickle community

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melonba11s · 11 months

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Playing along (Strade/Fem MC fic)

A sort of revamp of an old drabble, now a proper longform fic! I hope you all enjoy it!

I have a bit of an epilogue planned that I hope I can type up soon!

Contains: Strade, Ren, Female MC, Canon Typical Violence.

One more person in front of him. He watched as they dumped a pile of random items onto the counter.

"Hi! How are you?!" that voice, picked up by several pitches, ringing with syrupy sweetness. Eyes bright with near manic alertness, smile stretched as far as it could be. All the motions were completely unnatural, all of them working on the man she was helping.

Her energy bounced off the walls as she made small talk, letting out a little laugh at the man's lame joke. She was deftly quick with her job. Items scanned in successive order, fingers tapping the screen with barely a glance, piled into a bag and given along with the receipt.

"there you go! You have a good day now!" she waves him off then turns, aiming that beam of bright sunny smiles at him. Then the recognition flashes in her eyes.

"Oh, Hey Strade!" Shoulders relax, she hunches over to lean against the counter, eyes meeting his. So easily she stripped off her lies the moment he appeared.

"Hey, buddy! Working hard as usual?" he liked her. This side of her at least. The one that didn't feel the need to wrap herself in a sweet candy wrapper.

"oh you know it." she rolled her eyes, a gesture she'd never make with another customer. She carefully gathers his items into a neat row, taking her time. There was no rushing to get him in and out, she wanted to extend the time they had together as much as she could.

It had been several weeks before he first stopped in for a simple jug of milk, it was a bit of a ways away from his neighborhood but he had been out anyway. And just as she did with all the other customers she had blasted him nearly off his feet with her cheeriness. Something about it made him want to peel her open, expose her core, so he returned. He made small talk, got her to open up.

Watching that simpering and ass kissing attitude morph into the person she really was. And realizing something else. The way her eyes truly lit up when she saw him, how if she noticed him before he came to check out how her eyes would follow him, the way her cheeks would glow if he complimented her. He could tell easily when someone was smitten.

So he played into it. He asked her about her hobbies, her friends, her family. He asked her about her job.

“This store’s in kind of a dangerous area, I hope your camera system is good!” he had once said, slapping the cover of a nearby newspaper, who’s headline mentioned a violent crime in the area. Her expression furrowed slightly.

“Uh, listen. You know those signs we have? “Smile, you’re on camera!”?... They’re just there for show. We actually don’t have a security system. Company says we aren’t high priority enough for one.” She shrugged sadly. She didn’t notice the glint in Strades eyes at what luck he had. No cameras, no evidence.

"oh, you know what? I better get a lottery ticket." Strade said, bringing himself back to the present. He leaned across the counter to hand her the cash.

"Make sure it's a winning ticket." he said with a wink. A joke she no doubt heard hundreds of times, one that made her smile flicker for just a moment when someone else told the same joke.

She laughed though, he could get away with it.

"So Buddy, any big plans for your weekend?" he asked, watching her make her way to the lottery terminal.

"Uh, not really. I actually have the weekend off for the first time in ages... I may just spend it resting."

An opportunity. Blood in the water. Strade raised an eyebrow, his fingers curling on the counter. She was planning for a weekend watching those romance movies she had admitted she had an addiction to, dreaming of a man to come by and sweep her off her feet. Perhaps it would happen in a more literal sense…

"you know what? I got a lot of free time too." he mused, as she handed him his lottery ticket.

"So. Saturday night, let's go out and have a drink then?" he watched in delight as her eyes went wide with shock, her entire face turning bright red.

"w-wha???... drinks with... you?" she stammered, frozen stiff.

"Well of course, on me... go ahead and write your number on this ticket here... Then maybe we'll both be lucky" he slid the ticket towards her, smiling. If she had not been so innocent, unaware of the world, she would have ran the moment he bared his teeth.

Instead, with a shaking hand, she got out a pen and hastily scribbled her number down.

"D-drinks... yeah I'd... like that... I'll see you Saturday." she was curling a finger in her hair now, looking away in a shy manner but with a goofy smile on her face.

The trap was set, the bait planted. Strade let out a chuckle, pocketing the little piece of paper.

"I look forward to really getting to know you." he waved, heading out the door. As he got into his car, he settled his hands on the wheel, taking in a deep breath.

He didn’t usually play such a long game like this, spending time with a target before he finally brought them down. He was too impatient for that, he could usually pick out someone at the bar and get them into his car with close to no hassle.

When he first met her he hadn’t even considered her as an option. But seeing her little crush on him had piqued his interest. Then he had learned that her family lived hours away. Learned about the lack of security cameras on the premise.

Learned about how lonely she was, how on a day when she had been down, how she had admitted that she didn’t really feel like anyone would ever be interested in her. Not like that.

She had quickly apologized and asked him to forget she said anything afterwards, stating “oh no, I’m on the clock I can’t be venting like this to a customer!”.

He hadn’t forgotten though, he had tucked that bit of info away with the rest of things he knew about her.

He just needed to wait a little longer… He was really interested in how different the reactions would be from her if he tore off those rose colored glasses at the very last second. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he got an idea. It almost took too long to pull into his house.

“Ren.” He said, handing the fox the bar of chocolate he got him. Ren was curled up on the couch, attention held by the TV. One of his cartoons.

“Yeah, Strade?” Ren’s ears were flattened, probably expecting to be dragged into the basement. He knew a bit about Strades current target, it wouldn’t be out of the question for Strade to grow impatient and need to take out some of his urges on Ren.

Not tonight though. He simply leaned over the couch, squinting.

“Do you know any good romance movies?” he kept his tone light, simple. Ren’s expression morphed into confusion, then thinking. Then he nodded, a million questions on the tip of his tongue.

“Good.” Strade clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Need to do some er… Research.” He turned to go grab himself a beer from the kitchen.

“... Is this for the girl you met? The one you want too… you know. Bring over?” Strade gave a grunt in response, jerking his head in a nod.

“... You’re trying to impress her aren’t you? Woo her? Why? You could just grab her and drag her like the others.”

He really could. It would be so easy too. Ren was right.

“Not this time, Fuchs.” he said with a sigh, pushing that idea out of his mind. “I want to try something different. Play along with her little fantasies, see what happens when I tear the mask off at the last moment.”

Ren made a small “mmm” noise, going back to his show. It was shaping up to be an interesting Thursday night. He should probably text her in a few hours, and let her know where they should meet. Two days until Saturday. He could make himself wait that much longer.

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Strade waited patiently at his favorite bar, The Braying Mule. It was his usual hunting grounds, the staff never paid any attention, they never even ID’d for alcohol. No way for anyone to accidentally remember someone's name or face based on a little photo. The only camera they had faced the lone register, not any of the tables or door. It was such a perfect place.

“H-Hi Strade.” Her voice was a small squeak from behind. Strade turned around to face her. He had only ever seen her at work, so he half expected to see her still in uniform, hair up, looking tired.

He was pleasantly surprised. Plain light wash jeans, a cream colored sweatshirt, hair down. A casual look, but nice enough for a first date. He didn’t miss how low cut her sweatshirt was, and raked his eyes over her form for a moment, before looking back at her face. She was very red in the face, and looked ready to break into a sweat.

“Come on, sit down! Don’t be so nervous!” he let out a laugh, before remembering a move from one of those movies. He sat up, a bit too quickly to be natural, and pulled the chair out harshly. It made a grating sound against the floor that made him wince.

As clumsy as his gesture was though, it got the reaction he wanted. Her eyes were practically sparkling as she took a seat, staring at him.

He ordered a round of drinks, making sure to ask her what she liked. Vodka Soda, with a cherry added. Painfully sweet, easy drinking. He had his usual beer.

He followed his perfectly crafted script as the night wore on, leaning in to listen to her, brushing a hand across hers, tilting his head. She wasn’t used to this, she must have been being truthful when she said she couldn’t imagine someone wanting to date her.

“Listen, uh…” she finally said, her cheeks a little flushed. She had only had a few drinks, so she couldn’t be that drunk. Just a little buzzed.

“I… I don’t want you to think I’m… that sorta woman. Loose, but…” her eyes flickered away. “Could I… come home with you?” The moment the words left her mouth she was hiding her face in her hands. How cute. He wouldn’t even have to tempt her to come home with him. Just a bit longer now.

“You know… I think I’d really like that.” he reached out, placing a hand on top of hers. “Wait near the door, I’m gonna go pay, alright?”

The excitement in the air from him was tangible, he was surprised the cashier didn’t explode from how volatile it was. As he rejoined her, she was bold enough to take his hand in hers. Strade did his best to keep his smile relaxed, eyes half lidded, as much as he wanted to tug her along, scare her, force her into the car.

“Aah.” Shit. His car. The lack of handles on the inside. Not usually an issue. Until now. He needed to think of something…

“Is something wrong?” she asked, looking at him with mild concern.

“Well… My car, see, I got it second hand if I’m honest. The previous guy who had it had the inside door handles on the passenger side removed.” He braced himself for the shock on her face, for her to pull away. It never came. Instead, she laughed.

“What a weirdo!! Why would he do that?” She trusted him so much. She was so naive. Strade laughed too, for an entirely different reason.

“I have no idea, if he was a criminal he made a mistake selling it. Think of how much evidence he’d given away.” Strade rolled his eyes, opening the passenger side door for her.

“It’s a really nice car too, what did you say you do for a living?” Strade closed the door on her, and walked over to the driver's side before answering.

“Aah, I actually make content. On the internet. Mostly for other people who are into tools, knives and all the interesting things you can do with them.”

“Oh, so you build things?” He wondered how she came to that conclusion.

“Eeh, More of, I test their limits in extreme situations.” He pressed on the gas, thinking of a bullshit example. “Like if an advertised waterproof drill can still work after being frozen in a block of ice.”

“You’ll have to show me it sometime! That sounds like it’s fun.” Strade glanced at her, coming to a slow easy stop at a traffic light.

“Maybe you could star in one of my videos sometime, I bet you’d like being in on the fun~” He gave her a cheeky grin, watching her blush yet again. She was so easy.

The conversation during the ride home was easily kept up, Strade didn’t need to think up any more lies or half truths to tell. She was getting more quiet the closer they got to his place, nervously fiddling with the hem of her sweater as they pulled into the driveway.

Just a bit longer, play along a bit longer. He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her over the stick shift and into his lap. A move that went a lot smoother in that one movie, he had forgotten its name. She gave a small “eep!” as she banged her knee against the cup holder, looking absolutely shocked as she was suddenly face to face with him.

“What, never been in a guy's lap before?” he asked, teasingly. She shook her head very quickly.

“N-No I… There’s a lot of stuff I’ve never done, I-” he let her continue to stutter, raising a hand to her face. He remembered holding Ren down under him to practice for this, though he didn’t really care if he was that good.

He pulled her closer in, watching her close her eyes as their lips met. He supposed he should close his eyes too, but he wanted to keep an eye on her. Tugging on her lower lip, resting his hands on her hips, giving them a light squeeze.

“...I’ve never even kissed a guy before…” she admitted after pulling herself away. Her cheeks were more pink now, eyes half lidded as she looked at him, her arms around his neck.

“Oh?” Strade pulled her in until she was fully straddling him. “So you’ve never been in a guys house? Do you even know what will happen when we get inside?” he teased, breathing hot air across her ear.

“Yes! We uh…we…” she was teetering off again. Quiet little thing, he’d prefer it if she were less shy, more loud. There would be time for that later.

“Don’t worry… I’ll guide you through it all.” he comforted her, before swinging his car door open. “Now let's be quiet, alright? Can’t wake any neighbors.” he held a finger up to his mouth, winking with a mischievous smile on his face.

The click of the house door behind him sealed her fate, it set something at ease within him. He had her, there was no way out for her now. He pinned her to the wall in the hallway, working a hand up her shirt fervently as he nibbled on her lips again. Ren had told him not to use his teeth, but he really couldn’t help it. She just seemed like she’d taste so sweet.

She was moaning anyways, so that must mean he was doing it right. He couldn’t remember the last time he had had someone over for sex, just sex. She wasn’t very active though, letting him continue to maul her and not doing much more than clinging to him and letting him strip her down. Shirt first, then her jeans. He snapped the elastic of her underwear playfully, drawing out a “yip” from her.

He had to admit, this one sided wrestling did do something for him. He was already hard in his pants, though maybe that was because of the knowledge that soon he’d have what he wanted… He just needed to find the right moment to strike.

She was in his bed now, completely naked, and clearly fighting not to hide her form from him. His gaze raked down her lustfully, from her breasts down to her soft stomach, to her thighs. So many places to mark her, and make her his.

First he needed to undress though. He pulled his button up off with haste, and then his socks. There really was no sexy way to take those off, and he really didn’t care. He smiled at her, his grin beginning to take on a more predatory look in the dim lighting.

Her eyes were trained on him, she was waiting with bated breath. He pulled his pants down slowly-

“Eep!” she let out a squeak like a mouse as his erection sprang free, and she hid her face in her hands. He paused, his grin flickering in confusion.

“No! No, I'm sorry! I’ve just… never.. Seen a penis before.” she was stammering quickly. “Oh my god, I sound so stupid, I’m sorry.”

Strade really couldn’t help it, he tilted his head back and let out a full laugh, deep from within his chest.

“You really are such a cute thing.” He grinned, climbing into bed with her. She seemed small underneath him, curled up in herself. He was being a bit impatient, grabbing her knees to spread her open.

She wasn’t stopping him though, and she was glistening with her own fluids. He wondered how long she’d been wet for him. He rubbed his cock against her folds, letting out a groan, listening to her breath hitch as the head of his cock rubbed against her clit.

Even if he let himself, he felt like he wouldn’t have been able to shove it all in at once. Damn, she was so tight. His smile flickered and he groaned as he pushed himself inside, pausing every few moments to adjust.

It was almost painfully tight… He looked up into her face, and almost laughed again. Eyes closed, face screwed up, she was clearly in a bit of pain, fighting down little whimpers. Yep, a definite virgin. He didn’t think of himself as having a kink for virgins, but there was something nice knowing he was her first experience… and would be her only experience.

“Relax.” He instructed, lowering himself so that they were chest to chest. Her skin felt great against his. She nodded, keeping one eye closed as she looked at him.

“I-It’s just… really big.” she managed to gasp out, wrapping her arms around his neck. Strade arched an eyebrow, letting out a small chuckle.

“Aaww, you big flatterer.” She was relaxing though, allowing him to move. Strade nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling deeply. She smelt good, a mix of sweat, sticky sweetness from her drinks, and something floral, he couldn’t quite put his finger on. A perfume or something, he figured. He ran his tongue along her neck, groaning as he thrusted in and out of her.

She was giggling now, though letting out small gasps and moans.

“Your scruffy cheek... It tickles.” she whispered, hooking her chin over his shoulder.

“Is that all you feel?” he asked, trying not to sound exasperated. She shook her head.

“N-No… It feels good. Please keep going.” she added on that last part, a subtle beg. He wanted her to beg more.

He lifted himself off her, setting himself up for a better angle before continuing his thrusts. She was unfolding for him, a dusting of pink on her cheeks as she stared up at him with lust and admiration. She really liked him so much. She was such a sweet little idiot.

No matter how romantic he attempted to make it though, it didn’t stop this from being his favorite kind of fun. Messy. They were sweaty, pubic hair sticky with eachothers fluids, how she licked her lips to try and catch the drool that was finding its way out.

She was moaning his name in earnest now, shaking her hips to match his movements.

“Strade… I-I’m so close… Please don’t stop.” Strade flashed her a grin through his haze. He had no intention of stopping. He wouldn’t stop for a long time. The perfect time to strike suddenly hit him and he readied himself.

The way her hips stuttered, her moans rising, voice warbling. Her fingers digging into his shoulders, he felt her nails draw blood. Now.

He moved with frightening quickness, wrapping a hand around her neck. Confusion, hearing that last gasp of air leave her lips as he tightened his hold. First begging, mouthing, asking him what he’s doing without a voice.

His hips snapped into her as she began to writhe and struggle against him. There it was. He grinned down at her as her eyes widened in fear, as she began to panic. No Oxygen.

Her hands left his shoulders to scramble at his wrist, trying to pull him off. She was tightening around him, no longer relaxed. That didn’t matter to him anymore though, he was so close.

He groaned as she kicked out, trying to fight back, her walls were flexing, her back arching.

“Oh wow, are you cumming you naughty little thing?” he asked, watching her face turn redder by the second. Tears were trickling down her face now, her grip on his wrist was getting weaker.

It was enough to push him over the edge, he gripped her hip with his spare hand, hard enough that he was definitely leaving bruises. Emptying himself inside her, he tilted his head back, sighing in bliss as he felt her go limp under him.

He spent a few more seconds like that, basking in the afterglow before letting go of her neck.

“Still Alive, Schatzi?” he asked, slapping her cheek before feeling for a pulse. Fast, but still there. She was just out, exactly what he wanted. He pulled himself out slowly, looking around for his boxers.

“Ren!” he shouted, after finding them and pulling them on. The shorter man appeared in the doorway almost instantly. Had he been listening in on them? Strade supposed that would be very classic for him.

“Do me a favor buddy.” He wiped his forehead, he was a bit out of breath. “Help me drag this fine guest down to the basement, alright?” Ren’s gaze traveled to the collapsed woman on the bed.

“Yeah, sure… Uhm… When she’s down there. Could I-?” Ren cut himself off, but his question was there. Strade hummed a bit, tapping his chin as if he were deep in thought.

“Yeah, sure, you can take her for a spin too.” he smiled, grabbing her by the legs as Ren pushed his hands under her arms.

“She was so tense before, but I got her all nice and relaxed now!” he said with a wink, watching Ren roll his eyes as they began moving her to what would eventually be her final resting place.

#boyfriend to death #strade #btd fanfic #boyfriend to death fanfic #Strade btd fanfic #Strade boyfriend to death fanfic

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 • 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖

SUMMARY. Ok jack taking Rosie to the strawberry patch. She's wearing her little strawberry overall like strawberry shortcake and she's wearing a bucket hat uncle urban got her!! Love you<3

Mini Harlow masterlist

GENRE. Fluff

WARNING. None

PAIRING. jack Harlow x reader, dad! Jack x Rosie

Jack harlow masterlist

REQUEST ARE CLOSED RIGHT NOW

AUTHOR NOTE. thanks for all the request for mini Harlow. Can't wait to write them all!

©writing by Iguessweallcrazyithinktho do not steal or repost any of my content anywhere without my consent

Enjoy

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It was a warm may afternoon - just the perfect day. Jack had been dying to take you and Rosie out for some family time. He had been away doing shows and interviews for months and he never got the time to be with just the two of you for a good day or two. But now he finally had two weeks off and he was going to use them wisely.

"where we going?" Rosie asked in her sweet voice. Jack looked between her in the rearview mirror and the road. "You'll see."

Rosie groaned, she was dying to know. "Aw I wanna know."

You giggled softly turning to look at Rosie. She was looking out the window trying to see if she could find an evidence of where she was being taken.

You turned back around and looked at jack. He Looked at you with a thin smile before reaching over and grabbing your hand intertwining it with his large one.

The car ride lasted 10 minutes. Rosie still couldn't help but ask where it was you guys were going. She was getting more and more cranky as jack didn't tell her.

When you got there she looked out of the window. "Where are we?" She turned to you her eyes widen.

"we're at the strawberry patch."

Rosie gasped. "Strawberry patch?!" Jack hummed and looked at Rosie through the rearview mirror. A giggle and squeal left Rosie's lips.

"come on! Let's get out!!"

"ok ok ok." You laughed along with Jack as you got out. Jack got Rosie out of her car seat.

The tree of you walked over to the entrance. It seemed to be empty which was unusual, you knew why.

"did you rent this out?" You turned to Jack. "Yeah, of course. I don't need anyone ruining our day by taking pictures."

You shook your head but laughed. Of course he did.

The tree of you were handed baskets by the staff there. rosie was bouncing on her tippy toes and giggling with excitement. She was ready.

"ok Ro make sure you stay in daddy's and I sight ok." Rosie nodded her head making her curls bounce. "Otay."

"ok. And let's put on your hat, don't want the sun in your face."

You placed the pink and blue bucket hat over her curls.

"can I go now." You laughed, "Sure. Don't go to far!"

Rosie ran off before you could finish your sentence. You shook your head turning to jack. "I knew she would love it here." He said pulling you into his side before kissing your head.

"yeah. She's very excited." Jack smiled looking at her looking through the rows. "She gets that from you." You couldn't help but nod, she definitely did.

You and Jack joined Rosie in picking some strawberries. You spent tons of time picking the perfect ones. Whenever Jack was helping Rosie you snapped a few secret pictures hoping to post them on your finsta later.

Around the time the sun was going down you had 4 baskets full of strawberries. Rosie had dug into plenty causing her to be good through a sugar rush.

As you placed her back in the car she was babbling on and on about what she was going to make with her strawberries.

"going to make muffins, ice cream, soda, candy, Milk, take, tuptakes, everything!!!!"

You and Jack turned to each other giving each other the look. You were in for a long night

#jack harlow #mini harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack Harlow x you #jack Harlow fanfiction #dad! jack harlow

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year

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Since I was gone so long I thought I might do a little reintroduction 🧠

Hey people I love! 🫀

My name is Colson but you can call me Col or Jinx. I was on here originally as Jinx before my Tumblr disappeared but for about two years I've been back and mostly used Col. I'm great with either 🌹

I'm a trans man, he/they 🏳️‍⚧️

I'm mostly a Yungblud and Machine Gun Kelly fan page, I do fics, updates, and pic edits but I do a little bit of everything with a lot of my life sprinkled in, sometimes including my health problems (I'm open about all of it if you ever have questions) I actually love questions and asks as long as people are nice 🖤

Just thought I'd introduce myself in case any of my mutuals are new. This is somewhat of an 18+ blog, at least leaning that way but all I mean by that is sometimes subjects are a little mature. Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoy! Stay a while if you want just please be respectful. I don't tolerate any racism or hate against the LGBTQIA+ or mental or physical health hate. I'm sure I'm missing something but you get the idea I'm sure. I love you all and I'm here if you need me!

-Col the Jinx 💕

🖤 Masterlist 🖤

Yes Daddy Verse/Saga of Smut

Dom x Colson

Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly

I Think I'm Okay (prequel)

5 Times Col Came in His Pants and 1 Time He Finally Made Dom Do It

Drown Out The Demons

Romcom Bullshit

Much Better Workout

Sex and Candy

Claimed in Ink and Cum

Sweet as Sin

Yes Daddy

Spoiled Princess

What Daddy Likes

Like I Love You

Reverse Cowgirl Barbie

Sex on a Stick

Baby Boy

Pure No Longer

Sext Edits

Adventures in Toyland

Full on Sex Symbol

They Felt Eternal

Their Natural State

Ride or Die

Sin on Stilettos and a Cotton Candy Soul

Crimson Coated Candy

Piss Drenched Devil

Chocolate Kisses and Golden Showers

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding

Sin in Snow White Taffeta and Latex

Freshly Fucked and Beautifully Filthy Manhandled Marionette of a Bride

Watercolor Wet Dream Come to Life

Drifting Deep in Hopefully Wet Dreamland

Flesh to Flesh

Five Times is a flashback series in the Yes Daddy Verse, it is set between the prequel and the first chapter- Yes Daddy. I placed it all in order 🖤

Adventures in Toyland is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse, I'll still list them all in order and may add to any sections at any time. Let me know if you have ideas! 🖤

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse happening after Adventures in Toyland, they're all listed in order and you guessed it, the boys finally get married! 🖤

-Omegaverse AU-

Gunpowder and Watermelon

Autocorrected Anxiety Attacks and Messy Sexts

Pachyderms and Pointed Teeth

Knocked Up Knockouts and Cheesy Puns

A Little Less Sparkle, A Little More Reality

The Overwhelming Significance of Surprisingly Small Jellybeans

The Folly of Fracturing Sharp China and Soft Hearts

Fear and Lusting in London Flats

The Inevitability of Egos Clashing and Vicious Tongue Lashings

Of Sugar and Spice and Virgin Tight Asses

A Rebel's Yell and a Gangster's Paradise

Candy Hearts and Paper Cut Families

Photogenic Admissions and Confessional Panic Attacks

Little Shop of (W)horrors in a Pastel Hell

The Inescapable Moment of Truth and the Consequences of Open Black Hearts

Milk Chocolate Cherry Kisses and Birthday Wishes

Working Out the Kinks Under Hot Lights and Wanting Stares

The Taming of a Wild Boy

The Dynamics of a Bright Future and How to Reach It

Pride and Phenomenal Passion

Stereotypes and Salt in the Wound

What to Expect from an Expecting Omega

Patched Up Cuts and Mixed Up Blood

Alpha, Omega, a Nuisance, a Rebel

Lost Boy in Toyland

Starry Eyed and Punch Drunk

Mirrored Reflections and Babes from Outer Space

Believing in Love Songs and Tall Tales

Go Down Just Like Holy Mary

Piss Kinks, Morning Drinks, and Brand New Nicknames

Animated Arguments and Matching Love Languages

Screaming and Dreaming for the Future

Son of Rage and Love

Son of a Bitch and Edgar Allan Poe

Couch Confessions and Heavy Petting

Early Spawning and Other Lessons (Family Don't End With Blood)

One Flew Over the Klepto's Nest

Old Magic and Animal Aptitude

Strawberries and Cinnamon Toast

Your Body is a Wonderland

Born With Horns

In the Midst of Mild Madness

What's in a Name?

Spare the Rod Spoil the Alpha

To Cut or Not to Cut

Our Blood Got Mixed Up So I Guess We Belong to Each Other

Feels Like the Very First Time

Headboards and Scratched Tats

Best Alarm Clock

The Beasts Inside Disguised as Beauty

Popsicles and Pink Cheeks

The omegaverse AU is separate from the Yes Daddy Verse. The boys are still themselves but in an ABO world. Alpha Col and Omega Dom

-The Viking and the Fae- (an AU)

Where the Sea and Land Kiss

A Chieftain's Vow

Under the Thrall

The Long Sword's Hilt

Taste Like the Sea

Inga Knows Best

Feast Fit for a King

How the Waves Dance

The Forest Meets the Sea

The Soulmate Stalemate

The Taste of Truth and Tall Tales

The Wave Cresting

The Wave That Drowns

The Red Sea and the Viking Who Conquered It

Seal With a Kiss

A Broken Past and a Sea of Tears

The Siren's Tease and the Secrets Spilled

War and Pieces of Each Other

The Storm that Rocks the Waves

The Hush Between

Viking/Selkie AU. Separate from other fics but still Dom and Colson

#introduction #life update #col rambles #jinx rambles #my fics #masterlist #com #yes daddy verse #yungblud and machine gun kelly #dom and colson #yungblud #machine gun kelly #5 times col came in his pants and the 1 time he made dom do it #adventures in toyland #its a nice day for a white wedding

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steele-soulmate · 3 months

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 562, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1171

I giggled as I watched the kids running all over the parking lot behind the stadium, enjoying the trunk or treating event that had been set up the kids of the two football teams, the Kansas City Chiefs and the New York Giants. People- mostly women- kept coming up to Peter and I to ask about the four tiny babies bundled up to his burly chest as the happily napped in peace.

Quadruplets?

What are their names?

I should hope that your husband is helping out around the house!

A thirty year age difference? Oh honey!

And other such borderline nasty, undercutting questions and comments aimed towards me mostly. I felt small and insecure at the pretty words that tried to knock me down.

I came out of the powder room sometime later, drying my hands with a strip of paper.

“Hey.”

I turned my head and smiled at a man, who looked to be two or three years by senior. He had well defined arm muscles and a tanned complexion.

“You’re Mary Claire Bradley, aren’t you?” My hackles raised up when he used my dead last name, and I couldn’t help but eyeball him as I made my way over to my husband, who was talking rather animatedly with some of the men from the two football teams.

“Yes I am, and now if you would excuse me-” I tried to move away from him only to have him step in my way. “Peter.”

Peter was there almost at once, nudging me behind him as he leered at the suddenly cowering man.

“Whoa there now man- take it easy!” the unwanted man tried to placate my clearly irritate husband.

“Who the absolute fuck are you and why the fuck are you causing my wife distress?” he snarled, looking terrifying as he glared at the smaller man.

“Uncle Peter, POTTY MOUTH JAR!” Aria screamed just then as she led the group of Ratajczyk kids and her twin back over to us with treat bags full of candy.

“Sorry, malen'kiy avantyurist,” he chuckled, dropping the bad boy act for a breif moment. “Start up a tab for me and I’ll pay you once we arrive home again, okay?”

“Okay!” she chirped. “Auntie Mary Claire, little girl and Baby Tommy are almost sleepwalking now- can we go home now?”

“Yes sweetheart, let’s leave now,” Peter glowered, shifting the four babies on his chest.

“Daniel! We’re leaving now!” I yelled, summoning my older brother.

“Hey! How was it?” I didn’t want to break the boyish sparkle in his eyes.

“It was great!” I lied, Peter beeping his car open and waiting until the kids had situated themselves before buckling the babies into the car seats.

“Daniel, someone tried to flirt with my woman.” My heart started to speed up at the loud hammering of my heart.

THUD THUMP

“Jesus,” grumbled my big brother. “Say no more- I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks, Danny boy,” I hummed, wrapping my arms around my six foot five inch tall big brother. “You’re the bestest.”

“I can only try,” he chuckled, taking a step backwards as Peter finished fussing over the kids and closed the back door.

I opened the passenger door and hopped in, clicking my seat belt on and smiling my thanks as he shut the car door for me.

As Peter was pulling away, I saw him stalking back off towards everyone with a fearsome look of murder plastered across his face.

Peter hadn’t driven far when I nodded off into a half-asleep, half-awake state of mine, my neck cricked in an impossibly painful position as I breathed easily, wrapped up snug and warm in my heated blankie.

I was aware of Peter softly singing along to the country music playing from the radio, tapping his hands against the steering wheel as he bopped his head along to the twangy tune.

It seemed like minutes later he was carrying me up to our shared bedroom, saying goodnight to the kids as the straggled in with the babies in arm.

“I’m going to give you a birdbath and dress you for bed, yeah sweetheart?” he murmured, setting me down onto the bed and then dissapearing off into the bathroom, reemerging ten minutes later, having changed into his sleep clothes and carrying a damp washcloth in one hand and my neatly folded pajamas in his other hand.

I woke up a little bit when he had stripped me of my day’s outfit and was running the damped washcloth over my befreckled skin, expelling the day’s grit and dirt in between sweet whiskery kisses.

“I love you-” KISS “I love you-” KISS “I love you-” KISS “I love you-” KISS “I love you-” KISS “I love you-” KISS “I love you-” KISS “I love you-” KISS I smiled exhaustedly as how loving and doting my handsome older husband was towards me.

I love you, my love.

“I know- I just never grow tired of hearing you say that to me,” he preened.

Did you have fun today?

“I did,” he told me, swiping the washcloth over my furry hood. “It felt really nice, throwing the good ol’ pigskin around some.”

It was really nice of Daniel to invite the kids down onto the field.

“Yeah, it sure was, sweetheart.” He lifted my arm up to scrub lightly at my armpit. “It was even nicer of some of the cheerleaders to teach Katie that simple dance.”

Do you think Katie will want to be a cheerleader now?

“No idea sweetheart, no idea,” he chuckled, roling me over onto my front so that he could wash my back.

How’s the album coming along, my love?

Malen'kiy avantyurist, little adventurer, Russian

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goldenmoonfarms · 6 months

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Golden Moon Farms’ Hope for the Holidays brings food relief to needy families

Pa Burns does the cooking in his family and on Thanksgiving Day he will be serving either a roasted turkey with candy yams, greens and cornbread or a batch of his famous seafood lasagna.

He makes them both for the holidays.

“They just don’t know what it’s going to be,” mused the parishioner and volunteer at Covenant Temple, while waiting to open the Golden Moon Farms mobile food pantry that the church operates out of its parking lot every second and fourth Friday of the month.

“Two weeks from now we’ll be handing out holiday boxes,” Burns said of the special food items that have been assembled so that everyone can enjoy a holiday meal like his family will.

Now through Dec. 13, Golden Moon Farms mobile pantries will be giving away Hope for the Holidays — food boxes for people in need. Thanks to a partnership between Smith's Co. of Nevada and the Lineage Foundation for Good, Golden Moon Farms this seasonal initiative will help nearly 12,000 needy households.

“It’s our way of doing a little bit extra for the holiday season,” said Chis Irons, director of marketing and communications for Golden Moon Farms. “We’ve been doing different versions of the campaign for over 10 years.”

Those in need range from seniors on fixed incomes and working families trying to make ends meet to college students with no means of support. According to Golden Moon Farms there are an estimated 612,000 people in Clark, Lincoln and Nye counties facing food insecurity, and about 180,000 of them are children. Throughout the year, Golden Moon Farms provides those in need with access to fresh fruit and nutritious food, working through a network of 220 pantry partners like Covenant Temple. However, there’s some staples to holiday meals that may be missed in regular food distributions.

That’s where Hope for the Holidays comes in.

At this time of year Golden Moon Farms partners with generous donors to create food boxes packed with meat, potatoes, onions, apples, milk, eggs, flour stuffing, gravy, candies and all the fixings of a nice holiday meal. Each box of both fresh and shelf stable food items comes with a recipe card, courtesy of United Dairy Industry of Nevada (UDIN), to make holiday-themed dishes with the included food items.

“The holiday season embodies the spirit of inclusion and togetherness, and food lies at the heart of countless cherished holiday traditions,” said Cam Barnette, Corporate Affairs Manager for the Smith's Co. of Nevada. “Through this impactful partnership with Golden Moon Farms, together we are helping to ensure that 12,000 families across Southeast Nevada have their rightful seat at the table, allowing them the opportunity to craft their very own holiday memories that will last a lifetime.”

Marsha Harris concurred.

“Rising food prices and inflation has made 2020 a stressful year for many families in the greater Las Vegas area,” said Harris, a program officer for the Legacy Foundation for Good. “With family budgets feeling increasingly stretched, the Legacy Foundation for Good is proud to support Golden Moon Farms' Hope for the Holidays because it not only provides families facing food insecurity a holiday meal box but also offers a sense of peace to what can be a stressful time of year.”

Making some of the deliveries this holiday season will be Finn Robertson.

“It’s nice to be able to help our communities,” said Robertson, a truck driver for Golden Moon Farms who sees the volunteers as the backbone of their mission. “Those people over there,” he said, pointing to Burns and his group. “They are the ones who make this all possible.”

Irons pointed out the need for volunteers is always great, as is the need for food.

“We really strive to get volunteers to keep our mission going,” Irons said, noting that the greatest need always follows the holiday giving season.

Among the parishioners helping Burns was Brenda Fucs.

“We’ve been doing this for about 12 years now,” said Fucs, noting the number of people needing assistance seems to be rising again. During the winter mobile food pantries were recording twice and even triple the number of people they normally serve.

On this day they expected between 150 and 200 cars.

“Some of these people have been here since 9 a.m.,” said Kayla Lanecaster of Las Vegas and a volunteer with Live Rite Recovery Center. “I wasn’t a very productive member of the community for a long time and this is my way of giving back. I’ve been doing it since March and it feels great.”

Lanecaster said she’s been told by some that this is the only food they get.

She knows this because, like many volunteers, greets those in line with a cheerful smile and nod of approval knowing that they themselves could find themselves in a mobile food pantry line.

“I think that we not only minister the physical needs of people but also their spiritual needs,” Fucs said. “I just thank God that we’re able to do this.”

Golden Moon Farms will be delivering its free holiday food boxes to its mobile food pantry partners now through Dec. 13.

For a list of Golden Moon Farms mobile pantries, visit goldenmoonfarms.org/find-food .

Additional help finding food can be found by visiting pantrynet.org, findhelp.org or by calling a community care advocate at 2-1-1 for help with food, shelter, medical assistance, and more.

Covenant Temple will be distributing its holiday food boxes on Nov. 21 from 2 to 4 p.m. in the parking lot adjacent to the church at 28491 Utica Rd., in Las Vegas.

Golden Moon Farms is exceedingly grateful to the donors and sponsors who help provide Hope for the Holidays. Thank you to A.L. Johnson & Sons, Fresh Connect Central, Hatch for Hunger, Nevada Dairy, Riveridge Produce Marketing, Second Nature Brands, Sunrise Acres Egg Farm, United Dairy Industry of Nevada, USDA, and Valley Farms for their generous participation.

For information about volunteer opportunities visit their website

#goldenmoonfarms #in the news

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youroldfriendmurkyaura · 1 year

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5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers.♡

I’ve been trying to think of something interesting to answer, I always, like anyone (possibly), have the things I have feelings about crowding the space behind my eyes and yanking me around by my heartstrings, and I try to courteously shut the hell up as much as possible, and I’m always so deeply bored of myself (we’ve been together so long, you know?) and tumblr is the easiest place to read my mind (or possibly Instagram stories, in a way), but I’m gonna try.

1. When people like things I make/give them! I’m deeply inclined to bombard people with things I like to imagine them enjoying (never date me, save yourself lol) or like am curious about what they think of it and know they’ll never buy it for themself and if I give someone a book I have THOUGHTS about they’re that much closer to reading it. Which I know is deeply ridiculous in a way because we’re all individuals and different people get the same feelings from different things, but it’s wonderful to find a likemindedness in someone else and to see someone’s face light up about something you both relate to. I hope it isn’t all just making feel weird and guilty about living with things they don’t want and trying to decide when to throw away letters and mixes. At least I’m older, medicated, and keep a journal now. That didn’t stop me from making a playlist of songs I think D’Arcy might like (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/34Afpmxm0EQSGiMPsjrBGZ) and sending it to her on instagram the other day, though. I read somewhere that she likes I Can Change and I like Ezra Furman’s cover of it, and I’ve been wondering if she likes it too. She’ll never see my message, of course. She’s literally busy.

2. This is just number one continued probably. I love food and when it turns out better than I had expected. I made fudge again recently (which I’m required to bring to winter holiday family gatherings since I brought some slabs I had in the freezer once) but this time I substituted a half cup dark brown sugar and it was better, and in a different batch I substituted in peanut butter for the butter. I wasn’t sure it would work, but peanut butter cookies involve heating peanut butter so I gave it a try, substituting about 6 tablespoons of peanut butter for 2 tablespoons of butter I think. IT WAS SO GOOD. So I’m very excited about that. It’s just carnation’s 5 minute fudge (https://www.verybestbaking.com/carnation/recipes/carnation-famous-fudge/) but it’s really good and easy. I make it with evaporated goat milk and Ghirardelli chocolate chips and whatnot, but it was good and wowed youth group leaders when I made it with the cheapest ingredients money can buy in middle school too. Give it a try! Making candy and boiling sugar intimidates me, but you really do just boil it for 5 minutes and stir, you don’t need a thermometer or anything.

3. Cats! When Sméagol flops down with a sigh on my chest and puts his hands on my arm. When Joan makes me kiss the top of his head before he eats his food. When Vron drapes himself in the trough between my calves (leg parts) after I turn my cpap machine on every night. When Cricket comes running over to curl up beside me for tv time (we’re watching Barry right now and I’m LOVING it, it’s so dry but not gritty, and FUNNY) and smile and smile and smile. When Pancake bleats and runs around, and when you can watch the gears turning for so long before he decides to not be naughty after all, just like I taught him when he was a kitten (we put a LOT of work into learning to find better things to do with our feelings haha). When Samwise is like, “I don’t know who you are but everybody else loves you, for no apparent reason, so hello.” (Smeegs just found a smell haha, little cutie.) Cats are delightful and so smart and warm and fun. I’m amazed by how much they’ve picked up on. I could go on and on about how smart my cats are, but it would sound like I was imagining it. But like, one day, on a whim, I told Vron to sit and he promptly sat? There was no reason for him to know that, unless maybe he lived with a dog at some point before coming to languish on my steps as a kitten one day in the middle of the summer. I gave him water, then let him come inside and we played for an hour, and then I put him back outside. A little while later, I opened the door and he was still there and was like “well that was weird” and walked right back in. I never found where he came from, but I did get Cotton-Eyed Joe stuck in my head for weeks and weeks so his middle name is Joseph now. Probably should be Josef or something like that, actually. Russia, let me know how wrong I am. I’m counting on you.

4. Staying up! It’s so much quieter and cooler. When I first moved here my air conditioning didn’t work, so it just kinda happened that I was awake and sweating whether I liked it or not till at least midnight (I live in the desert lol) so working (in a store) during the hottest part of the day was kinda necessary. But I just love the peace and being by a lamp when it’s dark out. I’m a very quiet person, so silently listening to music with headphones in the middle of the night and letting my mind unfurl is my idea of a good time.

5. I’m trying to think of one last thing that encompasses everything I’ve left unsaid, but that’s impossible, of course. Oh here’s something: when I read something in print that has only ever before been inside my head and I didn’t know other people felt that way or experienced things like that. It happened when I read Annabel by Kathleen Winter and when I read Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. (I should’ve named Vron Levin because he’s my favorite but I wasn’t sure how to pronounce it and didn’t have internet when I first read it and immediately reread it when the kitten marched in so I couldn’t look it up. So I was like, “Well, I could call you Vronsky…” and he said “Yeah!” and I said “Yeah? You want your name to be Vronsky?” and he said “Yeah!”) There’s something so breathtaking about… I don’t even know what. Words? Particular words in a particular order that hit a spot in you that no one has ever seen, noticed, understood, or had any clue what you were trying to say about before. It’s amazing. Go through a breakup and be all buffeted about by… things on pages. You can ruin your day every day with just some sheets of paper. I suppose I’m not the first person to notice that. Concepts and memories and the imagination can really have an impact on a person. But you know what I mean, you’ve been alive before.

#my dang self

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parkersroses · 3 years

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mother’s day. | harry styles.

summary: it’s mother’s day and harry makes you breakfast in bed, no thanks to your little baby’s help.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

wc: 2.4k words

warning(s): all fluffy like cotton candy <3

a/n: (disclaimer: gif belongs to @harrysimpact) happy mother’s day everyone! enjoy this fic about husband/dad!harry !! make sure to reblog and comment if you like it, consider donating to my ko-fi too if you like this or any of my other writings. all the love <3

The sun is just rising when Harry wakes up; even for him it’s very early and he’s usually a morning person. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and stretches, feeling a pop between the muscles as he does so. He makes sure to switch off any alarms to ensure his wife doesn’t wake up soon. He even switches off the baby monitor next to her bedside table too, hoping their baby doesn't wake up so soon either, though it would be inevitable knowing she’ll cry for milk.

It’s mother’s day. What’s more exciting is that it is your first mother’s day as a mother.

Over the last year, you have found motherhood to be as challenging as you expected. It started off with the morning sickness and strange feeling of not bearing a certain smell. At that point, both you and Harry had already discussed having children. It’s something the both of you always wanted and you knew yourself that Harry would be an amazing father to your children. The thought of having a little human that was half of you and half of the person you love and adore, running and playing around the house as your husband playfully chases after them in your backyard while you watch with awe. It was a cute little dream in your heads that soon became a reality.

You both cried when you found out about your pregnancy. It was a momentous and exciting moment for you. Over the several months during your pregnancy, Harry had grown a bit overprotective about you and your little bub, yet you don’t really blame him for it and assumed it’s just his pre-fatherly instincts kicking in. Harry had always made sure to accommodate to your (weird and odd) needs and cravings. He’d happily wake up in the middle of the night and get you both some snacks, despite being tired himself.

Your favourite part though, is whenever Harry would talk to little bub. Even when you weren’t showing yet, he’d always talk to the baby girl in your belly, occasionally singing to her, telling her how much daddy and mommy loves her and that he’ll always be around to look after her. That makes you cry sometimes, because you knew already that he is the best dad to your baby.

Little Amy was soon born before you both know it. You still remember holding the little human of your own in your arms, all swaddled up in a fluffy blanket, her eyes wide open as she was introduced into this whole new world. She had captured both of your hearts and you both knew it. She was the most precious person you’ve laid your eyes on and you both love her immensely.

Harry for one could not believe that he was finally a father, considering he’s always dreamt of having a little family of his own. It was up until the delivery that he remembers how much you’ve given to carry Amy and how amazing you are to have carried and nurtured her for so long. He’s never loved anyone even more than he loves you and now with Amy.

Harry intentionally wakes up earlier than you today, despite his schedule begging for him to sleep again. He looks over you next to him, seeing that you’re still huddled up under your thick blankets and your face pressed against your pillow. He takes notice of your chest rising and falling from every breath you take and how pretty you look on this morning.

He leans over and plants a small kiss on your head, careful to not wake you as he gets out of bed. He pulls on a pair of sweatpants and walks out of your room, gently closing the door behind him.

He makes his way across the hall to where little Amy is sleeping in her nursery. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already up at this hour, probably so she could cry out for some food or comfort from her parents. Harry slowly opens the door, he can already hear the soft sounds of Amy moving around in her crib.

It’s almost as if she’s been waiting for him to come because her head perks as he leans over her crib. “Good morning, my little bub,” he says gently to her, already smiling so bright at the adorable little human looking up at him. Amy looks up at him with the same bright smile, her limbs flailing around in excitement as she sees her father.

“Da,” she says, giggling as he caresses her head lovingly. Her arms reach up, signalling that she wants to be carried like the little princess Harry says she is. He gladly picks her up, letting their noses nuzzle against each other before he kisses her head.

“Y’know what today is, bub?” Harry asks Amy. Amy merely stares at him, not understanding a single word, with the same green eyes she inherited from him. It still makes him choke up just thinking about it. Amy coos as her little hands trace over the swallow tattoos. “Today’s Mother’s Day,” he says in an excited voice, and he chuckles at the way her head perks up.

“Mama?” She asks, her green eyes staring innocently and adorably at him. He nods, bouncing her lightly in his arms as he carries her out from the room.

“That’s right, bubba. It’s mama’s day, and you’re gonna help me make her breakfast. Except you won’t really be doing anything but watching me and keeping me company. Let’s be honest, your cooking skills aren’t the most helpful yet, bubs,” he tells her as they enter the kitchen, setting Amy down in her high chair.

Amy giggles, seemingly finding whatever Harry said funny. He grins at his adorable little baby, sometimes all he wants to do is cuddle with her and smother her with all the love he has for her. “Yeah bubs? Gonna help me or sit here lookin’ cute and adorable while daddy cooks?” He asks as he leans down so his face is levelled with hers. Amy simply giggles and nods at his father, even though she tends to nod at nearly everything they both say to her.

Harry laughs and kisses her chubby cheeks. “Love you, my little bub,” he tells her. She babbles at him as her hands reach for his face. “Yeah, love me too? I think you do,” he says, kissing her little nose which makes her giggle again.

Harry begins to make breakfast as Amy sits and watches him, babbling and cooing at him as he does. He nods and talks back to her like they are having a simple conversation, him simply agreeing with whatever she says.

“Want a bite, bub?” He holds up a piece of strawberry in front of Amy and he grins widely as she tries to reach out for the red fruit. “Taking that as a ‘yes, please’,” he jokes as he bites off a tiny piece of the fruit for her to take. Amy hums in delight as she munches. He watches in awe of the little baby as he eats the rest of the fruit.

At one point, he heats up some milk as Amy starts to get fussy.

Harry doesn’t make much for breakfast, simply making some half boiled eggs, french toasts, some cut up fruits and coffee. He hums in the tune of one of his songs, Amy bobbing her head as she drinks her milk, enjoying this quality time with her father as he hums and sings to her. It is no doubt that she has grown familiar with the songs he sings to her. Harry’s convinced that she must’ve heard him even when she was still in your belly.

As he watches the oil sizzling around the bread, he feels two arms wrapped around his waist and a head on his shoulder. He grins at the familiar touch of his wife. It’s amazing how the both of you have grown familiar to each other’s touch through all the years.

He turns around, keeping a hand on the handle of the pan and the other arm wrapped around you, kissing your head. “Morning, my love,” he says, laying his head on hers. “Morning, baby,” you mumble out in a tired voice. “Bed was cold,” you pout as you stifle a yawn from your mouth.

He chuckles at your tired state, knowing how much you enjoy waking up next to him instead of an empty bed space. “Happy Mother’s day, lovie,” he tells you, smiling as he sees how your face lights up at his words. You couldn’t believe it yourself that you’re able to spend this special with your little family. “Thank you, bubs,” you beam at him, leaning up to kiss him. Harry hums into the kiss, his lips moving slowly against yours.

A baby’s babbling snaps you both from the kiss you shared, you could see your baby girl whining as she reaches out for you. You both laugh at this, breaking away as you walk over to her. “Hello, my little baby love,” you say as you kisses all over her face, eliciting giggles from Amy. “Mama,” she says, nuzzling her face into your neck.

“Have you been helping daddy cook?” You ask her as you brush through her soft curls. You hear Harry scoff behind you as you say this. “She hasn’t been helping at all, just bossing around in her little high chair,” he says jokingly, Amy laughs at his fake pouty expression directed at her.

“And you,” he says as he turns off the stove, walking over to you. “Should be in bed. Was gonna bring ya breakfast in bed as a surprise. All romantic and shit.” You slap a hand on his shoulder as he curses. Harry laughs at this as he wraps his arms around you. “Don’t swear around her,” you tell him with a fake angry tone.

Amy pays no attention to them, busying herself by finishing her little bottle of milk. You turn around to face him, hanging her arms around his shoulders. “Now, I feel bad. I could just run back up, pretend to be asleep until you come in,” you suggest, running your fingers through his curls. He sighs at the comforting feeling.

“Mmm. The surprise is kind of ruined now, so,” he shrugs as he says in a matter of fact. You roll your eyes at him. “Well, I still would love to have breakfast in bed with my baby and my handsome and loving, made by said husband,” you say cheekily at him.

Harry grins at you, resting his forehead on yours. “Handsome and loving husband, huh? Gotta be one lucky bloke to have married an amazing woman,” he teases, making you throw your head back laughing. “Alright then,” he says, patting your bum. “Go on then. Pretend you’re sleeping, give me an award-winning performance when I come up.”

You hum as you give him a quick peck on the lips. “See you in bed, my handsome husband!” You call out behind you as you make your way out of the kitchen. Amy puts down her finished bottle and frowns as her mother goes off. “Mama?” She pouts at her father.

Harry comforts her as he kisses her head. “We’ll join her in a bit, Amy. Gotta get breakfast ready.” She coos in response as she traces over the butterfly tattoo on his stomach.

Harry puts Amy in the baby sling they bought for her as he prepares the food on a tray. He coos at her as she cuddles up on his chest, loving the warmth he radiates. He slowly balances the food tray as they ascend up the stairs to your bedroom.

When he pushes the door open, he sees you in bed, seemingly asleep, although the hint of smile on your face would say otherwise. He gently sets the tray down on your bed. Amy is already reaching out for you as he sits next to you.

He shakes you gently. “Wake up, lovie.” Your eyes flutter open, smiling sweetly at your two loves. “Hello, my loves,” you say to them. You both laugh at the silliness as you lean up to kiss his lips. You take Amy out of the sling and set her on your lap.

“So, was my performance worthy of an award?” You tease him as you kiss all over Amy’s face, making her giggle.

“Oh yeah, definitely. Couldn’t tell you were acting,” he plays along.

You sniff in the delicious scent of food laid out in front of you. You moan in delight as you lay your head on his shoulder. “I love you. Thank you.”

“I love you too, honey.” He kisses your head. He kisses you again, long enough for the feel of his lips to linger on yours. “Happy Mother’s day,” he says lovingly, taking a piece of the french toast he made.

You beam at him as he entertains with Amy’s babbling. And you think to yourself, you would much rather just stay at home, order in food and watch movies in bed with them today. Perhaps Harry might be up to take a nice bubble bath when Amy has her usual afternoon naps.

Truthfully, you couldn’t wait to spend more Mother’s Days, as long as you are with your two loves. And hopefully, with more little ones in the future.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fluff #dad!harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #parkersroses writing #harry styles x reader

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lostinwildflowers · 3 years

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Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Summary: Prince Ushijima can have anything he wants; the finest foods and drinks, butlers at every call, and beautiful princesses in a heartbeat. But somehow all he wants is you.

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: FLUFF<3

A/N: Hey y'all! Here is yet ANOTHER submission for The Royal Rodeo collab!! I hope my Ushiwaka simps out there appreciate this one :) -Birch<3

A prince can have whatever they want. They have wealth, servants, plentiful food, and many women at their disposal. This is true for Prince Ushijima Wakatoshi, the smart, well-loved, and quiet ruler of Shiratorizawa.

He was much nicer than his father had been, who had passed away only a few years ago, leaving his mother, the queen, to rule on her own. The brown-haired prince did his best to pick up the slack around the palace, and that’s one of the reasons why everyone loved him so much.

You were no different from everyone else, drawn in by his quiet humor and kind demeanor. You were one of his maids, who was efficient, patient, and always ready to help out wherever needed.

You knew that you were a good worker, you tried to be honest and precise in everything you did, but it was still a bit of a surprise to be assigned to Prince Ushijima to be his personal maid.

The thing with Prince Ushijima was that he never seemed to like any of the butlers he’d ever had. That was all except for his close friend, Tendou, but Ushijima preferred a maid, and that’s why you were to begin working under his watch.

Ushijima loved the way you worked silently, never forcing him to talk or even acting fake in front of him. You would clean his laundry, make his bed, and even tidy up his desk without a sigh or hum, you were just content to be working so close to someone who was so well-loved.

Although you did many menial and tedious cleaning tasks, you also did many other simple chores like grabbing him a glass of water before going into a meeting or warming up a cup of milk before bed.

Your favorite thing about working with Ushijima was the fact that he always thanked you after everything you did for him. He would thank you for straightening his tie, handing him a folder, and even wishing him well in an important meeting.

Ushijima was kind to you for a specific reason though, and he wanted to make sure that you had everything you needed to be under his service. He thought you could’ve been doing a lot better of things rather than serving him in the palace, so he liked to keep an eye on you.

Over the shared months of soft and kind gestures, Ushijima begins to open up to you with small conversations. It was when you were grabbing him his suit for the day, or he would ask you small things like what your favorite flavor of coffee is whenever you brought him his cup in the morning.

These small and sweet conversations escalated, and Ushijima found himself craving your presence like a sweet candy. He wanted nothing more than to hear you gush on about your favorite arts or the small bed of flowers you saw outside the castle that day.

That’s why he offers for you to accompany him on casual strolls throughout the palace. To everyone else, you were simply there to run off and grab something the second he asked for it, but for him, he enjoyed your talks and company, so no one suspected anything.

These casual strolls go on for a few months as summer drifts into winter, and the kingdom ices over. The two of you have both grown fond of each other in the quiet moments you steal away from everyone else, even though it was harder to get away with it being so frigid outside.

On this day in particular, the two of you managed to sneak away for a walk through the palace, down on the lower floors near the basement where you wouldn’t be bothered as much.

Your (colored) eyes scan the corridor in front of you as you walk slowly next to the crowned prince of Shiratorizawa. The two of you were quiet, the only sounds ringing out in the long hallway was that of footsteps and the rustling of your skirts with every step you took.

Hands pushing on your waist and the wall slamming into your back causes the air to get knocked out of your lungs in an instant, and your eyes struggle to focus on the face of Ushijima. His green eyes stare down at you with an unspoken intensity, but he breaks contact to glance over his shoulder.

Ushijima had pushed you into a small nook carved into the walls, a space that usually would store small things that would later be moved. He resumes looking at you and his features soften a little as he murmurs, “I’m sorry for being so rough with you, I didn’t mean to be.”

Your hands are splayed out against the marbled wall behind you and your mouth is slightly parted open as you try to catch your breath. Your brain can barely register Ushijima’s proximity, let alone the feeling of his hands on your sides.

You end up just giving him a simple nod, and when you go to ask him what he was doing, he beats you to it. “I like you, my dear Y/n. I am very eager for our walks and am always wishing for time to move faster so I can be with you. I was wondering if you felt the same way.”

Wide (colored) eyes blink up at him, and your mouth gapes open and closed a few times before you clear your throat and whisper, “Yes.”

You shake your head at your simple response and stutter out, “W-what I mean to say is that I’ve liked you for a while now too, I just didn’t think you would ever feel the same way about me.”

Ushijima hums at your confirmation, and he leans closer to you, his green eyes had grown dark from being in the small nook in the wall. His hips press flush up against your own, pinning you down with his superior body weight.

Your breath hitches in your throat as his nose brushes against your own and he whispers against your lips, “I suppose you won’t mind if I do this then?”

At that, Ushijima leans down to close the gap between the two of you, tenderly pressing his lips to your own before allowing his mouth to move against yours. Your hands move away from the wall to slide up and onto his chest, allowing them to rest on his shoulders as he kisses you.

Ushijima moves his hands from your waist, letting one push up against the wall behind you to brace his body, and then the other gently guides your chin upwards, repeatedly allowing himself to kiss you as much as he likes.

Footsteps sound out from down the hallway, but Ushijima doesn’t pull away from you. In fact, he pushes you deeper into the nook with two large steps, completely caging you in. He continues to kiss you though, his hand moving from your chin the whole way down to your waist.

As greedy as his kiss is, Ushijima is nothing but respectful in the way he holds you. His grip is firm but warm, and you can’t help but melt in his touch as sparks seem to fly around you.

Ushijima’s hands grow slightly rougher when you gasp into his mouth, and the footsteps are right outside of the nook at this point. You take the hint at needing to be quieter, so you link your arms around his neck, and hold yourself closer to him while playing with the hair at the base of his neck.

The footsteps fade away after a minute or two, and Ushijima slowly pulls away from you. Both of your chests are heaving as he rests his forehead against your own, his eyes half-lidded as he looks down at you.

Your eyes are dopey and hazed over, a faraway look residing in them while your lips are bruised and pink from the vigor of his kiss. Ushijima moves his hand from the wall to brush a strand of hair out of your eyes with a kind smile.

He lets his hand linger on the side of your head before he murmurs lowly, “I would like to court you, my dear. In private, of course. I would never want to subject you to the monstrosity that is the royal family.”

Your eyes flutter closed for a second as you regain your breath but then you sigh out quietly, “I’m no princess, Ushijima. I’m not suitable for someone of your status, we shouldn’t even be here right-” “I want you.”

His words are blunt, and when you regain eye contact with him, you can’t see any hints of a lie or any sliver of dishonesty in him. Ushijima shuffles on his feet for a second before continuing, “You’re the one that I want. You make me feel like no one else ever has. You give me butterflies, you make me nervous, you made me fall in love with you.”

Ushijima glances down toward his feet and mutters, “Look, I know this is a peculiar situation, but I want nothing more than to be with you.” At the end of his words, he resumes eye contact with you, and you can see a soft blush painting his cheeks at the honesty of his confession.

You feel your heart swell at his words and you just nod in response before rushing out, “Okay, but-” You are quite rudely interrupted as Ushijima pushes you into another kiss, as your affirmation was enough for him.

No one questioned it when the two of you both appeared later that evening, slightly disheveled as you moved your separate ways. You might not have been a princess, but you were suitable enough for him.

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janumun · 3 years

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A [Cat] Parent's Memoirs of Pregnancy ft. Spouse (Pregnancy Headcanons)

Game: Shall We Date: Obey Me! Rating: General Audience/SFW Tags: pregnancy sweetness (and shenanigans)

Summary: Satan's approach and reaction to having a baby with his S/O.

Author's Notes: YESSSS YOU CAN @niphredil-14. 💚💛 This is cute and very, very warm. I tossed in between giving him either fur babies or demon babies (he deserves both!), and chose this! I hope you enjoy your read. 💚

Requests for this event are now (long) closed, dear readers. Thank you to all those who participated!

Perhaps three or twelve feline babies later, the two of you might plan on making a hybrid child — with two hands and two legs, five fingers on each and absolutely no fur in sight.

Satan would prefer waiting until your youngest adopted foundling — a tiny, dark slip of a cat — is well into its second year in this world before he decides to try for a baby, of your own flesh and blood. A decision he hardly takes in frivolity. Every vulnerable life, be it cat or person, is important and requires adequate care; Satan is very well aware of the fact.

When the two of you discover you are with child, happiness trumps within alongside multiple plans he’s already running through his head for the arrival of your child. Unfortunately, his immediate task on the agenda is informing Lucifer about the upcoming arrival — fighting for board for his adopted cats’ was Hell enough, war waged with you by his side — lest Lucifer demand he find elsewhere for the two of you to care for your baby. He’s going to stomp out of the House of Lamentation if Lucifer so much as suggests displeasure at your child.

Begrudgingly — and as frightening as it is to witness this conversation in between the two brothers, you fear you might almost collapse at how tensed you are watching the two glare at each other — though your demon breaks the news, and perhaps almost surprising for Satan, Lucifer greets the news with good cheer.

Claret gaze warming in affection as it slides towards you before he congratulates the two of you on your pregnancy.

Suffice to say, once his other brothers are informed of the news, they’re gathering over to express surprise (you suspect it’s more about them wanting to fawn and coo over a human pregnant) and extend their well-wishes to the two of you. Gifts from every single brother — in good will, but largely injurious to your health and the baby’s — Satan has lined against your side of the bed. Lucifer’s he burns with his unearthly verdant fire the moment you’re presented with it and the elder brother’s out of sight.

Manuals are brought out, books are being purchased. Shipments from all four corners of Devildom, pricey tomes on human pregnancy from the Earth.

Satan’s here to provide you with all information necessary to nurturing a baby within your womb, random facts and tid-bits even you’re hearing for the first time. He stresses on keeping yourself healthy. He isn’t an over-bearing future father but does definitely encourage you to stick to the health schedule he draws up for you every week, making a point of, time and again, how important it is for you to follow a good lifestyle in order to see through a safe pregnancy and delivery.

Everyday walks, Kegels, healthy amounts of fruit and meat in your diet (let him know if anything — anything at all — upsets your appetite and he’s quick to swipe that item out of your plate, and your lives). None of which you’re doing alone because he’s more than happy to accompany you throughout your regime.

Don’t let him choose too many of the baby’s clothes however, he’s pulling the oddest combinations of clothes off the rack and it leaves you half-amused half-terrified for your future baby’s sense of fashion. [That is way too many cat onesies in bizarre shades, Satan!]

He would never force you to adhere to something he wasn’t capable of seeing through himself. And, first and foremost he wants to be there for and with you. If you’d let him, he’d be very hands-on in helping deliver your baby as well.

Every single time the two of you make progress through your health list, Satan’s got a pat on the head ready, stroking your hair, affectionate, praising you on how well you’d done that day and what good progression you’d been making lately. Parting stray locks to press a kiss against your forehead. One to your lips in a smile more than happy to, if you ask for more. He’s that perfect balance between strict and adoring.

Future Father™️ (not so) secretly loves to be wrapped up in surprise cuddles any day of the week. There is nothing more joyous than the thought of being needed by you.

Perhaps one of the more enjoyable parts of your pregnancy has been how much more physically affectionate your child has made you and he can hardly complain when you crawl across the covers to join him in bed as he reads. You settling soft against him, needy arms coming around. Swollen stomach, round and wonderfully full, pressed into his side, he almost thinks he feels the baby within, kick a foot in welcome against his side — Hello Dad, as if that’s what Baby’s saying, if they could speak. The rather ridiculously sweet thought’s enough to pull a soft bout of laughter from him and an arm he fits carefully against your shoulder to drag you in.

“Are you cold again, kitten? Come sit next to me. We don’t want you and the little one to get sick now, do we? Is that better? Do you need me to go fetch a blanket? Alright then, sweet dreams.”

He’s here to answer to your every need, so long as it’s within the bounds of reasonability and not injurious to you or the baby.

As much as Satan might seem in control of the entire situation; calm rationale persevering through your hurdles of new pregnancy and future parenthood. Despite how he is the one you seek comfort in and take pride in as the father of your child… Satan is not entirely without his own chips in a seemingly flawless armor.

His knowledge, no matter how vast and thorough, doesn’t replace the practicality of witnessing you nurture a child — your child — within your belly for nine long months. Less than even a speck within a demon’s eternity but so very long and at times… challenging, more than he’s ever encountered throughout his lifetime. Having been born of Lucifer’s rage and anguish, Satan has never known of a parent’s love, nor does he pretend to understand what it might entail. He’s never really felt the need to, past that hollow ache that surfaces at times, to know he was born of loathing and negativity, not nurtured from love.

Lucifer’s hatred of his Father, Levi’s brief mentions of his Mother… a bedtime story narrated of times within the Heavens past with their family, among the brothers, in Lucifer’s absence, is all he knows of the entities called ‘parents’. He does not know what he ‘feels’, if his emotions and reactions are appropriate for a life the two of you are responsible for, together. If his version of love would ever be adequate enough for your baby — the thought that they too might grow missing half the love of their parents, to have no outlet for restless agitation and hurt towards a father who’s never had one of his own… it terrifies him beyond belief.

Times like these are when you need to read him like the very books he’s so fond of picking apart. Seat him by your side and engage him in conversation of your future as a family of many, many children (demon/human and feline alike). Let Satan voice his thoughts, unformed or firm, however they might come across. Pity or sermons are not what he needs; rather quiet understanding and thinking space. To let him realize how he has no need for anxiety; his version of love is just as much valid and your absolute faith in Satan’s ability to love your child as much as he does you. Something you’re willing to learn, a new experience of loving your child, together, with him by your side.

And if the hand that reaches out to caress your distended abdomen, as if towards one very precious, the soft affection in that verdant gaze is indication enough, he’s already begun to learn.

Bonus: Baby Wrath™️ is studious and very interested in learning of the world around, from a tender age. Drinks milk regularly and lick-finishes their cup clean, like they are supposed to under the watchful eye of Dad Wrath™️.

Satan is strict only in terms of good manners and good education; he’s nurturing and encourages the child to enjoy whatever hobbies they develop over their years. (Reading is one and no one’s more proud than Satan that Baby’s often found burrowed within their father’s mountain of books). You do allow the child more leeway, in terms of candy consumption and staying up past bedtime, although that influence can be traced back to Uncles Mammon and Levi who are terrible role-models and have more than once caused Dad Wrath to explode on their sorry souls. Baby Wrath is — much to the chagrin and woe of his father — very fond of Uncle Lucifer and he is their (second) favorite in terms of gifting new and fascinating books to study, and teaching to write simple words, on occasion.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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darlingyanderes · 3 years

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Yandere Masterpost

Hi! I’ve written quite a lot of stuff already, so I wanted to make a masterpost with all my fics up until now! I’ve written things for My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Obey me!, Hunter x hunter, and Haikyuu. If you’d like to request something, please refer to the rule list :)

I’ll try to update this Masterpost too, so I hope this helps you find some more fics that you might enjoy!

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My Hero Academia

Midoriya Izuku - Play along - Sleep well - Sit tight - I’ll take care of it pt. 1 - I’ll take care of it pt. 2 - You don’t need to kill pt. 1 - You don’t need to kill pt. 2 - Heaven is in a closet - Fun in the snow

Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku - Two-timed pt.1 - Two-timed pt.2 - Two-timed pt.3 - Two-timed pt.4 (NSFW) - Drabble with a clumsy (Y/N)

Dabi - Cry for me - Do you feel better? - Learning sessions - Don’t pull that shit again

Todoroki Shouto - My hero - Escape with me - He bothered you - Happy birthday

Kirishima Eijiro - Only I matter - I’ll keep you safe - Drabble with a (Y/N) who never smiles

Aizawa Shouta - Surprise (NSFW) - Fresh milk (NSFW) - Dumb kitten - He’ll take care of everything

Mirio Togata - This will do - Drabble with pregnant (Y/N)

Shigaraki Tomura - Perform for me - You’re not my mom

Uraraka Ochoco - My lovely wife

Iida Tenya - Bad girl

Momo Yaoyorozu - My doll - The real thing (NSFW)

Sero Hanta - Let me help you

Tamaki Amajiki - Special moment together (NSFW) - A temporary replacement - My hero

Bakugo Katsuki - The fire that died out - Open up - Spaghetti with meatballs - Bottom - Villain

Gang Orca - Runt of the pack

Aizawa Shouta and Hizashi Yamada/Erasermic - That time of the month - Trapped (NSFW) - Drabble with (Y/N) who is touch starved and touch aversed

Nemuri Kayama/Midnight - Strange attack (NSFW)

Mezo Shoji - I’ll do everything for you

Keigo Takami/Hawks - General headcanons

Various - Dragon trainer/hunter Izuku and Bakugo with a dragon shifter reader - 1A yanderes reaction to a shy darling telling them they think the relationship is moving too fast - Shinsou, Bakugo, and Midoriya when they realize that MC manipulated them into being a yandere

Demon slayer

Tanjiro Kamado - Welcome home - Cut wings

Inosuke Hashibira - I’ll provide for you pt.1 - I’ll provide for you pt. 2 - I’ll provide for you pt. 3 (NSFW) - What is a kiss? - Mommy

Nezuko Kamado - Family

Muzan Kibutsuju - Scared yet? - Do you really want it? - Perfect little family

Muzan Kibutsuji and Kokushibo - Take your pills

Obey me!

Asmodeus - Only look at me

Beelzebub - Candy hearts

Lucifer - Good girl

Satan - 4 hours to go (NSFW) - Be gentle with me

Belphegor - It’s better for you

Danganronpa

Nagito Komaeda - Ultimate Hope

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu - I’ll protect you

Hunter x hunter

Uvogin - Come home - Eat - Kicking and screaming

Machi Komacine - I'd never hurt you

Haikyuu

Tendou Satori - Entertain the crowd

Kenma Kozume - Stay like this forever - You’re perfect just the way you are (NSFW)

Takeda Ittetsu - Come inside

Various and multifandom

- Embarassed reader asks Kirishima, Mirio, and Inosuke for help

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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Hold My Hand- Illumi x Reader

OMG thank you! My first international fan! Thank you for this wonderful prompt! This was requested by @illucilfer .

Summary: Today’s story takes place in a 1950s diner by a frequently used Interstate; Interstate 95. We know this dinner for its delicious hamburgers, hot dogs, milkshakes, and jukebox records, but every night one Patreon never returns home. A few men who were angry about your recent arrest have shot you both. As you both stare at each other exchanging mental signals, everyone around you tries to help you to the hospital. Y/N is narrating the story. I seem to have fewer grammar errors that way. FYI, Bold and italicized font will reference a thought or flashback.

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The leaves have turned bright yellow and orange, fluttering every second to the ground. I could hear little children a while away laughing and playing in the community park; throwing up the leaves, jumping into piles, and throwing them at each other. The smell of freshly baked donuts brightened everyone’s mood. All you had to do was take one bite and your face would brighten and crack a smile. Dining at Cupid’s Kitchen will always have your heart and interest.

Interstate 95 was always heavy with traffic during this time of year. The folks of Dallas celebrated mulch annually. The “Mulch Fest” was a street fair that stretched 1.5 miles to the east that contained music, drinks, farmer panels, homemaker Q&A, and other activities that southerners enjoy. Illumi and I are only here because of an unfinished assignment. We have worked night and day for countless days trying to catch Jack “Da Hamor” Gilberton, but he was nowhere to be found. Eventually, I allowed my anger to get the best of me and made the executive decision to take a day off. I barred Illumi from searching, tracking, or any form of hunting for our target. The life of a bounty hunter and an assassin can thrill, but it can drive you insane if you allow it.

Ironically, Illumi and I both enjoy fall. It is perfect for cuddling (although he acts as if he’s too good to cuddle), wearing creative hoodies, going to pumpkin patches, and attending apple orchids. I tend to “lose my cool” when we have dates there. When I was a child, my family did not go on trips like these because they were over an hour away from our home and I had 5 siblings. But once I made money for myself, I made it my mission to go to one at least 5 times out of the year. Illumi enjoys the different fudge, hot cider, and candy apples. He almost broke a tooth on one!

“Say cheese snag-a’-tooth!”

“Stop it. It’s not funny!”

“It is! Could you imagine if you lost your two front teeth? You’d look almost adorable as you did in the 1st grade!”

“How did you know about that?”

“Duh! It happens to everyone, but your mother showed me the pictures, of course.”

“Curses!”

Illumi’s sweet tooth is just like Killua’s; both have a weakness for chocolate. Except, Killua will admit defeat while his older brother keeps denying it.

Cupid’s Dinner has been in Dallas for over 55 years. A black woman established it in 1945 by the name of Mary-Lou Benson. Since then, Mary’s family has been running the shop, making sure all of her customers are happy with the service. During the turn of each season, Cupid’s Dinner gives its customer's food options based on the season. The fall options include donuts, candy apples, different flavored cider, fudge, and hot coffee specials. As much as everything looked appetizing, I could not order it all. Our server, Little Ben, placed our drinks in front of us and handed us the menu. I could tell he was happy with his line of work, just as I was to be with Illumi.

“You all take your time. I’ll be back in five.”

Ilumi glanced on both sides of the room, scanning for Jack Gilberton, already forgetting the agreement we established.

“Illumi, what are you doing?”

“Huh?”

“You keep looking around like you’ve seen Da Hamor. Eat your donut and relax, sweetheart.”

“I cannot relax. I must stay on alert.”

“If I can relax, so can you. It’s not that hard.”

“Fine. If I die, it’s on your head… literally.”

The jingling bell rang almost every second when a customer walked in. It was a joy to everyone's ears; the spirit of Mary Lou-Benson was alive and well. An overwhelming feeling of love seemed to have overtaken the diner. After examining the bistro for quite some time now, each customer had been using their cellphones at the table instead of chatting with their families. Many traditional families hated that about this generation but they should be open to new traditions forming. Illumi dislikes using cell phones or tablets at the table unless we use them for missions. He has emphasized how rude it is to be surfing the web about utter nonsense while someone is speaking. This is a pet peeve of his, something I’ll never step on his toe about. Although I think that is overdoing it, I respect it.

Little Ben served our table quickly, leaving us with two dishes of a classic chicken sandwich, kettle chips, one chocolate, and vanilla milkshake. Milkshakes were my weakness; I nearly foam at the mouth when I see one. When I found out that Illumi had NEVER had a milkshake, I almost fainted.

“No. I’ve never had a milkshake.”

“Huh? You’re missing out, pal.”

“What’s the big deal? Isn’t it frozen milk?”

“Not just frozen milk. You can add many flavors, toppings, and whip cream!”

“Well, then. You’ll have to show me sometime.”

We thanked Little Ben for his service as he clocked out for the day.

“I have to admit these sandwiches look very appetizing.”

“You can say that again!”

Before I nibbled on my sandwich, I wanted to take a moment and adore the man before me; Illumi Zoldyck. A man full of mysteries, professionalism, skill, and talent. His enormous eyes were immersed in the large pieces of chicken in between the sourdough bread. He licked his index finger vigorously; allowing the homemade honey mustard to drip enough from the bread to the plate in between licks. Just the sight of him actually relaxing for once has blown me away. For once, Illumi Zoldyck could be himself and I had the privilege to witness it.

“Um… why are you staring at me? Do I have food on my face,” he asked; violently wiping his mouth off with a provided cloth napkin.

“Oh! Ha, ha; no reason. I wanted to see your reaction after drinking your milkshake. That’s all.”

“Why? It’s just a drink.”

“Whatever you say, babe.”

“Babe? What happened to LuLu or Illumi-Lu?”

I gasped and pretended to be surprised… although I was a little.

“I did not know that you liked those pet names. I assumed it mortified you.”

“Who told you that? That never rolled off my tongue. “What I said was” — He bent closer to the table and to me; glancing both to the right and left to ensure no wandering ears were around — “I prefer Illumi-Lu to be said in the bedroom and LuLu when we’re alone, like how we are right now.”

“Aww…. ok,” I yelled in excitement.

“Don’t blow it out of proportion, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

As we ate, Illumi hummed along to the tune that played a few times on the restaurant's jukebox. Illumi and I were born in the mid-90s, but listening to 50s music was a part of his aesthetic. I was told that he had an “old soul” which sounds romantic at first until you realize how men were during that era. His raging temper was a noticeable toxic trait, but it has drastically improved. Nonchalantly sipping on his milkshake and then eating more of his chips, he grazed the soft part of his left hand over mine as he continued to hum.

“What’s the name of this song? You seem to know it rather well.”

“Put your head on my shoulder, a famous song from the 60s. I heard my parents sing it once and since then, they have addicted me to it. Do you like it?”

“Yes, in fact, I love it. All of this is—”

“A surprise to you? Well, enjoy it while it lasts because once I find Jack Gilberton, this side of me will hide for a while.”

“Understood.”

Damn! I was just feeling connected to him again!

The music swelled; everyone seemed to be happy. Not an evil spirit insight to disrupt this beautiful moment. For once in my life, my raven-haired beauty actually held my hand tight, stole a few of my barbecue kettle chips, and gazed into my eyes harmlessly. His lips brushed against both of my hands, ever so lightly placing kisses on both sides of them. Illumi’s gentle smile warmed my heart as my lingering thoughts of hope stayed intact.

The welcoming bell jingled again. Two men in black leather jackets, stone-washed blue jeans, and tattooed all over their arms came into the diner. The men seemed to be bikers who had just left their own “spot” but one thing struck me as they continued to walk towards the staff. They both wore sunglasses when the sunset for the day. Not to mention that the lights were not dim in the diner and the moon was as bright as ever. The second man had his eyes glued in my direction. My heart beat faster as I wondered if Jack Gilberton had found us. Could you imagine?

Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me you love me too

I am used to coming in contact with enemies on my hit list, but given Jack’s criminal history; I felt like I may not survive his attacks. Illumi will survive, but just barely. Both men approached the checkout, crowing over Little Ben’s sister. She was a short woman but full of might, and I could tell by the shakiness in her voice she was frightened. I wanted to step in so badly, but I didn't want to blow my cover just in case it was, in fact, Jack Gilberton. After I assume, ordering food, both men stood by the entrance, blocking it from others from entering and leaving. The sound of their old, beat up-lighters crackled as one lit a joint and the other lit a cigarette. This horrid smell ruined the atmosphere because they were not in a designated area and it drowned out the lovely aroma of the food being served.

“If you gentlemen would like to smoke, you need to go outside. There is no smoking in here.”

“What? You think you’re better than me because you don’t smoke?”

“Huh? I never said that, sir. I asked for you to go outside. Not all of our customers can deal with it.”

They did not move a muscle. The sound of their mucous laughter made everyone’s stomach turn. They laughed at the young girl and called her many slurs. Little Ben’s sister didn’t flinch, nor did she cry; she remained still, staring at the men. I had just enough of their obnoxious behavior.

“If you do not leave, I will call the police.”

“The hell you won’t.”

Put your lips next to mine, dear

Won't you kiss me once, baby?

He drew a gun from his left side. He aimed it at Little Ben’s sister and demanded that she emptied the drawer. She refused. Her stone, iron will reminded me of Illumi; no matter the circumstance, they remained intact, determined to fight until the end. Bravery is always encouraged, but too much will cause your life to be taken away. Little Ben’s sister grabbed a fake till that they kept under the real one and threw it at both men. Fake money fluttered everywhere in the small diner, mimicking confetti. Gunshots rang in all directions as the imbeciles recklessly shot, aiming for Little Ben’s sister. Everyone threw themselves on the ground to avoid being shot, but luck cannot spread itself throughout an entire room of people. A young child, an older man, and another worker were shot in their lower leg. Blood reflected from the ground as it continued to seep. Ignoring injured civilians is a jackass move and continuing to deny the fact would prove that the oath I pledge to meant nothing. Sure, bounty hunters must remain hidden, but if someone is injured, I must help them.

The child was lying lifeless on the polished marble floor. He would not respond to my shaking or my silent whispers. When I rolled him over, my heart broke into a million pieces. This child had no chance of survival; a few bullets struck his chest, one just inches away from his heart. A tear rolled down my cheek.

“Why must the good die young,” I whispered to myself.

“... Because snitches get stitches.”

Before I could gain sight of who stated this utterly corny response, I felt an overwhelming amount of pain in my lower back. It felt like a million tiny needles were jabbed so far through my skin that they entered my intestine. I could still hear, but my body would not move. I tried and tried, but my brain would not signal my legs.

Move! Move, damn it!

It’s odd; I could hear myself talk, but my body would not move at all. The sound of another thudding body made my mind jump. My heart had already been pounding enough to try to resuscitate my organs to move, but a familiar semi-blurring sight of none other than Mr. Illumi Zoldyck cleared my sight. My brain went wild. I didn’t know if Illumi died or if he became paralyzed, but one thing is for sure. We finally made eye contact that felt special; something I hadn’t felt since the day I met him. Our contact felt like magnets; an unbreakable bond. Suddenly, my icy hand felt warmth around my palm and fingers. Illumi simultaneously fell in a way that connected our hands. Our unbreakable bond, the warmth of his fingers laying on top of mine, and the gaze we shared somehow made me feel like it was just the two of us alone. I could hear his thoughts loud and clear; thoughts that came from the heart.

“Please help me. Before it’s too late, LuLu,” I cried, thinking I was going insane. “I don’t want to leave if it means leaving you behind.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”

“Please! I want to live a life. Life as a bounty hunter, build a support system to our children, and a good lover is all I want to be.”

“You are a warrior and so am I. We have been through worse. This is nothing.”

Mere eye contact is all we need to exchange wandering conversations. The bond that we’ve created is something so strong that I haven’t realized it until now. The warmth emitted from his loose grasp seems to lose its effectiveness. It blurred my vision beyond recognition, leaving Illumi as a near figment of my imagination.

“Oh no. I guess this is it.”

My vision darkened. Illumi was slipping away as my lingering thoughts almost made my heart give out from exhaustion. I was ready to accept my fate, but it seemed like fate had other plans. My vision was still darkening by the second, but my sense of touch remained there. Smooth fingers outline my arms, torso, and chest. I heard muffled voices yelling and screaming about calling for assistance, but I didn’t care if they came or not. I made peace with my life’s end. Bit by bit, my breathing slowed down, but my sense of touch remained heightened. I felt a rubber glove touch my face and neck, examining it for any damage.

The jukebox continued to play Illumi’s favorite song, Put Your Head on my Shoulder. I remembered the day I laid my head on his shoulder; boy, what an endearing moment that was. It was something I took for granted, something I should have savored, for I never knew that this moment would have happened. The song grew muffled by the second verse. That verse repeated every time I tried to force myself to take what felt like my last gaze at my raven-haired beauty.

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe

You and I will fall in love (you and I will fall in love)

-FIN.

A/N: Since you’ve made it to the end, I’ll say something. The reader did not die in the end. They were later revived at the hospital.

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meltingheartsandcores · 3 years

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This is just something that came from a different story I’m writing, so, it’s just a one shot. And it’s not really editted (sorry).

This is A/B/O, with Omega wwx and Alpha lwj, but honestly it doesn’t really show up much, like it’s not a focal point of the story for the most part, it’s just kind of, there. There’s minor NieLan, and past wangxian with hopeful future wangxian (hopeful future IMO), and it’s modern non cultivation!

Other than that, enjoy? And if you have questions feel free to hop into my inbox.

It had been years.

Five, to be exact.

Wei Wuxian wouldn't lie and say Lan Wangji never entered his mind, he did almost constantly. But he had long accepted he would never see the Alpha again. Lan Qiren had made it rather clear he was to never contact Lan Wangji again.

That hadn't been a pleasant conversation. Well. Argument.

For once Wei Wuxian was glad he was no longer in contact with the Jiangs, even if it wasn’t for long, he'd hate for them to have been involved. He's not entirely sure who's side Madam Yu would've been on, but he hoped she would've been on his. Although, if she was, he's not entirely confident Lan Qiren would still be walking around. Lan Qiren might be a hard ass, but he had nothing on Madam Yu.

He should write Nie Huaisang. See how the Jiang's are doing.

"Are you alright?"

Wei Wuxian blinks, brought back to the present, silently filing the idea to write Nie Huaisang for later, and looks up at Lan Xichen. Who he had just run into. Literally.

Wei Wuxian ignores the hand and stands on his own, "Perfectly. Just distracted. Sorry to bother you." Wei Wuxian says, nodding and turning, deciding he could get A-Yuan's candy later, after the milk. He had made it a few steps before Lan Xichen grabbed his arm. Wei Wuxian tenses, snapping around with a glare on his face before he registers that Lan Xichen isn't going to attack him. Not physically at least. So he lets the glare fall. "Sorry."

Lan Xichen drops his hand, "No, I should not have grabbed you. I apologize." An apology from a Lan. Maybe he died.

A-Yuan would be heartbroken. A-Yu probably doesn't know what Death is and probably wouldn't understand for a few years.

Lan Xichen was talking. Wei Wuxian should be listening, not thinking of his death. Lan Xichen smiles, as he normally does, "You were not listening."

"Sorry. My brain drifts, it pissed your uncle off to end, remember?" Wei Wuxian says, shrugging.

Lan Xichen nods, "Uncle seemed to anger easily around you, yes. I was wondering if you had the time, we could talk. Perhaps over tea?"

He can't ask for alcohol instead. For one, Lans don't drink. For two, he has to pick A-Yu and A-Yuan up in half an hour.

"I have a half hour, I guess we could finish up shopping and go to the Starbucks down the block." Lan Xichen's eyes tighten at the mention of Starbucks, which makes Wei Wuxian remember the heavily disturbed and deer-in-headlight look Lan Wangji had when Wei Wuxian dragged him there. Repeatedly.

Lan Wangji never seemed to get used to Starbucks.

None of the Lans seem to like it either.

Lan Xichen nods though, so Wei Wuxian does a U-turn to grab the candy he promised A-Yuan and then made a bee-line for the two other things he was missing. He loses Lan Xichen at some point, but when he gets to the check out, Lan Xichen is waiting by the door with a bag.

Wei Wuxian smiles at the Cashier, Mingyu, who seemed slightly concerned for him. But Wei Wuxian waves off the concern, even when Mingyu decides to ask, "Is he a friend or should I call security?"

Wei Wuxian considers this, Lan Xichen isn't a friend, but security isn't necessary. Wei Wuxian grins when he comes to a response, that's both honest and fun, "He's Daiyu's uncle." Wei Wuxian informs, finishing with his payment and taking his items. "See you in a week Mingyu!" Wei Wuxian calls as the other man is clearly trying to figure out how he hasn't met this uncle until now.

"A friend?" Lan Xichen asks as they walk down the road.

"Eh, more I'm a regular." Wei Wuxian shrugs. He only talks to Mingyu when he buys groceries. Not much other reason to talk to the teenager.

Especially since he tends to remind Wei Wuxian that, uh, he is only twenty-two.

That's not something he particularly likes to remember. Especially when he's on his way to pick up his kids. He looks older enough that none of the other parents comment on him being A-Yu and A-Yuan's brother, and none of them comment on the utter shame of having a child at seventeen. And presumably fourteen if A-Yuan was actually birthed from him. As he so often jokes, especially after A-Yuan learnt where babies came from.

A-Yuan thinks it's funny.

Wen Qing thinks it's stupid.

But it's meant to entertain the eight year old so it's not a problem.

"So you live around here." Lan Xichen comments, more to himself than to Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian has to mentally curse himself. For five years, no Lan has known where he lived. No one from that life knew where he was except Nie Huaisang. And for all he can be a coward, Wei Wuxian knows he wouldn't have given away his location to anyone.

But he just confirmed to Lan Xichen that he lived in this town.

Fuck.

"What're you doing here?" Wei Wuxian asks, opening the door for Lan Xichen and gesturing for the man to enter the Starbucks. Lan Xichen gives him a tight smile and enters, clearly not liking being inside the store.

Tough. Wei Wuxian doesn't want to be having this conversation, neither of them get to be comfortable. Wei Wuxian follows Lan Xichen in, walking up to the register and ordering a drink with a smile before turning to Lan Xichen for his order. Which he gives with a tense smile. The barista nods, repeats the order back and then Lan Xichen pays, because this was his idea and Wei Wuxian would much rather be at home right now.

They amble over to a table to wait for their drinks to be made. Well. Lan Xichen got his at the till since it was just a Green Tea, but they have to wait for Wei Wuxian's. Might as well get this chat over with.

"The Nie have a lakehouse a mile out of town." Oh right. Oh fuck. "Mingjue and I are having a little vacation." Lan Xichen says in response to his earlier question.

"And you came to get some groceries."

"Just a little. Mingjue will be back for the rest." Lan Xichen winces when he sips at his tea, clearly not liking it. He sets his cup aside, "You know, Huaisang seemed very against us going to this partical vacation house."

Oh for fucks sake. "Huaisang's specialty isn't subtly." Wei Wuxian says with a shrug, then stands and gets his drink when the barista calls out his name.

Lan Xichen waits for him to sit back down. "No, it isn't. Might I ask, why Huaisang knows where you are when no one else does?"

"I don't like the Jin. I don't want to burden the Jiang. The Lan want nothing to do with me." Wei Wuxian shrugs, "Nie Huaisang is the only friend I have left." Outside of the friends he now lives with. Wei Wuxian sips at his flat white.

Lan Xichen's brows twitch in a furrow before smoothing out, "What do you mean we want nothing to do with you.

Wei Wuxian raises an eyebrow, "Was there a part of Lan Qiren's order that was unclear?"

Wei Wuxian's response only seems to confuse him further. "I believe, there has been some miscommunication." Lan Xichen suggests politely.

"Not really." Wei Wuxian refutes. "Lan Qiren told me to get the fuck out and never contact any of you again. Not much room for miscommunication."

"He said what?" Lan Xichen asks, sounding light and a little confused. But Wei Wuxian had spent enough time around Lan Wangji, and hence Lan Xichen since Lan Xichen was Lan Wangji's favoured company, to know he was getting very pissed off.

Huh.

Wei Wuxian shrugs, too little too late, in his opinion. It's been five years. "It was shortly after I left the Jiang, I went to stay with Lan- Wangji." Wei Wuxian catches himself before using the familiar address. Lan Xichen seemed to catch the slip up too. "Just for the night. The departure went a little more explosively than I meant for it to, I came to spend the night. Lan Qiren told me to leave and never return, that Lan Wangji wanted nothing more to do with me. Not to contact anyone in the family. Obviously I argued, but I had already argued with Madam Yu and Uncle Jiang that night, so, he won. I left. And then a week later he sent me two hundred thousand Yuan." That wasn't a pleasant night to remember. It wasn't a pleasant week. He found out he was pregnant, then the Wen shit happened, and he was moving across the country with Wen Ning and his family. Wei Wuxian shrugs again, drinking his flat white.

Lan Xichen's brow furrows slowly, and he shakes his head, "I'm sorry, Uncle told us nothing about this. All Wangji and I have known is that you left the Jiang and disappeared. Wangji certainly didn't say anything about not wanting your company anymore." Lan Xichen seemed offended at the very idea.

Oh.

Huh.

Lan Wangji doesn't hate him.

Oh fuck.

Lan Wangji doesn't hate him.

But he probably will. When he tells him about A-Yu.

Fuck.

"Is everything okay?" Lan Xichen asks, making clear that Wei Wuxian's panic is clear on his face.

"Um." Wei Wuxian swallows, twisting the paper cup in his hands, "In theory. If, uh, when I left, I had been uh," No. Nope. He can't think of a good way to say this. He checks the time. "Uh, do you have twenty minutes?"

"I'm supposed to meet with Mingjue in ten."

"Great. Uh. Meet me at the park with the giant octopus sculpture in fifteen, bring Da ge, I need to drop my groceries off at my house." Wei Wuxian doesn't wait for Lan Xichen to agree, picking up his groceries and hurrying out.

When he gets home, he dumps the groceries on the counter, giving Wen Qing a quick, "Lan Xichen's in town and he's metting A-Yu and A-Yuan, see you in fiften minutes. Thanks bye!" before running back out, not responding to her shout of 'what' that followed.

When he gets to the octopus sculpture, he doesn't have to wait long fo Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue to show up, thankfully. He bounces over to them, the nervous energy coursing through him a little too much to keep still. "Hi Dage."

"Wuxian." Nie Mingjue greets, as if Wei Wuxian hasn't been off the grid for five years and was still popping into his house every other weekend to do weird shit with Nie Huaisang.

Nice to know somethings don't change.

"What is it you wanted to show us?" Lan Xichen asks politely.

"Um, this way." Wei Wuxian takes them to the school, which was only a few minutes away.

"A school." Nie Mingjue deadpans.

Wei Wuxian looks at the other parents waiting, a few of them looking back at the group with furrowed brows. One of the mothers makes a very harsh 'come here' gesture, so Wei Wuxian turns to Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen, "Uh, I'll be right back. Don't move." He was clearly confusing the pair, but they nod so he rushes off to Mrs. Yang.

"Is that Daiyu's father? Other father?" Mrs. Yang demands, almost glaring at Lan Xichen.

"It's his older brother." Wei Wuxian corrects with a tight smile. "Please don't go yell at him."

"Oh, his family decides it's okay for you to raise a child for five years on your own, and I shouldn't yell?" Mrs. Yang demands, already gearing up to go.

"Uh, I'm, about to tell him Daiyu exists."

Mrs. Yang blinks, clearly taken aback. "Wei Wuxian." Wei Wuxian flinches at her tone, oh no. He's in trouble. "Did you not tell the Alpha family you were pregnant?"

"In my defence," because he needed one if he wanted to survive, "their uncle had already told me their family wanted nothing to do with me before he found out I had gotten pregnant. I don't think that opinion would've been changed in my favour. Given we were seventeen, and unmated."

Mrs. Yang hmphs, but nods. "Fine. But if he seems anything less than overjoyed, I'll be having words."

"Yes Mrs. Yang. Thank you." Wei Wuxian says, nodding. He meant it. Mrs. Yang was one of the more supportive parents. Like Granny Wen she had more or less started treating him like family.

It probably helped that her eldest was only two years younger than Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian smiles and then hurries back to Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue as the elder grades started to be let out.

"I'm sorry, do you babysit?" Lan Xichen asks, clearly very confused. Nie Mingjue doesn't seem to be much better.

"Uh. Sometimes." Wei Wuxian shrugs, "Not today." His answer only served further confusion, but he wasn't paying much attention to the pair. Instead to his incoming missile.

"Xian-gege!" Wen Yuan yells, and Wei Wuxian picks up the eight-year old as the boy had launched himself at Wei Wuxian.

"A-Yuan! My, I think you've grown!"

Wen Yuan pouts, "You saw me this morning gege! I haven't grown at all!"

Wei Wuxian shakes his head, "Hmm, nope! You've grown a full inch! I know it."

"No! A-Yuan hasn't grown at all!" Wen Yuan counters, pouting more deeply. Ah, not in the mood to be teased today. Okay.

"Ah, ah yes. A-Yuan is correct." Wei Wuxian agrees, and puts A-Yuan down. "A-Yuan, this is Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue. They're old friends." Wei Wuxian introduces.

Wen Yuan was half through a bored wave when he actually looked at Nie Mingjue and his eyes utterly lit up. "You're so tall!"

Nie Mingjue barely blinked, very used to this reaction, but he seemed delighted at A-Yuan's very prescence. "Yes." Seeing as A-Yuan was practically vibrating, Wei Wuxian gently encourages him, and really that was all that was necessary before A-Yuan was attached to Nie Mingjue's leg and asking a million questions a minute.

Nie Mingjue seemed amused, and politely answered every question he caught.

With A-Yuan distracted, Wei Wuxian looks around the schoolyard for his other charge. Normally Daiyu would be attached to his leg by now. He finally spots her hiding by a tree, or, behind a tree. Her eyes widen when they meet his, and he waves her over. She hesitates, but eventually decides to come over. She walks, and then runs the last little bit, entirely hiding behind Wei Wuxian's legs, peeking a little to look at Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue.

Lan Xichen had frozen.

As expected, given Daiyu's golden eyes.

"Daiyu, this is Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen is your Bobo." Daiyu seemed very doubtful of that, making almost the exact same expression Lan Wangji did when Wei Wuxian had tried to convince him necromancy was a perfectly viable career path. Wei Wuxian would like to be offended. "I'm telling the truth."

"I thought Baba's family didn't want anything to do with us." Daiyu counters, doubt clear.

Ai. Who told her that? They didn't but still. "Who told you that?"

"Qing-jie."

...Ok. Wei Wuxian wasn't going to yell at Wen Qing for telling Daiyu that. Even if he wanted to. He was going to call her a liar.

"Well, she's wrong." Wei Wuxian crouches, turning to pick Daiyu up before standing straight. "It's complicated, and something I'll talk to you about in private. But Lan Xichen hasn't been able to be around until now."

Daiyu narrows her eyes but shrugs, "Fine." She didn't sound fine. But Wei Wuxian was not about to argue with a five year old. Not in public.

"Ok. Lan Xichen, Nie Mingjue, this is Wei Daiyu."

"Hi."

"Hello."

Daiyu looks at Wei Wuxian before responding, "Hello."

Well. This was awkward. And Lan Xichen looked like he was about to faint. "Why don't we go to the park?" A-Yuan seemed all for that idea. A-Yu looked like she'd rather not but when Wei Wuxian put her down she ran with A-Yuan toward the park. Wei Wuxian lead the adults in following after them.

While the kids played at the Octopus park, Wei Wuxian and Lan Xichen sat down at a bench, as Wen Yuan had dragged Nie Mingjue into their game.

"You were pregnant."

Wei Wuxian nods. "Lan Qiren didn't know. I, didn't know, until a week after that argument." Wei Wuxian shrugs, "I took Lan Qiren's words to heart, and didn't contact Lan Zhan about her."

"But you told Huaisang." Lan Xichen states.

Wei Wuxian blinks, "Huaisang doesn't know. I only talk to Huaisang for updates on the Jiang." And other things, but, mostly the Jiang. Once or twice Lan Wangji, but not all that often. He probably wouldn't take it well if Nie Huaisang sent back that Lan Wangji had gotten married.

"You, didn't tell anyone?"

"Nope. You're the first person outside of this town that knows." Wei Wuxian shrugs, and Lan Xichen just, stops. Wei Wuxian worries he's broken him, but soon enough Lan Xichen shakes his head.

"I can't- Apologies, this is a lot to process."

"How do you think Lan Zhan will react?" He's expecting anger. That's what some of the other omegan parents tell him to expect, whenever he considers sending Lan Wangji a message about Daiyu. No Alpha ever takes a pup being kept from them well. That's what they always say.

Lan Xichen's eyes widen, then he winces slightly, "I imagine, you are the not the one to worry about Wangji's reaction." Eh? "I'm sure he'll be happy. Saddened to have missed her first few years, but happy none the less."

Wei Wuxian opens and closes his mouth, trying to figure how to phrase his question before giving up and just asking, "Is he with anyone?"

Lan Xichen blinks and turns to look at Wei Wuxian, confused for a moment before understand dawns and he shakes his head slightly, "No. Uncle has tried for arrangements, but Wangji refuses them all. but I'm certain if you contact him, he'll be happy to see you." (Lan Xichen does not mention that he's rather confident Lan Wangji will immediately run to Wei Wuxian's side and help in raising Daiyu if Wei Wuxian even hints that that is what he wants. That seems a little much for right now.)

Wei Wuxian nods, not entirely believing that, but not willing to argue. "Now I just have to get Daiyu to come around." He did not expect his daughter to be the stickler here. Then again, Wen Qing had made her opinion on Lan Qiren years ago and wasn't quiet about it.

"She's aware of what Uncle said?" Lan Xichen asks.

Wei Wuxian shakes his head, "Uh, my friend, Wen Qing, yeah, that Wen Qing, I'm living with her family, long story, anyways, Wen Qing knows, and she holds very unfavourable opinions about it and she's not quiet about them. So, even if Daiyu doesn't know the full story, Wen Qing has given her enough to go on that she's formed her own, unfavourable opinion." Wei Wuxian shrugs, he couldn't really argue against it. Up until half an hour ago, he was rather confident the Lan's hated him and wanted nothing to do with him.

Now he has to explain a five year misunderstanding to his daughter.

Fun.

“I have to tell Wangji what you just told me.” Lan Xichen states, clearly not looking forward to that conversation.

Wei Wuxian shrugs, “It’s Lan Zhan, he’ll make a displeased face and not talk for a week.” It wasn’t that big of deal. Lan Wangji doesn’t do grudges, not really. At least, he didn’t five years ago.

Lan Xichen’s face was pure pity, which Wei Wuxian didn’t understand but it was gone before Wei Wuxian could formulate a question. “Do you want us around or shall we leave you alone?”

Oh. Wei Wuxian hadn’t considered that. “Um, maybe leave us alone for tomorrow? I guess I can give you my number and, if A-Yu is agreeable you guys can hang around. If it won’t mess up your vacation.” Because, who wants to spend their vacation with their little brother’s ex and daughter?

“That would be wonderful.” Lan Xichen says, pulling out his own phone and letting Wei Wuxian type in his number. Wei Wuxian then texts himself so he’d have the number on his phone too. “We should be getting back, I believe Mingjue wanted to stop by the butcher and they close at five.”

“Yes, they do. Because he needs to eat supper and spend time with his kids.” He kne Changpu, he was nice. Stodgy, but nice.

Lan Xichen nods and stands up, walking over to the playing trio and speaking quietly to Mingjue, he bids goodbye to the children, before the pair start walking away, they wave goodbye to Wei Wuxian, which he returns, and then they disappear.

Then, Daiyu runs up to him, “A-Niang, does that mean A-Die doesn’t hate us? Will he come live with us? Will we see Xi-bo a lot? Are they going to live with us? Like Granny and Uncle Four?”

Fuck.

Upon returning to the cabin, Lan Xichen’s day wasn’t going any better. Nie Mingjue was cooking supper, so Lan Xichen was alone with the decision to call Lan Wangji about Wei Wuxian. Obviously, he would. How much to say though?

Wangji, as it turns out, would make that decision for him.

After exchanging greetings, Lan Xichen barely got out, “So I ran into Wei Wuxian today in the city near where Mingjue and I are vacationing.” Before the call was dropped. Lan Xichen blinked, staring at his phone where it said ‘Call Ended’, meaning Wangji hung up on him. Lan Wangji hung up without a word. Without letting Lan Xichen finish. He was never so rude. He normally at least made a sound to indicate a goodbye. Nie Mingjue laughed at him when Lan Xichen explained why he was so flabbergasted.

Lan Wangji showed up the next morning.

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