I recently re-read green-eyed and I want to ask: is the reason why Max did not get pregnant by Toto for the second time caused by Toto's own infertility? cuz I imagine they're like the same ages IRL as the RPF and Tot's like, 54. Or is it really just coincidental? So the second child is actually George's by chance?
I'm also very curious on George's POV of the whole thing, like why was he so obsessed with Max? Was it love, hate, combination of both? Is it because Max was his father's and he simply had to have him? or the mindfuck of having a step mother that is less than 1 year older (if their ages are still the same) than him?
Also cant wait for the next part of Lestappen red string! Just revisited some of your previous works last night and got curious
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The second child is definitely George's, he and Max had a marathon fuck fest when Toto was away and that is why it is 100% his. Men can father children at old ass ages.
Definitely a love-hate combination, much like George sort of has with Max irl lmaooo. Although unlike in real life the obsession isn't to do with Max's talent but what Max represents. He just lost his mother and now his father has married an omega only a year older than him (yes irl ages apply).
He is furious that he is without an omega and heirs while his father is indulging with some pretty young thing that George thinks should be his. He feels disrespected (and sexually frustrated). With their age gap they would be a good match, but George has to treat this omega as his mother.
Also Max definitely makes fun and is mean to George behind Toto's back lmao. George hates him but he is hot and he wants him but shouldn't have him and is so confuseddd.
Meanwhile Kimi in the background is writing songs for Max on his lute and making him grass jewellery.
Thanks for the ask!
I really love green-eyed and the fucked up family dynamic of three alphas of different ages all obsessed with one omega. psst and of course the dd au where max is with all three without any of them knowing it and whatever kid he pops out is a total pot luck of who the father is
EDIT: now just thinking about the infertility thing and the dd au where max is with them all and thinking about an au where max marries toto but no kids are coming and he's getting terrible scrutiny and humilation so he seduces both george and kimi seperately to try and concieve a son at least from the correct bloodline. Very anne boleyn
EDIT 2: ALSO now thinking of that anne boleyn style au but with the Leclerc brothers and make it lestappen lol maybe max is mated to Lorenzo
Pairing: Kang Yeosang (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: Idol AU, Established Relationship, Angst, Fluff, SMAU; Rating: sfw, NC-17; Warnings: jealousy, woo being a menace, suggestive, allusions to sex; Wordcount: 907
Summary: After finding concert tickets for another group, Yeosang was blinded by jealousy and demanded an explanation immediately. In his fit he came to one conclusion after another - one worse than the one prior. Would you actually have an explanation though?
A/N: @mingsolo brought the idea to the net and obviously I - as well as @daemour and @sanjoongie - immediately jumped on board! So jealous Ateez when you go on a concert... (mine's definitely based on that discussion video!)
Yeosang saw the rolling eye emoji followed by the can’t see monkey emoji as your last response before he put his phone away and turned his attention to his best friend. “You need to leave. Now.”
Wooyoung jumped up from the couch, staring at Yeosang with wide eyes as he screeched in disbelief. “WHAT?”
Yeosang winced at the volume and pitch, even though he should be used to it after years of being Wooyoung’s friend. He unconsciously pressed a finger close to his ear as if that pressure would ease the pain from his eardrum. “Y/N’s coming home soon and if you don’t want to be killed because you opened the mail, you should leave now.”
“What? Where’s that confident guy from a few minutes ago?! You were hellbent on telling Y/N your piece of mind and now you’re kicking me out?” Wooyoung whined loudly, before he quickly leaned forward and grabbed his friend’s phone, opening the messenger app and scanning through the messages Yeosang had exchanged with you.
Yeosang protested weakly, knowing if Wooyoung had his mind set on something, he wouldn’t be able to change it. Instead he simply stood there, waiting for Wooyoung to return his phone.
“Ahhhh”, Wooyoung exclaimed loudly, pointing an accusing finger towards his friend. “Now it all makes sense!”
“Mystery solved. You can leave now.”
“You know that Y/N still hasn’t given you a real explanation though!”
Yeosang’s brows furrowed in thought. He picked up his phone again, scrolling through the messages. “Y/N said…”
“Y/N asked you what there was to explain but didn’t say anything regarding why there were tickets for a different group!” Wooyoung interrupted Yeosang, completely jumping up from the couch and grabbing his shoulders, shaking them almost violently.
You walked into your shared apartment, seeing Wooyoung arguing with a frowning Yeosang. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, leaning against the doorframe as you watched them for a while. Once you had enough of Wooyoung trying to get into your boyfriend’s head, you cleared your throat.
“You still haven’t explained the tickets!” Wooyoung immediately exclaimed as he saw you, ignoring how you glared at him.
“Yeosang?” Your voice was sweet but cold at the same time, making Wooyoung halt in his ranting and nervously glance at his friend, who stared at you with wide eyes. “Be ready to call an ambulance for him.”
“I’M LEAVING!” Wooyoung yelled out, rushing out of the room, before you could even push yourself from the doorframe. “REMEMBER THE EXPLANATION THOUGH!”
“Yah!” You turned around, ready to smack him but the door fell already shut.
“Woo is right though”, Yeosang mumbled, grabbing your attention once more, “you haven’t explained the tickets at all.”
You sighed tiredly and walked over to the couch, plopping down on it and patting the cushion next to you. Your eyes immediately found the opened envelope lying on the couch table, the two tickets on top of it. “I do have an explanation but tell me first why’d you need one.”
As Yeosang sat down next to you, you turned around to look at him, imploring his features as if they’d be able to give you an answer already. He avoided eye contact, his gaze jumping all over the place. “I might be jealous.”
It took everything within you not to coo at him and the adorable pout on his lips. “Have you even looked at the tickets more closely?”
“What do you mean?” Yeosang frowned again, feeling a slight tinge of irritation again as you continued to avoid explaining yourself.
“I’m saying you might know my explanation if you look at the tickets properly.”
Yeosang leaned forward and grabbed one of the tickets, twisting and turning it between his fingers. “I don’t get it.”
This time you couldn’t help yourself but to coo and scoot over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. “It’s your favourite band. I wanted them to be a surprise gift for you but I guess your bestie ruined the surprise.”
Yeosang’s eyes widened and his head turned almost mechanically towards you. “For me?”
You nodded before leaning your head on his shoulder. “It’s been quite a while since we had a date night and I thought this might be something you’d really enjoy. As long as that green-eyed monster only makes an appearance through coloured contact lenses.”
Yeosang chuckled in embarrassment, hiding half of his face behind his hand. He placed the ticket back down on the table before he turned on the cushion and wrapped his larger form around you. “I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions and said some really stupid things.”
You nodded, rubbing softly over his back with your hand. “Yeah, you did. And I still intend on making you pay for that.” You snickered upon hearing his low whine. “Which means no cumming unless I tell you to.”
“Fuck”, Yeosang exhaled shakily, feeling himself twitch already at the thought alone.
You snickered again and leaned back. “Impatient, aren’t we?” You raised an eyebrow, smirking at Yeosang, who nodded shyly. “Well, I can’t wait to torture you the rest of the night”, you teased him, pecking his lips shortly, “so get ready in the bedroom while I wash up.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, eager to follow your commands and hoping to redeem himself after being so openly stupid.
Maybe after tonight he’d learn how to control his jealousy.
