#Maybe i just hang around too many poly people

[ellecdc]

hi! so i was wondering if i could make a request of poly!jegulus x reader fic where the reader goes out to maybe a bachelorette party or smth and gets drunk and james and regulus takes care of her afterwards? if not then no worries! hope you have an amazing day!

thanks so much darling! I love our little Jegulus fics <3

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

poly!Jegulus x fem!reader who they pick up from a bachelorette

Regulus tried to ignore the strobe lights and the booming bass that currently accosted his senses as he pushed through the masses of sweaty bodies and drunk people “dancing” in his mission to find you.

Fortunately he needn’t search long.

Unfortunately, his and James’ appearance elicited blood curdling squealing from the bachelorette party you were currently attending.

The bride (Alice) and maid of honour (Lily) started wolf whistling at the two boys and Regulus was certain it was Marlene who started the chant “take it off!”

Much to Regulus’ chagrin and to everyone else's joy, James actually started lifting his shirt before Regulus pinched him harshly in the side.

“James Fleamont Potter, you keep your sodding clothes on!” Regulus hissed before his eyes finally landed on you.

He ignored what sounded like a petulant “I was only giving the ladies what they wanted” from James as he crouched in front of you.

Regulus tried (and failed) to control his love sick smile as your foggy gaze cleared when you realised who was suddenly situated in front of you.

“Regulus!” You cheered, your mouth hanging open in a permanent smile as if you couldn’t possibly believe he was truly here.

“And James!” James added as he sat beside you on the pleather settee and roughly pulled you into his side. 

“What are you guys doing here?” You slurred slightly as you looked lovingly between your two boyfriends. 

Regulus felt his eyebrows pinch, but James - ever the master of nonchalance - simply pressed a kiss to your hair. “You asked us to come for you, angel.” He explained plainly.

Your eyebrows pinched to match Regulus’ as you let out a quiet “oh.” 

“Well, that was ver-very smart of me.” You declared through a hiccup. 

“Yeah? Why’s that?” James asked as he rubbed your arm and Regulus confirmed that all of your belongings were safely stored within your purse.

“I was just thinking how much I, how much I would like to be home with my boys now.” You admitted in a sigh, letting your head - which seemed to weigh far too much for your neck - fall onto James’ all-too-willing shoulder.

“Awe, you’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you?” James murmured, earning him a snort from Dorcas. 

“Right, you’ve got yourself a real sweetheart there Potter - which one of you taught her how to play poker?” Dorcas sneered, causing James to bark a laugh, you to hide shyly into his shoulder, and Regulus to grin proudly.

“Did you take them for all they’re worth, amour?” He whispered as he encouraged your face from its sanctuary in James with a gentle hand on your chin.

“Of course she did.” James answered for you, blowing a cheeky raspberry over your head at your friends. “She’s an all-star.”

Dorcas laughed good naturedly as Lily rolled her eyes fondly. “That may be; but she’s officially banned from playing with us.”

“Fair enough.” Regulus admitted as he smiled at your petulant pout and helped you stand like a baby fawn in your heels. 

“How’s everyone else getting home?” James asked the other girls as he supported you with a gentle arm around your waist.

Dorcas, Marlene, and Pandora were getting a ride from Barty and Evan, and Lily, Mary, and Alice were getting picked up by Frank.

After far too many hugs and cheek kisses and what looked like the beginning of tears on Pandora’s part as Regulus finally pried you away from the group, you clumsily made your way into the back of Regulus’ waiting car with James. 

“Did you have fun tonight, sweets?” James asked as he ensured your buckle was properly clasped. 

“Oh, yes.” You declared breathlessly; as if being chaperoned to the car, basically lifted in and buckled up was exhausting work. 

The streets were quiet at this time of night and Regulus enjoyed the comfortable silence that came over the three of you as he stole sneaky glances over his shoulder, sharing soft smiles with James at having their girl back.

“What time is it?” You asked urgently; you tone and words suddenly sounding half-sober as you interrupted the serenity of the car.

“It’s almost three, amour.” Regulus answered, peaking in the rearview mirror to see you staring straight ahead and James looking at the side of your face concernedly as Regulus navigated the quiet, lamp lit streets. 

“In the morning!?” You shrilled, causing James to snort a laugh and rub at your hairline with his thumb as he rested his hand at the nape of your neck. 

“Yes, baby. In the morning; that’s usually when the party’s over, yeah?”

“Did I wake you guys up?” You asked far too shyly for Regulus’ liking.

“Of course not, amour.” Regulus responded quickly, which was followed up with a “we stayed up waiting for you” from James.

Regulus heard a disbelieving breath escape your lips, the sound of James pressing a kiss to your hair, and then nothing but the sound of the tires on the road beneath you for a few moments.

Suddenly, disturbingly, upsettingly; he heard a sniffle.

Regulus immediately took his foot off the gas as he looked at you through the mirror to find your face pointed down in your lap and James leaning forward in an attempt to see your face.

“What’s the matter, angel?”

“Do you feel okay?” Regulus asked quickly, worrying you may be sick.

“I feel fine.” You cried quietly; Regulus could just make out what looked like the fall of a fat tear from your eyes where your head was lowered.

“What are the tears for, sweetheart?” James asked again, trying to encourage you to face him which you stubbornly refused.

“Why is she crying, Jamie?” Regulus asked desperately.

He pretended he didn’t see James shoot him an unimpressed look in the rearview mirror.

“Amour?” He whispered which elicited a quiet sob from you.

Regulus - only slightly unsafely - hastily pulled onto a side street and parked the car before he moved out of his seat, opened your door and crouched beside you.

“Amour, please darling. What’s wrong?”

“Do you feel sick?” James asked, still rubbing affectionately at the nape of your neck. You quickly shook your head no.

Regulus was at least a little relieved you weren’t about to sick up on him.

“Why are you crying, mon cheri?” He whispered, moving a lock of your hair behind your ear and tracing his thumb across your cheekbone.

“You guys are so lovely.” You admitted miserably.

“Angel.” James cooed as he roughly rubbed between your shoulders as if trying to ‘shake you out of it’. “You’re crying because your boyfriends are lovely?”

“Yes.” You sobbed and hid your face in your hands.

“Okay, that’s it.” Regulus demanded as he stood and closed your door gently before walking around the car and opening up James’.

“You’re fired. Get out.” He barked simply.

James let out a disbelieving laugh and looked at Regulus strangely. 

“I beg your pardon?”

“You have our sweet girl sobbing back here.” He explained (overdramatically) as he flung a hand in your direction. “So, you’re fired; you have to drive now.”

James couldn’t help the fond grin that took over his face (the kind Regulus loved the most; the kind that resulted in two dimples instead of just the usual one) as he shook his head in exasperation and acquiesced to his new role as chauffeur. 

“Okay amour, that’s enough now, yeah? You had a good night? Lot’s of fun with the girls? And two boys who love you a lot?” Regulus cooed as he took James’ recently vacated seat.

“I know!” You cried and flung your hands into your lap. “I’m so lucky!”

Regulus made an embarrassingly gooey ‘tsking’ sound as James laughed.

“Thank you, but we’re the lucky ones, angel.”

This just caused you to cry harder.

Regulus could have killed James right then and there if he didn’t look so sodding good behind the wheel of his car.

He’d deal with him later, though; for now, he had a sweet drunk lovie to snuggle.

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[minkyungseokie]

Three’s A Crowd II | Pierre Gasly + Kika Gomes

synopsis; pierre and kika are still trying to get the oblivious and feeling denying y/n to realize just how in love they are with her, but y/n refuses to believe it

warnings; poly, gxg, throuple, homophobia, internalized homophobia, hateful family,

mentions of weaponizing religion, questioning someone’s faith, verbal and physical abuse, and disowning a minor

This is not meant to offend anyone. This is singing both me and a couple I know have experienced.

note; not requested

note2; bruh, I had so much trouble writing this and getting it out. I had so many ideas, but no way of excecuting any of it.

Sorry if this isn’t good enough. I tried to put this off until i could come up with something, but I didn’t want to leave ya hanging

Let's ignore the one in light mode. Also, I know people have lives, but the slug like rate F1 fics are being posted concerns me lol.

Autosports Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Pierre Masterlist

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Y/n sighed. She had woken up due to the sensation of needing to go to the bathroom and the room being way too hot, only to find Pierre and Kika wrapped around her as if she were a tree and they were sloths. Well, more like Kika was holding onto her as if she was a sloth and Y/n was a tree, with her arms wrapped around Y/n's neck loosely and her leg thrown over her hips. Pierre was also clinging onto her, but he somehow ended up on top of her, which was why she was in her current predicament.

She desperately needed to pee, but she didn't want to wake them up. She needed the time before they woke up to fully think about how she felt.

She wanted to confess to the couple every minute she spent with them. Her heart told her to confess and finally get the love she had been yearning for, but her head told her no. Her head told her that she was disgusting for liking two people at once, her head told her that she is a homewrecker for liking both of them and possibly breaking them up,, her head told her to protect her heart from rejection and keep the friendship rather than sacrifice it for her selfish feelings.

She had so much going on inside her head that she needed to leave the room right them or else she'd break down and she would rather not have to explain why she's having a random breakdown in the bed.

Y/n managed to get Pierre off of her and wrapped around Kika instead before jumping out of bed and hightailing it to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and wrapped her arms around herself. She couldn't get into a relationship even if she was willing to ruin her friendship. Despite her saying that she was confident and secure in her sexuality, she really wasn't.

Being raised in a highly homophobic environment where she was taught to be a submissive house wife and her brother was raised in the mindset of a toxic "alpha" male. Y/n may have been kicked out because she didn't take in the teachings her parents tried to force into her mind, but she was still raised in a household where being different was disgusting for twenty years of her life.

It was a hard mindset to get rid of without the correct help and, to be quite honest, she never talked to anyone about it other than Pascale Leclerc, who wanted to put Y/n into therapy. If Y/n didn't basically have a panic attack when the therapist tried to pry too far, too fast, things probably would've been different.

Y/n tried to swallow the lump in her throat and keep the tears from exiting her tear ducts. Y/n began to sniffles and furiously wipe her eyes as the tears fell down her face.

Kika stretched as Pierre got out of the bed and put on a shirt, "Where's Y/n?" Kika asked, scratching her head. "Not sure. She was gone when I woke up. Maybe the bathroom since the door is closed." Pierre shrugged, leaning over to kiss the model. Kika stood up and walked up to the bathroom door, "Hey, Minha linda. Are you okay in there?" Kika spoke, knocking on the thick wooden door.

Y/n didn't answer.

"Minha linda?" Kika called out, pressing her ear to the door to see if she could hear any movement or the shower. Kika's heart lurched when she heard labored breathing rather than the sound of water running, "Y/n?! Are you okay? Can I come in, please?" Kika asked worriedly, putting a hand on the doorknob.

Pierre looked over at the sound of his girlfriend's panicked voice. The French man dropped what was in his hand and marched over to his girlfriend's side, "What's wrong, mon cœur?" Pierre questioned worriedly. "I think something's wrong with Y/n. She seems to be in distress." Kika answered, turning back to the door and trying the doorknob.

It was locked just as she thought.

"Y/n? Please let us in. We just want to make sure that you're okay." Pierre spoke up, knocking on the door gently, but there was no answer. Kika put her ear to the door to see if she could hear more, only to hear hyperventilating, "She's hyperventilating. We have to get in there." Kika said, "There's a key right here just in case." Pierre explained, reaching up to grab a key off the doorframe. Kika snatched the key and fumbled trying to put it in the keyhole, "Stop, stop, stop. Kika, look at me. I need you to take a deep breath and calm down. Panicking will not help our Y/n." Pierre soothed.

Kika nodded, taking a few deep breaths. In, out, in, out.

Now calmed, Kika inserted the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door. Pierre grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open, "Oh, shit. She's having a panic attack." Pierre cursed. "I'm going to touch you, is that alright?" Pierre asked, hands hovering over Y/n's body, waiting until he got permission before sitting on the floor and pulling Y/n into his lap with Kika sitting right next to them looking up what to do when one is having a panic attack, "Okay, first step is to remain calm and ask them if they need anything." Kika instructed.

"Do you need anything, mon cœur?" Pierre muttered, holding Y/n to his chest. Y/n shook her head, but her panic attack ensued, "Can you raise up a hand for me?" Kika asked, hovering a hand over Y/n's back. Y/n shakily held up a hand and kept it there until Kika told her to put it back down. Kika had the girl repeat the action until her breathing calmed only a bit.

Pierre took Y/n's head and gently put it on his chest, "Can you hear me breathing?" Pierre inquired, earning a nod from Y/n. "Good, now I need you to try a breathe with me. Just try to copy my breathing." Pierre suggested. Pierre took Y/n's hand, Kika took the other one, and placed it on his chest.

Pierre began to take deep breaths until Y/n began to try and copy, "I'm proud of you. Good job." Kika praised, stroking Y/n's curls, "That's it, my girl. Concentrate on your breathing. Stay in the present." Pierre said. "You can get through this." Kika encouraged, placing a kiss on Y/n's forehead.

The couple continued to praise and say words of affirmation until she stopped hyperventilating, but she was still breathing hard and shaking, "Hey, gorgeous. Can you look at me?" Kika asked, placing her hands on Y/n's thighs, gently stroking them as a form of comfort. Y/n turned and looked Kika in the eyes, "That's my girl. Can you name three objects you see for me, hm?" Kika queried.

Y/n's eyes darted around frantically, "Hey, don't stress yourself out. It's okay. You don't need to search. Just name me the first three things you see." Kika gently ordered.

Y/n nodded and took a shaky breath, "Bru-brush, um, r-ring, and...and, um, shoes." Y/n stuttered, looking around.

"Good girl." Pierre praised, stroking Y/n's arm comfortingly, "That's perfect. You're doing amazing. Now, can you name me the things you can hear?" Kika asked. "Yo-you, the wind, a-and Pierre's breathing." Y/n let out a sigh, "Great, not move three body parts." Kika said. Y/n wiggles her toes, then her fingers, and then her ankle. "That's it. You did perfect, chérie." Pierre praised, "You did so amazing. I'm so proud of you." Kika joined the praising.

Y/n took a couple of more breaths and stood up, "Thank you. For helping." Y/n thanked in a dull voice. "Do you want to tell us what caused your panic attack?" Pierre asked, "It's just...I..." Y/n hesitated, Kika reached over and put a hand on Y/n's thigh again, "It's okay. You don't have to tell us if you aren't ready." Kika spoke, "We're here if you want to though." Pierre added.

"I just started thinking about...someone I really like and I began thinking about my family. They weren't the...they didn't like... they were homophobic and when I thought about them. I thought I was confident in my preferences, but I realized just how much my parents teachings affected me." Y/n explained, "Internalized homophobia, I guess."

Pierre and Kika shared a look, "You're...your parents didn't accept the fact that you liked more than men?" Kika asked, "Yeah, they said that the Bible is against same sex love. Just like all the other Christians who hate the LGBTQ, they use the Bible to "prove" their views. I asked my mother, who caught me kissing my best friend, where in the Bible did it say that loving someone of the same sex and she slapped me." Y/n chuckled.

As Y/n talked, she slid down until her head was in Pierre's lap and her bottom was in Kika's. Kika played with Y/n's shirt while Pierre ran his hand through her hair the best he could but since it was curly, he had to settle for scratching her head. "And then what happened?" Kika asked, urging Y/n to continue, "She allowed me to stay for a bit longer, in the house, but there was constant verbal and physical abuse." Y/n swallowed.

"She thought that if they treated me the way others in the world would treat me, it'd convert me. They tried sending me to conversion therapy, but we got into a fight and I got kicked out. Luckily, the Leclerc's took me in and raised me to be the way I am now. I owe them my life. They're the only family I have now and they've tried to help me, but I refused therapy. I thought I had the right mindset, but now I realize that...I'm not as tough as i thought and the family's tracings did, in fact, get to me." Y/n sighed before realizing she was ranting about problems that they weren't apart of.

Y/n didn't realize just how comfortable she felt around them until she was spilling her past to them. “I just realized I’m trauma dumping to you. I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to hear this.” Y/n started to sit up, but Pierre pulled her back down while Kika gently pushed her down. “Mon cœur, if we didn’t want to hear, we wouldn’t have asked. We care about you. We…we love you and we want to hear things about you.” Pierre said, “The good or the bad. We want to know whatever it is you want to tell us.” Kika added.

Y/n looked into Pierre’s ocean blue eyes before locking eyes with Kika. The couple stared at Y/n expectantly, “What?” Y/n asked, eyes darting between the two. Pierre groaned and Kika sighed, Pierre thought she would get what they meant when he said it, but maybe saying it constantly as friends didn’t help.

They would have to find a way to confess that couldn’t be confused as a friendly gesture.

After getting dressed for the day, the three set off to walk around town. They were planning on showing Y/n around Italy by taking her to their favorite spots. Making sure her hands never left theirs or a hand was on her body at all times, they showed her all their favorite places before stopping at a cafe for lunch.

“Ah, this place is so cool,” Y/n said, swinging their connected hands back and forth, “Yeah? Do you think you can make it home? I know you’ve been thinking about moving to Italy or are you staying in Monaco?” Kika questioned. “Maybe. I mean, my family’s in Monaco, but you and Pierre are in Italy. So far, I think that I’m team Italy.” Y/n said absentmindedly.

Kika and Pierre shared an excited look. “Tonight. We tell her tonight.” Pierre mouthed to Kika, who agreed. They’d be confessing their love to Y/n tonight during dinner.

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Y/n sat on the beach while Kika and Pierre played in the water. She smiled and took some pictures for Instagram and Twitter later, knowing that Pierre would want some for the photo dump he posted sometimes before the next GP. The girl scrolled through Instagram, just looking at whatever her friends posted and looking at reels until she noticed one with her name in it.

Twitter/X when Y/n, Pierre, and Kika look so cute together, but they can't see it.

With the caption reading, 'I don't understand how they can be so obvious and oblivious at the same time.'

Y/n scrambled onto Twitter to find that she indeed was trending alongside Kika and Pierre. Pressing onto the hashtag with her name on it, she read the posts to see what people were saying

Y/n lowered her phone and stared ahead with wide eyes. Had she actually been missing the signs that Pierre and Kika had been throwing her? They were normally super close. Always touching and being super close, so it was hard for her to tell they wanted to be more than friends.

Y/n looked up at the blue sky, trying to think of anything that could've been seen as a hint as that they wanted to be more than friends with Y/n. Nothing came to mind until she started cycling through the things that they usually do with her throughout the years.

The kissing.

Y/n had never had that type of interaction between any of them before this year. She didn’t know when it started, but she knew it just happened one day and she never questioned it. Her forehead, her temple, her nose, her cheeks, her hands, and the top of her head. Now that she thought about it, there were times where they were close to kissing her lips and she just someone hadn’t noticed.

“What’s got you so concentrated?” Pierre’s voice spoke from behind her as he sat down so that she was between his legs, “Yeah, what’s got your attention like that?” Kika questioned, sitting in between Y/n’s legs.

“Ah, it’s nothing. I was just…thinking about stuff.” Y/n waved off their concern, wrapping her arms around the slightly older model while leaning against Pierre. “Are you sure? You looked deep in thought when we came up. We even called you, but you didn’t answer.” Kika said, “Everything is fine. Again, I was just thinking about something. Do you think we can get some gelato?” Y/n asked, quickly changing the subject.

Kika sat up excitedly, “Ooo, gelato sounds perfect. It’s a good idea. Let’s go!” Kika grabbed Y/n’s hand and ran to the nearest gelato shop, “Wait, Ki. What about Pierre?” Y/n asked, looking at the man who was still sitting on the beach with a confused look on his face. “We’ll get him some too. I just wanted to spend some time alone with you, even if it’s just a couple of minutes.” Kika flirted, batting her pretty little lashes at Y/n.

Y/n practically melted in her flip flops.

Now that she has been made aware that the two openly flirt with her, she was going to try and see it. She could now see that Kika tended to use her large brown eyes to her advantage and it always worked on her unknowingly.

“You’re adorable.” Y/n muttered, pinching Kika’s cheeks causing the girl to groan and slap her hands away, “Stop! You’re acting like my grandmother.” Kika whined. The girls walked up to the counter and ordered their gelatos with Pierre getting bacio, Kika getting stracciatella, and Y/n getting lampone.

“Pierre, we’ve got you gelato!” Y/n sung, playfully swaying hips in a weird dance as the two girls approached the man. “What did you get me?” Pierre asked, grabbing the gelato from Y/n’s hands, “Bacio.” Kika answered, “Mmm, lampone is so good. Do you two want to try?” Y/n asked, holding out a spoonful of her gelato out for Pierre.

Pierre stared into her eyes as he took the spoon in his mouth and licked his lips once she took the spoon back, “Cheeky.” Y/n whispered, turning to feed Kika some of it as well.

Y/n decided that if they were really into her, she’d openly flirt with them and let them make the first move. She wasn’t going to take the word of people online and possibly break up their perfect friendship or the couple’s relationship. If anything were to happen, she’d have to let them to do it to make sure that she doesn’t cross any boundaries and make them uncomfortable. “That real is good. Do you want some of mine?” Pierre asked. The trio kept feeding each other spoonful of gelato and making jokes.

Y/n began to feel uncomfortable with how bright the sun was. She reached into her bag and pulled it sunscreen, “We need to put this on. Tans are amazing, but possible skin cancer is not.” Y/n waved the bottle around. Y/n opened the bottle only to have it snatched out of her hand, “Hey!” Y/n gasped, looking at Pierre, “I’ll help you put it on.” Pierre offered. “I’d this and excuse to touch my ass?” Y/n teased, looking at Pierre through narrowed lids, “Who knows?” Pierre shrugged, smiling at the curly-haired girl.

Y/n lifted her hair up so that Pierre could get her neck, “Kika, sit in front of me. I’ll get you covered if you need sunscreen.” Y/n offered, pulling out another bottle of sunscreen. “Yes, please.” Kika crawled in between Y/n’s legs, putting her hair into a bun so none of the sunscreen got into it.

Y/n sat up so that she was on her knees with her legs in an “L” shape. Y/n opened the sunscreen bottle and began applying it to Kika when she felt Pierre’s hands brushing sand off her ass and then sunscreen being applied to her butt and thighs, “I feel like you’re having too much fun touching my ass, Mr. Gasly.” Y/n hummed, “Maybe I am.” Pierre played along, “You hear this, Kiki? We might have to run away together and leave Pierre behind.” Y/n joked as the model laid on her stomach to give Y/n better access to her body.

Y/n sighed, looking through her Instagram feed with a bored expression on her face. Kika and Pierre had gone out to do lord knows what while she stayed in the villa. Y/n groaned, throwing her phone on the bed. Maybe they were were on a date together and that's why they were taking so long to come back.

Y/n got off the bed and grabbed a towel, going to take a shower while waiting for the couple to come back from doing whatever it was that they were doing. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping the towel around her body, Y/n walked out into the bedroom and grabbed her lotion, deodorant, and stuff for her hair. Just as she was about to remove the towel, the door to the bedroom opened up.

“Merde, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were getting dressed.” Pierre cursed, turning so he wasn’t looking at her body anymore, “Shit, you scared me. You’re lucky that i didn’t take off my towel.” Y/n scolded. “Sorry!” Pierre apologized, but he didn’t make the move to leave the room. “Pierre, what’s taking so long?” Kika asked, pushing past him to see Y/n in nothing but a towel.

Kika pulled an outfit out of a bag and tossed it on the bed, “Here put that on and come out when you’re done.” Kika ordered, pulling Pierre out of the doorway and shut the door behind her. Y/n moisturized her body and held up the outfit that was tossed to her. She recognized that this was an outfit that she had bought when she and Kika went shopping together before the trip.

(If you don’t like the outfit, feel free to imagine your own. Just needs to be black)

She didn’t realize she had packed it.

Y/n put on a pair of boots, put her hair in twin buns, and (put on makeup or not. Your choice) walked out of the room to see that Kika and Pierre are also dolled up. Kika in a black mini dress and heels, and Pierre wearing black pants with thin white lines that crossed to male squares and a black button down.

“You guys look good!” Y/n spoke up, grabbing their attention. Pierre and Kika’s eyes scanned her body like they were staring and analyzing a piece of art, “You look amazing, minha vida.” Kika complimented, “So do you! My gosh, your legs are gorgeous.” Y/n said. Kika’s cheeks turned pink, “Oh, thank you. Pierre, didn’t she look good?” Kika asked, turning to Pierre, who was still staring at Y/n, but with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Pierre? Please stop staring.” Y/n said, looking away nervously, “Pierre.” Kika hissed, nudging her boyfriend. Pierre snapped back to attention and gave Y/n and wrapped an arm around Kika’s waist, “You look nice, chérie.” Pierre said, holding out his arm for Y/n to take.

Y/n looked at his arm and reluctantly took it. Even if the people on Twitter were right, Y/n still felt like she was home wrecking their relationship, which is why she decided to let them take control and comes if they really did like her. Y/n cleared her throat, “So, uh, where are we going?” Y/n asked as Pierre led the two of them to his car, opening the door and pushing the seat forward so Y/n could get into the back. “Out.” Pierre amswered cheekily, “But out where?” Y/n questioned as she put on her seatbelt, “We’re just going out for dinner. It’s the last day of our break together before Suzuka.” Kika explained.

Y/n nodded and looked out the window of the car. The only people who were talking were Kika and Pierre, who were mumbling low so she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Y/n was getting annoyed. After rubbing sunscreen on each others bodies, she thought they’d be more open and flirtatious with her, but it seemed like they were just pulling away more.

Maybe the people online were wrong. Maybe they were just seeing things and upon seeing something that wasn’t actually there, they convinced Y/n that the couple had wanted her the way she wanted them. Y/n sighed and looked down at her hands, maybe she was just being…what do the fans call it? Delulu?

Maybe she was being delulu when it came to her relationship with Kika and Pierre. She had an entire panic attack over being in love with another woman and possibly breaking up a relationship and it turns out it might’ve been justified. The woman’s mood soured right then and there. She didn’t want to go out anymore, but remained quiet because it wasn’t their fault she deluded herself into thinking that they’d love her the way she loved them.

“Y/n? We’re here.” Kika spoke, poking her with her mini Kelly, “Oh? Yeah, I’m coming.” Y/n said, trying not to let the emotion she was feeling bored into her voice. Y/n exited the car, ignoring the hand Pierre was offering to her and walked in the restaurant ahead of the couple, “Does she seem upset to you?” Kika asked, “Yeah, I don’t know. Are you sure we should do this tonight?” Pierre inquired. “We should. It might improve her mood.” Kika said.

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It was well into the night and meals were halfway eaten by the time the two were ready to confess. Y/n was just ready to go home because she was tired and didn’t want to continue third wheeling. At the same time, she had no right to be upset when she was the one who deluded herself into thinking they genuinely were interested. Kika wiped her mouth with the cloth napkin before putting it down, "Y/n, there's something we have to--"

"Excuse me."

A new voice interrupted Kika's sentence causing all eyes to turn to the person who interrupted the said woman. It was a gorgeous man with red and black dyed hair, "Hello, can I help you?" Y/n asked politely, "I apologize if this straightforward, but I just thought you were beautiful and wanted to ask if you wanted to come hang out with me." The guy said. Y/n wasn't really interested in him the way he was with her, but she was kind of upset and tired of being the third wheel on this outing, so she didn't see why she couldn't get to know someone new.

The man held out a hand for her to take if she was interested. Y/n looked at the hand and put her hand into his, "Do you guys mind if I go with him? You can make this a date or something." Y/n said, standing up. "It is a date so you can't leave!" Kika blurted, "What do you mean by that, Kika?" Y/n asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Y/n, we just wanted to spend time with you before we all had to go back to our respective jobs. We don't want you blowing us off for some random ass-- person you just met." Pierre spoke, "Then it should be alright if he sits with us, right? And what were you going to say before you changed the word to person? " Y/n questioned. She wasn't trying to be difficult or break up the time they were spending together, but instead trying to take her mind off of the couple and maybe fall in love with someone available.

"Nothing. He was going to say nothing. Y/n, please sit down and let him go. We are just trying to have a nice evening with you." Kika said, "Kika, I understand that and I'm sorry for trying to invite some random dude out of the blue, but I was tired of being the third-wheel. I want to have someone to talk to while you're being all lovey dovey with each other." Y/n sighed, turning to the guy. "I'm sorry, but can we rain check?" Y/n asked

The man pulled a pen out of his pocket and grabbed a paper napkin nearby, bending down and using the table to write something on the napkin, "Don't worry about it. Finish hanging out with your friends and call me whenever. The name's Milo by the way." The guy said, gently placing the paper into her hands.

"It was lovely meeting you." Y/n said, waving as he left. Once Milo was gone, Y/n turned to the couple with a scowl before taking a deep breathe and sitting down. "Listen, Y/n. We didn't mean to ruin your chances at possibly meeting someone you could have a future connection with, but--" "It's fine. It's whatever. I was... never mind. I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling it tonight." Y/n sighed again.

"And that's fine. We are sorry as well. Right, Pierre?" Kika asked, turning to her boyfriend, "No." Pierre answered causing both girl's heads to shoot up, "What?" Kika gasped, "What do you mean by "no"?" Y/n asked. "I meant no. Listen, I'm sorry you feel like the third wheel and I'm sorry you felt like we weren't giving you enough attention..."

"Pierre, what are you..." Kika started

"We actually invited you to this trip because we had something we've been meaning ot tell you..." Pierre continued

"Pierre..." Kika warned.

"We both love you and before you say that you love us too, we love you. As in, we want you to be our girlfrien--" "Pierre!" Kika hissed, hoping to cut him off before Y/n could fully hear him, but it seemed like it was too late. Y/n sighed, "I know that this is a--''

"Finally. I thought I was being delusional." Y/n gave a sigh of relief. The couple shared a confused look before looking to Y/n, "What do you mean by that?" Pierre questioned, "You think I'd let you touch my ass if I didn't like you? I was oblivious for the first part, but something enlightened me and I saw that it was pretty obvious." Y/n shrugged.

"We were trying to make it obvious, but we didn't expect you to actually get the hints." Kika muttered, "I'm oblivious, not stupid." Y/n joked. "So that finally means I can do this." Pierre surged forward and kissed Y/n deeply, "Pierre, we're still the restaurant." Kika said, pulling him back until he let go of Y/n.

"Wow, I didn't expect that." Y/n said, "You guys go wait by the car while I pay." Pierre suggested. Kika grabbed Y/n's hand and lead her outside while Pierre called the waiter so he could pay the bill.

Pierre also ordered a bottle of wine to go before exiting the resturant to see his girlfriend cuddled up to Y/n. Both girls had dopey smiles on their faces and Y/n had Kika's lipstick smeared on her lips, which gave Pierre an idea of what went on while he was paying. "This means you'll take us as your lovers, no?" Pierre asked, "Yeah, of course." Y/n nodded.

Kika cheered, throwing her arms around the two taller people, bringing them into a group hug. "Ah! Amo-vos muito." Kika muttered, burying her head in Pierre's neck, "Je vous aime tous les deux beaucoup." Pierre spoke before Y/n said it in her own native language.

The trio then went home as a newly formed throuple.

I'm sorry I rushed the ending and at one point I had no idea where this was going. I might take this down and rewrite it, but for now, here's you part two

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[ddejavvu]

mvm! maybe poly!maraudeers with a wispy, cute, fae-like reader! mischievous but well meaning, sly and sweet; reader definitely tries to trick one/all into giving their names all the time, so she can keep hardcore courting them and they can belong to each other. its a fae thing, and faes like coveting pretty things :] mainly thinkin abt slyly courting them in ways they absolutely do not notice at first, till like, remus decides to read up and study on fae behaviour, and he has an ‘oh’ moment

cute little tidbits that i love :) - shes notrious for managing to steal away pretty little trinkets, and its well known how much faes love and protect their treasures, so as a courting tactic, she gives (im thinking more along the lines of james) some really pretty blueish seaglass because it matches his eyes! sirius definitely flirts cheesily, saying he can be her treasure/pretty thing, she could steal HIM away, and readers just like.. “thats the plan :]”. another little thought.. she definitely manages to actually, genuinely, physically fluster even sirius sometimes, like, she'll make an offhand comment about like, how cute his babies will be if they get his nose! or his pretty cheekbones! and sirius sits there like :]

okay so we all had a tinkerbell phase as kids right? the animated movies of pixie hollow? well, thats how i imagine reader dresses too, however out of place it may seem - like how adults go disney bounding as their fav character, she`ll do that in public but she still has a very fae-ish outfit and look about her. and i cant begin to tell you how obsessed remus is with this. like, hes got his scars that are usually one of the first things people glue their eyes to, but with you next to him? they focus on the suspiciously authentic bag made of large green leafs, or the numerous flowers braided into your hair constantly, or the way you smell so divine, like lavender and honey, or vanilla and forest wood, or the way your eyes are so captivating that they cant help but feel a pull towards you (fae characteristics <3). on another note, you CANNOT TELL ME that big, sweetheart, ‘sometimes head empty brrrr’ james potter does not stare off into space sometimes, lip between his teeth, eyes glazed over and a bit widened, lazer focused on how your thighs look spilling out of your leaf dress (maybe a dress like tinkerbells - short and earthy and sweet, as a little visual aid :) ) the man just wants to bite, like actually bite the fat and grip your hips with his big hands and let his brain go dead. this phenomenon is made especially apparent when you discover lingerie and how pretty so much of it is!! the sweet lace and the cute cups and theres so. many. designs. you must get opinions all round on every single piece. probably wind up with them all suddenly being marvellously busy though, theyll walk through the door, spot the store bags from victorias secret on the couch, and beeline right back out. they physically just.. cannot. they cant put themselves through that and come out unaffected on the other side.

maybe she gets a bit worried/downtrodden one day and ofc they notice. the issue? “why arent you guys accepting my courting?? am i doing it wrong? its my first time so idk if im doing it right :((“ james definitely was clueless up until this point, no matter how many times both sirius and remus have hinted that shes been doing this, but for some reason, hes the only one who knows how to properly navigate this situation. he, quick as a whip, snags a pair of his old, broken, beaten up glasses and presses em into her hand - an offering, a courting recipricant, a trinket!!! - with the biggest smile on his face. the glasses have so much tape around the middle, one of the legs are hanging off, and the lenses are almost smashed entirely, but one mans trash is another mans treasure :DD readers just like “oh :)) thanks :))”, probably a little breathy and shy but with a beaming smile to match because give the girl a break, its her first time recieving a courting trinket of all things!! its like, the human equivilent of snogging someone before holding their hand!!

i only know little things about fae from stuff ive read in the past, but this is just an interpretation based on common things i can remember about them, if any of it is inaccurate im sorry!

(any time i send any of these little paragraphs in, i dont expect anything in return btw! its mainly just like, emptying the trashcan of thoughts in my head into a space where someone else might enjoy em! like, yk, here u go! read this like its ur a 1950s husband reading the newspaper in the morning! lmao makes no sense but then at least the little imaginations and ideas dont get lost into the world of my brain and someone else can have at em :) )

baby!!! i am not educated enough on fae aus to write one (at least, not yet) so i will be more reacting to this than i am adding to it but let me just tell you that i loved reading it!! i mean it when i say that every time you send something into my inbox i thoroughly enjoy it, i swear you write me your own little fanfictions and they're the highlights of my day no matter who they're about <33333

SGSNDF THEY'D BE SO SMUG IF THEY FOUND OUT THEY WERE 'PRETTY THINGS' TO YOU... they keep all of your little gifts tucked into their pockets except they might need a new home because you're just always giving them more and they can't fit them all in their pockets!!

YES REMUS AND HIS LITTLE FAIRY GF :'))) UGHHH he definitely spoils her with pretty jewelry and things to wear and bags to carry and he'll learn to make flower crowns just for her :'))

SGSDNFNSF YES fashion show!! you twirl around and show off the skimpy little sets you'd bought and everyone needs a very long, intensive cold shower after the fact </33

AWWW JAMES'S GLASSES :')) he blames it on the fact that he's overly sentimental that he even still has them, but he's so glad he never tossed them as he watches your eyes shine and your breath hitch when he presents you with them :') sirius probably gives you a guitar pick of his and remus lets you have a pretty bookmark of his with a little golden tassel on it :')

i want you to know that i fully plan on answering every single ask you send/have sent me, they are always so fantastic and i know i still have a few but i just reread two of them the other day and got all giddy and excited to expand on it so trust me i know there's no pressure but i want to do them anyways!!! seriously you make my day with these they're probably my favorite type of asks to get is like full stories :')) thank you for being so sweet all the time and thank you for sharing your ideas with me!!!!

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[turtletaubwrites]

hello! i have a request if you would be willing to look into it! in chapter 10 of We’ve all Got Needs, the reader says to themself “i will just be everyone’s girlfriend, everyone’s cheerleader,” and that sentence has stayed with me since i first read it and i would love it if you could write maybe like an extension chapter that touches more on that thought? like just the reader being a people pleaser and not thinking of themself until someone gets concerned? i don’t know i just think that is such a relatable feeling for so many people, myself included, and i wish i saw it more in literature. but anyways, thank you so much for reading!

Hi, thank you for the request! And thank you, it means a lot that something I wrote stuck with you! 💜 This is short, and is basically a look at the inside of somebody's head that needs to go have a lay down and focus on themselves. It doesn't have a resolution as I wanted to keep the focus on how the reader is making excuses for her thoughts and actions. I may write a breakdown/resolution if y'all would like to see one.

This SFW one shot is not part of the poly fic We've All Got Needs story, but if it were it would take place sometime after part 10.

Everyone's Girlfriend, Everyone's Cheerleader

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader, Zoro x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1021

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Summary: You're trying to catch up on your responsibilities while balancing polyamorous relationships with the cook, the swordsman, and the archaeologist. Your friend tries to convince you to take a break, but you are too focused on keeping your partners as happy as they make you.

Rating/Warnings: SFW, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Mild Angst, Polyamory, Swearing, Established Relationships, People Pleasing, Some Suggestive Thoughts/Implied Intimate Memories, Reader is Not Taking Good Care of Herself, Guilt, Low Self Esteem

A/N: Please take care of yourselves, lovelies. I heavily relate to these feelings, and it's easy to make excuses. We can't be everywhere all at once, we can't be everything to everyone. Please let yourself breathe 💜

I need some new clothes.

It’s Sanji’s day today, so you pulled on a skirt, feeling a small smile form at the thought of how much he likes it when you wear them. 

Taking your time getting ready, you couldn’t help but notice the tightness around your eyes. 

You had a break day yesterday, but instead of catching up on sleep, you had stayed up late catching up on work. 

It’s worth it. 

Each step toward the galley built your smile as you thought about your three partners waiting to shower you with affection. The heavenly smell of Sanji’s cooking met you before you stepped in the door. 

Passing Robin as you sat in your normal spot, you kissed her cheek, a thrill going through you at her teasing smile.

What should we do on our next date?

The urge to impress your mysterious new lover had started taking up space in your mind lately. She was hard to read, and you ached to keep her affection, to get to know her. 

Then there was Zoro, who wrapped his arm around you, pulling you tight against him. Sighing into his warmth, you thought of what you’d wear during his day tomorrow. 

Zoro really liked those black pants. 

You felt your skin flush at the memory of how he’d pulled those pants halfway down your thighs and… And then Sanji was leaning toward you, setting down a glass of fresh squeezed tangerine juice as his eyes poured over your blushing skin. 

Zoro squeezed his arm tighter around you as Sanji kissed your temple, whispering praise.

“You look gorgeous this morning, ma belle.”

“Hey, Y/N, do you wanna hang out after lunch today?”

Nami’s voice cut through your flustered thoughts. Her head was tilted at you with a small smile, and you felt wracked with guilt.

“I, uh. I’m working with Chopper this afternoon. I have time after breakfast though!”

You really didn’t. You were falling behind on your projects, and still needed to catch up on your monographs from your field work at the last island.

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Nami’s smiling face was lovely to see as she leaned toward you beneath the tangerine trees. You felt yourself laughing with her, but your mind kept planning out how to catch up on everything. 

“Hey, Y/N? You awake in there?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I, uh… I didn’t sleep well.”

Your stomach twisted with guilt, throat tight as she scrutinized you.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine! I’m so sorry, I've been distracted. What were you saying?”

Nami’s eyes rolled up, and she nudged your shoulder.

“Your lover boys need to let you get some sleep, or I’m gonna beat the shit out of them.”

With a small laugh, you felt some of that tightness release, and you smiled at the thought. 

“No, it’s not them. I just stayed up too late last night working.”

Her narrowed eyes cut right through you, and you stilled your fingers as they had started clenching together.

“Well, maybe I’ll have to beat the shit out of you then.”

She gave your shoulder a light punch then, and you gasped, trying to change the subject. 

Nami wasn’t easily distracted.

“So, how many nights do you have to yourself a week?”

“Um, well… Right now it’s Sanji’s night, then Zoro’s, then Robin’s. Then I have a break day.”

Nami’s scowl sped your pulse, you weren’t sure why you were feeling so embarrassed about this. 

“But I can take a break whenever I want, so if I need to I can have more time for just me.”

“Uh huh… So why don’t you take a break?”

Your teeth were clenched as you hoped to hear Sanji call for lunch. 

“I took a break last night, I’m all good.”

“Working all night is not a break, Y/N. I’m starting to worry about you.”

Nami’s tone was soft and serious now, and you didn’t want her to stress about you. 

“I’m okay, really! I swear I’ll take extra breaks if I need to.”

She sighed, head shaking slightly, but Sanji’s voice cut off her reply. 

Lunch left your brain full of Nami’s words, wanting to show her you were okay. 

Maybe I should take a break tonight? That would help Nami feel better, and feel that I’m listening to her. I haven’t been spending enough time with her. 

But the thought of taking a break felt awful. You wanted to spend as much time as you could with each of your partners. The way they all made you feel was incredible, it made you feel so special. 

You wanted to make sure they felt that from you too. 

If I take more breaks, then that means each of them has to wait longer to have time with me. I don’t want them to feel neglected. 

~

“Okay, Chopper. Here’s my list of the best solvents to make tinctures with our most used plants. High percentage alcohol works great for a lot of these, but vinegar or glycerin work better to isolate certain active constituents.”

“You got it! What are we preparing today, Y/N?”

Chopper was already well versed in preparing common medicinal salves and other supplies, but it filled you with pride that your expertise in botany could help him in his studies, and that you could help keep the ship well stocked with necessities. 

I haven’t been helping enough lately.

“I was able to gather elderberries at the last island, so let’s make some tincture. It’s great for-”

“It’s great for colds!”

“Ha, that’s right. Will you grab me the measuring cups? They’re in the cupboard down there.”

~

After dinner, your mind was only on the cook in front of you. The way his eyes almost burned your skin, the way his voice filled the air with the most delectable praise, the way you wanted to drive him crazy. 

And each day was like that. Wonderful. And exhausting. They were yours. And you were theirs.

I’m okay. I’m so lucky. I’m fine. 

You whispered those words to your mirror as your eyes grew heavier each morning. 

I’ll just catch up tomorrow. 

Thank You for Reading! 💜

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A/N: I hope you liked it! I'm so guilty of this, and it's taken a long time to be able to recognize when I'm acting this way. If you're lucky enough to have a friend like Nami, please listen to them before you fall apart. Or maybe just listen to me right now, and go take a break, you deserve to rest!! 💜💜

Buy me a coffee ☕🙏🏼

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[imaginativeavengers]

The Missing Piece: Part Eleven

Description: Living on your own in Brooklyn isn’t an easy  thing. Your work life is awful and your ex-boyfriend is a complete mess.  When you get caught in the sights of two of the most dangerous men in  New York life doesn’t get any easier, but it certainly does get more  interesting.

Summary: It’s time to hear the whole truth. It’s time to make some decisions.

Word Count: 6.7K

Warnings: Smut,  talk of toxic work environment, talk of a toxic previous relationship,  talk poly relationship, talk of disappearance, work anxiety and pressure, slow build, slow burn, mafia AU, mob boss Bucky, mob boss Steve, under 18s dni

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<< Part Ten || Part Twelve >>

“Okay, I’m ready. Ask me whatever you want…” The question hung between you both in the dark expanse of the luxurious car. There were so many questions bouncing around your mind that finding a place to begin was difficult. “I mean it, bunny. I don’t want to hide anything from you. Ask me whatever is on your mind, whether it’s about Bucky or me. I won’t hold back, not from you.” There was honesty in his words; if you had any doubt, the quick glance that Steve threw at you conveyed everything you needed to know.

A question that was so meek and simply slipped from your lips before having the chance to stop it. “Why me?” It was burning in your mind, wondering why they had chosen you to pursue out of all the women in New York City. “It wasn’t ever planned. It wasn’t even our intention to have anyone join our relationship. It was supposed to just be a quick fling in the bedroom.” A frown caught your lips. “Buck and I thought that you were two different people at first. It was just our luck that we both happened to find the same chick in the whole city.” Steve chortled lowly. “We both found ourselves wanting to spend more and more time with you. Sure, at first, we both just wanted to fuck your brains out and move on, but then it became something different for us.” His words made your body completely still, your mind tumbling in many different directions, wondering if you should be offended or complimented by the notion.

“How long have you both been together?” It was a quick segue to change the subject away from the more intimate talk, knowing that Steve would likely rather talk about the lewd things than be grilled. “Uh… it’s been a long time now…” You could see that Steve was attempting to delve back into his memories. “I think that James has always been the first love of my life. Ever since we were teenagers, I didn’t understand why but I just loved him with every inch of my heart.” Steve explained like loving Bucky was as easy as breathing air to him. “Bucky and I had grown up together on the same block, but by the time we got to High School, our lives were being pulled in different directions. Bucky was on the football team, set to be the Captain, making all these new friends, girls hanging off him and going to parties with people like Sam.” So, they had known him for a while too. “I was still being beaten up behind the trash cans.”

It was that final comment which surprised you. There was nothing about Steve that would have made you think he was bullied. “Sometimes I started the fights; I just don’t like bullies.” He explained, and it did feel like a true statement, as he said it with such intensity. “Bucky got them to lay off giving me so many black eyes, but it didn’t change them seeing me as this weak loser,” Steve explained. His words were enough to make you frown, hating that he viewed himself like that. “He’d try and get all his friends to like me, taking me to parties too, trying to set me up with his date’s friend, but nothing changed…” Then he shrugged. “I was convinced that Bucky would just leave too. He’d get fed up with trying to convince people to like me, but he never did. He always stayed.” It was almost like Steve was admirable that Bucky hadn’t ditched him. Maybe that was something to admire, Bucky's utter and unfathomable loyalty.

“I’ll always remember the day he first kissed me.” The dreamy look set across Steve’s face as if falling into the memory all over again. “We were alone in his bedroom; I was doing his geometry homework.” Then rolling his eyes as if it was a regular occurrence for him. “From nowhere, he’d asked if I’d kissed anyone before. I lied and said I had; it was embarrassing to admit I hadn’t. Bucky saw right through that lie. He asked again, and I admitted that I’d never kissed anyone, never asked, never been asked.” You could see the smile creeping across his lips like poison spreading. “So, he did… he kissed me, told me it was good practice.” Then he laughed again and shook his head. “I remember him being good.” You smiled warmly at that. Bucky was good at kissing; you’d had some experience with it. “I remember blushing ‘cause he told me I was good.”

Then he laughed. “After that, we practised kissing all the time. Then we moved on to other things; Bucky would teach me things about my body that I didn’t even know.” A warm smile found his lips. “He stopped going on dates after that too. I really felt like I had my Bucky back. These moments that we were sharing were our perfect little secret. That was until one of his friends caught us in the locker room and called us…” Steve huffed a low noise, not even wanting to repeat the word. “He called us vile names. That was enough for Bucky to just beat him bloody. He broke his jaw and nose; he was virtually unrecognisable by the time Bucky was finished with him. After that, Bucky got himself kicked out of school, away from his college scholarship and any hope of a normal future.”

“Sounds like the guy deserved Bucky beating on him.” You decided, unsure if that was the right thing to say aloud. “I thought that too…” Steve replied evenly. “Just wish that Bucky would have chosen a quieter time to do it.” Then shaking his head. “It would have been easy for him to pull away after that, but he didn’t. He stayed. He always stays.” Steve commented, reminiscing about those times that Bucky had chosen him over anyone else, all those times that Bucky had put Steve first.

Before he had a chance to go further into all those times you spoke. “If you two are so in love, why were you looking to have someone else join your relationship?” “Like, I said, it wasn’t planned, bunny. You just fell into our laps.” He shared a longing gaze with you. “The moment that we saw you in the park.” Steve shook his head. “I knew from there that everything was going to change, I recognised that look in Bucky’s eyes, and clearly, he saw something in mine.” Then he smiled, peeking in your direction before looking back towards the empty road. “I had never imagined wanting to bring someone else into the relationship. I love Bucky; the thought of him moony-eyed over someone else or having to share him used to drive me crazy with jealousy but doing that with you just feels so much different.”

“I can’t say it’s anything I’d ever thought about either.” You reasoned. “Becoming the third piece of a couple or being with my boyfriend and wanting to invite someone else into it.” Then looking over at him. “What changed your mind? Or made you start thinking about wanting something like that?”

Steve then laughed. A whole kind of laughter filled the car, then looked over at you. “It was you, bunny.” He said as if it was as clear as glass. “You were what changed everything. The more time we spent with you, the more we fell for you. It was like we were both falling for you, separate from each other. It made sense to us like we had found something missing from our lives. It wasn’t this grand plan to fool you into our bed, bunny – at least, that wasn’t what it became. We wanted you, the same as we wanted each other, more than we wanted anyone else.”

“But…” You seemed frustrated for a moment, struggling to find the correct words. “You told me just how much you loved Bucky. Do you really think that you could give someone that same love? Or… or you wouldn’t feel jealousy when you’d see him loving someone else that way?” These questions seemed to stun Steve, but he quickly recovered and retorted. “Not if it was you.” The answer seemed to give you a great sense of peace. “Hell, Bucky told me about you two sleeping together; I think I’ve been tested and came out the other side wanting more.”

When Steve mentioned your tryst in the sheets with Bucky, you covered your eyes a little and replied. “I can’t believe he told you about that…” “Oh, we don’t keep secrets from each other; he told me everything and left very little to the imagination.”

The final statement made you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well, that’s good to know that you don’t keep secrets from each other but just from me.” Then looking over at him, a little tempered that Bucky had been so open about your night, but they had held back from telling you the truth for such a long time. “Firstly, we kept it secret for a good reason; if we had both just approached you as a couple, it would have freaked you out, and you would have run a mile. No, doing it that way meant we could build our relationships separately and determine if we had chemistry before fully introducing you to the relationship. It was for a good reason.”

“It blindsided me, Steve.” Your voice shook for a moment with emotion. “What the hell was I supposed to think when I saw you both there? Jesus, I thought you’d both been playing me, or it was some big prank. I already thought you guys were too good to be true. I never thought I would find out that you were a couple. I just didn’t see it coming.” “I’m sorry.” He replied honestly, reaching over to place his hand on your knee. “It was never our intention to make you feel like that. As it became real, we knew we needed to come clean.” You frowned. “If I could have made things right… or done things differently, maybe I would have, but if it had meant that I wouldn’t be here right now, driving you back to the city, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.”

Reaching across, he squeezed your knees again, leading you to rest your hand over his own, appreciating his sentiment. “I wish things could have been less complicated.” He reasoned, shaking his head for a moment. A beat of silence enveloped the car. The word complicated spun around your mind, over and over, until finally, you blurted it out. “It wasn’t the most complicated thing you guys lied about, was it?” It was like his skin turned icy under your palm. “A detective looking into my ex-boyfriend’s disappearance told me that James isn’t the type of man I should associate with and told me he was dangerous; when I asked him, he told me that he is dangerous. What am I supposed to think about that, Steve?”

As Steve attempted to answer, you continued, clearly unfinished with your little rant. “Then he approaches my best friend and tells her he has some security company and can help her with her recent break-in. I thought you guys were in finance or investments, so where has this security company been hiding?” He slipped his hand back from your grip, resting it on the wheel before muttering. “Fucking Bucky…” Clearly frustrated, then looking over in your direction. “Jesus, the guy has the subtlety of a house brick.” Then shaking his head, peaking back at you. “I was hoping we might find a more delicate way to talk about all this shit with you.”

“I don’t know how to…” Steve huffed. “We’re in the mob. Fuck it. We are the mob. Our territory spans over Brooklyn and part of Manhattan.” He said it so plainly that it made a laugh suddenly bark from your throat, looking over as if he’d grown a second head and then feeling that smile fade as you witnessed Steve’s face convey no signs of teasing or banter. “That is what Danvers had meant by us not being the type of people you should associate with. She knows because she’s been trying to send us down for a long time.” You could only blink at him; you’d be lying in those thoughts hadn’t crossed your mind, but you always pushed yourself to remember that this was reality and things like this didn’t happen to people like you. “Bunny, I’m going to need you to say something.”

You didn’t know what would be best to say; you gulped and asked lowly. “Pull over.” “What?” “Pull over. The car. Pull it over now. Please…” You pressed, and in a second, Steve indicated off and pulled his car towards the grassy verge. When it stopped, you clambered clumsily from the car and took in a few deep breaths, wheezing as you pressed a hand to your chest. “Bunny…” His voice came from behind you, pressing a hand to your shoulder. “It doesn’t change anything. It’s just our job.” “It changes a lot, actually.” You replied tightly, looking to the side and watching as Ari – still driving your car home – climbed from the car too, ultimately too large to be crammed into that little junker. “Are you too… are in… do you work with them?” You asked.

A tender chuckle came from Ari, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the bonnet, making the entire front end sink as he responded. “So, he told you…” “You can keep driving back, Levinson. I got this.” He urged, a rough edge to his tone. You wanted to demand your keys back, drive yourself home and never talk to any of them again, but Steve caught your eye line and requested tenderly. “Please, will you let me explain?” Crossing your arms over your chest, stepping back to keep a distance between you two, then nodding.

“Okay, good.” Steve let out a soft breath, glad he had the chance to try and resolve this issue. “Do you wanna get back in the car? I can keep driving us back home whilst I explain.” By now, Ari had wandered to clamber into your car again, turning over the engine and tearing down the street away from you two. “No.” “No, okay. Okay, that’s fine.” Then nodded, moving backwards to lean against the car. He hated that you seemed so visibly closed off from him, standing there with your arms crossed, hands clenched, jaw tight. “I know it must be a lot to have to hear. You can ask me anything; I’ll tell you the truth.”

The silence that drifted across you two was palpable, Steve wanted to rush over and wrap you in his arms, assure you that nothing would be different, promise that nothing from their nefarious world would ever reach you or your family, but he had been in the business long enough to know that wasn’t true. “Listen…” He huffed out. “I know, I know it is a lot to take in and believe me when I say that my job makes up such a small part of me, such a small part of Bucky. Yeah, we hurt people, but those are the type of people that need to be hurt.”

You let out a stuttered breath before hissing. “Did you consider Oliver to be one of those people?” For a moment, Steve remained quiet. You gasped, thinking that was the only answer that you needed, turning away from him. “Did you kill him?” “What? No, no!” Steve blurted out. “No, we just taught him a lesson about respect. It was one that little prick needed to learn.” It was hard to argue with Steve on that point. “I have no fuckin’ idea where that kid had run to, but I promise you that last time I saw him, he was alive and breathing.” Looking back at Steve, you said firmly. “It wasn’t like it was some rash decision we made. The guy was threatening to talk to the cops. We scared him a little. That was all we ever wanted to do.”

“Jesus…” You muttered lowly, tugging your hands over your face. “Please… Please tell me that Bucky had nothing to do with Wanda’s break-in.” For a moment, Steve creased his brow before replying. “Like, I said, Bucky isn’t subtle, but his intentions always mean well. I’m sure… I’m sure he was trying to put your friend's mind at ease, right? That must’ve been scary for her to go through something like that. No one wants to feel vulnerable in their own home.” Steve reasoned with such compassion. “Buck just chose the wrong time to approach the matter. It wasn’t some calculated move on his part for more business. Your friends become our friends, bunny, and we look out for our own.”

Again, it was deathly quiet whilst you attempted to compose your thoughts. “How am I supposed to believe you?” The question slipped from your lips with little thought. The feel of his warm hands was suddenly encompassing your shoulders, drawing you backwards gently, so you were pressed to his chest. “I’ve made mistakes, bunny. I’ve done bad and stupid things, but I have always prided myself on being honest and open, especially with the people I care about.” You could feel his shallow breathing pressing into your back over and over. It lulled your eyes shut for a moment, focusing on his voice. “I’m telling you this, knowing it could drive you away from us forever, but I’d rather you know the truth and hate me than continue to lie and scheme.”

His lips brushed against your crown, letting out a soft breath before whispering. “I know I’m being selfish, but I want you to give us a chance; let us prove that we’re not monsters.” “I don’t think you’re monsters.” You whimpered, turning gently in his strong arms, gazing up into those dazzling blue eyes. “I’m just scared.” He went to talk, but you continued before he had the chance. “Not scared of you but scared of the people that don’t like you. I’m scared for my family. I’m scared of my friends. How do I justify putting them in danger because of my selfish feelings?”

“You need to let me worry about that, okay?” Steve pulled you a little harder against him, you attempted to squabble again, but he brushed you off. “I won’t let anything happen to them.” Your eyes didn’t convey any sense of belief. “I’ll post people in Elba to look over your parents. I’ll have people watch over your friends too. If there is a whisper that something will happen, we’ll hit hard and fast first and make them regret even thinking about it.” There was such guttural honesty to his tone. “It’s my promise to you, bunny. Nothing from our business will ever come back to hurt anyone you love.” His warm hands cupped your face, edging you a little higher so you could feel his breath fanning your features. “We can make you happy.”

Your voice got caught in your throat. “Steve.” “Let yourself be happy, bunny.” He urged; voice so soft that your whole body trembled as those tender lips ghosted over your own. “Be selfish.” You weren’t sure if he was speaking to you or him anymore, but in the next moment, his lips crashed into yours in a feverish passion, searing against your skin, one hand cupping your cheeks whistle the other caressing the back of your head.

In a quick second, Steve spun you and pressed you against the side of his sleek car, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into your mouth the moment you gave him passage. These little groans and grunts were conjuring in his throat, swirling around your mind, making your brain a little cloudy with passion. Just as he tugged back, allowing you to get a couple breaths of air, your eyes fluttered closed, tilting your head back as his lips found your exposed throat. “I want you to be selfish, bunny.” Those dangerous teeth nipped at your jawline, pecking your lips a few times before coaxing you upright again. “Let us love you.” He whispered, connecting you both into another kiss, your mind wholly consumed by Steve and Bucky, wondering if this was something you could consider.

You had always considered yourself just unlucky in love; it never seemed to work out with dates, the guys that would hit on you would never be looking for something more serious than a night between the sheets, and then there was your entire relationship with Oliver that was marred with bad memories. When meeting Steve and Bucky, you thought it was all too good to be true, but you could have never imagined the problems being this life-changing. “You deserve whatever you want in this world,” Steve whispered as he tugged himself away from his lips again, burying his face in your throat. “I want you.” Those three little words slipped out before the rational side of your brain attempted to reason.

Steve made a breathy noise, arms tightly around your frame, moulding you against his body, unwilling to let you slip away at this moment. You hadn’t realised how much you were clinging to him too, arms linked around him, fingers buried into his blonde tresses, just enjoying the weight of him pressing you into the car. You stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. “I’m just scared.” “I know.” He replied, tugging back just a little to gaze into your eyes. “I get it.” Pressing a quaint kiss to your forehead. “Bucky and I won’t let anything happen. Okay?” You nod, wordlessly pressing your head into his chest. “Okay.” He muttered.

A few more moments passed before Steve rubbed your back soothingly and said. “It’s always your choice. We just want to give you all the information. We want all your questions to be answered. If we aren’t what you want, then… then we can understand that because we just want you to be happy, bunny.” Then he gifted you a sad little smile. “You tell me what you want. I can drive you back to your parents, I’ll deal with Bucky, send Ari to watch over you for a couple days just to make sure things are safe, or… or you can keep coming home with me now, you can talk with Bucky, ask him anything and… and maybe decide about if you want to be with us.”

It felt like your mind was being torn in two different ways; you decided to allow your heart to take the lead for a change pushing aside those worried little voices in the back of your mind and replying. “I wanna go home with you, Steve.” That smile on his face grew, relieved that you were still willing to listen to them both at this first hurdle. “You’ve been open with me, but I need to speak with Bucky too.” He understood completely. He popped the door and allowed her to sink back inside before climbing back into the driver’s side.

As they rolled back onto the road, Steve glanced over, watching as you just set your gaze out the window, clearly weighing up all the options, thinking about all the information he had given you. It felt good to get it all off his chest, to be open and honest with you and just allow you to make the decision having all the information.

Every ten minutes or so Steve would glance back in your direction before smiling as he saw your eyes had fluttered closed, sunk entirely into the seat. He understood it was a lot of information to have to take in. Happily, he continued to drive whilst you were snoozing peacefully beside him,

The drive back from Elba was gruelling; it was the early morning hours by the time that Steve parked outside the townhouse. Glancing towards where you were sleeping peacefully in the seat beside him, a loving smile tugged at his lips. A part of him didn’t want to wake you, wondering if you had managed to get any good nights of sleep recently – it had undoubtedly evaded him.

“Bunny…” Then reaching across to place his hand on your knee, gently coaxing you from your slumber as he jostled your knee a few times. “I’m sorry, honey.” He kept his voice calm and low, seeing how your eyes fluttered open and filled with a confused concern before setting on him. “Do you want me to carry you inside?”

The sentiment made you giggle before muttering. “No.” Rubbing your hands over your face to force yourself further away. As you came around a little more, you climbed from the comfort of the vehicle, glancing around the quiet street as most people happily snoozed away in their warm beds. Steve rounded the car from the driver’s side and gestured for you to follow him, guiding you up the stoop and unlocking the entrance door. “Come in…”

In your sleepy haze, you attempted to take in all the little details about their home, noting the elegant coat stand, which had a few different outer clothes hanging from it. Then there was a fresh vase of flowers that decorated a cute centre table in the room. You were sure the furniture in this room alone was worth more than the second-hand pieces that adorned your entire apartment. “C’mon, bunny, let’s get some rest.” He offered, shuffling you inside, all whilst keeping his voice low, thinking that Bucky might have already gone to bed.

Following the blonde through towards the staircase, a click of a light switch made you both stop, suddenly alerted to the presence of Bucky as he lingered in the doorway to what looked like the kitchen. The buttons of his pristine dress shirt were plucked apart to reveal his bronzed chest, and long fingers firmly clasped around a short glass of whiskey; you weren’t sure if you’d ever seen him look more casual. “It’s good to see you, doll.” The sound of his voice made you shudder. Bucky was unsure whether he could approach. More than anything, he wanted to wrap his arms around you, hold you again and make you promise to never disappear again, but the look on your face caused him to remain unmoved. “Steve told me everything…” From behind, Steve chuckled and muttered. “You ratted me out pretty quick, bunny.”

“I don’t like lying.” Your eyes remained trained on Bucky and finally broke to glance over your shoulder at Steve. “I guess that’s something you feel pretty comfortable doing with me.” Crossing your arms over your chest, Steve moved to be standing behind you, resting his hands on your shoulder and sharing a meaningful look with Bucky. “Jeez, you’re a ball buster, doll.” He muttered, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck and then taking a small step forward to gradually close the distance. “Did he mention how much we hated lying to you?” He quirked his brows, placing down his whiskey glass. “Did he say how we were trying to find the best way to tell you the truth?” The gaze you held with him dropped to the wooden floorboards. “Did he tell you that we didn’t want to scare you away?” Bucky’s nimble fingers pinched your chin, tilting your head up and muttering so gently. “We lied, and we’re so sorry.” The words slipped from his lips so genuinely.

You attempted to find some resolve, just trying not to fall for his charm. “H-he told me about your job.” Bucky simply nodded; it was something he knew he’d need to discuss with you eventually. If he was being honest, Steve probably did a better job explaining. Bucky certainly knew that he lacked nuance sometimes when it came to these more sensitive subjects. “Steve has been open and honest with me. So, I need you to do that too, James. I need to feel like I can move forward knowing everything.”

Bucky was quiet, lips pursed and eyes flickering towards you and Steve. “We can do this tomorrow-” Steve attempted to save him, but Bucky blurted out. “I spoke to Timothy Lewinski about hiring you.” You could feel Steve’s hands tightening on your shoulders as if trying to ground you at that moment. “Doll, that fuckwit boss you had treated you like garbage. I just wanted better for you-” “I asked you not to get involved in my career, James.” The use of his given name made Steve fight a smirk, sensing that this fiery side could perhaps rival that similar side that Bucky had. “If I was going to get hired by a company, then I wanted it to be on my own merit and ability.”

“I just put a good word in,” Bucky announced before his brain could chastise himself for fibbing. He wondered if you had reacted better if he might have told you about the bribe, but perhaps it was better to just let that stay his secret – not even Steve knew about the money he had slipped to Timothy. “That was all I did…” Then shaking his head. “Timmy was likely to contact you anyway; I helped move the process along.”

A heavy frown found your lips; the only thing comforting was the feel of Steve’s fingers pressing into your shoulders. “I think we should get some rest.” The blonde reasoned. “It has been a long day, right?” He urged, glancing at Bucky too and nodding his head. “Did you get the room all set up?” They both took steps back from you, allowing you a moment to breathe some fresh air affected by their whiskey-soaked breath or warm cologne. “Oh yeah, even got the finest Egyptian cotton sheets.” Winking at you before turning on his heel and beginning to ascend the stairs, Steve’s hand slipped down your frame, resting on her lower back and edging you to follow.

It was late. Perhaps after a good night of sleep, you might be able to come to some rational conclusion about all this madness. As they led you through their home, you attempted to take in as many little details as possible. The walls were decorated with the finest art; you wondered if they were pieces that Steve had collected through the years of living here. Passing by each room, the doors were elegantly carved and had fantastic shiny golden knobs. You wondered what secrets were hiding behind each door. They both stopped; Bucky pushed the door open and allowed you to take a few steps inside.

It was the most fantastic guest bedroom you had ever seen. Offering a space to stay in your apartment meant your guest sleeping on your bed whilst you took up space on the couch, but Bucky and Steve had a whole other bedroom double the size of your own that they could offer. “Are you going to be comfortable sleeping in that?” Bucky quizzed, gesturing to your loose-fitting shirt and bottoms. You simply nodded, wandering over to a bookshelf and running your fingers across the leatherbound spine. They were all beautiful first editions, and your mind boggled as you speculated if they read these books or if they were there for decoration only. “Did you need anything else, bunny?”

“No.” You responded evenly, finally turning to look at them both. “I’d like some time alone so I can think, please.” They both seemed to nod in understanding. “Try not to think too hard, doll. Get some rest.” He requested, settling his tattooed hand on the doorknob. “If you need us for anything, our room is just down the hall. Just follow the sound of Steve’s snoring.” He jested, causing Steve to bark out a sudden laugh. “Yeah, like I’m the only one who snores.” He bit back and then turned his attention back towards you. “See you in the morning.” Steve winked then, tugging Bucky from the room in the next second, the door clicking shut to signify that you were finally alone.

You didn't move for a few seconds, just keeping your eyes focused on the door they had left through. This all felt so surreal; you wondered how your life had managed to change so much in such a short period. There were still so many questions and worries buzzing around in your mind, from the thought of being in a polyamorous relationship to thinking about the more dangerous aspect of their jobs and how your entire life could be impacted by a tiny mistake.

You sunk into an armchair in the corner of the room, slipping your phone from your pocket and beginning to write down all your thoughts and feelings; writing was where you felt most at home. It was the only sane way they were able to express and process your emotions in a way that you could reflect on and in a way that you could understand. You wrote paragraphs and paragraphs of text, explaining your feelings about Steve and then your feelings about Bucky, the way you felt so scared about their jobs and betrayed by their lies. Then you wrote of the hope for the future, that you could find a way to trust them again, that you could find a way to love two people and how you could genuinely accept both of their love.

Love. You wondered if you could bring yourself to say those little words to Steve and Bucky. Before discovering their lies, you could have seen yourself falling in love with one of them. There was no denying that they treated you very well; each of their dates was so unique, and you showed both of their personalities so perfectly. Clearly, Bucky enjoyed treating you to more extravagant things, whereas Steve liked to share the quieter moments with you.

There was never a point that you felt scared of them, even after what Detective Carol had said about them being dangerous, or when Bucky had confirmed it, or even when Steve had told you the truth. Your rational mind said to you that you should be scared, but the emotional part reminded you that you knew these guys, you’d spent time with them and been alone with them, even shared sincerely intimate moments with them, and they had never pushed you to do anything, they’d never expected too much and always moved at your pace. Yes, they’d lied, but if they had told you the truth about their relationship from the beginning, you probably would have denied them both. Now you were in deep with both, wondering how you were supposed to return to a normal life without them. Maybe you didn’t have to return to a normal life.

You had been unaware of when you had fallen asleep. The armchair beneath you had been too comfortable; resting your eyes for a couple minutes had led to you completely falling into a deep slumber. When you awoke, it was with a hard snort, trying to shield your tired eyes from the blinding sun that poured through the windows. It took you a few moments to adjust to your surroundings, standing on wobbly feet and approaching a mirror, glancing into it at yourself and groaning at your appearance, trying your best to make yourself look presentable.

From the rooms below, you could hear a soft chatter. It was welcoming to be around people. Usually, when you woke up, your attention would instantly drawn to your phone, but instead, you are happy to be around the company. You took a little time to straighten the guest bedroom they had gifted you, slipping your phone into your pocket and then exiting to find the stairs they had guided you up the night before.

As you wandered down the stairs, the voice only grew louder. “… I heard that Nat and Bruce are in the Maldives.” Bucky was speaking, his voice lower and husky with morning gravel. “Do you know anything about this?” “Yeah, I had some idea about it,” Steve answered quickly, sounding a little more awake than the brunette. “We’re dealing with that Rollins situation. I’m doing some searching, but so far, it’s quiet.” In response, Bucky simply hummed.

Following their voices leads you to the kitchen, a beautifully decorated room. You got the feeling that it was really the heart of the home. Bucky was stood there in some comfortable-looking jogging bottoms, sitting at a steaming cup of coffee. Steve looked like he had just returned from a morning run, headphones hanging loosely around his phone and shirt drenched with a deep ‘v’ of sweat down the middle. “Morning bunny, did you sleep well?” Steve asked, realising your presence.

“Uh, yeah.” You replied softly, moving further into the room and hovering awkwardly by the island. “Um, did you?” They both smiled and nodded at you. “Are you hungry? I can make you something. I make killer pancakes, right, Buck? They’re low fat, but they taste just as good…” Your eyes found Bucky; he shook his head, earning a glare from Steve in return. “Or how about an omelette…? Or we have cereal somewhere, I think…” Glancing over his shoulder back in your direction.

Sensing that you were a little overwhelmed, Bucky muttered. “Give her a minute to wake up, Steve. Not everyone is a morning person.” He then used his food to scoot a barstool in your direction. You took a seat and placed your hands on the dark marbled counters. “Do you have any orange juice?” You asked softly, cluttering around the fridge. Steve found a carton, poured you a glass and slid it in your direction. “Sorry bunny, I’m just happy to have you around.”

After taking a sip, you smiled. “It’s actually… nice to be here.” You decided. “This place is beautiful. Did you have any hand in designing it?” They both nodded, which amazed you, but somehow you could understand that this was their home; they wanted every little detail to be perfectly how they wanted it. “It’s amazing.”

“Thanks, doll.” The brunette gifted you a tiny smile, and you took another couple of sips of your orange juice. “I’ve been thinking all night.” You finally decided to say as you placed the glass down. Both looked in your direction, their faces a mixture of worry and optimism. “I’ve been thinking about you… about what you want… about what you hid from me… and about being truthful about it.” You began. It seemed Bucky had wanted to say something but pursed his lips to stop himself from making matters worse. “This is so difficult because there are so many moving parts.” You explained, eyes darting down to the counter before up to both. “I just can’t seem to shake how much I like you both, and that scares me because I… I don’t want to be the reason I put the people I love in danger.”

“Doll…” Bucky let out a soft sigh. “Doll, I promise we won’t let anything bad happen to anyone you love. We look out for our own. Always.” He said, pressing his hands to the counter. Steve had promised that same thing. It really resonated deep within you, nodding your head. “We don’t know what this will be like, and all we’re asking is that you try…”

A few quiet moments took over the kitchen. “I want to try.” They swore that both of their hearts stopped at that moment, raising your gaze and looking at them both. “I want to try.” They rounded the counter, Steve standing on one side and Bucky on the other. “I wanna…” Bucky cupped your face, tilting your head back so that he could capture your lips in a heated kiss. In the next second, Steve’s lips were crushing your own as Bucky’s mouth nipped and suckled at your throat. “Say it again, doll.” He urged breathlessly. You pulled away from Steve, looking at them both and whispering. “I want to try.”

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[gunthermunch]

I hope Garry knows if there was an empty night sky with only one shining star that star would most likely be him and if I’d ever metaphorically give my nose to anyone, it would be him. All in the will. Burn the body (other than the nose that’s for Garry) if the vamps are hangry they can have the last of my blood. I also have bought several homes for him (Garry) to have in the future, I became a certified property owner and real estate expert for Garry and the munches. I also bought jojo a little hobbit hole next to the Munch’s residence. Lucas and Max have a cozy apartment and I’m funding Wolfgang’s finding myself journey. If they don’t live in it it’s okay it’s fine they can rent it out, I bought the whole complex if that helps any. I will be hiding in a bush if gunther and Lilith at some point renew their vows.

I can always count on Garry to be either hanging from the ceiling by talons he’s suddenly grown or swinging off of some light fixture and if he is in someone’s grasp he’s either in his own world, growing teeth/gum to skin or being held up by a most likely flailing limb. I feel like Lilith could do acrobats with him in one hand, like casual conversation no pause no acknowledgement and keep a hold of him while he’s just wilding and having fun. He’s probably a goblin or a little flying chipmunk or squirrel in one’s purest form. He has seen wonders beyond comprehension living in that household and I can only applaud him.

Also, I will wait patiently for Lucas and Max’s return. Once that time comes I’m sure I’ll suddenly learn how to properly and consistently with great skill and eagerness, do roly polys. No I can’t do it at the moment and I don’t think I have any real interest in those sorts of sports and expertise but this whole family makes me feel like seeing max and Lucas’ being in that moment when the time comes in real time. Finally, runs around so happy for them, I will suddenly wake up knowing how to do a roly poly and probably my life will just feel better in general with the knowledge of seeing them connect and grow. No matter what path they take, I just want them to heal and come to be happier and happier. I love the both of them so much and I truly wish the best for Wolfgang and everyone else too.

I hope you have a wonderful break I’m sure this is creatively fulfilling for you and a passion project it goes without saying hopefully but thank you for sharing it. Your love for these characters these people basically at heart is amazing, heart warming and seeing a new post from you is always a little box of care, dedication and magic, they’ve brought many people together I’m sure thanks to your effort in making what you post a reality and I truly thank you for existing, that goes for anyone in the world but I hope this just is a reminder I don’t know how to say it the most accurately but thank you for the munch story for what you share of yourself in general and I hope life’s treating you well. If not I hope you feel better soon.

If this even gets seen by you or anyone else, embarrassing truly I wanna run into a wall cartoon style fall to the ground due to impact, bounce right off of u will, this to the floor, comical hanging tongue out of mouth x’s over eyes u get the picture.

I feel so much passion for someone else’s page/story, maybe it’s the autism speaking but I can’t imagine not being able to atleast recognise the amount and degree of care and passion you put into the munchs/whatever else you may post and feeling genuinely glad and happy to see someone sharing and bringing something of themselves to life with such adoration & attention. I feel like a lot of people feel quite strongly about the munch story regardless of being neurodivergent or whatever their background/certain aspects, but in my case, being autistic myself, something that obviously affects my experience of the world, coming across and delving into the munchs and seeing such joy and drive and visceral love that I always feel alone in, in the community in general but especially the part that uses the sims to tell their stories, has been amazing and made me so grateful for being able to see what you and others share. It makes me want to go on and on which I can and do e.g, but the difference being I feel like I’m seeing possibility and gaining an understanding that I can see and find people similarly interested in storys and lives fictional or otherwise. Being diagnosed recently, it’s made this all fit together in my brain more easily why I felt so drawn to story tellers here lol. Being a lover of story telling, literature, thank you for existing and simply letting others see and be immersed with you. This isn’t my first time on anon here yikes and sorry, I can’t do a tldr for something this long fuck but Thankyou. Rest up! 💕🤞🏼

Lucas and Max poster in my hallway !!

Sorry if this is a lot it’s a bit of personal anecdote I hope I don’t make you or anyone feel inconvenienced or like hurt, the munch’s have always meant a lot and with this new step forward and newer revelations in my life they only seem to grow fonder to me. Peace and love, I hope everyone’s trying to treat themselves more kindly

i ADORE to hear your thoughts always !! and YEAH spins you around really fast yeaheyaheyaheya love the mutual understanding here. glad we are all on the same levels of sickness over them

#ilyilyily #ask #gm reply

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Collateral 🗡️ 3:  I plan to make you mine if you will let me

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader

🗡️ word count: 7.8k

🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+ 

🗡️ warnings: mention of weapons and drugs, possessiveness 

🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin​​ 

🗡️ posted may 2022 | read on ao3

Sunlight floods into the room slowly, and soon it is too bright to ignore, gradually pulling you from your slumber. You roll over and seek out the familiar scent that fills your senses, reaching for the warm body that accompanies it, but all you find is a soft, cool pillow to wrap in your embrace. With a sigh, you slowly open your eyes and find yourself in the large bed alone. 

With a deep inhale and loud exhale, you roll onto your back and stretch your limbs. There is no use laying in bed all day, although you are not sure what the hell else to do. Perhaps Felix or Changbin will be interested in accompanying you on a walk. Although you enjoy Yoongi's pool, you have decided it may be wise to enjoy it after hours when he has sent everyone else home. And anyway, you hear there is an impressive garden on the property.

The rug is soft and warm under your feet when you finally slide out of bed, and you wiggle your toes to enjoy the texture a bit before padding off to your own room. As soon as you open the bedroom door and step into the hallway, Felix stands with a bright smile, and Changbin gives a lazy wave. 

"Morning, fellas," you say with a bow.

"What's on the schedule for today?" Felix asks with a grin.

You shrug. "Maybe a walk around the garden?"

Changbin pipes up, "Which one?" 

Unsure, you shrug; you had not realized there is more than one garden. 

"I'll change and then we'll head out and see what we find, I guess?" you offer, and the boys nod.

Your room is cold but bright, and you sigh when you close the door behind you. Everything still feels weird, and nothing has really sunk in just yet, especially the fact that you live here, in this room, full of your stuff. And, well, many items that are not your stuff. As you open the closet doors, you find that the light is already on, and there is a note on the white marble island inside that simply reads, "I hope the clothing is to your liking.  —NJ" A glance around reveals the clothing, shoes, and other accessories have multiplied, nearly filling the space. 

As you walk in front of the hanging clothing, you find suits, dresses, and casual wear by many designers you have heard of and some you have not. Everything looks and feels like money, and you cannot help but wonder why. If Yoongi took you as payment for his debt, surely spoiling you with such luxury items does not make sense. Unless, of course, it was never about the money in the first place.

You choose not to question it anymore for now and pick out a lavender short-sleeved a-line dress, no-show socks, and a pair of plain white sneakers—you will be damned if you walk around the gardens in any shoes that are prettier than they are comfortable. And, since the property seems to be swarming with people who are not quite used to your presence, you tie your hair back and apply just enough makeup to appear presentable without trying hard. 

Once you are ready, you open your door and peek into the hallway, finding Changbin with a small wooden tray with a banana, some oatmeal, and a glass of water. 

"I don't know what you like," Changbin offers with a shrug, "but you haven't eaten yet, so, here."

Ah, yes, breakfast, something that had not crossed your mind yet. You thank Changbin, take the tray, and sit at your vanity to eat quickly, hardly enjoying it because you are too excited to go outside. Then, once you are finished, you return to the hallway. 

The men escort you down the stairs and through the main hall, toward the front door, and it is there where you see Yoongi sitting on a deep blue crushed velvet chair at the head of a large wooden table, speaking to several men who sit at a matching, oversized sofa. Everything has intricate wooden details and looks like it has come from a different century, like something straight out of a vampire film. 

"Hold on," Felix mutters as he holds a hand in front of you, motioning for you to stop. You are far enough away from the men that you cannot make out what they are discussing with all of their heads leaning forward, overlooking some documents, and when Yoongi spots the three of you standing there, he closes a large file and stands, smiling brightly. 

"Darling!" he calls, opening his arms wide.

You slowly make your way toward Yoongi, and he rounds the table and approaches, standing at an angle that prevents you from seeing whatever else is on the table, and gently places his hands on your cheeks. Yoongi's hair hangs over his forehead on one side, and he wears a deep, blood-red button-up tucked into black slacks. There is shuffling behind him and grumbling, as if the guys are moving things around.

"Did you sleep well?" Yoongi asks. 

You hum and nod, and he mutters, "Good," as he leans and places a soft kiss on your forehead. You would be lying if you said his touch did not set off whole flutters of butterflies in your tummy, especially with the familiar smile and that damn intoxicating scent. 

"We're gonna go look at the garden," you say softly.

"Oh?" Yoongi drops his hands gently down to your shoulders and asks with wide, curious eyes. "Which one?"

You shrug. "I have no idea. We'll figure it out when we get there."

There is something disarming in the way Yoongi studies you from time to time, and he is doing it now. Eyes honed in, just sharp enough to make you feel like he is trying to read something on your face. You wonder what he must be thinking.

"That's the spirit. Be back by three? We have dinner reservations tonight if that is alright with you. There is a place that I would like you to try, and things I would like for us to discuss." 

Anxiety bubbles around things I would like for us to discuss, and you wonder if it is akin to the dreaded we need to talk. Yoongi must pick up on your trepidation and squeezes your shoulders gently. 

"All good things. Trust me, okay?"

You worry your bottom lip and do your best to smile. If Yoongi says not to worry, then you should probably do your best to follow his advice. As his hands leave you, the warmth left behind continues to radiate from your cheeks to your shoulders, spreading through your limbs. You glance at the giant couch to find six curious faces looking back at you and send them a shy smile. 

Since none of them seem eager to introduce themselves, you continue toward the entrance with your boys in tow. As you scan the party, however, you wonder which one is Jimin. 

You are led to the right of the front entrance, down a long hallway, and then to a set of large glass doors that open into a private garden. There is a narrow pathway surrounded by tall shrub walls, leading around the mansion, and when you finally reach the back, you are stunned by the view. 

Large stone fountains pour into pools on either side, some of which are filled with aquatic plant life. There are paths through the center and along the fountains, and you can get close to the stone carvings by taking paths up to different levels of the garden. At the end appears to be a shrub maze and a villa. 

"That's the long way to get out here," Felix mutters. "But I wanted to walk you past Yoongi, so he would know where you are. As you get more adjusted to life here, you will have a little more freedom, but for now, he will want to keep tabs on you."

There is something in the way Felix slowly and carefully chooses his words that makes you nervous, but you try not to overthink it. After all, is it all that surprising that a man who has two men hired to follow you around all day wants to keep tabs on you? Not really. 

“Why are there so many people in the pool during the day?” you ask as you reach the end of the first garden and sit along the outside of the shrub maze. The big statue fountains that line this garden appear to be various gods and goddesses of Greek mythology, and you gaze at Dionysus, who pours a large chalice into the pool below while holding a bunch of grapes.

“Some of them are Yoongi’s actual friends, but others are men and women who pay a large sum to come be in his presence,” Felix says. "Most of them are invited by Taehyung and Jeongguk. They like the chaos of a party, especially when fights break out."

“But…why?”

Felix shrugs. “It's a status symbol to party in Min’s pool. And wealthy people have a lot of time to waste.”

“Even though phones aren’t allowed,” Changbin interjects, “so the only people who know they’re here are the others who are here.”

You nod and accept their answer, but there is something so shallow and silly about it to you. Do these people not have day jobs or families they can be spending time with? Why drink poolside where the host doesn’t even seem interested in joining them? Rich people truly make no sense. 

It is 1 PM when you return from the gardens, and you drop your sneakers on the floor of your closet and throw yourself onto the bed. You still have time before you need to start getting ready, so you decide to lie down for a bit. 

Time flew in the gardens, and the mix of walking in both small and large circles, and sitting in the hot late morning sun, has exhausted you. But the company was great, and it was the perfect way to start a day, all things considered, so you let out an exasperated sigh through a smile. 

You do not remember falling asleep—diagonal, with your feet hanging from the edge of the bed—but that is how you wake up when there is a light knock on your door, followed by Yoongi's voice calling your name. 

At first, you panic, worried that you slept in too late, leaving you with no time to get ready. But when you sit up with a start, muttering that the door is unlocked, Yoongi opens it and sticks his smiling face through, and your worries dissipate. 

"I figured you might pass out after being outside for so long," Yoongi says. "May I come in?"

You nod and sit up, pulling your legs onto the mattress and straightening your skirt over them, and Yoongi enters the room and closes the door behind him. In his hand is a small black box, and he rounds the bed and sets it aside. 

"Look at you," Yoongi mutters with a chuckle, running a finger along the cheek that you had slept on. 

"Blanket indents?" you ask, trying not to sound embarrassed.

"Deep indents." Yoongi's smile grows wider, and your stomach does a little backflip. "You must have knocked out and stayed in that position."

Warmth fills your cheeks, but you grin and play along. "Probably drooled, too."

Yoongi raises his eyebrows as if he is impressed, and he says, "Nice," making you giggle.

Silence falls between the two of you, and Yoongi's finger remains on your cheek. The only thing you can think to do is stare at him—lost in his pretty, dark brown eyes—so that is all you do. The silence is awkward, but not necessarily in an uncomfortable way; however, you are glad when Yoongi pulls his hand away and picks up the rectangular box that he had set down. 

"I hope this is to your liking, and that you will wear it tonight," Yoongi says, handing the box to you, which you take and run your thumbs along its velvet exterior before snapping it open.

You gasp at the sight of the necklace—thick silver Cuban links encrusted in diamonds—and look from the box to Yoongi's face. "Yoongi," is all you manage to say, and Yoongi searches your face as if for a sign of whether or not you like the gift. You nod and fight the urge to cry—which is something you will need to unpack later, because you are not the type to cry over jewelry—and when you look back at Yoongi, he seems satisfied. 

"I will wear black and silver if you would like to match," Yoongi rests a finger under your chin, making you look at him as he speaks. "I prefer semi-formal to formal dress when we go to dinner, but I want you to be comfortable. Don't wear something that will hang awkwardly from your shoulder or that has itchy tulle if you would rather not. You should be able to find something in the clothing Namjoon bought. If nothing is to your liking, we should leave as soon as possible to go shopping."

"Will you suggest something?" you ask shyly, because sure, in theory, you know what semi-formal to formal means, but this is not a world you are from, and you prefer not to want to fuck it up.

Yoongi grins, takes a step back, and holds out his hand. "I would love to."

When you take Yoongi's hand, he gently tugs you off the bed toward him and guides you to your closet. The necklace is still gripped tightly in your fist, and when you enter the room, you set it on the island. Yoongi finally lets go of your hand and makes his way toward the back right side of the space. 

"Namjoon organized everything from most formal—back here—to semi-formal, in the front. And then, on this side," Yoongi turns and approaches the far end on the left, "From business casual to casual. Anything you need for white or black tie events, we will buy bespoke ahead of time."

Yoongi returns to the right side, approaches the clothing about a quarter of the way from the most formal end, and begins to separate the hangers one at a time. You find it endearing the way Yoongi hums to himself while he is thinking, and you spend more time looking at him than at any of the garments. 

“I think you would look great in something that shows your neckline,” Yoongi mutters, then stops on a dress. He turns to you with a mischievous grin. “How do you feel about cleavage?”

You chuckle. "Cleavage is fine."

Yoongi pulls out a simple ruched, off-the-shoulder black dress that appears form-fitting. It looks comfortable and stylish, so you nod, agreeing to try it. Yoongi smiles widely and drapes it over the far end of the island. 

"I'll send someone to do your hair and makeup once you have showered, and then you can try this on and see how it feels. We can always find you something else if you hate it."

You nod, muttering, "Sure," and Yoongi approaches, taking your face gently in his hands to leave a kiss on your forehead. 

"I can't wait to see you in that," Yoongi says in a voice that is deep and inviting, swimming with enticement and maybe a hint of lust, causing goosebumps to break out over your skin. 

Yoongi shimmies around you and exits the closet, leaving you speechless and a bit breathless, and when you hear the door to your bedroom open and close, you give yourself a couple light taps on the cheek and mutter to yourself to snap out of it. 

The man who comes to your room to help you get ready is absolutely stunning, and you stand in the doorway wrapped in a thin silk robe, suddenly feeling very exposed. Although he does not seem to be outright trying to stare, his eyes scan your figure before blinking back to meet your eye line, and you sense something a bit devious in his grin.

"Hello, lovely," he says, and you instantly recognize his voice.

You back away and give him room to enter and notice that he is holding a large black makeup case. He sets it down on your vanity and puts his hands on his hips, studying you and letting out a deep sigh. 

"I'm Jimin," he speaks slowly and deliberately. "I'm in charge of Yoongi's brothels and have an acute sense of what he likes his women to look like while presented to the public. It is my distinct pleasure to help you, today."

Jimin is probably close to Yoongi in height and has short, silver hair coiffed off his forehead and big diamond earrings in his ears. He wears a light dusting of pink eyeshadow and eyeliner on the outer edges of his tear lines to accentuate their beautiful shape. His pouty pink lips shimmer with gloss, and he reminds you of a cute little cherub—which may or may not be dangerous, considering how trustworthy he looks at a glance. And, of course, he is dressed in all black.

"We're just going to do a smoky eye and loosely braid your hair back, away from your lovely face, does that sound good?"

You nod and mutter, "Sounds good," and Jimin stands a moment longer, studying you before dropping his hands and motioning for you to have a seat in front of the vanity mirror. Once you sit, Jimin opens his case and gets to work. 

"There's no need to look so nervous," Jimin says, smiling at you through the mirror. "I'm sure all of this is a lot to take in at once, but Yoongi is a sweetie at heart."

There is something flat and maybe not quite convincing in Jimin's tone—or perhaps it is a hint of playfulness that you are unsure how to decipher, but you choose to ignore it and watch as his nimble little fingers twist and clip your hair back on the sides, away from your face, as promised. 

Jimin makes quick, delicate work of your eye makeup, and when you glance in the mirror, you are impressed. It is a soft smoky look, just enough to accentuate the shape and color of your eyes, and you smile back at him through the mirror.

"Thank you, Jimin," you say, turning to look at him properly. 

Jimin smiles and squints, studying your face, as always, then he sighs—this, too, seems to be a signature move. 

"What a shame Yoongi won’t let me have you, but you would be so perfect for Paradise or even House of Cards as a cocktail waitress. You would make a pretty little penny. Oh well."

There is a sadness to Jimin's tone—or perhaps a hint of longing—though it could also be a playful poutiness, you are unsure. You are sure, however, that discussing the idea of working in a brothel is off the table, and you are not too eager to explain why.

Jimin runs a finger down your cheek and smiles softly, then he bows on his way out the door. You stand and begin to walk toward your closet when you hear a gentle knock, and the door opens a crack. 

"Are you decent?" Yoongi's voice calls. 

"Mostly," you respond and turn back to the door. 

Yoongi stands and roves your figure twice with a grin, then approaches and studies your hair and makeup, using the tip of his index finger to gently tilt your head this way and that. His hair is coiffed off his forehead, and he has changed into a black silk modern hanbok with silver dragons embroidered on the chest. He wears a matching silver thick Cuban chain necklace and dangling silver earrings. Stunning. 

"He did a good job," Yoongi mutters, tilting your head down and then back up. "Although, of course, his muse was already stunning to begin with."

There is a fire in Yoongi's eyes, the likes of which makes your head spin, and his gaze drops to your lips before finding your eyes again. Try as you might to ignore your quickly building feelings, it is impossible. You wish Yoongi would kiss you—wish he would back you into the wall and press his body against yours and slide a thigh between your legs. Yoongi places both hands on your shoulders and rubs down your arms and back up. You know that the touch has your skin prickling—that your nipples are hard beneath the thin, silk fabric—and you keep your hands to your sides, inviting him to notice. 

"Put on the dress for me?" Yoongi asks, tugging his lips into a sharp smile.

You nod, Yoongi drops his hands from your arms, and as he leans against the foot of your bed, you enter the closet and shut the door behind you. The center island has drawers that contain undergarments on the left and jewelry on the right, and you rummage through to find a black strapless bra and sheer black panties. Then you round the island, grab the dress, carefully unzip the back, and step into it. Once your arms are through, you open the door a peek, and stick your face out.

"Will you zip me?" you ask, watching as Yoongi stands from where he is peached on your bed, and makes his way over.

Yoongi opens the door further as you turn, and you wonder if he can see your panties sticking up from the bottom of the unzipped opening. Gently, he runs a knuckle from your nape down the expanse of your back, sending a chill through you, and when your eyes glance up at the large mirror at the end of your closet, you can see him watching you through the reflection. You feel your cheeks warm, and you drop your gaze to the side while Yoongi takes the zipper and gently pulls it up. 

"Necklace," Yoongi instructs, and you reach for the box, gently tug the necklace free, and pass it to him. 

The cold metal against your clavicle makes you flinch ever so slightly as Yoongi drapes the heavy chain around your neck. Once fastened, Yoongi returns his hands to your shoulders and guides you through your closet, to the back, to get a closer look in the mirror. The short sleeves hang snuggly around your biceps, and the dress shows off your cleavage and wraps around your body to accentuate every curve nicely, stopping just under your knee. 

Yoongi leans forward, runs his nose along your neck, just under your ear, and says, "Gorgeous," and you feel your breath come out ragged.

"Th-thank you," you mutter softly and hold Yoongi's gaze through the mirror.

"Are you ready, then, darling? Or would you like to put on more jewelry?"

You hesitate, and Yoongi turns to the island, opens a couple drawers, takes out two silver rings covered in diamonds, then hands them to you. You slide one on your left middle finger and the other on your right pointer, and Yoongi takes your hands briefly to approve of the jewelry; then, he squats down and looks at the rows of shoes that sit beneath the rows of hanging clothes. He grabs a familiar pair of Louboutin heels, stands, and hands them to you.

"Wear flats to the car, if you'd prefer," Yoongi says. "Comfort comes first; just wear these in the restaurant."

Yoongi turns and exits the closet, and you walk around the island to where your casual shoes are and grab a simple pair of black flats. As you exit the room and turn off the light, you notice Yoongi is no longer in your bedroom. You are not sure why, but you sigh with relief. 

Sure, everything has been pleasant and good, and Yoongi's affection seems genuine, but things seem to be moving rather fast, and you are still not certain what you are doing here, or what he wants with you. The talks to you and touches you in manners that suggest he is courting you, but there has never been any clear discussion of what you want. Not that you are entirely certain, yourself. 

As you approach your door, sliding into your flats with the heels dangling from your hand, Yoongi returns in a black knee-length pea coat. You look down at yourself and realize you had forgotten to grab a coat, and Yoongi gently takes you by the shoulders to move you out of the doorway and returns to your closet. When he comes back, your faux fur leopard print jacket is slung over his arm, and he looks you up and down again with a smile, then nods his chin for you to lead the way. 

“Ladies first,” Yoongi mutters, closing your bedroom door behind you. 

Voices come from the main hall, and you correctly assume that they belong to the same six or so men who are always there, always conferring with Yoongi over something, once you are at the bottom of the stairs. When you enter the main hall, Yoongi clears his throat, and all six men stop talking and turn, then stand when you approach. Yoongi places a hand on the small of your back, and you stop in your tracks. The fur from your jacket rubs across your exposed calves, and you lean back a little into the soft feeling.

"I haven't introduced you to my entire family yet, darling," Yoongi says and holds up his hand, pointing to each man with his fingertips. 

"Jimin, who you have met," Yoongi says, pointing to the familiar silver-haired man. You bow your head and say hello to Jimin. 

"Namjoon, who you have sort of met." Yoongi's hand points to a tall man with sharp features and light brown hair grown out in a bit of a mullet in the back. 

"Thank you for all the clothes, and for organizing," You say to Namjoon, and he smiles, revealing dimples, as he bows.

"Hoseok, who you have met," Yoongi points to the familiar dark brown-haired man, and he flashes his sunshine smile. 

"Jeongguk, Seokjin, and Taehyung," Yoongi says, pointing to the rest. All three of the men have overgrown dark brown hair, and Jeongguk’s and Taehyung's seem to fall in waves. They are all quite stunning, each with sharp yet soft features and strong jawlines, and all three bow simultaneously.

"Fellas," you say, looking over the group once more. "Nice to meet you."

Nobody responds, though all but Taehyung and Jeongguk give a hint of a smile, and then Yoongi drapes your jacket over your shoulders and presses his palm into your back, urging you to continue to the front door. 

A wolf-whistle comes from the group of men, and you turn your head to find all but Jimin seated. Jimin stands with his arms crossed over his chest, head cocked to the side, and he says, "She looks like a proper mafia wife." 

And you are not sure you can pinpoint precisely why, but your breath hitches, and you feel incredibly anxious at the thought. 

The restaurant is at some back alley spot tucked deep into one of the more expensive districts with an unassuming exterior. A wooden sign with a hand-painted name hangs above the door in a building that is meant to resemble a hanok. 

The interior is extravagant with rich wood walls, flooring, and furniture, and gold illuminates the space from chandeliers and lanterns. You and Yoongi are led through the main hall, to a private room behind hanji doors, and Yoongi takes your coat and hangs it near the door, then pulls your chair out before taking his place across from you.

"Do you have any dietary restrictions?" Yoongi asks.

You shake your head. "No."

"Good," Yoongi responds, and his gaze softens. "I'll order an assortment then if that is alright with you. Unless there is anything you crave."

You smile and study Yoongi's face, committing his sharp eyes and plush lips to memory just a little more. "I'm happy to try whatever you have in mind."

"Eager to please or just easy to please?"

You can feel warmth flood your cheeks. You hope that dragging your lower lip through your teeth helps you appear less anxious. "I wouldn't say I'm easy...but I am open-minded." 

"I can definitely work with that," Yoongi smirks and cocks his head, then he leans with his elbows on the table. "I am eager to please, and I like a challenge."

A server knocks on the doorframe, and Yoongi bids them entry. You are grateful for the interruption. It takes so little for Yoongi to rile you up and make goosebumps break out across your skin, and although you tell yourself not to get too carried away, it feels impossible. Everything about Yoongi's presence draws you in, and sitting across from him in a private room makes him even more difficult to ignore. 

The server takes Yoongi’s order and leaves, and then another enters with large bottles of soju and makgeolli. Yoongi pours two bowls of makgeolli and slides one to you, and you take a sip, letting the tangy, somewhat sweet carbonated liquid sit on your tongue. A hint of bitterness rounds it out, and you smile when Yoongi raises an eyebrow, searching for approval. 

"It's good," you say, and Yoongi hums, then drinks from his.

Once the two of you are left alone, Yoongi clears his throat and leans with his elbows on the table once more, cradling a glass of water between his fingers. "Your second day in my home seems to have been a good one."

"Yes," you respond, then take a sip. "The garden was gorgeous, and the boys are great company. And Jimin...he was really nice."

"Good. Jimin can be intense, but he is one of my closest friends."

Your gaze falls to the table before you scoff and look back up at Yoongi. "He told me to work as a cocktail waitress. Said I would make a pretty little penny."

Yoongi smirks. "Yes, you would. But the men who go to those places can be a bit sleazy. I would be breaking men's fingers left and right for touching you, I fear."

"Possessive, much?" you tease, and Yoongi cocks an eyebrow and says, "Yes."

You roll your eyes, hoping to appear playful rather than petulant, and lean with your elbows on the table. "I can take care of myself."

"Ah, but what would be the fun in that?"

"That is fun, to you?" you ask. Yoongi tugs his lip between his teeth and nods, and you shake your head. "I'm sure there are healthier ways to have fun, Yoongi."

Yoongi's eyes fall to your cleavage and slowly rise back to your gaze. "There are many ways I like to have fun, darling. Breaking men is only one of them."

Silence falls between you, and Yoongi holds intense eye contact that you do your best not to break. When you both finish your bowls, Yoongi refills them.

"So, the men you introduced me to," you begin, and Yoongi continues. 

"Ah, yes. They are all my right-hand men, to so speak. My family men."

You hum in understanding. "Jimin runs your brothels, Hoseok...drives sometimes...?"

Yoongi shakes his head. "Jimin runs my nightclubs, which double as brothels, of course. Hoseok drives from time to time, but he is my weapons guy." 

That piece of information makes you nervous, and Yoongi continues. 

"Jeongguk is in charge of illegal substances, Seokjin runs my casinos, and Taehyung is a medical doctor. His home, which is on the property, has all of the latest technology, and he has a team of staff on call, preventing us from seeking help from local hospitals."

This is a lot to take in at once, and you do your best not to miss anything he tells you, but you also do not want to pry too much, especially with regard to Jeongguk’s responsibilities. And Hoseok's. Sure, you can imagine what he means, and since he worded it the way he did, it probably would not be wise to press him further. 

So instead, all you ask is, "And Namjoon?"

A soft smile plays on Yoongi's lips. "Namjoon is my right hand and my left. Whatever I need, he can do, and if he can not do it, he can find someone who can. I trust all of those men with my business, I love them like they are my blood, and you could say I trust them with my life. But it is truest for Namjoon."

"Well, his organization skills alone make him an invaluable resource," you joke and drink from your bowl. Yoongi chuckles and nods as he drinks from his own.

When the food comes, you are surprised by the assortment. To start, you are given small bowls of kimchi jjigae, with pork, tofu, and a variety of seafood, along with every banchan you can imagine, with the promise of dessert. Everything tastes rich and delicious, as if it were all cooked in someone's kitchen with the love and care you would expect from a family, at home. You don't know what you want to eat more, so you pick a little at everything, humming and groaning as each new flavor delights you.

"How is it?" Yoongi asks.

Your eyes widen, and you mutter, "So good!" while grabbing another mouthful. Yoongi smiles and continues to eat, making sure to keep your bowl full whenever it gets low and cracking open the soju once the makgeolli runs out. 

By the time you sit back against your chair, surveying the barebones of what was once a meal, you run your hand over your tummy and groan. You admit that you do not think you will have room for dessert, and Yoongi suggests a dessert wine instead. And although you are properly intoxicated already, you nod happily at the suggestion. So far, Yoongi has taken good care of you, and you feel safe getting drunk in his company. It feels nice to let go.

Perhaps it is the alcohol that gives you the strength to blurt, "So...what exactly am I doing?" and you instantly regret asking so candidly. 

But Yoongi does not seem to mind, and he sits back in his chair, and asks, "What would you like to be doing, darling?"

You could come up with a myriad of things you would like to be doing, but you are not sure where to begin with answering that question because you are uncertain where, if at all, the line is drawn between you and Yoongi. After many attempts to form a thought concise enough to express what you want, you resort to asking, "I mean, like, with us. What am I doing?"

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow, and repeats, “What would you like to be doing?”

"Uh—I, uh—"

"Because if you haven't noticed, I have my sights set on you. I plan to make you mine if you will let me."

You swallow a lump that has formed in your throat, and you feel your nervousness rise, along with many other emotions that swim through you, including arousal.

"Is that alright with you?" Yoongi asks, seemingly amused by how obviously flustered you must look.

"Y-yes," you say. "I'm attr—uh, I would like that."

"You're attracted to me?" Yoongi asks, picking up on your stammering.

You nod and play with your lip between your teeth. 

"Good," Yoongi says with a smirk. "I'm attracted to you, too."

And you say nothing more, despite having so much more you would like to say. You think about all the old films and books where the female lead is forced to fall in love with the mafia don, and you thank your lucky stars that Yoongi is not trying to manipulate you into being with him. 

Yoongi is sexy and interesting, and you feel excited about the prospect of having some kind of relationship with him, despite everything else that comes along with who he is and what he does. 

And when the bottle of sweet maeshilju is dropped off, you are already drunk enough to call it a night, but not so drunk that you turn down more to sip. Yoongi’s stares linger longer, and he checks you out more openly, and you spend the remainder of your dinner fumbling through conversation, wondering what his pretty lips must taste like. 

Hoseok picks the two of you up after Yoongi decides he has had a bit too much to drink. You ask what Yoongi plans to do with the vehicle he drove to the restaurant, and Yoongi simply shrugs. 

"I own the restaurant and the men. One of them can use it and bring it back to me." 

In the backseat, Yoongi reaches for your hand to hold, and you allow him to take it, resting your palm open on the seat between you. He rubs his fingers between yours and absent-mindedly plays with your palm while looking out the window. The feeling gives you butterflies, and although it lightly tickles, causing you to flinch, you do not want him to stop, and you smile to yourself as you watch the city go by. The sun has already set, but it is still early in the night, and everything has a nice glow surrounding it, not fully dark yet. 

As you pass buildings, both with unassuming fronts and with glamorous, eye-catching neon lights, you wonder how much of it Yoongi owns—how many men are staffed within the buildings whose orders come from one of Yoongi's family men after they have come from Yoongi, himself. You wonder how many buildings you have been inside are his, too.

"I wanna swim," you mutter with your head against the window, feeling somewhat restless. Yoongi chuckles beside you and runs a finger from your palm up to your wrist and back down again. 

"You can do anything you would like to, darling," Yoongi rasps, voice coming out a little dark and playful. 

You turn to look at Yoongi, and the fire in his eyes is back. His warmth radiates and licks at you, filling you with a blaze of your own, and you try with all your might not to melt. 

"I'm not sure that is wise," you respond quietly, with a dark playfulness of your own. 

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow while his finger draws circles on your palm. "And why is that?"

You find yourself having to look away from Yoongi's intense gaze and instead look out the front window, off to the side, trying to gather your thoughts and not really perceive anything in particular. Why is that, you ask yourself over and over. 

"Well, I feel like, if I am living in your home, then I need to take things slowly and adjust before—" you swallow a lump and turn back to Yoongi, feeling your face burn with warmth. "Before I give in to my many urges."

Yoongi's smirk curls on one side and his eyes pierce through you. You can feel it in every inch of your body, with every hair that stands from your skin, that that is the face of danger.  

"Urges?" 

You grin and wiggle your eyebrows cartoonishly, trying to play the moment off and lighten it up, but Yoongi does not break. It is clear that he is acutely aware of the thoughts swimming around, clouded by arousal, in your silly little head, and he seems to be enjoying it thoroughly. 

Under Yoongi's strong, piercing gaze, you almost elaborate. You almost tell him that you want him, that you are as intoxicated by him as you are by makgeolli and soju and maeshilju. But, thankfully, Yoongi finally sends a soft smile, breaking the tension.

"Of course, I agree that we should take things slow. Which is why you have your own room, and a security detail who I hope are becoming your friends, and people who you can turn to, independent of me and my family men."

Relief washes over you. Although you want nothing more than to feel Yoongi throw you against the wall and make you all his the moment you return to the mansion, you are not sure it is wise to jump into all of that so soon. Sometimes, it is best to acclimate through the shallow end rather than dive into the deep.

Yoongi locks your fingers with his and tugs on your hand, and you lean in toward the center of the seat, meeting him halfway. A hot breath dances across your neck, sending a shiver through you, and Yoongi nudges at your earlobe with the tip of his nose and mutters, "Don't worry, darling, it will be worth the wait."

Your breath comes out ragged, and everything in your field of vision blurs. You tell yourself that you should leave it at that and not stoke the fire any more, but caution be damned as you tilt your head, rubbing your cheek against his nose, touching your forehead gently to his, and muttering, "Oh, yeah?"

Yoongi hums, but it comes out as more of a growl. Your eyelids flutter shut, and you lean your head a little further into his. 

"Did I not tell you I aim to please?" Yoongi asks softly as he rubs just the very tip of his nose along the column of your neck, down under your ear, and back up. He ghosts his lips over your skin, leaving warm breath in their wake, and you continue to breathe harsh, shaky half-gasps. Yoongi must know the effect he has on you, and he chuckles.

"I've hardly touched you, and you are putty in my hands. Just imagine all the power I could have over you, darling."

Sweet, familiar musk floods your senses, and arousal pools, throwing you off your axis. You fight every urge you have to kiss and tease and beg. You knew Yoongi would have this effect on you, but experiencing it to such a degree from so little touch has you reeling. 

"Cat got your tongue, pretty?" Yoongi teases.

You nod and open your eyes, turning your head more to look Yoongi in the eye, down the slope of his nose to his lips. Those lips that you can not wait to taste. Those lips that would look so pretty spit-slicked and swollen. 

"You intoxicate me," you admit quietly. 

Yoongi smiles and cranes his neck to kiss you on the forehead, and the familiar press of his warm, moist lips gives you butterflies. Outside, steel gates open, and Hoseok pulls into the property. It is dark as far as the eye can see, save for spots of light coming from homes in the distance, and a glow behind the mansion from, you presume, the gardens. 

"We can swim if you'd like," Yoongi offers as he undoes his seatbelt, voice back to normal.

"Sure," you respond, sitting straight and unbuckling your own. 

Yoongi rounds the vehicle and opens your door, then he takes your hand and guides you into the house. You had left your flats in his other car, so you do your best not to stumble in your heels, feeling light from the alcohol and from whatever the fuck just transpired in the back of Hoseok’s sedan. 

Once inside, Yoongi takes a knee to help you out of your heels and into your slippers, then carries your shoes in one hand while linking your fingers together in the other. Yoongi's family men are gone save for Jeongguk, and he sends a crooked smile your way as you walk by.

"Everyone leave for the night?" Yoongi asks.

Jeongguk nods. "Joon-hyung placed the report in your drawer."

"Thank you, Ggukah," Yoongi responds, then he leads you through the main hall and up the stairs, handing your heels over when you reach your doorway. 

"Let's change and meet here?" Yoongi suggests.

You nod sluggishly, but your mind and body are still cloudy and buzzing from the car ride, so rather than letting Yoongi's hand go, you toss your shoes aside and pull Yoongi into your room. He chuckles as he lets himself get tugged along, and you lean forward to close the door while pressing your body into Yoongi's body, against it.

"I need to kiss you before I go insane," you whine as your hands snake around Yoongi's neck. You stand on your toes, reach your lips for Yoongi's, and he wraps his arms under your jacket, around your back as he leans in to meet you halfway. Yoongi's lips are soft and warm, and kissing him makes sparks fly, causing you to whine against his mouth.  

Yoongi groans and licks your lips, urging you to part them, and when your mouth falls open with a moan, Yoongi skims his tongue over yours. He tastes sweet, and the way his fingers run up and down your back, over the thin fabric of your dress, you feel yourself begin to unravel and force yourself to break the kiss.

"Fuck," you pant. "We have to stop or I'll need more."

Yoongi hums. "You did just say you want to take things slow."

“I know,” you whine, running your hands down to Yoongi’s chest. “You’re just so fucking hot.”

"The mansion, designer clothes and expensive dinner has nothing to do with it, I'm sure," Yoongi chides. 

And you wonder if, under any other circumstance, you might feel offended by his accusation, but you imagine Yoongi has had his fair share of people use him for his money and influence, and you shake your head as you look at the diamond rings on your fingers. 

"I mean, I like those things to an extent; they're exciting. But it is all so overwhelming, if I'm being honest." You stand on your toes to sneak a chaste kiss against Yoongi's lips, and he smiles. "You're hot sitting in bed with plain nightclothes on, Yoongi. You were hot before I knew who you were, even if your suit was tan and you scared me a little."

"I like that suit," Yoongi pouts. 

"You don't need to flex your money or your home or your restaurant to make me want to kiss you."

Silence falls, and Yoongi studies your face. Then he kisses your forehead and releases you from his hold. "Let's swim, then get some sleep?"

You bite your lip and smile, thinking about how nice it will be to slide between Yoongi's blankets and listen to his soft, steady breathing as you fall asleep. 

"Yeah," you say, "sounds good."

From that cloud number nine Danger starts the sharp incline And such sad regrets Oh, as those starry skies As they swiftly fall

Make no mistake You shan't escape Tethered and tied There's nowhere to hide from me

All mine You have to be

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[melodyschaos]

Can we have more poly web it amazing dynamic!!!

A/N: You people would not believe how many Sapphire Polyweb requests I have sitting in my ask-box assdhfkjdshf it's ok I love them too! Burnout has me in its grippers but I think I can spare some headcanons. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - I imagine the Mayor maintains his normally creepy personality 24/7, which helps him dodge the LBD's suspicions that anything's amiss. He still feels honor-bound to his lady, but it is rather conflicting that he wants to hold you and the spiders gently and give you all kisses. - Does he have a few scrapbooks with wedding ideas? Maybe. It gets boring sometimes when the spider demons are off getting their asses handed to them by the Monkie Crew and you're off busy making sure they don't get completely murdered. - Taking this time to point out that the Mayor used to be an Emperor's Chief of War...and normally in Chinese dramas it's the Chief of War that either makes or breaks an empire by either joining the rebels or defending their monarch until their last breath. Just some food for thought. - In the grand scheme of the polycule I can see the Mayor trying to keep an eye on everyone since, at the very least, you would be upset if anything happened to them. Which is gonna get complicated when LBD's plans finally hit, but I have my theory on how that would shake out! - We don't actually know if the spider demons were necessary for the Bone Mech, so I'm imagining that rather than killing the Spider Demons (as is what we think happened), he probably teleported them to a liminal realm he controls where no one can access without his permission. You, of course, would be brought there as well. The Spider Queen was the trickiest to scoop out of danger, especially with the Lady Bone Demon right there. He had to time the portal to be just beneath the surface of the trigram's contents, there was likely some damage she sustained despite his precaution. - Everyone is still very. Very horrified because from their perspective the Mayor just decided "die <3", which cemented their worst fears about him - They get it, you love him too so he as to be included, but even with months of living with him, going on group dates with him, and having him sometimes hang around the base he still gives them the heebie jeebies - Spider Queen probably had it the worst, she got dragged into the furnace and likely has serious burn wounds all over her body - Sure, the Mayor says he never planned to hurt them, but it's a bit hard to reconcile with just how well he was able to finesse his lady with a straight face - Imagining after LBD was defeated he went to stay with you and the spider demons in his little liminal realm. Probably start trying to make it less liminal and more...habitable. - Imagining a nice three-story home that no one but the Mayor can enter or exit freely (he has to keep you safe after all), but if you look out the windows it's picturesque forestry - Don't mind about food, he'll just bring you some! - "My Lady said she desires a perfect world, but she has not had time yet to see how perfect all of your imperfections are! We simply must give it time, I am sure I will be able to sway her mind."

#lmk #lmk x reader #lmk mayor #lmk mayor x reader #lmk mayor x reader headcanons #lmk spider queen #lmk syntax #lmk huntsman #lmk goliath #lmk spider queen x reader #lmk syntax x reader #lmk huntsman x reader #lmk goliath x reader #lmk sapphire polyweb x reader #lmk sapphire polyweb #lmk sapphire polyweb headcanons #lmk season 3 spoilers

[clementine-kesh]

It's such a struggle to be a Phlox fucker, I'm not even kidding. It's not the lack of hot Phlox appreciation or the other people thinking it's a bit or even the hypocrisy of Quark and Garak being treated as sex symbols (I mean yes they're hot too but you know what I mean) while Phlox is just treated as some funny guy. All of that sucks but it's not what's hardest for me. No, it's the shipping.

I have been trying really hard to find someone to consistently pair him up with in my mind - I have already given up on finding a ship there's actually considerable content for, if you go to Phlox' ao3 tag and go to filter by relationship literally none of the options even involve him which is fucked up if you ask me - but there's always some kind of snag.

(Note from future me when I was finishing writing the rest of this message: I don't touch on every possibility, only ones I think could evolve into any kind of relationship rather than a quick one off shag (thinking of Trip here) so there's not even that many but I wrote way too much, especially on candidate #3)

The first I saw suggested was Archer which, fair enough I guess, but at that point I had not yet met Shran or knew about Shrancher and now that I do it's not like I stopped with the Phlox x Archer but it's just no longer a priority. And yes, you can totally make Archer having two alien boyfriends work, especially since both Denobulans and Andorians are poly by default, but while I haven't seen Shran and Phlox interact yet (and thus could be totally off) I just don't feel like they'd vibe enough to even hang out casually tbh. Again, I do still ship this but pretty low key.

The next option I wanna talk about is T'Pol and I think that at least initially, she's the most "realistic" option and if the show had been twice as long they probably would've been at least teased at some point (in part ofc since it was the 00s and so heterosexuality was the only option but y'know) and the whole "only two non-human crew members" thing adds something that vibes with me, too, but there's just no way you could ever make them work in the long run because Vulcans are just PAINFULLY monogamous and I simply don't think she's willing to break with that. Phlox would off-handedly mention one of his wives and T'Pol would be absolutely seething. This is not a long term ship.

Then possibly my favourite so far is Tobin Dax. Technically it's only beta canon that Tobin was around during Ent (in the alpha timeline Lela died in 2226 (thus presumably when Tobin was joined) which is over 60 years after the end of Ent and there's no alpha info on what he was doing before but in the beta timeline Tobin was definitely already joined by the 2160s and probably quite a bit before) so unless you wanna go with unjoined Tobin (whom we have zero alpha info and as far as I can tell little to no beta info on) you gotta go beta timeline which I know so little about that it's hard for me to daydream about. But at least Phlox and Tobin are said to have met in beta canon tho I don't know if there's scenes of their interactions. I can probably forget about any non me made content too since beta Tobin is already "commonly" (considering it's all beta) shipped with Iloja of Prim who, fun fact, is actually given as Jadzia's favourite Cardassian writer in alpha canon. Anyway, point is I just don't know enough about (beta) Tobin or beta canon in general to generate anything here.

(And I would consider other Dax hosts as well but unless you count the (alpha timeline) three years between Lela's joining and Ent ending there's not much opportunity for this without time travel. I should mention two things here, one: I don't think Lela is one of the Daxes that I'd ship with Phlox and two: I am not strictly opposed to time travel for the sole purpose of PhloxDax and I can defo imagine him with Jadzia, Curzon, maybe Torias and possibly Emony, but it's an extra level of complication that I frankly can't be bothered with if I'm the only one doing it.)

(Also, just for completeness' sake: in the beta timeline we know Phlox was alive at least until the 2260s which would put him parallel with Dax until at least Audrid tho it's very feasible he made it until after her death in 2284, the two subsequent hosts (who as you know didn't make it long) and Curzon's 2285 (again, beta timeline, it's '86 in alpha) joining. There's different lifespans given for Denobulans (about 300y in beta tho, according to memory beta) but even by the shortest I found (which said 170 to 280) it's very much possible since Phlox was born in the 2080s (beta)/generally sometime late 21st century (alpha). But that's just additional info.)

In summary, I may have to read Uncertain Logic (last Rise of the Federation novel to feature Tobin and the one that, based on my research, is most likely to show him interact with Phlox) but it would be difficult as I can no longer read long texts after getting off my ADD meds (which mess with my antidepressants) and thus literally haven't finished even half of a book in about a decade. As I said, the struggle is real. I swear to you I don't set out with the intention of writing a dissertation in your askbox each time, it just happens. I'm sorry.

Oh, also, if you have more suggestions (or better yet: content) for Phlox ships I'd be very eager to listen! Thank you so much for your time!

-Levi

i respect the grindset so much more people should be phloxfuckers tbh. he’s got that jovial mad scientist vibe and is in an open marriage with his three wives like?? the best phlox ship i have for you is ages ago i made a post that included a joke about neelix using a temporal anomaly to moonlight as the chef on the nx-01 and beginning a torrid love affair with phlox which i still stand by. it happened to me. also i know next to nothing about beta canon but conceptually the idea of pairing phlox with one of the dax hosts is very fun

[differenteagletragedy]

I adore your writing you are incredible. I would live for Grim to join the Poly group of the Our Life guys and MC tbh they're all just so cute. Grim and Baxter have my whole heart. One calls us darling n the other calls us sunshine i am DECEASED

Lolll no because Grim has no idea what he's getting himself into with this and I love it.

-- He puts the app on Cove's laptop, little hacker baby, and he's just waiting patiently for his plan to be set into motion. He starts messaging Cove, gets on the first video call with him, everything is going according to plan, then he hears a door open on Cove's end.

Cove: Hey guys, some weird guy hacked my computer, he says he's the grim reaper!

Grim: Mortal, do not --

Baxter: Oh he's adorable, he hacked you, you said?

Grim: I am not --

Derek: Cove, you better shut that down, you don't know what kind of information that guy is getting from you.

Baxter: Why would he shut it down, did you look at this hacker? Cove, if you made an online friend, you can just say that, I wouldn't mind --

MC: Baxter, no. Cove, you know not to talk to strangers online, we've gone over this so many times.

Derek: Oh hey, cool plushie!

Grim: *hangs up*

-- Grim would not want to share anything about his profession or about why he's talking to Cove with any of you, but like, he has to talk to Cove. But when you live with three partners, that's a lot to work around, you know?

-- The first few days are just a disaster, he can't really get Cove alone to talk about anything. Still, he starts falling for him, because it's Cove, how could you not?

-- Cove stays up late talking to him, because he's getting a little crush of his own. Derek is in bed already, and maybe MC, but Baxter will creep in the kitchen with some tea, just really fascinated by the whole thing.

-- When Cove tells you guys that Grim started calling him "Sunshine," that's going to kick things up a notch.

MC: Hey, you're our sunshine!

Baxter: You have to admit though, the sun does shine so brightly that more than just the people in its immediate vicinity appreciate it. Cove's light would be the same way, don't you think?

Cove: *in a puddle whenever Baxter talks like that*

-- Grim coming over with sunflowers, floating in the air. All four of you crowd around he window. He's going to have to come inside for a minute, that's too much.

-- And those few moments are just the absolute best moments of Grim's whole entire life. A little circle of people that all obviously see what he sees in Cove, his brightness and his specialness, and they're all welcoming and interested in him?

-- Grim is in danger.

-- He leaves his work and moves in to the apartment, because what's one more? Everything isn't going to fall into place right at first, like automatically, but he does need a place to stay and everyone is more than willing to help him get out of that line of work that, you know, had him trying to take Cove's soul.

-- Derek is checking in on him constantly, making sure he's ok, that he doesn't need anything. Baxter does his skin routine on him, he wasn't able to pack up all his products when he ran. It's home in a way that he never could have imagined.

#our life beginnings and always #cove x grim #our life poly gang x grim

[ellecdc]

This is my first ever time requesting and i feel a tad nervous about it. Since i don’t know how the whole thing works.

Okay so i've seen in your previous posts that you said you don't write for barty jr as a central character but imma request anyways and maybe just maybe i'm lucky and you do end up writing this request (no pressure tho sweetie)

Basically a Ravenclaw reader x reg x barty. Reader is a total sweetheart but also very witty, playful and sassy in a sweet way. and marauders are also involved in the fic. (Maybe reader is neighbors with James or maybe she's beasties with rem. I don't mind. you decide that.)

Your moonwater x reader one shot was so cute and i’m just craving more of your writing.

Anyways thank you and also if you don’t want to write for barty just replace him with another character or just ignore this whole request. 💗

🤨🤨🤨🤨 I wanted to say no on account of I really don't know that I want to write for Barty BUT....you're just too cute and I love you too much and I didn't want to say no to you on your first request [which: thanks so much for bestowing me with such an honour]. 🤨🤨🤨🤨 cheeky little minx, I bet you did that on purpose 😉

So I present to you, for possibly the only time ever on ellecdc.... poly!bartylus x Ravenclaw!reader

CW: Barty jokes (?) about wanting to kill people - very on brand for him

“Reggiiieeeee.” Barty whined as he walked into their shared dorm room where Regulus had been reading due to the fact that Barty had taken up residence in the Slytherin common room, making reading nearly impossible.

Regulus stifled a sigh and offered a begrudging “yes, my love?” as Barty belly-flopped onto the bed and muttered something (unintelligible) miserably into the velvet quilts.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Regulus asked, deciding to bookmark his place and give his boyfriend his undivided attention (anything less could end up being detrimental to both Regulus and Barty’s safety).

Barty lifted his head with a pout on his lips to look at Regulus. “How mad do you think Y/N would be if I killed Potter and his friends?”

Point proven. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Regulus deadpanned, causing Barty to groan and roll onto his side.

“It’s just she’s always spending so much time with them and they’re all so annoying. And I don’t want to tell her to not hang out with them” (that was a lie; Regulus has heard Barty tell you that the Marauders were 'no good company to keep' well over hundreds of times) “so, I thought it’d just be better if they...disappeared, you know?”

“What have you done?” Regulus groaned darkly, causing Barty to chuckle.

“Nothing! Nothing...” yet. 

“You do realize that your hit list includes my brother, right?” Regulus asked.

Barty looked at him like he was sort of stupid. “Uhm...duh, it’s called hitting two bludgers with one beater-bat. Do keep up.”

“Barty, you are going to scare her away...” Regulus pressed. “...you’re kind of scaring me away.”

Barty’s groan nearly turned into a shriek as he threw himself back down onto the bed in defeat.

“Fine. But when we’re trying to enjoy a nice moment with Y/N and Potter and his cronies interrupt, it will be all your fault.” 

And with that Barty got up and stormed out of the dorm room. Regulus sighed in relief and pulled his book back out.

So, when the three of you were wandering around Hogsmeade (i.e., you and Regulus were walking hand-in-hand whilst Barty followed, balancing precariously on the stone walls of bridges as well as some fences lining various properties (much to the shop clerks and homeowners’ chagrin), pausing to pet every cat he could find and seeing how many times he could skip stones in the pond [the answer was none, he kept throwing them too hard]), Regulus got proven wrong (somehow), and (even more importantly) Barty got proven right when Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus showed up.

“Hey guys!” You called cheerily, and Regulus was almost ashamed to admit that your sweet smile and kind voice cancelled out any chagrin that the appearance of his brother caused him.

“Hello gorgeous! Baby bro.” Sirius called with a wink, causing Regulus to roll his eyes.

“Can I help you four!?” Barty nearly screeched as he showed up seemingly out of nowhere, all but standing directly in front of you like he was trying to shield you from the sight a particularly horrifying broom crash.

“Barty...” You chided jovially, gently nudging him aside. “They’re just saying hello.”

Sirius looked rather chuffed that you had defended them. Regulus didn’t like that one bit.

“Okay, well hello. You can leave now.” Barty shouted.

“Oh, lighten up, Junior.” Remus called with a smirk. “We’re all friends here.” 

Barty scoffed. “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap than be friends with Gryffindor’s.”

“Ew.” Everyone else said in response.

“Come on, my sweet, beautiful, angelic, lovely, smart, wonderful girl. I don’t want you or our beautiful day to be tainted by such scoundrels.” He cooed at you like you were some toddler on the verge of tears from having dropped your ice cream on the ground.

You groaned a little bit but acquiesced, allowing Barty to turn your body in the opposite direction.

“Sorry guys. I’ll see you tomorrow for our study date!” You called over your shoulder, to which Barty quickly counteracted with a “no you won’t!”

“You know, love,” Regulus murmured into your ear, “you’d probably save him a little bit of grief if you at least didn’t call it a date.” 

“Perhaps. But look at him now.” You whispered back conspiratorially. “He’s holding my hand and talking a mile a minute about how much of his dad’s money he wants to spend on us at Tomes & Scroll’s.”

Regulus couldn’t help but smirk at that. 

A Ravenclaw may have been smart enough to come up with a plan like this, but only the influence of your two Slytherin boyfriends would have made you cunning enough to pull it off. 

AN: I don't know how I feel about this one bit

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #barty crouch jr #bartylus #barty crouch junior #poly!bartylus #ellecdc fics #barty gate

[mehbzz]

Hi!! I love your work and your writing so much I was wondering if you could do something with Stu x fem reader were reader is drugged? Np if not, but I'm excited to see what u come up with!!

Stu drugging the reader or Stu helping drugged reader? I went with the first one! This is really rushed and not proof read. It's an idea that I will probably come back to and expand!

18+ but no smut. Poly!Ghostface implied, Toxic/abusive relationship, drugging, hints of potential noncon, maybe a little hint of necrophilia if you squint.

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It was a passing thought, a mild curiosity. One that was born from seeing you drunk and hanging off Billy's shoulder as he and Sid tried to take you home. Just a random passing thought of ‘what would it be like to fuck you like that?’ Warm and wet but limp and lifeless underneath him. A little doll. He could do whatever he wanted, fuck you however he wanted and you’d not be able to stop him.

A passing thought that had been stuck in his head for the past 2 weeks, persistent and growing until he was borderline obsessed with the idea. 

The next time you had been at one of his parties he’d made sure to keep fuelling you up with drink, coaxing and teasing you into more, a little stronger each time until you had been unable to stand without grabbing onto something. He had oh so generously offered to take you home, as he was host and felt responsible for his guests, Billy had drunkenly given him that look, that look that said he knew what Stu was up to but had ultimately shrugged and muttered some comment about as long as he didn't hurt you and left him to it. That indifference was as good as acceptance in Stu’s mind. If Billy was willing to let him do it, then it must be Ok. As much as Stu hated to admit it, Billy could read and understand people better than he could, often giving him a rough push back when he was straying too close to that so called “line”. So if Billy was letting him curl an arm around your waist and half drag you to the door then it can’t have been that big of a deal. But Sid had interfered again, concern and sympathy oozing out of her in a way that made him feel a little ill, bringing you water and helping you sit down as she got Tatum to call Dewey to come take you home.

Was it fucked up? To want your girlfriend still and lifeless underneath you? Billy didn't seem to think so but there must be something wrong with it if neither of them had even mentioned talking to you about it.

Tonight was his second chance, a night of just the two of you. The fantasy now an annoying obsessive tic that he can’t stop thinking about, can’t stop jerking off too. He thinks about it again. You, naked, still and unaware in his bed, just waiting for him to touch you how he wants. You’d probably be upset if you knew what he was thinking. But as he stands in front of his parents medicine cabinet, stares at the many rows of his mom’s medication bottles, he can’t bring himself to care that much. He recognizes the majority of the bottles, some over the counter medicines like aspirin, others he doesn’t know what they’re for but he knows what they do. He’s tried the majority. There’s a couple on the end that have the effects he’s looking for, Ambien, a tried and true classic or Halcion.  He hesitates, the thought that he shouldn’t be doing this lost as he considers which pill would be the best.

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He stirs the hot chocolate slowly, pushing his own mug away and sparing a quick glance towards the kitchen door as he pulls the pills from his pocket. Eyeing the three little pills in his palm before crushing them under the teaspoon until they are a fine white powder. Is that too much? He shrugs to himself, adding the crushed pills into your drink. Better safe than sorry. Maybe a little stronger than the recommended dose, but it shouldn’t kill you. He’s tempted to take a sip, just to see if he can taste it but he doesn’t. He wants to be fully awake for this.

A few moments later Stu returned to the living room with the two mugs in his hands. “Hope this tastes ok, I know Billy is the hot cocoa king but I tried.” He tries not to stare as he sits down, eyes flitting to the mug in your hand as you took a sip. Excitement growing in his gut as you give him a happy grin and swallow.

“Not bad, a little sweet but-,” You take another sip and his cock twitches. “I grant you the title of Hot Cocoa Prince.”

“Ohhhh shame he’s not here to hear that. I’m coming for your crown Billy boy.” He says, watching you giggle as you drink. Something warm and syrupy tugging at his heart, he loves making you laugh.

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It happens quicker than he was expecting. Only just half way through the movie and you had slowly slumped over, falling asleep on his shoulder.

“Hey, lazybones,” He kept his voice low, but when you don’t respond he reaches up to stroke a finger over your cheek, indecision crawling in his gut.

You look so small, so vulnerable. He could do anything to you right now; he could kill you right now. That thought makes him go cold and he shuts it down, ignoring it before it can grow as he sits up, shifting awkwardly out from under you and letting you slump back down onto the sofa. He murmurs your name as he trails his fingers down along the column of your throat, and then a little louder when you don’t respond. You don’t even respond when he curls a hand around your throat, you make no movement at all, no sound.  His fingers flex, tightening around you just once, just quickly, his knuckles turning white for a brief second before he lets go. Maybe doing this without Billy here was a bad idea. He has to tear his gaze away from the rapidly fading red marks of his fingers before he gives into the temptation to do it again.

Stu leaned in and brushed his lips over yours, quickly, a test almost before he stops. Pulling back to sit on his heels as he watches your face. Indecision and restlessness muddling his thoughts. Should he? Shouldn’t he? It’s not as fun as he had imagined, he hates the silence. He misses your moans and whimpers, the flashes of anger and annoyance when he pushes you too much.  It’s oddly disappointing but, he slides a hand between his legs to palm himself, he’s still hard. He sits, staring at your face as he debates his options. He could, you’d never know, could tempt you into a early morning fuck before you were awake enough to realise you were already wet and sore, and he still really wants to know what it would feel like. Or he could phone Tatum, leave you here to sleep it off while he goes and gets his rocks off elsewhere. But, his hand leaves his cock to poke you softly on the nose, you do look absolutely adorable. He kind of wants to crawl back on to the couch and tug you back into his arms, finish the rest of the movie and fall asleep with you. He sighs, propping his head up on his hand, crossing his legs as he stares at you, and thinks.

#stu macher #poly!ghostface #scream 1996 #stu macher x reader

[amielxxxangel]

Can you do a cute poly one of robin reader and vance? Basically where they go to the skate rink or are riding there bikes then reader falls and they help fix them up? (Idl if that made sense :,))

Ok so this is kind of funny because it was an accident that they sent this to me but I liked the idea enough that I’m writing a story with their oc kas and her boyfriends robin and vance. Thank you @kas-the-crime-obsessed-bat for letting me do this lol😂 also it’s my first time actually writing I’m sorry if it’s not that great. Also I might do more with either requests or my own stories wit black phone ships and maybe even with my own oc but who knows. Anyways onto the story!!!

Roller skate dates

Robin x Vance x oc (Kas)

Kas Vace and Robin decide to go to the nearest roller skating rink but things don’t go to well for Kas luckily for her she has her boyfriends there to take care of her

As much as Kas and Vance loved their boyfriend Robin they were completely regretting agreeing with his idea of a date at the nearest roller rink in their town. It was mainly due to the fact that it was only robin that properly knew how to skate while Kas and Vance didn’t, that and the fact that there were too many people in the rink. It was just a waiting game on when either Vance and Kas hurt themselves or someone else in there.

They were both outside the rink staring at Robin roller skating around and passing other skaters, both were so in love with the boy wearing the bandana they didn’t notice him stop by in front of them “so when are you guys stop looking at me all love struck and actually skate with me?” He asked as he got near the blonde and brunette breaking them from their thoughts “shut the fuck up, and I’ll get in when most of these fuckers leave the rink” Vance replied with a huff causing Robin and Kas to let out a small laugh.

“I doubt that’s gonna happen any time soon” Kas said as she continued to look at the rink filled with other skaters. “We might as well have fun” she continued finally going inside the rink grabbing Robin by his hand “c’mon vance” Kas gestured towards vance.

“Fuck that I’ll just stay here” he replied back resting his arms on his chest glaring at the other skaters “alright then” both Kas and Robin reply back at Vance rolling their eyes.

Even if Kas hated having to be surrounded by other people and constantly tripping and almost falling seeing the sight of Robin laughing at her almost tripping and him holding her hand guiding her, it made her felt warm inside, but she’ll definitely never admit to it.

Kas was so preoccupied with staring at robin and trying her hardest not to blush that she forgot that she can’t properly skate, until it reminded her. It reminded her by making her trip on herself and fall face first on the ground hitting the floor with a loud thud.

“Shit are you ok mi Amor?” she heard Robin ask, it was really faint, she didn’t even notice Vance trying his best to make his way to both of them due to everything being blurry “fuck are you alright?” Vance asked as he was finally able to get near you two.

Vance and Robin helped Kas get up to her feet and dusting her off, “are you ok Kas?” Vance asked her again “y-yeah I think I am” she replied her vision going back to normal that’s when she saw a few people had stopped skating and were staring at them.

Kas was already fighting back tears from the pain but seeing the reaction from others made her internally embarrassed and somewhat freak out “What are you guys looking at!” She screamed at the on lookers who immediately went back to their own business skating “let’s just go” she continued grabbing both Vance and Robin out the rink with her head hanged down.

They were sitting at one of the tables with Robin and Vance making sure if Kas had any cuts, which they did find a few small searches on her elbow which were slightly bleeding “I’ll go get some Band aids from the counter” Robin told the duo who were sitting down the table and left.

“You alright” Vance asked with a hint of worry in his voice “yeah… I am” Kas distantly replied looking at the blue table that they were occupying “are you sure you looked like you were gonna cry there” Vance continued which made Kas irritated “I said I’m fine!” She said raising her voice towards Vance, and immediately regretted her reaction, “I’m sorry…..it’s just it was so embarrassing for that to happen and the others just staring at us made me panic” Kas told Vance as she rested her head on Vance’s arms.

“It’s fine I kinda understand” Vance tried reassuring her the best he can, Kas found it sweet that her boyfriend who completely sucked at things like this was trying his best to comfort her. They stayed there silent only listening to the music playing from the speakers and holding hands until Robin came back with a few bandages in his hands.

“Here let’s patch you up hermosa” Robin said as he went to work on Kas scratched arm, she didn’t know how she ended up gaining these scratches but she didn’t mind because now her boyfriends were there to comfort her maybe falling on the ground and eating shitwasn’t so bad after all.

“Ok done!” Robin happily expressed as he proudly looked as his care for his girlfriend which continued with a quick kiss to the lips from the boy in the bandana “Bitch that’s not fair” Vance retaliated leaning in to kiss Kas as well leaving her flustered “awww none from me” Robin sarcastically cried out giving vance a pout “ugh fine c’mere” Vance’s huffed as he leaned up to Robin to give him a quick kiss as well.

“So you guys just wanna leave and go to my house to watch movies and just cuddle?” Robin asked “yeah that sound better than this whole thing” vance replied back “I’d rather would have done that in the first place” Kas continued with a harmless eye roll.

“Alright then let’s go” robin declared grabbing both Vance and Kas up from their chairs and back to robins house to watch some random move that was one. It might’ve not been the best for Kas but she was just happy she could spend her time with her Boyfriends.

Welp hope you guys enjoyed this story because I sure did love writing it! And again I might start writing more and take requests

“Don’t fall and eat shit y’all “

Till next time💙🤍💛💙🤍💛

#the black phone #vance hopper #robin arellano #oc #oc’s

[brattata]

hellooo howre you?? i hope youre doing great! id like to request a genshin matchup please ^^

for the age range i would prefer someone pver or 18 please

my pronouns are she/her and id like to be matched with a male character, im an entp and my love languages are gift giving and physical touch (although i have a really hard time expressing my feelings)

as for personality, in a person who sometimes talks a LOT.. like way too much but then i get tired and dont say a word for hours, im usually very energetic and more of a comical relief person hehe and i also love teasing people. for the good traits id say i can get along and understand pretty much anyone, im a very empathetic person and i always try to male everyone happy. for the bad ones id say since im a huge people pleaser i tend to bubble up my emotions and sometimes its hard to control them, i can also be kind of childish at times when im too stressed

for my likes and insterests i wanna say drawing (im going fo art school aadhshe im so happyi really adore it) i love reading a lot and especially about history. i also love rock/metal music and true crime.

for the fluff alphabet letters im gonna say L, O and K

thank you sm!!

Hey there, anon! I’m going to assign you a 🤘for masterlist purposes.

I went back and forth on this one between Kaeya and Albedo. 🤔 Poly Kaebedo maybe?

Ultimately I think you’re just a liiitle bit more compatible with…

Kaeya Alberich!

You know that “we irritating 😂😂😂” meme? That’s you. You’re Mondstadt’s golden couple, but also just a little too much sometimes. 😝 I could see Kaeya initially getting close to you as an information source (since you’re well liked in Mondstadt and seemingly can’t stop yourself from spilling all the hot goss), sticking around because he finds your rambling and childishness cute and enjoys riling you up, and gradually falling in love with your deeply empathetic nature. For whatever reason I don’t see Kaeya being super into metal (though he’ll listen to it and go to shows with you, like a good bf), but I could see him being an extremely troll-y true crime fan.

K is for Kiss

Okay, I’m undoubtedly biased because he’s my favorite, but there’s no way he’s not an amazing kisser, right? Very seductive and playful, perfectly smooth lips, just the right amount of tongue, and he’s also great at using his hands. Like, suggestively rubbing your waist (not too high or low ofc, he’s an honorable Knight of Favonius after all), or maybe trailing a chilly fingertip down the side of your neck. If his kissing technique has a flaw, it’s that he can be a little lacking in genuine passion. But be patient with him, it’s just hard for him to express his true feelings sometimes.

L is for Love Confession

This would be very difficult for Kaeya I think. Like you, he’s used to keeping his emotions locked up tight, but he almost never loses control of them - at least, not where anyone else can see. He has a lot of trauma around losing or being left by people he loves - his bio dad, his adopted dad, his adopted brother, to name a few. There’s also his heavy responsibilities as cavalry captain (/basically one-man FBI of Mondstadt), the looming threat of Khaenri’ah (and what side he’ll choose when that goes down), just so many justifications for keeping you at arm's length. He’ll only confess when it seems like he’s in danger of losing you, and even then part of you may worry he’s just telling you what you want to hear, but he means it.

O is for On Cloud Nine

To most people in Mondstadt Kaeya in love is almost identical to his usual charming self. But you know the three people who notice the biggest change? Venti, Rosaria, and Diluc. Kaeya still spends most of his evenings hanging out in Angel’s Share - that’s actually for work as much as for fun - but he gets drunk less often and rarely stays until closing time now that he has someone to go home to. Diluc thanks you for influencing Kaeya to be a less obnoxious customer (but secretly it’s for making his brother happy 🥲).

Congrats anon, and as a diehard Kaeya simp I hope you’re happy with the result! 😉

For others who may be reading, I’m not taking matchup requests right now, but I do take requests for HCs and drabbles. Please check out my pinned post for more info.

#alphabet matchup event #genshin impact matchup #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #my writing tag

[munchkinfox-the-deviant-fox]

Anhedonia

SO, uhhh, decided to start intentionally writing my shit down! Woo! We gonna go slow burn on this shiz! Eventually poly... I honestly have so many ideas that, as soon as I know concrete details about this story, I’ll put a label on it >xD As for a summary:

Rhene has long since accepted the fact that her life is boring. She works a job, she goes home to her cat, she has friends she can spend time with. Life is perfectly full of things that make most people perfectly content. But she's not. So maybe going back to school will give her the chance to improve things, change things, find a better a job. There's always a salary increase if you've got a Masters degree and what's a few loans compared to improving ones life? Oh! Ya know, she never got to study abroad as an undergrad! She could totally start off abroad! That's totally exciting, right? At least maybe she'll find something new to hyper-fixate on so she can pretend like her life isn't completely unfulfilling. Yeah, this is totally a great idea. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Long fic, slow burn, eventual poly MC, named MC

CW: None yet

Master List -> Chapter 1 Part 1

Prologue

Cheers and laughter amongst rumbling raucous voices were just background noise, the soundtrack of her life that continued on. Endlessly. A repeating tune that could never break away from its circling fate.

Like turkeys. Dumb fuckin’ turkeys walking in a circle around road kill in an attempt to intimidate the scary dangerous thing. Continuing to go round and round because they’re just following the turkey in front of them.

Why had she agreed to come out? At least at home she could have been sleeping, or mindlessly binging a show she wasn’t particularly interested in. That would’ve been more entertaining than this.

The air shifted, the weight of Tyler’s attention laying itself against her shoulders, and she released the sigh that had been building up, the minimal, physical embodiment of her irritation. She set her drink down firmly against the table and pushed it a safe distance away.

“Rhen!” The top half of her body lurched forward with Tyler’s bearing weight, his arms two obnoxious noodles folding around her, “Reeehnn~ You’ve been spacing out allll night longggggggg. Yuh’ve bareLY had a single- single drink!” The butt of his chin dug into the top of her head, “Come ooonnnnn! It’s been, like… like… like… FOREVER since we’ve hanged out… chilled...hung out!”

Damn, she hated whiskey. And having to inhale it from Tyler did not make it any more appealing. “Yeah, Tyler, I know.”

“You’re leaving tmrrrow- tamorrorr- Ta-Mah-Ro! Yuh should be havin fun! Be happy! Be merry! Be fun-ny!” His giggling made the obnoxious shit she’d known since high school lose his grip, the messy haired swim-varsity-captain-aged-ten-years stumbling into the seat next to her.

She pat his head, his hair still unerringly soft, even after all these years—something about hair-care regimen being important for swimmers if they didn’t want to lose their hair— “I know, buddy, I’m having fun; I promise,” She smiled and took a drink, the coke ‘n rum sliding down as easily as the lie.

Tyler, oh-so drunk and uncoordinated, shuffled and slid his chair closer, bringing his forehead down to rest on her arm. Rhen kept the appendage still, reaching across and picking up her drink with her other hand.

It was almost a whisper, and for a moment she thought he was drunk-mumbling and falling asleep on her, “I hope you have fun. Maybe- maybe you’ll have so much funn, you might be happy and decide to stay. That would be good… Though I’d be sad.... I’ll just come visit you then!”

Well, that was rather optimistic.

Rhen took a moment, sipping her drink and petting Tyler’s head because he enjoyed people playing with his hair and his girlfriend currently wasn’t here, leaving her to take care of the drunk idiot.

“I’ll miss you too, buddy. I doubt I’ll have more fun there. I’ll be coming back, no doubt.” It’s not like being here or being there really made any amount of difference. She’d still be living the same damn life. “Besides, did you forget? I’m studying abroad. It’s not like a vacation.”

Tyler lifted his head, a shit-eating grin sloppily pasted on his face, “That’s true… But yu’re a loser who likes studying, so-”

“Alright, you piece of shit!”

Tyler laughed as she half-heartedly beat him off of her.

“Come on,” he said, his fingers struggling to grab her arm and pull her to her feet—how many doubles was he even seeing?—“Let’s go get some more drinks. DRINKS!”

She sighed again, debating on whether to fight him on getting up or not, but, well, when he got drunk, he was more stubborn than when he was sober.

“Fine,” She huffed, “But you’re buying.”

Well then.

Rhen sighed, staring at the room—the large room—, so nicely furnished with a bed, table to study with, even a TV mounted to the wall! Fairy lights and lanterns illuminated the room with a warm glow and–

Holy shit, was that a tree in the middle of her room?!

So this was to be her new abode for the next approximate year. Damn this was probably the nicest university accommodations she’d ever seen. What was even the tuition rate for this place?

Wait.

Holy shit! Was she even getting credit for this?!

Was this even an accredited college?!

Did any of that even actually matter?

She slumped to the floor, pulling her knees up to give her chin something to rest on and closed her eyes to the unfamiliar world around her.

Devils and Angels, huh? Ya know, the idea was entertaining—supernatural creatures ‘n such—and who didn’t have a sneak-into-the-local-haunt-and-fuck-with-a-ghost adventure at least once in their childhood, but being the skeptic she was, she hadn’t ever really fully believed in monsters. Humans were monstrous enough.

It had already been five years since the existence of witches became public knowledge, but it wasn’t like they came out sharing every single detail about themselves and their world. Droves upon droves of people had flocked to The Community, all desperate to learn magic and be a part of their secret little world. Some were accepted. Most were turned away. Why they picked the people they did, they never gave an explanation. She had wanted to try—it’s magic! Of course she wanted to learn!—but before she could, her best friend, her sister-from-another-mister, her platonic soulmate, the one person she loved above all else and would do anything for, went for it, gushing about how she knew she’d be allowed to join them. Even before witches were revealed, Amelia had always known magic existed in her lineage; from her grandmother, to her mother, then to her, so of course she would be welcomed into The Community.

So, Rhen had to wait. Because if she ended up getting accepted—she hoped, but held no expectations—and Amelia wasn’t? Rhen wouldn’t even contemplate how much of a betrayal that would be. Sure, Amelia would pretend to be happy for her, but Rhen would always feel guilty for “receiving the honor”. If Amelia didn’t become a witch, it would be better if Rhen didn’t know anything at all. No matter how desperately she wished otherwise.

Though, the last time Rhen had heard from Amelia, she was still on the waiting list…

But here she was, at demon university, by no intention of her own. If she let this chance pass her, she knew she’d resent Amelia for the rest of her life, by no fault of Amelia’s. What was she supposed to do?

She let the tight and encompassing self-embrace fall loose, her legs folding below her, her palm coming to rest at the center of her midsection. She inhaled, her lungs expanded, filling and filling until they couldn’t any more, forcing out and giving no room for the uncertainty—and fear—that had been trying to take root in her chest to linger.

The flutter settled—not gone, but quiet—a soft whisper that brushed against her like an invisible hair.

It was disconcerting, though. How was it that she, a mundane human with no prior knowledge or apparent magical ability, was selected for this program? It was odd, but fuck, she wasn’t going to complain and she was grateful that Lord Diavolo was just going to roll with it as well. If she had been brought here, given the chance to learn magic and was told about monsters and all things supernatural-fantasy and how they are actually a part of our world, then kicked back to the human world, she would have been pissed. Like dangling a piece of meat in front of a starving dog. Even if she had to write a fuckin’ thesis by the end of her time here, this was too awesome of an experience to miss out on.

When was the last time she felt this excited?

It was a bonus that they were allowing her exceptions: until she gained some measurable ability using magic, any grades reflecting her magical use would not count against her. Awesome. But because she couldn’t use magic—thus considered unable to protect herself against any threat that might present itself—it was Lord Diavolo’s responsibility to ensure her safety. Therefore, Rhen was not, in fact, staying in the dorm allocated for the exchange students, but instead she was to stay in the dorm of the student council, one of who was to be her designated body guard and Devildom guide.

She honestly would have found that rather funny: a student council? Really? What does a demon university student council even do? Was there going to be a whole-ass homecoming event week for the beginning week of classes? Apparently, though, only they could be absolutely trusted with her safety, considering they were demon lords themselves, some of the highest ranking of Lord Diavolo’s nobility. No matter how enticing her shiny human soul was, apparently she would be safe with them.

Six lords, six brothers, six demons to try and keep out of the way of.

Yup. Totally manageable.

#obey me fic #obey me story #obey me writing #obey me oc #obey me fanfic #OM Anhedonia #Rhen is going to have so much fun! #all the sarcasm #when she said she wanted to change something in her life #this was not what came to mind

[sweetwithheatwriting]

@sindirimba tagged me to share the first parts of some fanfic wips that I’m working on (and this is my first formal invite to do something like this since those old quizzes on DeviantArt, so I feel all deeply flattered and warm and fuzzy about it already and thank you bb! ❤) Here we go! (There’s also some nsfw bits in the description of some of these)

1.) (Slipping And Sliding, TOG)

Booker didn’t really have too many concerns brewing in his head as he sleepily squirmed around on his back under the beautiful blazing Hawaiian sun and aimlessly batted around the idea of joining in with everybody but Yitzhak on their completely naked sunbathing idea or asking Lykon, Andy, or Joe more questions about the only immortal teammate he hadn’t met yet with himself.

He was kinda leaning towards a No on both accounts. Well, maybe less so on the being naked around other people part.

(A lightly battered and deep fried in being handled ex-convict trama!Booker being the baby immortal of the poly!group just before he gets to meet an also very immortal and huminoid at times but shapeshifting kraken Nile for the first time! As you can imagine, I’m planning on him getting to be lovingly, tenderly, and very consensually getting tentacle dicked down by Nile)

2.) (When A Curse Isn’t Really A Curse, TOG)

In retrospect, Booker could absolutely identify the moment that he had  fucked up and stuffed a massive hairball into his first unnatural life beyond his original one’s wildest nightmares two hundred and fifty years ago. 

He could also firmly think, if not say that he regretted the terrible things he had done and tried to steal from the admittedly pretty brave black female soldier that had turned out to be both a witch and another alpha when she had snuck back from the rear end of Napoleon's army all those years ago in order to cut Booker’s frozen and feebly reviving body down from the gallows that he had been hanged and killed on.

Booker could sure as shit meow his tattered little heart out about it into the world, though.

(Another one of my unpublished goes at Omegaverse!TOG with an all alpha crew and a lot of slowly growing animal transformation curses, magical road trips, humour, and Booker and Nile having a Lovers To Enemies Back To Lovers Again moment. It also features Andy as the unlucky lady who got cursed by an entirely different witch and who was Booker’s steed as the notorious man eatting french mare Lisette back in the day, since that whole story just seems SO Andy. I actually have the first chapter of this completed! Might turn into Booker/Andy/Nile)

3.) (Not Exactly Shocking, MCU)

Steve already knew that his mom probably wouldn’t probably be shocked that he and Natasha could find two exceptionally beefy pretty boys to date and eventually become one of the horniest, Jewish, and trans as fuck foursomes to ever make the absolutely horrific racist and homophobic antisemites of New York pee themselves just a little.

(Or a lot.)

(Just started working on this today, actually, with a modern day fully trans!Quartet of Natasha Romanoff/Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes getting together with each other for the first time. Absolutely inspired by that cute fucking skit where that guy has the Grindr sound as his text alert for his buddy so he can match make for him, but with the that these four would absolutely take somebody carrying out an injustice as beating the shit out of somebody rallying cry/mating call)

I had so much fun with this! ❤ I’d love to tag @aimmyarrowshigh , @possumwoodpie , and @flamingo-queen-writes with this, but no pressure either way!