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Ceremonial Kisses (Part 2 of 3)

Ahhhhh, thank you for all the support I’ve gotten on this fic! It is with great pleasure I present to you *trumpet noise* Part 2 of Ceremonial Kisses!

I apologize for the huge wait, and I’m really sorry about my update schedule in general.

Also, you might notice that around the middle of this chapter, the writing gets a little bit choppy, and I’m super sorry about that! My apartment just decided to evict anyone with a cat, and I’m under a lot of stress right now. Thankfully, it gets smoother towards the end!

Happy reading!

Part 1 | Part 3

-🌸-

After ten minutes of gorging themselves on the Chinese equivalents of Kit-Kats and Lays chips, they pulled up to a hotel.

“Whaf, wewen’t we goih to da cashale?“ Nino asked, his mouth stuffed with cookies. Marinette shot him a disgusted look. He swallowed and took a swig of soda. “Wait, weren’t we going to the castle?“

Marinette had been thinking the same thing. This couldn’t be an ancient Chinese palace–it looked like a hotel!

“My instructions have changed. I was informed you would be staying at the Overseas Suites instead.“ The driver (she still didn’t know his name) said, pulling up to the front of the hotel.

As soon as they stepped out, they remembered that time zones existed.

It was 5:00 PM there.

They were going to be up all night.

The driver handed Marinette a gold-embossed business card with a phone number written on it.

“Call me whenever you need a lift, miss Marinette.“ He stepped back into the car and drove off.

Marinette shrugged and stuffed the card in her pocket. “Well, that was weird. Let’s go inside now, it’s freezing.”

As soon as they walked inside, Bustier scurried up to them.

“Where were you? You had me worried sick!“

Before anyone could say anything, the chauffeur from earlier appeared.

“I am Marinette’s uncle, ma’am. I heard she was going to be staying in China for a week and I just had to see her. The school was informed that I would be picking her and her friends up.“

“Oh–well–you still should have told me where you were going!“

“But shouldn’t you have already known?“ Marinette asked sweetly. “I mean, you were informed of it, weren’t you?“

Ha. She had her there!

“W-well, yes, technically, I was…but it’s time to go to your rooms! Off you go, everybody!“

“Oh, wait, I’m sharing a room with Marinette, right?“ Alya asked.

“Yeah, I think so.“

“Shit. Guys, I’ve got to share a room with Adrien. Say your prayers, ‘cause I don’t know if I’ll make it out alive.“

Oh, right. I guess it’s time to explain.

Adrien had stayed with his “high road” approach, but not in the way that she had expected. He started treating Lila to lunch, buying her jewelry, asking her to school dances, the whole shebang.

But it was all so forced that nobody believed any of it, and one day, all the ‘affection’ had just stopped.

Lila milked it for all it was worth, blaming Marinette and Nino and Alya, and the president of some far-off African country, and Adrien...

Something changed.

His face was more gaunt and his cheeks were more hollow, and he barely ever talked to anyone, just shrugged them off and turned away.

He was, to put it frankly, terrifying.

Which was not good for Nino at all.

“Oh, I’m sorry, class, but Ivan will be sharing a room with Nino. Adrien and Nathaniel will be roommates.“

All three of them heaved a sigh.

“Okay, so I’m sleeping tonight, that’s a plus.“ Nino joked. “What are we doing for dinner?“

“Um, I think Bustier said there was food already in the rooms. There are kitchenettes and, like, boxes of pasta and stuff. The trip was sponsored by–“ Marinette suddenly froze. She was contemplating how to finish her sentence when Alya finished it for her.

“–By your family, right?“

“Yeah. It feels so weird to say that, like–me? A princess? I’d probably trip over my own dress.“

“I know what you mean, girl. Now, let’s go get some food.“

After scurrying back up to their respective rooms and scarfing down some fettuccine, they fell asleep almost immediately, despite it being only about 3:00 in Paris.

Which, in hindsight, was probably why they woke up at two in the morning and started eating Cheerios with chocolate milk.

“Marinette, it’s so early!“ Alya said, stretching her arms towards the ceiling. “What should we do until it’s time for the first tour?“

“Wanna play Uno?“

And play Uno they did, a six-round monstrosity that lasted five hours and many draw-four cards.

There was a knock on the door and they both whipped around. “Girls, are you awake yet?“ a muffled voice asked. “You have to be down in the lobby in ten minutes!”

Alya and Marinette looked at each other. “Shit!” they yelled, jumping up and grabbing clothes out of drawers. They took the elevator down to the lobby after getting dressed, only to face something that made them wish they hadn’t.

Lila.

“And since the princess was so touched by what I did for her, she told me that she’d grant me any favor!“

“So…what was the favor?“ Mylene asked, inching closer.

“I asked her to bring our class on this trip, of course! Because I love my friends–unlike some people.“ She tilted her head in Marinette and Alya’s direction.

“When did you get here? Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?“ Kim shouted.

A few of them turned pink and tried to turn away.

“No, but I’m sure we’ll hear plenty of other horrible things about ourselves from you guys on this trip.“ Marinette said.

“Oh, get over yourselves! Lila’s the one who got us here, and she can kick you out just as easily. Right, Lila?“

“Of course! Marinette, I really want to be friends, but after the way you’ve treated everyone, it’s only fair I had to do what I did!“

“Oh? And what exactly did you do?“ Alya challenged, putting her hands on her hips. Alix smirked and nudged Kim with her elbow.

“Let’s just say…some of the tours might not be for you.“ Sabrina interjected, swiping something on a familiar white tablet. Marinette’s eyes widened. “Did you steal Bustier’s tablet just so you could take us off the tours? You risked suspension for that?!”

“Well, Mari-nette, you should be surprised to know that some people are willing to take risks for their friends.“ Kim snapped over his shoulder, earning many a nod from Lila’s entourage.

“Kids!“ Bustier yelled, startling them all. “What are you doing with my tablet?“

“Um–uh_Marinette stole it and threw it to us!“ Lila replied nervously.

Everyone turned to Marinette. “Marinette, I expect better from you! You just earned yourself a week of detention when we get back to Paris.“ She whisked the tablet out of Sabrina’s arms before Marinette could protest, and turned around, taking a deep breath.

When she faced the class again, she had a smile back on her face.

“Okay! Today, we will be touring a replica of one of the ancient Chinese palaces. Please behave yourselves.“

She started walking out, and the class followed her, Alya and Marinette tagging behind. Nino joined them soon after.

“So, that was weird.“

“No kidding.“

Once they had stepped off the bus in front of the palace, everyone stopped. Of course, they had all done a bit of googling about the places they would visit, but seeing everything live and in person was taking it to a whole new level.

“Whoa,“ they whispered. Even Lila, who wanted nothing more than to break something, was dumbfounded by this wonder of architectural beauty.

Miss Bustier was the one to break the silence. Clearing her throat, she said “Well, shall we head inside?”

As they shuffled inside, Marinette secretly wished she had about eight more eyes so she could take in everything she was seeing. But she had to be on high alert, Lila and her crew were sure to pull something nasty.

“Ah, and this,“ Bustier gasped. “This is one of the things I was looking most forward to seeing.

“As you all know, the princess will be coronated soon, and this is exactly why I wanted to take you here. This is a replica of an ancient Chinese coronation hall, isn’t it breathtaking?“

Lila snapped out of her trance and elbowed Kim, whispering something in her ear that made both of them snicker.

“Hey, Marinette!“ he yelled, running up to her. “What are you doing?“ Marinette watched in horror as he pushed a porcelain vase off of a pedestal, backing away immediately so she was the only one in the area.

Everything seemed to go in slow-motion after that.

Everyone in the room turning to them.

Lila’s grin turning up towards her ears in an almost Grinch-like fashion.

Marinette diving to catch the delicate artifact and balancing it in one hand just before it smashed on the floor.

Security appearing to lecture them.

“Now, miss, what you did was punishable by law,“ one of them said. “And by nature I’ll have to ask you and your whole gang to leave, if you don’t want the royal family to press charges.“

“The-the royal family?“ Lila squeaked. Marinette sighed and stood up.

“I’m sorry, sir,“ she said, hanging her head.

“Wait just a second!“ Someone in the crowd yelled. “That guy in the red hoodie pushed it–I saw it with my own two eyes! The girl saved the vase!“

“Yeah, why don’t you go check the security cameras? I’m sure the girl was the one who stopped it from breaking!“

“No, no, I’m quite sure I saw Marinette push the vase.“ Bustier interrupted. “She’s quite the troublemaker, and it wouldn’t be inconceivable for that to happen.“

“I’m terribly sorry, miss, but only once we review the security footage can we make a decision.“

They left with a promise to return as soon as they were done, and everyone started at Marinette.

Nino was the first to speak.

“Alright, who’s gonna fess up? Marinette didn’t do it, I didn’t do it, Alya didn’t do it. So who did?“

Marinette saw the look on Lila’s face. There was no wriggling out of this one.

“Kim did it! I saw…he tried to warn Marinette about a huge bug, but she had this evil look on her face and moved out of the way…and Kim accidentally pushed the vase.“

“What?! That never happened.“ Nino said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, I was there the whole time, and there weren’t any bugs.“ Alya said, leaning against a wall. “Give it up, Lila. The security guys’ll be back in a minute.“

“Actually, we’re already here.“ said a deep voice. “The boy’ll need to come with us.“

“Oh, please don’t!“ Bustier cried. “He’s only a kid, he didn’t know any better!“

-🌸-

“I’m sorry, miss, but the security footage suggests otherwise. Though, if you pay a fine, all charges will be dropped.“

“What’s the amount?“ She asked nervously, pulling out her checkbook and hoping euros would translate into whatever the Chinese currency was.

“794.71 yuan.”

“Do you take euros?“ Caline asked weakly. Nino glared at her, and several of her students looked dumbfounded.

“You didn’t bring Chinese money…on a trip to China?! Even Kim brought some!“

Kim suddenly looked scared. “I don’t have to give up my money, do I?”

She sighed. “No, you don’t. If anything, Marinette should be the one paying. How much is that in euros?“

“100, I believe. We do take euros, if you’ll follow me.“ She sighed and shrugged.

“Kids, please don’t push anything else over. I’ll be right back.“

-🌸-

As soon as Bustier hurried away after leading them outside, everyone glared at Marinette except Alya and Nino. Lila still didn’t understand why they had left her, Alya had just stormed up to her one day and yelled, but that was besides the point.

“Marinette, how could you blame this all on Kim? Now Miss Bustier has to pay eight hundred euros!“ Lila cried, earning Marinette a few glares.

She smirked inwardly. Now, if only she could have gotten Marinette arrested…

“Eight hundred yuan, Lila. It’s only a hundred euros, and besides, it would have cost much more if Marinette hadn’t caught the vase.“ Nino said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, but she’s gonna call my mom. Do you know how long she’s gonna ground me for? Thirty years!“

“Marinette, what is wrong with you?“ Alix accused. “You seriously need an attitude adjustment. And I think I know just what we need to adjust.“ She whispered something into Lila’s ear and smirked.

“But hey, all disagreements aside, do you want a drink?“ Lila asked, shoving Marinette backwards. She stumbled a bit, and Nino and Alya tried to stop her, but she fell back into a large fountain and emerged a second later, sopping wet.

Her hair had come out of the bun, her makeup was running, and her clothes were soaked through.

Everything was going according to plan. “Oh, Marinette, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…I was only trying to squish a mosquito!”

“Mosquito?“ Marinette seethed through gritted teeth. Her expression was terrifying.

Lila backed away, as did most of the class. “This was one-of-a-kind, Lila. You ruined it. Chloé should know!“

Everyone turned to Chloé for an answer to the nonexistent question. “I didn’t get her that shirt on purpose! My mom did!” She yelled, ducking into a bathroom. Lila shrugged.

“Marinette!“ Bustier screamed, appearing at just the right time. “What are you doing?!”

Lila interrupted Marinette before she could even speak. “Marinette was trying to push me into the fountain, but I dodged.“ She glanced to the side, where Nino was helping Marinette dry off with handfuls of paper towels. She frowned, then looked over at Alya.

Bad idea.

“Miss Bustier, I have a question. Why would Marinette, one of the most non-violent people we know, try to push Lila into a fountain? Especially after she was just proven innocent? Do you really think that she would compromise her innocence like that?“

Miss Bustier looked alarmed. Lila gritted her teeth–she would have to lay low for a while if she wanted anyone to believe that Marinette would do anything wrong.

They're such idiots, she thought to herself. I’ve got practically the whole class under my thumb.

“Lila? Are you coming? We’re going back to the hotel so nothing else gets damaged.“ She shot a pointed look at Marinette, who was dripping all over the floor.

“O-of course, Miss!“

They caught a bus back to their resort, and Lila was delighted to see that Nino’s efforts had come to no avail trying to distance Marinette from the older men who approached her from behind.

-🌸-

“Marinette, I can’t believe that little liar.“ Alya said, seething. “She must be getting cocky. Like a game of ‘catch me if you can.’ She’ll have to lay off you for a few days if she wants anything to be believable, though.“

Marinette was toweling off her hair, deep in thought.

“This isn’t like her. Normally, she would stop after the vase and lay off for the rest of the day, maybe badmouth me a little at dinner, but know when to quit.“

“Well, I think you should just bop her in the head with your yo-yo.“ Alya added.

“Agreed!“ Trixx squeaked.

“I don’t normally condone using the Miraculous for selfish purposes, but I’ll let this one slide. You know what to do, Marinette! Get those spots on!“

“Guys,“ Marinette sighed, tossing the towel onto her bed. “That’s not the point. I just want a peaceful few days before I have to deal with her again. Is that too much to ask?“

“Not at all, Marinette!“ Tikki said, nuzzling her cheek. “Just know that I’m always here if you need me!“

“Thanks,“ she whispered.

Two Glorious, Lila-free days later...

“So, Marinette, it’s your free day!” Tikki chirped, patting Marinette’s face. “What do you want to do?”

“Sleep,“ she grumbled.

“No, silly! I mean after you visit your family!“

Marinette bolted upright. “What?!”

“You didn’t remember? You’re supposed to meet your biological parents today for brunch at 10.“

“And what time is it now?“ She asked, jumping out of bed to see if Alya was awake.

“5:30.“

“So I only have four hours to get ready?! That’s not nearly enough!“

“Marinette...? Why are you up so early...?“ Alya mumbled sleepily.

“I’m meeting my family!“ she squawked.

Alya sat up and put on her glasses. “Oh. Want me to help you get ready?“ she asked, walking over to the kitchenette for a glass of water.

“That would be great. Now, can you hurry up!?“

Alya took a long sip. “Calm down, Marinette. Do you want them to think you’re nervous all the time? You don’t want that in a princess. Take a deep breath.“ Marinette glared. Taking a deep breath, she focused on how tranquil she would be.

Her mom would probably be there. Wait–mom–not really her mom, but who she...used to think her mom was? Agh, now she was nervous again!

“So, Marinette, what do you want to wear? Something more traditional, or something that’s a little more...you?“ Alya asked, setting her empty cup down on the counter.

“I don’t want to offend them by just wearing, like, a nice blouse and jeans...but I don’t want to overdress. What do I do?“

Alya munched on a bagel thoughtfully. “Do you still have that qipao dress from a few months ago? The pretty pink one with cherry blossoms on it?“

Marinette nodded and pulled a blur of pink fabric out of her suitcase. She shut the bathroom door, and when she came out a second later, she thought that maybe she actually had a chance to make a good first impression.

On her mom.

Hoo boy.

-🌸-

When Marinette stepped out of the bathroom, Alya immediately started squealing. “Marinette, you look perfect!”

The outfit was simple, no more than a short-sleeved, a-line dress if not for the neckline, which resembled a traditional qipao, adorned with tiny embroidered flowers.

Marinette twirled around. “You like it? I was thinking of wearing those light pink heels. What do you think?”

“Do it.“

🌸 at brunch because op sucks 🌸

“Good morning, miss. Where are you headed today?“

Marinette glanced down at the little card in her hands. “The east dining room, please.”

The man at the desk raised his eyebrows so high they were in danger of disappearing into his curly grey hair. “Right this way, your Royal Highness.” he said, pointing her towards an entryway with a significantly fancier arch than the rest.

She walked down a seemingly endless hallway, wondering when she would get to eat, when the narrow room exploded into a dining room larger than her house.

“Ah, hello…Marinette.“ a peaceful voice greeted her. “I’ve been waiting for you!“

“Hi.“ was all she managed to squeak out. The lady in front of her was stunningly beautiful, with black hair that fell in a curtain down to her waist, wearing nearly the same dress as her, but in what looked like red silk.

“Sit, please!“ she said eagerly. “I’d love to get to know you.“

Marinette awkwardly positioned herself in ont of the high-backed chairs.“Okay.“

The lady sat on the chair opposite from her. “My name is Fei. I’m so sorry to have just...left you with my cousin for years, but I really do hope you can forgive me. This is all a bit hectic–trust me, I know–but I believe that if we can get along, this will go smoothly. What do you say?”

Fei had a warm smile, but there was a nervous undertone to her words. She had felt that way before, and a new feeling coursed through her body. Marinette moved forwards forwards and hugged her. “I’d like that.”

She seemed surprised at first, but hugged her back immediately but then let go almost as fast. “Look, I’m just ecsatic, about this, but if it’s uncomfortable calling me ‘mom’, or anything else, I need you to know that it’s okay. You can call me Fei, you can call me mom, you can call me māmā, anything you want. Okay?”

“Thank you.“ Marinette said, looking down. “It’s nice to know I have you. I think it’ll take a while for me to…adjust, but I’m so happy to know that you’re okay with that. Now, can we stop being so serious and eat?“

She beamed. “That sounds great, Marinette!”

After a few minutes of slightly awkward eating, Marinette cleared her throat. “So, other than the whole coronation thing, are there any other princess-y things I’ll have to do while I’m here?”

Fei choked on her water. “Actually…” she coughed. “I’m glad you asked. See, this is only day three of your 10-day trip. We need to get outfits, jewelry, speeches, everything prepared, and I don’t know if we’ll be able to do it all in time.”

Marinette was soeechless. This was unexpected.

“But that’s not all. I have to intruduce you to my mother, my husband, the whole royal family. “ She was sounding increasingly stressed with each sentence. “Everything has to be taken into account.“

“Hey, it’ll be okay!“ Marinette assured. “Things happen. They’ll sort themselves out. I promise.“

“I know. I have to be calm and levelheaded, or else my mom will take over. If that happens, you’ll end up naked at your coronation, or worse, if my husband takes responsibility, he’ll give it to my mom three days later. Do you know what I mean?“

Marinette nodded. “I know, but sometimes things will just happen. But other times, you have to work for them, you know? As long as you don’t give up on it, it will work out. I promise.”

“Hah–usually I’m the one giving the pep talks. Thank you, Marinette, I-I really needed that. How about you go and…meet up with some of your friends? No use in talking to a boring old lady any longer. Go on!“ she said, motioning towards the door.

Marinette turned back and smiled. “Um...bye, I guess!” she murmured, waving.

-🌸-

“So, Alya, when’s Mari getting back from breakfast with her peeps?” Nino asked as they walked down the street.

“I don’t know. I’ll text. If she replies, she’s free. If she doesn’t, she’s still the–“

“Hey guys, what’d I miss?“ Marinette asked, appearing in front of them. he screamed. “Where did you come from?“

“Brunch.“

“Marinette? You’re already done? We were about to go check out some of the tourist shops.“ Alya remarked, scrolling through something on her phone. Nino rolled his eyes.

“We were going to text you, but since you’re already here, what do you want to do?“ he questioned. Marinette fidgeted with her dress.

“Actually, that sounds fun. Which ones were you thinking?“

“Um, there’s actually one right there.“ Nino said, pointing around her to a shop with neon signs covering the whole window. “It looks fun.“

“So let’s go!“

They walked into the shop, the door jingling cheerfully behind them, and immediately things started catching their eyes. “Oh. My. God. Nino, are you seeing these?” Alya blurted. “They have Carapace merch. We’re world famous!”

Marinette was examining a bracelet with plastic rhinestones on it. “This looks like the bracelet from yesterday’s museum. Isn’t it pretty?” She dug through the bin. “Oh, they have other replicas, too? Awesome.”

Nino walked around, perusing the shelves, not really finding anything that sparked his interest. He picked up a trinket here and there, maybe checked a price tag, but wasn’t very interested. But then he saw it.

“An authentic OctoInk ‘I ain’t callin’ you a truther’ t-shirt? The printing block had an extra line, and only 47 of these were made!“

“Dude.“ Alya and Marinette whispered simultaneously.

“Um, how much is this shirt?“ Nino asked innocently, showing it to the girl at the register. She looked up uninterestedly, blowing a bubble with her gum.

“8 yuan.“ She scoffed. “Like that thing would sell for any more.“

“Hey, this is a nearly one-of-a-kind piece that–mmph!“

“Don’t tell her it’s supposed to be expensive!“ Alya hissed in his ear. “That’s the opposite of what you do!“

Wayzz poked him from his pocket. “She is not wrong, Nino. Purchase the shirt for eight yuan, if it makes you so happy.”

“I’ll take it.“ he said. Marinette put her bracelet on the register with an ‘eh, what the heck?‘ sort of expression. Alya placed a tiny glass turtle on the counter, and Nino felt a flush spreading over his face.

Alya smiled.

-🌸-

“So, Marinette, why did you get that bracelet?“ Alya asked once they had left the shop. “It looks pretty real, but you have way nicer jewelry at home. Like the necklace you wore this morning?“

“Yeah, but this one looks like the one from the museum. I know it seems silly, but it feels special.“ she said, twisting it around her wrist.

“Nah, I get it. And speaking of special, here comes a special little liar.“

Marinette’s head straightened immediately. “Aw, shit. And here I was thinking this would be a nice day.“

“Oh, hello, Marinette!“ Lila purred, snaking into the space between Nino and her. “I love your bracelet. It looks expensive…“ and with that, she sauntered away, all other interactive possibilities completely wasted.

“Well, that went better than I’d hoped.“ Nino chuckled.

“Ooh, Nino, there’s an art gallery! Want to check it out?“

“Sure thing, babe!“ He turned to Marinette. “Wanna come?“

“You can go without me, I’m going to get a bite to eat.“

“But–didn’t you just get back from–never mind.“ They walked into the gallery, chatting about who-knows-what.

Marinette spun around, and immediately someone on a blue bike yelled a split second before they knocked her over.

“Aaaack, my bike!” A male voice yelled. Marinette tried to open her eyes and stood up. A pale boy with bangs that hung over his eyes stared at her. “Sorry, I guess…”

Marinette stared back. “Okay?” she whispered. Maybe it wasn’t going to be a free day after all.

Just as she was about to ask for his name, her stomach growled like an angry Godzilla.

He chuckled.

“You wanna grab a bite? I know a place.“

“Sure. What’s your name?“

“Jianyu.“

“Marinette.“

He opened the door to a little sandwich restaurant and walked in, but let it swing shut behind him in Marinette’s face. Rude. Once they were seated and Marinette was starting to get a little annoyed at him–it was like he didn’t even notice her–he decided it was time to order.

Jianyu snapped at one of the waitresses to get her attention and whistled to get her to come over. She walked over with a pained expression on her face, then plastered on a smile.

“How may I help you today?“

“I’ll have pork dumplings and a Pepsi, the lady’ll have the chicken salad.“

“Actually, I was going to get–“ Marinette started.

“Sorry, sweetheart.“ he said, shoving the waitress away and turning back to her. “But why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself while she’s gone?“

I know that when I’m crowned princess, I’ll kick your scrawny ass, she thought. But she didn’t say that–in fact, she didn’t say anything, just got up from her chair and knocked Jianyu’s water glass down his front.

She swept out of the store before she could hear his cursing.

Yeah, that date was over.

And–being Marinette–as soon as she stormed out of the restaurant, she slammed into a cute girl with her wavy black hair in a ponytail, wearing leggings and a red hoodie.

“Oh, no, are you alright?“ she gasped, checking Marinette over for injuries.

“I’m fine.“ Marinette grumbled. She wasn’t in the mood to meet anyone else she bumped into, not if they were going to be like him.

“You don’t sound fine. I’m Chuntao.“

“Oh–um, I’m Marinette. Little tip, don’t go in there unless you like being catcalled.“

Chuntao frowned. “Hm. I think my brother told me he was going there for lunch–I wouldn’t put it past him to do that.“ She walked in and came out a second later, dragging Jianyu out by the ear.

“What do you have to say for yourself?“

“Marinette!“ he shouted. “I didn’t do anything! Back me up!“

“You called me ‘sweetheart’.“

“Mom’s gonna kick your ass,“ Chuntao growled, letting go of Jianyu’s ear. He scampered away, and she turned back to Marinette, rubbing her temples.

“I’m so sorry for him, but you seem like a really cool person. Can I get your number?“

“Y-yeah, totally!“ Marinette swapped phones with Chuntao, slightly dazed. She handed her phone back and waved.

“Thanks, Marinette! Text me later!“ She yelled, jogging away.

“See you…”

“So, who was that?“ Alya asked, appearing at her shoulder.

“Waugh! Alya! You know…maybe we should sit down first.“

-🌸-

“So…what if I’m gay?“

Alya and Nino simultaneously choked on their drinks.

Alya dabbed at her face with a napkin. “Marinette, darling, may I know the circumstances that have led you to entertain this line of inquiry? Because what the fuck?”

“Tell me all about her.” Nino said, resting his chin in his hands.

“Well, she saved me from a really sucky dude,“

“Hm. So she’s already a nice person.“ Alya remarked.

“And she’s super pretty,“

“So are you, honestly. But that’s off-topic.“

“And I haven’t had a real crush on a boy, like, ever,“

“And you went out with Kagami a few months ago, too. That settles it, Marinette! You are most definitely likely probably gay!“ Nino announced, raising his virgin Piña Colada in a toast.

Alya clinked her Shirley Temple against Marinette’s glass. “So, Marinette, it’s your free day. Only 48 hours until the coronation. How are you feeling?”

“Honestly, I d–“

“Hands in the air!“ an amplified voice screamed. “You’re under arrest!“

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #265

“all is fair in love and war, i’m still rotten to the core.”

What's the latest youtube channel you've discovered and binge-watched? Ha, a WoW channel that basically gives advice and tutorials on stuff. She doesn't have many videos, but she's pretty successful already and chill as hell. Kraken Latte. Does it snow where you live? Occasionally. Very rarely does the snow stick, though, because the ground will be too warm. Do you think your hair looks better long or short? Short. Do you look best with or without bangs? Bitch I loved my emo bangs fuck off. Well, they weren't technically bangs, my hair was just parted far to the left. Do you enjoy editing photos on your phone? Well, my phone doesn't have GREAT camera quality, but I usually do some subtle edits if I take a pic on it. What's your favorite thing to do on your phone? Play Pokemon GO REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Which season do you wish would last longer? Shit man, fall. At least here, the phase of colorful leaves is VERY short. Goes from green to totally bare in what feels like just a couple weeks. How many outdoor birthday parties have you had? Hell if I know. How much taller or shorter are you than your mom? We're the same height. Who is your favorite sibling? Lol wow that's mean. Do you have neat handwriting? Yeah. Do you like sushi? I've actually never tried it, but I'm quite certain I wouldn't like it. Have you ever tried seaweed? Actually yes, I believe in the 4th grade? We had I think authentic Japanese (or Chinese, idr) food, and I recall there being seaweed. I didn't like it. The only thing I liked was the white rice, I think. Do you have an actual pig-shaped piggy bank? No, but I think I may have as a kiddo. Did you dream of becoming famous as a kid? No. Have you ever been to a gynecologist? I actually haven't because I've always said I wasn't sexually active (back then it wasn't a conscious lie, I just genuinely didn't realize what we were doing was just shallow sex). I'm absolutely terrified to go anyway because I'm just very very very private about this sort of thing and honestly think I'll have a panic attack when I do have to for the first time anyway. Name three games that you are good at. Shadow of the Colossus, Silent Hill, World of Warcraft. What was your favorite board game as a kid? Ha ha, somehow, it was this shopping game called "Mall Madness." Veeeery unfitting of who I was and what I enjoyed as a kid. Do you get on Facebook every day? Pretty much. Did you watch the Kids Choice Awards when you were a kid? No. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Spice Girls, I think. Do you have memories that still make you cry? Yes. Have you made your own mask to help prevent the spread of the virus? No, considering I don't leave the damn house like ever. Do you know anyone who has the virus? Yes. Not personally, but distantly. Are you proud to be an American? (if applicable) Sometimes. What countries have you visited? I haven't left America. Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? No. How many true heartbreaks have you had in your lifetime? Romantically, I only consider one to be a *real* heartbreak. Have you ever cut yourself? Yeah. Do you feel like everything is falling apart around you? BOY DO I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was your first kiss romantic? Yes. Do you miss any of your exes right now? My PTSD has been awful awful AWFUL the past few days, so yes. A lot. Have you ever overdosed on anything? Yes. What would you say if you found out your last ex was in a relationship? I'd be happy for her of course, but I'd also be very confused. She's made it clear she doesn't believe a relationship is the best idea for her right now. Who was your date to prom? Jason took me to his senior prom, and I took him to mine. Do you still talk to your first love? No, I haven't spoken to him in over three years now. Wow. Whose wedding did you go to first? I don't remember. I'm sure it wasn't the first, but ONE of the earliest that I do remember was when my friend Summer's mom got remarried. He sadly passed away a long while ago though. Are you ashamed of anyone you've dated in the past? Tyler, yes. It was so pointless and a "let's see how this goes" versus a "I really like this guy and really want this relationship" thing. I honestly think I only said yes to dating because I didn't want to hurt his feelings and I was lonely. What about anyone you've been friends with? There were certainly times it felt very weird calling Colleen my best friend with how bitchy she could be. Especially when you consider how non-confrontational I am, while she charged like a goddamn bull into arguments. Have you ever made out with someone in a pool? Uhhh I think that one night when I lived at the apartment and it was just us out there late at night. He and I went back inside before Jacob and Amanda TO hardcore make out because we both way too obviously wanted it so I wouldn't be remotely surprised if we snuck in some action at the pool oof. Who’s the last person that slept over your house? Sara. Do you still talk to the last person you kissed? Yes. Have you ever kissed someone with a tongue ring? No, I was the person with the tongue ring. I actually took it out a little while back because I was tired of accidentally chomping down on it when eating and chipping teeth. I'd already told myself if I did it one more time I would, and especially right now, we can't afford to keep filling cavities that have come from it. I don't at all regret getting it and it'll always be one of the cutest piercings I think I've ever had, but it was just time for it to come out. Is it hard for you to get over a lover? I THINK I'VE MADE THAT!!!!!!!!!!! O BVIO US S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you ever tried making someone jealous? Not to my recollection. Did your last relationship end because of you or the other person? Both of us really, but she initiated the breakup, you could say. Who is the last person you flirted with? Sara. Who's the most racist person you know? Jesus Christ, I live in the South. I know dozens of racists. I guess the worst is uhhh OH the aforementioned Colleen, holy fucking shit. I highly highly highly doubt that has changed at all since we last associated with each other. If you could be a film character, who would you be? Let me be Alice Liddell. Crunchy peanut butter or smooth? Smooth is the only way to go with pb. Would you rather always be in a crowd, or be the only person on earth? "Always be in a crowd. It wouldn’t be fun, but I think it’d be better than being that alone." <<<< This. I legitimately think I'd wind up killing myself in the other case. Would you rather be rich, or famous? Why? "Rich, because...what’s the point of being famous if you’re not rich? Just everyone knowing all of your business?" <<<< Also this. Do you squeeze the toothpaste from the top or the bottom? "I start off from the top until it gets used enough that I have to squeeze up from the bottom." <<<< Lemme just steal all this person's answers lmao. How many children do you want? Girls or boys? None, but if I was to have kids, I'd definitely want a girl. Is there a story behind your name? What is it? No. What was one of the most fun things you and your college roommate did together? I didn't have a college roommate. Well wait no, during my first college attempt is when I lived w/ Jason, Jacob, and Amanda. I'd honestly prefer to not think too hard back on it to answer this. Does anyone know your bank pin number other than you? Who? I don't even have a bank account. Have you ever had a boyfriend/girlfriend who was depressed? Yeah, multiple. Would you be embarrassed to buy pads/tampons/condoms? Which one more? Pads or tampons, nah. I'd feel awkward buying condoms though. Are your parents gullible? Dad probably is; he has very little common sense. I got it from him lmao. Mom, heeeeell no. Do you still own a VCR? No. What color is the computer/laptop you’re on? Did you buy it yourself? It's black. No. Does the smell of cigarettes, weed and beer repulse you? All three do. Was the last person you kissed younger or older than you? Younger. Have you ever purchased Girl Scout cookies? Yeah. How often do you drink Monster? Never, because I don't like it. Have you ever made totally pointless videos with your friends? HAHA I was a cringy teen once, my friends. Do you like sitting on the inside or outside of a restaurant booth? Inside. I feel safer. Do you own a nightgown? No, I haven't worn those since I was a kid. Have you ever worn fishnets? Fishnet gloves. I WISH I could pull off fishnet pants. Would you rather go out to eat or be eaten out? In times like THESE???????? Bitch I wanna go eat out at a yummy restaurant. Do you always wear your seat belt? ABSOLUTELY. I get so stressed out when I see people not wearing one. Have you ever liked someone much older than you? Not much older. Have you ever been in a play? Just school ones as a kid. Is there ice cream in your freezer? No, but there's popsicles from when I couldn't get my tongue ring out and it was massively swollen and in terrible pain. Thank God I finally got it out. Have you ever liked the lyrics of a band but hated the music? Probably. Does your bathroom have a window? Yeah, but it's very small and up kinda high. Do you go somewhere to get your eyebrows done? I used to, but I don't anymore. I just leave them be. Do you believe prayer really works? Nope. Have you been on a date in the park? No. Are there any diseases/health problems that run in your family? A whole. Fucking. Lot. To just name a few, depression, high blood pressure, heart disease, cancer, diabetes... Do you have asthma? No. Last person to take off your pants, besides you? Jason. Least favorite alcoholic drink? Mother of God, this white wine I tried at Colleen's forever ago. It was fucking repulsive. How did you meet the last male you texted? I mean I literally came from his balls so like Have you ever had an embarrassing email address? Ha ha yeah, the one I've always had. It's not very adult-ish or "serious"-sounding, but I don't want to change it now. Do you put shampoo in your left or right hand? Left. I squeeze with my right. Do you have a bull ring through your nose? No, I don't feel that would look good on me. Do you and your dad get along? Yes. When was the last time you did clay work/pottery? My last year of art in high school. I made an anatomical heart for Jason. I wonder a lot if he still has it after how much work I put into it. Do you like art, hate it or just not mind it? I adore art. The world would be so much more boring without it. If you had to choose would you prefer dull pain for 12hours or sharp for 2? Ew, dull. Two hours with sharp pain sounds awful. Do you know the words to the national anthem of your country? Yeah. Would you rather be a Model, Famous Scientist, Singer or Chef? Scientist, probably. I'd love to be a biologist anyway, and that's a type of scientist. Would you rather be a pilot, crime scene investigator or estate agent? Ohhh, crime scene investigator. Does making others happy really make you feel happy? Yes! Did you ever swear at a teacher in school? Why? No. Have you ever pricked your finger on Holly or another ‘sharp’ plant? Yeah. Have you ever written your own short story? Yes. What about a novel? Or perhaps you started and couldn’t finish? "I started writing several novels, but abandoned them all." <<<< Same yo. Either of the above, if this was the case, place short synopsis here: The first one was about a very close meerkat family, divided into elemental "breeds," and the prince falling in love with another of his kind. His father had a stray brother who constantly aimed to destroy the family, but he was converted towards the end. That's all I can really remember about that one. There were others like two species of animals I made also falling in love, despite being predators and prey of each other, and fulfilling some sorta prophecy with their offspring. The other two I recall- yo fuck it I keep remember more and more okay I wrote a LOT. Do you prefer SciFi/Fantasy/Action/Horror or Rom/Com/RealLife? I'm guessing you mean in books, given the last three questions? I have a strong preference for fantasy. What do you have a lot of faith in [note: can be anything]? Hell if I know. Would you rather have a big house, a lot of kids or a high flying job? High flying job, easily. I don't want kids, nor do I need a large house, especially considering I hate cleaning even this tiny one. Have you ever been to a creepy/haunted/abandoned place? Yeah. What did it look like and what were the circumstances? It was this really old, mostly dilapidated shack full of cool stuff. It was by the field near our old house. Me, my sister, and our friend hung out there and explored all the time until this freaky woman showed out and told us we shouldn't be there. Do you know a Jack? What’s he like? Yeah. I don't him that well though, so idk. How about a Lisa? What’s she like? Yeah, she's one of my WoW friends that I've become really close with. She is an absolute sweetheart, but talks about herself way, way too excessively to the point it's hard to have a conversation sometimes. I know she doesn't realize it, though. When you have children, would you like twins? I say enough that I don't even want kids, SO FUCK NO. Do you know any twins? If so, what are they called? Yes. Tyler and Taylor. I know others, but idr their names. What personality trait does nearly everyone in your family seem to have? We're stubborn as all fuck hell. Do you have any nicknames that aren’t derived from your actual name? Yeah, some online ones and then my mom has called me "Twinkie" since I was a baby. Do you have any allergies? Yeah, of pollen and silver. What is the longest your hair has ever been? To or maybe even past the small of my back. Have you ever been on a blind date? No, not my jam. What is the oldest piece of clothing you still wear and how old is it? I really don't kn- oh yes I do. I have these oooold old thin and sewn-back-up-fifty-times Batman pj pants from when Jason and I were together, so maybe like... seven years? Thanks PTSD, I'm attached to them because Batman was his thing. How often do you eat out at a fancy restaurant? Just about never. Nutella or peanut butter? UGGGGGHHHHH I've been on a nutella thing lately. Have you ever hosted a wild party? Definitely not. Name/author of the last book you read cover to cover. Do you recommend it? Wings of Fire: The Lost Heir by Tui Sutherland. Yes, it was very good. How many of your Facebook friends do you actually hang with? Besides my immediate family, like... none anymore. Have you ever donated blood? Yes. From 1-10, how much do you like decorating for holidays? This is hard to gauge. I've never seriously done it myself, and I don't really have the motivation to do it just to take it all down a month or so later. I love it in concept, but yeah. Favorite animated Disney character? Probably Kiara from TLK2. Have you ever cooked a big family meal by yourself? Ha, no. Favorite winter activity? TAKING PICTURES IN THE SNOOOOOOOOW. Do you consider rapping singing? I mean I guess? Does your home have a fireplace? No. Do you listen to any religious music? No. Do you drink soda? If so, which one is your favorite? Ugh... soda is my weakness. I'd probably lose weight easier if I just stopped drinking it. Mountain Dew Voltage is my favorite, and I've also been on a serious strawberry Sunkist thing lately. How easily do you cry? I cry very, very easily. Can you handle spicy foods? What is your spice limit? Oh yeah. The only way I know how to gauge this one is that I enjoy the "hot" sauce at BWW lol. I've actually kinda cut back on HOW much I enjoy it, though; like I'm more into enjoying my food thoroughly lately than the adrenaline of spicy food. What day of the week is laundry day for you? I personally don't do the laundry because Mom prefers to just do ours together, so. It varies, I think. Have you ever played spin the bottle? No. Do you have any stickers on your laptop computer? If so, what are they of? Not on mine, but the one I currently have to use has tooons. I don't feel like looking at the lid trying to list what they are tho. How often do you say "y'all?" It's pretty much in my normal vernacular due to where I live. Do you believe in evolution? Yes. I have questions and curiosities about it, but when you consider how truly short it has been since considerable natural selection has been observed, why couldn't it exist on a bigger scale? Do you live in an apartment or a house? I live in a house. How long have you been at your current job? I'm unemployed. Have you ever ended a romantic relationship? Yes. Phrase you say the most? Probably "oof" lmao. Have you ever kissed anyone of the same gender? If so, did you like it? Yes and yes. Have you ever given anyone CPR? No. Have you ever learned to do anything from a how-to video on YouTube? Yes, mainly just editing stuff. Have you ever auditioned for a reality competition show? No. Have you ever been in the audience for the taping of a TV show? No. I've been at hockey games with Dad, but I don't consider those "TV shows." Have you ever given money to a street performer? I've never even seen one. Do you own any homemade clothing? Not that I know of. Have you ever bought anything from a flea market? Yeah, decorations 'n trinkets and stuff. I love flea markets. Have you ever quit a job? Yes. Are your birth parents together? No. Do you or have you ever worn glasses? I've worn glasses for years now. Have you ever been broken up with? AKA died in spirit? :^) Have you ever been the victim of a nasty prank? Not to my recolleciton. Favorite fandom? Y'all been known, the Markiplier fandom is a goddamn family. Can you surf? No. What motivates you to do well in life? The knowledge that I've most likely only got one life to make something of. How lucky do you consider yourself? I mean, ALL things considered, I'd say I'm at just below the baseline, maybe? I mean I could be homeless or dying of malaria or something. Have you ever been summoned for jury duty? No. Favorite summer activity? Swimming! Have you ever lived on a farm? No. I wanted to for years as a little kid, though. How often do you get mad at yourself? I've lately been in an almost constant state of anger regarding myself, honestly. Have you ever gotten any stitches? Yes. Favorite YouTube channel? The Marker Plier guy. Do you have a pool at your house? No. Last thing that made you laugh? Something on Game Grumps. Earbud or earmuff headphones? Earbuds. Earmuffs hurt my head and ears. Have you ever been a bridesmaid or a groomsman? Yes. Have you ever gotten a New Year’s kiss exactly at midnight? I don't think so. Have you ever voted for a reality competition show? The only time I did that I remember is when Landau Eugene Murphy Jr. won America's Got Talent. I adored him and voted like mad. Does anyone in your family currently serve in your country’s military? Ummm maybe distantly? I don't know anyone off the top of my head. Are you comfortable with watching rated R movies? Well yeah.

#survey #surveys #questions

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vanllacreme1 · 5 years

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it’s mac again ! i’m bringing over an old-ish oc that i hardly got to play but really loved ( which means that this intro is long bc i have a lot of thoughts about my son ) !! pls welcome my babiest baby boi, TEDDY LEUNG .

☕ . ˚ ◝ ( lucas wong. cismale. he/him. ) theodore “teddy” leung is a twenty year old aries. the freelancer’s go-to order is vanilla creme frappe with two pumps of raspberry syrup and extra whip cream. they like to listen to ring ding dong by shinee while they wait for their order. the employees of the deja brew think they are meek but swear they’re totally optimistic as well. maybe that’s why a spray paint can, a velcro chain wallet, and earbuds remind me of them.

mentions of ptsd. injury. 9/11. deafness.

i. born and fostered out of love, teddy leung is the son of a first generation chinese american military officer and a thai lounge singer. having met while his father was stationed overseas, his parents fell in love but just before they could get their relationship could fully bloom, teddy’s father was sent back to america. regretfully, teddy’s parents parted ways but even with an ocean between them, the culmination of their short-lived romance grew into a new life.

ii. teddy was a surprise, to everyone involved, and in fear for his love and his child’s life in the hands of her traditionalist parents ( afterall she was young, unwed and pregnant ), teddy’s father sent for her, causing her to have to leave everything she knew behind for a man she knew for only eight months. but they were in love and they both felt as if their situation was the fates telling them to be together.

iii. teddy came into the world kicking and screaming, his little lungs gasping for air as his limbs stretched out of their confines for the first time. an explosive ball of energy that his mother ate up and his father smiled down on protectively. he was their special boy, golden and proof that all their hardships -- the arguments, the alienation of her family, the stress -- was all worth it in the end.

iv. and for the first few years, it was harmonious. all focus was on raising teddy and providing for him, his father training the battalion on fort irwin and his mother working as a music teacher for the kids in the area. then, in the aftermath of 9/11, teddy’s father was deployed for five years on active duty in afghanistan where he served until a hostile bombing left him injured.

v. returning home after all that time away was an adjustment for teddy’s father, having to cope with not only the strain of physical therapy and ptsd, but also with his 7-year-old son whom he hadn’t spent any real time with since the boy was three. but, teddy, with his big, wondering eyes and even bigger, tender heart, tried to connect with his father the way he was close with his mother.

vi. but even then, there was only so much that teddy and his father could see eye to eye on. art and music became a big part of teddy’s life, while sport and the sciences were his father’s interests. it alienated them both from each other, for the short while before teddy’s father accepted a recruitment job in san diego and became busy again.

vii. in san diego, teddy found a little more independence, enrolling in the local public school instead of the school on the army base. and things were fine, again, until they weren’t. by the time teddy was 11, he developed ménière’s in his left ear, causing him to become hard of hearing on top of bouts of vertigo and tinnitus. he fought a lot with his parents then, his angsty teenage bullshit hitting an absolute peak early on when his parents wanted him to get fitted for an aid and he wanted to just let nature take its course ( he still has his one good ear, he’d argue ).

viii. eventually, they came to an agreement, that teddy would go to counselling and learn asl in lieu of getting an aid, and that teddy wouldn’t complain when his family relocated again in the beginning of his freshman year of high school. moving, this time to colorado, drove a deeper wedge between teddy and his father. and as much as he loves the man, they just didn’t seem to click anymore.

ix. so teddy tried to be a good son for him, focused on school and behaved the best he could. it was only after teddy started applying for university, that he felt the spark of excitement again. the possibility of going back to the place he was the longest, to southern california, was all that he cared about. his college years were going to be the time he became more independent from his parents, finally gaining some semblance of his own person beyond what his parents tried to mold him into.

***DISCLAIMER: teddy is written by a hearing person and his condition may be written inaccurately. please know that i am not at all trying to offend anyone who is HoH and that i will do my best to research and be mindful of the portrayal of his hearing loss. that being said, if you are offended by the way i portray his hearing loss in any capacity, please message me privately so we can have a conversation and i can learn from my mistake.

quick fax

- is an army brat so he moved around a lot growing up ; spent high school years elsewhere, but moved back to cali for university - is studying accounting bc ,,, idk its stable and he’s never really had stability in his life until now - such a glass half full person but is that one ‘ everything is fine ’ meme - will try anything once ; whether or not it sticks depends on how much he ends up enjoying it - would also stand up 2 someone but immediately regret it after - is hard of hearing in his left ear ( ménière’s disease ) so he will lean toward the noise to hear better aka im so sorry if he’s in ur bubble, he just cant hear what uR’E SAYING - he’s ,,, ,v loud w/o realizing it - bc of his meniere’s he can’t have caffeine ( lol ) but he likes the cafe culture and likes to go to deja brew to sketch - also has earbuds in like 24/7 ; gets nagged by his mom that he SHOULDN’T but like ,,,, he’s accepted that his hearing is gonna get worse anyway so LMAO - doesn’t wear an aid and hasn’t used sign language in a very long time but still remembers a lot of it - teddy vc: what ? - does the graffiti on the weekends , pls dont tell his mom ; art is his “hobby” as his dad would say , v artistic and likes to go to moca on their free nights - loves all kinds of music, esp mongolian throat singing ; impressionism is his favorite art movement ; thinks rupi kaur is a charlatan but she’s making money off white people so : / - has a tattoo on his right buttcheek bc why not , someone probably dared him to - naturally wakes up at 6 am, no matter how late he was up the night before ; goes on morning runs - incidentally, he also takes a lot of naps during the day - is technically (f)unemployed ; answers craigslist ads for cash, nothing shady, just like cleans old ladies homes and helps people move furniture - owns a second hand bicycle with a woven basket in the front uwu ; may or may not have found it at a junk yard - will stop to pet a dog on the side of the street ; will also point out animals when he passes them - think andy dwyer, john mulaney, jake peralta, miles morales, jason mendoza and others i cant care to look up rn but u get the idea i hope

possible connections

roommates / housemates, classmates / schoolmates, friends, enemies ( tho he’d probably cry if u told him u didnt like him ), lovers / ex lovers, etc. whatever come yell at me if u want something. find me here or on discord ( 𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙, 𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖈#3596 )

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hollyhomburg · 6 years

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♡ SANDCASTLES♡ PART 4: ♡Wide Awake♡

Summary: The web of love between the 5 of you becomes even more tangled, and you're at the center of it. Even if you don't know it- you have them absolutely whipped.

(OMEGAVERSE AU) (POLYAMORY AU)

← PART 3: LOST IN LOVE MAZE ← → MASTERLIST→

TAGS: brief mentions of grief, grieving, anxiety, kissing, fluff, polyamory, dates, Omega! Jimin x Omega! Reader x Alpha! Namjoon x Alpha! Hoseok x Alpha! Yoongi

W/C: 5.7k

A/N: Here you guys go! lots of fluff and happiness in this one! the next parts will be a little slower to come since I'm leaving for South Korea soon! if you like this please consider donating to my patreon here! next chapter will either be a smutty smutty chapter or full of domestic fluff.

- The alphas spend a night brushing away Jimin’s tears and holding him. Rubbing his back soothingly as he vomits into the toilet. The emotional turmoil and the alcohol a bad mix for anyone let alone the sensitive omega.

- “Aren’t you mad at me? Angry that I kissed someone else other than you?” Hoseok’s face breaks when he says that. “How could we be? Not when she makes you happy Jimin, its ok you know, okay for you to love her like you love us.” Namjoon realizes that Hoseok might still be a little drunk.

- Jimin shakes as he looks up at the alphas, Namjoon is sitting on the edge of the bathtub while Yoongi leans against the doorframe, and Hoseok rubs his back soothingly again.

- Hoseok is always inclined to be uplifting when one of the trio- this had gotten even worse when he’d gone to college and discovered alcohol, which had the tendency to make Hoseok even more emotional and more open.

- “Did you know that Namjoon and I were childhood best friends too?” Hoseok says his voice hushed. They don’t often talk about how the alphas got together. Mostly because it was hard. They’d all fought to be together.

- Jimin looks startled by this revelation, “you where!? What happened? How did all of you…?” Jimin asks, and even Yoongi has to admit that this isn’t the best time for this discussion.

- “We kept us a secret from the start,” Namjoon said in a soft hush. “No one realized Hoseok and I were together, not even when we got to college and became roommates. And then this drunk punk ass alpha takes one look at us and asks us how long we’ve been fucking.”

- Jimin looks up at Yoongi incredulously. He’s smirking a little at the memory, he’d had more than a small chip on his shoulder then “I’m glad I had such an impression- because a few months later Hoseok found me sitting alone in the rain at a train station and he brought me home.”

- Hoseok shoots Yoongi a gentle look and comments “always had a thing for strays...” Namjoon runs a hand down the alphas thin thigh.

- Jimin turns and vomits up again- though significantly less than the last time. He’s getting it out of his system. Yoongi doesn't think he’ll remember this conversation in the morning.

- “Why where you at the train station hyung?” Jimin asks wiping spit away from his mouth. Both Hoseok and Namjoon stiffen, shooting concerned looks in Yoongi’s direction.

- “It was just after my mom died, and I just couldn’t go home anymore- I didn’t know where home was,” he says softly.

- And Namjoon and Hoseok are so proud- because it’s been enough years since then that Yoongi’s voice doesn’t even shake anymore when he talks about that time. The time when he could barely get out of bed, when he couldn’t speak without crying.

- He’d only been a stranger- but Hoseok hadn’t been able to let Yoongi drown. And who was Namjoon to decline his love when all he wanted to do was help? (Namjoon had never been able to say no to Hoseok).

- But both Namjoon and Hoseok had known, had felt the rightness shift in their bones when they held the alpha through his sadness. And when he’d looked up from his depression, Namjoon knows that Yoongi found a new home without really meaning too.

- It had taken a few more years to convince Yoongi that they really did want him, however; Hoseok and Namjoon had been together for so long that it had been a balancing act to make sure Yoongi didn’t feel left out- which of course turned into smothering in the beginning.

- Their relationship had been a steep steep learning curve, but their rocky start was one of the reasons why loving jimin had been so easy to adjust to.

- “The rest is probably better for another time- but the important thing is that I when I found home I didn't run away, and Jimin.” Yoongi breaks as the younger looks up from him, “I think y/n’s always been your home”

- “You don’t think its wrong- two omega’s loving each other?” he says, and Jimin looks so unsure- so ready to hear the opposite when they say that no- no it isn’t.

- The love he feels for you isn’t wrong, no more than 3 alphas loving each other.

- It’s the first time anyone’s ever given Jimin permission for loving you and he thought he would be happy but it makes him hurt so keenly. All that flashes in front of his face is the image of your betrayed expression.

- It hurts the three of them to see Jimin so upset and torn between his nature and what he’s been told is right or wrong.

- “It’s not wrong at all Jimin- if you love her, we can love her too” Hoseok whispers. Yoongi winces, and Namjoon might say that he’s drunk- but he feels sober. Some things are better left for sober conversations. but another wave of vomiting hits Jimin and he doesn't get a chance to respond

- Jimin falls asleep in their arms that night and wakes up with a hangover that sends him running to the toilet and then back to bed unable to keep any food down until later that evening. His muscles are also sore from the performance and he’s more than a little emotionally exhausted.

- Yoongi keeps him company, content to smother Jimin in kisses until the sun goes down. Yoongi could pin his sickness on just a hangover but Jimin’s hormones have been going haywire from nervousness to shame and back again- he’d only recently gotten a good enough read on Jimin’s scent to read his mood through it. And from the looks of it so has Namjoon who pops in occasionally.

- Namjoon had always been a little more in tune with his alpha instincts than the others, and with his emotions. He finds himself missing the calm and peace in their apartment- but more than that, he finds himself missing you.

- He misses you so much, he wakes from a good dream one morning feeling lonely- he had a weird day off and woke up alone.

- In the dream, he was pressed in between you and jimin with Hoseok and Yoongi on either side of you- it was so soft and comfortable and warm.

- When he wakes Namjoon decides that he needs to know if you’re ok- if you’re upset at all he wants to soothe you. Namjoon calls you and he hears a jagged inhale on the other line before the call disconnects- and figures you must have mistakenly picked up.

- Hoseok say’s it’s only in their alpha’s nature to want to protect an unmated omega, but all of them- even Jimin, know it’s not it, even if they don’t confront it just yet.

- When Jimin comes home from his first day back to work at Hoseok’s studio Namjoon finds him inhaling deep breaths trying not to cry while he changes- and he see’s why, a sweatshirt of his that smells faintly of you- of your apartment is clutched in his hands.

- Namjoon knows Jimin feels guilty- though none of them have brought up the fact that Jimin kissing you were technically cheating- it doesn’t bother Namjoon at all, and after the dream, he thinks he might know why.

- Namjoon puts an end to it that night, sitting down on the edge of the bed with Jimin and talking it out, just the two of them.

- The Confession feel strange on his tongue, and to Jimin, the knowledge that he’s not the only one who loves you makes him a weird mixture of hopeful and apprehensive.

- And in the day’s following the night at the salsa bar- the alphas can’t help but wonder what’s running through your head too, if you’re doing okay, and if you need any comfort too.

- Namjoon confesses to Hoseok later the next day and Hoseok almost chokes before admitting, “I’ve been feeling that way too- Joonie, you’re not alone.”

- “Well, it’s about time,” Yoongi says from the doorway, his arms crossed, “I thought I was going to have to beat some sense into you before you both realized it.”

- It’s not that they love you already, they know that love is a process, not an event- but they feel like the could one day.

- The next morning, the alphas sit Jimin down and tell him their secret. “oh my god” Jimin says, standing abruptly, leveling each of them with a shocked gaze, “Are you okay?” Namjoon asks, trying not to let the fear leak into his voice. “of course!- oh my god Joon- I am, I just- I don’t know what to say, or what to do- what do we do?”

- Across town you spend another morning alone, pouring over your coffee, Wondering what the fuck you should do about your predicament.

- You’re torn between trying to put back up the walls that you’ve had to build over years and reinforcing them or tearing them down and screwing it all to hell.

- The rational part of you says that it was just one drunk night- but Jimin would laugh in your face if you said that. Jimin wasn’t just another drunk friend who got too handsy.

- And then there was your memory of the alphas, which didn’t look angry but hungry, that made you feel 100% more conflicted about the night.

- You don’t know if the fact that Jimin hasn’t come home in the last few days makes it easier or harder. You would have thought it would be hard to avoid Jimin- living in the same apartment and all, but you find it mostly empty in the days that follow.

- But then you notice little things move around the apartment. His warmer jacket gets hung up on the hooks on the landing and his lighter one goes missing as spring warms up the city.

- His absence doesn’t make you worried. You figure that he must need all the comfort that his alphas can give him right now, with how you’re declining every call, every text gets left on read, your voicemail box is already full.

- You don’t know what you would say to him. You need time to sort through your emotions.

- But then one day, nearly a week after Jimin’s showcase. You’re getting out of work late. The first brush of spring is just beginning to color the trees green and too your surprise you find Yoongi there.

- He’s leaning up against the lamp post where Jimin used too wait for you, wearing a beany and a baggy green sweater, A bag of take-out clutched in his hands.

- You glance up at him tentatively about to apologize- for kissing his boyfriend, for avoiding them, but he just holds up a bag of takeout and says, “I didn’t come here to upset you, I just want to-“ he struggles with the words for a second then just lifts the takeout bag again “have dinner with me?” he offers.

- You’re Puzzled, where he could possibly take you at this late hour? but you agree to go with him.

- And he takes you to this little rooftop garden that’s set up with a projector, an air mattress on the gravel floor and more than a few pillows.

- It’s a little more lavish Than you’d been expecting- you were expecting maybe to sit on a bench in the park - not a set up that was straight off Pinterest.

- On the top of the building it’s more than a little chilly and by the end of the first movie, Yoongi has drifted closer to you for warmth. Any tiredness you felt early is gone despite the fact that the air mattress is more than a little comfortable.

- “Awe Did Yoongi want cuddles?” you say in a mocking voice, smiling at him so that he knows you’re just teasing. He hides his face in your shoulder- the sudden contact sending a pulse of something through your body. “Shut up” he growls into your skin, and you laugh at his grumpy expression. His aggression is half-hearted.

- What a far cry you’ve come with your friendship with him- the first time you’d met he’d been accusatory and more than a little grumpy, and now he Was asking you for cuddles.

- You have a perfect view of the skyline and bowls of popcorn that Yoongi throws at you when you don’t laugh at the funny parts of his favorite movie. (You later learn that he called in a favor from an artist he did some recording for to use their private garden)

-And he does what he’s promised- never even mentions Jimin to you. Walking you home when you finally say that you’re too tired and that you might fall asleep here if it gets any later.

- A little pink colors his cheek as he stutters and tells you goodnight He leans in, swerving at the last second to kiss your cheek below the eves of your door.

- Though your stomach hurts from laughing and your cheeks hurt from smiling- you can't find sleep that night, blushing and turning over when you think about…when you think about Yoongi.

- You don’t quite understand what the night was all about. But you think your best friends boyfriend might have just taken you out on a date?

- Two day’s later it’s not Yoongi whose waiting outside your workplace- it’s Namjoon. he’s clad in an off-white silk shirt, sans tie for once, that’s popped to show his collar bones and his skin that’s still somehow sun-kissed despite the winter.

- And he takes you to his offices where the janitors have just finished waxing the fancy floors, they bid goodbye to Namjoon and the two of you wait and chat- you get a little tour of his office.

- When everyone’s gone for the night the real fun begins- Namjoon toes off his shoes and puts them to the side as you give him a questioning look. “Some nights I have to stay late- and when there’s no one around I like to have a little fun to unwind”

- He takes a running start and you watch as he slides across the fancy marble- far farther and more gracefully that you would have thought possible. You giggle and Namjoon returns your grin as you take off your shoes leaving you in just stockings that are far slipperier.

- You have socks scatting contests- with the promise that the looser buys ice cream.

- You crash into the corners, laughing your ass off when he slams into a wall. Sliding into him as he grabs onto you to keep from falling, your heart thuds when he sends you a determined smile.

- Damn it- why did Jimin’s boyfriend have to have the cutest dimples?

- He grabs onto you again as you near the last lap- trying to keep himself from falling, but he turns too quickly and falls dragging you down with him. he lets out an oof and but his hands cup your waist as you fall on top of him.

- Above him, chest pressed against his, your hair spills over the two of you- a curtain against the outside world, you look down still laughing at his clumsiness,

- Namjoon reaches and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear a tenderness in his gaze that you had thought was only reserved for Jimin and his alphas.

- Flustered you pull yourself to your feet and extend a hand to help him up- a hand which he then uses (the cheater) to pull you behind him and slide his way straight across your imaginary finish line and right into first place.

- As the looser- you take him out to ice cream before the two of you call it a night. He orders cookies and cream and chocolate swirl while you order a strawberry Sunday.

- You get a little-whipped cream on your cheek and instead of wiping it away like a normal person Namjoon leans forward; he cups your jaw in his hand, tilting your head away from him as he presses his lips against your cheek over the whipped cream- kissing it away.

- “You’re as blushy as Jimin” you grumble and turn away, burying your self in your ice-cream, ignoring the way your cheeks burst with flames.

- You don't see the way that Namjoon looks at you, the way his body jumps with a happy nervousness and he just can't stop smiling.

- That night you lie awake in bed and find yourself wishing for another pair of arms around you. Your phone buzzes next to you- it’s Jimin, “I hope you had fun tonight with Joon!” the text reads, and you pick up your phone almost replying. But you just toss your phone away frustrated.

-You don’t know what you would say to Jimin- but what you do know is that you want to talk to him

-That Friday night Hoseok turns up at your office doorstep dragging you out of a late night spent translating. All he really has to do is send you a look and you’re packing up your stuff- though you do duck into the bathroom on your way out to make sure that you don’t look entirely decrepit.

- He takes you to where he used to work- he still has friends at the Towol theater where he used to be the main choreographer- the place spurned his career as a teacher. And he tells you that they sometimes still send actors his way when they can’t seem to understand a certain dance move.

- But you don’t stop at the velvet seats to watch the last few minutes of practice going on late night, he leads you back behind the velvet curtains of the stage and through the prop room (where Hoseok stops briefly to say hi to the stage manager that he used to know- who is wrapping up for the night)

- Hoseok had noticed your fashion choices, the care you put into your appearance while still having fun with usually drab office style and he thought you might like this- he’d been determined to give you the best first date out of all of the alphas.

- In the costume room, there are isles and isles of the most fantastic and whimsical costumes, isles of tulle, dresses made of sequins, satin skirts, historically accurate gowns and even a suit of armor which you try to convince Hoseok to put on as well as character heads and crowns from productions long since passed.

- Hoseok pulls out a bunch of bottles from his bag, mostly champagne and white wine (not red of course- he didn’t want to risk staining any of the costumes) “these where gifts from parents after our last rush of college applications, wanna get wasted and put on a fashion show?”

- You and Hoseok get drunk on wine and get progressively more adventurous, you convince him to wear a red satin suit that looks like it was made of roses (from a production of Shakespeare’s a midsummer nights dream) while he makes you try on a tutu from Swan Lake.

- By the end of the night, you have enough Instagram photos for a lifetime and you fall into a heap of old velvet curtains behind the stage dragging Hoseok down with you. Quietly laughing and talking animatedly, all the while passing the bottle of champagne between you while you look up at the ceiling of the theater and admiring all the colored lights. All the other people in the building gone. it’s so peaceful in the quiet of the stage.

- “Jimin got so lucky with the three of you,” you say not bitterly or with jealousy - it’s just a fact at this point. Hoseok splutters on champagne.

- Not only are his alphas kind and respectful and caring but they’re fun- so much fun, you can spend time with them and it never feels like you get tired enough to want to cut your outing short. and you tell him as much trying to keep the want and the wistfulness out of your voice.

- How lucky he was to have them.

- “He doesn’t- he’s not the only one that’s lucky y/n, we are for having known you too. Can’t you see how lucky he is to have you? how happy we are all to have you in our lives?”

- You swallow back your words and shake your head, tears fill your eyes, and it’s not because you’re sad, but because his words are a comforting balm against your inner conflict, and try as you might it’s hard to believe his words.

- You know that It’s messy, your relationship with the alpha’s and Jimin is a little too close to be just friends. with invisible boundary lines that are so clearly drawn you can almost feel them.

- The way that Yoongi and Namjoon have pulled you close and the way that Hoseok, lets your thighs brush now is too much. The taste of his lips on the champagne bottle is illicit and stirs a wanting in you that you shouldn’t have.

- You shouldn’t want your best friends boyfriends but you do.

- Hoseok’s long fingers touch your cheeks, “there now- don’t cry,” he mutters leaning in close to press his nose into your hair. You smell so nice, and the sadness he feels radiating off you in waves make his senses go haywire. The flush of alpha pheromones washes over you, making your muscles relax incrementally. “It’s gonna be fine Y/n”

- The brush of Hoseok’s lips against your cheek is so unexpected that you almost flinch; he supports himself with an arm on the other side of your hip, his thumb pressed to the bare expanse of your hip and he decides that he wants more. he waits a moment- waits to see if you push him away, but you don’t.

- You gasp when Hoseok presses another kiss to your nose, and then truly shake when his lips meet yours. The kiss sends a thrum of new energy through you but his lips are cool and gentle against yours, he tastes like bubbly champagne, dust from the curtains, and something so entirely Hoseok that's addicting. it makes you chase his lips and return the kiss.

- You shudder before the realization runs through you that in all likelihood Jimin wasn’t the only one getting courted by this alpha triad.

- Your fingers find Hoseok’s jaw as you hold him too you for a second more, you can feel him shaking a little too, he shifts on the pile of curtains, and the kiss becomes harder his lips more biting.

- when he pulls away he laughs a little breathlessly, his soft and excited smile is the mirror of yours. his forehead rests against yours, his curly red hair tickling your skin.

- “wow” you sigh into his mouth, “wow is right” he pants back.

- “I can't believe you where the first one to kiss her!” Jimin says excitedly and giddy when Hoseok finally comes home that night, he’s cuddled in-between Yoongi and Namjoon, who reads a book with his horned rimmed glasses, while Yoongi taps away on his phone.

-The scene is so Offaly domestic but Hoseok loves it so much- wouldn’t want to come home to anything less.

- Namjoon glances over the top of his glasses as Hoseok smiles and takes off his shirt and pants before changing into pajamas,

- “Hey we kissed her on the cheek.” Yoongi grumbles into Jimin’s neck nuzzling into the omega further. Jimin’s soft smell always managed to lull Yoongi into an early sleep- something that was hard most nights that he decided to stay at his own apartment.

- Jimin giggles, the elder alpha’s nose a little ticklish against the sensitive skin of his neck “that doesn’t count hyung.” Yoongi’s arms curl around Jimin and he squeezes.

- “I'll show you what counts you brat.” He says and Jimin laughs. The alphas feel their hearts lighten to hear that laugh again as Hoseok tucks into the bed beside Namjoon.

- Hoseok takes Namjoon’s book out of his hands and replaces his empty arms with his body, “someones needy” he comments, but lets hoseok lie across him, Namjoon’s hands come up to card through Hoseok’s, and when he turns he finds Jimin making a funny face at him. Hoseok hides his face and Jimin laughs again.

- All of them are so happy that Jimin’s smiling and laughing again.

- A few nights later Namjoon wakes and reaches out- your scent on his tongue and he opens his eyes to find Yoongi awake, his eyes a little wet- he doesn't get emotional often. And Namjoon realizes they’ve both been reaching for the same person.

- You, but you’re not here.

- So Namjoon pulls the elder close and whispers against the skin of his neck that you’ll be fine, and Jimin and you will makeup and you’ll be there to fill their bed soon.

- Because Yoongi might be silent and quiet most of the time but when it comes down to it he feels things a little too keenly sometimes. having two people that he cares about at such an impasse is keenly painful.

- Namjoon wants to know how you’ve gotten them all so whipped so fast. He finds himself checking his phone to see if you’ve texted him. Yoongi argues with Hoseok- wanting to take you out two nights in a row over the next week.

- The alpha’s keep showing up at your place of work over the next few weeks, taking you on date after date, Namjoon takes you to the aquarium, Hoseok appears one Saturday afternoon to tour the local botanical gardens, and Yoongi appears the next morning with a box full of snacks intent on cuddling with you under the covers until the sun sets again.

- Every time they show up- you almost ask them to invite Jimin, but it never feels like you can get the words out.

- Until one day- three weeks after he kissed you, Jimin shows up in front of your office. he’s standing against the lamppost he always waits for you at, Clad in a cream-colored shirt tucked into his black pants, a small shy smile on his face.

- You run to hug him- all your trepidation rushing out of you when you see him- your other half. His arms are strong around you as he clutches you towards him and you lean up on your tippy toes to reach around his neck.

- “I missed you,” you breathe out in a rush as he squeezes you tightly. It’s only been 3 weeks but it feels like too long.

- “I missed you too,” he says holding onto your shoulder as your feet touch down. He forgot what your scent did to him but right now it wraps around him like a comforting blanket. It was one thing to smell it on his alpha’s when they came home- quite another thing to have of you here in his arms.

- It makes Jimin little more shaky- but somehow more sure about what he wants- what he needs.

- “They’re waiting for us at a restaurant a few blocks away- it’s Yoongi’s favorite barbeque place if you’re interested?” you nod softly,

- He holds out his hand for you and silently you take it, and his smile becomes surer as he offers to take your coat (it’s warm enough that you don’t need it right now- though it was cold this morning. He folds it over one arm as he locks the other with yours pressing your side into his.

- “I certainly made a mess of things didn’t I” Jimin says, reluctant to hurt the quiet night, you purse your lips but after a moment you decide not to say a thing. “I wish I had done things differently- I wish things were different- you don’t know this but every star I see, every dandelion or fortune cookie, every new moon- I wish for you, every wish I’ve ever used has been for you- even when we were kids”

- “You wish that one of us was a beta or an alpha you mean.” He’d repeated this sentiment more than once when you were kids- though not as a wish more as a hope. You had both hoped so much in the first weeks of your relationship that one of you would be a beta or an alpha.

- But now Jimin shakes his head,

- “Not at all no- I’ve realized the last few months that change is unnecessary- they’ve shown me that there’s nothing wrong with us, and the way we love each other.”

- You nod slowly, disagreeing with him about your mutual feelings seems stupid at this point. it’s abundantly clear that neither of you ever stopped loving each other. But you suck on your lower lip, still unsure.

- “Jimin, our families-” they still live in the same house- still talk as much as you guys do. You know that they’re still just as opposed to same secondary sex- relationships as they where when you were kids. They would disown you if they found out.

- “You’re the only person I need- the only one I’ve ever needed.”

- “What about Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok?” you ask, and Jimin just looks at you a little frustrated- pouting.

- “Please, who do you think’s been urging me to confess and talking me through all of this? Haven’t you noticed they’ve been taking you out on dates? I even helped Hoseok pick out the wine that you would like.”

-You pull away to look at him, “hang on? You’ve been helping them plan those?”

- Jimin’s cheeks pink up and he shrugs, “how else do you think Yoongi knew what you would like from that Italian place?” all this time you thought that the kisses where stolen and forbidden- you’d felt guilty as they courted you, and now finding out that Jimin had known- it makes you feel nervous.

- Because if they wanted you and he wanted you- what was stopping you from being with them?

- You where the only thing standing in the way of this.

- You get closer to the restaurant now, and through the warm and open glass doors, you can see the three alphas sitting and drinking at the bar- waiting until you get there to sit at a table.

- You spy Yoongi talking animatedly to Hoseok about something as Namjoon checks his phone and bounces his leg- looking nervous- they all do.

- “Y/n,” Jimin says, as you pause, and you look back up at him.

- You know his face better than you know your own; you know the pillow of his lips, and the way his blond hair curls against the nape of his neck. The barely there freckles on the tops of his cheeks. Everything about him is both keenly familiar and achingly new.

- “You don’t need to come in- you don’t need to agree to be with me or them or any of it. But I know how I feel about you- that I love you. And though I think you might feel that way too, know that nothing needs to change if you don’t want it too.”

- Jimin holds your hands in his, and they’re soft but somehow still strong and they’re the only hands you’ve ever known and wanted to hold, “I can learn distance, to be just your friend again.”

- Looking into that restaurant you think you want to hold the alphas hands too- you think you could get into a relationship with all of them, you think you could love them the way you love Jimin. You could, you might, and you want to, but the important question is if you can.

- “But I think we’re worth the try, no matter what comes,” Jimin says before he leans in and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

- “I’m going to go in, if you don’t want this, you can just go home- I’ll tell them to back off and we can go back to the way that things where I promise.”

- You can see that he means it. Jimin’s ready to lay himself bare, let himself fall without the promise of you catching him- all for a hit, the barest promise of getting to love you.

- Jimin smiles sadly, pretends his eyes aren’t glassy when he sees the conflict in your eyes. He turns away from you the love of his life- his soulmate. And makes himself walk towards the alphas, he opens the door and heaves in an uneven breath when he doesn’t hear your footsteps behind him.

- The bell above the door tinkles.

- But your hand catches it behind him to keep it from shutting. He turns startles, your breath is heaving as you pull Jimin close and connect your lips with his, kissing him with all the passion that you’ve held in all these years.

- In the entryway of the restaurant, no one besides the hostess can give you a disapproving look when Jimin stumbles back against the coat rack.

- His smile is brighter than you’ve ever seen it when he pulls away and cups your face, laughing at the incredulity of it. At the fact that he has you, that you’re here in his arms.

- At the bar, the three alphas notice the two of you tucked in and heave a sigh of relief, though Namjoon’s leg doesn’t stop shaking, they pretend not to have seen you kiss when the hostess Leeds the two of you over, Jimin holding your hand- unwilling to let it go even for a second.

- Namjoon pulls out your seat for you after Yoongi kisses your hand making you blush. And the 5 of you fall into old habits acting like absolutely nothing just transpired, but Jimin’s grin is infectious and his eyes are only for you tonight.

- Yoongi feels his heart jump when he looks at the two of you smiling at each other. When he smells both of your scents intertwining and happy.

- Namjoon feels an almost painful kind of fondness when he finally sees the two of you happy, his hand brushing a comforting line up Jimin’s thigh. And the two share a special secret glance of incredulous happiness.

- Hoseok feels like his heart is about to burst when he looks at the four of you at the table when he leaves briefly for the restroom and then comes back. His heart feels too big for his chest, and he takes a second to calm down.

- After dinner they walk you and Jimin back to your apartment, the alphas promise to give you some time to yourselves. The alphas kiss each of you goodnight at the door.

- You’re going to take it slow, you guessed as much, but you’re a little shy as Namjoon kisses you for the first time (he never did get around to it during your dates)

- Hoseok wolf whistles when he cups your jaw and tilts your head making you break away, both of you breathing heavy, you bury your head in Namjoon’s chest hiding your flushed face. Namjoon’s chest shakes with nervous laughter - And goddamn it- he feels like a teenager again.

- You and Jimin pile all your blankets and pillows onto his bed and spend the night wrapped up in each other. He presses kisses to your lips until the early hours of the morning and the sunlight is turning your curtains grey, just looking at you in the semi-darkness.

- Sometimes you talk and other times you don’t, sometimes tears escape your eyes and you hold on to him like he might slip away. But Jimin promises himself and you that night that he’ll never ever let you again.

- Your lips are chapped and swollen by the morning- but neither of you mind.

♡ Part 5 (Coming Soon) ♡

a/n: so the first kiss between Hobi and reader is actually based off of my first kiss which happened after a school play! I don’t have the next few parts written so updates will be irregular. hope you liked this fluff!

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newlifefori · 5 years

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Not all things are B&W. A little story about me.

Roel Williams

The healing process can differentiate depending on how you look at it. It can be meeting a new person that teaches you necessary lessons. It can look like accomplishing the goals you set out for yourself and sometimes it can be the complete opposite. Pure chaos, a total change of everything in front of you. Having everything destroyed and forced to rise again like the phoenix. That, personally, is the healing process, to me. We are all trying to reach the next level or just improve to be the best we can be. We strive to reach our highest potential. And sometimes, when we do not follow our calling, our bodies have a way of letting us know. That is what happened to me a couple years ago.

The street was faintly lit when I left my best friends house. I stumbled a little due to the alcohol circulating through my veins. A night of celebration because in my mind I deserved it. Anyone would after acceptance into the program I was in. I took a couple steps north towards the 7-11 so conveniently placed and open all hours of the night. Ready for anyone to walk in even at 2am. It was a couple blocks away. As I walked, I could see my breath but I didn't feel the drop in temperature until about 5 seconds later. I didn't have my ipod like I usually would so I was observant of the sounds around me. Footsteps walking up is what caught my ear. I turned to the direction of the sound and two males were in proximity. I knew what was going on but they were nice enough to clarify. “Give me all your fuckin shit right now!”. I was staring right into the barrel of a 9mm pistol but I had no signs of intimidation so they acted upon my arrogance. I felt a solid object hit the back of my head with great force. I fell to the ground. When your adrenaline is pumping you don't really feel pain. You kind of just know what's going on with what seems like subtle contact. It was all just a process until someone grabbed my head and slammed it into the cement of a worn down sidewalk forgetting by the city. Blackout.

I was recently accepted into a program that I had an 8-percent chance of getting into. The the program was called YearUp. A year long program that would teach me professional skills as well as technical. 6 months would be schooling and the other 6 months would be the intership at a very big company in the area. YearUp had a very extensive application process. If you happen to make it past the first phase you would be subjected to multiple meetings and interviews regarding your background, financial situation, living conditions, extra curricular activities and much more. It was a very accomplished moment for me. Here I was in a program that promised me a career in Information Technology. A field that is booming here in the pacific northwest. With this opportunity I tried my hardest and put my heart into it. When it began I was off to the races. I was strong in everything. I excelled in all my classes and I even represented the school when they were trying to score grants. I did so well I earned professional of the week the second week I was there. With all this success I thought IT was the thing I wanted to do as a career. After 6 months of being in the program I was finally sent off to my internship. Seattle Children's Hospital: Research Institute. All was well. I had a badge, access to many different buildings, and on the verge of getting hired on. This was the big reason why I felt the need to celebrate.

I felt the grappling of wires around me, in fact in me. I was turned to my side when I finally awoke. I could see that I wasn't in my street clothes, as I could easily slide back to laying in a position where I faced the bright white lights in the ceiling. I focused my eyes as much as I could and I realized I was in the hospital. As I focused my eyes a little more I took a glimpse at the foot of my bed. There I saw my mother Donna with her head down. She looked down and out. I softly called out: “Mom”. The moment she heard the sound of words escape my mouth she jumped up and ran to me, being careful to not put any weight of my frail body. She wrapped her arms around me and cried out: “Honey, please don't ever scare me like that again.”. I tried to comfort her by telling her I'm alright but she continued to hold me. I Couldn't blame her. She saw everything and I just saw the aftermath. A few moments later a male wearing white came in. He had a clipboard so I knew he was the doctor. He asked if he could sit down and talk to me. I said yes. He grabbed a stool and sat next to my bedside. That's when he let me in on what happened. “Roel, we almost lost you bud. But you're getting better now. You were in a coma for about 4 days. You really need to thank your mom because she got you here in due time.” I then looked at my mom and saw that she was starting to tear up again, I grabbed her hand. “We’re going to keep you here for a couple more days so that you can heal up a little more. Get some rest ok.” He proceeded to walk out of the room and then he stopped. He turned around, looked at me and said: “You're strong Roel. Get some rest.”. It was a lot to take in and all the medication didn't help either. I needed some clarification. I turned to my mom and asked her what happened. She said: “Honey when I arrived at your friend's house you were unconscious. So I rushed you to Highline Hospital. When they got you into the ER they told me you were blind in your left eye so they had to transport you to Harborview. When you got here you were still unconscious. They started to operate on you and that's when….” She began to cry. “That's when you...flatlined honey. They resuscitated you and you flatlined another time. They were finally able to stabilize for about five mins and for some reason you flatlined again.” I asked: “Mom? Did I die?” she softly said: “Yes... but you kept fighting honey. You are here now and that's all that matters ok. Just please, don't scare me like that again.” I sat there in disbelief. But I sat there indeed, alive. So, even under the circumstances I was thankful.

When I was finally healthy enough I returned to my internship. It was a drastic change. Every day that I was there I felt like I wasn't supposed to be. I didn't feel fulfilled anymore and that I was wasting my time. Changing printer paper, installing software, taking monitors out of boxes and being around people that seem to be pursuing their dreams, drained me. Just a year prior I had my first keynote speech in front of a crowd of 500 people. I raised up a lot of money for the people that needed it. I felt like I could fly. Being in front of all those people, telling my story and receiving a standing ovation was the most exhilarating thing I have ever done. That was the vivid daydream I would partake in while I was dealing with people's technical issues.

A week later I had my review regarding my internship. They sat me down and told me that they were really happy with my work as well as my customer service when it came to meeting with people for their computer problems. They also said that they were going to hire me on as soon as the internship ended starting off at about 35/hr. The manager asked: “Well, how do you feel?” I replied: “I actually quit. Thank you for the opportunity but I quit.” Those near death experiences really put my life into perspective. Life can be taken away so quickly, for nothing sometimes. And that forced me to switch my focus to my true calling. To help others find their voice by using mine.

I am a person damaged in many ways. So I will never claim to be fully healed, nor will I ever. I grew up not having a father. I also went through about 16 different foster placements because I lost my mother a day before my 7th birthday. Being 100% will never be an option for me but I can choose to live within the healing process. I believe that I can do that by following my heart and helping as many people as I can. Because of that, I have set many goals to accomplish. On the surface they may seem to only benefit me, but deep down those goals have my community, the world, and the people ingrained within them. A goal I set for myself, that is a part of my healing process was to find stable housing for the first time in my life. People need basics necessities. Food, love, and shelter. Without those you cannot fully start to develop oneself or even begin to think about assisting someone else in the development of themselves. Shelter was always the one that got away. I've only lived in couple homes where the stay was more than a year. Trust was never established because I never knew when I would be forced to up and leave again. So I never put up posters, bought furniture. and I sure in the hell never psychologically settled. It wasn't until a 1 ½ ago that I found a place. I was definitely skeptical about it for months but my roommate and I really connected. I could tell she really cared about me and in the process she became another mother to me. Till this day I am still in that place with a big ol poster in my room. From there, I set a really big goal for myself. To earn an opportunity to have a second keynote speech. I had one a couple years ago advocating for the foster care system and the homeless community. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to see how much more I could help my community just by using my voice. And I wanted to know for sure that giving up that job wasn't in vain. I prayed and prayed, worked hard and one day I got an email from someone claiming they had an opportunity for me. It happen to be an event coordinator speaking on behalf of this organization called Amara. Amara is an agency that promotes adoption of Foster children. They also provide resources to any youth transitioning into Foster Care. She asked me to be the keynote speaker of their event. I said: “Yes! Of course! I gladly accept” I knew then the universe was listening to my wishes and that I was on the right path. This meant the world to me because by using my voice and my story, I raised $432,000.00 for Foster Children. Kids that don't know the power of their voice, yet. Then I set a main goal back in April. It was to get back into college. With all the good things that have come from public speaking my dream revealed itself. I want to be a world renowned public speaker that changes the world in a positive way. I know that college is the first step, so here I am, pursuing my dream. And looking back, I can only be thankful for the events that occurred because without them, I wouldn't be where I am today.

I know that “Healing” doesn't occur overnight and sometimes even years. It is up to you to define what healing means and what is needed to be done in order to accomplish that. I also know that there are some things you can't fully heal. Traumas, terrible things you've seen and things you've dealt with. There is no remedy or cure for that. It just becomes fuel that, if you let it, will launch you to the end goal. Personally, I define my healing as trying my hardest to better myself and the lives of people around me. I believe that, it will be the key that unlocks the door to a place where I feel content with what's happened and what is happening. Overall, I believe in my heart, that we are all here to help one another. We’re not here to take what we can take, but here to give all that we can give. That's how I think you heal. You recover when you assist someone along the road of healing. Even if you're there for just a moment or a glimpse in time. Whether it's a smile you put on someone's face or a simple “Hello” that makes the forgotten feel remembered. You are helping someone get through the healing process. And when you do, you are also helping yourself get through it as well.

#personal #life #determination #nevergiveup #short story #seattle #home

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hey, i just wanted to. like. talk to someone? and you seem really nice ;-; i feel like sk relationship is going to go in a direction i won't like and that makes me uncomfortable (i.e romantic). i don't mind people shipping it but in the actual show it makes me very uncomfortable, is it bad that i'll feel disappointed if it happens? i'll live because it's a show lol but i can't help but feel like i'll be disappointed about that if it becomes true

“i’ll live because it’s a show but i’ll be disappointed” A PERSON BEING RATIONAL? ON MY TUMBLR? IT’S MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK... bless ur soul friend...

dgsjdgsdlgk jokes aside pal, you’re not alone in this!! i used to be fine w sk (and i still am totally okay with people shipping it) but after canon established certain things about their relationship i’m not really comfortable thinking about them together that way anymore. with that said, i truly do not think it’s being set up to be canon. part of the sk fandom has developed a weird, obsessive conviction that their ship will go canon, similar to That part of the kl fandom, so a lot of the content floating around tumblr is deliberately cherrypicked to make the framing seem romantic when it’s really, really not. not saying you can’t read romance into it -- they’ve got chemistry for sure -- but objectively, it’s just not in the cards.

here’s some reassurance for u why sk will Not go canon!

voltron is a show for kids aged 7 and up, which means there are themes that would be acceptable in a show for adults that are simply too mature for this material deal with. romantic sk would deal with a LOT of such themes.

for instance, shiro has been shown onscreen in an instructor/teaching position to a class keith was in, and has continued being a mentor/guiding light to keith even in current canon. while there are tons of YA novels and stuff where older teens get it on with their teachers/authority figures, it’s, um, not very common for the younger demographic. (inb4 “keith’s the leader now not shiro so he’s not an authority figure anymore”: take your navel gazing technicalities elsewhere and use some common sense bls.)

keith has referred to shiro as being “like a brother to me” and said “you’re my brother, i love you” (bc yes, people do in fact say "i love you" every day and mean it platonically, regardless of what the fandom tries to tell you -- “i love you” is not romantically coded lol wtf). while i absolutely do not condone shoving these lines in shippers’ faces to make them feel bad about their ship, they’re still explicit canon. we haven’t been shown anything that indicates keith’s saying it to deny his feelings in some way. like, by the time katara said aang was like a brother to her, aang had been shown to have a crush on her from day one. the set up is entirely different.

going off both the above points, krolia also thanked shiro for helping raise keith. now, obviously, shiro didn’t rear him from the time he was a baby, but he was the adult figure in keith’s life during his adolescence and formative years. i believe i’ve also seen word of god that confirms this. a young twenty-something seems very adult to a preteen/young teen. sending the message that the trusted adults around you will end up as your romantic partner one day is... probably not something the show intends to do.

voltron is a MAINSTREAM kids’ show. the mainstream is not tumblr. it does not -- and often cannot -- correspond to tumblr levels of progressiveness. the crew had to fight to get shiro confirmed mlm. they’ve mentioned they had to be adamant, no pun intended, to make sure adam was acknowledged as shiro’s boyfriend and not just his “roommate”. making one main character mlm is already a HUGE step. two characters would be nearly unheard of -- especially two members of the main cast in a relationship with each other. like, don’t get me wrong: i want to live in the world where we can have that. but we aren’t there yet. we just aren’t.

which btw is why NO gay ships between any paladins will be canon. any same-sex romance will be between a paladin and a side character, as we’ve seen with adam. and THAT’S the tea.

i hope that could help put your mind at ease!! now let’s hype s7, ship whatever we want, and remember that it’s just a show. have a great day

#ask #long post #umm i'm not sure what to tag this #it's not wank exactly?#ask to tag #ship negative #?#idk.#char gently debunks ship war delusions for the benefit of kind anons pt1 #also SOMEONE would proably find a contrived way to call me an anti for this post so ill just say it again #i support sk shippers wholeheartedly as long as they arent shoving their ship down my throat #or explaining while it will be canon #bc i'll just refer them to the above points and be like nah bruh nah.#Anonymous

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finn-nelson-for-the-win · 6 years

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New Beginnings: Chapter 2

Hello, my lovelies! I’m so happy to see that a number of you are already really enjoying this story. I’m already having a lot of fun writing this story and reliving some of the shenanigans I got up to during my first year of Uni, so hopefully you’ll continue loving this story as more events unfold!

I wanted to get this chapter written and posted a bit sooner, but I decided that I should finish and post the last couple chapters of the story I was writing for my other fandom so I could put all of my focus on this one until I get into a bit more of the fun stuff for this multi-chapter fic. I can’t make any promises about how often I’ll be posting for this story, since I’m going to be very busy with work and moving over the next few weeks, but I’m gonna do the best I can to post AT LEAST once per week.

Anyways...I hope you like this chapter that’s mostly background/filler leading up to some real fun stuff in the next chapter! ;)

***

Rae stood in the open doorway to Izzy and Chloe’s bedroom and cleared her throat to signal her presence. The two girls stopped the conversation that they were in the middle of and looked over at Rae with friendly smiles, but she still felt guilty for intruding.

“Hey, uh, sorry if I interrupted the conversation you were having. I just wanted to let you both know that I’ve done all the unpacking that I can handle for tonight, so if you two were still willing to let me come shopping with you, I’m ready whenever you two are.”

“Oh, no problem, Rae! You weren’t interrupting anything,” Izzy said as she climbed down from her lofted bed using the wooden frame of the bed as a makeshift ladder, “we’re just about ready to go as well, just give me a moment to slip on my shoes!”

“So, uh...what were you two ladies talking about a moment ago?” Rae asked as she stood awkwardly in the doorway while the two girls in front of her got ready to go into the city to go shopping.

“We were just discussing our next door neighbors. They’re quite friendly, don’t you think?” Izzy asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah...those lads seem kinda cool, I suppose,” Rae added casually, since she hadn’t really gotten the chance to talk to any of the boys extensively earlier that afternoon.

“I agree. They are also pretty fit, right? It could not have just been me that thought so, right?” Chloe asked with a giggle as she looked at the mirror on her desk to give her makeup a last minute touch-up before the girls left.

“No, I agree. That boy, Chop...He was pretty cute and he’s really funny as well,” Izzy replied shyly.

“I’m more partial toward the boy in the glasses, Archie. Something about that ‘nerdy yet cute’ look he has going on is very charming and I really like it. What about you, Rae? Which of our neighbors caught your eye?” Chloe asked with a suggestive eyebrow raise.

“Oh, I—uh...I don’t know. They were all pretty nice. Archie seemed really friendly though, so I look forward to getting to know him a bit better, maybe.”

“I see...well, in that case, you can have Archie all to yourself. I’ll take his quiet and broody mate that didn’t say much but was able to help us loft my bed. I don’t recall his name though…”

“Finn...uh, his name was Finn,” Rae recalled almost immediately, much to her surprise given her limited interactions with him.

“Ah, perfect. So it’s settled, I’ll call dibs on Finn,” Chloe said as she grabbed her purse off of her desk and swung it over her shoulder, “now...who wants to go shopping?”

***

Chloe had driven Izzy and Rae into the city to go shopping and the trio were able to find the last few things each of them needed in addition to a few odds and ends that Izzy had assured the girls would make the dorm feel “just like home”.

“Just like home”...there’s no toddler making noises in the wee hours of the morning and mum and Karim aren’t trying to sneak secret snog sessions in the kitchen when they think that no one will notice, so I’d say it can’t really get much further from feeling like MY home.

Despite the giggles and eye rolls at Izzy’s insistence that they needed a minimum of five more strings of fairy lights to accomplish the aesthetic she had gotten inspiration for online, Rae and Chloe agreed without further persuasion, allowing Izzy to take the lead to help decorate their shared dorm room however she deemed fit.

When the three girls were thoroughly exhausted and could hardly stand to step foot into another shop, they wholeheartedly agreed to grab dinner from a nearby Thai restaurant together before they headed back to their University.

“So Rae, please don’t take this question the wrong way because I’m so glad that you’re gonna be sharing a dorm with us, I truly am,” Chloe began as she used her spoon to scoop a portion of the chicken curry they had ordered to share between them onto her own plate, “but I gotta ask...why did you choose to move to our dorm so close to move-in?”

Rae had been surprised by the sudden change in the subject of their conversation and nearly dropped the serving of Pad Thai she was putting on her plate once she heard Chloe’s question.

“Oh! I didn’t choose your dorm, technically. I did the ‘Random Roommate Selection’ and was placed with you ladies because I was determined to be a good match for you all,” Rae explained.

“That makes sense, I guess, but why were you only placed in our dorm about a week ago rather than a couple months back when Chloe, Maddie, and I were randomly matched as well and put into this dorm together? Did you sign up for University housing super late?” Izzy asked as she accepted the shared plate of Pad Thai from Chloe who had just finished serving herself some of the noodles as well.

“No, I signed up a few months back and was placed into a dorm with three other girls at first. We were all chatting online for a while since we all lived in different areas and couldn’t find time to meet up, but that group of roommates wasn’t a good match for me…” Rae trailed off as she took a bite of the curry on her plate, secretly hoping that the two girls would be willing to drop the subject.

“Why not?” Izzy asked in curiosity as she and Chloe began eating their food as well while waiting for Rae to elaborate further.

“Uh, the girls I was first rooming with were a bit mean to me...for a while I was content to just deal with it and hope for the best, but one of the girls kept trying to make it abundantly clear that she didn’t want me to be her roommate and that I wouldn’t fit in with the other girls. One day I checked my email and found out that she had submitted paperwork on my behalf for me to be placed into a new dorm, saying that I was unhappy with the roommates I’d been matched with,”

Rae paused briefly to take a bite of her food and to give Chloe and Izzy a chance to say something if they wanted to, but the two girls just looked at Rae with rapt attention as they waited for her to continue with the story.

“Eventually, administration in the housing department agreed to rematch me with other roommates, but it took a while to find a dorm with a vacant bed space. The morning Izzy first reached out to me to welcome me to our shared dorm with the first I had heard about it and I had to double-check that everything there had been worked out at the housing office. But I’m here now!”

“Oh god, I’m so sorry that those other girls treated you like that, Rae!” Izzy said as she reached out to place a comforting hand on Rae’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I can’t believe that bitch would make you feel so unwelcome and then go behind your back to have you moved to a new dorm!” Chloe scoffed.

“That’s so mean! I’m so glad you’re with us now instead. I called Chloe and Maddie so excitedly when I first saw that we had a new roommate placed into our dorm,” Izzy added with a giggle as she took a bite of her food.

“She really did,” Chloe confirmed with a smile, “and it’s definitely the other girl’s loss because you babe, are bloody fantastic!”

The three girls continued making small talk and telling each other about their families, what they were going to school for, favorite hobbies and pastimes, and any other random topic of conversation that came to mind as they devoured their three shared entrees and even chose to order scoops of the coconut and green tea ice cream that this restaurant was rightfully famous for.

***

With the boot of Chloe’s car full of apartment decor and bags from the various shops they had gone to and their bellies stuffed full of delicious food, the three girls piled back into Chloe’s car as they began the drive back to their dorm.

“Are you two ladies planning to join any clubs or organizations on campus?” Izzy asked with her body angled sideways from the passenger seat of the car so she could talk to Chloe while she drove as well as Rae who was seated in the backseat.

“I’ve thought about it. From what I’ve heard, clubs and organizations are great for incoming students who want to meet new people and make lots of friends,” Chloe began, “plus it always seems like all the girls in movies that join sororities and clubs have so much fun at Uni!”

“Do you really think so? You and I must watch very different movies because all I ever see about girls at Uni that join sororities have all sorts of drama, wild parties, and sometimes get murdered,” Rae replied with a laugh.

“So I guess that’s a ‘no’ to my question, huh Rae?” Izzy asked with a chuckle.

“I guess that also means that parties and stuff aren’t really your scene, huh?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah, perhaps not. I’m not completely against it, but I just never really partied prior to Uni and I don’t imagine that changing too much, you know. Do you ladies party and stuff a lot?”

“Not too much. I was really involved in the theatre and dance department at my school, so we’d get together and party sometimes but it was a very close-knit group and it felt more like a family than just a hundred random students getting drunk together,” Izzy explained.

“I guess you could say that I was pretty popular at my old school. I was on a few different sports teams and I was pretty involved in Student Government, so I had a lot of connections with a lot of people. I enjoy meeting new people and having fun, but I would never force you to come with me if you didn’t wanna or make you drink or do drugs or anything like that if you don’t want to, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Chloe said, glancing at Rae in the back seat to be sure that Rae knew that she meant what she was saying.

“I wasn’t worried about that, I was mostly just curious, but thanks for letting me know, Chloe!” Rae replied with a reassuring smile.

***

Chloe pulled into her assigned space in their dorm’s parking lot as the evening sun was beginning to set low in the sky and the three girls each took some of the bags and items from the boot of Chloe’s car so that they would not need to make more than one trip. The three girls scanned their student ID cards at the door to their dorm community that led to the courtyard leading back to their dorm, where they saw Chop, Finn, Archie, and a few other guys that they had not met earlier that day kicking a ball around in the grassy area that was in the center of their octagonal residential community.

Rae hesitated as she watched the guys playing footie while Chloe and Izzy kept walking towards their dorm, but as soon as she locked eyes with Finn—who was still very shirtless—and he shyly waved at her from across the distance between them, she turned away from the group of boys and walked hurriedly to catch up to her suitemates.

Once inside their dorm, each carrying as many boxes and bags from their recent shopping trip as they could fit in their arms, they parted ways to begin decorating their individual spaces and to organize all of the new things they had purchased.

“Oh! Are you ladies back from shopping already?” Maddie asked from her desk in the far corner of the room she shared with Rae where she was sitting and watching a movie on her laptop.

“Yeah! We did some shopping and then grabbed dinner together,” Rae said as she carefully placed the various bags she was carrying onto her desk so she could begin going through the bags if necessary, “I thought you were gonna be going out with some friends tonight.”

“Yeah, I still am, just a little bit later than I had initially planned on. The friends I was gonna meet with had a similar idea to you lot and wanted to get some shopping done before things got busy with welcome week events later this week.”

“Oh, if we had known you could have definitely come with us even if you didn’t have anything to buy just so we could all spend time together and bond a bit more.”

“Yeah, but oh well! We’ll have plenty of time to hang out over the next week or so. My friends should be back pretty soon too and then I’ll probably be out with them until late at night, I think.”

Maddie returned to watching the movie on her laptop while Rae emptied the various bags she had and began to decorate her side of the room, since she had done the brunt of the major unpacking before going shopping.

Despite being taller than most girls she knew, Rae still found herself struggling to hang up the various band and movie posters that’s she had chosen from her extensive collection to bring to Uni with her without standing on top of her lofted bed to give her the height boost she needed.

As Maddie had guessed, before long she received a call from one of the friends she was meeting up with and she bid Rae a good night before rushing out the door of their dorm.

“Oh wow, Rae! I really like what you’ve done with your side of the room,” Izzy said as she walked inside and pulled out Rae’s desk chair to take a seat.

“I love the colors you chose for your bedding, Rae!” Chloe exclaimed as she walked further into the room as well and leaned up again the narrow wall separating Rae and Maddie’s small closets along the far wall of the room, “I really think the lavender throw blanket we chose will match nicely with your navy blue and white polka dot bedding!”

“Thanks! I really like how well my room and decorations are coming along as well,” Rae said as she glanced over her shoulder at the walls on her side of the room that had been barren less than an hour ago but were now partially covered with posters of some of her favorite bands and musicians.

“I just wanted to come in here and say that I’m feeling pretty tired and Chloe and I were just gonna turn in for the night.”

“Yeah, I got up really early today to drive here for move-in and I’ll probably be going to bed soon too, so I completely understand,” Rae said, suppressing a yawn as if it had been brought on by the mere mention of how tired she felt.

“Good night, Rae!” Chloe said as she leaned forward to give Rae a hug before turning to walk out of the bedroom.

“I’m so excited to be living with you, Rae! Sweet dreams and I’ll see you tomorrow morning!” Izzy said as she gave Rae a hug as well and walked out of Rae’s room with a quick wave.

Rae closed the door to her room and found the box where all of her pajamas and comfortable clothing that had not been organized were packed still and pulled out a change of clothes. Once she had changed, she opened the door to her room just a crack—in case Maddie got home once Rae was asleep so she would know that it was alright for her to walk inside—before climbing clumsily onto her tall, lofted bed and climbing under the covers.

The standard-issue dormitory mattress was firm yet too lumpy in all the wrong places and every time Rae shifted on the bed to adjust, the plastic-y crinkle of the mattress cover made it impossible to do so quietly. Try as she might to make her dorm bed as comfortable as she could, it was only now as she lay in bed that she began to regret not cherishing her hand-me-down pillow-top mattress at her mum’s house.

My back is going to be so stiff in the morning…

Rae groaned quietly as she tried to find the most comfortable position she could manage, but as soon as she slipped her earbuds into her ears and turned on one of her favorite music playlists, Rae’s exhaustion took over and she was able to fall into a deep, much-needed slumber despite the unfamiliar setting.

***

Why is it so fucking bright?

Rae rolled over in her bed, onto her stomach to sandwich her face between her pillows in a futile attempt to block out the early morning sunlight streaming through the exposed window beside her bed that she had inadvertently neglected to draw the blinds closed on the previous night.

Rae had almost dozed off again when she heard the loud conversation and laughter of a group of students walking on the sidewalk just outside her window.

Why the fuck does our dorm have to be on the ground floor and right outside the tennis courts?

When she accepted her fate and knew that there was no chance of her falling back to sleep, Rae decided that she might as well wake up now. As she sat upright in her bed, she noticed that Maddie was curled up on her side facing the wall nearest to her bed and snoring loudly as she slept.

Rae sat quietly on her bed, scrolling through some of the email notifications on her cell phone that she had been putting off opening as she tried to decide what she wanted to do now that she was awake.

When I was at home, if I wasn’t in class or working, I’d seldom be the first person awake.

Most mornings if I was free, mum loved sending me on errands or to do favors for her while she “watched the baby”.

Leila also loved to wake up her “big sissy Wae-Wae” at dawn because I was the only one who knew how to cook her breakfast just right and who could sing along to all the songs in her princess movies…

The last time I was awake this early with nothing I had to do was...well, too long ago for me to remember, clearly!

Rae carefully climbed down from her lofted bed, making sure not to make too much noise that would ending up waking up Maddie, and straightened out the blankets and pillows on her bed.

Well...since I’m the only one awake right now, I might as well take a shower and get ready before the others are awake and I’d have to wait my turn.

Rae walked over to the closet on her side of the bedroom and pulled out her clothes to wear today. She brought the pile of clothes into the bathroom, closing the bathroom door behind her, and set it on the counter beside the sink for her to put on after her shower.

Rae reached into the cupboard below the sink and pulled out the small purple basket containing her shampoo, conditioner, and any other shower essentials she would need and walked over to the shower to get the water started to heat up.

Hanging on the towel rack on the opposite wall was a large purple bath towel—a gift from Izzy, since she found it best if the girls had color-coded towels and shower baskets to keep their items organized and separated—and Rae hung her dressing gown on the hook next to it before getting undressed and stepping into the shower.

Finding the perfect water temperature took a bit of trial and error, but as soon as she found the perfect setting, she allowed the warm water cascading down her body to help soothe some of the built-up tension from the stress of yesterday.

In the span of one day, I went from living with my parents and baby sister to living in a different part of the country with three girls that are little more than strangers to me.

Rather than dwelling on all the things that have changed for her and could go wrong, Rae took her time showering and letting the water relax her, since she knew how busy the next few days were going to be as she continued trying to make the transition into University living.

When Rae turned off the water of the shower and used her towel to dry off, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped the dressing gown around her body, tying it snugly around her waist to keep it closed.

Rae walked towards the door of the bathroom and opened it slightly, just to make sure that her roommates had not woken up while she was in the shower, before closing the door again to continue getting ready.

Rae was in the middle of brushing her hair to evenly distribute the leave-in conditioner she used to make her long hair easier to manage when she could hear the faint sound of someone knocking on a door.

“Hello?” Rae asked as she opened the door of the bathroom to see if someone was waiting to use the toilet.

When she noticed that no one was outside the bathroom door but she could still hear knocking, only significantly louder now, Rae panicked slightly in realization that she was the only person awake in her dorm and there was somebody knocking on their front door.

Well shit…

Hopefully if I wait long enough they’ll think that no one is here and go away!

Rae waited in the hallway between the bathroom and the common room waiting for the knocking to stop, thankful for her dressing gown since she had been interrupted in the middle of getting dressed. When there was a few moments of silence, Rae assumed that the person at their front door had left and she breathed a sigh of relief before walking back into the bathroom.

As she grabbed the handle of the bathroom door to close it behind herself, the door creaked audibly and the knocking at their front door began again, slightly louder than it had been before.

Ugh, dammit…

Rae quickly glanced in the mirror of the bathroom to ensure that her dressing gown kept her sufficiently covered so she could answer the door and quickly get back to getting dressed.

“Hey, sorry it took so long for me to come to the door,” Rae said as she opened the front door before she had paid any attention to who was currently standing outside of the door.

“Good morning!” Archie said with a wide grin before glancing over his shoulder and motioning with his hand for someone a short distance away from him to come back over here.

“Hiya Archie! What brings you to our front door so early in the morning?” Rae stepped into the doorway and closed the door partially behind herself to avoid waking her suitemates by speaking too loudly as she talked to Archie.

“Well hello there, Rae! Such a pleasant surprise to see you this morning,” Chop said as he walked into view to stand beside Archie, “we didn’t interrupt anything, did we?”

Chop gestured towards where Rae stood at the door with wet hair and wearing only a dressing gown and wiggled his eyebrows, but Rae just scoffed and ignored his playful joking.

“My suitemates are all asleep still but I was the first one awake and I figured I might as well get ready before the other girls are awake. What can I do for you lads?”

“Oh, well, the lads and I were going to go get some breakfast from the student dining hall. I was just waiting for Chop and Finn to join me, but Finn suggested that we see if you and your suitemates wanted to join us as well,” Archie explained as Finn walked to stand on Archie’s opposite side outside of the door, running a hand through his messy hair in an attempt to tame his bedhead.

“You wanted me and my suitemates to join you for breakfast?” Rae asked as she turned to face Finn with an eyebrow quirked up in question.

“Yeah, ‘suppose so. It seemed like the neighborly thing to do, but ya don’t have to if ya don’t wanna,” Finn mumbled somewhat sleepily as he stretched and tried to contain a yawn.

“I really appreciate the offer, but the other girls are still asleep and I’m not really too hungry in the mornings, so sorry but I don’t think I’ll be joining you all for breakfast this time. I hope you guys enjoy your breakfast, though,” Rae added with a smile.

Rae saw Finn’s expression shift slightly and if she didn’t know better, she could almost swear that he seemed disappointed, but Archie spoke up quickly, preventing her from dwelling on that possibility for any longer.

“No need to apologize. If the other girls wake up soon or you change your mind, the invitation stands and we’d be happy to have you join us.”

“Yeah, or if not, maybe we all can hang out a bit later today,” Chop added hopefully.

“Maybe yeah,” Rae said before glancing down at her dressing gown after a moment of silence had passed, “so I’m gonna go finished getting dressed now, but you boys enjoy your breakfast, yeah?”

Rae chuckled at the blush that crept into Finn and Archie’s cheeks as they followed Rae’s gaze to her dressing gown and back up to her face before the three boys waved goodbye and Rae closed the front door again once they had walked a short distance away.

“Who was that?”

Rae whipped around with a hand clutched to her chest in surprise when she heard Izzy ask the question sleepily from the doorway of her bedroom as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“It was Archie and our neighbors from 112 that we met yesterday. They just invited us to breakfast with them, but I declined since I thought you were all still asleep. They said the invitation still stands if you want to join them though,” Rae explained once the initial surprise had passed.

“Oh, okay. Chloe was just waking up as well. Were you in the shower when they started knocking? I’m so sorry, Rae! I must have been sleeping pretty deeply if I didn’t even hear them knocking!”

“I had just gotten out of the shower. No need to apologize though, it wasn’t too big of a deal.”

“Alright, well, I’ll go ask Chloe if she wants to go to breakfast and see if Maddie is awake as well and you can go ahead and finish getting dressed now.”

Rae walked back into the bathroom and closed the door behind her before finally getting dressed and brushing through her hair to allow it to air dry.

As soon as Rae was exiting the bathroom, she saw Izzy walking towards the door.

“Perfect timing! The other girls are awake now too but we aren’t very hungry yet. We thought that maybe we could explore the campus a bit and maybe see if the gym on-campus is as impressive as everyone says it is. Would you like to join us as well?”

Rae noticed that Izzy had changed from her pink pajamas into a t-shirt and workout leggings and had pulled her hair back into a simple braid to keep it out of her face.

Well...I’m certainly not the type that looks like I’d belong in a gym, but if my roommates want to go as a group, would it be weird of me to decline?

“Uh, yeah, I’ll join you guys,” Rae replied a bit hesitantly.

“Perfect! The other girls should be just about ready to go now as well,” Izzy replied excitedly as she turned around and walked into her bedroom.

Rae walked into her bedroom to slip on her sneakers and she noticed Maddie seated on the carpet beside her closet tying the laces of her running shoes.

“Oh, good morning, Rae! Are you coming with us as well?”

“Yeah, I figured I might as well since you girls were coming too,”

“That makes sense. I’ve heard that the gym on campus is massive and really nice, so we’ll see if it meets my high expectations,” Maddie replied with a chuckle as she stood from the ground and pulled four water bottles for herself and her suitemates from the mini fridge beneath her lofted bed.

When all four girls were ready, they left their dorm together and walked the long way to the campus gym, making note of the various buildings they passed on the way there.

The three-story gym was indeed massive and all of the equipment they saw in the gym appeared to be brand new and very high quality, and all four girls were simultaneously impressed and intimidated.

“It looks like everyone had the same idea as us and wanted to come check out the gym today,” Maddie commented as the four girls continued walking around the gym to familiarize themselves with the different rooms, equipment, and machines that were already in use by other gym goers.

“Do you ladies want to actually work out or just walk around and see what there is?” Chloe asked before her attention was pulled away briefly by two incredibly muscular boys that passed by them towards the staircase the girls were standing next to.

“I really don’t feel like working out this morning,” Izzy stated before chuckling slightly, “after the long walk to get to the gym, I’m actually feeling pretty worn out and now I’m just hungry.”

The girls chuckled but all agreed to go get something to eat rather than actually working out at the gym.

As they walked the short distance to the student dining hall a couple buildings over the girls continued chatting and obsessing over how many fit boys they saw during their short time exploring the gym.

“Hey, Rae, do you think the boys from next door are still at the dining hall?” Chloe asked as she held the door to the dining hall open for the other girls.

“I doubt it. It’s been nearly two hours since they stopped by to invite us to breakfast, so they probably finished a long time ago,” Rae replied as the girls stood in line to swipe their student ID cards and enter the dining hall.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Izzy whispered as she nudged Rae’s arm with her shoulder and nodded towards a group of boys sitting in a booth against the far wall of the dining hall.

“Oh, well I suppose…” Rae began, but she lost her train of thought as soon as her eyes met Finn’s from where he sat when he glanced up and noticed the girls entering the dining hall.

Those short moments that seemed to last an eternity came to a halt when Chop looked over to determine what Finn was looking at and he saw the girls as well and waved his arms broadly to beacon them closer.

“Rae! Izzy! Chloe! Girl that I don’t know the name of! It’s so good to see you ladies!” Chop called as soon as the four girls had walked into earshot of their table.

“Hello! I’m sorry that I didn’t get to meet you all yesterday, but I’m the fourth suitemate in dorm 113, Maddie. You must be Chop, huh? I’ve heard a lot about you from the other girls,” Maddie replied with a chuckle as she introduced herself to the boys sitting in the booth.

“What are you lads still doing here? Rae said you stopped by at half past eight to invite us to breakfast,” Chloe asked as she stood beside the booth where the boys were currently trying to scoot closer together to make space for the girls to join them.

“What do ya mean? We’re Uni guys now and this dining hall claims to be ‘all you care to eat’ so I’m gonna take the opportunity to eat all that I care to eat, since I’m paying the same price for the student meal plan anyways!”

Chloe slid into the booth in the space beside Finn and Izzy took a seat next to Chop while Maddie pulled up a chair from a neighboring table that was not using it and placed it at the end of the table. Rae looked over to see Archie smiling at her and inviting her to take the seat on the booth beside him, which she accepted with a smile.

“We technically haven’t been here the whole time,” Archie explained once everyone was settled in their seats, “Chop forgot his wallet and we had to walk all the way back to his dorm for him to go get it. And then we, uh, sort of—” Archie trailed off with an embarrassed chuckle.

“We got lost,” Finn finished Archie’s statement with a chuckle as he looked up at Rae across the table directly in front of him and gave her a poorly concealed crooked smile.

“It’s your fault! I warned you all that I have a terrible sense of direction and yet you lot still let me lead the way,” Archie added defensively, causing the whole table to break into laughter.

“Well, unlike you lads, the girls and I already found time to explore a few buildings around campus and visit the campus gym, so we decided that we earned a nice, filling breakfast!” Chloe teased as she, Izzy, and Maddie stood up from the table, “We’re gonna go grab some food and we’ll be right back. Do ya want me to grab you something, Rae, or do you wanna come with us too?”

“I’ll stay here, but if you can grab me a muffin or a scone or something like that, I’d appreciate it!”

The girls agreed and walked to the other side of the dining hall where all of the food was arranged while Rae and the three boys remained seated in the booth.

“I was secretly hoping that you would change your mind and join us for breakfast,” Chop admitted as he grabbed his glass of orange juice and took a drink, “all three of us were, honestly.”

“Yeah? Well I honestly didn’t think you all would still be here when we decided to eat here as well, but I guess I’m sort of glad that we were able to join you all as well. I felt bad for declining earlier this morning and I didn’t want you guys to take it personally.”

“No need to worry,” Archie replied with a smile, “we knew that it was really last minute and you ladies might not even be awake yet, but last night when we decided to have breakfast together in the morning Chop and Finn insisted that we at least invited you all.”

“And don’t take it personally if Finn seemed a bit curt earlier this morning,” Chop replied with a chuckle as he playfully elbowed his mate’s side, “he was adamant that we be good neighbors and invite you to breakfast last night, but when we were actually trying to leave for breakfast, he refused to get out of bed!”

“Yeah, I’m not really much of a mornin’ person,” Finn mumbled with a small chuckle.

“I’m normally not too friendly in the morning either, so I get it. Thanks again for wanting to invite me and the girls to eat with you. That was really nice of you guys to do,” Rae said as she looked across the table at Finn and gave him a small smile before turning to smile at Chop as well.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal, girl! If we’re all gonna be living in the dorms for the year, we might as well get friendly and hang out from time to time like neighbors do, you know?” Chop added with a wide grin.

The three girls returned to the table and passed Rae an oversized muffin that she began nibbling on as the group continued chatting and joking around until the guys mentioned that they needed to be heading back to their dorm soon, since their other suitemates were trying and failing to set up the flat screen TV they had purchased earlier that morning while Finn and Chop went to eat breakfast with Archie.

“So, are you boys planning on going to the ‘Welcome Week’ block party for all the first year students tonight? Supposedly they hire a DJ and have lots of free food and games and fun things to do and it lets all the incoming students mingle a bit. It’s supposed to be a lot of fun,” Chloe explained as she angled her body slightly to better face Chop and Finn where they were seated in the booth.

“My older brothers all went to the Welcome Week Block party when they were first starting Uni here too, but they said that it wasn’t as much fun as they hoped it would be, so I don’t know that I wanna go,” Chop explained.

“Hmm, I see. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go either, but how about we make a little deal. If the girls and I end up going to the party tonight, you boys should come with us too. How does that sound?” Chloe asked as she rested her elbow on the table and leaned her cheek on her hand with her head cocked to the side as she waited for their reply.

“That sounds reasonable to me,” Archie replied with a shrug.

“Uh, yeah, alright, I guess,” Finn muttered with a nod.

“Alright, my dear, it looks like you have yourself a deal. Just swing by our dorm and let us know if you all are heading out to the block party and we’ll definitely join you ladies.” Chop replied with a wink and a cheeky smirk as he and the other boys stood from the table.

“Perfect! I look forward to seeing you boys around, if not at the block party later tonight, then maybe we can make our own plans to hang out soon, yeah?”

Chloe and the other girls said their goodbyes to the boys and waved as they left the dining hall before beginning to discuss their own plans for the rest of the day as they finished eating their breakfast.

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A/N: So as I continue writing chapters for this story and brainstorming what events and details from my own experiences I want to incorporate, I’m realizing how many awkward experiences I had while living in the dorms. You’ll hear a lot more about some of my other awkward experiences (and some of my wild shenanigans because I was letting loose and getting a tiny bit crazy for the first time since I had all this new found freedom, but that’s a whole separate matter hahah) as this story progresses, but I just found it necessary to share that with you all.

Also, Rae’s little sister is 100% based on my niece that is almost 3 years old because she is adorable and when I think of young children that are a little annoying at times but their cuteness makes up for that and then some, my niece is the first one that comes to mind. I seriously adore her so much! ^_^

I think some of you have some theories about things that could be coming in future chapters and/or you are trying to figure out which characters are significant and why, WHICH I LOVE, so feel free to keep your theories coming…I won’t necessarily confirm or deny them, but it’s still cool to know what your thoughts are as you’re reading through the chapters!

(I’m really excited about the next chapter, so don’t hold me to this, but I’m gonna try to get that chapter written and posted ASAP which could be within the next couple days, possibly…just saying)

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what if it’s us? (ch. 2)

a/n: okay so i didn’t notice i put “dorm” instead of “apartment” in the first chapter. my mistake. pidge lives in an apartment.

also posted on ao3 | ch. 1

Tired. Pidge was feeling extra tired today. So tired that it wasn't even a feeling for her anymore, it was her whole existence. Her eyes felt heavy, head spinning slightly. She had pulled several all nighters this week to work on papers and review for the upcoming finals. All nighters were her thing, she was used to it, the girl never slept. But everyone had their limits, and Pidge just reached hers.

"You should rest, Pidge. You look exhausted." The girl on the desk said.

Pidge responded, leaning her arms on the desk. "It's fine, Allura. I look like this everyday."

That made her co librarian giggle. Allura's smile was just so pretty. Wait, no, her whole being was pretty. No doubt, anyone who'd meet this woman for the first time would immediately fall in love with her and her beautiful dark skin, soft voice, long dyed white hair, and sparkly blue eyes. They weren't as sickeningly blue as Lance's though–

Shit. Not again. This was approximately the fifteenth time Lance just randomly popped out of her mind. Why was everything always had to be about that loud mouth? Stupid tired mind, stupid soulmate.

"I am truly sorry for not being able to help you these past few weeks. I'll make it up to you. I shall take shelf duties tomorrow if that's to your liking."

Ignoring the fact how, as always, Allura talked like one of those professionally written royal proclamations in old movies, Pidge responded with a thankful smile. "That'd be great. How's your foot though? Are you sure it's okay for you to move around?"

Allura and Pidge started working at one of their college libraries a couple months back for they were both part of a placement program for the Computer Science and Literature students that Altea University had. Pidge was originally placed at the tech desk, though that station wasn't very active in that particular college library so they just decided to also give her normal library duties along with Allura.

After their first week however, Allura had to take a few days off because of a terrible, heartbreaking accident– she fell off the stairs when she tried to run in heels, trying to prove to her friends that Cinderella's sonic run on the castle's massive stairs away from the Prince was impossible. She proved her point well. –that caused major injury on her left foot. The poor girl was supposed to let it rest for a month, and she did but she was still in the healing process, Pidge didn't want to let her do tasks that required a lot of walking on her first day back.

"Don't worry, it's alright now. Though I still need to keep the bandages for a couple more weeks, my doctor said that it would be best for me to do leg and feet activities and exercises."

Pidge tried to look at Allura's foot just to check and failed miserably for it was impossible to see with this huge desk in the way. "Okay. Shelf duties is yours tomorrow then."

"Splendid!" Allura said cheerfully. "So, anything interesting happened while I was gone?"

Pidge's expression immediately fell at the question. "Oh I have a lot to tell–"

"Pidge!" Speaking of.

"Lance." She said stoicly to the tall guy that just entered the library, carrying what seemed to be an old laptop.

"Oh thank God. Help me." He quickly slammed the laptop on the desk. "I think I accidentally put virus in– Well, hello there." His paniced expression was immediately replaced by a cheeky, suave look with that toothy grin of his as soon as his eyes fell on Allura. The shorter girl rolled her eyes. Typical Lance.

Pidge couldn't help but chuckle when Allura only responded by giving him a confused, uncomfortable look. "Allura, this is Lance. Don't worry, he's not as creepy as he looks."

"Uhm? Ouch."

"A friend of yours?"

"Unfortunately, yeah." The short haired answered, completely unaware of how fond she sounded.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Lance turned to Allura with a flirty smirk. "So uh, you come here often?"

"I work here, as you can see."

Covering her mouth, Pidge tried her hardest not to burst out laughing. No wonder this boy was single. Using her other hand, she tugged on Lance's jacket. "You're such a flop. Let's go, lover boy, we're blocking the desk."

With a heated face, Lance took his laptop with him and let himself get pulled by his small friend.

"Okay. Back to my laptop." He said, a little aggressively, trying to take his own and Pidge's attention away from what just happened as he sat on a random table that was fairly far from the main desk. "Can you check if there's any virus or something? It kept crashing after I connected one of my group mates' usb in here."

Finally clearing her throat to end her non stop giggling, she then spoke. "Let me see." Pidge sat beside him, moving the laptop a little to face her. She hissed, her vision blurring slightly at the screen's blinding light. She literally felt like her eyeballs were about to fall off. "God, turn down the brightness." And she did with a few clicks. It was kind of ironic how her world revolved around computers yet it was also the one that just caused her pain. Technically, it was the lack of sleep but she lived for the ironies.

"You okay?" Lance asked in a very worried tone with the sincerest concerned look that made her heart skip a bit.

"Yeah." She said, trying to focus on examining the files and whatnot in his computer.

His eyebrows furrowed as he continued staring at her, slowly noticing the little things that clearly didn't scream I'm okay, like how extra pale she looked and how the bags under her eyes seemed to be darker than normal. "Oh really?"

"Yes, Lance. I'm perfectly fin–" The boy placed his forehead on hers. "W-What are you doing?"

Her body froze but her face heated up. Shit. Shit. Shit. Pidge thought. Just when she thought the situation couldn't get more embarrassing, she heard a student quote. "What the fuck? Is that allowed?"

Suddenly she wasn't as pale anymore. Lance placed his hand on the back of her head for steadiness. Closing his eyes, he let out a thinking hum, as if he was focusing on whatever he was doing. She felt his breath touching her face, sending shivers down her tiny body. Their faces were so close that she could then see the little freckles on his nose and cheeks. She didn't even know he had those. They were cute. He smelled really nice too.

Before she could even continue her observation and borderline creepy thoughts, Lance finally pulled away.

In her flustered state, she asked. "W-What the fuck was that?"

"You're kinda warm. But not too intense. Though, I can tell you're not feeling well."

"Who in the world checks someone's temperature like that?"

"Me and my whole family. Now, shush. How many hours have you slept last night?"

She scoffed nervously. "Mind your own sleep schedule, McClain."

That was all the reaction he needed. "Pidge, you need rest."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Because you can literally apply as a walking dead extra right now and they'll hire you on the spot. And because you do need rest. Which is why Hunk and I will be going to your place tomorrow night."

Her mind blanked for a moment. A few minutes ago he was just trying to mess with her heart with his unique method of feeling one's temperature, now he wanted to go to her place? "... What? You don't even know where I–"

"You'll take us there of course. You live in an apartment near the campus right? It'll be perfect. Hunk and I would always do something fun on fridays. It's kind of like our rest day. Y'know, away from all the stress and schoolworks. Which you really need right now."

Unbelievable. "No. Lance, I have a shit ton of projects and papers to do."

He shrugged. "So do we. Do you have anything to pass on saturday or sunday?"

"No. But–"

"Great. Take a break with us then. We can watch a movie or play videogames, anything that isn't studying."

"How is that going to help me rest? I–" A groan.

Sighing in defeat, she looked back at his laptop and started updating his anti virus.

Tired. Pidge was too tired to argue and tired enough to deserve a break. She knew it was over once the word videogames came out of his mouth. A little break from school didn't sound that bad too. "Fine." She said unenthusiastically, though deep inside that little body of hers, there was definitely excitement.

Either she was excited about the video games or hanging out with Lance. She hoped it wasn't the latter.

Little did she know that a certain tan skinned boy was ten times more excited than her.

"Your laptop doesn't have any virus, by the way. But you have too many files, that's why it keeps crashing. Seriously, you should get a new hard drive or something. And delete some files that you don't need, you have too many selfies here."

Lance screeched so high it hurt everyone's eardrums. Thou shall not see his unflattering photo booth selfies. "Hey!" Grabbing his laptop from her, he pouted. "You'll never know when I need them."

It was when a few shushes reached him that he once again was reminded of where he was. He was about to apologize when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Reading the text, he cussed. "Shit. Hunk texted, I'm late for practice."

The girl beside her raised a brow. "Hunk's in the dance team?"

"Nah, he just likes watching Shay. I'll see you tomorrow, Pidge!"

Lance then stood up and walked away.

Oh no, wait, he came back. "Oops. Almost, forgot." He grabbed his laptop. "Thanks for this by the way. Bye!" And he was gone.

With a fond smile on her lips, Pidge thought. What a dork. ___

It was about 8:30 PM when Pidge came back to her apartment. She was about to go back to stressing her mind out thinking about school works when the smell of burgers hit her nose as she entered the apartment, making her stomach rumble. Lazily dropping her bag on the couch, she then walked to the kitchen. To her surprise, her roommate was cooking rather than preparing some left overs or take outs like they'd usually do.

His mullet was tied in a small ponytail to avoid pieces of his thick raven hair from covering his face and burning the whole kitchen down again. Long story. "Whatcha cooking?" Pidge asked, leaning her side on their kitchen glass door.

He gave her a quick glance before answering. "Some instant patties I found in the fridge. Have you eaten yet?"

"Nope. Nice scrunchy."

"You gave it to me for my birthday."

"That's why it's nice because I picked it. Red suits you." He could already see the smirk on her face without looking.

"You bought it because you'd literally buy everything that you could make a Heathers reference with."

"Oh, but you loved the movie, Keith. Don't lie."

Saying that Keith and Pidge were best friends would be an understatement. The two didn't immediately get along when they first met at their school's conspiracy club, they went through a whole lot of disagreements and fights. Now, one couldn't even live without the other. No one would've thought that the two most socially inept kids would be this close, but here they were.

Keith was a couple years older than Pidge though, they were the same grade, thanks to her above average intelligence. Thus, they graduated together both with honors, Pidge being their class valedictorian. The two went to different universities but decided to share an apartment for their unis were fairly near each other, they thought it'd be much more convenient if they'd just share an apartment rather than paying a shit ton for a dorm –for it wasn't really part of their scholarship– and force their anti social asses to interact with a random stranger they'd call a roommate. Plus, none of them would admit it but they didn't really want to spend college, or the rest of their lives, without each other.

"By the way," Pidge started, sitting down by their kitchen table as Keith finished preparing their dinner. He took a seat across her. "Matt's visiting next week."

"Oh." She didn't miss the way his body flinched.

"Oh?"

"That's... nice." Keith did a good job keeping a straight face but still failed to hide his emotions for there were tints of pink appearing on his cheeks and ears.

"Try harder." She blurted out. He took a bite of his pattie, violet like eyes avoiding her gaze.

Laughing lightly, she added "Also, a couple of my friends are coming over tomorrow. Get your headphones ready, one of them is obnoxiously loud."

He chuckled teasingly. "You have friends?"

"The fuck do you call yourself then?"

"The JD to your Veronica."

"You know we could be JD and Veronica but you're gay."

Shrugging, he responded. "Yeah, but we're still–"

Keith was then interrupted by the sound of her fork dropping. He was about to ask Pidge if she was okay when she suddenly bent down to grab her left foot, letting out a strangled yelp and startling her best friend. He immediately rushed to her side. "Pidge, what happened!?"

"M-My ankle. It hurts, I-I can't– ah!" Another shot of pain, now in her whole foot, interrupted her panicked explanation. Her ankle and foot throbbed as if the muscles there were twisting roughly by themselves. The worst part was she couldn't remember what caused this. She didn't hit her foot anywhere, she was just eating peacefully when she suddenly felt like something on her ankle popped.

"Shit, what did you do?" Keith asked with obvious concern and panic in his voice.

"I don't know! It just happened!"

"It's probably your fucking soulmate then."

For a moment, the girl was distracted from the pain as she let Keith's words enter her head. A word stood out.

Soulmate.

"Keith, get my phone." He obliged without questioning and gave her the device laying on the table. Once she had it, she quickly searched for a certain lanky boy's number and pressed call.

She waited for about ten seconds before finally losing patience and called Hunk instead. He answered after the second ring. "Pidge!" He said rather joyfully for some reason.

"Hunk!"

"Ah, great timing. Are you okay?" "Is Lance okay?" They spoke at the same time.

A pause.

A realization.

"Oh that's some good evidence right there." Hunk broke the silence.

"What happened to him?"

"The dance team were doing this really dangerous stunt, Lance was a flyer and uh, it happened too fast, I didn't really see but something went wrong with their formation, Lance landed on the wrong foot and might've sprained his ankle." Pidge barely understood what he said for he sounded very shakey and out of breath.

She winced, now feeling the pain spiraling across half of her leg. Keith stayed by her side the whole time. "Where is he now?"

"His team is taking him to the infirmary. I can't catch up cus I hate running and I have his bag but we're on our way."

"Hurry up then! It hurts like hell."

"Okay, okay. At least you got the big evidence you needed right?"

The thought of telling Lance about the whole soulmate thing made her groan and end the call. She felt more worried about him than anything else, however.

She remembered her mother saying that people could only feel 80% of their soulmate's pain. If she was hurt, she couldn't even imagine how much more painful it was for him.

"Lance?..." Pidge heard Keith say. "I hope you're not referring to McClain."

With widened eyes and apparently a sprained ankle, she asked. "You know him?"

"Oh, I do." A horrified expression then formed on his face. "Fuck, don't tell me– is he your?..."

Oh she had a lot to tell him.

___

Rubbing her feet together under the main desk, Pidge clicked her tongue in annoyance, dissatisfied with how she couldn't scratch an itch on her "injured" foot. She really couldn't do anything to ease it for it was beneath her converse, sailor moon socks, and the bandage that Keith forced her to put around her ankle. He was no expert but unlike Pidge, he paid attention to that one basic first aid lesson they had in high school.

Her foot didn't hurt that much anymore, thankfully. It took approximately ten hours for the pain to finally fade enough so that she could walk properly without limping, although her ankle would still feel some tenderness when touched. She thought perhaps it was only a mild sprain. Keith suggested it'd be better if she kept the bandage for a couple more weeks though, just to make sure.

"It'll be helpful to your dumbass soulmate too since they say people's injury would heal faster if their soulmate would also take care of it from their side." She remembered the dark eyed saying while wrapping the thick cloth around her lower foot and ankle.

Keith had been bad mouthing her soulmate since he started giving her multiple random bruises on various parts of her body almost every week when they started college. It was pretty understandable now that she knew her soulmate was on a dance team. Keith was still salty though. It became worse when she told him about who her soulmate was.

Keith was a member of Daibazal University's basketball team. They frequently had matches with Altea and both university's dance team would sometimes do opening performances for said matches. Apparently, Keith and Lance met in one of those matches, in the most unpleasant way that was.

Keith told Pidge about how Lance was so hyped on his seat one time, cheering loudly for Altea and booing too aggressively whenever Daibazal would get a point. His friends were telling him to shut up for once the referee heard him, Altea could lose a point because of the team's audience misbehaviour. He wasn't listening though and Keith just happened to pass by the bench –his coach called for him to rest, for he clearly was exhausted, and let the sub play– causing him to hear the dancer's borderline disrespectful chants. Keith politely asked Lance to turn his voice down or the referee would hear him but the boy was just so hyped that instead of just saying no, he even tried to start a fight. Thankfully, the other members of Altea's dance team were there and Keith wanted to save his energy and adrenaline for the game.

Needless to say, Lance didn't leave a very good first impression on her best friend.

Fortunately, Keith texted her earlier that he would be staying at his calculus partner's dorm to finish a project. Who knew what he would do if he met Lance at their apartment later. He was already in a bad mood when she told him Lance was one of the friends that'd come over at their place tonight. Keith obviously didn't want her alone with the boy. And if she'd be honest, Pidge didn't want that too. She didn't think her heart could take it, having to be alone with her soulmate.

Why? She wasn't sure. But he made her... feel things. Pidge didn't like it when she would feel things before she even knew what the feeling was.

Thankfully, Hunk would also be there.

"Pidge! You ready to go?" The obnoxious legend had entered the library once again with a bright smile.

She shushed him stoicly and waited for a certain food enthusiast to follow. He didn't appear. "Where's Hunk?"

"Oh. He said he couldn't come cause he wasn't feeling well for some reason. Didn't he text you?"

The smaller brunette gave him a confused look before looking at her phone which was on silent. A message from Hunk.

1/2 team punk (6:35 PM): I can't come *cough* *cough* I'm sick 😷

1/2 team punk (6:36 PM): Have fun with Lance tho 😉

She was going to kill him.

Hug him to death rather, because he was still a soft devil and she loved him.

boo u hor :(((

Pidge managed to reply and complete his mean girls reference with composure.

Great. She was stuck with Lance. For the whole night. It confused her how the thought of being alone with him could make her heart pound on her chest like crazy. Before she could even complain, he spoke again.

"Looks like it's just you and me, Pidge."

Something in her stomach fluttered.

"Pidge?" Said girl turned to see Allura approaching the desk. "Do we suppose have any Environmental Science books left?"

Pidge made a quick check on the library computer– which brightness she turned down earlier as to not mess with her tired eyes once again –ignoring how Lance tried to greet her co librarian in the lamest, most flirtatious way possible. Allura only responded with a blank hello.

"We have three copies but only one haven't been borrowed. I don't know where it is though?"

"I'll go take a look. Perhaps it had been misplaced." The older librarian then glanced at Lance before giving Pidge an assuring smile. "If I'm not mistaken, you guys have some plans for tonight, right? You should go ahead. It is almost the end of our shift anyways. I got this."

A blink "You sure?"

"Of course."

She smiled back, feeling absolutely grateful for the angel. "Thanks, Allura."

Hanging her huge black and orange backpack on her slim shoulders, Pidge then stood up and turned her attention to Lance. She was about to ask him if he was ready to go but paused when she noticed him staring at Allura who was walking away. He wore this almost bewitched but thoughtful expression, as if he was internally solving an unknown puzzle, as he looked at her from head to toe. However, Pidge didn't miss how his eyes lingered more downwards.

"If you're staring at her ass, I swear I'll poke your eyes out." Pidge stated irritatingly. It was making her sick morally and emotionally. Mostly, emotionally. Why? Again, she wasn't sure.

"I wasn't! I–"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go." Instead of just going around the desk like a normal person would, Pidge hopped with her right foot, used her arms for support, and went over it. Their head librarian would kill her if she saw that. The strict old lady was on a vacation though, she thanked the universe.

She felt a light throb on her injured foot when she landed, however. It didn't hurt that much but it was there, making her bite her lower lip to prevent herself from reacting.

A wince.

It wasn't Pidge.

"Shit, this foot is killing me." Said Lance.

Oh. She forgot about that. Why she had the "injury" in the first place.

Lance was wearing blue flip flops, making the bandage around his lower left foot and ankle –that was very, yet more professionally done, similar to hers– stand out. Trying to play innocent, Pidge stared at it and asked "W-What happened to your foot?" The concern in her voice was far less from an act.

A light laugh escaped him before responding. "Stunt went wrong, basically. I hope my soulmate is okay."

That last sentence made her stiff slightly. He really did care about his soulmate, didn't he? Technically it was Pidge but he didn't know that. She convinced herself that he only cared about the soulmate that he created in his mind, not Pidge.

"That looks painful." It hurt a lot, actually. She thought. "You sure you can walk? My apartment's a few blocks away."

"Aww, Pidge, you do care."

"I'm leaving you–"

"I mean, yeah! I can totally walk, this is just a mild sprain, no big deal. Let's go!"

The two finally left the library but once they exit the building, Pidge got another text from Hunk that would surely mess with her mind up for the rest of the night.

1/2 team punk (6:45 PM): Btw, please tell me you're going to use this opportunity to tell Lance that you guys are soulmates? I purposely missed a hangout friday to give you this chance! 😩

#proof reading who?#satri writes #plance #pidgance #pance #flirtyrobot #fanfic #soulmate au

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jakegyllenhxck · 6 years

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@pinklybronzed was v kind to tag me, so here we go!

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better

Gender: female Star sign: pisces sun, gemini moon (Eclectic Artist™) Height: 5-5 (v short but still taller than everyone else, a peculiar occurrence) Time: 6:16pm (Pacific) Favourite bands: All time? I guess...The Gaslight Anthem, Manic Street Preachers...Oasis, Bowie, Interpol; hard to say since i’m in a bit of a transition period atm Favourite solo artists: Harry Styles, Nine Inch Nails (started w just Reznor technically), Lana Del Rey, Chopin Song stuck in my head: Valse Sentimentale (Tchaikovsky, but like the violin version specifically) and also Medicine by Harry Styles is just always on in there

Last movie I watched: crimson peaks, i’m p sure? Last tv show I watched: Hannibal! actually ty 4 reminding me, i gotta invite my friend over so we can marathon season 3 When did I create this blog: fuck. er. summer of 15? it’s been a cool minute What do I post: things that i like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Last thing I googled: how to be a poet (want money, don’t want to leave house, yunno how it is) Do I have other blogs: nah Do I get asks: occasionally, send more, kids! Why did I choose my url: The Smashing Pumpkins line "Shakedown, 1979,″ but 77 instead bc i started out as a punk blog, & that was probably my favorite year for punk Following: 146 Followers: I didn’t even know but 812 apparently, #weak

Favourite colours: pink&white, black&red (i got 2 moods, guys) Average hours of sleep: 6-7 since one of my best friends lives with me. also i am a poet, and getting eight or more would ruin my image Lucky numbers: i did ballet growing up, so i’ve always counted everything in 4s ‘cause that’s how you keep track of the music! Instruments: currently obsessed w piano & also kinda voice, but also guitar & bits of bass and ukulele What am I wearing: leotard (speaking of ballet!), sailboat pajamas pants, had 2 take the corset off bc it hurts my eighth rib on my left side (specifically that one!!!) to lie down in. also, pink socks with the lettuce trim, very avant-garde How many blankets I sleep with: 1 fuzzy, 1 sheet, 1 comforter, 1 woven w a green & white design of cowboys and shit (cool!) Dream job: rockstar. i mean, how else am i gonna fuck models Dream trip: lately, italy. all that art and sunlight? ‘i fux with it heavily,’ as my roommate would say. Favourite food: vanilla ice cream w fresh berries & honey, i’m v cliche haha Nationality: varying shades of white Favourite song right now: nocturne in e minor (op.72 no.1) makes my pretentious heart cry. also, val kilmer in tombstone, am i right ladies

i’m gonna keep the tag list short since i haven’t talked to too many people on here lately, but @my-man-syd, @vintagesoho, and @pianoprince, enjoy the mic friends!

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supremejjggk · 7 years

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Denial

Taehyung x reader 4.3k words smut and a bit of angst..?

Summary: Taehyung has always have feelings for you. It’s about time he lets his feelings known.

A/N: Okay like...This is 4.3k word full of nonsense. I’m sorry. lol BTW, I proofread this but I probably missed a few. Also, when I typed this in Words, the spacing was acting up so I couldn’t type the word “off” w/o the next word going crazy. So if you catch “of” instead of “off”, that’s why. Feedback would be much appreciated. <3

The loud noise in the living room woke you up from your sleep. You groaned at the sound because it’s way too early for you to be up at this moment. You had a rough night last night. Your boss was being an asshole for no reason and made you and your colleagues stayed over to finish the project. It wasn’t due until the end of next week but for whatever reason he decided to move the dateline. You didn’t make it home until a little past midnight. Your roommate, Namjoon, had already fallen asleep. To be honest, that’s what he usually does anyway; sleep, write music, eat and back to sleep again. You and Namjoon have been friends for over a decade. You both went to the same high school and university. He was more like a family than anything. And it made sense for both of you to room together after you both graduated from university. Namjoon secured a job as a producer for a well known company. You, on the other hand, are a chief editor for a traveling magazine. You love your job. You get to travel to places that most people dreamed of visiting. But sometime, your job can be a pain. Just like last night, when your boss made you stayed over. That’s why you’re going to the living room to see who is disturbing the peace. Because it’s the weekend and you could be sleeping in right now.

You opened your door, getting ready to yell at whoever it is that’s disturbing your much needed sleep but you abruptly stopped, “Taehyung?”

“Oh hey, noona.”

Kim Taehyung. Kim motherfucking Taehyung. Namjoon’s half brother. It’s not that you don’t like Taehyung. You just can’t stand him. He’s noisy and just too much for you. Not really your kind of people for you to be around.

“What are you doing here? And where is Namjoon?”

He turned around and walked up to you, “Hyung left to his studio. He said it’s going to be a long day so he asked me to come over and keep you company.” He flashed that boxy smile at you.

“Aish.” You huffed. Why would Namjoon do that when he knows that you can’t stand Taehyung? You’re going to have a talk with him in a bit. No, matter of fact, you’re going to send him a lot of angry text messages. Yes, that’s exactly what you’re going to do.

“So what are you doing right now? It’s quite loud.”

Taehyung grabs a hammer, “I’m trying to put this table together.” He starts hammering the nail down to the wooden piece. “Hyung said that you guys needed a new table so here I am!”

You chuckled at the response and nodded at the comment, “Yea, we do. This old table we have in the office is going to collapse any day now. I keep telling Joon to take his shit off the table. One day, it’s going to break and all his equipment will go down with it.” You shook your head and walked over to the couch. You turned on the tv and started going through the channels. You watched Taehyung assembling the table from the corner of your eye. You noticed that he has gotten a lot taller. It’s been awhile since you’ve seen him in person. Most of the time, you’d see him on Namjoon’s laptop either when they’re skyping or facetiming. But now that he’s in your living room, he looks a lot different. You laughed at yourself for noticing things that you know you shouldn’t be noticing. After all, that is your roommate’s little brother. He’s also someone that you can’t stand. You brushed your thoughts aside and continued watching your show.

Your phone rang and startled you. You ran back to your room to get the phone. You noticed that it was from Jungkook. You dialed back, “Oh, Jungkook-ah, you called?”

You walked right back in the living room and continued watching your show while talking to Jungkook. But you didn’t notice that Taehyung had stopped working on the table and started listening to your conversation with Jungkook.

“Yea, I’m off today.” You said to Jungkook, “Yea, you can come over. Taehyung is here too.” You continued, “No, Namjoon has gone to the studio. I don’t think he’d make it back tonight. Yea yea, see you in a bit, Kookie.”

“Noona, was that Jungkook?” Taehyung asked

You nodded and went back to watching your show. Not realizing that Taehyung is still standing there looking at you.

There’s a knock on the door and Taehyung went to get it. You heard they greeted each other. Jungkook and Taehyung have been friends for some years now. It’s always them together and Jimin. Oh God, that Park Jimin. You had thought that Jimin was the most handsome guy you ever laid your eyes too. But you never acted on it. Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook used to hang around your apartment all the time until Jimin got himself a girlfriend and he just stopped coming over. Jungkook was the only one out of the three that comes over the most. And Taehyung rarely comes over because he lives in Incheon and that’s a little out of the way from where you live at. That’s why it was a surprise to see him in your house. Jungkook walked over to you and looped his arms around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder, “I miss you, noona.”

You patted his head, “I miss you too, Kookie. But I need you to get off me!” You scolded him

“Yah! Why do you always touchy feely with me?”

“Because you smell really good and I can't control myself around you..” Jungkook answered. He turned to look at his friend and smirked. “Noona, why are you here with this asshat?” He laughed.

“He's here to put up a table for me and Joon. That's all.” You replied back, “I mean it kinda is his house too since Namjoon lives here.”

“Just because his brother lives here doesn't mean he LIVES here, noona. He doesn't even pay rent.” Jungkook laughed

“Shut up Kook. I'm here because I fucking can, how about that?” Taehyung spit back, “plus I have the key to this house. So noona was right. This is technically my house too.”

“Guys. Stop it.” You said. You got up and went straight to the kitchen. You looked through the fridge and sighed. There's no food in the fridge. At all. Whatsoever. “Are you guys hungry?”

The younger boys nodded their head.

“Okay, let's go eat. Noona’s treat.”

You, Jungkook and Taehyung made it to the little bibimbap place around the corner from your place. You sat down on your seat and Taehyung chose the seat next to your right and Jungkook chose the one across from you. All three of you ordered your food and while you guys were catching up, you’d received a phone call, “Hello?” You held your breath for a second once you heard the person on the other line.

“Jimin?” You asked

“Noona, is Jungkook with you? I need him to pick me up.”

You said yes and handed the phone to Jungkook, “It’s Jimin. He needed to talk to you.”

Jungkook grabbed the phone from you, “Hyung, what’s up?”

“I need you to pick me up.”

“Where are you?”

“Minah’s house.”

“Okay, I’ll be there once we’re done over here.” Jungkook hung up and handed the phone back to you.

“Is everything okay?” concerned by Jimin’s tone, you asked Jungkook

“I don’t know, honestly. But he asked me to pick him up.”

“Well, let’s get the food to go.” Taehyung suggested

Everyone agreed

After walking back to your place, all of you got in Jungkook’s car and headed to Minah’s apartment to pick Jimin up. On your way there, you were observing the streets of Seoul. Your mind wandered and you blanked out not hearing Jungkook’s question, “Noona?” You snapped out from your thoughts, “Yea, Kookie?” He laughed at you, “Damn noona, I’ve been talking to you all this time and you didn’t hear a word I said.” He shook his head but managed to keep a smile on his face.

“I’m sorry. I was blanked out. It’s been a rough week.” You explained, “What were you asking me?”

The car has come to stop at a red light, Jungkook turned to you with a smile on his face, “Are you still single?”

You snorted because you were caught of guard by the question, “Yup. Still single, why?”

“Oh nothing. I was just wondering.”

Taehyung watched the two of you interacting and he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. He knows that you can’t stand him. You always told him that fact every chance you get. Even knowing the fact, he still hopes that one day you wouldn’t find him annoying anymore.

The car has come into a stop and you could see Jimin standing at the front of the apartment building. He has a box with him and Jungkook opened the door to help put his things in the trunk. Jimin got in the back seat with Taehyung. You could tell that whatever happened to him was serious because his eyes are red and he just doesn’t look like himself. It’s taking everything in you not to ask him about what happened because you respect his privacy. Besides, if he really wanted to talk about it, he would. So you turned around and waited for Jungkook to pull off.

The ride back to your place was quiet, even for your liking. Jungkook was quiet and so was Jimin. But the person that surprised you the most was Taehyung. Because you’re not used to him not being...loud. Taehyung has been quite reserved since earlier today and you wondered why. You turned around to look at him, hoping to interact with him. But both him and Jimin are looking out the windows. You wonder what Taehyung is thinking about. He never comes of as a thinker to you. Ever since you were introduced to him by Namjoon, you’ve always thought of him as loud and obnoxious. But seeing him like this makes your heart flutters a little. He looks absolutely gorgeous. He has amazing side profile, his jaw is sharper than your future...you just couldn’t stop looking at him. A small voice pulled you out of your thoughts, it was Jungkook calling your name.

“Y/N noona,”

“Yes?”

“About the question earlier, you know about you being single…” Jungkook said, “Have you thought about dating?”

You cocked your head at him, “Of course, I’ve thought about dating. But after my last relationship, I just haven’t found someone that I’m interested yet.” Trying your hardest to give out an answer knowing damn well that your last relationship ended because you just didn’t feel any connections with your ex anymore and it was also because you had developed feelings for Jimin.

“Do you think I’d have a chance if I say I like you?” Jungkook frankly said,

You choked on the sprite you were sipping, “Excuse me?”

“I like you, noona.” Jungkook reached his hand out to grab your hand, “I have for a long time.”

You could hear Jimin snickered in the back, “But she doesn’t like you, Jungkook. I told you this.”

“How would you know?” Jungkook spat back

“Because she likes me.” Jimin answered, “Anyone with eyes could have told you that.”

You cut him off, “Liked you.” you continued, “I used to like you, Jimin.”

“So what changed? Why don’t you like me anymore?”

“Because you have a girlfriend.” You answered

“Had”

“Come again?”

“Had a girlfriend. We broke up. She cheated.” Jimin said curtly and giving nothing else as to how it happened or how he found out.

Taehyung’s eyes widened, “Sorry to hear that man. You guys have been together for awhile too.”

“Yea man, sorry to hear that.” Jungkook agreed

You finally made it back to your place with the younger boys trailing behind you. Your bibimbap is now cold as fuck and you contemplated whether you wanted to eat it or not. Taehyung walked in the kitchen and stopped right next to you. He reached over to get a bowl for his food. As soon as he was able to get a bowl, his eyes locked with yours. You stared at him for a bit, you took a good look at his face and admired it because since when did he grow up so handsomely? Taehyung cleared his throat and you snapped out of your thoughts. You smiled at him but didn’t say anything else and proceeded to walk back to your room. You get in there and locked your door. You took a quick look at yourself in the mirror and tried to figure out why you’re having all these thoughts about Taehyung. You wrote it of as you being deprived from sex. That’s it. You haven’t had sex in a while and you’re sexually frustrated. You hear a knock on the door and you went to answer it.

“Noona, come out and hang out with us please.” It was Jungkook.

“Give me a sec, Kookie.”

You tried to calm yourself and once you feel like you’ve collected yourself, you walked back out and joined the boys in the living room. You contemplated between sitting with Taehyung on the couch or sit in between Jungkook and Jimin on the floor. You decided to go with the couch because you’re not young anymore and your back and ass don’t need that kind of abuse that hardwood floor gives. Jimin still refused to let you in on what happened between him and his now ex girlfriend. And you weren’t going to pry it out of him. She cheated and that’s all the information you needed to know. Jungkook, on the other hand, took the comfort between your legs. He’s on the floor with his back against the couch, between your legs with his arms rested on your thighs. You could tell that Taehyung is staring at Jungkook’s arms. His lips are clenched and his knuckles turned white. You reach your hand out and grab his wrist, “You okay, Tae?” Taehyung turned to you, doesn’t say anything.

“Taehyung?” You called him again.

“Noona please.” Taehyung begged.

You furrowed your brows, “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“Why don’t you like me?”

“What do you mean?”

Taehyung scoffed, “Come on, noona.” He brushed your hand off, “You can’t stand me. You find me annoying. You said so yourself. I have yet to figure out what the fuck I’ve done to you for you to feel that way about me.” You gulped. You’re not sure where all his anger comes from. You opened your mouth to say something but met with his voice, “Let me finish!” You flinched but didn’t say anything else. “I’ve tried to interact with you. I tried to ask how your day was. But every time you just gave me a smart ass reply or just brush me of like I’m some kind of disease that you just don’t want to be associate with.”

You gasped, “I’ve never thought of you like that, Taehyung. Come on now.”

He fake laughed, “Really noona? Every time I come over, you always rolled your eyes at me. You always said shit like ‘why are you here?’” He continued, “But when it comes to Jungkook, you fucking welcomed him with open arms. Why don’t you just fuck him and get it over with?”

“Hey! Don’t talk to him like that.” Jungkook intervened.

You stopped Jungkook, “It’s okay, Kookie.” Before you could even finish, Taehyung cut you off, “There you go with the fucking nickname!”

You got up and walked up to Taehyung, “Stay here.” Then you turned around to Jungkook and Jimin, “Kook, I’m sorry but noona needs you and Jimin to leave, okay? It’s obvious that Tae and I need to have a talk. I hope you guys understand.”

Jungkook hesitated but couldn’t say no to you, “Okay noona. If you need anything, please call me.”

You nodded and gave him and Jimin a hug, “Jimin, I’m sorry about you and your girlfriend. But i promise I’ll take you out for a drink as soon as I get everything situated, okay?”

Jimin nodded before hugging you back. You locked the door behind them. Then went back to the couch. You signaled for Taehyung to sit next to you but he shook his head.

“Just come here and sit down, Tae.” You demanded

He gave in and did as he was told.

“So tell me what the hell was that all about?”

He sighed, “Noona, isn’t it obvious?”

“No. I’m old and kinda on the slow side. So I need you to explain to me what the fuck was that all about.”

“I like you, noona.” He said, face blushed. “I like you a lot. I like you ever since Namjoon hyung introduced us.” He sighed, “But obviously, I never acted on it because I knew you had feelings Jimin.”

“How the fuck did you guys find out?” You cut him off

Taehyung laughed, “You were being really obvious, noona. Like super obvious. Especially when you looked at him.” He added, “Like how you looked at me earlier in the kitchen.”

“Oh,” Your mouth turned into an o shape, “About that, I was at awe by your handsomeness.”

Taehyung blushed at the comment.

You continued, “I’ve never noticed how handsome you were until today, Tae. Seeing you putting the table together really did something to me.” You laughed, “I tried to control myself but I think I failed. I blame it on me being sexually frustrated.” You snorted. You couldn’t believe you had just let that out.

“I can help you.”

“Pardon?”

“I can help you...release some sexual frustrations.” He said to you, eyes filled with lust.

“Taehyung…” You said, voice low. What you didn’t realize was that you had moved closer to him and your hands were already fisting the hem on his shirt. Taehyung leaned down and left you with little space between you and him. You let go and let your lips crashed with his. The kiss was everything but gentle. It was hungry and longing, on both his and your part. You moaned into his kisses. Taehyung tested the water by letting his tongue out and you let him in easily. You both tasted each other and the kiss becomes hotter and hungrier. You let your hands roamed inside of his shirt. You feel his stomach, it’s fluffy which you find cute. Taehyung grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off over your head. He met with your breasts, “No bras? wow, you’re so hot noona.” You hummed in response and did the same thing with him. Once his shirt came off, you laid back on the couch and let Taehyung hovered over you. He then trailed his kisses from your mouth then your neck. He cupped one of your breasts while marking you.

“Ah, Taehyung.” You moaned out his name

“Say my name again, noona.”

You did just that. He then worked his way down to lick on your nipple. One of his arms reaches down to unbutton your pants. Once the pants were unbuttoned, he sat up on his knees and pulled them down in one go. Your sex was now on display for him. He rubbed his thumb over your clothed pussy. You let out a soft moan which excites him even more. He hooked his hands on your waistband before looking up at you, “Noona, look at me.” You opened your eyes and looked at him. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked. “More than anything…”You answered.

He didn’t say anything else but proceeded with pulling your panties off. Once those came off, he pushed your thighs apart and get in between them and made himself comfortable. He started to give kitten licks all over your thighs, one by one. You arched your back in response to all the kisses. He then worked his way over to your sex and without any warning, he gave it a quick lick. You gasped and your hands immediately found his hair. Taehyung flattened his tongue and started lapping on your clit. He started slow at first then increase his pace. Your legs started to shake and your hands were all over his hair. He laughed into your sex because he finds it cute that you didn’t know what to do what your hands, “Noona, if you want you can just ride my face.” You didn’t have time to comprehend what he just said because Taehyung had pushed your thighs up and started to go harder on your clit. You started to motion back and forth on his face. He looked up at you once and you were able to catch the look he was giving you, it was a smirk. This boy fucking smirked at me, you thought to yourself. You could see his face glistened with your fluid. He went back to the task and this time he added not one but two fingers inside of you.

“Oh my God, noona. You’re so fucking tight.” He gasped, “I can’t wait to be inside you.” You moaned at his words. Your back arched into each thrust.

“Taehyung, I need you inside me, please.” You begged.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He said, “Condom?”

“I don’t have any.” You said, “But I gotten my shots, Tae. Just fuck me already, please.”

Taehyung didn’t have to think twice. He pulled his pants and boxers down in one go and you drooled at the sight of his dick. His long and girthy dick. He pushed your thighs apart once more before settling himself between your legs. He leaned down to kiss you once more before lining himself at your entrance. He pushed the head in slowly, “Oh my God, this feels...so good.” He said slowly as he pushed the rest of his thick cock into you. You gasped and immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, “Move, Tae.” You begged. He didn’t have to hear you say it twice, he started to thrust into you. He pulled his dick back out and only left the head in there and then slammed it back inside you in one go. You arched into his thrust and you let out a loud moan. You pulled him in closer to you and started to kiss him senseless. You moan into his mouth every time he thrusts into you. Taehyung consistently thrusting into you and you could feel the heat pooling in your stomach. Your walls started to clench, “Tae, let me ride you.”

“Fuck yes, noona.”

Taehyung got of you and sat back against the headboard. You straddled his thighs and lined yourself with his length. You slid down on his dick in one go which caused Taehyung to let out a loud groan. You sat on it for a few seconds before you started moving. You motion up and down on his length. The feeling is back again and you know you’re close to coming. So you stopped yourself and placed both of your hands on his stomach. You then started to ride him vigorously. Taehyung managed to fondle your breasts while you ride him. A few seconds passed and your walls clenched on him, “Oh my god noona, i can feel you coming. You’re gonna come for me, noona?” You nodded and then you let it all go. You come so hard your legs started to shake. You rest your head on the crook of Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung continued to thrust into you. A few more thrusts and Taehyung spilled his seeds inside of you. He thrusts up once more for good measure and rested under you. You and him finally came down from your high and you got off of him . You laid next to him and waited for your breathing to come back to normal.

Taehyung got up and went to the bathroom to grab a towel. He walked back into the room and started to clean you off. He looked up at you and you couldn’t just look back at him. You feel so guilty by sleeping with him. You took advantage of him, you thought.

“Noona, look at me please.”

You looked up at him. He moved closer to you and gave you a kiss on your lips. “What are you thinking, can you tell me?”

“I feel like I’ve taken advantage of you.” You said, “You were in a vulnerable stage and I…”

Taehyung let out a laugh, “Noona, stop. You didn’t take advantage of me. I wanted it. I wanted you.” He gave you one more kiss. “Don’t feel guilty about this, noona. I wanted it just as much as you wanted it.”

“You really like me, huh?”

He nodded, “So much, noona. And I know you don’t see me that way...yet.” He added, “But i’m willing to wait.”

“What if I said that you don’t have to wait?”

“What do you mean?” He questioned.

“Listen, I know I’ve said countless times that I can’t stand your ass but to be perfectly honest, I said that because you’re Namjoon’s brother and I felt like you were off limit . Like I shouldn’t feel that way about you. So I’ve always pushed my feelings for you aside.” Before you could continue,

“So your attraction to Jimin was just a facade” he asked,

You nodded, “yea, something like that.”

“God noona, you’ could have come to me about it. I’ve wanted you since I met you.” He laughed, “We could have been fucking for years. What the fuck.”

“Shut up, Tae.”

He gave you another kiss, “Round two?”

You smiled, “Hell yea.”

//sorry not sorry.

#taehyung smut idontknowwtfimdoing

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im gonna go in to talk to management again tomorrow. i dont like doing it. im having a bad time in my life rn. its almost finals straight up soon. i got a lot of shit to do and take care of for my final projects.

but it has been nearly a MONTH since i have reported this issue. i have followed up with them. i took pictures for them. i explained to them i smell weed from her room sometimes and alcohol a lot. i think she is getting drunk and throwing up in the bathroom and never cleans it and i have cleaned it off the toilet but projectile vomit is where im drawin the line bc i have already gotten sick and thrown up myself one weekend from cleaning it.

my mom called. bc it still wasnt clean and my roommate LIED about cleaning it. and instead of reprimanding her for not only violating her lease and knowing she violated it, she LIED to them to try and cover it up while STILL not cleaning it. they decided to just piss around talking to higher ups. they wanna sort out a “meeting” where “all three people, roommate me and a manager” all sit down and talk abt what we want done w the problem. what i want DONE WITH THE PROBLEM IS FOR HER TO CLEAN IT UP AND STOP LEAVING HER VOMIT ALL AROUND THE FUCKING BATHROOM. if she CANNOT control herself and drinks and smokes until she throws up and cant be bothered to clean it she either LEARNS TO CLEAN IT or fucking STOPS DRINKING AND DOING FUCKING WEED. if you cannot control yourself and your actions and cannot clean up after yourself it has officially become a PROBLEM.

they also dont seem to care i told them she has weed and didnt do shit abt it. at all. its not allowed on campus remotely and were still technically on campus so.......... they could get in trouble w campus PD.

they have expected me to live in a vomit covered bathroom one month minimum. they never offered to help clean up the problem. they never explained to me any disciplinary action that would be taken besides “scheduling a roommate meeting”. this girl has ignored me knocking on her door to tell her to clean it up, and wrote be back a nasty message basically blaming me for being too mean and thats why she didnt even ask to use my cleaning supplies to clean up her fucking vomit that she has left more than once (she knows she has a vomiting problem but never bothered getting any cleaning supplies or asking me after the first incident if she could use mine) she has lied to all of you about cleaning the mess when she didn’t. she isn’t going to clean it up unless you take serious action and make her by threat of eviction and even then idk if she actually will or just leave it and cry and find some place else to get drunk and high and bang on the walls at 4 am over and over.

i want them to tell me she is in the PROCESS OF BEING EVICTED. or i want a refund or partial refund of my months rent for november. bc this is problem that should have been dealt with and solved before now. they should have said “we’re sorry she lied, we’ll send someone up to take pictures of the mess to prove its still not been cleaned by this day, we’re sending someone up to clean it, she is going to be disciplined for this and put on probation and if she does this again she will be increasingly disciplined [x] number of times and fined for the clean up crew before we send out her eviction notice”. but they didnt do that. because addressing the problem. actually pursuing it and making sure it was taken care of and making sure she knew this was unacceptable and making good on the promise that if you violate your lease you can be thrown out.

i firmly believe they are just trying to down play and ignore and make it difficult and more and more difficult for me to actually get this done. so that they can continue to collect rent money from her as long as possible. they dont care if she is making my life hell or makes me sick. they don’t care if she is violating the agreement to them she signed. they don’t care so long as they feel it is a small enough problem they can get me to shut up about. maybe they expect me to clean it and keep cleaning it until i move out. maybe they think i’ll give up and let her throw up all over the bathroom and then can bill me a lot of damage and cleaning fees at the end of the year bc they bill both of us for damages to the common area. i dont Know. but i do believe strongly that they are ignoring this purposefully for money, and they are a bunch of wanna be slumlords who will just charge multiple tenants for damages and keep collecting rent and dont care so long as by summer they make the places look nice and pretty for inspection. if someone gets sick or hurt and kids do drugs there, they dont give a shit unless it gets in the way of their money. and ill make it clear in my meeting with the manager i think the only way to get a proper fucking response at this point is to write out all this shit i have been thinking for a long time now, the shit my mother has said, the shit my friends have said, and write reviews on every single social media platform they have and every single review websites and make it very clear to everyone else who is thinking about renting this is the kind of behavior they can prepare for if they live here.

#emetophobia

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biofunmy · 5 years

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Polyamory Works for Them – The New York Times

The Look

Having multiple partners can mean more pleasure, but it’s not always easy.

Photographs by Yael Malka

Text by Alice Hines

Produced by Eve Lyons

Through a half-century of sexual upheaval, monogamy has been a curious stalwart.

The tradition of having a single sexual partner is among the only sexual practices liberals and conservatives rarely disagree about. Its blandness belies mysterious origins: Scientists have yet to conclude why prairie voles, much less people, prefer to bond in long-term pairs.

Yet in certain concrete burrows, monogamy’s inverse is on the rise. Jade Marks, a 26-year-old artist and herbalist in the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood of Brooklyn, recalled a recent post by a friend on Instagram: “Are there any other queers out there who are monogamous?”

That feeling may have something to do with the immediate environment. Most weekends in New York, a smattering of events cater to the non-monogamous. There are lecture series, workshops and discussion groups. There are cocktail hours and meet-and-greets. And there are, of course, parties.

On a recent Saturday night in Crown Heights, an angelic gatekeeper in a pastel harness did her best to assure a reporter that she wouldn’t be a total buzz kill at a private party of 200 mostly straight, mostly non-monogamous New Yorkers. “Just watching is O.K.!” she said outside the site, a loft lit like an infrared sauna. “Have a good time! Stay hydrated! And always ask for consent!”

Inside were some of the happiest-looking sober adults ever seen after 2 a.m. “It’s like ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ meets a Gaspar Noé film,” said a Scandinavian digital artist and recent Brooklyn transplant. He and his girlfriend were attending for the first time; they had read about the party, called NSFW, on the internet.

NSFW caters to the 25-to-35 age bracket, has an all-black dress code and is made up of 60 percent women, according to its founder, Daniel Saynt. Its application for membership requires a social media profile link (“It’s very curated,” Mr. Saynt said) and responses to open-ended and check-box questions (“ultimate fantasy” is a short answer; optional boxes to check include “hedonist,” “daddy” and “label-less”). That may sound like the precursor to a job interview, but the point is to ensure that the needs of attendees are met. Wouldn’t it be nice if other clubs worked that way?

“I don’t think that polyamory is somehow more evolved than monogamy,” said Zhana Vrangalova, a sex researcher who will teach an online course for couples and individuals seeking to open their relationships this fall. “But it should be an option. People should have more options.”

That was a maxim for the two dozen non-monogamous people interviewed for this article. The subjects, who represent a range of ethnicities, sexual orientations, gender identities and professions, agreed on this: For them, more partners means more exploration and more pleasure.

Consensual or ethical non-monogamy is an umbrella term that encompasses various relationship models, including polyamory, open relationships, sexual encounters with more than two people and swinging. Polyamorists are interested in exploring long-term relationships with multiple people. Swingers tend to be older couples opening their marriages recreationally.

According to a 2014 Chapman University survey, 5 percent of American relationships identify themselves as non-monogamous. In a more recent survey of single adults in the United States, in 2017, one-fifth of respondents said they would try some form of non-monogamy at some point in their lifetime.

In major cities, there are plenty of ways for non-monogamous and polycurious people to meet, among them apps, dinners, friends, blind dates and parties. In New York, organized sex parties include Chemistry, which requires a Q. and A. application and photo, but doesn’t screen for a particular look; NYC Inferno, a gay play party that mostly attracts cisgender men but is open to queer, trans and nonbinary people (Playhouse, a spinoff event, revolves around trans guys); Skirt Club, a members-only club for bisexual women; and Wonderland, which welcomes everyone as long as they bring a buddy who will vouch for them, and are committed to fantastical dress codes (“Ancients vs. Aliens,” “Dungeons and Drag Queens”).

Now a cottage industry of coaches and educators has cropped up to help polyamorous partners strive for compersion, the happy-for-you alternative to jealousy. Effy Blue, a relationship coach in Brooklyn, works with all of the following: triads, or three people in a committed relationship together; individuals seeking to transparently date multiple lovers simultaneously; partners who each have intimate friends, all of whom are close; and clients cultivating long-term relationships with someone who already has a primary partner.

“There is no single model that suits everyone,” Ms. Blue said. She also wrote a book on play-party etiquette. “Consent is the cornerstone of any well-produced, healthy and fun sex party,” she said. “This makes it safer and more fun than an average nightclub on any given day.”

Ella Quinlan, a 27-year-old event planner, said she knows hundreds of peers on the East and West Coasts practicing their own flavors of non-monogamy. In her own relationship with Lawrence Blume, a 55-year-old tech investor, Ms. Quinlan’s goal is to enhance what is conventionally beloved about monogamy, she said.

“We want to show people that it’s actually possible to be in a long-term, healthy, satisfying, deeply rooted and connected emotional relationship with somebody — and do this,” Mr. Blume said.

It’s not always easy. “There’s a lot of talking, and it takes a lot of work,” said Jade Marks. When Jade began exploring non-monogamy with Tourmaline, Jade’s primary partner, the pair quickly realized they had different expectations: Jade wanted casual encounters, while Tourmaline preferred sustained relationships with multiple people.

It took a lengthy negotiating period. Boundaries helped: Jade and Tourmaline established safe sex guidelines, and a rule of not bringing any partners to the apartment they share, though Jade said they have “a clause” for unexpected encounters.

Some emotions come with the territory. “A lot of us grew up with few of examples of what supportive queer, trans or non-monogamous relationships look like,” Tourmaline said. Among the couple’s queer and trans peers, non-monogamy can sometimes seem compulsory. “It’s O.K. to feel jealous,” Jade said. “It’s O.K. for this to be hard.”

Karen Ambert, 35, met Kenneth Play, a 38-year-old sex educator, three years ago on an art bus that was touring their neighborhood of Bushwick. Two years later, Mr. Play introduced Ms. Ambert, an emergency-room physician, to the man who became her second boyfriend, Geronimo Frias, the co-owner of a parkour gym.

It’s not technically a triad, but a V, as the relationship configuration is known in the poly community. Mr. Play and Mr. Frias don’t date each other, but they do date other people. (Mr. Play employs an assistant, in part to help book his rotating cast.)

Polyamorous for most of her adult life, Ms. Ambert hid it from her colleagues in medical school and residency. “I was always worrying about the next step. How will this impact my education and career?” she said. But recently she has grown more comfortable in her professional standing, and felt ready to come out about her love life too.

Mr. Frias was sitting on a couch at the home of Mr. Play with Ms. Ambert wedged in the middle, basking in the gaze of four adoring eyes.

Sexual repression is at the root of the wider public stigma about non-monogamy, said Narjesi Tragic, an environmental science student in Queens.

But that’s rapidly changing along with “tolerance of different kinds of lifestyles, traditions, religions,” said Orion Starbreeze, Narjesi’s metamour (both date Tiana North, a professional dominatrix and dog trainer, but not each other).

“We’re returning to that nomadic sharing of partners and resources,” Ms. North said. “There’s ride shares, there’s house shares, bike shares — we’re in a sharing generation now.”

Which, for some, is easier to intellectualize than practice. “The biggest obstacle to free love is the emotion we call jealousy,” the sex educators Janet W. Hardy and Dossie Easton write in the 1997 edition of their book “The Ethical Slut,” which introduced many Americans to the concept of non-monogamy.

One morning, I Skyped with Na’Im Najieb, a 33-year-old author, and Tyomi Morgan, 31, who is a sexuality coach. The two of them have been in an open marriage for a year and a half, and they recommend the use of mindfulness techniques to overcome jealousy.

“Is this really my partner separating from me?” Ms. Morgan said she asks herself when feelings of insecurity arise. “Or am I struggling my own abandonment issues, and needing to clearly express to Na’Im what affirmation I need to receive?”

Instead of jealousy, Ms. Morgan said she tries to think about gratitude and send messages like, “I was thinking about how much I appreciate you,” rather than, “Where are you?” and “Who are you with?”

Ms. Ambert, Mr. Play and Mr. Frias are all members of Hacienda, an intentional sex-positive community in Bushwick. (Mr. Play is a founder .)

Hacienda Villa, one of four locations, is an unassuming brick rowhouse across from an auto-body shop. Below the open concept kitchen-living room where 14 roommates have house meetings about chores, is a basement where events like Learn to Love Oral Sex: Tips from a Real Sex Worker (open to the public) and Second-Base Brunch (members only) are held.

“There’s a lot of sex problems in the world, like harassment,” Mr. Play said of the community’s mission. “We’re trying to engineer a way to coexist and celebrate sex without harming each other.”

He, Ms. Ambert, and Mr. Frias were currently in the process of contemplating a practice new to many of their open-minded friends and acquaintances: raising children.

“We’re in an extremely happy situation, and yet with a future that’s uncertain,” said Mr. Frias, 41, who is discussing starting a family with Ms. Ambert. “Being married and having kids in a V, I don’t know anyone else personally who’s done it.”

The idea was spurred during a conversation between Mr. Play and Ms. Ambert. It started much like any couple’s might, with Ms. Ambert saying she wanted children sooner rather than later, and Mr. Play hesitating.

Then Mr. Frias was in the picture. Like Ms. Ambert, he, too, wants children.

It was precisely her quality of “accepting people exactly as they are,” without trying to curtail their individual desires, that makes talk of such a long-term commitment possible, he said. “I’m not trying to change anything about her, and she’s not trying to change anything about me,” he added.

And those are just the emotional perks, said Mr. Play, who is coming around to the idea of helping raise children who aren’t his own. “Three incomes. Three parents. No one feels like they’re drowning in responsibility,” he said. “And the kid, surrounded by more loving adults.”

“I think this is really beneficial — a good life hack.”

Yael Malka is a photographer and artist raised in the Bronx and now based in Brooklyn. Alice Hines is a writer in New York City.

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