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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 1 year

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Imagine getting Azula a present for her birthday

The first thing you noticed when your family returned to the fire nation was how serious everyone was. You’d been born in a fire nation colony so had little experience with the capital of your nation. Your parents were high born but even they’d relaxed in the colonies and allowed you to have a mostly normal life. However once Ozai declared your parent’s mission over and summoned them back to the capital that all ended. Rules patroling you seemed to spring from everywhere. Don’t wear your hair fully down, don’t meet the eye of anyone who ranks higher than you, bow from the floor to all members of the royal family...the list was endless! Due to your parent’s being very well respected you were introduced to Azula and she took you into her group. Part of you wondered if she only did it to please her father or because you were considered an oddity here in the capital but as time went on you didn’t think either was the case. Everyone here was very strict or distant and even Azula’s closest friends didn’t know her very well. Mai seemed to tolerate her mainly because of her titles and brother. Ty lee, while seemingly fond of Azula, obviously didn’t try getting closer to her than necessary. That wasn’t how friendships worked in your town and you were determined not to pick up this capital custom. So you put time and effort into all three of the girls and made progress with each. You’d go shopping with Ty lee, discuss popular and obscure theology with Mai and help Azula think through her battle strategies. Azula was the one who reacted the strongest to your attention and friendship. She began spending more time with you alone, seeking you out regularly and inviting you to events where even Mai and Ty lee weren’t permitted to go. You found yourself drawn to Azula because she seemed like the one who could most do with a friend. Mai had Zuko, Ty lee seemed content flitting from numerous different people but Azula didn’t really have anyone.

So you continued nurturing your friendship and when Azula’s birthday came around you set out to get her the most meaningful present you could to let her know she was cared for. You were very excited with your choice of present and rushed into the palace, the box you’d spent hours wrapping and unwapping until it was perfect, held tightly in your hands. “Good morning” you smiled finding Mai, Ty lee and Zuko in the royal wing. “Good morning” Ty lee beamed back but Zuko and Mai just nodded not being morning people. Mai noticed your present first. “What’s that?” she asked and you smiled “Azula’s present!”. They all looked at you confused and Zuko spoke first “why are you buying my sister a present?”. “Because it’s her birthday” you explained but that didn’t seem to help, they all still stared at you blankly. “It’s her birthday so I got her a birthday present...is that not something you do in the capital?”. “No but it sounds very sweet” Ty lee grinned. Mai shrugged “I would like presents every year just for being born but I can’t say I understand the logic”. Zuko nodded but you shrugged “ow well, hopefully Azula will enjoy it anyway”. “You’re still going to give it to her”? Zuko asked shocked and you paused “well why wouldn’t I?”. “She might think it’s weird considering you only give people presents when you’re...”. Mai hit Zuko’s arm before he could finish and shook her head. You stared confused “if you’re what?”. “It doesn’t matter” Mai said quickly “Zuko was thinking of something else, I think Azula’s in her study if you want to see her”. You frowned but Mai and Ty lee smiled at you encouragingly so you shook Zuko’s words from your mind and went to find the birthday girl.

You knocked on Azula’s door and heard her call come in. “Happy birthday Azula!” you cried as soon as your eyes fell on her. Azula jumped vividly, the brush she was writing with dragging messily across the page ruining her letter. “I am so sorry” you gaped “can it be saved”. “No it cannot” Azula sighed angrily “please in the future don’t scream just because it’s my birthday”. You nodded “is wishing someone a happy birthday not a thing here either?” you asked “just when I think I’m getting a handle on the capital I mess everything up”. “Birthdays are not a big deal here” Azula nodded “only important ones are given any recognition but I have heard of some places where every single birthday is celebrated. I take it your home town is one such place?”. You nodded smiling at the memory “Yes! Every year you usually have a party or do something special with the people you love most! You eat your favourite foods and someone usually makes a cake, it’s lovely”. Azula nodded her head but looked unconvinced and then her eyes fell on the box in your hand. “And what is this?”Azula asked. “A present” you smile brightly but Azula blushed and looked away for some reason. “For my birthday right?” she asked “this is one of your odd traditions nothing more?”. “Yes” you agreed unsure what else a present could mean “you also give the person whose birthday it is a present, something you think they’ll like and wrap it up nicely for them...can I give it to you?”. Azula was still red but nodded so you placed it down on the desk before stepping away.

Azula picked it up hesitantly and undid the bow before removing the lid carefully. You watched her face excitedly for any reaction but all Azula did was stare inside. You were dying for a sign however small to know if she loved or hated it but Azula continued to stare until you thought you would burst of anticipation. When you couldn’t contain yourself any longer you sighed “so do you like it? It’s the trinket we saw in that glass store in town”. Azula nodded her head “yes I recognise it...how did you decide on this for me?”. “Well I thought I saw you admiring it when we were there because you kept staring at it but now I’m not sure if you staring at something means you love or hate it”.

Azula remembered the day a few weeks ago when you went into town together and she recalled how you’d mysteriously disappeared before reappearing minutes later. She picked up the small figurine carefully. It was a rose that fit in the palm of her hand made of different orange, red and yellow coloured glass all intricately folded together. When the light hit it looked as if it was on fire and Azula remembered thinking it looked very beautiful and she had the same thought now.

“So...is it okay?” you asked nervously “If you don’t like it then I can always return it and get you something else?”. “No!” Azula said sharply before she composed herself and rid her face of the emotion she felt underneath. “It is a nice present, I like the colours...” she said awkwardly aware she was blushing “I will keep it, thank you”. The look on your face made Azula’s heart beat faster. You were so happy that she liked the tiny piece of glass and Azula figured if such a small thing could cause you so much happiness maybe it wasn’t such a stupid tradition after all. “I’m so glad you like it” you grinned “I was going to suggest we have a meal or something to celebrate but as that’s probably not a thing here either I’ll leave you to your work. Have a lovely birthday day Princess” you smiled and with a bow to her you disappeared.

Later

All day your gift didn’t leave Azula’s mind. Usually when you gave someone a present it meant you were interested in courting that person. For a second when you entered Azula thought that was what you intended, she thought this was your declaration before she realised what your intention’s really were. As she stared at the small rose she recalled the slight relief she felt realising you didn’t mean to court her but she also felt another feeling, larger and deeper inside herself which she refused to acknowledge.

Azula placed the rose back in the box and got back to work. A while later a servant let her know that her father was ready for her and she prepared to meet with him. She hesitated to leave the present you gave her and frowned. She saw the servant glance at it and blushed furiously. “Tell my father I will be there soon” she commanded and he scurried away. Azula sighed and lifted the lid off the box once again. The rose was still shining beautifully and Azula hesitated before picking it up and slipping it into her pocket.

The meeting did not go well. Ozai didn’t mention Azula’s birthday which wasn’t odd but the fact he didn’t even seem aware it was today stung a little considering a girl she knew for only 8 months did. The meeting went from bad to worse as Ozai started snapping at everyone in the room and through it all Azula gently held your rose. It was cold in her palm and she liked the coolness. She carried on with her meeting, holding the rose whenever she needed something positive to focus on, and got through the meeting.

When Azula was finally dismissed she was relieved and felt the toll it had taken on her. She started back to her study aware she still had work to do but honestly her eyes were tired and her brain hurt. She didn’t want to do any more work and your offer suddenly came into her head. You’d mention something about food...a tradition you’d thought to try before figuring Azula wouldn't want to. Azula thought it over before she found a messenger and dispatched them to go find you.

You arrived at Azula’s apartments in the palace confused. Her note hadn’t said much just that she wanted to see you and to come quickly. So you dutifully dropped your very busy schedule (which concerned lounging and reading in the gardens) and made your way to her door. Two guards let you in and you called out for Azula. “Ah y/n” a voice replied and you turned to see Azula descending the stairs. “Azula” you smiled before remembering the note “is everything okay? Your note just said to come here”. “Everything is fine” Azula assured you “I just...thought we could entertain that custom of yours”. “The meal?” you asked excitedly. Azula nodded looking away to disguise her blush “exactly, what must we do?”. You laughed “we don’t have to attack it like a battle! I have everything planned, I’d already gotten the picnic ready and I still have the spot in the gardens although I do need to decorate it and call the others...if you give me an hour I will have everything ready!”. Azula nodded “that is fine” and with a smile you rushed for the door. Before you could disappear Azula called out to you “ow and y/n there’s no need to disturb the others i’m sure they’re too busy on such short notice”. You paused “are you sure? You’re their friend so i’m sure they’d happily drop whatever they were doing to celebrate your birthday, I mean it only happens once a year”. Azula smiled at the sentiment but shook her head “somehow I doubt they’ll think that way but it doesn’t matter, I will be happy with just the two of us”. Now it was your turn to blush. You nodded and bowed slightly “of course princess” and left the room.

An hour later Azula made her way to the gardens, following the instructions you’d sent her. She usually avoided the gardens for obvious reasons but she was hoping you’d give her a good memory in the place her mother cherished. You’d said to follow the yellow flowers and so Azula did that until she saw a raised area. There was a small platform with food all arranged along a small table. A small cake perched in the centre with the words “Happy Birthday Azula” frosted on the top. Lanterns hung around the platform and lines of colourful fabric hung from the ceiling of the structure. Cushions were placed on the floor in a seating area and the whole area looked very inviting even if it wasn’t very fire nation. Azula took in the scene for a few seconds before she realised you were there. You were muttering about something as you re-arranged some of the decorations your back to her. “Y/n” she called and you jumped “Azula! I promise I’m almost done I was just trying to work out where to place the balloons”. Azula smiled “there’s balloons too?” looking at the sea of decorations all over the small structure. You paused “why is it too much?”. Azula stepped through the doorway and saw due to the streams of decorations you were practically hidden away from the rest of the garden. Azula liked that idea and surveyed the rest of the platform. The lanterns made the light that passed through them change colour and they chimed nicely in the breeze. The food looked and smelled delicious and the cushions looked very comfortable. “No this is just perfect” Azula smiled. You beamed at her happily and squeezed her arm “I’m so happy you like it! You deserve a special day”. Azula blushed and wasn’t sure how to respond to something like that, especially while you were staring at her just inches away. So Azula just avoided the topic.

“Shall we begin?” she asked and you nodded. You placed a selection of all the foods (which were all Azula’s favourites of course) on a plate and passed it her before doing the same for yourself. You joined her on the cushions and smiled “so! How was your birthday? What made you decide to indulge me?”. Azula looked down at her food “it was fine...I had a really long war meeting and honestly the thought of doing more work after it was not appealing, so I contacted you. I know it’s not ideal, a whole evening wasted on being frivolous but there’s nothing to do about it now. I’ll just work extra hard tomorrow”. You frowned before looking up at her “it’s your birthday so I think you’re allowed to have a more chilled day just enjoying yourself. Plus you already work so hard anyway, if anyone deserves a rest it’s you”. “Yes but I work hard for a reason, you don’t become the best by being lazy”. You nodded “yes but you’re already the best!” you grinned “so sit back and relax for one evening. The world will still be waiting for you to conquer it tomorrow”. You nudged her shoulder and despite your words going against everything she’d been taught Azula found herself smiling “okay”.

The two of you chatted while you ate and when you finished you began cutting Azula a piece of cake. She watched the concentration clearly etched on your face fondly. You passed Azula the piece and she took a bite cautiously but she had no reason to. It was wonderful. “This is rather nice y/n what type of cake is it?”. You smiled “it’s based off a red velvet cake because you know fire nation but I also added some spice because I know you like it”. “You made this?” Azula cried and you nodded “yes but it was no bother...i’m just glad you like it”. “I do” Azula agreed “I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this silly custom of yours. It is nice to be spoiled”. You nodded grinning “it is! My birthday is in January just so you know”. Azula froze at the thought of having to plan something like this for you when you laughed “don’t worry I was joking, you don’t have to do anything for me”. “Well I doubt I’d be able to match this” Azula said gesturing around her “but I will remember, you have my word”. You smiled blushing but didn’t break your eyes away from her “thank you Azula, I’m really glad I met you”. Azula went red matching you and nodded her head “I am too...although I should be going soon. I have a meeting early tomorrow morning”. You nodded standing “of course, would you like me to walk you back to your room?”. Azula shook her head “that is fine thank you y/n...do you need any help with all the decorations?” she asked hesitantly. You shook your head “no it’s fine, the decorations will take 5 minutes to pack away and i’ll take the spare food to the kitchen...the only thing is the cake, would you like to take it or would you like me to?”. Azula eyed the cake remembering the delicious taste and nodded “I will take it with me”. You packaged it up for her and smiled “well I hope you’ve had a nice birthday”. “I have thank you” Azula nodded “now I must be going”. You nodded and waved as Azula left the gardens.

Azula walked through the palace to her room your cake in her hands and she felt proud. Her friend had made this to celebrate her birthday. She hadn’t asked you to, you did it because you wanted to do it for her, because you cared for her. Azula stepped inside her room and looked about her. She couldn’t help but realise after all the colourful decorations you’d used just how dull her room was. Despite all of the finery none of the room was really hers. None of the pieces had been bought just for her, they were all things passed down for generations. Azula placed your cake on a table and took your present out of her pocket, running her hand over it softly. Nobody had ever bought her something just because they wanted her to be happy. Azula wondered where to place your present. She didn’t want it out in the open where anyone could see or break it. She couldn’t find anywhere suitable so she changed and got into bed still undecided. She toyed with the figurine remembering the way you’d smiled when she said she liked it. Now safely in her own room alone she recognised she’d been slightly disappointed this was a token of friendship and nothing else. She enjoyed having your attention and liked you most out of all her friends but in a very different way. Still, even if this wasn’t a romantic gesture it was still a gesture of love and such an open un-fire nation one.

Azula smiled to herself before placing the rose under her pillow where she could hide it but also keep it close to her while she slept. “What a strange day” she muttered to herself but she knew it hadn’t actually been strange, it had been the best birthday she could remember having and it was all because of you.

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I’m constantly sad Azula never had anyone really love and care for her like Zuko did, she deserved better. But even if someone had shown her affection, based on her sad upbringing, I feel like Azula wouldn’t know how to respond to it because she’s never been shown what love is so I want to shower her in it!! Hence this story :)

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onewmin · 8 months

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the perfume on the shelf. pt. 10 | bangchan

Pairings: Bang Chan x Fem!reader, Kim Yugyeom x Fem!reader

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: AU, Yugyeom is being the voice of reason, the reader and Chan are insufferable (mostly the reader), description of a poor relationship with the parents, mentions of a sexual assault, cursing, the appearance of an ex-girlfriend, an airport cliché, some typos. The narration jumping from the past to the present tense is intentional

Gaeul means ‘autumn’ (just in case :))

Author’s note: hey! I’ve been absent for quite a long time, and couldn’t give you anything better thank this, sorry </3. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was going to get worse, lol. This part is quite long, btw. I’m trying my best to finish this series, that’s why it’s taking me longer than usual to post. I’ll try my best to post a new part either once in two weeks or once a month. Hope you’re still interested in the series. Let me know what you think and thank you for reading <3

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Part 9 | Part 11

You hated the countryside. Or the idea of staying there with your parents. You didn’t figure that out yet.

To begin with, you absolutely despised the long hours it took you to get to the place. When your parents abruptly decided to change their place of living, moving from their apartment to the semi-detached house in the village four hours away from Seoul (the house that was used solely for summer vacation previously), you were definitely not pleased. With your forever unfinished psychological separation from the family, you knew better than anybody else that you’d have no choice but to come and see them, at least, once a month at the weekend — especially when it happened in summer.

Moreover? Honestly, there were too many things to add to this. For starters, you hated you father’s guts. Despite having been raised as someone who was supposed to respect their elders without a question, you couldn’t but roll your eyes every time he opened his mouth. And when you’d vent to your mom, she… She would be defending her husband’s actions, always. Even when he was in the wrong.

Sitting at the dinner table with them, you silently chewed on your salad, another weird show about politics running as a background. Your parents would throw in the most obscure of their opinions, the ones that made you sick to your stomach — but you wouldn’t dare to say anything. ‘Cause you outgrew the phase of arguing with them, trying to prove them wrong, trying to get through their hatred and prejudices. You were too grown to try and change two almost senior citizens so that they wouldn’t hate everyone who differed from them in any capacity.

Your cat meowed, stretching her paws on the armchair beside you. Whenever you thought about a family, she would be the only creature who came to mind.

“Do you feel like you’ve separated?” You therapist asked.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Sometimes it feels like it. But”, you gulped, “sometimes I would find myself being too engrossed in the family drama”.

She hummed. “That’s what they want from you. To continue being involved. To continue being the only thing that unites them”.

“I’m pretty sure they’d be fine without me”. You huffed. “My mom loves her husband too much to even think about how miserable he makes her life to be”.

“Would you remind me, please, how long they were dating before getting married?”

“Two months”.

“How long had they been living together, just the two of them?”

You scratched your chin. “Ummm… Never, I guess. My grandma lives with them now.”

“Something always unites your parents, and it never seems to be the love they have for each other. It’s either you or your grandmother”. Your therapist took her glasses off and looked you in the eyes. “When one of the elements disappears, or both of them do, they’ll have nothing in common anymore”.

You shook your head back then, and you were shaking it now too. Your parents might have been the worst example of a healthy relationship, however, they both held onto the toxicity. You father did it for the sake of comfort, as you mother had always been the breadwinner of the family — the matriarch, if you will. She provided him with a home, paid for his higher education, paid all the bills while he was not, in fact, bringing home the bacon, quite the opposite, actually; and she never noticed his utterly shitty behavior. Or she chose to ignore his vile habits of breaking your heart, your will, your love for him as a father.

Your mother never cared about it. Ignorance is a blessing, after all.

“We’ll have guests tonight”, your mother said when you were helping her with the dishes. “Don’t lock yourself in your room, please”.

“Who’s going to come?”

A playful smile was shining on her lips. “It’s a surprise”.

You’re let out a deep sigh, not expecting anything good to come out of it. It was either your annoying aunt, who’d preach about you not being married when her daughter, who was your age, was divorced twice and heading towards her third marriage; or it was someone else from your relatives — maybe your father’s creepy elder brother, who used to touch you inappropriately when you were a kid. No, no way it was him — your mother hated his guts too. Too bad she didn’t hate her husband who never cut off his older brother for groping both his child and wife. Too bad.

As you were done with the dishes you left your mom to play with your cat, and went to the back door, to seclude yourself in the patio your parents never used until there were guests. All you wanted was some peace and quiet in this mad house.

You didn’t even have a minute to start another crochet project when your phone buzzed.

“Oh god, Yugyeom, another cat meme?” You mumbled as you opened the app. Fortunately, it wasn’t a meme.

“A little bird told me we’re coming to your family’s country house. Wasn’t my idea”.

You chuckled. “Right. They definitely want to play matchmakers”.

“Great”. He responded. A couple of seconds later another message popped up. “It’s exactly how I wanted to spend my weekend”.

You smiled. “Yeah, me too”.

A couple of weeks passed after Youngjae’s birthday, and since then you and Yugyeom were speaking regularly. Followed each other on the social media again, exchanged your numbers. Although you did regret adding him on Instagram, as he kept on constantly sending you animal videos. Not that it was annoying, it was just… Unusual. You were not used to male attention after Chan.

Oh no, not again. Shut up.

You didn’t allow yourself to drown in the memories of him. It got better, day by day, but it was still an open wound. Even though it wasn’t bleeding anymore. At one point you decided that all the bleeding turned into the infinite pool of tears you cried throughout the whole relationship. Nevertheless, the mere mentioning of him still brought you pain; you thought about talking it out with your therapist but it felt like even she was tired of all this Chan talk.

When you were together, the tiniest thought of him with someone else made your heart ache, as you laid on the floor of your bedroom, tears clouding your vision. The paparazzi taking pictures of him with the singers he worked with, his backup dancers, his acquaintances — all of that, as you scrolled through those photos, almost forced you to break through your rib cage with your fingers with so much ferocity, that you could rip your heart out. Just not to feel any of that pain anymore.

Because he never went out with you publicly. It was only in a group with friends, or you had to wait till the paps took all of the candid photos of him before you could walk out, or you were supposed to pretend to be a stranger, walking past him. You were not interesting to the paparazzi as much as Chan’s idol and actress friends were. You were bland, grey, a simple background noise. Who would ever even consider you dating Chan?

Yeah, right. That would be you in your delusional state of mind.

Time passed quickly and in mere moments the Kims were at the door. Yugyeom was beaming at your parents, bowing to them as you did the same to his. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen each other for years — you’d greet his parents whenever you met them in the village, and your parents certainly saw Yugyeom in his rare visits. The four of them were still friends — or they appeared to be like that for the sake of the families’ images — only you and Yugyeom were estranged. As you sat down the table, you realized it was the first time in years when both of your families gathered. And it was the first time in years you and Yugyeom were sitting opposite, and not beside each other.

Holding hands under the table, fingers intertwined as your palms were sweating with every gentle touch of his. You had never experienced so much love after Yugyeom. Whatever love Chan had for you was never expressed — it was hidden, as if he were ashamed of those feelings all along. But wasn’t it the truth? Wasn’t it what he said to you?

You shook your head again, earning a concerned look from Yugyeom. You didn’t think he’d understand this crap, shit, no one would. Eunjoo was the first one to tell you the relationship you shared was unhealthy, but, despite you agreeing with her, you never had the strength to leave him. Except for that one time several months ago, that launched all of the vicious bullshit circle that had happened recently.

As all of the dinner went on as a blur, when you answered Yugyeom’s parents’ questions about your job and life almost mechanically, unlike Mr. Kim Yugyeom, who seemed actually delighted to share his news with your parents.

“I can never escape him, right?” The thought leaped through your head. “But do I really want to?”

Your parents conversation swiftly moved to the living room, for them to go on and watch yet another favourite film of theirs; you and Yugyeom were left to do the dishes alone. In silence. Not a word uttered while he was washing the dishes and you were wiping them up.

“D’you wanna go on a bike ride?” He suddenly uttered.

“Yeah”.

Having jumped on your old pink bike, you made your way to the Kim’s house, when Yugyeom rushed to get his one too. Several minutes later you rode through the empty country road; inhaling the smell of freshly-cut yellowish grass and cool autumn wind, you did your best to outrace the man in front of you. And every time you looked at him, slightly turning his head to you to say you were slow, you were reminded of a dark-haired boy whom you’d know since you were ten. He had that smile that felt like a warm summer evening filled with the honey smell of a linden tree. He was funny, his innocent curiosity and love for the world were the first things that made you fall for him long before you knew what love was.

Do you know it now? After all these years, do you know what love is? Is it that gut-wrenching feeling that arose inside whenever you thought of Chan? Is it crying almost every day because you knew he could never love you? Is it going through his ex’s accounts to find something within yourself to alter — only for him to never notice your efforts? Is this love?

Or is it riding your bikes through the night to your place? Is it this lingering feeling whenever he looked your way? Is it feeling comfort whenever he wrapped his arms around you?

Is Chan the love you’ve been craving? Or did you give up on Yugyeom too quick and lost your chance for love forever?

You pulled yourself from the thoughts as the two of you reached the destination — your place, that meadow where you always used to spend time during your relationship. Now the place was forgotten by the two of you, abandoned by the love that used to be in a full bloom.

Yugyeom plopped on the blanket and you carefully sat beside him, pulling your knees to your chest, hugging them and laying your chin down on your knees.

“There are no stars tonight”, he mumbled. A corner of your mouth lifted, but you didn’t respond. To be frank, you had no idea what to say.

Yugyeom sighed. “D’you think I’m boring?”

“What?” You brows knitted.

“Am I boring? Do I give off boring vibes?” He put his hands behind his head and stretched a little.

“Why are you askin’ me?”

“‘Cause you’re the only girl I talk to”, he began, “not romantically, I mean”.

Ouch. Ouch? Bitch, ouch? You’re slightly hurt you’re not romantically linked with your childhood sweetheart?

“So you need advice?”

“Sort of”. He nodded. “I went out with this girl from work a couple of times but she says I’m too boring”.

“Stop talking to her”.

“I like her too much to do it”.

You gave a tight-lipped smile in response, feeling your blood boil for some reason. Why a possibility of Yugyeom having a relationship makes you… dissatisfied? Why does it even bother you?

He, on the other hand, seemed to notice your slight change of demeanor. “You’re okay?”

Having nodded, you kept on staring at the sky. What were you supposed to say? It wasn’t a Minho situation where he’d ask you about Eunjoo and what she liked; it was different. It was Yugyeom, the golden boy who seemed to come down from Heaven, the sweet boy who’d wipe your tears every time your parents made you feel miserable, the perfect boy who slipped through your fingers. Were you really holding onto him after all those years? Was Chan actually right?

“I dunno what to say”, you uttered. “Maybe you should take her to the movies or something”.

“She’s a not a fan of mainstream cinema”, he responded right away.

“Coffee then”.

“She hates it”.

“A walk in the park?”

“She’s allergic to grass”.

You huffed and rolled your eyes. “Is she even real?”

Yugyeom chuckled. “She certainly is”.

“Then I don’t know what to tell you”. You changed your position so that your back would be flat against the blanket. Watching the sky, you continued. “I’m not the person to give you dating advice”.

“Why are you so angry suddenly?”

You sighed. “I’m not”.

Yugyeom hummed. “I just thought”, he resumed, “that we’re sharing our love-life problems with each other. Guess we’re not”.

Of course.

In the past couple of weeks only the dead didn’t hear you moaning about Chan and his sudden departure to Australia. Yugyeom fell a victim to your oversharing as well, and he actually tried to give you some solid advice — like to reconcile with Chris, for example. Reconciliation? Nope.

Yugyeom also suggested you be the first one to apologize, as, in his eyes, that would help both of you to throw the weight off your shoulders. A reasonable idea, right? It never stood a chance, though.

Because, despite you accusing Chan of selfishness and having too much pride to even consider saying a tiny ‘sorry’, you possessed absolutely the same qualities. Same brazen arrogance, same pride boiling your brain every time you wanted to run back to him and make the first move. You would never do that, never in a million years. No matter how much you loved him, Chan was supposed to be the first one to apologize.

“Are you trying to guilt-trip me or something?” You sat on the blanket. “I won’t tell you anything ever again then”.

You got up abruptly and clumsily stumbled on your feet, almost falling down. When Yugyeom tried to help you, you brushed his hands off. “Don’t help me if I bother you that much”.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you?” You barked. “First you barge into my life which already was a fuckin’ mess, and now you tell me about your love-life? For what? For what exact reason, Yugyeom?”

“You need to know”. He answered calmly.

“Why? What for?”

“‘Cause you need to”. He assured. “You live in delusions, you build your life around them. You live off the idea of a prince who’d come and save you. You need to stop that and live in the reality for once”.

“I don’t-“ You shook your head.

“You do”, Yugyeom insisted. He took a deep breath. “You had the same idea when we were kids, and I was happy to be the one to come and save you. Because I loved you more than anything in this world”. You could feel your eyes getting heavy. “I still do, believe it or not. But I’m not willing to be your savior again. I don’t want to be Chan’s rebound either. I’m trying to move on from… Whatever you and I have. I want the same for you.”

You licked your lips and turned your head away. “That’s why you told me about your little girlfriend?” You muttered in a shaky voice.

You couldn’t see it but Yugyeom clenched his jaw, as he always used to when being extremely annoyed.

“I told you ‘cause you need to see it. You need to realize you have to move on too. ‘Cause Chan won’t magically come back and beg for your forgiveness and you’ll live happily ever after. That’s not how it works”. He drew in a breath again. “And I won’t either. I do love you, still, and I always will, and the fact that”, he gulped, “the fact that you’re still wearing this necklace gives me hope, it does, but… I can’t be both your boyfriend and therapist, like I used to. You have to work on yourself on your own. Neither I, nor Chan will fix it for you. You need to realize you have to take the first step. Not him or me. You”.

Maybe what you needed was brutal honesty. Perhaps Yugyeom chose the right tactic — to befriend you and then put your face in the mud. Because you needed that. Because, no matter how much therapy sessions you had, the main issue still wasn’t fixed. You were keen on waiting for someone to come and help you, when you should’ve been the one to help yourself. Yes, you have always been a people pleaser, but can’t people pleasers be selfish too? Can’t they have their little pride bloom inside their chests?

“Guess you’re right”.

“I always am”.

You let out a deep sigh and sat back on the blanket, your head resting on Yugyeom’s shoulder. “I’m sorry”.

“Don’t be”, he answered softly, “I get it”.

“I just…” A sudden choking feeling seemed to squeeze your throat. “I don’t know what to do”. Your last words came out as a whisper.

“You do”, he said, “I just gave you a manual”. You let out a breathy laugh.

“I’m being serious, Yugyeom”.

“Me too”. He turned his head to face yours, as you rested your head on your knees now. In the dark of the night his angelic features seemed to have a slight addition of devilishness to them. And then it hit you like a sudden snowball thrown at someone does. You don’t know him. You know the boy you grew up with, the guy you used to love. You have no idea who the man that’s sitting right in front of you is. He seems nice, has a way with words, and he does resemble somebody you would call the ‘love of your life’. He isn’t the same boy anymore. As well as you are not the same girl. As well as Chan is not the guy your brain thought him to be.

He’s imperfect, stupid. He has no clue of what love is, he’s never had a sweet affection shown to him because he never stayed to get it. It’s not the responsibility that he runs away from, it’s affection. It’s pure adoration that makes him fall out of love with every person that ever experienced those feelings towards him. You can’t change him. And you don’t need to.

The only thing you need to do is make the first step. Push your pride far up your ass, collect yourself, forget the cruel words he ever said to you. Perhaps, then you won’t have to hate him to fall out of love. Perhaps, the two of you will have a chance to start over. But it’s you who needs to make the first move, you, who has to save whatever’s left between the two of you. You, because Chan’s too scared to do it.

“Can you get me out of here?”

Yugyeom smiled. “Of course”.

Chan’s plane was about to take off in six hours. “Maybe I’ll convince him to stay”, you thought, while pressing your bike’s pedals as fast as you could. Yugyeom has always had a way with your parents so he’ll convince them he has to take you back to the city. Your cat will stay with them when you’re gone, and, while kissing her between her big ears, you promised to come back tomorrow afternoon.

“Where’s your car?” Yugyeom asked when the two of you settled in your seats.

“Parking lot”, you mumbled, “mom and dad insisted on picking me and Gaeul”.

Yugyeom chuckled. “They really like your cat”.

You responded with a smile. “Is there a story behind her name?”

“Do you wanna talk to me that bad?”

“I have to drive to the airport for four hours to help the girl that I love get back with her ex, do you really-“

“Jeez, chill!” You raised your hands. “What about that work crush of yours?”

“That’s the whole point”, he crooned, “I help you, you help me”.

“I thought you were doing this out of the kindness of your heart”.

“Oh no, quoting Mr. Martins now? Do you know how far up my ass he got when he came back to Columbia University?” Yugyeom whined. “Literature wasn’t even my major, I only took it because of you”.

“Stop, I get it”, you flipped your hair, “I’m irresistible”.

Yugyeom laughed and you followed his lead. That’s what felt like home, like a safe space. Someplace where you didn’t need to prove the worthiness of yourself. Someplace where you were loved just ‘cause you existed. The purest form of love it was, the feeling you had never felt after him.

“See”, he continued, “we can be friends”.

“We’re not friends”.

Yugyeom raised an eyebrow as a response to your sentence. “I don’t know you yet, and you don’t know me. We need to get to know each other”.

He smiled again and nodded, a sudden rosy colour creeping up his ears. “Guess you’re right”.

“I always am”.

“So then”, Yugyeom didn’t seem to stop talking at all, “tell me the story behind your cat’s name”.

“They’re not much to tell”, you affirmed him, “it’s as easy as it seems. I found her on the street on a cool, rainy evening. It happened in autumn, so that’s the whole idea to her name. Oh, and she was the dirtiest kitten I’ve ever seen”.

Yugyeom hummed. “I thought, as a writer, you had better imagination”.

“Oh my god”, you cursed, “shut up!”

The road to the airport went on without a moment of silence, as you and Yugyeom kept on talking about everything. He told you about his job in New York, his past relationships, new friends and a golden retriever he adopted with his ex-girlfriend.

“So she took the custody of the dog?” You couldn’t believe your ears.

“She was quite adamant about the dog staying with her”, Yugyeom took a turn, as the two of you were twenty minutes away from the airport. “I couldn’t do anything about it”.

“Sometimes I feel like everyone around me is too smart”, you mumbled. A line appeared between his brows as you continued. “Why say ‘adamant’ when you can just say… Something like, ‘She was a bitch’ or whatever?”

Yugyeom chortled at your words. “Don’t act like an idiot. The fact that you gave up writing doesn’t give you the right to play dumb”.

You hesitated to respond. On the one hand, you didn’t play dumb, you just didn’t enjoy overcomplicating your speech. On the other hand, though… Yugyeom could be right. You used not to care about using simple words in your every day conversation when your dream still sounded like a possible reality. To be fair, you hadn’t noticed such small details about yourself before Yugyeom pointed them out.

“Stop lecturing me”. You murmured.

“Don’t think I can”, he continued. “You can lecture me too, y’know”.

“Oh, just give me a reason”.

The last ten minutes were blessed by the long-awaited silence, while you scratched your neck and kept on biting your nails. The relatively fresh manicure was ripped off from some of your nails, making them look like a shit show. You could’ve sworn Yugyeom heard the hopeless thumping of your heart.

“You didn’t have to drive here”, you said quietly when he stopped at the airport’s parking lot. “You didn’t have to do this for me”.

“I think I had to”, he answered and turned his head to face you. “I want you to be happy, that’s all”.

You sighed. Your leg was shaking violently as you watched the entrance and checked the time. “Maybe I should wait inside”. Yugyeom nodded. Before you opened the car door, something prompted you to look at him again. “Thanks for driving me here. I got it now”.

Yugyeom shook his head. “I’m not leaving until this…whole thing is resolved. Don’t even start with me”, he stopped you before you could chime in with your piece of mind, “I’ll wait for you here. Don’t wanna go home anyways”.

“Thank you, Yugyeom”.

Five minutes later you were in the waiting lounge. You took the phone from your pocket — it was almost 2 A.M. — and texted Minho, while your fingers were shaking. “He won’t like me being here”, you thought as the message was sent, “I promised him and Eunjoo I wouldn’t do anything like that”.

Minho didn’t tell you about Chan much: you assured you didn’t need to know his whereabouts. However, you did know that Lee Know would come and say goodbye to his best friend before his departure. “No, he’ll kill me. I swore I wouldn’t, shit, why am I even here? What’s the point? What if Chan doesn’t want to see me? Shit, shit, shit”. You were pacing around the waiting room with the few people were waiting for their respective flights there. Everyone was quiet but you.

A flight to Melbourne was about to take off at 4 o’clock in the morning.

Lee Know wasn’t responding. You pressed the phone to you chest as you leg was shaking uncontrollably again. “He’ll be here, right? Or did he change his mind? What if decided to stay? God, I hope he did”.

As the check-in for the flight was announced, the previously quiet hall got filled with camera clicks and loud voices. Paparazzi. A group of girls almost swooped you off of your feet as they sprinted towards the source of noise. You noticed the posters and pictures, and your heartbeat became so loud you could hear it inside your head. Chan was here.

You could see his bodyguards, Han, who was telling the paparazzi off for invading Chan’s privacy, and… You caught the glimpse of him. His curly hair was fuzzy due to the probable lack of care for it, but his dimples were at a full display. And before you could break through the photographers and a few of his fangirls, you saw somebody else. Someone with a long blonde hair, mesmerizing hazel eyes — as he sang in some of his songs — a tight grey tracksuit and a hand, intertwined with his. Kang Micha. Chan’s ex-girlfriend.

They both exchanged a couple of words with each other before Chan confirmed their relationship to one of the paparazzi. Your poor heart found it too horrifying to handle as it fell to your feet and scattered to even smaller pieces. Now it was impossible to fix. Your worst fear, the one that had been following you since the moment you and Chan started your mistakenship, came true. This play you watched from afar was a legitimate proof that Micha was the only woman on his mind. You were right. You were right. She was the only woman he had ever loved, she was the only woman he thought about while making love to you. It was always her. Her, her and only her.

You fought back the tears with as much effort as you could. Now you didn’t want him to notice you; and as Chan moved to the check-in desk, you ran to the exit, just to cry it out, just to leave before he saw you. You didn’t need to feel even more humiliated than at the moment.

As you got outside, somebody suddenly grabbed your hand. And before you could even shake the stranger’s grip off, you heard, “What the hell are you doing here?”

One look at Minho’s displeased face gave it off — he wasn’t quite happy about it either. “I-I-“, you stuttered. “I don’t really know now. I thought I could… We could… But it doesn’t matter now, right?” You gave him a half-smile, and it took everything from you not to let it turn into a full-blown howling.

Minho shook his head and pulled you in for a quick hug. “I told you not to come”, he whispered when he let you out of his grip. “Wait for me here and I’ll drive you home-“

“No need to”, you stated, “I already have a driver. See you later, Minho”. Before he could utter another word, you moved to Yugyeom’s car; he was already outside, waiting at the passenger’s door. Good he didn’t leave.

A cool autumn morning turned into a freezing one in a spin of a moment. The hope you carefully kept in your heart disappeared, having packed her bags in mere seconds. There was no more hope left in you, no love, nothing. The only thing you wanted was to curl up beside your cat and drown yourself in the flood of tears. And Yugyeom seemed to understand your desire, as he started the car and drove from the parking lot without asking any questions.

Minho watched as the car left his sight, and having taken a deep breath, came back inside the building. Chan had just finished his flight registration and was ready to go to the departures.

“Where you’ve been?” He asked when Lee Know approached him. “We’re ready to go”.

Minho nodded and gave his best friend a tight hug; the first time they would be apart for the longest time finally approached them. Minho truly loved Chan, no matter how dumb he was sometimes. However, the love drama he got himself dragged into left him uneasy — so he couldn’t not fuck with Chan’s conscience (or whatever was left of it) one last time before he left.

“She was here”, he said quietly while Micha was busy talking on the phone. Chan’s eyes widened, and his whole face seemed to lit up at the mere mention of her name.

“Where’s she?” His eyes were scanning the airport in desperate attempts to land on her face.

“Was here”. Minho responded firmly. “She saw you and Micha and left”. Chan let out a deep breath. “Don’t regret… Don’t come to regret whatever this is, Chan. I’m not an expert in love, but”, Lee Know tapped his best friend’s shoulder, “but I think that it’ll come back to both of you if it’s meant to be”.

Chris sniffed and rubbed his slightly red eyes. “Don’t lecture me, I get it”.

“Don’t think you do”. Minho detected. “It’s good if you let each other go, even for a while. ‘Cause I’m honestly tired of all this drama, man”.

Chan plastered a smile of his face. “Say ‘hi’ to Eunjoo from me”.

“I’ll say it to both of them”.

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ruershrimo · 4 months

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like it’s the old love. | part 1 FINALE: section b | "and a happy new year"

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features albedo, the lnhs student groupchat!!

warnings: like in every other chapter the reader is fem!reader, there's a little bit of swearing, lots of cringe again, a bit suggestive at parts? (the gc thinks the two of you had sex)

notes: woohoo, happy new year everyone! aaand also, final chapter of litol part 1!!! here's to having a good one. you are so, so loved-- you've got parents who may love you, friends who may love you-- hey, if you need it, I'm here to love you too! here's to a good 2024! kind of weird that I'm here writing stuff on tumblr because the world didn't end a few years ago, heheh. but I'm happy. I love you all!

summary: here's to having a great year ahead. you'll be fine, you think-- now you know just how loved you are.

You giggle before keeping your phone and he opens the car door again.

“If there’s one discovery I’ve made the last few days,” he says— his hand stays outstretched behind his back as yours curls on top of his and your palm is pressed flush to the back of his fingers— “It’s that your fingers fit perfectly on top of mine.”

You roll your eyes playfully, giddy with delight, “You… you smooth operator, you.”

And you’re two soon-to-be adults, one not so scared of being one anymore, and the other willing to hold their hand every step of the way.

And then you’re two kids who just came back home early in the morning after a night of being away, alone together, holding hands and giggling, in front of one of said kids’ mother.

“...hi, Auntie Alice?”

There’s only shock written all over her now, her face contorted into an expression that even the best of your reaction images online could never hope to rival how much her jaw had gone slack and how quickly she’d reeled back in either abject surprise, horror or disgust.

You look to Albedo’s side and— oh, he’s blushing just as much as you are, he’s bending down to pull his collar up and obscure his face from his mother’s eyes, so maybe you shouldn’t worry as much since you’re not alone in this.

“Good job, kids,” she says, schooling her expression, though you can still see it and hear it in her… confused…? …horrified? Tone?

It’s funny— you just came back, Alice’s expressions right now, despite her usual acceptance of how casually crazy things could get in her life (though she was mostly the catalyst of those events, now that you think about it), are a few that you’d like to remember anytime you need a laugh. You really want to snap a picture of her right now.

But god, was this embarrassing. She’d hinted at rooting for the two of you to get together a few days before, but you don’t think she would have actually expected anything to happen. Well.

And then you look back at Albedo, who’s actually started tittering (it’s almost unfair, it doesn’t even sound annoying or disgusting, it still sounds so light and soft), and you start doing so too.

“S-sorry, Auntie Alice,” you snort, “Don’t worry, I— nothing happened— oh my god, this is so embarrassing,”

“...so, I…uhm. It’s official now?” she asks after what you think could have been three whole minutes of her standing in silence with an exaggerated emoticon on her face.

“Uh— don’t tell my parents yet, though.” Yet. You definitely will, one day. But not yet. When the two of you had first decided on your agreement, you agreed you wouldn’t let Alice or your parents know. But now that Alice does, she seems…fine with it. Maybe your parents would be okay, first, but as your hand reaches Albedo’s to squeeze his, you figure that he’ll probably agree with you. (It’s okay either way. You’ll ask him later.)

“...Roger that.”

—

Christmas goes well. Klee hugs the backpack, — the vibrant red one with the little white Dodoco sewed onto it, and then the two of you as well. With a sheepish smile you hand Albedo a pair of reading glasses you’d gotten behind his back way back in March this year, since you had remembered him mentioning how he had trouble reading things too far from him if he weren’t wearing contacts, and that he often forgot said contact lenses. He thanks you for it with a smile and Alice chuckles while Klee tilts her head in curiosity. The list of Alice’s gifts are as follows: a Dodoco-themed water bottle for Klee, a new set of paintbrushes for Albedo, and for you, a digital camera.

“A camera?” you ask. It’s one of those older cameras, where the pictures taken can be quite blurry and old. In all honesty, you’d never given photography much thought after seeing how effortlessly flawless the pictures your brother could take were despite his knowledge of technology being that of an old man’s, but you smile when you have the gift.

“Now you have something to document your life,” she says, “It’ll help make your life a good one. Live in the moment while being able to look back once you reach the future, you know?”

“Yeah,” you grin contentedly, “Yeah. I’ll live in the moment now. Thank you, Auntie Alice!”

—

When Klee’s gone to sleep, and Alice has settled in her own room with her nightwear on, you and Albedo sit by the foot of the bed in his room.

“Here,” he says, that same charming, soft, calm smile gracing his ever-princely features, “My Christmas present to you.”

You look down at your hands when he passes them to you. It’s a bag of seashells. Just like the one Yunjin’s grandfather had gotten once.

Woah.

In the transparent bag, each seashell is pristine and beautiful— dreamy hues of blue or coral lining the back, embellishing the clear white of them like ribbons wrapped around picture-perfect presents. “...they’re beautiful…” you gasp as your eyes travel across each one, and you would have admired it for longer if not for your next train of thoughts. “But wait, isn’t this illegal?”

He chuckles, “Don’t worry, I checked. In Mondstadt, doing this in some beaches is illegal, but the one we go to has always been relatively clean and safe, and shells can be collected as long as they don’t hit the max quota one person can have from there.”

“I— I don’t know what to say, Albedo, I mean, to be honest, I kind of just said it since I was thinking about it all of a sudden, but I’m… I’m really happy. Thank you, Albedo. I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too, love,” he smiles, “And take this as a promise.”

“A promise for what?”

“You’ll find out one day,” he laughs.

“Hey, don’t play that with me!” And something tells you that although you don’t really want to pry, when he is telling you one day, it’ll be something good this time. Really, really good.

—

You smile at your phone until your cheeks are sore. You hadn’t noticed it before— you just thought you were terribly lonely and cursed to be that way forever. You thought that since you were scared of living you didn’t want to live, and now that you’d had your taste of living and figuring out that you had been loved all along, you know you’ll never want to leave it ever again.

This year really wasn’t a bad one. You are loved. By your friends, by your brother— your parents, too, they’re just too busy sometimes but you know they must have tried at least once while you were growing up to show you that they so obviously did. You’re loved by Keqing, even if it wasn’t in the same way that you from years ago would have wanted. You are loved by Albedo, by Alice, by Klee.

In a few minutes, the year’ll be ending, and you think that the reflections of fireworks in Albedo’s eyes deserve to live forever in a painting.

“Happy New Year,” he says as the fireworks shatter your eardrums, sprouting out into the sky like rockets and bursting out into a magnificent display formed of an array of colours. You step closer to him, resting your hand on his as his hand clutches the railing of the balcony. He’d driven you out to the same department store for tonight, bringing the two of you to the top floor where other couples, families and friends had come to see the fireworks, too.

Before this, you would be feeling lonely. The giggles and shouts and celebrations filling the room would have made you feel as if you were being shoved into a dark, unforgiving box of solitude that you only realised you had the key to a few years after.

But there’s a hand that you can hold now, one that you can touch and feel; you have someone’s hair to comb through with your hands; there’s someone who’ll place the blanket over you when you’re staying the night in his room, and you’re celebrating a new year with him right now.

“Happy New Year to you too,” you smile, “Wait, let me capture this, real quick,” you say, fiddling through your pockets for the digicam. “Smile!”

“Think of giving me a New Year’s kiss?” he asks, a smug grin on his face, though the blush on his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed despite the darkness of the sky and the blinding shimmer of the fireworks.

“Pft,” you grin. You’re sure your cheeks are warm, too. But you peck him on the cheek teasingly. “Maybe this’ll do. Here’s to hoping you have a good year ahead, Albedo.”

“Here’s to hoping you have a good year too, [name],” he says, lifting his hand off the railing. He keeps one in yours, though, and then extends an invitation: “Care to dance on the rooftop together?”

There’s something romantic about it— the two of you had never danced together before, per se. But it’s New Year’s, you’re so happy that your glee could be mistaken as a lack of sobriety, and you’ve a feeling that next year— this terrifying, wonderful gamechanger, this great new stage of your life— will be a great one. So to the music that he starts playing from his phone, the two of you sway to the lyrics. And who knows— maybe this is the start of a new tradition, like the winter beach walks or the late night movie watches, or the hot chocolates every winter.

This year really wasn’t a bad one after all.

end notes: aaaaand this marks two whole years on the blog (this account’s first writing post was on dec 31, 2021). happy new year, guys! love you so much. honestly, the next year’ll be pretty busy for me, but I’ll try my best to keep uploading litol chapters (part 2 trailer coming soon? please lmk if you’d like to be in the taglist for it!)

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#cheers everyone! this really wasn't that bad of a year!#love you all #happy new year!#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #albedo smau #genshin smau #genshin impact #albedo #ruer writes #litol 💿.#fem!reader #fem reader

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tf2fansderogatory · 2 years

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scout day

okay we know hes got rabbit theming with the domination voicelines but in my head i take it one step further

"mon lapin" (my rabbit) is a thing to call your son i think and so whenever i daydream i have one universe where scout just cries every time he hears anything rabbit related because he tried learning french and he found out what it means

in other words: hes a blorbo so i make him suffer

it turns out, to some degree, that Spy's eternal smugness is his downfall, something predicted by everyone ever. at the beginning his coworkers were greeted with usual wariness, caution, dodging questions and obscuring answers with well-placed bribes and cryptic threats and careful strategy; it only took him a few days to lower his guard just a tiny bit, and realize his coworkers were mostly obnoxious lunatics with very few coherent thoughts to any of their names, and once he knew who to be careful around he let his guard drop most of the rest of the way. it turns out, if you say something enough you begin to believe it on some deeper unconscious level, and you are an idiot isn't really an exception. It becomes a mantra. Eventually, he decides his teammates are incapable of even normal English and, therefore, absolutely would not know or be able to learn to speak French, so he lets himself be a little less careful. His constant little French phrases are sort of a compromise between secrecy and some other need he doesn't want to put a name to; in some way, it allows him to say anything he wants right to his disgusting coworker's faces without facing any repercussions whatsoever. To Spy it seems like a flawless solution.

But, well… maybe he lets it spiral a little too far. Scout gets the worst of it, and he knows it--everybody's already figured out he's probably insulting them to their faces and have accepted it as a normal fact of life, but Scout's watched him do it to other people and Spy does not do it to other people like he does it to him. It never fucking stops, for one, a constant train of syllables running in-between actual English sentences--and especially when Spy's scolding him, or complaining about his clothes or his voice or the gap in his teeth or the black eye that could've been very easily avoided if he didn't just go in swinging like a fucking idiot--or, the worst of it, when it's dark in the rec room and Scout's reading comics and Spy's in the other corner reading whatever he reads and everybody else is gone and you could cut the air with a knife, and Spy gets this weird little light in his eyes as he mutters and doesn't really hide the fact that he's watching Scout out of the corner of his eye. Drives him up the fucking wall. So he mail-orders one of those stupid little French-to-English books, starts keepin' a little journal of all the stupid shit he says, and asks Engie to help him out when he realizes he doesn't know how to spell French at all (and when the letters on the page are swimming too hard for him to keep his head straight).

Engie disappears for a few hours and when he gets back it's with a big fucking pile of books all about French, plus another big handful of notepads and recording devices. Scout says he doesn't care about it that much, but he does, and as Engie sees it if this is a way to get Spy to stop going through his goddamn things he'll take whatever path he can go. Over the next few days they collect information, spell the best they can, start organizing and translating bits and pieces of it; what they find is mostly insults, as expected, a few pleas for mercy, though Engie comes across a few lines spoken to him that he has to read back a few times to make sure Spy's actually calling him handsome.

Scout's asleep for most of it, to be completely frank. Letters were never his strong suit, but Engie's perfectly happy to truck along on his own. One night, one of the longer ones where he's mostly just there for moral support, Engie nudges him awake; he looks worried, almost, and Scout rubs his eyes as he shoves a torn-out page of a notebook into his face.

It says, highlighted among dozens of nondescript sentences, in Engie's barely legible chicken-scratch: My rabbit, you make my life so difficult. I wish you took more care of yourself. You don't deserve to live like this.

He sees it smeared all over the rest of the page, in the French Engie's still working through--mon lapin, mon lapin. My rabbit. And Engie gets another grave look, and points to a sentence near the bottom, in a considerably neater font.

He says: "This one's 'my rabbit, you look just like your mother'."

Medic runs a DNA test, for a good portion of both Engie and Scout's paychecks. Scout sees a little rabbit plushie in the window of a stupid little chachki store as they make their rounds around Teufort and Demo, who's a little too tipsy to be driving, is surprised when Scout starts sobbing, curled up on the shitty vomit-dusted leather.

Spy gets a visit, after most of everybody else has gone to bed. The broken nose he has when he shamefully stalks into the kitchen for breakfast and promptly leaves doesn't really surprise anyone, and neither does Scout's sullen silence for most of the morning into the afternoon. Spy stops going through Engie's things. French, formerly ever-present, vanishes from his general speaking patterns. There would be a celebration among the team, were it more appropriate. Everyone mostly just watches Scout stare at the rabbits running around outside, scowling, and feels bad for him.

#answered by bungus #scout #spy #engineer #tf2 #anon #i would be sorry this is super fucking long if i felt remotely any remorse #might be posting this to my ao3 by the way. so look outu for a shameless self-promotion at some point

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yukiokumura · 10 months

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Chapter 2 of "Where a River Comes to Rest" is out!

Here's a short excerpt:

“Sidon really likes you, doesn’t he?”

Link looked over at Tauro who was tapping his pencil on his notebook, staring at the tablet.

“You know, it’s interesting,” he continued. “History is always told through people, whether written down or otherwise. The author always has their bias. We learn about times long past through the word of a person or a few people that had a generally accepted opinion. Writings that go against the flow of what the current society thinks seldom get preserved or written at all. Even this is here just because I’m sure a lot of people agree with Sidon about you. Sure, he wrote it, but he speaks for his people, not just himself.” Tauro smiled, returning to his notes. “I’m looking forward to getting to the Domain after all. We’re seeing history in the making, aren’t we?”

When he put it that way... Link only felt more embarrassed. Even though he knew—or rather because he knew that Tauro's words were completely true. Zora’s Domain had always welcomed Link with open arms. For the most part. But even those who had once rejected his presence after his century-long absence following Mipha's death were happy to see him now.

"Still... It feels weird to have them talk about me like this," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes lingered on the words praising his magnificence, calling him a hero among heroes. It felt so… grandiose.

"I just did what needed to be done. And I wasn't alone."

Tauro paused, considering his next words before he spoke. "I think everyone wants to do what needs to be done," he said after a few moments. He looked at Link, watching his expression. "What that is is probably different for every person and whether or not we have the courage to do it at all is another factor entirely. Maybe lots of people saw what needed to be done, but the people who are remembered are the ones who stood up and actually did it. Whether that's something to be applauded or not isn't really our own individual decision. In the end, history will remember the ones who did what needed to be done."

"At least just for some time right?" Link joked a little, trying to lighten the mood, mostly for his own sake. It really all was a bit much to consider. "My name will probably fade into obscurity, at least on these walls, one day, as the next king steps up."

But as those words left his lips, Link suddenly had a disturbing thought. "Unless..." Link bit his lip. "You don't think... I hope Sidon isn't planning to name one of his kids after me. I don't think they have those types of traditions. Probably. Hopefully."

Tauro laughed. “Well, there’s only one way to find out. And even then, everything fades eventually. I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” He closed his notebook and leaned down to kiss Link’s cheek, which, as Tauro had hoped, caused a smile to reemerge on the blond’s face.

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#link x tauro #lauro #tauro totk #link legend of zelda #link totk

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lightcreators · 9 months

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@hellsurvivr continue from here

THE EX SLYTERIN TURNS, at the sound of a voice. and looks over to see one of her old housemates. the two hadn't been friends. given she'd been a good two years older than him. and slytherins in general weren't known for making friends. but she'd been cordial in her dealings with him. at least building a partnership that pushed their house forward. including on the quidditch pitch. given he was the seeker and her the chaser. both striving for victory in hopes of driving gryffindor off their gilded perch. ( or at least try too! ) and it's that small inkling of familiarity. that has her shifting. making room for him to sit as she nods in approval of his words. beckoning him closer.

eyes drift from his profile. and back out across the vast landscape that is hogwarts. she hadn't been here since the war, and could rememeber the war torn savagery that had hit the one place that had always felt like home to her. but being here now, during the memorial and seeing it look as though nothing had changed. made a weird emotion swirl deep in her gut ❛ you okay?. ❜ she asks instead, anything to distract her from the darkness of her thoughts. lest she get too lost ( and do something highly stupid! )

Hogwarts opened doors once more --- though, from an certain point of view, it had never been closed once … not even where students lived with an threat of something in middle of the night that could kill them if it was watched directly … not when troubles eating the whole place he didn't really been present by saw it been embraced by darkness --- mostly acknowledging inside his short passing that could have been fatal, it had been engulfed in obscurity … where himself experienced it far more frontally inside his own manor --- There was strangeness associated to that year. Besides, memories turned out … difficult to reach. How much did he remember of the previous year, spending to dealing with one problematic presence almost all the time, to feeling trapped inside his own manor, to watch cruetly in face ? Not so much. Some days, he would have wished to had been killed back in the sixth year --- where his gambling with fate and advancements of finalized moves inside an chessboard … didn't really reached the ending he would have desired. Where he really thought he wasn't going to make it, and had been spared for better being tortured inside another year. Some others days, he wanted pretend nothing happened. An option he would take for emotionally experiencing that last year.

It would last step of his illusionnist game. Pretending complete opposite of the reality in front of everyone else, meanwhile searching to fix past mistakes and managing to bring happiness where he could, for anchoring that last year as something who always had been an reflection of the past --- It would partially rewritten his own memories, altering reality coming of it, while turning secrete thoughts about events of the past. Guilt would eventually betraying his expression sooner as he could anticipating about it. Even remembrance of such memorial was an recollection of an personal failure --- another ending could have been written. Another ending could have been done, regardless if the victim picked that game. Another ending could have happened if someone else didn't take responsability for him. No matter how many silent pleading could be done, reality will not change. Actually, even his own sacrifice, unless brought a cruel fatality to that world, would have changed nothing. It wasn't even like he sensed physically his survival at the moment … It seemed another ephemeral illusion.

They didn't really communicating lot with each other, though, it was supposed the year where everything could change. It was another page of an book who was supposed to be prepared, and truthfully, now Potter get the fame he never wanted in the first place, it was his occassion to finish the job in the backstage … if he managed to emotionally move on. Pretending his Hogwarts years always had been like this Pretending nothing happened. Pretending never the thought had crossed his mind to sacrifice his life for a happy ending by turning inside another tragedy. Without waiting, he sat towards the offered place, offering an small smile. Brightness cannot be faked, emptiness of that expression expressed his feelings. ❝ It depends on the definition of alright. ❞ He mused with hint of playfulness. He wasn't. Never had been since a couple of years. Wasn't even sure to be alright again. ❝ Being alive is already a good thing for the future torment of loneliness that awaits me. ❞ He self-mocked. ❝ And you ? It must be weird to finally have normality after all this chaos, but unfortunately you can't touch it. At least, regarding Hogwarts. I imagine life after will be simpler with your future job. ❞

#hellsurvivr #ic :: draco malfoy #hogwarts eighth year tag #harry potter /#long post /#that muse love bring Pain at every reply

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reel-fear · 1 year

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Paskal? 🦴

Paskal! A fave of my designs and my characters! Paskal's design was inspired by Weirdcore very heavily, his palette was generated by coolors and he was also very heavily inspired by Flowey! Particularly a lot of different full on monster designs for Flowey out there. In personality he was based on mostly me and particularly a lot of my stranger intrusive thoughts. A lot of his story relates back to my experiences just with some added alien sci fi flair.

Paskal was born on a planet divided into two sections, one in clouds that obscure the figures of the ones who live up there from those below and those who live on the surface. The Higher Ones have two separate pairs of arms with four eyes, with powers to manipulate the minds and processors of any and all robots using their antenna, this power is rarely used however, as they dedicate themselves to order. They consider themselves, above those on the surface, who do not share their powers and merely have two eyes and two arms. Paskal was built with the intent of becoming a Higher One, but as you can see did not meet the criteria, the Higher ones declared he was far too ordinary to be allowed to stay, but decided to keep him around in the hopes he would grow up to become more like them.

And as Paskal grew older, he quickly found multiple he was not ordinary, he would have weird thoughts and vocalize them. He would talk loudly and a lot, speaking of gross and slimy things with affection. But he was not being different in the ways the Higher Ones had wanted him to be. He was not ordinary, but not in the way they had planned, so he was tossed from his home, crashing amongst the others on the surface of their planet, only to discover they looked nothing like him as well. However they were far more accepting of Paskal, at least at first, they all simply assumed his powers would work to their benefit, but truly Paskals powers were muddled and not even he entirely understood them. He could only influence and suggest thoughts to those he used his signals to connect to, not control them. His arms being connected at the elbow also limited their use.

So once again he was cast out, not being different in a way they found satisfactory, he simple lived on the rooftops of the trees in between the ground and sky. Then Solios showed up.

Paskal never said it, but he would've done anything to have them take him with, they were the most extraordinary bots he'd ever seen, each one more unique than the last, even if they were tiny. And with that pleading, Paskal left his home planet, but on the way to his new one, he took one last look to all the others and a horrible thought gripped around his heart.

Every bot on that planet was ordinary, every higher one felt above talking to small bots who had shown up and the surface dwellers shunned and feared the outsiders. Among Higher Ones they were all identical, in mind and body and the same was true for those below them. Were they always like that? Had something forced them to all become the same? He chooses to not think too much about it, all he knows is no matter how hard it is sometimes to focus or live with his unique processor, he wouldn't ever want to try and suppress it...

If he started doing that, what would stop him from one day waking up to find he is not himself anymore, but now just like everyone else?

It's that fear that drives Paskal...

#ramblez #;]

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emiliasilverova · 2 years

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Putting the “Silver” in “Silverova”

(Or: a long post about my main Bondverse OC)

I was rewatching bits of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo last night—the version with Daniel Craig, that is. Mostly it was to confront the “trauma” (with big quotes; I should probably say “utter discomfort” instead) that this movie induced on me all those years ago. What I didn’t expect was to find out that, in fact, said movie influenced my writing, my themes, my characters a lot more than I thought. Subconsciously, though.

…

Alright. I need to talk about Silver.

Name: Kaiko Morikawa

Date of birth: January 3rd, 1988 [28 years old in-verse]

Place of birth: Kyoto, Japan

Nationality: Japanese and French

Localities frequented: Formerly based in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Recently spotted in: Miami, Florida; Tangier, Morocco; Baku, Azerbaijan.

Occupation: freelance mercenary; assassin for the Janus Syndicate (formerly)

Physical description: Height 5 ft. 9 in (175 cm). Slim and toned, gender-neutral appearance. Complexion, light. Eyes, hazel. Hair black in a ponytail. Thin, oval face. Eurasian features. Right-handed.

Distinguishing marks: a silver-hued prosthetic left eye; a trepanation scar on her scalp, masked by her ponytail; marks of a removed tattoo on her left wrist.

Orientation: demisexual; demi- or aromantic

Extracts from MI6 file: Unclear relationship with the head of the Janus Syndicate. Intel gathered from Russian informants suggests that she climbed up all levels of the Syndicate’s hierarchy in the span of a few years, from errand girl all the way to one of Janus’ personal enforcers. However, according to 007's report, it appears that she broke away from her employer and is actively conspiring to eliminate him. The event triggering her defection, if she did defect, is unknown.

On a similar note, the way she came to Saint Petersburg from Kyoto also remains largely unexplained. According to Japanese records, the Morikawa family was brutally murdered by a local yakuza gang in 2005. The daughter—Kaiko Morikawa—has been missing ever since.

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Mistrustful nature, prone to sarcasm to mask insecurity and anxiety. Has been observed to lash out in violence under stressful conditions, likely driven by an history of trauma. Rather quiet, introverted personality otherwise.

Uses switchblade knives as a weapon of choice, but has been trained to operate all kinds of Soviet/Russian weaponry (as can be expected from a Janus Syndicate operative).

***

So this is Silver. I call her that, by the way, because when I created her 15 years ago she was “SilverEye”—a female twist on GoldenEye, not the movie or satellite, but the main character of the obscure videogame GoldenEye Rogue Agent. I’ll try to steer away from that character and game here, otherwise I would digress in yet another rant. All you need to know is, they explain why she literally has a silver eye.

Silver is an extremely important character for me. Just as important as Alec/Janus, and that means a lot—those who know me (or who've just seen my Tumblr posts so far) surely can tell. But there’s the problem: Silver is an OC. That means I can’t quite talk about her as freely as about a canon character such as Alec. Because people either are not interested in, or outright frown at, OCs. Because that means having to explain her whole story, as it definitely isn’t included in the canon everyone knows. Oh, I tried to do that. 9 years of work, 90K+ words total, a monster of a longfic that I can’t write anymore because of all the retcons I would need to steer it in a satisfactory direction. This, people, is Missing Connection. The zone between fanfic and original fiction is a very weird one, I can tell you that much.

Yet, despite my writing hardships, I don’t want to stop talking about Silver. Her type of character is one I don’t feel I’ve seen often, especially in this fandom. Sure, Lisbeth Salander’s awful experiences influenced hers more than I ever expected (can't say too much about that btw, I'm trying to avoid spoilers on Missing Connection), as I found out last night. She draws from female characters like O-Ren Ishii, Beatrix Kiddo, the Major Kusanagi, Private Vasquez or Ellen Ripley, but also from male ones like Sonny Crockett, Dalton!Bond or Alec himself. Hell, when I read the Bond novels, sometimes she and book!Bond have the exact same kind of reactions or internal monologue.

But perhaps the most unusual thing about her is her gender identity/sexual orientation. She’s a cis woman, but she doesn’t give a damn about traditional femininity. It just doesn’t appeal to her, hence her gender-neutral presentation. She’s attracted to very few people not because of all the crap she went through in her life, but because that’s the way she rolls. She doesn’t fall in love, she thrives in (very trusted) friends with benefits relationships. And I’m not going to lie—I feel represented by her in that regard.

That being said, I could be wrong on her being uncommon. At the end of the day, I’m an isolated person who’s barely scratched topics like sexual orientation or gender identity. I also haven’t even read that many Bond fics. But still, no matter what, I want to keep Silver alive in one way or another. I want to keep exploring her identity, her 1980s aesthetics, her twisted relationship with Alec, her grey morality, her outsider’s point of view on the Bond universe, her struggle to keep her sanity among a bunch of insane canon characters… and so many other things. But what I also want is not to be doing that just for me. The lack of interaction has plagued me ever since I started writing, and I’m sick of it.

Lately, in the remix I penned of an MI6-centric fic, she appeared as 0011. That’s an alternate version of her of course, because there’s no way the actual Silver could be hired as a 00 agent. I’m not sure this is what I want to do with her in the long term, but at least that could be a good way to make her known by more people. As is this post. So, to you who have come so far into this: do you want to hear more about Silver in the future? If so, in what way/form? I’m genuinely curious to see your answers.

#007 Fest #007 Fest 2022 #Team00 #james bond #007 #bond villains #OC presentation #drawing #ace spectrum #just me agonizing over my OC's legitimacy #headcanon?#ramblings

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cyberkevvideo · 1 year

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Hello you talented and wonderful blogger! I'm rolling through Way of the Wicked with friends, and as DM I've run in to a bit of an issue. It's mostly because we have all played PF1e for so long and the game resources and combos are bananas now. But anyway, we have reached book 3. They recruited the medusa. She's broken. She turned 2 dozen horses and knights to stone in seconds. She was Dim-Door'd to the archers and stoned all 30 in 3 rounds. She's unstoppable. Help?

Are you using mine or are you using the one from the book? If it's mine, definitely sorry if I broke your game with my build that I changed for my group.

If it's the one from the book, then there are a few different ways to beat her.

It feels weird that so many were stoned in so few seconds. Remember that you can have the NPCs avert their gaze for a 50/50 chance of avoiding the save, or they can close their eyes altogether. Also, given the range is only 30 feet, how fast is she moving to get that many NPCs in the effect? Be mindful of range.

Izevel the Accursed has a DC 18 gaze attack. That's not nothing. However, you can add Blind-Fight to all the guards.

The clay golems are commanded to attack the medusa. They are immune to her gaze.

There are NPCs with rogue levels and took the dark lurker archetype (at least up to level 2).

Add a new NPC. Someone that's essentially Daredevil (or Fujitora from One Piece). Have it be an older guard who was sent to this outpost because he's an old friend of king and this area was supposed to be a peaceful retirement. Race of your choice, but give the NPC the Blind Zeal trait (Gary's added enough NPCs with traits already). Take either the Unarmed Fighter fighter archetype or the Master of Many Styles monk archetype. Take the Blinded Blade Style feat tree and Pummeling Style feat tree.

Change Captain Fidelis to a fighter and give him the Blind-Fight feat tree. Or, he could have the blind man's fold from Ultimate Equipment.

There's a new recruit. That NPC is a mesmerist with the Gaze Reflection feat.

The shield archons immediately attack. A fiendish medusa is on the battlefield petrifying everyone? They're immediately going after her. They will buff themselves and then pounce. They're completely immune to her gaze attack.

Give Captain Fidelis a vice-captain with a shield that has the assiduous property, making that NPC immune to gaze attacks. Or, same idea, but give Captain Fidelis, who has a greatsword, a +1 animated wood heavy shield with that property. It circles around him for a shield bonus, but can still use the greatsword without issue.

Give Sir Giles of Tell a veil of fleeting glances.

Give NPCs the Equipment Trick feat and take "mirror" or "shield". They can use it for reflecting gaze attacks as an immediate action (requires Combat Reflexes) or improved their defenses against the gaze (Perception 5 ranks). A few people do have the Combat Reflexes feat already, but it's mainly the monks who can't use shields. However, lots of people have Perception ranks so that should work. The "heavy blade scabbard" trick also technically works, as your opponent is "invisible" if your eyes are closed, so if the character has Blind-Fight then this also works.

Add the mirrored property to someone's armor or shield. Sir Dallidan the Bold, with his brightly crimson tabard and personal crest feels like the kind of person who'd have that.

Give someone or a lot of someone's, the Weapon Trick feat and go shielded view.

Someone has the glarecutter goggles.

There are dozens of creatures with gaze attacks, and one of them could come and attack the place at any time. The complex has a massive supply of smoked goggles (from Advanced Player's Guide; costs only 10 gp) and practically everyone has a set just in case. The -4 penalty to Perception isn't great, but that +8 to saves vs. visual is amazing.

The named NPCs each have an eversmoking bottle that's used as a signal to others that there are enemy attacks. That can be used to obscure the gaze.

Add more levels to the dwarves and give them Improved Stonecunning and Stone Sense (both in APG). This will give them tremorsense 10 feet. Not great against ranged attacks, but they're all melee anyway.

One of the treasures that Brother Nicodemus has access to in the Serene Order is the amulet of proof against petrification.

The dwarven priestess has two scrolls of Summon Monster IV and calls for hound archons. Possibly even to aid the shield archons. They'll only stick around for 7 rounds, but it's something.

Adding to what I said in point 14, there are many creatures with gaze attacks, and some even petrify. A few even bite and cause petrification, and they’re a low CR that any mook could fun into. As such, there’s probably a small supply of stone salve laying about. Those who are able to sneak around can take the salve and use it on those who have been petrified.

3.5e had a magic crystal in Magic Item Compendium (crystal of bent sight) that cost 500 gp. When attached to shields, it allowed the wielder to avoid gaze attacks without having to worry about the miss chance. A lesser mundane version could attached to helmets that give a static +2 or even +5. This way not everyone has to wear a shield. This could stack potentially with the smoked goggles.

There could be those with one time use items (wondrous or scrolls) that cast fog cloud or obscuring mist. That would also stop gaze attacks. Could even be lesser versions that only affect a 5-foot area.

Beyond that, two more magic items that can help against gaze attacks are the medusa mask and the kohl of uncanny discernment. Not sure how you'd fit those in, but the medusa mask could be a vigilante style mask for a ranger, slayer, or inquisitor who has been looking for Izevel.

Hopefully these will give you enough ammo to take that medusa down, or at least stall her so that others can come in and attack from range, as well as challenge the PCs and the rest of their minions.

EDIT: Added a few more.

#way of the wicked #wotw #pathfinder #pathfinder 1e #pathfinder rpg #d20 #adventures #adventure path #villains #evil campaign #the bad buys win #book 3 #fire mountain games #gary mcbride #D&D #dnd #dungeons & dragons #ttrpg #dungeons and dragons

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philosophiums · 2 years

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👀👀 ok pls indulge me and tell me all about your ocs starting with moren than youuuu love youuu

HI THIS IS SO OLD IM SO SORRY I AM BAD AT SEEING/ANSWERING ASKS

also god i have.... so many ocs i will handpick a few for you

okay so there's two dnd ocs that i can tell you about

Moren (pronounced morn), a human who was born from a ritual that her parents participated in trying to bring this really obscure local god (who has a nice facade but is evil) back into a pocket of real power. Her parents were struggling to have a kid and this god "blessed" them, proved through the child's appearance being very similar to the facade of this god. Through the rise of the god's power and its desire to fuck with its worshippers, Moren's parents started to resent her, thinking of her as a curse instead of a blessing (also the recognition of the self through the other i.e. her parents seeing this innocent child and realizing that they themselves are guilty in many ways). So they tried to kill Moren and didn't have the respect for their child to bury her, which is ultimately what saved her. She was dumped in the woods and found just hours later by the luck of a half orc just taking a stroll. This half orc decided to raise her himself, teaching her how to be a blacksmith and how to be a decent human being. Of course, she's also heavily cursed and has to figure that out eventually, but.... y'know. She's hot-tempered and doesn't speak a lot (she often pretends to be deaf or uneducated so that she can avoid having conversations she's not interested in). She's a rune knight fighter.

also Lavinia (my pfp), who is a half air genasi who got possessed by a (demon? old god? manifestation of human fears and pain and resentment?) and killed her father and two younger siblings. Her mother came home because Lavinia's younger brother tried to call for her on a sending stone before she killed him, and she was able to bind Lavinia and use her status to get Lavinia transferred to a penitentiary. She was mostly okay there while they were trying to get this thing out of her, but she did end up becoming fully possessed again and killing a bunch of people before a paladin (who had become protective of her after the clerics and staff treated her weird post finding out that she's actually a tiefling) managed to banish the thing from her, but not before several other paladins stabbed their swords through her chest and killed her. She was revived by a goddess of stars and stories and chaos, plucked from the lifestream and put back into her body because the goddess knew that Lavinia's life would turn into a great story some day. She's very big-sisterly and often the voice of reason, preferring not to do dumb things because she wants to keep everyone safe (she's usually overruled and has to keep her friends alive). She's a twilight cleric.

also some ocs for you after the conversations that we've been having!

there's Chuya (the mc we were talking about), who you know quite a bit about backstory-wise, but I will describe him for you. He's about 5'3" with black eyes that are often narrowed as he observes the world around him, like he's passing judgement or looking for something that's never quite there. Before he forged his chain, his hair was black, but afterwards (due to the physical and mental strain) it turned white. It goes a little past his shoulders and he usually has it up in a half ponytail to keep it out of his eyes but still keep his neck covered. If he's running around the city, he's wearing a black face mask to cover his nose and mouth (both because his lungs are weak and the smog is heavy, and because he's trying to remain as anonymous as possible). He's got kind of a bitchy personality, especially when people ask him for things or to do things for them (though he often does them anyway, just complains the whole time). He's impulsive and a little reckless, but also lazy about things he doesn't have immediate interest in. He is also very Gender™ and is as comfortable wearing a dress as he is a suit and tie. Incredibly loyal! Very family-oriented! A bit self-sacrificial! Will push himself to his death for what most people think are not good reasons!

and then there's Umbrius (aka Riu, Chuya's partner), the demon dragged out of hell and chained to a fragile man with a will to fight and a bloodlust that knocks Umbrius back on his heels. Umbrius is tall and strong and knows it. He's confident in his power and lazy to do anything that might make him stronger, lest he alienate himself from his peers even further. He's feared/respected even by demons of the same rank, and has become incredibly lonely (though he won't admit it) in the face of no one willing to do more than show him the utmost respect. Who would have thought that a frail little human with paper-thin patience would catch his attention and hold it long enough that he might develop feelings... His hair is short (a bit fluffy on top) and black, and his eyes are a very odd shade of shifty gold, sometimes without pupils. He can control shadows in two ways: 1) he can steal them from people around him and gather them into physical objects that he can stab/slice with, and 2) he can teleport short distances through shadows, though he has to have clearly seen the shadow he teleports to, including its specific shape, which means that there's often a time limit on the teleport as well. Not loyal at all and would leave someone to die to save his own skin (except Chuya bc he's the first bit of fun Umbrius has had in millennia)! Incredibly territorial about what he considers "his!" Very smart and kind of a dick!

special shoutouts to Kara, who is a caffeine-addicted lesbian with ADHD and major daddy issues, and Hina, who is a mute banshee with no social skills and an affinity for stabbing people to keep her gruff and reluctant New Dad safe

#pls take my children

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studies-of-the-soul · 2 years

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Sumire for the character bingo!

Send me a character and I’ll give you some of my thoughts on them! { accepting }

🎀 Sumire Yoshizawa 🎀

{ beware: sunny rambles about a persona character. proceed with caution }

🎀 they got too much screentime { pretending to be Kasumi } didn’t get enough screentime { as Sumire } 🎀 Like, I get that Atlus didn’t want to mess much with the base game and save majority of the content for the third semester, but come on! Only one place to have Sumire as a party member and roughly 1.5 months to complete her confidant?! She feels really incomplete by the end of the game, and there’s not much distinction between her phantom thief persona and her ’Kasumi’ act. I feel like she didn’t get enough time to properly deal with her issues, with only Akira and Akechi knowing the real Sumire by the end.

🎀 wasted potential, why do they look like that 🎀 I hate to say it, but Sumire looks generic compared to the other phantom thieves. Am I salty that she wasn’t a FeMC? Yeah, mostly because her PT costume looks like a sexy version of Joker’s. Like, can’t it at least be a different color than black?! Her persona even shares a lot of design elements with Arsene.

One primary color on top of black skin, glowing eyes and mouth

Very similar silhouette, same body type with floating thing behind them { cape vs. wings }

That weird hip/thigh thing going on that’s somewhat obscured on Cendrillon.

If this is meant to be a purposeful way to connect her to Akira, it’s not executed well. She’s kind of an odd amalgamation of the main characters in terms of her struggles and personality, like helping her is a test to everything you’ve been through so far. But her story is like bits of everyone else’s crammed into one waifu.

Makoto: Honor student with impossible expectations placed on her shoulders

Futaba: Same trauma? Same trauma. 🤝 Lost a family member and fell into a deep depression. Struggled with PTSD, survivor’s guilt, anxiety and suicidal ideation. Both also got the dorky redhead with glasses thing going on.

There’s more I could say, maybe at a later date.

TL:DR) The ideas behind Sumire’s character are decent and fit in with the themes of Persona 5, but her execution is lacking. Jack of all waifus, master of none.

#author’s notes { mun sunny }#beauty is devotion { sumire musings }#{ dash games }

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distinguishedgentlemanswritings · 1 year

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Part Six

Series Masterlist

It’s been a while! Apologies, I say as if there’s anyone reading this. Anyway, here we go

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Late the next day, Emily had had a far more successful time with Ana. She had slept all the way through the night, and now she was sat in the kitchen whilst Emily made dinner.

Just before she was about to plate up, Ezekiel came down the stairs. He went to walk into the kitchen but upon seeing Ana, he stopped.

"Come eat," Ana said, glancing back at him. His shoulders relaxed slightly and he headed over to the table, taking a seat.

Hunter padded in next, he looked just as rough as Ana had the day earlier. He sat down across from Ezekiel, pushing his hair out of his face as he did.

"Christ, Hunter," Emily gasped as she turned to see him, clearly shocked at the state of him. He glanced over at her, not moving his head to do so.

"I look that bad?" He huffed, dragging his hands through his hair again in an attempt to calm it. "One of my kids gets dragged out of the house by military police and I'm suppose to be able to sleep?"

"Aw, you see us as your kids?" Ezekiel mused, a questionable attempt to lighten the mood. Hunter turned his gaze to Ezekiel, thinking for a moment.

"Hm. Sure" He muttered, leaning back as Emily began laying plates full of food on the table. Ezekiel wanted to know what he meant.

"That wasn't very convincing."

"You're the weird kid that started dating my daughter." Hunter began. "But don't worry, I've grown to tolerate you." A smile curled one corner of his lip up.

All four let out quiet laughs, the first time such a sound had been heard in the house in the longest time.

"Thanks, dad," Ezekiel grinned and Hunter winked at him.

They all quietened down as they began to eat. The plates mostly empty when Ezekiel suddenly raised his head.

"Hang on a minute. How do you see the girls more as your kids when you took me and Willow in first?"

Everyone laughed quietly again, and all eyes fell onto Hunter.

"Well you were always a weird kid. At first I was pretty sure you were only dragging Will along so you'd have something to eat if you got really desperate." Ezekiel gasped in exaggerated horror.

"You thought I was planning on eating the best potion maker I'd ever met? Even at that age they were fucking incredible." He praised.

"Even so, Will has always been a gentleman." Hunter said, causing Ana to smile fondly as she looked back down at her food. Ezekiel tilted his head side to side a few times before sighing.

"Suppose I can't argue with that." He said, then finishing off the last few forkfuls from his plate.

The next few hours were pleasant, quiet conversation buzzed around the table, laughter was shared again. But it wouldn't last long.

There was a knock at the door, which Hunter stood up to answer, Ana also got to her feet. An older woman was stood at the door, wringing her hands in her apron.

"Is everything okay?" Hunter asked, eyes narrowing in concern.

"Come with me, quickly, quickly," she said, going away from the door and back into the street. Ana darted out of the door in front of Hunter and hurried after the woman. The others weren't far behind.

She lead them to a street that was parallel with their own, and towards what was assumed to be her house. There was a heap near the door, but as they came close it looked as if it could be a person. Ana broke into a sprint for the last fifty metres, going ahead of the woman, but stopping a small distance away as what she could see really sunk in.

Will was slumped down, laid on their side, curled up, shivering, trembling. Their face was obscured by the hood of their jumper, they were in the clothes they had left in. Slowly, Ana went closer and knelt down, she reached over cautiously and laid a hand on their shoulder. Will started violently at the touch, whimpers escaping them. Her heart plummeted into the ground, and she slowly pulled her hand away.

She turned to look back at the woman, everyone was surrounding them now.

"Thank you," she said, her voice trembling. She stood up, looking to Hunter.

"We need to get them home," she stated. He walked forward, knelt where Ana had been. As gently as he could, he pulled Will up off of the ground, inwardly cringing as he had to ignore their weak struggles.

Ezekiel was quietly talking with the woman, Emily with them, trying to put together what had happened. Emily looked over to Ana and Hunter.

"Take them home," she said, the pair nodded and hurried off.

Ana ran ahead slightly again, getting a large pot of water on the stove, pulling rags from the cupboard under the sink. She gathered bandages, needle and thread. Not knowing what exactly would be needed, but wanting anything necessary to be quickly available.

Hunter wasn't too far behind her, he paused in the kitchen, glancing at the stairs before saying, "you two are going to take my room." Continuing through the house and pushing his way into his own room. He knelt down beside his bed, just a mattress on the floor, keeping Will close to his chest with one arm, he pulled the sheets off. Ana came in with stacks of clean blankets, laying two down flat, which Hunter carefully laid Will on top of.

The pair switched places, Hunter going back to the kitchen to continue Ana's work, and Ana knelt beside Will.

She felt scared to touch them, but she needed to know what was going on. So as delicately as she could, she began pulling their hoodie from their body. It was blotched with blood, implying the garment underneath would be in a worse state. The second hoodie was damp from both blood and sweat. Ana peeled it off of them, wincing herself when they whimpered.

Their front was badly bruised, especially around their abdomen but there weren't any open wounds. So she carefully moved them to lay on their front. They gasped sharply as she did so, and Ana watched them closely for a moment. She then attempted to move them again with the same reaction, causing her to conclude they likely had a few broken ribs on their right side.

When she managed to get them onto their front, the extent of the damage was so much worse than she could've thought. Hunter walked in as Ana was just sat staring, stunned. He stopped momentarily, taking a breath before placing the pan of water beside Ana along with the rags.

"Start cleaning them, I'll get the needle and thread." He said, stern but soft, she looked up and nodded. Immediately getting to work, grabbing a rag and dunking it in the water, wringing it out before shuffling closer to Will.

She started with the gash that started where their neck met their shoulder, and traveled down to near their armpit. Whipping lashes. Ana made a mental note that there had been no tears in their jumper. What had those fuckers put them through?

Hunter returned with a bowl, to put dirty rags, and the needle and thread. He sat beside Ana with his back to the wall, gently laying a hand on Will's head. "Don't shout at me," he muttered quietly as he pressed slightly on a dark bruise on their jaw. They took in a sharp breath and whined softly, tears escaping their shut eyes. "I'm sorry," he said softly, moving his hand back over their hair. He looked to Ana and said, "it's not broken."

She nodded, sniffling slightly herself and blinking away tears as she said, "I think they have broken ribs."

"Okay, well they won't be doing much moving anytime soon so I can check those later. Have you noticed anything else?" He asked, watching her shaky hands as they worked, knowing she wouldn't allow him to take over. She unintentionally let out a sob at their question, taking a few breaths to steady herself.

"Whipping lashes, right?" She began, and Hunter nodded. "Their jumpers are still in one piece, they're freezing." Her breathing became panicked again, so she stopped talking. He nodded again, coming to the same conclusion she had.

"This is going to be a hard journey," he told her gently. "Not just hard for them."

"I know. I know it will." She said, moving onto the next injury. Hunter shifted towards them, leaning in closer, resting on his elbows as he used the needle and thread to pull the broken skin back together.

A weak sob sounded from Will, groans as well as the thread was pulled through their flesh. "Ez needs to hurry up," Hunter muttered, Ana couldn't agree more.

As if he'd heard them, Ezekiel arrived back at the house, along with Emily. They quickly found them in Hunter's room. Ezekiel leant down between Ana and Hunter, cupping Will's face softly. A raging anger flooded over them and he stepped back, taking a few deep breaths. "What do you need?"

"They need rest," Ana whimpered, biting back tears, refusing to allow them to take over. Ezekiel flew up the stairs, two at a time, and into his room. Taking a short moment, stood in front of his bookshelf, to decide the best method. He nodded silently to himself when he decided, and turned around, retrieving a book that was stowed away under the bed.

After flicking through it to the right page, he read quickly before returning it to it's spot, grabbing his staff from beside the bookshelf and going back down the stairs.

Emily looked up when he appeared at the top of the stairs. She narrowed her eyes at him, seeming to be disapproving of his choice but he took no notice. Slipping passed her into the room, he positioned himself across from Hunter, Will between them.

"Stop for a minute," Ezekiel instructed. The pair hesitantly pulled away, watching closely and Emily moved into the room to do the same.

Ezekiel took what felt like an eternity placing the staff in such a precise position. The top was placed against the base of their skull, with the tip resting in the small of their back. He placed his palm flat against the top of the staff, his other hand held the tip in place. A frozen silence fell over the room, no one risked moving. Luckily Hunter and Ana weren't paying attention, but Emily watching as the rings of runes tattooed on Ezekiel's back glowed faintly under his thin shirt. Slowly they watched as Will's body slowly relaxed, the tension leaving their muscles. Their face eventually softened as well, and Ezekiel pulled the staff away.

"They'll be out until morning," he told them, his voice was different be no one could quite distinguish why. Ana barely gave it a second thought and got back to work, Hunter followed suit.

Ezekiel stood up, using the staff to pull himself up and moved out of the room. Emily followed him into the kitchen.

"You used that book didn't you," she spat, her voice hushed. Ezekiel looked over at her, rolling his eyes and turning away.

"It was the best option. The longest rest, without relying on a potion or the need for perfect pronunciation." He replied just as quietly. She just huffed in response, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well you should go rest too," she said, her voice softening slightly and he obeyed. She watched him retreat back up the stairs before putting the full kettle on the stove, intending to care for Hunter and Ana as they cared for Will.

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And there we have it, I have a couple more parts written and ready to go but I’ll probably space them out a bit to try and avoid the massive gaps in posting.

til next time x

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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part seventeen)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do, too)

Ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, honeymoon ;) long chapter)

A/n: taglist at the bottom as always,, last chapter y'all, are you ready? :) Smut with feelings/plot below ⬇️ irl you should wear condoms and use lube, and anal is not nearly so simple, but im lazy and this is fantasy; start and end of smut scenes indicated by a ♡ sign if you wanna skip

While Jimin's words had electrified you, Jin quickly shot it down, saying that everyone needed to rest from the long day of traveling and preparations that were made, far too drained from traveling that day to engage in anything that required more energy than it took to kick off his shoes and cuddle the heck out of his loves.

And you had to agree. Since the wedding-- hell, since the engagement party, your life has been a whirlwind and taking time for yourself hasn't been a priority, always focused on looking perfect in public to keep from tarnishing Namjoon's reputation, which was now linked to yours. This is where the fancy, classy outfits Jimin and Taehyung had been buying you have come in handy, your put together looks along with your frequent appearances on their Instagram pages have made you some what of a celebrity, boosting your followers count and causing more organizations reaching out to work with you. You had even received news from your old school offering you a full ride scholarship to study with them again, not that you'd even need it at this point, being offered jobs within the fashion field despite your lack of certification.

It was scary, all this attention on you so suddenly and you hoped that you would eventually fade into obscurity again after a while once people got used to the new couple in the celebrity world.

So, basically, when you laid your head on that pillow surrounded for the first time by all the men you had come to love, you knocked out cold. You want to say that it was a magical experience. That finally sharing a bed with all of them (and not just the maknaes looking for extra cuddles) like you had watched them do with each other was fulfilling. And in a way it kinda was, the slow breathing rhythms of everyone of them around you, squished onto a mattress in ways that would definitely have people waking up with a numb arm or two, made you feel whole in weird way, like you had been living life one, boring way, and suddenly realized that there was a much simpler way.

But mostly it was just hot and sticky, and not in the good way, the covers being completely tossed aside at some point and none of you caring. Jungkook had managed to lay on top of you, head laying on your chest in a way you weren't sure wasn't purposeful, and Hoseok had pulled you half on top of him, your pillow the lean muscle of his bare chest. Because yes, these boys sleep practically naked.

You woke up feeling sweaty, not that any of the boys seemed to care. Half of them were awake before you, the morning light peeking through the blinds probably causing it, and the other half were still lazing about in bed, skin still touching yours even with more space to stretch out.

"Jungkook," Jin rasped in a voice that told you he was still half asleep while batting Jungkook's unmoving body with a pillow. "Stop pretending to sleep and go take a shower."

You looked down at the boy still pressed into your chest, seeing him try to fight off a smile with his eyes still closed. "You brat," Yoongi pinched him, making him yelp. "Don't be a perv."

"Like you have room to talk." Jungkook scoffed, giving up the act and rolling off you. "You talk in your sleep." The boy muttered indignantly, slumping to the bathroom.

Yoongi went bright red, trying to subtly look at you to gauge your reaction. Namjoon chuckled, rich and deep, bed shaking with the movement. He was sat up next to you, pillow behind his back as he read a novel, because of course he brought a book on a honeymoon, and turned to you, amusement all over his face. "It's okay. Our honey's a deep sleeper." He said, hand cupping your jaw and stroking your cheek with his thumb tenderly.

"Our honey." Jin sighed, content, leaning over to peck you on the cheek. "That sounds so perfect."

You covered your face with a pillow shyly, not able to handle the caring gazes trained on you, making Namjoon laugh again. Jimin and Taehyung came out of the bathroom holding hands, a flush to their skin that suggested it wasn't just due to the shower water being too hot. "What're we laughing about?"

You had known that the boys were intimate with each other, that much was obvious, at first you never saw much of it, nothing more than obscene sounds bleeding through shared walls or blushes and heated looks being shared that made you feel like you should look away. Over time they had become more open with showing affection to each other in front of you, mostly chaste kisses and touches. Suddenly, you realized that you were about to be thrown into the middle of their love life, be able to see the intimacy for yourself. That they would be more open about affairs that were previously private. That they wanted you to see them and be with them now.

Wow.

"Yoongi's shy because Jungkook called him out on saying angel's name in his sleep."

Yoongi grabbed a pillow, hitting Hoseok with it repeatedly as the other man laughed, unrepentant. You found yourself giggling, too, watching the sudden energy Yoongi had. Namjoon caught your attention again, stroking your hair as you looked up at him curiously, the amusement still on his face, bone deep contentment showing through his smile. Looking at you, laying nestled in the pile of cuddliness that were the loves of his life, he couldn't be happier. You looked so perfectly in place. Yoongi, Jin, and him were still lazing about in bed, Hoseok having showered earlier, going to use the gym room Taehyung's parents had in the house, only stopping to tease Yoongi. The maknaes were going to go explore the beach and maybe the town nearby. He himself had gotten out of bed to do something productive, being pulled back into bed by Jin after he washed up, telling him that he shouldn't work himself to death on his honeymoon.

And you yawning while being all curled up in a ball-- your favorite sleeping position, he remembered, thinking of how he used to wrap himself around you when you would sleep in the same bed before-- was the perfect way to start his morning. And if everything went well, it would start this way for the rest of his life.

So the day started like that. Calm and serene, and it seemed it would stay that way. The warm sun and strong breeze made you want to curl up on the pool chairs and sleep, but you would be happy with staying in bed. After washing up, you laid right back down. Jin was having a movie marathon-- all movies he was in, of course-- Yoongi humoring him and joining, but you were sure that was mostly because it was an activity he could do laying down. Namjoon took to the academic journals Taehyung's parents had on shelves around the house. They had many in multiple subjects, anatomy and literature and physics. Jin called him a dork but he just shook his head and smiled, undeterred.

"Alright, you ready for my best film?" Jin said, throwing the blanket over you, settled in the middle between Yoongi and him.

Yoongi scoffed, hands hand busy with combing through your hair. "You say every movie is your best film."

"And I'm right every time." Jin replied back confidently, and you giggled. He winked at you, pressing play and you watched rapt with interest, the movie truly was excellent. It was a murder mystery with Jin playing the lead detective, captivating, cunning, charismatic. It was a perfect role for him.

"I'm going go grab some water." He whispered, slipping away at some point towards the end. You hummed, not paying much attention, eyes glued to the screen. It was only after the movie ended that you realized Jin never came back. You ventured out to look for him, Yoongi staying put and selecting the next movie.

You tiptoed down the stairs, looking around, the house was a maze, the only thing discerning one hallway from another was the artwork on display. Before you knew it, you were in the kitchen.

And so was Jin.

Sat up on the kitchen counter, Namjoon between his legs leaning in towards him with his hands under his shirt around his waist, was Jin, lips locked with Namjoon's in a tender looking kiss. It really was a domestic scene, Jin's hands wrapped over his shoulders.

You gasped involuntarily, covering your mouth. It was a just a kiss honestly, it wasn't like they had their clothes off, but you still tried not to pry into their personal business, and watching them kiss felt like a total invasion of privacy.

They broke apart at the sound, turning to you, and you moved your hand up, covering your eyes now. "I didn't see anything!" You squeaked.

Jin chuckled. "That's my bad, I took too long with the water." He looked back at Namjoon, neither especially bothered by the interruption. He pecked his forehead, pushing him back gently and hopping down. "Have fun with your books, genius." He said to Namjoonㅣㅣ, a sarcastic edge to the title. Namjoon just laughed as Jin picked up the cup of water he originally went came to get off the counter.

You were quiet all the way back to the bedroom, flustered into silence. Jin was holding back a smile, biting his lip. He wasn't laughing at you, really, it's just so cute when you got all blushy like that. Even now that you were theirs you were still shy.

The both of you entered the room again, Yoongi picking up on the awkward air around you. "What happened?" He asked, corner of his mouth already turned up in amusement. You stayed quiet, crawling back to your spot in the middle of the bed, Jin slipping in next to you.

"Sweetie pie saw me and Joonie kissing in the kitchen and got all embarrassed." Jin explained and you hid your face in your hands, hiding yourself.

"Nothing to be embarrassed over, kitten." Yoongi assured you, turning back to the screen, lifting the remote to play the next movie. "We used to accidentally walk in on each other all the time. No need to be embarrassed."

Jin took a closer look at your flustered state, a curl coming to his lip. "Unless, that's not why she's embarrassed." His hand cupped your jaw, turning you to face him. "Maybe our darling wanted to try for herself." Jin spoke, tone suddenly low and silky, leaning closer slowly, the gravitational pull of his soft lips making you lean in as well.

Your eyebrows shot upwards at the shift in atmosphere. "Is that... okay?" You asked, voice little more than a whisper as you felt like speaking too loud would disrupt the slow pace of Jin's path towards your mouth. You saw his plump lips curve into a smile, soft but also smug.

"We're all yours, remember baby?" He spoke, stopping to speak, his lips brushing yours. You could hardly remember to breathe, to blink, waiting with bated breath for him to close the distance. He seemed to like taking his time though, reveling in your eager expression. He spoke again, and you knew now he was definitely teasing you with the way his lips were just touching yours, but not nearly enough to call it a kiss. "And you're all ours, too."

With that, he closed the distance, pressing to your lips firmly in an all consuming kiss. His hand moved to the nape of your neck, holding you as he tilted your head for a deeper kiss. His nails scraped your scalp slightly finding purchase in your hair, you letting out a small moan at the sensation, muted by his lips. Taking the opening, he kissed deeper, licking into your mouth, twining his tongue against yours languidly. He kissed like he was trying to savor the taste of you, like you were the most delicious meal, eager to have you and not letting you get away for a second, the firm grip he hand in your hand keeping you in place as he indulged in you.

♡

Gently, as you kissed, he eased you onto your back, laying you back down onto the bed and moving over you. He pulled back, finally letting you come up for air as you breathed heavily, watching his chest heave over you. Your eyes hazy, skin flushed from the heat of his kiss. It was fervent but not overexcited, the older man's experience showing in his ease of turning you into a kissed-out puddle, pliant under him as he situated himself above you, kissing at the corner of your lips and jaw as you caught your breath. Jin sucked at a spot on your neck, making you let out the most delectable sound, sucking in earnest to hear it again.

A deep chuckle rolled out from next to you, rumbling through the pillow Jin laid your head on. You almost forgot Yoongi was here, almost lazily observing the display in front of him, you slowly losing your composure as Jin laved licks onto your warm skin. You made eye contact with him, Yoongi comparatively much more composed than you, but you could see the way his pupils were blown out, eyes watching you like he wanted to pounce while his body stayed in its relaxed position.

"So sensitive, aren't you, kitten?" He drawled, still casually looking you over. He reached out a hand, dragging his thumb over your lips. You licked at it absentmindedly and he inhaled sharply, pressing his thumb further into your mouth. "Nice and warm" He hummed, you lightly sucking on his thumb.

"I wonder if she's just as warm somewhere else." Jin purred, slowly pulling down the band of your pajamas. "Is this alright, cupcake?"

You nodded, shaking with desire but Yoongi just gripped your jaw tighter, pulling your attention back to him. "Use your words. Say what you want." His eyes burned into yours, amusement gone.

"I want you." You said, timidly and a bit flustered by having to say the words out loud.

"Want us to what?" He asked, implying that he wanted more detail from you. He wasn't going to let you easy, and a part of him burned to hear you say how much you want them out loud.

"Touch me?" You said, blinking up at him hopefully.

"Where?" Yoongi tilted his head, raising an eyebrow, playing dumb.

You huffed, frustrated with their teasing, and they both laughed. "Alright baby, I won't tease." Jin said, pulling down your pajama bottoms.

"You need new pajamas." Yoongi stated, eyes entranced with the slow way Jin was pulling them off, watching more and more of your smooth skin get revealed.

"Why?" You asked.

"These look too good on you. Every time I see you in them I wanna rip them off." He finished, pushing your shirt up and trailing his fingers down your exposed stomach, giving your pouch an affectionate rub.

The statement both made you smile and ignited a heat in your belly, how long had they wanted you like this? But you were quickly distracted by Jin's fingers on you, rubbing oh so lightly against the pad of your clit. Your breathing stuttered, which didn't escape Jin's notice. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes," you breathed, legs struggling to stay still, wanting to chase the new sensation. Jin teased you for a while through your panties, rubbing around your clit, then trailing elsewhere, repeating over and over as you whined for more. While he was working you up, you noticed that his eyes weren't studying you.

They were watching Yoongi, who seemed totally enraptured by every little twitch of your body, watching you try to buck forward against Jin's hand on your hip keeping you held down with a hungry look in his eye.

"Yoongi," Jin spoke, snapping the other man out of his trance. "Would you like to do the honors?"

Yoongi licked his lip, then bit into it, sliding to where Jin was and positioning himself between your legs as Jin moved aside. Squeezing your thighs in both of his hands, he leaned forward slowly, giving a soft lick to your clothed clit. Your answering buck and attempt to close your legs made him bite down a growl, quickly moving his hands to take your panties off, your arousal stretching in slick strands as he pulled the fabric away from your heat.

"This wet from a little kissing, baby girl?" Yoongi said, voice an octave lower as he took in your wetness, running two fingers through it and spreading his fingers to watch it stretch.

"Now, now, Yoongi," Jin began, mock scolding as he moved back up to pepper your lips with teasing kisses. "You know not to play with your food."

Yoongi smirked, leaning in towards your clit, breath ghosting over it and making you twitch. "How can I not," he asked, watching the way your thighs trembled in anticipation. "When it's so fun to watch her squirm?"

"Yoongi please?" You pleaded gently, breath coming in quick puffs, quicker and quicker the closer his mouth got to you. He chuckled, the air puffing against you making you bite your lip.

"Aw, she's begging now." He smiled sardonically. "How badly do you want it, kitten?"

"So bad." You whispered, hand reaching out to grip his hair, lightly pushing it down.

"Lemme not keep you waiting then." He pressed a light kiss to your clit making you gasp, then dove back in and sucked hard, your gasp turning to a moan and you dropped your head back against the pillow, gripping the fabric as he lapped at your essence. Jin was trailing his hands over you, one moving under your shirt to rub lightly, teasingly, at a nipple, rolling the bud around as he sucked a trail up your neck and then planted his lips on yours again. He swallowed down your moans and whimpers as Yoongi continued licking and sucking, alternating in a madness inducing rhythm. He would focus on your clit, then move to your gushing hole, licking up whatever sweetness leaked out and then back up, your hips bucking against him uncontrollably. You lifted your legs onto his shoulder for better leverage, near suffocating him with the way you rode his face for release. If Yoongi wasn't so intent on savoring every delicious part of you, he might've teased you about how desperately you rubbed against him, the obscene sounds you made as you chased release, high-pitched whines and drawn out moans, Yoongi pulling sound after sound out of you. You turned your head, burying it into the pillow to muffle the noises coming out of you, only to get a slap on your thigh from Yoongi.

"Don't you dare try to be quiet right now," he growled, taking two fingers and circling your hole, easing you open, an easy job considering his tongue did of the work already. "You're gonna take what I give you, and let everyone in the house know how good I'm making you feel, you understand me?"

"Y-yes." You replied, voice cracked and raspy.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes sir?"

"Good girl." He praised with a gentle rewarding stroke to your thigh, fingers still working inside you. His eyes focused squarely on your face, holding eye contact as his fingers curled up to hit your g-spot. Your legs squeezed tighter around him, but he looked unphased, even downright pleased about the way you kept losing control. With your hair strewn about, your chest heaving from the pleasure, and the hickeys Jin was steadily placing all over your neck and collarbone, you looked like a dream come true.

But one thing would make it better.

He got back to work, leaning down to suck at your clit again, still shifting his fingers inside of you, working you up towards your peak and you were fast approaching.

Jin had pulled himself out of his boxers already, stroking himself with one hand while laving you with attention with the other. He was already unraveling at the sight of you getting blissed out from the feel of Yoongi's tongue, eyes closed and head thrown back against the pillow. And the sounds you were making sounded like heaven, your sweet voice like singing. He looked down seeing Yoongi fully immersed in pleasing you, eyes closed as he worshipped you.

But Jin just about lost it when your hand reached out, clumsily wrapping around his shaft and tugging, twisting your hand and circling your thumb around the tip every so often. Even when lost in pleasure you were still thinking about him, and Jin couldn't help but sloppily buck up into your hand, wrapping his hand around yours and fucking up into it as his own high approached, moaning out as he showered you in his release. The milky liquid splattered onto your torso, decorating the peaks of your chest. Your eyes fluttered as you watched it roll over your skin, and combined with the fervor of Yoongi's tongue, you unraveled, back arching, gushing out onto Yoongi's chin and fingers, your thighs clamping around his head as you held his face to your pussy with the grip in his hair.

After a few moments of trying to catch your breath, you came back down to reality, realizing you basically almost drowned Yoongi and gasped, sitting up, removing your legs from around him. "I'm so sorry!"

Yoongi was almost as dazed as you were as he straightened up himself, licking your juice off his fingers with a pleased expression. "Never apologize for that."

Jin chuckled, tired just from watching you two go at it, and leaned over to kiss Yoongi, licking into his mouth and tasting the juices you left on his face. You blushed, weirdly too embarrassed to watch despite what you had just experienced with them. As you looked back, willing yourself to not be so shy, you realized Yoongi was still painfully hard, bulge straining against his sweatpants.

"Yoongi," you started, reaching a hand out. "Can I... help with that?" You asked, hand hesitantly hovering over the bulge. He probably just wanted Jin's help with it, but you still wanted to offer.

He grasped your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. "You don't have to, Y/n."

"I want to... If you want me to..?" You said, uncertain. You didn't want to push, but if you could help him feel even half as amazing as you did, you'd be happy.

"You should let her help, Yoon." Jin said, positioning you once more. He laid you down against the pillows, pulling your legs apart again. Your cunt, still glistening, greeted them as your thighs spread again. "Look at how ready she is for you."

"You sure about this, kitten?" Yoongi questioned you, but he wasn't looking at you, he was looking at the slick mess between your legs and the way your juices had smeared on your thighs.

"Yes, sir." You replied, voice hush from the way he was staring you down. You felt like prey under him, and maybe you were, his hand settling on your hip to keep your from moving as he glided his fingers over your wetness again. You shook a little, still sensitive from the last orgasm as Yoongi pushed his fingers into you, stretching you out.

Jin pulled his sweatpants down, Yoongi's shaft springing up as it was freed, pale and flush at the tip. It was long, you couldn't help but notice, and Yoongi lined himself up with your opening, stroking your juices over himself to make the first push smoother, you wondered for a moment if all of it would even fit.

He took your hands, crossing them over at the wrists and holding them down above your head with one hand, the other he used to brace himself over you, leaning down so he could kiss at your neck, adding some hickeys of his own. As he distracted you with the sensations at your neck, he pushed in slowly, so slow you almost didn't notice at first.

But as the width of his cock stretched you open, you were all too aware, gasping at the foreign feeling. It had been too long since you been touched like this, held like this, kissed like this.

"Fuck, kitten," Yoongi groaned, lips pressed behind your ear. "Your pussy's practically sucking me in." He said, fighting to control the pace of his thrust when all he could feel was your walls tightening around him.

Sheathed in you to the hilt, your hips pressed onto each other's as you let out a soft moan at the feeling of fullness. Slowly, he pumped in and out, keeping a steady rhythm while watching your facial expression.

"Yoongi," you mewled, hands squirming under his hold.

"What is it, kitten?"

"I want more." You moaned, wrapping your legs over his, pulling him closer to you.

"More?" He asked, speeding up his pace and tilting your hips up into his for a better angle with the hand he had on your hip until you were whining for a different reason. "How's this, baby?"

You couldn't answer, him hitting the perfect spot, hammering up into you at a speed that made you see stars. He watched your face, watching you inch closer and closer to a second release, the same gorgeous sounds pouring out of you. He could feel himself tipping over the edge, fighting it back until he brought you to the edge a second time.

He could tell by the way you clung to him tighter and your moans grew louder that that was quickly approaching, your legs tightening around him until he could hardly pull back, instead pistoning into that sweet spot until your jaw slackened, letting out a long sweet moan that sounded better than any song he'd ever made and if he could put it on a track he was sure it'd be a best seller.

The sounds you were making coupled with the fluttering of your warm, wet pussy gushing around him brought him to his end, burying his face in your neck as he came into you with a hiss, your slick warmth milking him for every drop. Your body was complete heaven, every part, and he almost found himself tearing up from how happy he was that he could hold you like this. That you were theirs and you wanted them and they could show you how much they loved you. He panted into your neck as he was coming down from his high and you were still grappled onto him, no signs of letting go.

♡

You turned your head, still holding his head to your chest. "Where's Jin?" You rasped, voice hoarse from overuse. Yoongi looked up, noting the empty expanse of bed where Jin used to be.

Yoongi snorted, laying his head back down. "Guess he got bored." He shrugged, basking in the silence as you trailed your fingers over his back and in his hair.

Eventually, footsteps came down the hall, Jin entering with a fresh bowl of popcorn, having put on boxers and pajama pants at some point while you and Yoongi were occupied. "Oh, you guys are finished," He remarked, faux-pouting as he entered the room. "I got something to snack on while I watched." He joked.

Yoongi scoffed, Jin really found time to joke at any possible moment. "Come help clean up our girl, you perv." He chastised, leaning away from you, though you put up a fight, trying to tighten your arms around him. He calmed you with a peck on your forehead, smoothing your messy hair back.

Jin chuckled, placing the bowl down on a nightstand, setting about the hard task of detangling you from Yoongi. You felt sweaty and weirdly sticky and as Yoongi pulled back you realized why, his cum dripping out of you and pooling onto the bed.

A long moment went by as you could feel it roll down but when you tried to close your legs again, suddenly shy, Yoongi shot a hand out, keeping you open for him.

"I'll go get a towel to clean you up," Jin said, leaving Yoongi to his trance with his gaze fixated between your legs. "We won't need to be buying you Plan B, will we?"

"No, it's okay," you answered, "I'm on birth control. I started taking it again after those awful cramps from my period." Yoongi slowly nodded, still not completely thinking straight, especially after learning they could have sex with you raw.

"Is something wrong, Yoongi?" You asked tentatively after a while, wondering what the man was so focused on. His gaze shifted to you, seeing the slight worry, and his face broke into a smile, trying to both reassure you and show you how happy he was.

"I love you, kitten." He whispered after he leaned in close, laying a soft kiss on your lips. "You're just so beautiful. I can't believe that this is happening."

"How do you think I feel?" You smiled back, giving him another kiss in turn, and he pulled you back for another. And another...

"Take it easy on our girl, Yoongi," Jin scolded, pulling him back so he could clean you properly. He came forward with a warm wet towel, gently wiping in between your legs, being careful not to irritate your sensitive parts. You thanked him, smiling, then said, "Is there anything more I can do for you? I'm sorry we kinda forgot about you for a moment there."

"Why do you ask? Is our little darling not satisfied?" He teased, satisfied with the little blush that formed in your face on your face and relented, his teasing smirk turning to a soft smile. "I'm good, sweetheart, and I'm sure you're tired. You've been so good for us. Let's lay down for the next movie and get some rest." He urged, smoothing your hair back from your sweaty face. You were sure you looked like a mess but he stared at you like you were the stars in the sky.

You nodded, snuggling back into the bed, Jin sliding up behind you and wiggling a shirt onto you that you were sure was his or Yoongi's. Cuddled up in their arms as they ran their hands over your skin comfortingly, the sound of Jin's voice on TV lulled you to sleep, drifting off with your two boyfriends as your pillows.

"You have to see this! Come on, it's so much prettier at night!" Jungkook pleaded, pulling at your arm to lead you outside.

All day, Jungkook had been telling you about the cool places he explored with Jimin and Taehyung, the things they did around town and he was bent on making sure you had the same experience. Right now he was dragging you towards the wildlife near the beach, some trees and tall grass, an occasional beautiful flower field dotting the grass, but that didn't seem to be what he wanted to show you, from how excited he was.

He pulled aside a couple of low hanging leaves, revealing a trail that led down the beach and into a small cave. Hoseok stood in front of the entrance already, near a couple of abandoned looking beach lounges. He turned, seeing you approach and waved eagerly.

"Hey! You ready to see what's in the cave?" He asked, eyes glittering in the last light of the sunset. You turned to Jungkook, eyebrows shot up in shock.

"A cave?" You asked, turning to Jungkook apprehensively.

He held his hands out as if to calm you. "I know how it sounded, but it's a cool cave! Not scary at all, nice and spacious inside and we're not going in that deep."

"But why so late? It's practically night."

"Because, what we're about to see looks better at night." He explained cryptically, ushering you forward. He covered your eyes as he led you in, saying he wanted it to be a surprise.

Soon, you stopped, his hand still covering your eyes. You heard him whispering to Hoseok and a cool draft of wind blew over you. "Can I open my eyes yet?" You said, shivering slightly. You wanted to see what they had to show you, but you were eager to get out of whatever creepy cave Jungkook had dragged you into.

"Not yet... Just wait a little bit more..." Jungkook said, then after a few moments, he continued. "Okay, open them... now!"

His hands pulled back from your face and you opened your eyes. At first you couldn't see much, eyes adjusting to the dark of the cave and the light from outside not quite illuminating far. Then, the setting sun hit the perfect angle, light straight forward into the cave. At first, you saw some twinkling, then suddenly the whole cave was alight, crystals growing from the walls and floor glimmering in the sun's light.

"Wow," you breathed, stepping forward to look closer at a crystal on the wall. The sunlight shining through it cast little rainbows all around it, beams of red and green and blue shining all over the cave's previously dark walls. You turned back to Jungkook, awe and wonder dancing around your eyes. "This is so beautiful. How did you find this?"

"We were walking along the beach yesterday." Jungkook said, stepping up next to you. "We came back and told the other guys about it and Hobi wanted to come see. I figured you should see it, too."

"Thank you for bringing me here. It's gorgeous." You replied sincerely. This vacation really was incredible, this whole place was beautiful, and you couldn't wait to spend time exploring yourself. If everything here was as pretty as this cave, you would need to carry a camera with you from now on. For now, you used your phone, snapping a few photos of the scenery.

"This isn't even the best part." Jungkook said, a sneaky smile on his face.

"Are there more crystals or something?" You asked, trying to worm it out of him.

He shook his head. "Not crystals." He half-answered, laughing at the pout you gave him. "You'll see! Just wait."

"I don't like waiting." You frowned, and Hoseok chuckled on the other side of the cave, looking at crystals himself.

You continued looking around, you just could not get enough of the view. Looking out the opening of the cave, there was a perfect view of the sun gleaming on the water, and inside, the shards of crystal of the ground made it look like you were walking on diamonds. But as the sun began to leave the sky, another glow started to appear in the cave, replacing the fading light of the sun. You gasped, seeing a patch of moss growing in a corner starting to glow, looking ethereal and unreal. You bent down to look at it, realizing that the entire cave was glowing with bioluminescent moss. When you straightened back up, excitedly turning around to point out the gorgeous sight, you caught Hoseok's eyes already on you, a glimmer of darkness in them that wasn't just from the dimness of the cave.

Since yesterday with Yoongi and Jin, you had been getting more trailing looks from the boys, assuming details of your *ahem* activities had been shared. Our maybe it didn't even need to be said, the satisfied looks and your various states of undress in the bed that day might have been telling enough. And then there's the fact that Namjoon and Hoseok were definitely able to hear you as they were still in the house. You weren't disillusioned enough to say you were quiet, and while you would usually feel embarrassed at someone knowing what you had been up to, you feel weirdly relaxed about it. The level of trust you had built up with the boys making you sure that they wouldn't judge you over it.

Jungkook bounced over, breaking your eye contact with Hoseok, who, now that you thought about it, had been strangely quiet since you got here. "This is what I was talking about! Awesome, right?"

"Yeah, it's so cool, I'm glad I got to see this." You smiled at him and he beamed, leaning in to peck you on the lips.

"I wanna share everything cool with you, bunny." He said, moving to hold you around the waist. "Everything that makes you smile and laugh. I love seeing you happy."

"You already do such a great job at that." You smiled, looking right into his eyes, the adoration in them pulling you in.

The cool wind blew again and you shivered, full body shaking in Jungkook's arms. "Oh, are you cold? Come on, it should be warmer outside the cave."

Jungkook led you and you stopped turning to Hoseok. "Hobi, are you coming?" You asked, still puzzled by his weird behavior. This whole time he was mostly quiet, and straggling off from you and Jungkook. He looked up from the ground at your voice, nodding and following you out of the cave.

Jungkook sat down on the beach lounges set up on the sand outside the cave, sighing in contentment and looking up at the stars. You moved to sit next to him, Hoseok lounging on the other. The grass was peppered with little wildflowers becoming more and more sparse the closer it got to the sand that lined the water.

"This vacation has been so much fun already," Jungkook sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back into his chest. "We cleared off a whole month for you, bunny."

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Wow, really? That's so much of your schedule. You're going to have so much work to catch up on."

"It's worth it for you." Jungkook replied.

You smiled sweetly up at him for a moment, then your eyes drifted to Hoseok in the corner of your eye, sitting on the other lounge. You stared at him for a while, wondering why his behavior was strange,

"See something you like, angel?"

"I'm just wondering if you're okay... You've been so quiet today."

"You wanna know why I've been quiet?" Hoseok chuckled, a low rumble that had an sharp edge to it that made you feel as if you had stepped on a landmine, or flipped a switch of some sort. "You know, I was in the house yesterday, angel. Just a floor below you."

Oh. You know where this was going.

You covered your face with your hands to hide your embarrassment. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, you must've heard everything. Did I... bother you?"

"Bother me?" He asked, incredulous you would even say that. "The only that bothers me is the fact that I could hear you making all those beautiful sounds and couldn't do anything about it." He stood, moving to sit next to you, the three of you sitting next to each other, the sudden warmth of them so close making you heat up.

♡

"That's what you've been thinking about?" You raised your eyebrows in surprise, the fact that you were the cause of his weird behavior was shocking, and all because he wanted you? That sent a pang of desire to your core, trying to subtly cross your legs.

But Hoseok caught on, grabbing your thigh and pulling your legs away from each other as he spoke. "Yes. And ever since then all I've been thinking about is making you sing like that for me."

Your breathing hitched and Jungkook noticed on your other side, leaning with a playful smile. "Ooh, I think she likes that idea." He settled his hand on your other thigh, high up on your leg. "Right bunny?" You looked away from the two of them, unable to handle their intense stares, nodding slightly.

"Now, now, I know you how to use your voice." Hoseok tsked, turning your head towards him. "You don't have to be shy with us. Here, I'll tell you what I want. I want to play with your pussy. You want that, too?"

You were breathless at his bluntness but gathered your voice to reply, "Yes, I want it."

"Good," he said simply. Then you were flipped over, moved to lay on your stomach bracing your arms on either side of Jungkook's lap. He began slowly pulling your pants down, trailing his fingers over you in wisps and teasing movements that made you shiver.

Trying to distract yourself from the nervousness while Hoseok unwrapped you like a present you looked up at Jungkook leaning back in front of you, seemingly enjoying the view. He reached forward to pull some hair back from your face and you reached a hand up to meet it, holding it as he cupped your jaw. You looked down at his crotch squarely in front of you and gathered your courage. "Do you... want help?" You asked, gingerly reaching forward and placing a hand on the bulge. His eyes widened and you could feel his cock twitch under your hand.

"Only if you want."

"I want to, oppa."

That really made him harden under your touch, him biting his lip with an eager look in his eyes. He pulled his hand back, pulling down the waistband of his pants to let you touch him. His length sprung up, veiny and long, making you hesitate slightly. It was big, and after the dry spell you went through with your ex and the time you spent in their house after, you weren't confident you could deliver.

"You don't have to, babe," Jungkook said, voice hush as he tilted your head up so you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

You shook your head, determined. "I want to. Just... be patient with me?"

"Of course, bunny."

You licked your lips, leaning towards the head and giving the flushed tip a light kiss. Then, you licked around it, wetting and teasing, making Jungkook hiss and settle his hand gently around the nape of your neck. Licking from the base to the tip in long, wet streaks, sucking and kissing all the way up, you felt Hoseok's hands on your ass, squeezing and spreading your cheeks.

"So pretty, doll," Hoseok said, mostly to himself, but you heard it. His finger teased over your wetness, dipping in slightly, making you moan a little. You busied yourself with Jungkook's tip, trying not to lose yourself just from Hoseok's teasing. You bobbed your head a few times, trying to relax your jaw as you lowered yourself down, but Jungkook was big and you could only get about halfway. Still, you focused your mouth on the tip, using your hands to work at the rest, tugging and gently squeezing at his shaft. He groaned as you bobbed your head, his hand on your neck moving into your hair, holding it.

Hoseok plunged two fingers into you, making you moan onto Jungkook's cock, the vibrations from your mouth making him moan, his fingers in your hair pushing you down slightly. "She's soaking," Hoseok breathed, something like awe in his voice as he moved his fingers in slowly at first, taking his time familiarizing himself with the contours of your heat. He hiked your hips up, pulling your knees under you for a better view. This new position allowed him deeper access, making you moan as he massaged your g-spot slowly, and allowed you to take in more of Jungkook's length.

As you continued bobbing your head and sucking, lightly, then harder, in an alternating pattern, Jungkook's moans got louder, the way he would twitch periodically telling you that he was getting close. You tried again to take more of him into your mouth, getting closer and closer to his base--

"Wait, bunny," he gasped, pulling you up off of him. Your saliva coated your mouth and chin, your lips plump and slick. You were panting yourself, you hadn't realized how much you were losing yourself in pleasuring him, your jaw sore and you were sure Hoseok could feel the way your pussy fluttered at Jungkook's pretty moans. You looked up at him, head fuzzy with the need to have Jungkook's dick in your mouth. You wanted to make him cum, needed to.

"Can I record you?" Jungkook asked, hand trailing toward his pocket where his phone was. "It'll be just for me, I just need to capture how pretty you look on camera right now. Please, babe?" He pleaded, and you couldn't find a reason to say no. You bit your lip, considering it as you looked at the almost desperate need on Jungkook's face, the way his irises were darkened from the sight of you and your touches, then nodded, deciding to trust him, wrapping a hand around his base and directing the shaft into your mouth again.

"Looks like our angel is eager to have you in her mouth." Hoseok said, sending a slap down on one of your asscheeks. "Aren't you, baby?" The sting made you moan, a new sensation for you. The lack of exploration you had gone through with your ex-boyfriend was a far cry from this, you hardly ever sucked him off, never mind doing it while someone else fucked you. And yet, it felt comfortable and easy, you knew the people in front of you loved you.

Your eyes closed as you moved your head up and down Jungkook's shaft. You were sure he had the camera pointed at you already but you didn't care. You trusted him. And you knew that he was far too possessive to let anyone but him and the boys see it. He groaned at the warm sickness on his dick using his other hand underneath you to grope at your chest.

It was dark as the stars shined above you in the sky, and you could hardly see even if your eyes were open, the feeling of Jungkook's hand running all over whatever part of you he could reach coupled with Hoseok's steadily increasing pressure on your g-spot were your only sensations, leaving you on edge and starting to shake from the sensory stimulation.

Just as you were starting to get used to the feeling of their hands on you, Hoseok ramped up the speed again, switching up his tempo by suddenly hammering into you with his finger angled right into your sweet spot.

You choked, hips involuntarily bucking from his fingers hitting right there, having to pull off of Jungkook as moans were spilling out of your mouth. Squeezing your eyes shut, you reached back to Hoseok to hold the hand that wasn't pounding into you. He laughed at the slack jawed expression you had, teasing you with a condescending smile, "What's wrong, baby?" He asked, patronizing, comforting you with one hand and torturing you with another.

"Too much," you whined, barely getting the words out with the way you were slowly forgetting how to speak.

"You want me to stop?"

You shook your head no rapidly despite your begging, making him laugh again. "Then, come on, angel, you can handle it." He let go of your hand, using his other hand to rub circles on your clit.

Your hips bucked into his hand, feeling the desire in your core tighten into a knot, the tension building in your lower stomach until it exploded, popping like a balloon. You called his name as you gushed into his hand, the man not letting up until you pushed your hips away from him as the sensation became too much. You collapsed into Jungkook's lap, laying your head on his thigh as the man pet your hair softly, pulling it back and holding it in one hand.

"You finished already, bunny?" He asked, teasing with no heat behind it. The sight of you fucked-out in his lap, lips swollen from being around his length was never anything he thought he'd get to have. He'd be happy to have you like this forever, laid out all soft and satisfied for them. You shook your head, obviously tired, but determined, leading his tip back to your lips. As you recuperated, catching your breath, you idly licked at his shaft, mouth moving down to the base and gently sucking one of his balls into your mouth, his light moans encouraging you to go on.

As you sucked his tip into your mouth again, you felt Hoseok touching your sensitive core again, making your hips jump a little bit as his fingers gathered up the slickness from your heat to rub around the outer ring of your ass.

"Can I try something, baby?" He asked, using your own juices to lube up your hole.

You bit your lip, unsure. You had never tried anything in that hole before. You turned your head, making eye contact with him, seeing the care and desire he had for you in his eyes. The second you locked eyes, you knew that you only ever wanted to experience things like this with them. You've never had so much innate trust for a group of people before. "Okay," you agreed, steeling yourself, and he leaned forward to pepper kisses to your shoulder.

"Thank you, baby." He said, almost reverently, breath fanning out onto your shoulder as he pulled back.

"Our baby girl is so sweet." Jungkook sighed, savoring the sweet image of you laying in his lap as you lapped at his dick. You smiled, a shy grin, as their attention on you while you were intimate with them made you feel a bit nervous. You went back to losing yourself in sucking off Jungkook as Hoseok worked you open bit by bit. But you could hardy pay attention to that, focusing on the rising pitch of Jungkook's moans. You were sure he was on his way to cumming, and worked earnestly to make sure of that, loosening your jaw as much as possible to surround him in the warmth of your mouth, bobbing your head then pulling back to suck hard on his tip as his cock began to twitch.

All the while, Hoseok rubbed gently at your clit, making you wet enough to lube up his cock as he prepared your hole, finally slipping into you slowly, but as Jungkook's hand settled on your neck again, you barely paid attention, fixated on the way he was pulling you up and down on his length, hard about flexing and tensing as he got closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

You made sure to focus on his tip, noticing the way his moans would get more desperate and his grip on your hair tightened, and the way he started to buck into your mouth while holding you down was telling of how little control he was holding onto.

As soon as he realized, though, he let go, letting you come up for air. "Shit, sorry babe," he panted, letting you go as he felt you gag around him. You panted, dazed and breathless from the feeling of being held down on him. It was suffocating, but you liked it, being overwhelming filled with him. Hoseok, fully seated in you, groaned, the feeling of your rim fluttered around him in tandem with your arousal.

"Oh, she really liked that, she got so tight around me just now." Hoseok said, hands gripping on your hips as he started to ease you up and down, watching as he pulled out to the tip and pushed in to the hilt, you getting used to the stretch as his length pushed into you. He was long and slender like Yoongi, but as you weren't used to anything in that hole, he felt almost unbearably large. Almost. As the desire in you started to build back up from their moans, your untouched heat wept for more stimulation, pulsing with the growing tension in your core.

Hoseok sped up, rutting into you, the force from his thrusts pushing you deeper onto Jungkook's length, and his hand moved to finger your core at the same tempo as his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping together as Hoseok began to chase his own pleasure caused more moans that were muffled by your mouthful, and you struggled to hold it together with all three holes stuffed being stuffed and used. Jungkook moaned, high and loud as he started to race towards his peak, his cock twitching as his seed started to pump out. He let go of his grip on your head to give you time to pull off, but his release only landed all over your face instead.

Not that he was really complaining. The droplets rolled down your face in a way that almost made him hard again, despite the fact that you just gave him one of the most intense orgasms he's ever had. It made him glad he started recording, making sure to get a clear shot of your face. He gently wiped it off from your face, hushed praises falling from his lips that he wasn't sure you were really hearing, the volume of your moans increasing as Hoseok moved from fingering you to rubbing your clit, and you came hard around him, clenching down on him as his thrusts got sloppier, and he reached his own edge, pulling back and finishing all over your back, his release pooling in the dip of your back where he had you arched for deeper access.

♡

You laid there, panting and trying to come back down to reality. Hoseok chuckled, wiping you off with his shirt and pulling Jungkook's shirt onto you so you wouldn't get cold, pressing kisses to your skin as he held you close. "You feeling alright, angel?" You nodded, babbling an inaudible response while your eyes slipped closed, body limp and numb from all the sensation. "I guess we tired her out." He said to Jungkook who honestly looked more refreshed somehow, glowing with the happiness of someone deep in love as he stared down at you.

Jungkook pressed a kiss to your cheek as he picked you up, you immediately clinging to him as he carried you back towards the house. "Come on, koala," he teased, arms wrapping around you securely as Hoseok pulled your messy hair back from your face. "Let's get you warmed up inside."

While your honeymoon was becoming more and more eventful, something still didn't feel right. As you walked through the house one day, looking at all the nice trinkets and things Taehyung's parents had around their beach house, you couldn't put your finger on why.

You reached your hand out to hold a ballerina figurine. It was pure crystal and beautifully sculpted. Taehyung told you that he bought this house for his parents, that ever since he became famous he's been using his money to give his parents an easier life since they weren't born into money like most of the other boys. It was an incredibly sweet sentiment and you find smiling as you go around and look at all the things they were able to do afterwards, their personality shining through the decor of the house. You could definitely see where Taehyung gets his creativity from.

As you walked, you passed a door, hearing sounds from inside but almost writing it off and walking past, until you caught a glimpse through the door cracked slightly open. The noises you heard was the scratching of a pen, Namjoon sitting at a desk with a laptop and a paperwork set in front of him.

And, seeing this, you realized what was wrong. You had hardly seen Namjoon this whole time. He must've been sneaking away to work this whole time, the way he was elbow deep in it made it look as if he had been doing it for a while. He must've snuck this paperwork past Jin.

You pushed the door open, walking in. You were still in Jungkook's shirt from last night, hair mussed from sleep and the intense "cuddling" Jimin and Taehyung were doing this morning. You slipped away, but you were sure a couple of the guys were spending the morning in bed.

"Hey, Joon," you yawned, walking closer to his side to peer at the screen, open with multiple tabs and excel spreadsheets. "Have you been working all this time?" He looked up as you approached, surprised that you were there.

"Yeah, sorry, I just have some more paperwork to file for my father's company." He said, scratching his neck bashfully. "Since it got handed down to me, I'm putting precautions in place now to make sure my grandfather has no ties to the company anymore and can't take anything away from my father. Which means more paperwork for transferring contacts and allocating more responsibility to Yoongi for our company so I can still help with both and--" He stopped his ramble, sighing. "Sorry, I can't dump all this on you."

"No, it's fine. You're stressed obviously." You lifted your hands to his hair and his shoulders, alternating between massaging both of them the way he liked to help him relax. "Can I help?"

He shook his head, waving toward the door as he started to work again, shuffling through papers in front of him. "No, go have fun, it's fine." He said, telling you to leave despite the fact that he was visibly more relaxed with your touch.

"I have fun with you too, Joon." You tilted his head as you spoke, cupping his jaw and making sure he could see your sincerity, but he averted his eyes, unable to hold eye contact with you for long.

"I doubt I'm any fun like this." He denied, but still was starting to lean into your hand.

"Well, I beg to differ." You finally decided, sitting yourself in his lap and making yourself comfortable. He laughed as you wrapped yourself around him stubbornly, holding you just as tightly even though he was the one trying to send you away in the first place.

For a moment, you both just held each other, content to sit with each other in the silence. You could feel his tension seep out in seconds, and chuckled. "Good to know I still have that effect on you." You teased.

"What?" He asked, fiddling with the end of your shirt.

"You're like jelly now, but you were all tense and stressed when I walked in."

He smiled, slow and sweet, as he looked directly into your eyes, and said, "It's hard to be stressed with one of the loves of my life in my arms."

You rolled your eyes, trying to pretend like the statement wasn't the cutest-- albeit cheesiest-- thing you had ever heard. "Don't say things like that."

"Oh sorry, I forgot," he chuckled, tilting his head back against the chair. "You turn into a puddle when people compliment you."

"Do not." You denied, turning your nose up in the air.

"You're beautiful."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, hearing him laugh again and shaking you as he body quaked with laughter "See?"

"Whatever." You protested, head still on his shoulder as you spoke. "You can't handle getting gifts, so I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm great with gifts." He corrected. "Including you, I have seven of them."

You scrunched up your nose in pretend disgust. "I forgot how cheesy you are."

"But you love it."

"Because I love you."

"Sorry I don't think I heard that, could you repeat?"

"I'm not saying it again."

"You won't even say you love me twice? I would say it a thousand times," As if to prove his point, he sat up straighter, pulling you up so you were looking at him again. "I love you, I love you, I love you," You giggled, and covered his mouth with your hand, but he kept going, voice muffled behind your palm. "I wub boo, I wuv vu--"

"Okay, okay, I know!" You laughed, then leaned towards him as your giggles subsided, touching your nose to his. "I love you." You said again, loud and clear so he couldn't pretend not to hear this time.

"I love you too." Namjoon said, serious again as he said it. He truly meant it with every ounce of his being. "I'm so happy I could say that again. I'm so sorry--"

You cut him off, "You keep apologizing--"

"Because I can't believe I used to be such an ass. I had the most incredible girl in the world telling me I was amazing and it went to my head." He apologized sincerely, his brows creasing with regret and guilt.

"You were kind of an ass." You replied, but before he could wallow for too long, you continued. "But now, you changed. And that's more important." You said, wrapping your arms around him and you two sat in silence again, enjoying holding each other.

"I wrote vows you know." He spoke up eventually, a long moment after.

"What?"

"For the wedding. I decided against saying them, I didn't know if you'd... I mean I hoped you'd feel the same way but that isn't the kinda thing you figure out at the alter."

You shook your head in disbelief, pulling back so you could look him in the eyes, though that was hard with how flustered he'd gotten admitting that. This man wrote vows for your fake wedding. Despite yourself, you found yourself smiling. "You're such a sap."

"I know." He shrugged, rearranging you so you sat to the side on just one of his thighs. "I should get back to work." He sighed, pulling his laptop closer and looking back at his paperwork.

You crossed your arms, fake-pouting. "We're having a conversation and you want to work?"

He scoffed playfully at you teasing him. "I can talk and type at the same time."

For a moment you pouted, then lived a hand, running it along his arms as his hands were settled on his keyboard. "I guess I need a way to keep you busy then."

♡

"And how do you plan on doing that?" He asked, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers.

"Like this." And with that, you graced the back of his neck and kissed him, putting all the emotion you could conjure up into the kiss and your lips pressed together.

You pulled back slightly, foreheads resting together as he spoke, lips brushing yours. "The other guys aren't keeping you satisfied enough? You play with them all day and still need more?" He teased, hand slipping under your shirt brushing your stomach and making your muscles tense on anticipation.

"I'll always need you, Joon." You breathed, going back for another kiss, sweeter and slower, but no less passionate, his hands running over the soft skin of your back and stomach, hands creeping close and closer to your breaststroke. As his hand brushed a nipple, you pulled away with a gasp, his lips still chasing yours.

"Joonie, please," you giggled, pushing him back so you could breathe for a minute.

"Sorry." He panted, not looking sorry at all as he stared at your kiss-plumped lips. He grabbed the hem of your shirt pulling it up and stopping at your waist.

"No underwear?" He commented with a smirk. "The boys have really been keeping you busy, I see."

"Yeah, I knew they were touchy but it's amplified by, like, a thousand now." You laughed. Jimin and Taehyung had said they wanted to cuddle but by the way they Taehyung took your panties from you, you don't think that was their only intention.

"Welcome to my world." He sighed, but you could tell there was no actual tiredness in it. He went to continue lifting your shirt, looking to your face for permission. "Can I?"

"I-if you want?" You said, vice a bit shaky and nervous. You were a bit scared, even though you should technically be the most comfortable around him. But your body has changed since he's last seen it. Will he be disappointed? You bit your lip.

"You're as beautiful as ever," He said, breaking you from your thoughts. He lifted a hand to gently caress your chest, looking in awe of you. "If not more."

"You really think so?" You asked, the tension draining from your body.

"Mm." He hummed, contemplative as he admired your body. "When we were younger, I always thought about what it'd be like to grow old together. It seems like you age like fine wine." He chuckled.

"Oh please, have you seen yourself? You're all muscly and confident and I swear you've gotten taller." You scoffed, play-punching him on the shoulder.

He made a look of fake hurt, "You didn't think I was muscly before?"

"Pfft," you tried to hold back laughter, trying to reassure him and be honest. "I'm sorry, but you were so scrawny. It was cute, you've always been cute, but now you've matured." You reached a hand out, smoothing his hair back from his face and cupping his jaw in your hand. "I really am proud of you."

"I should be saying that." He pulled you closer to him, you pressed up against his belt buckle. He was still wearing his clothes with you completely naked, your clit resting on the rough fabric of his jeans. He continued roving his hands over your skin, massaging and caressing everywhere. "Everything you've done, the person you've become. Your younger self would be so proud."

"I think she'd be kicking me for all the stupid stuff I've done." You shook your head, melancholy kicking in as you turned your head, focusing on the carpet.

"But you survived and did your best." He reassured you, pressing a kiss to the expanse of your shoulder. "You wanna know what I wrote in my vows for you?" He started, caressing your thigh.

"I wrote, that the minute I met you, I felt a connection. Do you remember, when your parents invited us to your fifth birthday party? And you said if I go, we could play trucks together and then we got sand all over us from the sand box?"

"My mom hated that." You smiled again, thinking of that time. You had been wearing the prettiest dress, and it had gotten so dirty by the end of the day. Then a thought struck, turning back to Namjoon. "Is that date what the password to your studio is?"

"You just figured it out now?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"I thought I was overthinking it." You shrugged.

He laughed at that, fond and happy. "Of course you were. I love when you overthink, though. I love when I can see your thought process on your face. I love how your nose scrunches and you furrows your brows like you're thinking of the most complicated problem ever when really you're deciding what to eat for lunch." He turned his head into your hand, kissing your palm. He moved his hand to your clit while pulling off his belt buckle, popping open his jeans. "I think it's beautiful the amount of thought and effort you put into things. And your beautiful mind finds the best solutions to things."

Too stunned for words and overcome by the gentle circles he was rubbing onto your heat, you could only manage an emotional "Joon," but he continued, cutting you off.

"And you dedicate so much care to everyone you meet. I can't be surprised that you captured all our hearts because you're so genuine and kind there was no way it wasn't happening." He reached his hand up, wiping a tear that escaped from the brim of your eyelid, as he pulled you close rondo his lap, sliding into you as he continued speaking whispers into your ear. "I'm so glad that we can grow old together like we planned, and I get to wake up everyday with your smiling face to greet me. You're my lighthouse, always showing me light and bringing me home when I feel lost. And on the days where you don't have the energy to smile, I'll give you mine."

You were full on crying now as he grinded into you slowly, tears of pure joy as he made you feel every inch as it dragged inside you, bouncing you on his lap. You unbuttoned his shirt sloppily so you could be skin to skin, and clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck as you two lost yourself in the feeling of each other, relearning the feeling of each other bodies. Moans spilled out of your mouth and he let soft groans out, brushing against your ears and making desire pool in your gut simmering until it reached a fever pitch, tension building up you couldn't ignore.

"'M coming, Joon," you gasped out, and he sped up, harder and deeper, nodding.

"I'm with you baby, come on." You let yourself go, moaning out his name as he fucked you through it, bringing you pleasure until the last moment. With a loud groan, he came, too, filling you up with his release. You both caught your breath, neither of your making a move to separate from each other.

♡

You were just holding each other as he was running his hands up your back with his face buried in the crook of your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair, cradling his head against you.

"Joon?" You asked after a long moment.

"Mm?" He hummed, laying still on your shoulder.

"I want to go back to school." You said, and that got him to sit up, looking you right in the eyes.

"You sure? I mean, at this point I don't think you'd need to, you already have so many designers offering for you to apprentice--"

"No." You cut him off, wanting to make your point clear. "I want to get jobs from my own skill. I don't want to get an apprenticeship from being married to you and have nothing to offer." Now here's the hard part, you thought to yourself, steeling yourself to ask. "But... I'll need help. If you'd be willing to sponsor me until I can pay you back--"

It was Namjoon's turn to cut you off, pressing into you with a kiss. When he pulled back from you, he said, "I'd support you in any endeavor, honey. But please, don't focus on money. You give us so much more than we can repay you with, so money is no object."

"Yeah, yeah." You waved your hand, deciding against arguing over it for once. You were far to content to do something like that, leaning back until him to cuddle some more. "Let's not make this an argument again, hmm?"

It was the hottest day of the vacation by far.

For most of the day, you had resigned yourself to laying inside in the air conditioning, but after most of the afternoon passed, the sun seemed to lose its sting and you decided you would go and enjoy the last of the rays until sunset. Jimin and Taehyung were splashing around in the pool all day, their shots of joy and happiness reaching all the way to the bedroom, muffled shrieks and laughs cooking through the closed window.

You had been alone for the last hour, the others going into town to scope out food options for dinner. Might as well work up an appetite, you thought to yourself as you picked out a swimsuit and went to join Taehyung and Jimin in the pool. As you descended the stairs down stairs and headed to the back patio, you thought about the last time you wore a bathing suit. You hadn't given much thought to it then, but the boys were acting strange around you then. Now that they had confessed that they loved you, was that weirdness because they were attracted to you even then?

As you stepped out into view, you watched their reaction. Your bathing suit was relatively more conservative than the cow print suit, but you could still the way the boys stood splashing each other and roved their eyes over you. "My beautiful muse," Taehyung called out to you dramatically, seemingly thinking this was some tragic romance drama and not a pool in a backyard. "Come join us!"

"Why should I?" You teased, walking over to stand above then as they leaned against the side of the pool, eager to be close to you.

"Because, we haven't seen you all day, baby." Jimin faux-pouted.

"You're the ones who decided to go to the pool. You could've stayed with me." You pouted back, much more effectively if the immediate guilt on their face told you anything.

"We're so sorry, little dove, we can hang out with you now." Taehyung offered, starting to pull out of the pool.

You shook your head turning and walking to a lounge chair near the pool, deciding to stop teasing them. "Don't worry, it's fine. You can stay in the pool." You stretched out on the chair and looked back at them, their eyes still trailing you like a hawk.

"You aren't going to swim, princess?" Jimin asked, eyes on your legs. His gaze flicked up to your eyes, flickers of heat building in the warm brown pools. "It's pretty hot out here."

"No, I'm good. I'm just going to enjoy the sun. Don't mind me." You tilted your head up to watch the clouds and heard the sound of water sloshing around, looking back over to see they had gotten out of the pool and come to your side.

♡

"If our little dove wants company, we're happy to help." Taehyung said, but you had the feeling he didn't just want to sit by your side by the way his eyes focused on your body, running a wet hand over your exposed stomach. "You look so good in this bathing suit."

"You think so?" You spoke, trying to keep calm. You had a feeling that if you showed any reaction to their teasing that they'd pounce on it.

"Mm," he hummed, a sneaky smile coming to his face. "But I don't think anything can beat how good you looked in that strappy one you had on the other vacation."

You covered your face with your arm, laughing but embarrassed. "I knew it, you guys were checking me out! I thought I was overthinking it back then."

"You weren't overthinking it," Taehyung chuckled. "You really looked so irresistible." He said, biting his lip as his eyes tossed over you again.

"Do you know how hard it was to not hold you the way we wanted to?" Jimin ran a finger up your arm, light touches swirling over your skin. "I can't believe all those people got to see you like that."

"When you're ours." Taehyung said, somewhere between a huff and a growl, leaning in to capture you lips in a searing kiss, every bit of desire he had poured into it as he licked into your mouth, sucking at your lips as he pulled back. As soon as he did, Jimin took his spot, every bit as heated as Taehyung, but more languid and sensual, tongue twining around yours like a dance.

"Have you been having fun on your honeymoon, dove?" Taehyung murmured into your ear as Jimin took over your mouth, trailing kisses up to your ear and biting at your ear lobe.

"We've heard from the other guys you've been having lots of fun." Jimin spoke as he pulled away, breath fanning over you, descending kisses down your neck to your collarbone. "Are you leaving us out of the festivities?"

"No, I just--"

"Just what? Just couldn't contain yourself? You needed their hands on you right away, right, princess?" Jimin cut you off with a smug smile as you were being left breathless by them.

"Well, we won't keep you waiting either, dove." Taehyung said, voice impossibly deep as he pulled back, pulling himself down to your thighs, starring to rub at your clit with no rhythm, driving you crazy with his unpredictable pattern. He'd rub at your clit and just as you thought you would get relief, he'd pull away, fingering into your heat just as fast, and then back, bringing you to the edge and back without mercy. While you were being practically tortured, Jimin was no help, kissing up and down your skin, sucking hickeys into the skin of your neck, shoulders, collarbone, anywhere he could taste.

He broke away from your skin, observing his work proudly and listening to you moan from the work of Taehyung's fingers. "Just listen to her," he said, looking at you with your head thrown back, arms gripping the chair tightly as if to hold yourself together. He chuckled, "She's going crazy."

"I bet your so sensitive, aren't you dove? The way you haven't had a break this whole vacation." Despite the way he had spoken as if he pitied you, he didn't let up at all, still torturing you with that crazy rhythm. "So wet and you didn't even get in the pool. Wasn't me to fuck you baby? Pound you into the chair?"

"Yes, please." You moaned out, lost in the sensation.

"So polite." He hummed. "Since you asked so nicely." He pulled back and entered you in one swift move. Jimin was still sucking at your chest, centered on your breasts and you gripped his hair, pulling his roots and making him let out a long moan. He reached down a hand, and as Taehyung focused on working you open on his cock, Jimin started tracing circles around your clit, steadier than Taehyung but light enough that it just wound you up, no relief in sight.

"Listen to how pretty she sounds." He sighed, pulling up from your nipple.

"So gorgeous, just fluttering around me. You're already close, aren't you baby?" Taehyung said, slowly pushing in and out as you got used to him inside you, pulling out to the tip then pressing back into you until you were hip to hip and again.

"Yes, don't stop, please." You begged.

"I don't plan to." He growled, lifting your leg over his shoulder, pulling you down the length of the pool chair towards him, settling on his knees on the floor next to the lounge. He let you settle there for a moment, repositioned you so he could hit your sweet spot, then started pounding into you, as wild and unpredictable as his fingers were, thrusting with so much force it bounced you backwards with each slam.

You could feel your orgasm rush over you, intense and long as he pounded you through it, making you whine out of oversensitivity when he didn't let up after the waves subsided. Your whimpers and whines only made him chuckle as you gripped at his shoulders, trying to ground yourself in him. "You got this baby, you can-- oh?"

He cut himself off, slowing down as his attention drifted above your head. "It looks like we have a stalker."

You tilt your head back as you caught your breath, looking up at the direction he was looking. In the upstairs window, you saw a flash of movement and the blinds closed shut fast, but you know what you saw.

Jungkook was watching you.

You didn't know he was still in the house, he must've stayed behind when they went to get food. "Let's go say hi to him, baby." Jimin laughed, and Taehyung scooped you into his arms, the three of you heading upstairs to the room Jungkook was in, the two maknaes rushing at the chance to tease him.

The door pushed open, Jungkook was standing there looking incredibly embarrassed but obviously turned on, red in the face and pants hastily buttoned if his lay still being down was any tell. "Guys, what are you--"

"We saw you~," Jimin cut him off smugly, stalking toward him as Taehyung laid you down onto the bed, still sticky and sweaty from your activities outside. Jungkook's eyes stuck you to you like glue despite trying to pretend like he was watching you, almost ignoring the way Jimin was taking his clothes off, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pants.

"I don't-- I dunno why you're up here, weren't you swimming?" Jungkook said, voice hoarse and distracted as he watched Taehyung, now licking a stripe from your neck to your stomach.

"You're really gonna pretend? It's okay, we saw you looking. She's hard not to look at, isn't she?" Jimin said, pushing him closer to the bedside where you lay, a hand in Taehyung's hair. "Don't you wanna play with your bunny?" He whispered into his ear, ever the voice of temptation.

Jungkook's gaze darkened, biting his lip as he stared down at you. "Bunny?" He asked, wanting to join but wanting your permission first. You reached a hand out to him and he took it, you pulling him towards you.

"What do you want to do?" He murmured to you, still a bit flustered to have been caught and be suddenly in this position.

"Whatever you want, Kookie." You said back,

"Yeah, what do you want, Kookie?" Taehyung teased.

"I... I wanna fuck her." He brazenly admitted, and while that sent a flash of heat to your gut, you could tell that wasn't all he wanted to say.

"But that's not all you want, is it?" Jimin called him out on it, and Jungkook bit his lip again, hesitating.

"I... If it's okay, can I record you, bunny?"

"Okay." You agreed, already okay with it. You guess Jungkook had a penchant for recording during sex, but you suppose that made sense considering that he had a lot of interest in cameras. The idea of him having a collection of videos of you actually didn't make you as nervous as you're sure it would've when you first met them. Everything you had gone through with them has made you into a totally new person.

It seems that Jungkook had gotten pretty pent-up from watching you, his hardness springing out of his pants as he pulled his pants off to settle himself above you on the bed. He was fixated on your center as he rubbed himself against your wetness to lube himself up. Jimin and Taehyung settled themselves by your side as he pushed in, watching your face and listening to you moan as he started thrusting, setting a steady pace and easily getting you to another peak. Taehyung took your hand and settled it on his bulge and you started rubbing at it, twisting your hand around it and making him hiss in pleasure.

"Kookie," Jimin singsonged. "You're holding back."

"I just wanna make sure she enjoys it," he defended, and you reached your free hand up, cupping his cheek.

"I'll always enjoy it with you, oppa." You said, and almost as if on cue, Jungkook sped up, slamming his hips into yours. You gasped as he hit your g-spot with every quick thrust and he repositioned his grip on his phone, getting a clear shot of the way your breasts bounced with his thrusts and your hand wrapped around Taehyung's shaft faster. Jimin released himself from his pants as well, placing his length by your lips for you to suck as he reached over to play with one of your nipples.

With every passing moment, the sensation built until it overtook you, the sensitivity from earlier making you come on Jungkook's cock. You whimpered, squirming away from the stimulation and Jungkook moved his free hand to your neck, holding you down gently but firmly. "Take it baby, I know you can be a good girl for me." He huffed, thrusts getting sloppier as he fucked into you, chasing his own release.

You focused on sucking on Jimin, obscene whisper coming out of his mouth, praises and curses as he finished onto your face with melodious moans, the sights and sounds triggering Taehyung to finish onto your chest with a groan. Jungkook came inside you, collapsing onto you as he finished and catching his breath.

Coming down from your high, you heard Jimin giggle. "Let's end the video to the group chat." He suggested mischievously.

"You're crazy." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Sounds like a good idea to me." Taehyung shrugged. "Their fault for leaving us alone."

"Only if Y/n's okay with it. What do you say, koala?" Jungkook teased, pushing himself up to look at you.

"Sure." You shrugged.

This was the wrong choice.

Awhile after the video was sent, you had almost forgotten about it in favor of focusing on the cuddles the maknaes were giving you, swaddled up in a warm pile. However, you heard the sound of a door slamming open downstairs and heavy footsteps marching towards the room, four large silhouettes filling the doorway looking displeased.

The hyungs were home.

And judging the looks on their faces, they weren't happy with being sent the video. They surveyed you all laying in bed together the maknaes mostly stunned for words, besides Jimin who looked all too pleased with himself. "You're back so soon." He hummed. "Did something make you hurry back?"

Jin shook his head, moving towards you and planting kisses on your foreheads. "Is our little sweetheart having fun without us?" He asked, pulling you up to look at the damage the maknaes had done. They had placed you in a button up, only one or two of the buttons actually done, not hiding any of the hickeys or bites they left on you.

"You letting the brats have a treat?" Yoongi asked, moving to pinch Jimin's cheek as the younger man kept laughing.

"You've all been with her this whole time." Taehyung pouted, trying to get mercy from the hyungs for teasing them.

"Look at how sensitive she is, you've clearly more than made up it." Hoseok commented, pointing out the way you jumped just from having his hands brush against your inner thighs.

"How do you feel, honey? Tired?" Namjoon asked.

You shake your head, looking up at them expectantly.

"Oh? Then, do you think you up for more?" Hoseok hummed, and you nodded.

"You know how to ask for things." Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "If you want something, say it."

"I want you." You said.

"To do what?"

"Anything. Just touch me." You really didn't care at this point, blissed out by the feeling of all of your loves showing their affection for you. No matter how much time passes, you don't think you'll ever get used to the feeling of their touches.

"I have an idea in mind." Namjoon pushed you up towards the head of the bed, the rest settling around you. Well, all of them tried to settle around you, but Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook were dragged aside by Yoongi and Hoseok, the two keeping them from participating since they already had their turn and decided to tease the hyungs at the same time. But, after they started using kisses and touches to keep them sated and docile off to the side, the maknaes didn't seem to be complaining, keeping themselves entertained while Namjoon took control.

"I don't think you need any preparing." Namjoon said, playing with your wet folds. He rubbed his cock against your entrance and pushed slowly. "Mm, I just slid right in." He groaned. He settled into a rhythm, deep hard strokes pulling moans and mewls out of you, making you grip at his shoulders, scratching your nails down his back. Namjoon hardly reacted only pressing closer. "You want me closer, sweetheart? How's this?" He asked, pulling your legs over his shoulders, practically folding you in half, his thrusts reaching deeper, making you feel impossibly full. He held you in place, you completely at his mercy he pounded into you, his gasps and groans right in your ear as he held you close, and you came, moaning his name into his ear as he spoke sweet whispers into your ears, filling you with a moan of your name.

He pulled back, leaving a trail of kisses down your cheek to your collarbone as he pulled away from you, you clinging to him still, reluctant to let him go. Jin chuckled, watching your eyes blink slower. It had likely been a long day for you, but he could tell you weren't ready to quit. If they had known you'd be so insatiable, they'd have brought more toys. Jin would make sure they all sat down and had a long talk about Dos and Don'ts in the bedroom with the addition of you to their usual dynamic.

But for now, he'd satisfy you as much as he could.

"Aw, look at you. You must be so tired." He cupped your cheek, tilting your head towards him as he sat back on his knees. "Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you." He positioned you onto his lap, holding your back to his chest and spreading your legs so the whole room had a clear view. The cum Namjoon had pumped into you started to leak out, dribbling down your thigh. "That won't do." He hummed, deciding to fuck it back into you, lining up his shaft with your entrance and pushing it back in. He impaled you, your moans filling the room as they quieted to focus on you, watching your face as Jin held you up, pistoning into you as you were held immobile by him, helpless to do anything but take it, eyes fluttering as you came.

After that, you were really nearing your limit, your legs twitching with just a soft touch to your core. Yoongi laughed at how you still pleaded him for more with the look in your eyes, Hoseok slinking up next to him, "Okay, baby, we'll go easy on you. What do you want us to do?"

"No fair, you're always so strict with us." Taehyung whined from where he was seated, enjoying the view.

"Look at this pretty girl, look how badly she wants it," Hoseok teased you. "We can't disappoint our baby."

"Can't I have you both? At the same time?" You looked to Hoseok, a little shyly. "You know, like we did on the beach?"

"You sure, baby?"

"Yes." You agreed immediately, your enthusiasm bringing another chuckle out of the men pleasuring you. Taking the wetness dripping down your leg, Hoseok worked your ass open gently, Yoongi relaxing you with kisses to your shoulder as you positioned yourself over him. As he prepared to push into your core, Hoseok pushed past your rim, the feeling of both of them filling you overwhelming in the best way.

"So perfect for us." Yoongi breathed as he and Hoseok settled to move in an offset rhythm. You could feel your body getting weak as they went in and out, and after a couple of hard thrusts from Hoseok, your legs gave out under you, making you fall onto Yoongi. Rather than interrupt his pattern, he just kept pushing into you, leaning over you and effectively sandwiching your body between the two of them. They exchanged a kiss over your shoulder, and then Yoongi tilted your head, kissing you softly but deeply as well. You felt your orgasm wash over you one last time and then promptly blacked out.

♡

Roused awake by caresses and kisses to your skin, Jin stood in front of you, some food placed on a fork and a bottle of water in his other hand. You yawned, stretching your arms over your head and then sat up to let him feed you. Jimin was the one cuddling you, holding you to his chest with the most adoring look on his face. You looked past him seeing everyone cuddled up together in various states of asleep and awake. "Are you rested, my queen?" He asked, softly caressing your hip.

You nodded, pecking him on the cheek in between bites of food from Jin. You smiled at him, "Remember when you hated me?"

He rolled his eyes, flopping backwards. "Ugh, let's not talk about it." You giggled as you finished your plate and he pulled you into him again. "I was right, you know," he started, walking his fingers up and down your tummy making you giggle. "Everyone did fall for you. I just didn't expect I would, too."

"I didn't think you'd be interested in me like that, even after you stopped hating me. I thought you just liked guys." You said, intertwining your hands together.

He shrugged, "I did. I experimented a little when I was still in denial, but it never felt as enjoyable. You, though," He pushed your hair back, studying you like you were the rarest thing in the world. "Something about you is so alluring. I've never enjoyed anything like this with a girl as much as I have with you."

"It's her heart. An authentic and genuine soul is more attractive than anything else." Jin smiled, getting up to put the dishes away. "Go back to resting, baby."

"But I wanna talk to you." You drawled, already falling back asleep.

"You have the rest of your life to, baby. We'll be here every step of the way. You've used a lot of energy. Sleep." He gave a kiss to your forehead, and you drifted off to dream land in the arms of your lovers.

You've never felt so whole.

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