#[ gooood morning guys! ]

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Mmmm. Babg

Heyyy pretty boy~

[yuukimiyas]

૮꒰ ྀི〃´꒳`〃꒱ა good morning everybun!! its thurs!! which means only one more sleep until we start the wknd!! wooo!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ik today is gonna be so SO great!! <33

[despairforme]

Wakes up with a hard-on. What else is new?

[six-of-ravens]

the best thing about the past 4 days was that I heard basically nothing about AI. was thinking about work tomorrow and how I have to go back to listening to my coworker rant not only about how much he loves (in a hopefully non-sexual way but we're doubtful) AI but also how he pretty much thinks our business is failing and is going to go under unless we drop everything and start using AI to do all of our jobs from project management through design and development immediately, and I started tearing up in a bad way. The future is unfriendly enough without the constant reminders that my entire industry is going to get taken over by robots and I have no viable backup plan.

[charliecharlington4]

love how podcast guys are like

"Arthur..... Artheur there's a Creechure....."

"FUCK...!"

"my name is john"

and then other podcasts are like

"Im gay and there are So Many Horrors oh my god (i feast on trauma) (i am also named jon)"

and then others are like

"gooood morning campers welcome to camp gay and trans theres a weird guy in the woods just ignore him lol"

[abbysdruidess]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ wedding night | modern au!abby anderson smut ♥

summary: you return from your wedding with Abby and have sex for the first time as a married couple.

wc: 2.3k

tags: smut, tooth rotting fluff, wife kink, idiots in love, Abby eats it from the bacc and she gets that gooood head, no beta we die like Joel

a/n: I was gonna upload this two days ago but real life got in the way-lmk if you guys want a part two with the morning after activities and don't hesitate to send me asks abt anything;))

this is also a continuation of my headcanons about you and abby's wedding - although this one can be read as a standalone, but you could check em out if you haven't already<3

“Oh my goodness.” you mutter as Abby’s jeep halts in the small parking spot right outside your home. You hastily wipe some excess sweat off your brow, the adrenaline and stress from the day finally catching up to you. You slowly reach out your hand and rub your wife’s arm as she sighs softly from the driver’s seat. “Long day?” Abby asks.

 “Like you can’t imagine.” you giggle. “And we also have to unload the presents from the truck, and go downtown to get the photos, and send everyone the thank you cards-”

 “That can wait.” she cuts you off gently. She reaches out to unbuckle her seatbelt and a second later, she’s outside the car. Instead of heading towards the front door though, she appears outside of the passenger’s seat, opening the door for you and extending her arms out. “C’mon baby” she whispers to you. “It’s only appropriate that we do this right now.”

 You let out a high pitched giggle, silently agreeing. You have done this countless times with Abby, letting her lift you in this manner, usually after she fucks you in the living room or the kitchen and she carries you to bed to rest. You wrap an arm around her shoulders as she hooks a burly arm around you, lifting you up and closing the car door with her foot. You grin from ear to ear as your faces are so close, practically touching. “Hey” you whisper to your wife, leaning in to bump your nose against hers in an eskimo kiss. 

 “Hey back.” she lets out, as she carries you bridal style to the door, fumbling in her pocket for the keys. As you enter your house, you feel the familiar smell of cinnamon and something vaguely floral hit your nostrils, and you sigh in content. You’re home, with your wife-you still couldn’t get used to blurting out the phrase, your brain still in an intermediary place. You gently try to wiggle out of her grasp, and at the same time you throw your shoes off your feet, trying to ease your aching soles. “You gonna let me go, Mrs Anderson?” you ask, even though you’re already familiar with the answer. 

 “No way baby” Abby shrugs, and you feel her grip tighter around you as she heads up the stairs, discarding her loafers at the bottom of it as well. “You think now that I got ya, I’m gonna let go? I took my vows very seriously, you know.” 

“Mmm, I hope so dear” you close your eyes and nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her sandalwood cologne and something else, a musky, earthly scent you have come to associate with Abby only. You could just wish to immerse yourself in it, feel Abby’s touch, taste and smell and nothing else. Her hand that isn’t under you reaches under your gown, gently fondling your stockings and the plush skin under it, making you squirm in her grasp. 

 “Abby” you whisper softly in her neck, and start leaving sweet, sweet kisses on the tender skin, feeling her pleased hum vibrating on your lips. 

 “Getting impatient, Mrs Anderson” she teases, as you enter your bedroom and she leaves you down softly on the black bed covers. You turn around and gasp as you realize there are several rose pedals laying on top of the bed, and the nightstands now have several candles on them, all unlit. 

 “Abs” you gasp at the sight, turning around to face her. You wanted to keep saying her name, make her feel more real where she stood opposite of you, because you could never even think of letting her go, think of a time where she wasn’t all yours. “When did you do all this?”

 Abby smiles at your excited expression, and reaches for a utility lighter on the dresser. In a few steps, she’s lighting the candles, and you watch her enamored at the notion of such a romantic setting.

“At noon, while you were getting all dolled up. I thought you might appreciate the ambiance.” She leans over the bed and lights the ones on her nightstand, as you notice that her usual book is missing. Good thinking, you think to yourself. You spent so much time worrying about the wedding preparations, the last thing you need now is a house fire. 

 “I do babe.” You crawl on the bed and reach for her, straddling her lap. You tug on her tie gently, and start undoing it, as she glances up at you, giving you her characteristic bedroom eyes - which were really just what she looked when she whispered “I’m gonna fuck the living daylights out of you once I have the chance, I promise”. Once her tie is off, she sighs and rubs her fingers at the base of her neck. 

“Was that too tight, Abs? Should’ve told me.” You undo the top buttons of her shirt, exposing more and more of her toned chest.

“It’s fine baby. It’s cause of the long hours, I guess.” Once her shirt is completely unbuttoned, she makes light work of it and tosses it to some corner. You reach out to cup her tits but she quickly lifts you by the hips and tosses you on the bed. You squirm as you now lie face down on the pillows, and groan at her ministrations. Though you can’t help but notice the slight ache that grows between your thighs. 

 “Your turn to get undressed, dear” she sings, and you can practically feel the smirk on her lips while she reaches to undo the zipper of your dress. She tugs on it slightly. Abby is the one straddling you now, and you lift your ass up to grind up her crotch. She sighs pleasurably, and leans in to whisper in your ear

 “I loved seeing you in this dress. Standing there all pretty, ready to marry me. I can’t get fucking enough of you. Can’t wait to show everyone that you’re my wife, after all this time.”

She starts to drag the zipper down you back, and you can feel the relaxing feeling of the skin of your back finally freed of its confines.

“I’m your wife, Abs.” She shifts on top of you, letting an audible moan at your words, reaching hastily to drag the article of clothing off of you, the need to see you naked making her act livid.

 Once the dress is discarded, you don’t have the heart to tell her that you have to hang it and put it in the closet, letting her push it on the floor next to the bed. 

 “Fuck, no underwear? You have no idea what you fucking do to me, babe.” You smirk in the pillow, your choice to go commando having more to do with the cut of said dress, but knowing that it drove Abby all feral when you did so. You feel one hand on your front, kneading a breast in between her large, weathered palm, You slightly hiss when she pinches your nipple, feeling it stand erect between her fingertips. Her other hand inches down you back, her pointer finger dipping in between the crevice of your ass. You feel yourself clench as it presses against your asshole, and it continues its journey as it reaches the back of your pussy lips, caressing them teasingly. The hand on your breast disappears, and a second later, she’s lifting your hips off the bed just enough so she can devour you from the behind. Her thumbs are now spreading your lips, and you gasp as your wetness hits the air of the room, making you shiver. Abby’s mouth is close, and you feel her blow air from her mouth directly on your drenched pussy. She leaves a small, sweet kiss above your hole, making you moan her name in the pillow. 

“Say it again” She whispers, and she doesn’t have to tell you what it is she wants to hear. 

“Your wife” You manage to get out, turning your head to the side. You can’t really see her face from this angle, just her braid that has fallen over a shoulder. “Uhm your wife, Abs.”

 That was apparently all she needed before she dives in, and you can feel the ferocity at which she eats you out, a clash of her delightfully wet tongue, her plush lips, and her teeth carefully teasing you. You let out loud, unabashed moans, knowing how she likes it loud, wants the whole neighbourhood to know who’s fucking you this good.

“Abby, Abby, Abby”, you continue the crescendo of moaning, and feel her hand also rubbing your pussy and lightly spanking your clit. It then dips inside you with no warning, and is then joined by two others, stretching you lovely. At this point, you are so spent, there is no residual pain, just the reflexive need of your pussy to clench at the sudden intrusion. 

 “Feels so good, Abs” you cry out, feeling some drool pooling on your pillow. Your hips snap closer to her face, and the room is filled with the shockingly wet sounds of your exertions. The pleasure that gathers in your lower tummy finally comes to a halt, and the shock of the orgasm hits you like a truck with full speed. You feel yourself shake and release around her fingers, as she gives your clit one last spank that makes you whimper loudly. 

 Once you’re completely spent, you feel her climbing up at you, and you turn around so your eyes meet. You reach up for a desperate, passionate kiss, and she passes on the tangy nectar from between your legs from her tongue to yours. You both moan as the lingering taste. 

 “Abby” You whisper her name like a prayer, something you’d love to confess to her only on the altar formed from your shared, sweet agony. You reach a trembling hand to undo her belt, gazing into her deep, crystalline blue eyes.

“Lemme-” You begin to say, and she understands immediately. “You sure baby?” She asks, brushing the hair out of your face. Perhaps she thinks you’re tired, too tired to pleasure her, at least tonight. 

“M’ alright Abs” You respond and gently push her so you can change positions and straddle her once again, throwing her belt off the bed and undoing her pants and boxers in one move. You lean down and nip at her neck, savoring the little “ahh, ahh” sounds that leave her lips from the intrusion on her sensitive skin. You gradually move lower, sucking at her puffy, wine coloured nips. You lick down her toned stomach, feeling the lines of each individual ab under your skillful tongue. Abby buries her hand in your hair, encouraging your head lower and lower. She loved your pretty little mouth, she always told you so, the way your tongue had written astonishing, awe-inspiring poetry on her so adeptly time after time. You lick a long stripe over her slit, as she slowly parts her legs, leaving you room to indulge yourself. You leave small, butterfly kisses on her clit. You suck on it eagerly as a long, passionate moan escapes her mouth. You know how sensitive it gets, and always spend time between her legs to take care of her efficiently. Your fingers stroke at her entrance, testing the waters before inserting a finger in, pumping it in and out slowly. 

 “F-fuck” she mutters, leaning her head back in the pillow as she allows herself to get lost in the moment, to exist only for you and your passionate courtesy. 

“I -holy shit babe- you always do me so good. Such a good wife, aren’t you? Always making sure I’m pleased. Love that I’ve ruined you for everyone else, you wouldn’t do this to anyone else, would ya?”

You are too caught up fucking her to respond, only leaving a small “Mhmm” sound against her cunt. Her hand suddenly tugs on your hair as if warning you, and you know she’s about to come. You start rubbing her more intensely, spitting on her pussy to give you more friction, and insert a second finger, making the sounds from between her legs sloppier and sloppier. 

“Ohhh that’s it that’s-” Her whole body starts to convulse, and her pussy practically sucks you in, feeling her clench around your fingers. You guide her through it, leaving small kisses on her inner thighs and rubbing her knee encouragingly. Her moans gradually decrease, and her head falls back into the pillow, face red and dewy like she came back from the gym. You kiss up her body and wrap your arms around her. You softly press your temple against hers, as she looks at you with hazy, overcast eyes. She rubs at your sides and dips her head in between where your shoulder and neck meet, sucking on the skin there. 

“You did so good for me dear” She says, and you let out a little chuckle.

 “I wanted to, baby. Can’t help but fulfill my wifely duties, after all.” 

 “Damn right you did. I can’t believe I spent so much of my life without you. What was I doing back then?” She says as you settle right into her embrace, letting her arms wrap around you.

 “Dating men-waste of time.” You respond smiling. You reach to palm at her behind and giggle when a rose petal appears in between your fingers. “We need to get these off the bed”

“I’ll do it when I wake up” She groans, and wraps her hand around her throat to bring you closer to her. “Want me to go get the strap? The night is still young.”

You give her a sickly saccharine kiss, one that has  I love you written all over it without you having to actually say it. “It can wait until the morning, dear. I wanna get some sleep first. I’m kinda exhausted.”

She gently raises her head to blow out the candles, and you close your eyes, searching for the calming sound of her heartbeat underneath her breast. “Alright” She whispers, stroking at your hair. “Sleep tight, my wife. I’ll wake you in the morning for more.”

[theywantedplayer]

Can you write literally anything for Luke Hughes been obsessed recently!!

MastersList

PromptList

You Decided to go to one of Luke’s hockey parties, you showed up 3 hours into the party. You wanted to finish studying first and when You did it was already 11pm at night. When you walked in the house the party was in full swing, people were everywhere, drinking, yelling and some people making out in the middle of the room.

You made your way through the Sweaty crowd of people trying to get to the kitchen and when you did you saw Some of the Michigan hockey team standing around. 

“Y/N!” you heard someone yell 

You looked around the kitchen and said who yelled your name, you laid your eyes on Luke. You smiled at him and walked over, the closer you got you saw how drunk he really was. His face was flushed red and blonde curl’s hanging over his forehead.

“Hey Lu having a good time?” You asked smiling at his drunken state 

“Havin a GREAT TIME” He yelled in the small Kitchen 

You turned to Ethan who was standing on your otherside

“How much has he had to drink?” you asked

“Non stop, like I mean he's gonna wanna kill himself tomorrow morning” Ethan laughed

You turned back to Luke seeing he was talking to someone else, he was so drunk he didnt know how loud he was being. He was talking about one of his teacher’s and how he didnt like them. You Watched Luke for a bit making sure he was ok, you talked to a couple of his teammates but then Conversation got cut off when someone yelled.

Luca walked in the kitchen with  a plante full of different colored shots .

“Take your pick gentleman” He said as everyone grabbed one 

“Y/n You want one?” Luca ask 

You shook your head and told him you were just here to make sure Luke was ok.

Everyone took their shots, you laughed as you saw their face’s scrunch up at the taste of the drink. When you looked at Luke you saw two empty shot glasses in hand, meaning he had two.

“Oooo Lukey’s going for a third” Ethan laughed as luke tried to grab another one 

You grabbed Luke by the waist and to stop him.

“Lu I think you've had enough” You laughed 

“But there so gooood!” he drew out putting the shot in your face

“mMhmm I bet they are, but tomorrow your gonna think otherwise” you told, grabbing the shot and placing it on the counter 

“Come on Lukey, say goodbye to your friends” You laughed patting him on the back

“GOODBYE GUY’S’ Luke yelled, smiling at his friends.

They all chirped him as you walked him out of the party, you rubbed his back softly as you both got into the dorm elevator’s.

“Did you have fun?” You asked 

“OH my god! So much fun, you should have stopped by earlier” he groaned Resting his head on your shoulder.

You rubbed the side of Luke’s arm’s trying to calm all the party energy he picked up

“I'm glad you had fun tonight” you smiled

“I was hoping to have fun with you tonight” he whined “I mean we still can” You heard him whisper into your neck. You smiled when you felt Luke kiss your neck lighty, he moved his head out of your neck now staring down at you.

You now could notice how drunk he really looked, his cheeks flushed red and his eye’s hooded over. You knew he had to go home and sleep luckey your dorm was just across the street, so Luke could spend the night.

“Lukey we’re gonna go back to my dorm, for you can sleep” You smiled lightly patting his chest

You waited for Luke to respond but after a couple of seconds of nothing, you spoke again

“Lu-” “Your so pretty” Luke complemented tucking a piece of hair begin your ear

You smiled widely at his words watching him stare down at you, Luke moved his hands up to your cheeks cupping them softly. He leaned down and kissed you softly, you could feel him smile into the kiss. You could taste the alcohol on Luke’s lip as he kissed you. Luke started to laugh into the kiss then pulled away.

‘What?” you laughed watching Luke lean his head back and laugh

You tugged on his arm trying to get him to answer

“Whhaaatt?” You whined 

Luke looked back at you all smiley “Nothing” he shrugged trying to play it off But he couldn’t keep it straight. He laughed again pulling you into a tight hug swaying side to side.

“I love you babe SO MUCH” he yelled, making you laugh

The elevator's door opened and you had to pull Luke as he still clung to you.

“Luke you're not making this easy” You told as he helped him walk out of the building and down the street to the crosswalk. There was nobody out since it was almost 12 am and thank god there was because Luke still didnt know how loud he was being.

“WE ARE SO GONNA DO IT!” he yelled 

“Shhh Luke you're being loud and no we’re not” You shushed him 

‘Why not!” He whisper yelled 

“Because your drunk” You stated

“NO IM NOT” he yelled, pulling away from you “watch me!” he yelled  

You laughed as you walked Luke trying to walk in a straight line, sticking his arms out. He was a mess, his right foot going too far to the left and making him stumble. You saved him from falling by grabbing his arm and helping him stand up straight.

“Ok maybe I'm a little too drunk to do it tonight” He admitted

“Its ok, there’s always next time” You laughed

“I was gonna rock your world” said making you laugh “ABSOLUTELY ROCK IT” he yelled

“Ok ok ok Luke we get it your very good at sex” You said him 

You both walked across the crosswalk and up the street to your dorm

“I'm very good at sex” he hiccuped “The best ”he nodded with his eyes closed 

“Yes your very good” You laughed leading him into the dorm building lobby

[artscloudy]

How do you think maki from &team would be as a boyfriend?

Oh my gooood I was kicking my feet while writing this nshdhhsbd. Thank you so much for asking, hope you enjoy (and sorry for being late) <3

&Team Maki as a Boyfriend

He's super duper cute

As soon as he sees you, his eyes lighten up and he cannot help but smile so much

Whenever he says anything, he would look for your eyes to be sure you support him. And you always do, of course

But when he feels your eyes on him oh my god, he becomes so red and starts stumbling on his own words

The "he fell first but you fell harder" trope

Because yes, he's the first one to confess and yes, he's always looked at you with the greatest admiration and love written in his eyes

But you keep falling for him every day a bit more

He's the type to spoil you with gifts, mostly plushies and funny tshirts or cool hoodies

"Y/n, I got this for you"

"Maki, love, that's the third whale plushie you got me this month"

"Yes, but this one's pink"

Something like that

Does he cook for you? Absolutely no, he's a menace. So it would be you cooking for the two of you

Or you'd order take away which is always the easiest option

He'd love to "carry" the relationship sometimes, but usually he lets you do most of the work, while still actively participating in the things you want to do

For example, even if he wants to go to the arcade and you want to go to the movies, he's the type to avoid talking about his preference and just go with the flow

But some other times, he's the type to just softly ask you to organize the day for the two of you

And your dates would almost always be shopping dates where he gives you an insane amount of outfits arranged by himself to try on and then asks you to come out to comment on them

"Please not another one..."

"But this has a cute bear on the front pocket"

"Yes, but no"

"Come on, Y/n, try this on"

"... ok"

He's the type to invent cute names for you related to the experiences you had together and use them playfully

But probably, he's the type to stick to "baby" the most

You never feel alone with him: not mentally, not emotionally and definitely not physically

His love language (other than getting whales for you lol) is quality time

He'd love to have you around at all times, even if, of course, it's not possible

He'd ask you to watch animes with him and to accompany him to the dance studio and if you have to study, you study there while he dances

So that he can come and stamp a kiss on your cheeks any time he feels like it

Do your grades get lower? Definitely, but yolo

The type to hold your hand whenever you go out together

And also the type to side-eye anyone barely looking at your direction

Sassy boy not only with people he's jealous of

But also with you, giving you the most disrespectful answers to your jokes (but you two end up laughing at all times)

He'd want you to meet his family

And when you do, he'd keep an hand on your waist at all times both to soothe you and to show his parents how much you mean for him

When you two cuddle, he always has one hand on your waist and one playing with your hair

Cuddle sessions would last for HOURS with you softly caressing his arms and neck and him caressing your cheeks and hair

And if another member barges in, he'd give him a side-eye and keep hugging you and pampering you with kisses while the poor guy backs up

And you two probably fall asleep like that

The next morning, when you wake up, you wake up to him still caressing your hair while holding you in his arms

And a good morning kiss is the first thing he asks you for

And who are you to say no?

To sum it up, Maki is an enormous green flag

[lu-vin-it]

Baby mommy au; Ellie and reader deciding to move back to Jackson for Sarah?

Moving Day

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

Baby Momma AU M.List <- For Context

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader

Pronouns Used: She/Her

Word Count: 710

Warnings: None

A/N: Not proofread bc I wanted to put it out rn lol

It wasn’t originally the plan to move back to Jackson, but when Sarah started mimicking you and Ellie more than just acting like a normal kid, i.e: her saying “Fuck”, you decided for all of you that it was time.

First, Ellie ran to Jackson to secure your house. Then, she came back with Joel to help pack. After that, you all rode back in the very cramped truck. And finally, you unloaded everything in the house, simple, right? Wrong.

1.

“Y/N? Where are my boots?” Ellie calls out, holding onto the stair railing.

“Uh.. I think we may have put them in a box..” You come downstairs, Sarah on your hip. You and Ellie sigh in sync as you guys look at the tubs in your living room. “Your converses are by the door..”

“No they aren’t.. I threw them in a box last night.” You frown.

“Shit.”

“Shit!” Sarah exclaims, giggling to herself as if she knew she shouldn’t say that. You gasp.

“Sarah!”

“Y/N!” Ellie places her hands on her hips.

“Momma!”

“Oh how the tables have turned!”

2.

“Momma! Mommmma!” You run into the living room.

“Yeah baby? What’s wrong?”

“I hear Mommy!” You look out the window and sure enough, Ellie had just pulled up.

“That’s right, come on, let's go see her.” You pick up your daughter and walk out to the porch. “Guess who she’s got? She has Papa!” Sarah claps ecstatically.

“Hey Einstein!” Ellie exclaims as she runs up the stairs. She kisses Sarah’s cheek and then pecks your lips as Joel gets out of the truck.

“Hey Joel!” You say with a wave. Sarah reaches out for him eagerly.

“Hello! How’s my favorite little girl doing?” He asks, grabbing Sarah.

“Gooood.”

The next morning, all hell broke loose. You couldn’t find the kitchen stuff, there were shoes in with blankets, and everyone was yelling— even Sarah, who thought it was a screaming match.

“Has anyone found the box for the bedroom stuff? I need to put my pillows in it!” You yelled down the stairs. You got a chorus of ‘No’s in response.

“Where do the towels go?”

“With the blankets—“ Ellie says at the same time that you say:

“With the bathroom stuff!”

“What?” You both ask in sync.

“Why would they be with the blankets?”

“Because they’re like.. small blankets? I don’t know.”

3.

On the way to Jackson, Sarah was beyond tired and no matter what you did, she just wouldn’t calm down.

“Come on baby, you need to eat this.” You say, trying to feed her a spoonful of instant oatmeal.

“No!” Sarah screams, swatting the spoon away from her face.

“I know you’re hungry, baby.. please just take a bite. It’s oatmeal! Your favorite!” She reluctantly opens her mouth and you shove the spoon in. “Thank you, baby.” She opens her mouth again and you give her another spoonful.

“Is one of your headlights out?” Joel asks with a frown.

“Oh, yeah it is. It broke a while ago.” Ellie replies, brushing it off.

“Well I can fix it for you.”

“I can fix it myself, just don’t have the parts.”

“I can get you the parts.”

“I can get them myself, I just haven’t had the chance to go on a run in a while.”

“I already have everything you need though.”

“Oh. Okay then.” You roll your eyes at the two.

4.

“Okay. How the hell did we forget three whole boxes? That’s like.. impossible.” You say, throwing your hands into the air.

“Four… bedding isn’t here either.” You throw your head back and groan.

“Dammit.”

“I’ll go drop Sarah off at Tommy’s, then we can drive back?” You nod. “Hey, think on the brightside,” Ellie takes a step towards you and puts her hands on your waist. “Now we can have some alone time.” You smile and put your arms around her neck.

“That is true.” Your girlfriend leans in and places her lips onto your own. The kiss goes on for a few seconds, but is ultimately interrupted by Sarah crying. “I’ll grab us some clothes, you take her over to Tommy’s, and then we’ll meet at the car?” She nods. “Okay. I love you.”

“Love you more.” She pecks your lips.

[jesterpillz]

Good morning guys! I just have to show off what a friend made for me! I commissioned a friend to draw Pomni and this is what I got and OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD WTF!! I’m actually getting a pair of custom Pomni themed puppy ears and my amazing friend included the design of the ears and other puppy elements and OH MY GOOOOD!!! We affectionately call her Pupni! This is currently my pfp on like every single social media platform like that’s how much I love it

Art is by my good friend Nyanslaughter and was a commission made for me (I’m posting the watermarked version in hopes no one steals it)

[despairforme]

[cornkernelcorp]

Good technically really early morning! Hope you have a good day today!

GoOood morning, my very committed friend! Thank you for coming to my inbox so often! ^^

Yes! I meant it when I said I’d give that follow back, please check them out~~

now for other things..-

Having a bee visiting and dropping these off is high tier content, you are very sweet .. have a doodle for your troubles.

Additionally, YIPPEE to 16 asks in the inbox!!

You guys have been sending so much to me and I appreciate the support <3 200 followers is a lot of people..!!! Hope to be giving ya’ll many more cookies soon.

[agonyaster]

mm more depot agent fanfic inspired by the lovely @pigdemonart’s work. one day im gonna write something for all of them i love em too much

ao3 link

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“Gooood morning everyone!” Emmet greets, waltzing into the meeting room five minutes late like nothing’s wrong.

Isadore resists the urge to grind his teeth as his boss sinks down into the chair next to his brother at the head of the table, setting down a cup of coffee for his twin. Ingo doesn’t even respond, hand propping up his head as he snores genty. There’s a sticky note with a frowny face doodled on it stuck to his forehead, and Isadore would bet his entire paycheck that Jackie put it there.

Emmet peels the sticky note off and snaps his fingers under his brother’s nose until he startles awake. He blinks blearily, and after spending a few moments in and out of consciousness, Ingo reaches for the coffee in front of him.

Someone stands and clears their throat, smiling politely at the employees gathered. Isadore recognizes them— Bailey from one of the managerial departments. Good work ethic. Low confidence. Lactose intolerant. 

“Well, uhm, now that we’re all here, I do have a few things to say on behalf of the pokémon managerial department before we get started.” They cast a glance towards the bosses. “If that’s alright with you two?”

They give a matching set of thumbs ups.

“Perfect! Okay, as I’m sure some of you know already, checkups for some of the pokémon managed by the station have just wrapped up. Things went really well, but one of our Manectric isn’t permitted to keep battling for health reasons.” Their hands fidget with the cuffs of their shirt. “We’ve already started training an Electrike to take her place and he’s just gotten cleared by the vet, so we’re full steam ahead!”

The twins snicker at that. Furze downright cackles.

“But since Manectric is retiring, she can’t really stay with the station.” From the corner of his eye, Isadore watches as Furze starts to draw a train on Ingo’s discarded sticky note. “So like we do with all other retiring pokémon, we just wanted to put a word out there that if anyone’s interested in taking her in to let us know!”

Bailey clears their throat awkwardly. “No pressure, of course! Miss Indira’s got connections and nice places for her to stay but… you know. Like to keep it local, if we can.

“Caroline’s planning to send out an email with details and everything but, uhm, we’d really appreciate it if you could get the word out to your departments. Our announcements always end up in spam folders and no one’s gotten around to fixing it yet.”

A few moments of silence pass.

“Thanks for listening, I guess I’ll just hand it off to you guys.” Bailey sinks back down into their chair and the twins pop up like a two-headed jack in the box.

The rest of the meeting goes… fine. As well as it can go with such inefficient people at the helm. Furze filled up the entire sticky note— back and front— after five minutes, and had moved onto the backs of his hands.

His shift was tolerable, a few challengers, but none that made it past the bosses. When Cameron came in and heard about the Manectric he started to cry, which was incredibly foolish. Cameron didn’t even use any of the station’s Manectric.

When he clocks out for the night, his eyes linger on the flier someone’s posted in the break room about the whole Manectric situation. When he gets home, all Isadore can think about is the grayed-out icon of Manectric on the storage system.

That night, he dreams of fur sharp as needles and affectionate nuzzles that left his hand numb.

He wakes up early the next morning and begrudgingly fills out the paperwork. It’s better not to fight it. Having to leave for work even earlier than normal is an unwelcome change to his schedule, but it’s tolerable.

“Isadore! It’s great to see you!” Kasey, accounting. Myopic. Bad temper. Youngest of four siblings. “What brings you down here?”

“I need to meet with Caroline.”

“You pass her office so much on your way down to HR, I’m sure you already know the way.”

He ignores the comment and makes his way down the hallway, stopping in front of Caroline’s door and knocking sharply. There’s a muffled sound of movement on the other side, and then someone opens the door.

“Hey there! What can I help you with?” Caroline smiles brightly and waves him in. 

Isadore doesn’t bother to sit down. “I’m here to talk about the Manectric. I’m interested in taking her in.”

“Oh! Perfect!” She settles down at her desk and starts rummaging through the drawers of her desk. “There’s a few forms I’m gonna have you fill out but-”

“There’s no need for that.” He sets the completed paperwork down on the desk, and she stares at it with wide eyes.

Caroline reaches out and flips through it, scanning the pages. “Well, you just made my job a whole lot easier.” She drums her fingers on her desk. “It’ll take a few days to go through processing and background checks— it’s policy, as I’m sure you know. But I’ll be sure to contact you once everything is cleared, of course.”

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

The next time Isadore sees Caroline, she’s grinning from ear to ear and waving a fistful of papers above her head. It doesn’t take long to sign the last form and officially transfer ownership, so he goes home with Manectric’s pokéball tucked into his pocket. 

Night one is uneventful; she spends the first half hour wandering around the apartment, smelling everything he owns. Then, after scarfing down dinner, she proceeds to make a beeline for the bathroom and hops into the tub, settling down for a nap.

The next morning, she doesn’t want to do much after having breakfast, so Isadore leaves for work without much worry. He should have worried. 

Isadore comes home to an apartment covered in stuffing. Manectric barks at him in greeting, fluff hanging out the corner of her mouth, and goes back to ripping at the couch cushion.

He bends down, screams into one of his (decimated) pillows, composes himself, and starts to pick up the mess. 

She’s still bouncing off the walls once he’s finished, and after a walk in which she almost dislocates his shoulder, Isadore’s setting up a baby gate in the kitchen and feeling thoroughly ridiculous.

Turns out, Manectric are very adept at jumping. He learns that when he comes home to Manectric in the middle of the living room and a toasted bedspread. Dragons, he should’ve removed Overheat from her moveset as soon as she came home.

But it’s fine, things are fine. He replaces her more dangerous moves with things like Protect and Thunder Wave before she can take down the power in the whole complex with a Volt Switch, accepts that the bedspread is a lost cause and throws it out, and goes for a walk even longer than the one last night. His shoulder aches, but it’s a small price to pay.

The next morning, Isadore tries his best to shove down his anxiety when he leaves for work. He’s grateful that the trashcan is tucked away into a drawer— he doesn’t think he could stomach having to clean a mess like that up. 

A voice in the back of his head that sounds like his inay tells him to just leave Manectric in her pokéball. It’s tempting, but something stops him. It just wouldn’t be fair to leave a pokémon who’s used to battling every day stuck in her pokéball all day.

Isadore spends all of his lunch break reading articles on how to fix these behavioral problems. Every one of them advises battling to get rid of excess energy but she can’t and Jackie makes fun of him for being on his phone and he comes back home to his books all over the floor some of them in multiple pieces—

It’s fine. He’s fine. He’ll make it through this. He didn’t even like Huckleberry Finn that much and this is just an excuse to throw it out without feeling bad. There’s already an HR complaint stewing in the back of his head that he can submit later to get back at Jackie. 

Tossing a tennis ball down the hallway, he deliberates on how to handle the whole… situation. Living like this isn’t an option— he won’t have an apartment to come back to at this rate and putting Manectric in her pokéball nearly every day would be cruel.

Manectric trots back over, tennis ball in her mouth, and Isadore’s struck with a thought. It isn’t an idea he particularly likes, but it’s the only option he has.

So the next day at work, he stakes out the break room until Ramses comes in for his morning coffee. When he finally does, Isadore descends upon him.

“Isadore! How have you been?” he greets with a tip of the hat, grabbing a cup from one of the cabinets.

“There’s no need for that.” He pushes a cup into Ramses’ hands. “You took in a station Manectric four years ago.”

“Er, yes I did.”

“I was just wondering, did you have any behavioral issues with them?”

Ramses hums. “A few, yeah. Had to get a whole new set of throw pillows because of him.” He chuckles. “Not that I’m exactly complaining— they look great!”

“I see.”

“Why do you ask?” His eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Wait, did you take in the one that just got retired?”

“I did,” Ramses grins at his words, “and she’s presenting me with a few… unique challenges.”

“You should’ve just said so! It’s a lot harder for pokémon so used to battling to adapt to domestic life than you think it is.” Ramses clicks his tongue. “We were lucky enough to already have a Quagsire that helped him get out excess electricity but he was still as wild as a Zorua in a Torchic coop!”

“Ah…” It’s not looking too good for the few survivors of Manectric’s first pillow mauling. Perhaps he should prepare a funeral.

“You know, why don’t we get the two together? There’s a nice park not too far away, and it’ll be good for them to get out, he can teach her how not to be so wild.”

Immediately, there’s guilt. “You really don’t have to do that, Ramses.”

“Nonsense! How does tomorrow morning sound?”

“It sounds just fine.” He coughs. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Oh, don’t mention it.” Something crackles over the radio and Ramses is off to go face a challenger, coffee still in hand.

Saturday comes faster than he’s prepared for. It’s probably because only the toilet paper was lost in Manectric’s latest attack against everything he owns. 

Ramses arrives a few minutes after he does, and while it is a little weird to see him without a hat, Isadore gets over it. Their Manectric greet each other with a few barks, copious amounts of tail wagging and sniffing, but they finish before too long.

They set off through the park and Isadore’s Manectric is weaving every which way, stopping to sniff every bush they pass and sending volts of electricity spiraling towards any Pidove that lands on the path. Ramses’ isn’t so happy about this, howling at the younger Manectric and nipping at her heels.

“Are they supposed to be doing that?” Isadore asks, trying not to let the worry taint his voice too much.

They’ve come to a stop in one of the grassier areas and the Manectric have taken this as a sign to start wrestling with each other. Sparks are flying and tails are getting pulled and he’s starting to get a little concerned. 

Ramses waves his hand dismissively. “Won’t worry, they’re just saying hi. It’s been awhile, but they did know one another back at the station. Plus, she’s getting some energy out! This is good.”

“She isn’t supposed to be battling-”

“Just because she shouldn't battle doesn't mean she shouldn't get physical exercise. It's like a walk just with more… teeth.” Ramses chortles. “At least I hope this has more teeth involved than your normal walks.”

“It does.”

“Good, good…” Ramses watches them wrestle for a few moments. “So, is there a reason why Manectric tickled your fancy? There haven’t been many retirees lately but you haven’t shown any interest in any of them.”

Isadore pauses. “Not particularly. When I was growing up, my inay— er, my mother— kept a Jolteon. Maybe that's part of it.”

“Oh, I believe it. There’s just something about being raised alongside a certain type of pokémon that inclines you to em.” Ramses hums to himself. “Maybe that’s why the twins like their bug types so much…”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, their mom had a Beautifly. She passed some years back, but memories like those stay with a kid.”

“How do you know their mother?”

Ramses stares at him in confusion for a few moments before realization dawns on his face. “I always forget, you’re just a little bit too young to have known Sonny!”

“Who?”

“The twins’ dad. Worked at the station for a long time— was one of the first people I met there. He and Ella are retired up in Anville nowadays. I should really go visit…”

“How old are you, exactly?”

Ramses snorts. “That is a secret.”

The rest of their little outing goes surprisingly well. They part ways at the entrance to the park and Manectric trots at his side the whole trip back, only breaking away to chase a Pidove once.

She’s… calm, when they get back home. Rests her head on his lap when Isadore settles down with a book and some tea. They go for another walk and she doesn’t try to rip his arm out.

That night, she falls asleep in the hallway instead of the tub. Isadore finds this out when he walks out of his bedroom and is immediately hit with enough static from the carpet to make his hair stand on end. 

He sees Ramses at work that day, and the old man smiles and waves, just like he does with any other coworker. In fact, he doesn’t bring it up until they’re leaving work on Friday.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?”

“...Yes. Yes you will.”

They meet up at the entrance of the park, just like they did last week. As they make their way through the park, Ramses just… talks. About anything, about everything. And he doesn’t even expect him to say anything back, so they just walk and he talks and Isadore listens to how brunch with Cloud and her wife went, or how Isaac scared their Quagsire with a Sliggoo watering can the other day, or how his goddaughter would be coming to visit in the next few months. 

The weather starts to turn. There’s a coffee cart in the park that recognizes them and starts to give them free scones. Isadore forgets his scarf one day and Ramses marches all the way back to his apartment to give him one. It’s a very nice scarf, warm and hand-knitted and a very pleasing shade of blue, but Isadore’s not too sure he was worth all the rush.

That was the day he met Isaac, who was enjoying an espresso when Ramses came barging in. He was a perfectly pleasant man, but his Quagsire spent the better half of their conversation trying to eat Isadore’s watch. 

Floette came bobbing out of the house alongside Ramses and started to pick flowers as soon as she laid eyes on Isadore. She places a ring of flowers atop his head and floats back towards the door, extremely annoyed when she realizes it’s been closed already.

He feels a little foolish walking around like that all day, but it would be rude to take it off. So the flower crown stays.

It doesn’t end up wilting, even with the weather it had to endure, so Isadore keeps it on a shelf in the living room. 

He does end up meeting Ramses’ goddaughter, too: a girl named Ruth who wears earrings that make a lot of noise and who always laughs at her godfather’s jokes. She’s studying linguistics in Kalos and owns a Honchkrow that swept the floor with him during her challenge to the battle subway.

“Well you two go have fun, Isaac and I are headed down to one of those fancy stationery stores down in Castelia,” she says, popping her back with an exaggerated stretch. “Need to prove to my parents that I still know how to send a letter.”

“Feel free to pick something up while you’re out, Ruthie and I will probably grab lunch before we come back.” Isaac scratches under the chins of both Manectric, who nuzzle him for more affection. “It was nice seeing you again, Isadore.”

He gives a clipped nod. “Likewise.” He’s not really sure of the last time someone said it was nice to see him.

Each pair goes their separate ways, and guilt starts to gnaw its way through Isadore’s stomach. He can’t keep going on like this.

Manectric doesn’t need these outings anymore, hasn’t for a long time. She’s stopped destroying the apartment, can discharge any excess electricity in the generator at the bottom of the complex, and has figured out how to entertain herself just fine during the day when Isadore’s at work.

He doesn’t need to keep wasting Ramses’ time like this, but a selfish part of him still wants to.

They barely make it five minutes until Isadore breaks down.

“I haven’t been… totally honest with you,” he starts, interrupting Ramses’ talk of Kalosian legends that Ruth had been teaching him about this week. 

Ramses tenses up, mouth twisting into a frown.

“Manectric doesn’t need these anymore. She’s doing wonderful at home.”

And then Ramses starts to laugh— to laugh of all things! Isadore can feel the shame rising in him.

He swipes at his eyes. “You had me worried! I thought it was something serious.”

Isadore feels like his brain has been reset. “This isn’t serious to you?”

“Not particularly. Isadore, I knew she was doing just fine months ago. She wouldn’t have even been allowed at the station if she was such a troublemaker.” He snorts, trying to stamp down the last few chuffs of laughter rising in his chest. 

“Then why didn’t you stop?”

“Because I enjoy it.” Ramses says it like it’s the most obvious thing on earth. “Do you really think I would have offered to help if I didn’t want to?”

“Well…”

Ramses looks up at him, face sincere. “I appreciate your company, Isadore. I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear enough before now.”

“You shouldn’t apologize, I’m the one who-”

“No harm no foul, right?” He chuckles and starts walking again, beckoning for Isadore to join him. “Now c’mon, we can’t let those mutts get too far without us. And they’ll probably end up hunting down those Ducklett at the pond, and then there will be some harmed fowl.”

Isadore can’t help but snort at that. Ugh. When did those jokes start being funny?

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Hi! I hope your doing alright❤️❤️ so I just was your Storytime with Morpheus and it was ahaisospssnb so good😍😍 it was super cute and I loved all the interactions with Morpheus and the kids and the reader too? I also saw your requests were open and was wondering if you'd maybe do another story relating to the teacher reader? Maybe like Morpheus comes to class again and there's a new little girl who seems to be scared of him for seemingly no reason and tells him to take his nightmares away or Jacks gonna get him. And this would surprise (and worry) them both because no one should know who Dream really is. And then they learn the kid thinks he's Pitch Black the bad guy who makes nightmares from Rise of the Guardians, (LOOK UP THE PICTURES AND COMPARE ITS HILARIOUS HIW SIMILAR THEY LOOK😂) and yeah. Then I guess reader and Morpheus would try to convince her he's nice and stuff and maybe by the end of the day the little girl is making Morpheus sit by her and sharing her snack, while reader put in the movie for the Class (and her man) while trying not to laugh! That's the idea! You totally dont have to do it if you don't want too❤️❤️❤️

Snacktime

A/N: eeeeeeee I LOVE THIS ONE so I tweaked the request a little bit, but it's the same general premise with lots of fluffiness! Also LOVE Rise of the Guardians, that movie was slept on tbh it's so gooood and YOU AIN'T WRONG Morpheus is kinda like a benevolent Pitch xD I really enjoyed writing this, thanks for sending it in!! Enjoy!

~~Requests for Morpheus and the Doctor (9-13) are open~~

I could never have guessed what would happen when I unleashed my class of eleven 4-year-olds and my ancient eldritch boyfriend upon each other. My class was utterly obsessed with him, constantly asking when he was going to visit again. I had to explain that he was very busy, and couldn’t always leave work to come see us.

However, it did not escape my notice that ever since his visit, they came in every day eager to tell me about their dreams the night before. It seemed they had grown on him as well, and I appreciated his efforts on their behalf.

About a month after his first visit, one of my students moved away, and a new student joined the class in rapid succession. That led to a whole week of late nights, filling out paperwork and getting everything labeled and ready for the new kid. Morpheus wasn’t happy with it, but I don’t think he had it in his heart to scold me once I told him about the new kid. Those gremlins really had him wrapped around their finger.

My boyfriend’s next visit to the class happened to occur on my new kid’s first day. His name was Bruce, a sweet and somewhat meek looking boy. He had huge green eyes, and was about average size for his age. When he arrived that morning, his parents helped him find his cubby and introduced themselves to me. They seemed nice, like they weren’t going to be those parents who opposed the teacher at every turn. The other kids had stopped playing on the rug to stare at the newcomer, and Bruce stared right back.

He didn’t cry when his parents left, a promising sign. I gently guided him over to the rug and got my kids’ attention. “Good morning everyone! We have a new friend joining us. This is Bruce.” There was a murmured chorus of “Hi Bruce,” before they went back to playing.

Bruce carefully dipped his toes into the chaos that was my classroom, moving to the three kids playing with dinosaurs. Over the course of the morning, he warmed up to the rest of the kids; even if he didn’t speak much, his smile grew bigger and bigger.

By the time snack rolled around, it was as if he had been in our room the whole year. They were eagerly stuffing pretzels in their mouths when Morpheus came in. They all yelled, “MR. MORPHEUS!” and ran to the door. Poor Morpheus was momentarily terrified at being swarmed by 4-year-olds, but took it all in stride.

I smiled fondly at the sight, until I realized Bruce had not joined the throng. My new friend was staring at Morpheus in what could only be described as abject terror. His eyes were wide and his bottom lip quivered as if he were about to cry. I went back to the table and crouched next to him. “Hey bud, what’s wrong?”

He mumbled, “That man, he’s scary. I know him. My- my- my mom and dad said Pitch makes you have bad dreams when you make him mad.”

I frowned to myself. Morpheus may hold the title of Nightmare King and dress like a goth prince, but he wouldn’t use nightmares to punish children. “I get you’re feeling scared,” I reassured him gently, “You’ve already had a really busy day.” I pointed to Morpheus. “I know he looks dark and scary, but I promise Mr. Morpheus is a friend. In fact, he’s my boyfriend.” A little smile touched Bruce’s face. “I promise he’s just here to read us a story and maybe play with us for a bit.”

Bruce fiddled with his little fingers, his eyes on the floor. I could tell his tiny brain was working hard to process what I said. “If you want,” I offered gently, “I’ll sit with you when he reads us a story. Sound good?” Bruce nodded as the rest of the kids shuffled and ran back to their seats, asking what story Mr. Morpheus was going to read to them.

Bruce sat on my lap as Morpheus read Rainbow Fish in that hypnotically soothing voice of his. Just like every visit before, my class was absolutely spellbound, hanging on to his every word. My brooding boyfriend was even smiling as he read, his face becoming more and more expressive for their benefit. Bruce gradually relaxed under the Dream Lord’s spell, his eyes still wide and apprehensive, but enamored of the story.

The kids clapped when he was done, and I could have sworn a little chuckle escaped Dreams lips. Even Bruce cracked a tiny smile.

~~

Bruce gradually grew more comfortable around Morpheus, no longer trembling when the dour Endless entered the classroom. Two visits later, he no longer needed to sit on my lap during story time. Morpheus made an effort to appear more inviting and less mean once I told him Bruce’s fears.

Morpheus came a little earlier than usual for his next visit- the kids had just finished cleaning up and I was passing out snack. Like usual, they swarmed him at the door, competing for his attention. He let a tiny smile touch his face as he murmured, “Good morning, little ones.” Those bright, ethereal eyes met mine, and the adoration I saw fill them stopped my breath in my lungs.

My kids dragged him to the table where their cups of pretzels were waiting. The sight of Morpheus folding his lanky limbs to sit somewhat comfortably in the tiny plastic chairs would never cease to amuse me. He sat contently and watched them eat snack, nodding along with whatever they told him.

To my surprise, Bruce pushed his chair over so he was sitting next to Morpheus. I watched tensely, hoping and praying Dream wouldn’t accidentally undo all the progress Bruce had made. The child held out his cup of pretzels, clearly offering to share them with the man who once terrified him.

Morpheus hesitated, his first instinct to refuse and make some excuse about not needing to eat. I caught his eye and gave him a look: Don't you dare refuse this kid trying to overcome his fear and build a connection with you. His mouth gaped slightly like a fish, but he gave me a barely noticeable nod. Dream turned back to Bruce with a gentle smile and said “Thank you” as nimble fingers plucked a pretzel from the cup and stuck it in his mouth.

I felt my eyes well up when Bruce returned the smile and ate his own pretzel.

A few minutes later, Dream moved to the front of the room to read the day’s story. As usual, my kids paid rapt attention to the words coming out of his mouth, their remaining pretzels forgotten. Bruce had scooted his chair a little closer, staring at Dream with those big emerald eyes. My chest felt tight, like it couldn’t contain all the joy growing inside it. This was the kind of thing I lived for as a teacher.

When Morpheus was done with the book, the kids cleaned up their cups and Mike came to get them for recess. As usual, they yelled their goodbyes to Dream as they sprinted to their cubbies for coats and gloves. Bruce was last to the door, veering cautiously towards Morpheus. I gave my boyfriend a little nudge and gestured to Bruce.

Slowly, so as not to startle him, Dream lowered himself to one knee, resting his forearm on his other leg. He was now approximately at eye level with Bruce, waiting for the child to make the first move. I could see the boy working up his courage, the cogs in his brain working to make a decision.

He took a few running steps before throwing himself at Morpheus, wrapping the Endless in the most affectionate hug a four year old was capable of. Dream was undeniably startled; this was clearly the last thing he expected. It was also one of the last things I had expected of Bruce, at least at this point in time.

Slowly, carefully, Morpheus moved his arms to return the embrace. It was somewhat loose, made so both by the Dream Lord’s lean and lanky arms, as well as his general discomfort with physical affection from those he wasn’t familiar with. But, he didn’t reject the gesture, instead maintaining the contact like a warm, breathing statue until he felt the boy pull away. Bruce ran to his cubby with a “Bye Mr. Morphss!” and a big smile. Mike was waiting for him at the door, and guided him to follow the rest of the class.

I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding as silence descended over the room, my beaming gaze bouncing back and forth between Bruce’s cubby and my boyfriend. These two that I loved so deeply had both come so far in their own ways, both on their own and with each other- I was prouder of them than I could say.

[sentient-cloud]

gooood morning do u have any pride icons for maulwurf. the boinky. the swuishy. the silley explodey cult apologistey.

This guy … Sorry about The Old one buddy … you know I know this horse, maybe y’all can make a support group or something

[sopebubbles]

Chapter Fourteen

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: lots of angst here folks. internal slutshaming and body dysmorphia, references to past forced drug use...on a lighter note, Namjoon shows his nasty side at the very beginning here...there's comfort in this too!

A/n from beastie🐾: Please be nice to Val here! She's working very hard on trying to accept herself but her doubts keep bubbling up. I will say that this is the climax of her self doubt, so from here on out we'll see her start to accept herself more and have more positive relationships with the men. 💕💕💕💕💕 Also sopebubbles 🧼 wrote all the Yoongi parts so if you want to melt and cry and scream all at the same time, that was all her doing and I did the exact same thing UGH ITS SO GOOOOD.

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It was still early when Namjoon heard Jungkook finally go to his bedroom next door. That was curious. Normally if Jungkook fell asleep by the pool, he’d stay there all night. Then came a second set of footsteps and hushed whispers. He’d recognize your voice anywhere. So that’s what had happened. Namjoon ignored the paperwork on the ornate, oak desk in front of him and let his mind wonder. Would you guys shower together afterwards? Jungkook had his own bathroom after all. Or maybe Jungkook would opt for the bathtub instead so you could lean against his chest as his tattooed hand found your clit under the water? Would you let him kiss away the gasps escaping your mouth as he toyed with you?

Namjoon wanted to go in and check on you, but he knew it was better to let you both sleep. No matter what kind of work out the two of you had gotten up to this morning, you probably needed it. 

Namjoon hissed at his own thoughts, realizing how hard he was under his satin pajama pants. Reaching into his pants, he wished he could watch Jungkook toy with you. He wondered absently which parts of your body were the most sensitive. Maybe there was a special part of your neck that made you wet and begged to be fucked. Namjoon wondered if Jungkook was able to find those places as he began to rub the precum over the tip of his penis with his thumb. He knew how thick Jungkook’s cock was, what it was like to be held down by him. However strong Jungkook looked, in reality he was stronger. He wondered if you got to experience what it was like to be caged in Jungkook’s arms and whining for more. Maybe one day you’d tell Namjoon all about how good Jungkook feels in your pussy between soft licks to the head of his cock. Maybe he’d get to feel you moan around his cock in your throat as Jungkook took you from behind.

Namjoon was moaning now as he stroked himself slowly. Or maybe you had been bossy? Jungkook has always been so eager to please. You could have instructed him to hold still as you used his cock for your own pleasure. Not letting him touch you as you took what you wanted and left scratch marks on his chest. Would Jungkook be the one helpless to how good your pussy feels? Would he cry trying not to come before you did? Would he tell you over and over how good you feel clenching around him? Maybe Namjoon could hold Jungkook while you fucked him. Namjoon knew how sensitive Jungkook’s nipples were. Did you find that out too? Maybe Namjoon could pinch and twist his nipples, nibbling Jungkook’s ears from behind as you had your way with him? Both you and Namjoon could tell Jungkook that he was a good boy. Namjoon knew that being called a good boy made Jungkook reach orgasm impossibly fast. What if he came too early? Getting you wet with his seed before you had even come? Would you let Namjoon finish the job? Would you call Namjoon Daddy as he pushed Jungkook’s seed back inside you with his fingers to keep you messy for him? Would you let Namjoon come inside too? Spasming around his cock and calling out for him as remnants of both him and Jungkook were kept inside you? Would you let Namjoon’s cock go soft inside you, letting you fall asleep on Daddy’s chest?

“Fuuuck,” Namjoon cursed as his orgasm hit him without warning. He slumped in his chair, feeling exhausted before realizing that he got cum all over his pajamas. “Shit.”

He changed his clothes quickly, feeling gross about his fantasies as he did so. Jungkook accepted Namjoon the way he was, but he wasn’t sure if you ever would. Somehow it seemed wrong to even think of you in such a way without your permission. And in hindsight, Namjoon didn’t even know if you and Jungkook had even slept together. Maybe you were training and needed something from his room. Namjoon couldn’t remember ever wanting someone so physically before. At least since he and Jungkook had gotten together.

He knew he wasn’t the only one in Bangtan that was falling for you. He had seen the way his most trusted men desired you. Especially Yoongi, who looked at you with a special kind of softness he had never seen from his hyung before. 

He pulled away from his depraved thoughts and started to focus on the events of last night, worrying instead for his friend who had been shot. It was unusual for Hoseok to make mistakes during a mission like this. There had to have been something that made him act reckless. Or maybe the cops had been aware he was there? No. That was near impossible. Nobody Namjoon had ever met matched Hoseok’s level of stealth. There was no way they should have seen him coming.

“I want to hold him, Joon,” Seokjin blinked up at his leader, eyes glistening. “I want to hold him so bad, but he looks so small and fragile and…”

When Namjoon entered Yoongi’s clinic, Seokjin was already there, holding Hoseok’s hand softly and trying to keep from falling asleep. The steady beeping of monitors made the clinic seem like a real hospital room. Hoseok looked to be a shadow of himself as he lay on the bed, pale and unmoving. Seokjin startled when he heard Namjoon approach.

“How long have you been awake?” Namjoon asked, placing a comforting hand on his hyung’s shoulder.

“I don’t know,” Seokjin sighed. “Yoongi tried to get me to sleep in a guest room, but I kept imagining…” Seokjin didn’t finish the sentence. Namjoon didn’t have to see the older man’s face to know he was barely keeping himself together. Namjoon squeezed his shoulder in understanding.

“You better lay down and rest,” Seokjin admonished, pulling himself off of Namjoon and wiping his eyes.

Namjoon got to his knees, allowing Seokjin to drape over his shoulders as he pulled the older into a hug. Moments like this were rare with Seokjin, who despite his carefree demeanor was always calculated in how he presented himself. There were many times when Seokjin had been the only person that Namjoon had felt like he could open up to, so he was glad to return the favor as he held his hyung.

“You guys are acting like we’re called Bangtan for nothing,” Hoseok grumbled, hoarse and wincing as he tried to sit himself up in the bed. The monitors started beeping a little faster. 

“The pain meds are wearing off,” Yoongi advised, going into his cabinet for more morphine. “You broke two ribs, you know.”

“I rest easier when you’re holding my hand,” Hoseok admitted, reaching out for Seokjin who happily obliged. Hoseok settled back down on the bed with a content hum, Seokjin placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“Is everything okay?” There was no hiding the grogginess of Yoongi’s voice as he stepped in.  He also had trouble sleeping last night, thoughts a confusing swirl of desire and fear. He had just exhausted himself to the point of falling asleep when he heard the monitoring system in his room spike and he rushed to his clinic.

“I’m okay, hyung,” Hoseok’s voice was still hoarse, but he smiled nonetheless. “Breathing hurts more than I remember though.”

“Is that all?” Hoseok joked, making Seokjin laugh next to him. 

“Actually,” Namjoon started. “Before you give that to him, Yoongi, I was wondering if Hoseok could tell us what happened yesterday.”

Hoseok squeezed Seokjin’s hand and closed his eyes, thinking back to the night before. 

“I just lost my footing on the catwalk, hyung, that’s all. I was waiting for them to finish the job and then…” Hoseok made a whistling noise to indicate his falling.

“Is there something wrong with the catwalk? Do we need to have it fixed? I don’t want other people getting hurt.”

“I’m sure it’s fine, I was just clumsy.”

Yoongi cleared his throat behind them, “I do think it’s best that my patient isn’t in any discomfort right now.”

“It’s just that you’re normally not that clumsy and everyone has direct orders not to rush an attack unless one of us is threatened, so I just want to make sure…”

“Namjoon,” it was Seokjin who spoke, a harshness in his eyes that he leveled at his leader. “Let it go.”

Something wasn’t sitting right with Namjoon, but he took Seokjin’s advice. His priority was his men’s wellbeing and he definitely didn’t want Hoseok to be in any pain, “I’m sorry,” Namjoon sighed, shaking his head. “You’re right, it’s not important and I’m out of line. I hope you feel better, Hobi.”

Hoseok hummed a quiet appreciation, eyes still closed, his energy fading again as his body worked hard to heal him. 

By midmorning, Namjoon decided he should go to Jungkook’s room. There was no sign of either of you in the house, and Namjoon knew that if he let the man sleep too late, he'd be grumpy. He wasn't entirely surprised to see that Jungkook was already awake. It was a little more shocking to see you dozing on Jungkook's chest. He had heard about your new-found cuddliness, but seeing it with his own eyes was something else. Jungkook raised a finger to his lips after he locked eyes with his lover, while his other hand rested gently against his shoulder.

As softly as possible, Namjoon padded to the end of Jungkook's bed and sat carefully. His hand rested only inches from where he could see the lump of your foot. You were so close but so far away and he ached to be able to lay a gentle and reassuring hand on your body, even over the covers. Even such a small amount of intimacy seemed impossible, though you'd shared more with so many of his men. Jin might be the only other man to not have touched you since he met you. But he could wait until you were ready and gave him your permission. 

"How is she?" Namjoon asked, hardly more than mouthing the words. Jungkook merely gave him a soft, satisfied smile back. One Namjoon was very familiar with. 

"Did you…?" Namjoon wondered, trying to tone down the lasciviousness of his question out of respect for you, but Jungkook knew it was there, under the surface, speaking from the desirous light in his eyes. Jungkook would know just how much his lover wanted you even if he hadn't ever said anything, and he had. Before he could make any kind of answer, you began to stir, nudging your nose against his chest as you muttered his name. 

"Good morning again, beautiful," Jungkook grins at you, and you return a hazy smile. 

"Did I drool on you?" You asked, remembering the last time you woke up on someone's chest, but still too sleepy to feel embarrassed, yet.

"I don't know, but Joon has a spit kink, so you should let him check."

None of Jungkook's words made sense to you. Why would he bring up Namjoon? You rubbed your eyes and yawned, and as you turned slightly away from Jungkook, stretching your legs out, your foot met a solid object. Your eyes flew open as you sat up in the huge bed. Your breath got caught in your throat when you saw the leader perched at the foot of the bed, watching you in perfect calm. You clutched the sheets to your chest, but you were anything but naked. You and Jungkook had both changed into clean shirts and sweatpants before you'd snuggled up together. 

"What are you doing here?" You sputtered. 

Namjoon instantly regretted startling you. He should have waited for you to be ready, or not been so close, or looked more disinterested. But it was too late. 

"It's okay, Val. I'm sorry I surprised you. I just came to check on Jungkook and see how you two were doing."

You relaxed slightly, but your confusion grew. "Jungkook's okay, isn't he?" You looked him over. You hadn't noticed if he'd gotten any wounds yesterday that went unaddressed. You had seen his whole naked body just hours ago, and he was the very picture of health. "Is there something to be worried about?"

Jungkook smirked and brushed a bit of hair over your shoulder, allowing his fingers to give just a little bit of pressure, so you could feel him touch you and know he wanted to. "I'm perfectly fine, Val. Joonie just knows I don't usually sleep so late, so he came to make sure everything is alright. Didn't you?" 

"Right." The man nodded.

"You guys sure do know a lot about each other's habits." You chuckled awkwardly.

The men shared a look. The elder opened and closed his mouth several times before he could decide what to say.

"Val, do you know Kookie and I are lovers?"

Your thoughts came to a screeching halt before picking up again in a rush. Were all the men in Bangtan in these types of relationships? With each other? What did it mean that first Taehyung and now Jungkook had slept with you. To be honest, your grasp of human sexuality was limited and your experience of relationships even moreso. But none of that really mattered to you at the moment except—Was Namjoon mad at you now?

You were moving off the bed before you could complete that thought, much less reason your way through it. If you had slept with Namjoon's lover and Namjoon was mad at you now, you could imagine what would come next, and it wasn't going to be cruel. You dashed toward the door of Jungkook’s room, swung it open and crossed into your own room, slamming the door behind you in a flash.  

The boys looked at each other with concern, but reacted slowly, each thinking through their own ways of how to reach and reassure you. 

 Namjoon reached your door first, Jungkook a step or two behind him, but he hesitated. Going into Jungkook's room, where he had an open invitation was one thing. Knowing now how much the news of their relationship had scared you, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt at seeing you so vulnerable and at peace, intimately holding his lover in the way he craved being held by both of you. Feeling like he had already crossed a boundary, he couldn’t justify going into your room without your permission. It conflicted with every principle he stood for.

Jungkook, however, couldn't bear watching Namjoon torture himself. He knew Namjoon cared a lot about privacy and personal space and boundaries. But Jungkook had an uncommon sense of which boundaries needed to be pushed and when. And right now he knew you were under some kind of misapprehension that could only be corrected if he could see you and talk to you. He knocked on the door and called out to you. 

"Val, everything is okay. I'm going to come in so I can show you that everything is fine," he warned before he gripped the handle and found it was unlocked. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You wept as you crouched into a corner between the bed frame and the night stand. "I didn't know!"

Jungkook gave a worried look to Namjoon, who looked completely gutted by your reaction. Seeing you making yourself small and covering your face as if to protect yourself broke his heart and crushed his hopes. Had he not done enough to show you he would never, ever hurt you?

Jungkook got low as he came toward you, his hands open and visible, but relaxed. He crouched in front of your trembling figure before he spoke. "Val, no one is going to hurt you. No one is upset." A beat passed, but you didn't relax. "Can we talk? We'll explain, and you'll see that everything is okay."

You looked anxiously at Jungkook and then up at Namjoon, but not to his face. You couldn't. You looked back at your knees and remained tense. The man closest to you frowned and turned back to the one still in the door. Jungkook motioned for him to get down. It was impossible for Namjoon not to look big, but looming over you wasn't going to help matters. He squatted and moved a few feet into the room before sitting on the ground, still quite a distance away from you and Jungkook.

"I didn't know he was yours," you muttered with a glance in his general direction. 

Jungkook chuckles lightly. "That's not your fault. We're good at being discreet, even at home. And just because I'm his and he's mine, doesn't mean anyone is mad. You did nothing wrong. No one is going to punish you or hurt you."

"I won't allow it, even for myself. I'll never hurt you, Val. I swear it." Namjoon's voice was steady and earnest. 

You released a small amount of your tension, so that you weren't holding yourself quite so tightly, and leaned back against the side of your bed. You studied your knees for a moment as you tried to breathe. It was clear they wanted to talk, which was not something you had ever been good at, so you tried to sort through your thoughts. Luckily, neither of the men rushed you through the uncomfortable silence, allowing your initial fear to subside. Finally, your gaze slid up to Jungkook's face.

"Why did you fuck me? I didn't force you!" You winced at your accusatory tone. You couldn't blame him, not when this was your mess. "Did I?" You questioned more doubtfully, quietly. 

Jungkook's face fell and he had to restrain himself from reaching out to touch you, any part of you. "No, Val, you didn't. I did it because you wanted me to and I wanted to. And I'd do it again, any time you wanted to. It was fun and amazing and it felt like a privilege."

Tears blurred your vision and slipped down your cheeks when you turned your eyes to look at Namjoon. "I don't understand." It was nothing more than a whimper.

"Val, why don't you sit on the bed and get comfortable so we can answer your questions?" Namjoon's voice was gentle, which only served to confuse you further. 

But your knees were beginning to ache, so you crawled up to sit in the very middle of the king size mattress that had always felt much too big and empty for you alone. You took one of the pillows and hugged it to your chest. You made sure to sit away from the headboard so you would have room to run if you needed it, but they were still between you and the door anyway. Once you were settled, curled around your pillow, the men shared a strained look and both rose to their feet. Namjoon could tell just by looking at you and the distant gaze in your eyes getting further away that he was going to have to strike a very fine balance between letting you sort through your thoughts and letting you get lost in them.

"Can we sit, Val?" 

Your head jerked up at his question and you met Namjoon's eyes for the first time. "It's your house. Your bed. You can sit wherever you want."

"This room is yours. And wherever you are, your personal space is yours. I will always need your permission to enter it, even if we someday know each other well enough that I don't need to ask, you can always take that permission away and ask me to leave. Do you understand?"

You closed your eyes tight, forcing residual tears from the waterline, so you buried your face in the pillow, muttering to yourself, "tonta, idiota que no entienda nada." But you never felt the weight on the bed shift, so you grunted out loudly, "sit!"

Jungkook sat cross-legged like you, close enough for his knee to touch you, needing a tiny bit of contact that could seem accidental, even if Namjoon might chastise him for his carelessness. But you didn't react and neither did the leader. Namjoon placed himself closer to the edge of the bed, but far enough inside that his feet hung off it, floating in mid air. When he reclined himself, laying on his side and his head propped on his hand, he was below you. This way he was able to see your face even if you wouldn't raise your head. 

"Can you tell us what's confusing you, so we can help?" Namjoon asked gently. For a moment you didn't move or speak, too overwhelmed by the sheer number of things you didn't understand. "It doesn't matter what it is. Ask us anything and we will give you an answer if we can. Whatever it is, you don't need to be ashamed."

Your stomach twisted at the word. You felt you had more than enough to be ashamed about, and verbalizing it to them seemed like too much. But you tried to sort through the hundreds of questions buzzing like bees inside your head.

"You never act like how you should," you finally uttered. That was the root of the problem with him, or at least one of them. You expected worse of him that he gave you, and it confused you every time. 

"How should I act?"

You sighed. "Everything here is yours. Everything in this house belongs to you. Everyone here is under your control. But you ask permission. You never get mad. You don't…" there was a list of actions you knew he could take at any given moment, but they were so foreign from him that you couldn't even speak them. "You speak and act gently and I get confused."

Namjoon felt another painful twinge upon the fault line you had been tearing in his heart for weeks. "No one belongs to me, Val. Not Jungkook and certainly not you. I love Jungkook but he is free to do anything he likes, even you, or anyone else. If he wants to leave, it would break my heart, but he can and there isn't a person on earth who I would let stop him. You expect me to control everything here, just because I can, but that isn't the man I am or ever want to be. I know," Namjoon paused to take a deeper breath, choosing his words carefully. "I know what kind of men you're used to. That's the kind of man my father was. He needed to control the people around him. He wanted to be feared and obeyed. He thought it made him powerful. But I think real power only comes from controlling yourself, not others. So you can always be in control of yourself here." 

Your head shook. He was confusing you again. "But you asked first. Can't you just do what you want?"

"Those aren't the same thing. My control ends where yours begins. I can hold myself back from doing anything I want for your sake. Because if I did whatever I wanted, we would be having this conversation with you in my lap."

At that you let out a strangled squeak. Jungkook laughed, a broad smile stretching his lips as he looked between you and Namjoon. "I think maybe she likes the sound of that, hyung."

Namjoon smiled back at him. "Me, too, but that's probably a bit much for today. You can hold onto Jungkook though, if you'd like."

You looked cautiously at Jungkook. He turned his palm up on his knee in case you would like to take his hand. But you didn't. You tugged the pillow tighter to your chest and looked at the bed spread in front of you. Jungkook tried not to feel hurt by the rejection. 

"There's something else I'm confused about." Neither man said anything but waited patiently for you to continue. "You two have sex together, and Jimin and Tae have sex, but you and Tae both had sex with me. Is it…is it because I'm kind of…"

"Manly?" Jungkook's voice was thick with amusement and you whined. He barked a laugh and knocked his body into yours, his arm going around your waist. "No, Val! It's 'cause you're hot!"

"But you like men!"

"And women! And sex in general. I'm bisexual, if you wanna put a label on it, and so are Namjoon and Taehyung."

"So you don't like me because I look like a man?" You still couldn't look at him. 

"You look very much like a woman to me. Where would you get an idea like that?" 

Painful memories and words from Joaquin repeated in your head from your boxing days. Years of steroids made your shoulders square and your muscles defined. Your hair grew in unsightly places more easily than you imagined most women did. Your voice had never quite lost the roughness it gained while you were forced to take injections. Your breasts were small, your clit was large…there was so much about you that seemed out of place with being a woman. Now that you were more in control of your image, you worked hard at trying to maintain a soft, feminine figure but some days it felt like nothing you ever did was enough to hide what was once your reality. And these men who liked other men…did they only like you because they thought you looked like a man too? 

Namjoon could see the distraction in your eyes even if he didn't know the direction of your thoughts. He wouldn't push you to tell him where you got that idea. Not today. But he wanted to bring you back and not let you get lost. He nudged Jungkook with his large foot and when the boy looked up at him with his soft doe eyes, he nodded in your direction. 

Jungkook cleared his throat. "Well, whatever you think, I'm attracted to you. I have been since I first saw you, and Namjoon has always known it. He doesn't mind at all."

"Why not?" You interjected, looking at Namjoon. 

"Because the way I love Kookie is by respecting his choices and his right to do as he pleases."

"But don't you feel jealous or possessive? Aren't you mad at all that we had sex?"

Namjoon shook his head. "Love doesn't mean that I own him. And it doesn't mean that he can only desire me or that I can satisfy his needs. And I –" he paused a moment to choose his words, to decide if it was right to say them. "If I'm jealous of anything, it's that he got to sleep with you. But I'm not upset."

"Why would you be jealous of that?"

Your ignorance was endearing, even if it bordered on the unbelievable. "Because he wants to fuck you, too, beautiful," Jungkook whispered to you while his eyes watched Namjoon close enough to see the shiver that ran through the man at the mention of you and him together. 

Your head snapped to face him. "You do?"

Namjoon swallowed, recalling his fantasy from earlier. He couldn't seem to stop thinking of ways he wanted to fuck you. "I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about it." His voice remained casual, as if it wasn't shocking news to you, as if he wasn't beginning to feel hot. "I'd like to have sex with both of you, together."

"Now?" You asked, louder than you meant. 

Namjoon couldn't help an amused and endeared smile. 

"No, honey, not now. But some time, if you feel like you want that, I would be very into that. I think I could make you feel good. I want to watch you and Jungkook make each other feel good. But only if you want it too."

Your head felt a little hazy at the thought of being with the two men already on your bed, wrapped up in sweaty, mindless passion. But they weren't the only ones in your thoughts. There was still Tae, and Yoongi, who you hadn't done more than kiss with but still your body ached for him. "But what about the…"

"The what, baby?" The pet name slipped thoughtlessly from his lips, Namjoon’s mind too filled with affection for you and determined for you to know it, so he wouldn't correct himself. 

"The others," you finished quietly, and lowered your face in shame. 

Formly speaking, Namjoon knew you had a point. It wasn’t an explicit discussion his men had gone over yet. They would certainly need to, just in case anyone was harboring possessive feelings. But truth be told, even if one of them felt entitled to you over the others, he wouldn’t allow it. He would only allow what you wanted, and if you wanted them all, then that’s what you should have. He thought of Taehyung and his reckless bravado when he first started dating you. Maybe he would feel jealous, but somewhere in Namjoon’s heart he could tell his adopted brother was changing.The way he no longer demanded to be part of your space was a sign of his changing attitude and if any residual entitlement lingered, Namjoon would make it clear to Taehyung that any relationship that happened with you had to be your choice. He certainly didn’t mind the idea of you being with Jungkook or Yoongi or Hoseok or any of the other men as long as you were happy. As long as they respected you and you felt safe. Namjoon felt sure that the men he trusted most in the world would also feel this way.

“We’ll talk to them,” the leader assured you. “But please understand that our feelings are authentic. It’s not my place to confess for other people, but when you hear how special you are to us, please don’t second guess our feelings. That hurts way more than thinking about you and Jungkook together ever could.” Namjoon wanted to scoot closer to you and lay his head on your lap. If only you could see how desperately he was at your mercy.

“I’ll…try,” you stammered, lifting your head off your pillow so you could face Namjoon. His eyes were kind and pleading and despite yourself you wanted to believe that everything he was telling you was true. It was just… “It’s hard,” you choked back a sob. “I don’t have anything to offer you.”

Namjoon sat up at this, scooting closer but still not touching you. “Caring for someone is not grounded in what you can offer them,” he explained.

Jungkook laughed tenderly, “Yeah, it’s not like we’re hoping to get your family’s plumpest pig in exchange for your hand in marriage.”

You knocked your shoulder into Jungkook’s, groaning at his comment, “You know what I mean.”

“Not really,” Jungkook mused. “We’re happy to have you here and that’s enough. What could you possibly offer us that’s better than that?”

“I’m happy here too,” you admitted. You were scared to death to say these words out loud, but there it was. A truth you couldn’t escape. You were happy living at the Bangtan house and it made everything you wanted after that feel greedy and vile. Their kindness alone bordered on too much, but you didn’t know how to explain this to the two men on your bed.

“Val,” Namjoon said, refocusing your attention. “There is no match you have to fight, or mission you have to complete or role you must take on to prove you’re worthy of being here. You are enough.”

Namjoon was so close and you desperately wanted to be held by him, no longer wanting to lose yourself in your thoughts or needing space. If his words were true, why wasn’t he holding you tight so you felt safe in his arms?

With a giggle you let yourself melt into the men who, even for just a moment, let you believe you could maybe be enough.

Jungkook sensed your thoughts, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “You have to ask.”

“Namjoon,” You pleaded. “Can you hold me please?”

“Of course, baby.” And just like that you were in his lap, his arms wrapped around you and chin resting gently on the top of your head. It thrilled the large man to feel how tiny you were in his arms, like he could protect you from anything. You sighed happily, feeling warmth spread through your body as Namjoon nuzzled into your hair. Jungkook smiled fondly at the sight, scooting closer to rest his head on Namjoon’s shoulder.

Your doubts began to fade away as you felt your breath sync up with Namjoon’s. A part of you knew they’d be back, but if your happiness was fleeting then you would have to soak up every moment for everything it offered. You heard Jungkook hum happily above you, and you glanced up to see Namjoon kissing him softly. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped you, making the men break apart and turn their attention to you. Their beauty was overwhelming, making your cheeks heat as you took them in upclose. Jungkook, already so good at reading what you wanted, leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips, so much more chaste than the ones you had shared earlier but it left you wanting more.

“Your turn, hyung,” Jungkook instructed, pulling away to leave room for Namjoon. Your heart was beating heavily in your chest as Namjoon lifted your chin to face him, reminding you again of how his size compared to yours. He did all but close the distance, breath ghosting over your lips for an extra moment before you could no longer take it and pressed your lips to his. You twisted in his lap, wanting to feel more of him, but he pulled away.

“Baby, I’m thrilled you want this, too,” Namjoon confessed. “But I want to take my time with you and right now, feeling you lay against me is enough.” As if they sensed you pouting, they snuggled into each side of your neck making you squeal and squirm. “Let us savor this,” Namjoon mouthed against your neck. 

Even though Namjoon and Jungkook had been reassuring about your place in the household, you had asked to spend some time alone today to try to piece some of your thoughts together. It was easy to feel comforted when they were pressed against you and quieting your insecurities, but you also needed to figure out what all this meant for you too. For that reason, you told the men not to count you in for dinner that evening. 

Jungkook took his seat at the dinner table uneasily as Jimin and Taehyung finished setting the table. Tae picked up one of the dining chairs and moved it against the wall, leaving a space at the table just as Jin brought Hobi to the table in a wheelchair. 

"Did you tell Val that dinner is ready?" Yoongi asked as everyone else settled into their chairs, yet the seat between him and Hoseok remained vacant.

Jungkook cleared his throat nervously and glanced at Namjoon, who gave him a soft smile and an almost imperceptible nod of encouragement. 

"Val isn't joining us tonight. I told her dinner was ready," he added as Yoongi looked like he was going to jump in. "But she asked for some time alone, and as you know, what Val wants, Val gets."

Jungkook glanced at the leader, whose authority backed him up. "As long as she doesn't hurt herself," Namjoon added with an understanding look at Yoongi.

The doctor's hands clenched into fists under the table, but he could only be angry and frustrated with himself. He should have gone to you already and tried to fix things from last night. To tell you that everything was okay, and he was sorry, and he wouldn't kiss you again if that's what you wanted. But he should also tell you that he would like to do it again, that he loves you. He should go and tell you everything that was in his heart. But you wanted to be alone and it was all his—

"I want to be upfront with you guys." Jungkook's voice was very close to trembling as he broke through Yoongi's spinning thoughts. The youngest man's eyes looked from Yoongi across the table and then to Taehyung at his side, then down to his plate. "Val and I had sex. This morning. It was spontaneous, but it was what she asked for and obviously what I wanted. Joon and I talked to her about how our relationship works, and how we feel about her. We think—we hope—she understood. She just needs a little time to…take it all in."

Namjoon squeezed his lover's hand under the table and gave Jungkook the courage to look up at his hyungs. Around the table, Jimin and Hoseok sat opposite each other with twin looks of exhilarated shock, their mouths hanging wide open as they looked at their maknae. Jin wore an amused smile, trying to keep in a chuckle.

When he looked to his right, Jungkook expected to see anger, or a look of betrayal, but Taehyung was calm. Not like an angry, calm before the storm, ready to explode calm, but a resigned one. Taehyung had understood weeks ago that all of them would care for you. Maybe he'd even feared that months ago and had kept you away. The way things stood now, he didn't feel any claim to you, at least not one he deserved. And if it was really what you wanted, like Jungkook said, what else could there be to the matter?

At once everyone's eyes shifted over to Yoongi. The silence was fraught and seemed to have lasted for minutes, even though it had only been seconds. Yoongi's expression was opaque. Although Yoongi was never considered an expressive man by any of them, there wasn't a single man at the table who doubted that he was entirely in love with you. They expected to see jealousy, but Yoongi only appeared thoughtful. 

Hundreds of questions yelled inside Yoongi's brain at once, he could hear only a few of them. Had you truly wanted Jungkook? Did he treat you well? Did you enjoy yourself? Are you okay? Did you need anything? He even had a few questions for Jungkook. Did you take care of her? Is she as incredible as I imagine? What's it like to have her in your arms? 

A question asked itself but he pushed it away. What does this mean for us?

He settled for, "did you use protection?"

Jungkook smiled in spite of himself and turned a light shade of pink as he looked at his plate. "Of course, Yoongi hyung."

"And she's okay?"

"Yeah, a little in her head, but she seemed good."

"Good. Food's getting cold." Yoongi stood to ladle soup into Namjoon's bowl. The others quickly began to remark on the dishes in front of them and handed their bowls to the man, anxious to make noise before the tension could return.

As night fell, your thoughts took a turn for the worst and there was no hope of sleeping. Again. How could you sleep at night when you'd behaved so badly in the previous 24 hours? Even after Namjoon's explanation of poly relationships, even though the boss himself had been pleased that you'd slept with his boyfriend, even if Jungkook treated you more affectionately than any other human ever had done, you were certain you must still be an intolerable slut. The kind of love and trust and openness that Namjoon had described to you sounded, frankly, lovely. And even putting your transgression the previous night with Yoongi aside—you knew, or at least you were pretty sure, that Yoongi would be forgiving about your behavior, because he was much too good a person to hold it against you. Even without that, you weren't a lovely enough person to participate in that kind of love. You were something different from these men. You had been incredibly wary of them initially—you would never admit to being frightened—assuming that they were the kind of men you had known in this life before. But each day you spent with Bangtan only proved they weren't your sort at all. They were something different entirely. And accepting as they might be, you did not belong. You sullied them with your presence. Every moment you remained brought more and more disgrace upon them. No matter what Namjoon or Jungkook would try to make you believe, the reality was you were not enough.

You were sliding out from between the expensive sheets of your borrowed bed before you even completed the thought. Your duffle bag sat at the bottom of the mostly empty closet between the bedroom and bathroom, and you quickly stuffed it full of everything you owned. The same way it had been when you entered this house. It only took you a few minutes to remove your clothes from the drawers and hangers. You shoved in the dirty clothes from the hamper, too. Jungkook, you noticed, did laundry frequently and had taken your items without asking on a few occasions—not that you minded. He hadn't had time to get to it today. 

You had heard Jungkook's door close half an hour ago while you tossed and turned. You had wanted, briefly, to go back into his room and ask to sleep with him again, but you couldn't. Was that where your thoughts had begun to spiral down? The desire crept over your again as you stood with your bag hanging over your shoulder. You stared at the door knob. It seemed to be waiting for you to reach out and turn it. But you couldn't. 

The house was quiet and you could hear Jin's snores at the other end of the hallway. Something within you ached for the fact that you wouldn't get to know that man any better. He was still a mystery to you and so he would remain. Perhaps he would simply be relieved that you were out of their way and out of their lives when you were gone. Perhaps Jimin would feel the same way, in spite of the friendship that has recently begun to blossom between you two. You'd even miss him, you thought as you stood between the door to the basement and the one to Yoongi's clinic. 

You just wanted to check on Hoseok, you told yourself. You hadn't been to visit him all day because you were avoiding Yoongi, but you wanted to assure yourself he was alive and on the mend before you left the mansion. Hoseok laid in the hospital bed in the corner of the room just as still and peaceful looking as he had last night, when you kissed Yoongi. Something tempted you to touch him, and you couldn't resist the way your finger extended to trace the edge of his hand.

Yoongi's eyes opened the moment your foot stepped down the first stair. Since you'd moved into the house, he had become keenly attuned to your steps. They were so different from the others, lighter even when you weren't trying. Maybe that's why they were so easy to pick up, why he always knew when you were moving about the house and where you were going. 

Perhaps it was just that he'd been wondering when you would make a run for it since the day you'd come and told them who you really were. Running was part of who you were, wasn't it? He didn't need to be attuned to you to anticipate such an action. The possibility had been on his mind since the moment you'd rushed out after he kissed you. Whatever Jungkook and Namjoon said, he'd been wondering since he heard the news if this would overwhelm you. He hated himself for pushing you so close to the edge before you were ready. The others would probably forgive him, but would he forgive himself? 

No.

He was already getting out of bed when he heard the door to his clinic open. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe you were coming to see him. Maybe you needed him. 

Maybe you were just coming to say goodbye.

"I'm sorry, Hoseok. You wouldn't have been hurt if not for me. I hope you won't be hurt again," Yoongi heard you whisper faintly as you ran your finger gently over the back of Hoseok's hand. "I'll miss you."

Yoongi hung back in the shadow of his open bedroom door—left ajar in case his patient needed him in the night—and watched you for a moment. He felt as though maybe he wasn't quite awake, as if a new dream came to him. He could see himself getting in a car with you and stealing away into the night. The tired trope of running off to Mexico wouldn't do. Your enemy had too many connections there, so Yoongi would drive you north to Canada. From there, the two of you could go anywhere. He would take you everywhere you had ever wanted to go and places you hadn't dreamed of, too. And he would keep you safe and healthy. He would kiss you like he had last night and not feel an ounce of guilt because both of you would be happy.

But before him, in his clinic, you were turning away, so Yoongi couldn't stay in the shadows. 

"Will you miss me, too?" he found himself asking as he stepped into the room. Your hand was already on the doorknob but you turned back slowly to look at him.

"I might miss you most," you answered softly, and his heart clenched.

"You don't have to go." He walked forward to close the distance between you. "If you're leaving because of me, because I kissed you last night, you don't have to. I'll behave. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable."

You let out a small pained sound. "Oppa, you didn't make me uncomfortable. I'm the one who was wrong. I have to leave because I'm wrong."

"You aren't. You couldn't be." There was almost a whine to his voice, but he couldn't be bothered to feel embarrassed. 

"Yoongi." Your head bowed and your eyes fell to the floor as you said his name. Were they tears you were trying to hide from him? "You should be mad at me."

"Why should I be?" He asked, unthinkingly lifting your chin with his hand so he could see your watery eyes. 

"I did something," you whispered, and you were barely holding back your tears. 

Yoongi looked at you evenly, determined to be steady for both of you. "Do you mean having sex with Jungkook?"

Your eyes flickered to his as your breath hitched in your throat. "You know."

"We all know. You couldn't think Jungkook was going to keep that to himself." He forced his voice to stay light.

"I'm so sorry, Yoongi."

"For what? Did you want to have sex with Jungkook?" He wondered, tone free on any kind of inflection that might indicate judgement.

A small whine came from your throat before you could speak. "I did," you admitted, heart heavy with shame. "I really did. But I really wanted to kiss you, too. I want to do it again. And that's just wrong, isn't it? You at least must want me to go, right?" 

Were you thinking of Taehyung as your eyes drifted away along with your thoughts of the others? He'd taken it surprisingly well, Yoongi thought. No anger or jealousy from the younger man, merely resignation, as if he expected everyone else to want you. Yoongi brought your thoughts back to him with a hand to your cheek. 

"Is that what you think? Is that what Namjoon told you?" 

You shook your head. Not in negation, but as if to clear it, recalling that Namjoon was yet another man you wanted in this house, further proof of how disgusting you were and how you couldn’t accept this. Then your eyes set hard, a look of determination Yoongi had come to recognize settling in your irises. "Namjoon says a lot of things. Maybe they're true for him. But that doesn't mean they are for me."

Yoongi nodded. "Namjoon's ways aren't right for everyone, it's true. But do you think it's because you can't love like that? Or because you don't deserve love like that?"

You scoffed, pulling yourself away from him. He almost had you, almost pulled you in. But when would you ever make it that easy? "Don't ask me about love! Do you think I know anything about love? What it is or how to deserve it? Because I don't! Could you love me like that?"

The question caught him off guard, but only because of the earnestness with which you asked it. Even if you didn't realize you were looking for an answer, you needed it. "Yes, I could," he replied honestly. 

"How?" 

"Because I would be honored if you let me show you any kind of love. Because I want to show you the best, most tender kind of love, the kind I've never wanted to give to anyone before. I could love you and let everyone else love you too because you do deserve it. I wouldn't ever need to be jealous because there would be no room for anything but happiness if I could see you let yourself be loved by anyone."

A moment passed while his words hung in the air between your heavy breaths. 

"Don't go, Val. I know I have no right to ask. Your freedom is yours to take, and if you want I'll drive you out of LA and as far as you want to go tonight. But don't go because you feel guilty or ashamed or because you think you don't deserve every kind of love."

"What else can I do?" You asked in a watery whisper, and Yoongi reached out to take your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. 

"Stay."

Your eyes searched his in the darkness of the room, and you thought maybe he looked a little scared and a little hopeful. "Stay?" 

Yoongi nodded. 

"Can I stay with you?"

A small smile curled at the corners of his lips, and he nodded again. A heavy weight lifted off his chest as you removed the strap of your bag from your shoulder and let it drop to the ground. He led you gently by the hand back to his room. He didn't need to ask if you wanted to wear one of his shirts to sleep in. He had noticed how much you liked wearing the one he'd lent you before and hadn't given back—which you had stuffed into your bag with everything else, consciously or unconsciously taking a piece of him with you. You weren’t sure why wearing Yoongi’s clothes made you feel safe, like you had a future to look forward to, while the idea of wearing the other men’s clothes felt like a bitter reminder of a controlling past. Maybe that was okay too. Maybe you didn’t have to feel the same way about all the men in the house to know how deeply you cared for all of them. They each took up a different space in your heart and Yoongi was at the center of it. 

Yoongi let go of your hand to pull out a t-shirt and shorts from his drawers, handing them to you before making an excuse to go back into the clinic so you could change. You shook yourself out of the jeans and shirt you'd quickly dressed in. Where were you really going in the middle of the night and how were you going to get there? What were you thinking? It didn't matter. Thoughts left your head as the familiar scent of Yoongi filled in with his shirt, leaving room for nothing but a familiar sense of comfort. You opted to forgo the shorts, hoping he wouldn't mind or read anything into it that you didn't mean. As you slipped into his bed, you couldn't think of anything but sleep all the sudden. 

Yoongi took a moment to check on Hoseok's vitals, trying to keep his mind busy yet quiet. For a second he thought he saw the flash of the patient's eyes, but it was too dark for Yoongi to be sure he hadn't imagined it. Turning away, he bent to scoop up your bag and pushed it under the bed so no one would trip if they came in to visit their friend. Or maybe so they wouldn't realize what had almost happened tonight. Or maybe so it would be harder for you to find. He was too tired to parse out all the reasons. 

He came back as soon as he heard you settle in the bed, and he had to focus on calm, steady breaths as he got in beside you. He wouldn't initiate anything you didn't want this time, he told himself, even if having you in his bed like this electrified him in a way he had never known. He would simply lay there and let you come to him if you wanted, or to sleep on the other side of the bed if that was it. At least you were staying. At least for tonight. You stayed a foot away from him for a long moment and he hoped you couldn't hear the thundering of his heart. Then your hand reached out for his, and his breath stopped all together. 

"Can I-" you started but quickly stopped. 

Yoongi turned his head to face you through the darkness. "Whatever you want is what I want. You don't need to be afraid of anything with me," he assured you. 

He almost laughed hearing you swallow in the quiet room, wondering if your nervousness was the same kind as his. You shifted closer to him across the bed and lifted his arm. He got the message and raised it so he could wrap it securely around you, but not too tight, and you settled into his side. 

The feeling of relaxation that eased through your body was unexpected. You realized that for the first time in your life, you didn't actually want to run. You had felt like it was the right thing to do, still not sure you actually deserved to be there, but you desperately wanted to stay. You had finally found a place you wanted to be, and you could only hope it would last.

"Thank you for asking me to stay," you whispered, your breath fanning over his cheek as you angled your face up to him. He turned toward you again, so your lips were a hair's breadth apart. 

"Thank you for not leaving," he replied, holding himself back those last millimeters with every ounce of will in his being. He didn't need it though. When you pressed your lips to his, you couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else.

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