#as long as the poly person is ok with it it is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

[neon-vocalist]

hey so. happy polyamory day to polyamorous people in monogamous relationships.

whether that’s because you’re doing it for your partner’s comfort, you simply haven’t found someone else yet, you have but they rejected you, or a recent breakup has left you with only one partner remaining, you are no less polyamorous for only dating one person.

you still belong in this community. you still matter. you are still valid.

don’t forget that.

[the-entitie]

Why didn't you say anything?

Poly TF 141 x sex-demon reader (male intended but has depictions of fem):

A|n: Based on this writer's amazing work and this artist's au. And now this is very long.... I can't just write porn can I? Of well.

Prt:2 is done <3 》》》》》

Be warned I use more Catholic or deamon depiction of our succubus(male) reader, so please expect some body horror esk depictions. Also, the 141 are all in a polycule in this story.

CW: NSFW halfway through after the line break, sex addiction or dependence depicted for reader, threats to health, kind of eating disorder esk, talk of threats/acts of noncon and dubcon to reader (not focused on), polyamory, some talk of religion, why is this so long? And angst??? Ok....

Thinking about being a demon who became the 141's spy. The blood of the damned that ran through you, making you that much more dangerous and that much better at your job.

You fell under the deadly sin of lust, but it's been so many decades that you can't quite remember how you came to be. Maybe reincarnation, maybe you were summoned. It doesn't matter anymore, but it still hindered your intake into the military. You were practically a veteran by the time Price picks you up and drags you into his team.

None of the 141 had ever worked with anyone demonic for an extended amount of time. There had been the call ins and times when they picked up failed missions, but none of them ever really worked with a demon.

Ghost, as a wraith, was the closest any of them had gotten to working with anyone similar to you.

You started out as someone they called to scope out information before a particularly threatening mission. You were just the help, the one they called when they needed a spy. Until they leaned about how every other task force would drop you within a month of calling you thiers.

Price had worried that it was something to do with you or your attitude towards teamwork when he had taken you in, made you one of his men.

That was before he noticed this kind of cycle you would go through. Just when a mission would start, you would pull back. You would separate from everyone, not cold turkey, yet you just wouldn't be present. The training room was one person short, or their would be one less person here on the quieter afternoons he didn't even know this team had.

It was after the missions that you would be more than present again.

You were there again when Soap wanted to run his lycanthopic body to exhaustion just so he could feel just a little more human with the pains it brought. When he was hyper, feeling like he needed to move, you were there to shove him. Drag him into a game of tag or chase or anything to help him move. Soap has never been good at sitting still.

When Gaz needed to be called from the purch he picked to preen his damp or irritated feathers on that was away from the busy noise of the base. Or when his Avian blood told him to take to the sky, you were happy to be taken for a flight or watch him loop around, watch him stretch his wings, across the star splattered skies.

And there you were outside with the nocturnal Ghost, saying you didn't need the sleep most nights and got bored. Even when his form would flicker, tendrils of shadows lashing around his open skin, something that made most run. You stayed with him, hummed a tune you can't remember the origin of, in a language probably only those as old as you would remember.

When Price was struck with phantom pain, when he would feel this pang on his wing only to realize it was from the one that didn't exist anymore. You were there with him. Happy to share a cigar with the smoke that smoldered was neither from his drag nor you. There to sit and fill in paperwork long into the night shift, to just exist around Price when the team was still settling in, or licking wounds.

In the more common areas where Soap would annoy Gaz into another game of cards. You were there to keep the peace.

It had taken Price longer than he was willing to admit to know what was going on. It wasn't some manipulative, carrot and stick, trick no. And it almost seemed like you hadn't consciously been doing it. Before it clicked.

You were a demon, a succubus, to be specific. You fed off of the emotion or the intent of sex.

And you only got that when you needed to get someone to talk. You only lean into it when it's needed for a mission.

He honestly felt stupid, like a leader that failed, but he was quick to right that failure. It wasn't like this team didn't run off and blow off steam together or that they left soap to struggle through his heat alone, nor did they leave Gaz to sit and brood alone. None of that.

And if you were a part of his team, this team, then you can't be starved. Can't be left to weaken, to crave, no. Price wouldn't stand it.

So he talked to the team. Told them his theory, his plan to fix it, and when the team had gotten over the hurt of leaving you alone and weak. They jumped at the opportunity.

Starting small.

Being more openly affectionate around you, never quiet reaching out but still letting the emotions linger.

Those play fights that Ghost would tap out of suddenly just kept going, and those thick visceral emotions none could quiet place the origin of; would hang so heavy in the air you could practically catch it between your teeth.

Those days Gaz would pull back, preen his wings alone; became fewer and far between. Now, the nearest team mate had a lap full of fluffled up wings and pleading eyes. And could Gaz use those honey coated eyes of his to glance up through his lashes and beg.

The quiet chuckles and this ever so pleased emotion would wind around Price's incisors, a satisfied thrill of the dragon flooding a palpable semblance of the satisfied job.

Price started talking about to the team, and they started trying to be more connected, more present, with you so you could have that nourishment. And if that meant that private room doors were left ever so lightly ajar during late nights spent with each other. No one mentioned it.

Soap was the first to notice the actual change.

Your eyes would flicker, puplis vibrating softly before it was shut down, and you would disappear. Or you would actually pull back. He was also the first to tell Price. And thier leader waisted no time.

"You good there, lutenent?" His voice calls softly into your quarters.

"All good Cap."

"Not so sure about that one soldier." Price presses on, taking a step further in to push the door more closed, "You don't play well with this team?"

"No, I have no qualms with any of you. Sorry if it seemed so."

"Ya do always talk so proper like you know?"

"Apologies, old habits."

Price steps closer, easily taking the space offered my your open thighs. Letting that simmering feeling flush his skin.

"Maybe we should start making new ones. What do you say, Sugar?"

His hand hovered just over your throat, careful to keep you feel safe. Price of all people knows what a demon can do when cornered, and it wasn't like he wanted you to feel put off.

He sees what Soap saw, just as his palm cups the edge of your jaw, your pupils flicker. Body dropping almost leaning agaisnt him.

"Why didn't you say something, Suguar?"

"Not of my use in this team."

"You don't need to be useful to eat." He sounded almost angry, calming all the more when you do lean into him, "you never need to earn a meal. Just ask. We all want to help."

That night, he let you ride him.

Laid back against your bed, held your weight by your thighs, and let you set the pace. Even if he was so hard it hurt, or if your dark lion-esk tail would flick across the sensitive inside of his thigh. Or when he's come twice and is practically drooling before he notice just how much more like your kin you look.

He doesn't stop you from flicking a forked tongue over the overwhelmed tears, he only noticed the change at the hitch of your breath when Price tangles his scared hands in your hair. Accidently tracing the curving rams horns that has twisted around your more pointed ears.

Singing your praise, even as you tried and failed to explain that you don't matter in this, just his pleasure.

He shut that down real quick.

[ghouljams]

My little poly heart is crying at your Alejandro and Rodolfo post 🥹

But it got me thinking…

Do you think, in your demon!darlings au, would Alejandro and Rodolfo share a demon darling? I can’t imagine them having separate ones.

I feel like it would be something with Ale earned a demon, and when Rodolfo found out, she just kind of got bound to him. None of them asked for it, but their happy with it nonetheless.

Even if they didn’t share, I feel like their demons would be inseparable just like the two of them.

OK YES I have ideas about Alejandro(and Rudy) in the demon au that are inspired by a waaaay old ask I've been holding onto because I love it but don't know what to do with it about Cadejos. Which is basically this:

Alejandro earns himself a demon, it's the loyalty that his men show him, his ruthless abilities in battle, it's also partially Hell going "yeah this guy will know what to do with one of these." Alejandro is smart, very smart, his demon shows up and he thinks the best course of action is integrating them into his ranks. Keep the demon close, but also visible. He doesn't like the idea of talking to shadows, and his demon doesn't see a need to hide if their summoner doesn't want them to. The problem: Rudy. Rudy is his right hand man, closer than a brother, he tells Rudy everything, shares everything with him. Of course Alejandro tells Rudy about the demon as soon as he gets them.

I think it's Rudy's idea to integrate the demon into their army, make the demon their third. It makes more sense for both of them to bring someone new into the fray. Then it's just... Well... They already share everything, and you have no issue being shared. As long as you're well fed and as long as Alejandro says it's alright you take orders from Rudy too. Now, for any other demon this could be tricky, but not you. What does Hell think Alejandro needs? More people he can trust, more fire power. I think Alejandro's demon can split in two, or maybe even more(I'm thinking Gemini for a callsign). So when the three of them are out in the field there's a demon on each other their shoulders.

Duplication magic is easy too, making more weapons, more ammunition, more money, more fuel, more people(although splitting themselves probably has a hard limit at two or three), and Alejandro is smart enough to make that work for him. Also I think it would be really funny for Ale and Rudy to show up to the 141's base with this new person that is clearly with them(in many different senses of the term) but was NOT there for MW2. Neither of them is mentioning it other than that you're trustworthy and- Oh no wait sorry you just whispered in Alejandro's ear that this place is crawling with demons, never mind the "normal human" act they can introduce you as a demon.

[thelostboys11]

Hey! (Don't know if your requests are open but if they are) Could you do a poly lost boys x male Cheshire cat reader? (Who has a variety of powers and is stronger than them) I just wonder how they would all interact/react

If not that's ok.

Thanks!

The Lost Boys x Male Cheshire Cat Reader

A/n: I'm basing this off of the live action version of Alice in Wonderland. I hope you don't mind. And I'm sorry I took so long to post this.

Warnings: None (I don't think).

Word count: 657

Since you're Cheshire Cat, you have many abilities, you're also able to visit the human world.

You are also able to transform into a human form.

Well you have to human forms. One of them looking like a regular human and the other with the outfit you would most likely wear in Wonderland and with ears and tail.

One of your favorite places to visit in the human world is Santa Carla, California.

You would come and go because you would have business in Wonderland every once in a while. But in your free time you would usually go to the boardwalk in Santa Carla.

While visiting Santa Carla's boardwalk one night, you came across the boys. I mean how could you not, they're impossible not to notice.

You looked different from most people on the boardwalk and so the boys eventually took notice to you.

All of you started to hang out more and more and during this time, you all started to get closer.

You managed to figure out that they were vampires without them ever telling you or hinting it to you. You're smarter than they think.

But they surprisingly hadn't figured out what you were. They did think that some of your behavior was strange but they just thought it was part of your personality and didn't think much more of it.

Wonderland started to need you more and more than it normally did so you would either have to sneak out of the cave or make up an excuse to leave early without becoming suspicious.

Eventually one night you had to leave early on a night the boys had planned with you.

Since you had to leave early and the boys didn't have anything else to do now, they decided to secretly follow you.

One of your powers allows you to create a portal back to Wonderland and it doesn't matter where you are, you'll still end up back into Wonderland.

As the portal opened, the boys looked on in awe. They hadn't seen anything like that before. They knew other mystical creatures were out there but had no idea what kind of creature could create portals.

They watched you walk into the portal and a few seconds later, they followed in behind you.

Once they had walked in behind you, the portal closed.

You hadn't noticed they followed into the portal behind you, so you continued to do what you normally would do. You then turned into your Cheshire Cat form.

The boys were clearly shocked at what the saw you turn into. They were honestly amazed by it.

Paul then excitedly ran up to and hugged you tightly. Once he got his hands on you, he started to feel how fluffy you were.

In shock and a bit of panic, you disappeared into thin air and reappeared in a different spot.

Once you realized it was just Paul, you let out a sigh of relief.

You then got onto him and the boys for scaring you like that and for also following you into the portal.

For the rest of the time you spend in Wonderland, the boys follow you around the whole time. Paul and Marko would be asking questions the whole entire time. Dwayne would want to pet you. David would probably be protective over you every time you talk to or encounter someone in Wonderland.

After getting back out of Wonderland, the boys would want to see you in your cat form more often.

Once they find out you have a human form that has cat ears and a cat tail, they want you to be in that form almost all of the time you spend with them in the cave.

Everyone would become more cuddly with you but David wouldn't want to admit it even if it's very true.

They would love it if they were able to make you purr, which honestly isn't too difficult.

A/n: That's all I have for now. Let me know if you want more!

[starsarefire824]

things i wish we could all stop fighting about:

1. bi mike vs. gay mike nonsense. believe what you want, but canon Mike dates El and we have not been shown anything else as of yet besides some subtext and hints towards him being queer. Until then...none of us know. until then...THEY ARE BOTH valid depending on how you read the character and the writing. i personally lean towards bi, but i generally believe in the show, if they go for mike being queer, he could most definitely be gay. if mike wheeler came out in the first episode and told me he is the gayest man to walk the planet i would be like....uhm yes. but also....if he’s a men leaning bi character or whatever other combination of bi he might be...i’ll also believe it. in the end, imo, if it’s made clear that he is queer and in love with will, his sexuality will probably not be labeled neatly with a bow on it anyway. so the entirety of the arguing is stupid.

2. the fact that teenagers may or may not have sexual desire and attraction and act on those instincts in some way makes people who discuss or explore it in writing somehow disgusting. it’s not. (ie. talking about the “hose scene” is valid, writing about teenagers feeling desire for the person they have a crush on is normal.) sex is normal. sexual desire is normal. it starting to happen as you go through puberty is normal. to deny this fact or make people feel weird about talking about is doing every teenager in this fandom that experiences sexual attraction and desire a very large disservice. there is nothing shameful about it. there is something shameful about making someone else feel disgusting for their completely normal feelings because they make you uncomfortable. and every show/film/book written about teenagers and their sexual lives has been written by someone who is mostly likely over the age of 18. so to say that fanfic writers or people who are in fandom discourse are somehow deviants is the most insane argument i have ever read in my entire life.

3. things such as pointing out how mike may have issues with food, el may be behind her peers in being able to handle a more adult romantic relationship, lucas facing racism, and will dealing with trauma that mimics sexual abuse are all legitimate and worthy of discussion. whether it makes people uncomfortable or not. these are topics that have been brought up/alluded to in the show, and they’re allowed to be talked about by the fans.

ok i lied. there are four.

4. stop shitting on people for their headcanons. if someone wants to headcanon will as asexual and homo-romantic there is nothing wrong with that. if someone wants steve harrington to be bisexual, there is nothing wrong with that. if someone wants max to be poly there’s nothing wrong with that. believe me, the people who headcanon this are usually very aware that it is not canon. we all watch the show. but if it’s fun for them to explore that with a character in writing or art or discussion then cool. it’s adding layers to the conversation around these characters and is valid. snidely saying you’ll block someone for a fucking headcanon is wild to me. i am all for blocking things that make you uncomfortable or if someone just annoys you....sure. great. but blocking every single person who disagrees with you is so silly to me because you are making your garden very small. it’s important in discourse to engage with people who have different opinions than you. as long as everyone stays respectful i encourage people with different opinions to interact with me. PLEASE. it’s the entire point of joining an online community. we bond over something we love and then have discussions about it.

[doodle-pops]

A Hymn For Eternity

Elrohir x reader x Glorfindel

Request: hi mina~! I’m excited I got to make it to your requests open, i hope your doing well 🥰 If you’re ok with trying it: may I request a poly Glorfindel x male!reader x Elrohir pretty please c: if you need more details it could be how they all go about this since I doubt it normal for elves like it can be for humans or what the relationship is like? whatever catches you’re fancy thank you sm for trying this out - @dicksoutformtl

A/N: This was my first time attempting to write poly, so I hope I captured the moment well. I went for reader and their lovers stepping out into public for the first time since they all started courting. Also, searching for a suitable gif is hard 😭.

Word: 1.8k

Warning: none but fluff, polygamy, curious elves

Synopsis: Since the forming of your love for the two beloved Lords of Imladris, this was the first time stepping into the public's eye and facing your greatest fear.

Sitting at the windowsill, you watched the passing couples merrily flaunting about the streets of Imladris with bouquets of flowers, roses and gardenias, in their arms and in their hair. Some would sneakily tease a kiss here and there on each other’s cheeks or lips or one or two of them would vanish behind the hedge of bush, only to stumble out with their clothes rumpled. The sight prompted a wide smile to plaster your face, even going as far as making you cover it behind your flowy robe. Observing the other couples stumbling through the streets celebrating their day of love for one another filled you with joy, but uneasiness since it was also unusual for couples to come in threes.

The day you were proposed to by Glorfindel, followed by the young Lord of Imladris, Elrohir, your entire relationship with them had been filled with nothing but passion and unconditional love. But there was also mysteriousness behind the love you shared. Every meeting was filled with hush-hush silence behind closed doors and vacant premises to avoid the supposed judgemental stares you believed the public would cast your way. It was typically common among your race of humans to engage in polygamy, but not for the elves, or so you thought. You had yet to believe that the elves were conforming to such taboo culture since they were so hellbent on loving one person all their lives. Then Glorfindel and Elrohir walked in.

Still waiting for Glorfindel’s arrival, you could hear the shuffling of Elrohir in the background trying on different coloured robes, wanting nothing more than to match his two lovers on this festive occasion. Caught looking at the constant rustling and the couples on the street, you swivelled your head to catch a glimpse of him holding up a green and blue robe which both matched his cream and brown tunic and trousers.

“Wear the green one,” you commented, breaking into a grin at his pout. It would appear that he wished to wear blue. “It would match well with Glorfindel’s gold.”

Giving a deep hum, he lifted the green robe once more and inspected the material before darting his eyes over to you and nodding. “Green it is then. Time to look like a plant,” he sighed.

Responding with a laugh, you shook your head lightly and returned to the window to continue gazing at couples. Surprisingly, you managed to spot a familiar mop of golden curls weaving through the crowd with two bouquets of flowers, one was lilies and the other was celandines. On his face, he sported a dazzling grin while greeting all the lovely summer couples about the place before snapping his head up to catch your longing gaze. You couldn’t help but give a timid wave to him before watching him return a slight bow and disappear through the archway. His gaze left an eager thump in your heart, knowing that he was about to walk through your door and greet you heart-warmingly.

“Glorfindel is here,” you informed, not turning your head away from the window. You could sense his approaching footsteps, and it wasn’t long before you heard the soft knock followed by the muffled call of your name.

Hopping off the chair, you raised your hand to stop Elrohir and bound for the door. Twisting the knob with enthusiasm, you pulled the wooden door open and marvelled at the stature of your elven Lord before you. To say that he was a work of art was the most creative yet simplest description to define him — you weren’t sure if there were any possible descriptions invented to define them both. Casting a beam at him, you stepped aside and allowed him to enter, noticing the way his eyes lit up upon the sight of Elrohir. Taking a short moment to break eye contact with him, Glorfindel leaned down to peck your lips before strolling across the room to greet his young Lord.

At the sight of Elrohir receiving more attention than you, there was a ting of playful jealousy. “Well, that’s not fair. You see Elrohir more than you see me, and you give him more affection,” you pouted. You stood before the door with your arms folded across your chest and huffed while the two males grinned and snorted at your jealousy.

It was Elrohir who broke away from Glorfindel’s embrace and strolled over your sullen figure, playfully poking your cheeks for you to smile. “Aw, come on now. You know at the end of the day; you’re going to be the one wrapped up in his arms while I sulk on the side.”

“Well, no one told you that you couldn’t cuddle with us, my Lord,” came the smooth voice of Glorfindel. He stood beside Elrohir, fixing the collars of his robes and straightening out the wrinkles. Ignoring his whines and complaints, he continued his mother-hen behaviour before turning to face you and repeating. Once completed, two bouquets of flowers were passed to you both. You were the luckier of the two to receive the celandines, while Elrohir received the lilies.

**

You were beyond nervous, gripping the arms of your lovers like a wild animal refusing to release its prey. It was the first time you were stepping out into public with both lovers on your arm since their confession. No one had ever seen you with either of the Lords fraternising in public, solely to prevent any words from spreading before your moment of reveal. Many things were expected, like the stares of many when either Lord chose to swoop down and bestow a kiss to your cheek like you had seen earlier, or even the lips for the cheeker of the two. You also expected the whispering.

As much as you were attempting to block them out, some still filtered in and earned tight squeezes to the Lord's biceps. None were vicious or vile, they were filled with more curiosity as two lovers were never seen among their kind to one. They never believed that it was possible to love more than one, but here many of Lord’s Glorfindel house and Elrond were witnessing this strange interaction.

Busying looking at the bouquets of flowers at the vendor with Elrohir, Glorfindel had departed to get some treats for you three to munch on while sitting on the hill, you felt a small tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were met with the shining eyes of a young lady holding up three flower crowns in her hand. “Might I give these to you…so you can pass them on to your…um, lovers?”

Fumbling with your words, you managed to return a broken smile. “Um…yes! Thank you for the flowers, and uh — yes, the Lords are my lovers,” you nervously responded. Reaching for the flowers, she easily passed the crowns to you before standing with her hands folded behind her back. You could tell that she wanted to inquire another question but wasn’t sure how to without probably believing you would consider her snooping.

Passing on the crowns to Elrohir who eagerly accepted, not without planning a kiss on your cheek and standing aside to observe as you dealt with the question, you turned once again to meet the young lady. “Uh, is everything alright?” you quizzed.

“I-I…I’m sorry if I sound nosy, but…what is it like to have two lovers? I mean, I’ve heard of it in mortal customs but rarely among the elves.”

Before you could reply, there was the unmistakable sound of jovial laughter trekking your way. To your left, Glorfindel came bounding with a tray of cherry wine and baked goodies, along with dozens of flower crowns thrown all over him. He came spreading his mirth which washed away any ounce of jitters you had buried deep within on this day. That was the beauty of your relationship; Elrohir brought stability and a ting of maturity and Glorfindel brought joyous laughter, calmness and experience. They were the perfect pair you could have asked for and was more than relieved when they were open to polygamy.

“You two haven’t left the florist — are they bothering you my Lady?” he jested.

Shaking his head at the teasing only one person in the world was capable of doing so effortlessly, Elrohir shushed his lover and pried the tray from his head, nodding his head at you and the young Lady. He wanted to hear your response and witness if you were brave enough to proudly praise the wonderful relationship you beautifully shared with them.

“Well…I would say that…loving two people at the same time is miraculous but chaotic, especially when one of them is Lord Glorfindel,” you giggled, ignoring the gasp from the mop of golden curls in the background, “but it’s beautiful. It’s like receiving two different types of love and being smothered at the same time. The ability to love so deeply and give your heart while receiving, it’s unlike anything in the world.” Your face felt like it was about to split in half from how hard you were smiling. Aside from Lord Elrond, Elladan and the other workers around the estate you both dwelt, this was the most positive feedback you had ever received.

The face of the young woman appeared to soften as she listened to your explanation. “That sounds nice. I do wish you and the Lord a good day and blessings upon your love for each other. Thank you,” she cheered and departed with a hand over her chest towards you three.

Watching as she departed with a light skip in her step, your heart was erratically beating against your chest, but soaring above the clouds. It was the first step in dealing with the public.

“Loving us is beautiful, meleth-nîn?” came the awed voice of Glorfindel. His lips hovered near the shell of your ear with his charismatic smile brimming from ear to ear.

Nodding your head before swivelling around to face him, your eyes softened when you saw Elrohir standing at his side, still holding the tray of goodies and more flower crowns. “Loving the both of you is beautiful, it’s a chaotic beautiful challenge, and I couldn’t ask for better.” Lifting your arms to his head, you placed the flower crown that was designed for him on his golden tresses and followed with a kiss on his cheek. “Now we all look like a couple; matching crowns!”

“Yes we do,” replied Elrohir, stepping closer and nudging Glorfindel and you to take link arms with him. “Now, why don’t we all leave to enjoy the fireworks on the hill, I’m not fond of missing the show, and you two can once again cuddle without me like you normally do.”

“You know I’ve told you meleth, you are welcome to join us,” sassed Glorfindel.

While he was busy rambling on about how easy it was for Elrohir to join you when cuddling, you felt the pensive stare of the younger Lord gazing at you. "How are you feeling?"

Opening your mouth to respond, your heart was leaping out of your chest at the exhilarating sensating tingling through your veins. You thought there would be negative feedback, even after Elrohir told you that no one would dare say a thing about your love for them. But now you knew, you get through this as easy as breathing. “I was feeling jittery, but now I feel like I can do this. I feel a bit more confident!”

Giving a gentle squeeze to your arm, you felt his body relax at your words. Even Glorfindel's chatting beside you ceased as he listened to your confidence boosting.

“Well, we can all relax and enjoy the fireworks since we got this all sorted out. A little reward for bravely stepping out!”

Masterlist

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[dreamingofaizawa]

Caught Between a Blonde and a Hard Place

Eijiro Kirishima x Neito Monoma x AFAB! Reader

***This is an 18+ fic. Minors DNI***

Warnings: Dom/sub/sub dynamics, Kiri is a soft dom w/ you, brat tamer w/ Monoma. One(1) mention of bondage/cucking, orgasm denial if you squint, penetrative sex (p in v, p in a), anal, fingering, petnames (babygirl, babyboy, brat, boytoy, etc), threesome, hints at future poly relationship, aftercare, sub drop.

Word Count: 4k

Author's Note: AHAHA yeah I've been WAITING for this one ok? I'm so proud of this, even tho it's not ended the best but I still love it ok? The rarepair is FEEDING my soul. ANYWHO have fun reading this cuz I put my whole coochie into this one.

Enjoy~

***

You’re not entirely sure how this happened, but you’re not at all upset about it. 

You’d come home to your gorgeous boyfriend Eijiro Kirishima sitting on the couch with a devious look in his eyes. He’d told you he had a surprise waiting for you in your shared bedroom, something you’d been dying to bring to the more intimate side of your relationship. You hadn’t realized what exactly he was talking about until you opened the door.

Perched on the edge of your bed was none other than pro-hero Phantom Thief, or as you and Eijiro know him, Neito Monoma. To say you were shocked would be a bit of an understatement; the relationship between Monoma and Kirishima was a bit infamous back in high school. While the blonde was known for attracting the ire of most, Kirishima was widely known to be the only person able to tame Katsuki Bakugo, another blonde with an unsavory disposition. Still, without fail, whenever Neito entered the room Eijiro’s expression would drop into something less than cheerful. 

Some would even say the redhead hated the cocky blonde from 1-B.

And yet here he is, nervously bouncing his leg with his arms crossed over his chest, his thumb nail stuck between his teeth. You clear your throat softly to get his attention, and when his powder blue eyes snap up to meet yours you swear you can see hearts in them. He stands abruptly, swiftly taking the few strides over to you and gently grasping your hand to pull it to his mouth, leaving a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“It’s good to see your beautiful face again.” Heat blooms from your chest up to your cheeks from the blatant and unexpected flattery, and from someone so…pretty. You’d be lying to say he isn’t attractive. He’d grown into quite the handsome hero, high cheekbones and sharp jaw framing his features. There’s no doubt in your mind he’s probably built his body into something admirable as well.

“It’s good to see you too, Monoma. A bit unexpected, but pleasant all the same.” His smile is soft as he speaks, softer than you remember him to be. 

“Please, call me Neito.” When you echo his name back to him he visibly relaxes, a sigh escaping him as he squeezes your hand and loops his arm around your waist. Your chest is flush with his and your noses are side by side, his forehead dropping to lean on yours.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” You’re about to nod when Eijiro speaks up from the doorway.

“No, it’s not. Or did you forget I already told you that?” Eijiro’s voice has a hardened edge you’re not used to hearing, and it makes you shiver. The blonde releases you and takes a step away, allowing your boyfriend to sweep you into a very passionate kiss full of teeth and tongue. When you’re finally allowed a breath you gently hit Eijiro's shoulder.

“Now how is that fair, Eiji? Did you just bring him here to taunt him?” The crush Neito has harbored for you is well known. Ever since Eijiro had managed to snag you in your second year at UA, the blonde had constantly hinted that he had wanted to steal you, always showing off in front of you. Everyone could tell he liked you, and it wasn’t long before Eijiro got sick of his antics and chased him off. You aren’t entirely sure what transpired between the two, but Neito’s incessant posturing stopped overnight.

“Oh baby, of course not. You see, blondie and I already had a little discussion before you got home. He’ll be joining in on the fun, don’t you worry, but of course we’ve both set boundaries and talked through some…dynamics.” Eijirou lets you go and walks over to Neito, who’s looking up at the towering redhead with something between fear, irritation, and lust. Eijiro’s massive hand comes up to cup the other’s face, his calloused thumb gently swiping at his cheek.

“We’ve decided to go with the color system, haven’t we Neito?” The blonde seems to melt into Eijiro’s palm, nodding softly. 

“Yes. Red for stop, yellow for slow down and check in, green for keep going.” Eijiro’s chuckle rumbles in his chest at Neito’s calm state. It’s as if he’d been hypnotized, completely unlike his normal boisterous self. It’s odd seeing him so at peace. And Eijiro is reveling in the power he now holds over him.

“Huh, I expected more of a fight from you, Neito. You said you’re a brat but you’re being such a good boy for me already.” You watch their interaction, watch as Eijiro leans in and his lips brush against Neito’s, watch the tension between them turn palpable. The whine Neito lets out is so sweet as he grips Eijiro’s wrist, wordlessly begging for a kiss. If you didn’t know better, the blonde is as much attracted to the bulky redhead as he is to you.

Eijiro grips the smaller man’s face harshly, leaning away from him with a cruel chuckle. His voice sounds so mean when he talks to Monoma.

“What, you wanted a kiss? Well you’re gonna have to earn it.” Neito’s whine is loud when Eijiro walks him to the plush armchair in the corner and shoves him into it. He leans down into his face, his hands trapping Neito’s arms on the chair.

“Color, Neito.” He gasps out a ‘green’, leaning his head back onto the chair and settling into his seat. With the blonde situated, big beefy pro-hero Red Riot turns on you.

“See? We’ve got everything under control. Now, if you’re ready, let’s give him a show.” You nod up at him, rendered speechless. Watching Eijiro and Neito push and pull so well has sent your stomach into a fit of butterflies. Monoma brings out a side of your boyfriend you’d never really seen before, and you’d be a filthy liar if you said you didn’t like it. Now Neito’s baby blue eyes are settled on you as Eijiro tugs your clothes off, slowly peeling away layers of fabric to reveal your skin to prying eyes.

When you’re fully naked Eijiro sits on the bed, placing you in his lap with your back to his chest, facing Neito directly. He’s already visibly flustered, cheeks and chest flushed a pretty pink as he pants out his breaths, a bulge already visible in his slacks. Eijiro stays silent as he sucks marks into your neck, his teeth digging into your skin as his hands wander over your body. Thick fingers tug at your nipples and make you mewl, make you push your chest out to chase the feeling.

“Like what you see, pretty boy? She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Neito bites his lip and stifles a moan as he nods, eyes fixated on your breasts as they bounce when Eijiro tugs and releases your nipples.

“Cat got your tongue? Answer me Neito, use your words.” The threat in Eijiro’s voice doesn’t go unnoticed, but rather ignored. The blonde bites his lip harder in a poor attempt to hide his smirk as he remains silent, his eyes narrowing to challenge the man behind you. Eijiro chuckles, nearly laughing at his act of defiance.

“So the brat comes out. I wonder how easily I can break that attitude of yours.” With that, his hands continue their path on your body, palming their way down your stomach, then hips, then taking the time to massage your thighs. The noises spilling from your lips are Eijiro’s favorite sounds, all your pretty whines and moans only fueling his lust. The mixture of Eijiro toying with your body and Neito’s piercing eyes watching your every movement is making you dizzy, sending searing heat between your legs. You can feel the slick dripping down to your ass already, feel yourself dripping for both men in the room.

Eijiro’s hands hook under your knees and pull your legs apart, draping them over his own spread legs before his fingers dip down to spread your folds for Neito’s gaze. The man moans out loud at the sight of you, splayed out over Eijiro’s lap, his cock bulging in his sweats beneath you. Neito’s hips buck up off his chair, his hands clawing at the armrests to resist touching himself. Eijiro groans into your shoulder at the sight.

“You remembered that rule huh? Good, if you hadn’t I’d tie you down and cuck you for being a disobedient little brat.” He moans again at that, this time louder and more guttural, his chest heaving and hips jerking in an attempt to get more friction. You whine in response, feeding off of Neito’s sounds and desperately wanting to see what’s hidden beneath those pesky clothes of his.

“Oh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Tied up and at my mercy, stuck being my little boy toy.” Eijiro plays with your clit as he speaks to Neito and the filth pouring from his mouth is edging you closer to your end. Neito himself looks about ready to burst, face and chest flushed red, moans endlessly spilling from his lips, legs trembling as he humps the air. It’s so hot, seeing the normally proud man so needy, so lost in his own lust. You wonder briefly if you look as hot and bothered as the blonde does right now.

Eijiro only chuckles into your neck, his thick fingers still rolling around your clit and dipping down into your dripping pussy. It’s almost torturous the way he’s toying with your sex, building the tension in your tummy so agonizingly slow as you both watch Neito fall apart so easily. And of course Eijiro is laying it on thick for you both.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Neito? Look at how her pussy sucks in my fingers.” Neito’s eyes are watering, no doubt because of how painfully hard he must be beneath those tight slacks of his. A tear falls down his cheek and Eijiro’s coo is so condescending you’d think he was a bully in high school.

“Aw crying already, pretty boy? Wanna cum?” Neito nods, tears falling down his face and neck, his voice shaky as he begins to beg.

“P-please I want to cum, need to cum so bad.” Just hearing him so broken is making you shake in your boyfriend’s lap.

“Well that’s too fuckin’ bad. I’ve got other plans for you.” You almost feel bad for Neito, being edged like that, but it’s hard to think once Eijiro’s fingers pick up their pace on your clit and he spouts filth into your neck loud enough for the blonde to hear.

“Look at him, babygirl. Doesn’t he look pretty? And pathetic, needing to cum already, completely untouched,” you nod, of course Neito is pretty, but now Eijiro’s voice sounding so cruel is sending you for a loop, “Come on baby, cum for us. Give him a show, won’t you? He’s dying to see.” Neito’s eyes snap up to you and when you lock gazes you can almost hear him pleading, begging to see you come undone. That sharp gaze mixed with Eijiro’s nasty words are more than enough to have a knot tightening in your belly, but it’s so hard to cum when you’re so empty.

“Oh baby, are you having trouble cumming? I bet you are, I’ve only been playing with your little clit. Why don’t you come over here and help her cum Neito? Since you’re not using that loud fucking mouth of yours you should put it to good use.” Eijiro’s words alone sent a wave of heat through you, the cruel way he almost taunts Neito to misbehave. But the man is too eager to get to you, wouldn’t dare break a rule if it means he’ll get to eat you out. He nearly leaps out of his chair to bury his face between your thighs. His pornographic moan is muffled and drowned by your own as he sucks your clit into his mouth, his fingers gathering your slick and pushing past your walls.

Fuck it feels good. His fingers are long, slender, not nearly as thick and rough as Eijiro’s, but it’s clear he has experience. Within seconds he’s pinpointed that place deep inside you that makes your toes curl and your back bow off Eiji’s chest. Your chest heaves as he batters that spot, curling those lithe fingers so hard it makes your legs tremble.

“C’mon Neito, make her cum and I’ll consider fucking you brainless like I do her.” Just the thought of getting to see that transpire is enough to send you over the edge, and Neito’s sucked your clit hard, tearing a moan from your throat as you cum all over the blonde’s face. He doesn’t waste any of it, slurping up every drop and licking you clean, and you tremble from the slight overstimulation. Looking down at him, he looks like he’s gazing up at a deity from where he kneels beneath you.

“Thank you, Neito,” you breathe out, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. He leans into your touch, grabbing your hand and turning to leave a kiss on the inside of your wrist.

“Thank you, sweet girl, for letting me help you.” You share a tender smile with him before Eiji butts in.

“Aww, how sweet. Looks like you did it, blondie,” Eijiro plants a soft kiss on your temple before gently depositing you on the bed, turning and roughly grabbing Neito’s face, “I’m gonna fuck you within an inch of your life tonight, babyboy.” Only then does the redhead kiss the other, a hand wrapping around Neito’s neck and dragging him up into the larger man’s lap without breaking their passionate makeout. Watching it is another experience entirely. Neito’s hands are clawing at Eijiro’s shoulders in an attempt to get him somehow closer, and Eiji’s hands are on the smaller man’s hips and ass, squeezing and groping whatever he can reach. 

You can’t help the heat pooling in your belly again, squeezing your legs together and rubbing your thighs to get some friction. Softly, you echo each of Neito’s moans and whimpers, watching him lose himself to pleasure as he grinds against Eijiro. When they finally separate, your boyfriend dips his head down to Neito’s shoulder and sucks a mark into his neck, leaving a noticeable blooming red bite on his otherwise pure skin. 

“I’m going to ruin you, Neito. That’s a fuckin’ promise. Now strip and get on the bed.” It’s a mess of limbs and fabric as you get positioned, you on your back with Neito leaning over you. You only get a few seconds to admire his position above you before your boyfriend shoves the blonde’s face into your chest, yanking his hips up to grind his dick against Neito’s ass. He takes the opportunity to suck a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the bud and nibbling it lightly. 

“Look at you two. My beautiful princess, and my pretty little toy.” You watch as Eijiro purses his lips and spits down on Neito’s ass, a thumb rubbing over his puckered hole before slipping inside. Both of them groan at the slide, Neito wrapping his arms around you and sucking your tits harder to distract himself. Whether from the pain or pleasure, you aren’t sure. It isn’t long before Ei has three fingers stretching his ass open, and he pulls them out to line up the tip of his cock.

“Color, Neito. Gimme a color baby.” The blonde looks about ready to sob, his voice high-pitched and whiny.

“Green! Please, please green!” The grin on your boyfriend’s face is pure sin, a dark chuckle pouring from his chest. He sinks in all at once, immediately setting a rough pace as Neito screams out moans and his eyes roll back into his skull. You reach a hand down to play with your clit while you watch Eijiro completely ruin the blonde that used to torment the two of you. He notices quickly.

“Are you feeling lonely sweetheart? Feeling left out? Don’t worry, he can help you with that, can’t you babyboy?” Eijiro slams in one last time before halting balls-deep in Neito’s ass, and the blonde is shaking as tears fall down his cheeks. And by god does he look pretty like this. He nods from his place between your breasts, whining as he positions his hips so his cock slips into your pussy. Eijiro follows him, not letting himself slip out even an inch. 

“Are you ready sweetpea?” Neither of you know who he’s talking to, but you both nod anyway, and when he pulls back and pushes back in, he takes Neito with him. Every thrust pushes the blonde deeper into you, and soon you’re all moving in tandem. Eijiro is fucking his weight into the both of you like an animal, his eyes feral as he pounds the both of you into the bed. 

It’s heavenly, feeling how your boyfriend is using the both of you like ragdolls. Neito’s cock is long and hits some spot deep inside you, and with Eiji’s power behind it your head is spinning, your vision spotting with black the closer your orgasm approaches. It takes a moment for you to register his voice through the water in your ears.

“C’mon, cum for me. I know you can do it. Be a good boy for me and cum inside her.” Oh fuck. You can feel his whine in your ribcage, feel the rhythm of his thrusts change. He’s pushing and pulling all his own, chasing you with every push and burying Eijiro further inside himself with every pull. He’s chasing that high and you’re right there with him, his hips grinding against your clit sending sparks up your spine. The blonde is sobbing as he fucks himself onto Eijiro and into you, a final shout crawling up his throat as you feel ropes of hot cum fill you up and you fall over the edge from the feeling.

There’s so much of it you can feel it spilling down your ass and onto the bedsheets. You’re still cumming while Eijiro keeps pounding away, Neito limp and only being held up by Ei’s hands on his hips. It isn’t long before he cums with a feral growl, burying himself as far as possible in Neito’s ass and hunching over the both of you to catch himself. He falls over and you all curl into a heap on the bed, two of you shaking from remnants of your orgasm. Eijiro’s voice seeps through the haze in your brain, his hands and lips smoothing over your skin.

“Come back to me baby. I’ve got you, sweet thing.” He’s talking to both of you, you realize after you come down from that high. He’s got one large palm on either of you, stroking your hair and shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into your backs. It takes Neito longer to come back, but once he does he’s clinging to you like a koala. And you cling to him, and Eijiro manages to wrap his arms around the both of you.

He coaxes you both into a bath, comforting you both and disappearing only for a few minutes to clean the bed. When everything is said and done you’re all cuddling on the bed again, you and Neito on either side of Eijiro, holding each other’s hand over his stomach.

“How are you doing?” You and Neito lock eyes over his chest, then peek up at the redhead. There’s a weird tension in the room, too many things gone unspoken. Neito ends up speaking first.

“I liked it…a lot. A lot more than I care to admit.” His cheeks burn as he averts his eyes away from the larger man, his hand gripping yours ever so slightly tighter. Eijiro reaches over and tilts his head up to look him in the eyes.

“It’s okay to admit it. But that’s not what I’m talking about baby,” Neito’s face burns red at the pet name, “I mean are you okay right now? After everything’s said and done, are you okay? Do you need anything? Anything at all?” The blonde looks conflicted for a second, glancing over at you then back at Eijiro, seemingly bashful.

“Can I… have a kiss, maybe? If that’s okay?” He complies easily, leaning into a sweet, tender kiss. Tears begin to fall down Monoma’s face, his hands trembling as they move to grip Ei’s shoulders. He’s quick to bundle him up, holding him tight.

“Shhh you’re okay. What do you need?” Between hiccups, he manages to get a question out.

“I’m not j-just a t-toy *hic* right?” Ei coos down at him, holding him even tighter as you curl up next to them, wrapping an arm over the smaller man’s back in your own attempt to comfort him. You know what’s happening, he’s dropped after a high, the rush of happy chemicals fading.

“No! No, of course not. You’re not just a toy baby, I promise. You were so so good for us, good for me. You’re perfect, Neito, I promise.” He sniffles and cries into Kiri’s neck, clinging to him until he calms and is able to breathe normally. His voice is hoarse and croaky from crying when he squeaks out a ‘thank you’. You all stay snuggled up in bed for a long while afterward, before Neito is suddenly squirming out of your grasp. Both you and Kiri assume he’s getting up to use the bathroom, but when he starts picking up and putting on his clothes you both sit up in bed. You whine as he tugs on his boxer-briefs and slips his feet into his pants.

“Neito where are you going?” He can’t seem to turn around and look at you as he replies.

“Thank you for allowing me to join you tonight. It truly was fun.” You scrunch your nose up, it sounds like he’s attempting to say goodbye. Eijiro is up out of bed, in all his naked glory, before you can think to do so yourself. Neito yelps as he’s suddenly thrown over the beefy hero’s shoulder, then tossed onto the bed before both of you dogpile on top of him. You whine again, this time into his neck.

“Nei, please stay tonight. It’s already super late. And I need you.”

“We need you,” Eiji corrects, “we both need you to stay tonight. Please.” He looks conflicted for a moment, before playfully rolling his eyes and submitting. It isn’t long before you’ve all settled into bed and fall right asleep.

The next morning you wake up snuggled into Neito’s side, his arms tight around you even in his sleep. Eijiro is nowhere to be found, but there’s a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. As quietly as you can, you squirm out of Neito’s arms and slip out of the room, putting on one of Kiri’s shirts on the way out. Kiri is hunched over the stove, a massive plate of food already sat on the side while he finishes up. You wrap your arms around him from behind and leave little kisses up his bare back, breathing in his scent.

“Good morning baby. Sleep well?” You nod against his back, sleep still tugging at your mind.

“Good. Breakfast is almost ready. Why don’t you go get Neito up so we can eat?” You hum, then grip Kiri’s hips and turn him around to look at you.

“Actually, can we talk real quick?” He turns off the stove before turning his full attention to you, a small ‘of course babe’ leaving his lips.

“I thought you hated Monoma in high school. How did you even manage to organize last night?” His smile is soft, and he grabs your hips to hold you close.

“That was high school, sweetheart. Neito may have been an asshole back then, but he’s clearly not the same now. He reached out to me a few weeks ago asking about you, and we got to talking. And here we are.” Okay. So, that answers one question.

“Alright. So then…what next? We eat breakfast and just…let him walk out the door?” A knowing smile creeps onto Kirishima’s face.

“Are you suggesting we keep him?” Your jaw drops at his wording.

“That is not what I said you big oaf. I’m just saying….”

“You’re saying you like him. I know. If I’m being honest, I like him too. So how about this: you go wake him up, we eat breakfast, and then we invite him to dinner. That is, if you’re alright with that?” You beam up at your boyfriend, giving him one last kiss before bouncing your way back to the bedroom to wake up Neito. This is hopefully the beginning of something amazing.

[moondust-imagines]

Poly Adam & Christian requester here! (I need another name because that’s a little long to type everytime lol) that was absolutely amazing and it was so great! The angst, the heartache, the allusion to Christian thinking of someone else other than his girlfriend/wife. It had all the elements, I’d love to see another part to Crumbling that has more angst, I’d love to see the friction and problems dragged out a bit more before getting to the fluffiness if possible? I’d love to see more of the reader keeping her kids sheltered from Christian and his problems he’s causing and Adam doing his best to protect the reader and the kids from him also and Christian and Christian just continuing to make their personal (and on screen) lives miserable. I can even see the reader going as far as to threatening to kick Christian out/Divorcing him if he causes a big enough scene or issue at home when it starts getting to be too much

Warnings: SMUT 18+ please my loves

Crumbling Part 2

Christian was gone, again. Your youngest daughter had screamed for him to stay, refusing to let him put her down. She hadn’t stopped crying even when you had pulled her from his arms. You had finally got her to sleep and you were ready to crash into bed yourself.

Adam wandered out of the en-suite as you walked into the bedroom. You hadn’t spoken to him since you had stepped between him and Christian. He seemed to look through you when his eyes landed on you. He perched himself on the edge of the bed then motioned for you to come closer. You stood in between his legs, his hands resting on your hips.

“I’m sorry for fighting with him” He said quietly, his voice hoarse.

“It’s alright, I don’t think any of us are in our right minds just now” You replied. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. His eyes were closed but he was clearly trying to calm his breathing.

“Do you think he’s actually… with Shayna?” He asked shakily. Adam didn’t have the cleanest history in your relationship, 2005 was a year none of you liked to talk about. But he had been trying to make up for it ever since and you had all moved past it. However, it meant his mind always came to the worst conclusion when there was issues in your relationship.

“No. He wouldn’t do that to us” You said. No matter how far gone Christian got, you knew he loved both of you too much to break your trust like that. Adam’s shoulders started to shake, then his tears broke free. You cradled his head against your chest as he sobbed.

“I just want him back” He sobbed, words muffled against your body.

-

The next morning it was Adam’s turn to leave. The kids had a routine when their dads left: they would sit on the staircase facing the front door giving their best puppy dog eyes. Adam currently had your son in a tight embrace as you daughters waited their turn.

“You guys have to be good for Mama ok?” He said quietly. All three of them nodded solemnly. Your youngest clung onto him next.

“Can you bring Papa home with you?” She asked hopefully. Adam looked at you nervously over her head.

“Papa’s really busy remember bug? He’s the champ” You explained gently, picking her carefully out of his arms.

“OK Mama” She sighed. Adam gave you a sad smile before leaning in to peck your lips, cradling the little one’s head with his free hand.

“I love you” He whispered

“Love you, be safe” You replied

You all watched him walk out the door, only turning to blow you all a quick kiss. Anticipating the usual meltdown once the door shut, you quickly put on a big smile.

“Alright, who wants to watch some Bluey?” You asked. Your cheerful question was met with cheers and a stampede to the couch.

-

By the time the whole house was tided it was very late and you were exhausted. Adam had been gone for 4 days already, Christian even longer. At least the kids were settling in to them being gone longer now. You contemplated between pouring yourself a glass of wine or just going to bed. Just as you found the bottle you wanted, you saw someone in the corner of your eye.

“Jesus, Christian I didn’t even hear you come in, give a girl some warning” You joked, half forgetting that he doesn’t do jokes anymore.

He didn’t say a word. He rushed over to you and pulled you into a steamy kiss. One of his hands holding the back of your neck, the other grabbing a handful of your ass. You moaned into his mouth, you mind not quite comprehending what was going on. He pushed you up to sit on the counter before pulling your leggings off quickly.

“Christian, what if the kids wake up?” You asked breathlessly. That probably wasn’t the question you should’ve asked but it was all your short-circuiting brain could think of.

Again, he said nothing. He quickly pulled out his member and pushed into you. He groaned at the tight sensation of your walls. The pace he set was brutal, clearly only chasing his own realise.

“So fucking good for me” He muttered into your hair, so quiet you barely heard him.

Your face was pressed into his shoulder, your hands desperately grabbing at his back for purchase. Your whole body shifted with each powerful thrust. Christian kept mumbling random praise into your hair. He had always been a sweet-talker during sex but you weren’t quite expecting it now. His thrusts started getting sloppier as he got closer to his release, then he spilled into you.

“I love you” He panted

-

“He WHAT?” Adam roared. You were sat on the bed watching him pace the room. You had just told him about Christian’s last visit and his escapades in the kitchen.

“Who the fuck does he think he is? Comes in here, gets his rocks off then leaves again?” Adam ranted. You weren’t sure what to say. Were you upset that the man you love wanted to make love to you? No. Would you have preferred he had at least hung around afterward? Yes.

“Are you ok?” He asked, finally turning to face you. You hadn’t really thought about that. Before you could even think, tears pooled in your eyes. Adam was by your side in an instant, both hands cradling your face.

“I think it’s time he moved out, honey. He can’t keep acting like this” He said softly. More tears cascading down your face as you nodded in agreement.

[ares-the-strange]

Exciting Beginnings

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x Gn!Trans Masc! Reader

Warnings: None

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Excitement clouded your chest, a smile permanently plastered on your face. A few happy stims left your lips as you shook yourself about. Finally you were going to be who you wanted to be, finally you could start to recognise the person in the mirror. Years ago you were THIS close to going on Testosterone, you were at the gender clinic, talking to a psychiatrist, with another appointment booked. You were over the moon when your mother said something that broke your heart. “I don’t think you’re mentally stable enough for this”. And with that it was taken away.

Tomorrow, tomorrow was the day you would go to the doctors and restart your quest to get back to where you were. As soon as you had gotten the appointment you felt giddy, and you didn’t think you’d be able to hide it from the boys if you tried. Not that you would, the boys were incredibly supportive of you and your gender, happily killing anyone who harassed you. 

Nighttime came as the sunset, the oranges and pinks cluing you in to the fact your boyfriends would soon be joining you. The waves crashed in the distance, yelling of surfers mixing with the ocean breeze. People started to crowd the boardwalk, attracted like moths to the flashy lights. The already wide grin broadened as you felt arms snake around you, a shirtless torso pressing against your back. “Hi little dove” Dwayne’s smooth voice spoke softly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. Spinning on your heel you faced Dwayne, seeing the others standing next to him. 

“Something going on or you just super happy to see us, doll?” Paul asked, taking notice of your cheshire cat smile almost immediately. 

“Mm you keeping secrets?” David added, walking a little closer to you, placing his gloved fingers under your chin, lifting it up “does kitten want to clue us in?” 

“Ok ok! So-” another verbal stim as you clenched your fists “so you know how I’ve wanted to go on T for like forever?” The boys nodded, listening intently to my excited tone “I’ve got an appointment tomorrow to get back on track to get it!” Marko and Paul whooped and hollered, hugging you as they cheered and jumped up and down. Happily waiting until the pair’s energy died down, David and Dwayne stood with smiles on their faces. 

“We’re so happy for you babe!” Marko yelled, knowing how badly you had wanted this for multiple years now, and only now were you confident enough to do so despite your parents disapproval. Eventually the two blondes calmed down enough to let the two others join the celebration. 

“I’m so happy for you” Dwayne congratulated, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, his comforting smell enveloping you as David gave a soft smile

“We know how much this means to you kitten, I’m incredibly excited for you” This was one of the few times he spoke without the snarky quip in his words, genuinely happy for you to finally achieve this first step. The boys looked at you with love, the glow of your happiness giving them no choice but to join in with their own smile. 

“We should celebrate!” Marko cheered, Paul adding a shout of agreement. 

“Let’s go!” You agreed, impossibly happy that you were able to share this excitement and joy with the people you cherished most. A long forgotten sense of content blanketing the group of vampires, the person they cared for most was finally getting the happiness they deserve.

[ottisbuns]

uhhhh toh, raeda, and thennnnnn caleb

Ok wow this was a lot and ended up taking a hot minute, but anyways

001 | The Owl House:

Favorite character: Luz Noceda, I am a basic "Main Character Enjoyer" bitch like that

Least Favorite character: This is hard because all of the characters are so good in their intended role, but if I had to pick the one that I dislike the most as like, a person? Tibbles. The only thing worse than a Genocidal Maniac Tyrant is a capitalist.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Help me I have too many ships I like. I am a serial multi/poly crackshipper. Saying Lumity and Raeda feel like cheating, so I will be giving my top five crackships/rarepairs, in no particular order. Camilraedarius, Skara/Luz, Emira/Viney, Skara/Viney and Skara/Boscha.

Character I find most attractive: Probably Emira, for reasons that will become evident soon.

Character I would marry: Oh this is a tough one... most characters are either significantly older or significantly younger than me so picking one feels weird... Hooty will treat me right, I just know it.

Character I would be best friends with: Luz. We could bond over being neurodivergent and enjoying fanfiction and shipping.

a random thought: Emira's hair gives me gender envy

An unpopular opinion: The entire show should be replaced with Lumity screentime Honestly my opinions are pretty basic, and I'm also really bad at knowing what opinions are unpopular, but the one opinion I could see getting me crucified is that I don't have that strong an opinion on Huntlow? I see its value as a ship, but I don't have strong personal feelings on it.

My Canon OTP: LUMITY. They're the whole reason I even got into this show.

My Non-canon OTP OT5: Ok, listen, hear me out here because I'm about to sound completely insane, but Luz/Amity/Willow/Skara/Boscha. I realize this doesn't make me seem less insane but I had to get it off my chest. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

Most Badass Character: Amity, her fight scenes are amazing.

Most Epic Villain: Kikimora Belos told her to go find a hole to die in, and she did. Truly the most henchperson of all time.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Picking from actually semi-prevalent ships, probably Boschlow? I'll still devour fanfiction about it given the option, but especially in canon I don't think it works.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): The Writers? None. Disney by shortening the show? The Covenheads.

Favourite Friendship: Luz and Hunter, though they're more like siblings so does it still count?

Character I most identify with: S3 Luz

Character I wish I could be: EMIRA GIVE ME YOUR HAIR I WANT IT

002 | Raeda:

When I started shipping them: I have very few memories of my early time in the fandom, which was quite late, so basically for as long as I can remember

My thoughts: That one screenshot of Raine bridal carrying Eda with That Expression™... yeah...

What makes me happy about them: How they were so in sync even as kids and stuck together for so long until...

What makes me sad about them: ...they were torn apart by the curse.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I know a lot of them were written before we even knew Raine existed, but Camileda fanfiction where Raine isn't acknowledged still bothers me.

Things I look for in fanfic: Established Raeda is always fun in AUs, bonus points if it's Camilraeda and they are all raising Luz, Vee and King.

My wishlist: NOW KISS

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Frequently bought together DO NOT SEPARATE! but I guess if I have to then Camila for Eda and I guess I could see Darius for Raine?

My happily ever after for them: They get married and help take care of Luz and Hunter with Camila.

003 | Caleb:

How I feel about this character: He wife guyed too close to the sun and it's still haunting the narrative. Iconic.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: His wife Evelyn, duh.

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: His connection to Hunter, if you can call that a relationship.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I'm not super interested in like a flashback to his time in Connecticut to be honest, I'd enjoy seeing more of his time and relationship with Evelyn, but his time in Gravesfield isn't that compelling to me

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: One thing I think could have some really neat potential is if he somehow could have a heart-to-heart with Hunter. I think that could be fascinating.

Favorite friendship for this character: I mean, there aren't exactly a lot of options but I think he and Luz could be great friends.

My crossover ship: Caleb X Not Dying

[cosmicangel888]

DIVINE HUMAN REMAKING ~ DF NOW

The Respect and Honour of A DF

The weight it carries ~ test this for 1 week and then go within and seek out new levels of self love, self appreciation, and self honour - as a tribe, we must set new self loving knowing of our capabilities after eons of imprints, social mud, and lower vibrational non-existence for who we are in our creative collective make-up.

Whatever situation you are in and are moving through - how may you pull out of whatever is most in front of you - the red flags, the intuition yelling at you - to change and face and move through - not denying, not suppressing but know you are strong enough to let go of and remake. ©

DF our work, our world, our word, our speech, our actions what we intend is so powerful on this planet - who are you

All are unique and this was a part of your #calgary lessons -

I was unique and not like you - I was an easy target - so learn it

I will not return

Nor do I declare any of you my friends - nothing has been offered given freely without a conditions and looking for something out of it - I have received literally nothing but pain, suffering, damage - and a lot of loss. I HAVE LEARNED MY LESSONS and thank you for the soul lessons - I don't love any of the past - I have done my healing - I no longer need validation or permission, or any's acceptance - I love who I am exactly and I am so happy of all my uniqueness -

The past will not be my future

The past people, ex, persons, are not going to be in my new life - all must go away and heal, and level up, and clear up karma and choices of degrading life-styles and why manipulation, deceit, lies, paying people off, nefarious activities and forcing energy, binding work daily, is a 'thing' that seems ok

~ ~ these are highly insecure tactics, not facing who any truly are, and hiding behind false masks, businesses, and fronts to appear one way and entirely not behind the doors; while degrading the only truth in the entire community and running her out of town due to stalking, spying, and blocking abundance, blocking people, and living like a slave ~ 

As long as I did not say anything - all was good - no thank you  It takes years to heal from what I barely escaped -

THE PAST WILL NOT RETURN -  I do not need a 2 yrs late apology of half truth and half stories so you can feel better - it will mean nothing to me. I said NO 1 billion times, do healing light work daily, for all involved to get on track and heal - do the inner work;

I am not anyones saviour nor will I walk and take any's karma and I will not rebuild what I only gave light to - 

I will not be taken advantage again nor placed in a home, with all the 'stuff' and live like a caged harvesting light post for the entire poly coven to suck the life out of me - while still not doing the work and not caring who they hurt. I cut my losses 2 yrs and left and I will keep leaving - 

There has be not 1 penny repaid - same story, same messages, same warning spirit gives and shows the same level of consciousness and I will not waste my life in such - I am highly advanced being and will not be eaten alive by those that simply don't give a fuck unless there is money and stuff to go with their games of spells and manipulation -  ©

Forgiveness to all -  I gave all more than they know  I showed, I offered, I gave so much light and the lessons were to choose new, and choose new ways to go within and reconnect with the higher self and be loved, be loving and do the inner work to not be followers of sick people that only want to herd and manipulate and use you - 

I will not give another ounce - 

Time was up 2 yrs ago - all know that 

My work has not been returned, there is not 1 penny returned and none have sent an apology via email, or my lawyer - and all know the contact details - it is common human sense and none have done 1 ounce of redemption - therefore my life, my damage and my souls wasting timelines, energy, light, the time I could have helped others that do care -

None 'get' any of the damage they have done - therefore - ©

I WILL NEVER SAY YES to go back to what I barely made it out of - 

I have learned and honoured all karmic lessons 

I choose me I choose me  I choose me 

I love myself

That is who I have fallen in love with - it is me.

Self love is keep moving and keep going - never look back and if all want something bad enough they will turn to God and sort out their lack of self issues, woundings, and there over 600 videos on our channel alone to help - 

This week - they still sent spell work, they still put their sick degrading words into the air in hopes I would take that on and be it -

I will not engage and I will not play - it is the same sick game of intimidation to break you and make you run back for more abuse - it is deep psychological abuse training -

love is not manipulative

love is not deceitful

love is overpowering and filled with magic to get your way

love is not persuasive to intend one thing and twist to get another

love is not forceful and boastful and selfish

love is not prideful and arrogant to be better and win over others

love is unconditional and it begins within - how you treat yourself want for yourself and knowing you need nothing outside of you -

love is no co-dependent -

I WILL ALWAYS say NO and spirit, ancestors, God will have no more - and why I am protected - DF should not have to say NO and explain in 1 million different ways why NO MEANS NO I don't love any of the past - the love was lost in all the spell work, and the torturous human testing that many knew and did 0 about and 0 repayment and continued fighting for every right I have - not 1 stepped up and brought truth -

I will not lower my vibration to be in any way involved and their games continue to try anything and everything to keep me bound, staying in their games with false narratives and lies, and spell work - games with those that they might get to play along and pull me back in - ©

NO MEANS NO

Heal your community - you #calgary all broke it - your community needs to redeem you - you all brought so much harm and darkness there -

I need nothing but what was stolen -

Still my accounts sit at 0 - so you can tell where they conscience is at - and has been for years.

NO WILL ALWAYS BE NO - learn the soul lessons and if you love yourself you would never ever ever treat any the way I was treated - basic human and common sense -

When all have made the improvements and shown to themselves they are their own answer - I will be open to discussions of assisting in what ways I may be able - until then, and it will take time, self love, and self compassion - all must show they are enough to do the work - just as the heavens asks of me -

I now ask of you - you must know of your own self love and choose for you -

I will not interfere in the most powerful lessons all have to know GOD is all you need - how to seek IT and how to surrender to IT

Friends don't try to block, bring them down, and bring them into submission or less than, and joke, laugh, and prey upon them - it was literally a horrible horrible experience - I felt it all - ©

Sit in, feel what has been created from years years of manipulated life, spell work, and intentions - all get to choose - so choose anew.

You would believe someone you have known for 30yrs over a false spiritualist that is nothing but a con and thief.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwpec...

All is forgiven,

Move on

Grow up

Get healed

Damage was done beyond what any know and nor seem to care - Our levels of honouring life are on completely different vibrations and I will not waste any more of my life. LEAVE ME BE - 

Blessings and light

Joanna

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[mere-coincidence]

September 16, 2022

I want to stay. I want to leave. I’m scared. I wonder if my love for you is worth the pain of always wondering if I’m enough for you, if you will do this again in the future. I’m scared to express my wants and needs because i know the outcome that it will result. I’m really only delaying my own resolution. I like to think that if i only let you in sooner, maybe none of this would have happened. You truly make me feel whole. But i remember what you said. You were ready for the next chapter in your life. You want to find the person who makes you whole too. Me staying is hurting both of us at this point. Yet i want to stay. I want the happy ending i envisioned with you. I want the rest of my life with you. I’m being selfish by not letting you go. I only have myself to blame at this point. I should have left a long time ago. I’m in denial because i hope one day youll wake up and only want me, only have eyes for me the same way i do for you.

I want to be held and taken care of. But the fact it took you 5 years to want to do that makes it feel fake. Everything feels fake. Youre doing it to make yourself feel better. I want to feel safe in your arms like i used to but i feel empty. Like I’m a balloon full of water that burst at the bottom. And youre trying to refill it. I want you to be that knight in shining armor i always thought of you to be like. But youre not. I put on this hard exterior and tell people to not worry. I always worry. Its easier for people not to worry about me even though i wish so hard someone would just pull me out and make it ok. Nothings ok. My lungs dont want to hold air anymore. I’m stepping on my own chest because I’m so mad. I thought it was ok to let you in. The one person i trusted without a doubt. I found my person. I guess over the years i got used to being disappointed and thought “he doesnt mean the things he says” or “its ok next time we can do something.” When all i wanted to do was get closer to you and spend time together. I made a version of you in my head that took care of me and was everything i wanted. And now you want to do that for me, but only cause jess is around.

You want a compromise. I dont think i can give that to you. My compromise still is the same. Jess stays as a friend. I dont want to try poly again. I dont want that. I wish i was your first and only choice. I wish youd run and help me like you would for her. I wish you cared about me like you do her. I wish i ignited that fire in you, but i didnt. She did. I know you love me, but youre in love with her. Theres a difference. I know I’m not wanted or needed as much. I want someone to only want me. Only want to take care of me. I really wish that person was you.

[beeindaclouds]

poly relationship w dteam?

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Poly relationship w/ Dream team

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For a bit of backstory read this :)

So, to make things "fair" I imagine you living with George in England

So it's pretty balanced, Dreamnap are togheter and you have George

But you all still can't wait to meet eachother

I feel like Sapnap and George would sometimes get pretty "challenging", so to make the other jealous whenever your on videocall they get touchy with you and Dream

George kisses your cheek? Sapnap does the same to Dream

Sapnap is sitting on Dream's lap? You are suddenly pulled into George's lap as he nuzzles his face into your neck

This can go on for hours, and you and Dream are just done with it

Whenever one of you is on the phone with another, the other two that are left out have to immediately butt in

Example, Dream and George are having their usual call and you and Sapnap will just walk in and randomly join

When you all meet up, oh god

It wasn't that hard to find a tall dirty blonde guy next to a short panda dressed in all black

And as Dream finally meets George, you tackle Sapnap to the ground

You tried with Dream but man's tall and strong, it ain't happening

I feel like as soon as you get to your now home, you all just cuddle in your new bed and just talk away

About your life, about how lucky you are to be with eachother, y'know sweet couple stuff

Probably talk so long that, because of how tired you were, you end up falling asleep on one of them

Then they all carefully move around, as they get in a better position to cuddle all togheter

You help Dream cook as much as you can, while Sapnap and George are officially banned from the kitchen

The three boys all try to hog Patches as much as you can, but most of the time she's with you

Imagine the vlogs y'all would do. Even just doing everyday things like buying groceries can turn into a great vlog with you four

So, Punz visits every once in a while and he is openly flirty with all of you and none of you mind of course cause it's all fun and games

But your three boyfriends do sometimes get an ity bity jealous when you're giggling away with Punz

You have to comfort them with tons of hugs and kisses

I imagine you all share clothes. It's not a single person's clothes, is everybody's clothes

Especially merch, y'all were eachothers merch a lot, even just around the house

Ok, but, Crew boys meet up, and Quackity and Karl always hog you because "they never get to spend time with you"

I can see them jokingly getting "gossipy" and asking you about your relationship with the other three

Wait, I just imagine all of you having like cute matching promise rings, and they all have small gems on them in the colors of your channels

This is all so cheesy, I feel single :'D

[writing-reaper]

Bad Batch Poly! S/o scenario: New realities with Omega

Warnings: none, just fluff and mommy vibes

(Late night thoughts. If anything sounds weird, sorry.)

* Staying on the marauder with five men was difficult in itself, but adding a child in that mix made seven people in a small space.

* Thankfully, Omega was happy taking the little space of the gunner chair, leaving six chairs open for the rest of the group.

* Though, Tech and Echo tended to stay in the cockpit.

* It wasn’t until a few days after their escape did it truly set in just how strange it was to have a child on board.

* Omega was a darling the majority of the time, everyone having taken on a parental role in the proper scenarios (especially Hunter), but there were times where (Y/n) had to step in because the boys truly didn’t know what to do.

* The first time this happened was when Omega needed help brushing her hair.

* The hair brush had been misplaced and during its absence, Omega’s hair had become knotted.

* Despite Hunter having long hair, he never exactly took care of it, but it never seemed to knot up that badly either.

* So, (Y/n) took it upon herself to sir Omega on her lap and carefully untangle her hair using her fingers, a few hair clips, and some water.

* It was a sweet moment: Omega rambling about anything and everything as Hunter nodded along and watched what (Y/n) did carefully.

* Next, it was when Omega asked about getting washed up.

* Despite having a refresher, they didn’t have a shower on the ship.

* “Guess you’ll just have to deal with it.” Crosshair remarks, earning a shared reaction around the room of shrugs and agreement.

* “Sorry kid, you’ll just have to wait.”

* “No she doesn’t. Come on, hun.” (Y/n) speaks up, motioning to the refresher, leading her inside.

* Inside the refresher (Y/n) explains that a proper shower isn’t possible, but it isn’t impossible to stay clean.

* She removed some body wash and a rag from the cabinet beneath the sink and wet the rag and covered it in soap.

* “I can leave if you’d like. Just scrub down your body then use another rag to clean all the soap off. I’ll help you with your hair when you’re done, ok?”

* “Okay!”

* (Y/n) exited the refresher to find the guys standing there waiting for her.

* “So that’s how you’re always clean?” Wrecker asks, more telling himself that than asking her.

* “Hygiene is important, especially for children.” She responds. “This is the best option for her at the moment.”

* Cuddling was something everyone had slowly grown accustomed to (thanks to (Y/n)) and Omega seemed to cuddle a lot.

* She could usually sleep by herself, the occasional nightmare ruining that peace, but she could usually find consultation in one of the members (usually Hunter or (Y/n)).

* One day, after a mission when everyone was doing their own thing, Omega found herself restless, despite her exhaustion.

* The only other person closest to her was (Y/n), so she went to her.

* “Can I help you, love?” (Y/n) asks the girl, her eyes still closed.

* “Can I rest with you?” Omega asks, quickly smiling as (Y/n) shifts slightly to welcome her.

* Since (Y/n) had been resting with her back against the wall, Omega put her back to (Y/n)’s stomach and (Y/n) wrapped her arms around Omega.

* They were found an hour later, passed out, (Y/n)’s head resting on top of Omega’s, her leg beneath Omega’s slightly folded up ones.

* And of course, the best and the worst part of Omega’s presence was her cooing and ewing whenever (Y/n) kissed any of the boys.

* With Hunter, she always got excited seeing the two kiss (most likely seeing the two closer to her parents than any of the other)

* With Tech, it was somewhere in between, usually more toward the cooing side considering they kissed the least.

* She usually encouraged (Y/n) to kiss Tech before she left the room or separated with him for even a second after spending time with him.

* With Crosshair, Omega tended to ew all their kisses.

* It was kind of funny, (Y/n) knew she was only doing it to get a reaction out of Crosshair since he was the most distant from her.

* With Echo, it was usually cooing and ewing. Direct kisses didn’t happen often with Echo, usually kisses were on the hand or cheek, earning Omega’s coos, but when it was on the lips and Omega happened to see, she’d ew.

* With Wrecker, it was always an ew.

* It wasn’t a serious ew like with Crosshair. With Wrecker it was more playful and Wrecker would ew her in return.

[shokami]

wc ; 1k in total

featuring ; kuroo, kenma, akaashi, and bokuto

synopsis ; being in a poly relationship with four people was never an easy task, but things get worse when the squish of peace goes missing. poly! headcanons and drabble.

you started dating kuroo first, that’s how this all ended up happening.

next thing you knew, you ended up developing feelings for kenma, which you really thought was going to be an awkward conversation. turns out they were actually pretty ecstatic to be in a poly relationship with you.

as for how bokuto and akaashi ended up being a part of your relationship? well, you like to refer to that as a happy accident.

kuroo was very attached to a select few people, and it happened to be the four of you— so it was no surprise that you all hung out grouped together all of the time.

before you knew it, you were all basically acting like you were dating. akaashi would show up with lunch, or groceries, or with a moody bokuto at 2 A.M because ‘kuroo and kenma didn’t share you’.

you even got into the habit of showing up to every single one of MSBY’s games, and cheered him on from the front row.

it even got to the point where you were showing up at akaashi’s office to make sure he had lunch, or a late dinner.

don’t get it twisted though, you still paid special attention to kuroo and kenma too.

speaking of them, you indirectly hinted at the fact that you felt like you were all in a giant relationship together… to which kuroo awkwardly laughed and made a joke about it.

little did you know he had been thinking the same thing, and discussed it with kenma whether or not they should ask.

they never got the chance to because a few days later, bokuto and akaashi were leaving when akaashi kissed you, and kuroo accidentally dropped an ‘i love you’ to bokuto. this basically initiated the spider-man meme.

you had all gotten so comfortable being that close with one another, that things just formed on their own without anyone realizing at first.

that night led to a long conversation on whether or not the five of you could have a sensible relationship together.

spoiler warning: you did, and you guys were so disgustingly cute together.

it was a perfect balance. kuroo and bokuto were the loud duo, and you joked about how they gave the rest of you ‘scary dog privileges’.

then there was kenma and akaashi, who were the more silent and comforting, yet somehow still chaotic in their own ways—

you on the other hand, managed to be the mix that sat in the inbetween. your energy changed depending who you were around, and if it was all of them… it took your entire mental capacity to control them.

a lot of boundaries were in place, and everyone got days to be alone and take a break, and even days with specific partners for days out. it was the best way for no one to become overwhelmed, and it kept arguments and fights to a bare minimum.

your relationship is so healthy, and loving that it makes everyone else curious on how it works

you never have an answer, but it’s okay because not everyone needs to know

let it be known that in your house there is a singular reversible octopus squishy.

you and kenma are definitely the ones who use it the most, and bokuto is a close second.

akaashi used it once when he was tired and grumpy, and that gained him a lot of space from everyone and extra cuddles from you.

kuroo however, has never used it but he is in charge of keeping track of where it is and who has it. everyone calls him the mood watcher, he’s like your personal mood ring.

“TETSUROU,” you and bokuto ran into the living room out of breath, a look of terror on your faces. “Where is Mr. Octopus squishy?!”

Kuroo looked up from his spot on the couch, Akaashi sat beside him looking unbothered and focused as he wrote, “Yn, you don’t have it? I thought you were the last one with it.”

“YOU LOST MR. OCTOPUS?!” Bokuto whisper yelled, finally causing Akaashi to look up at the two of you.

“Kenma is setting up for a stream, and he is in a big bad mood— we need the octopus ASAP.” you calmly explained, pushing Bokuto in the opposite direction to look around the house.

The octopus squishy was seen as a sacred item in your house, and was always needed to express moods and the vibe of the room. You had vividly remembered giving it back to Kuroo last week, and you had no idea where he could’ve misplaced it. The damned octopus was vital for Kenma’s moods, and if you couldn’t find it… then you’d never know when the area was safe.

A bit dramatic, but it was a process that worked.

Both Kuroo and Akaashi began to look for the octopus with you two, and you knew everyone would get lectured for losing the squish of peace.

After about twenty minutes of looking, Kuroo found him tucked away in one of the many blankets around the house, “Okay, now who’s going to get it to him?”

You all fell silent, glancing at each other as the task presented itself. Kenma was the worst one out of everyone when it came to his bad moods, and none of you wanted to face his wrath.

“Kou I think you’re up—“

“HUH?? TETSUROU YOU LOST IT, YOU DO IT.”

“YEAH BUT YOU’RE FASTER, AREN’T YOU?”

Trying your best to refrain from laughing at the two arguing, you knew Bokuto would be the one to do it simply for the ego boost. “Okay take Mr. Octopus, you got this babe!”

Standing outside of Kenma’s streaming room, Bokuto took several deep breaths and prepared himself to run in and right back out.

“Speed. Speed. I am speed.”

You started giggling behind Kuroo, while he hyped himself up. Akaashi looked as if he was losing the remainder of his brain cells, listening to Bokuto recite quotes from the movie, Cars.

“Ok, Lightning Mcqueen…”

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[alpacaparkaseok]

The Pact - Date #3

Pairing/Genre: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS

Word Count: 7.7k

Premise: The truth about the pact the boys have about you has been revealed. What happens when you agree to go on a single date with each of them?

Warnings: none, BUT THE FLUFF IS COMING DOWN FULL FORCE YA’LL

a/n: don’t forget, I taking your guys’ comments/reactions into account for this series, so please let me know what your thoughts are! of course, at the end we’ll really take a deeper look at all of the dates and what stood out the most, but I would love to hear from you about this one!! love you all, enjoy!

Date #3

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The more time has passed, the more you fully come to realize that if you have been that affected by two dates, you are in no way prepared for the five that remain.

Nope. Not one bit.

It was Thursday when Jungkook finally texted to check that you were free around eleven. Your heart leapt, finally. A date that you wouldn’t have to spend all day moping around waiting for.

So obviously, you were ready by 9. You know, just in case.

You’d been instructed to wear casual clothes, something that you rejoiced in. Donning your sweater with the word Harvard in thick blue letters spanning the front and a pair of skinny jeans, you felt right at home.

The boys never missed a chance to tease you about your Harvard sweatshirt, and for some reason they never believed your lie that you actually went there. Of course, that might be due to the fact that they were very much aware of your current schooling situation and it was most definitely not Harvard.

But hey...attending one of the top universities in South Korea wasn’t bad, either.

Currently you were perched on the end of your bed, partly due to the fact that if you went anywhere else you would most certainly just end up staring out the window at every car that passed by. Not wanting to look like a nosy neighbor, you’d confined yourself to your room to wait out the morning.

In the hours that pass, your thoughts are completely occupied by the two boys you shared the last couple of Saturdays with.

It would be a lie to say that you don’t replay the image of Taehyung standing in your doorway every night as you tried to sleep, his hair a fluffy mess and that cable knit sweater proving to be your doom.

Your thoughts were usually interrupted as you took your bracelet off and stared at it, imagining Hobi delicately placing each individual bead it it’s place. It’s when your hand burns with the memory of his gentle kiss on your palm that you finally set the bracelet down and let out a frustrated sigh.

Yeah...Jimin was wrong when he invited you to just think of these as nice, friendly dates.

He probably knew it, too.

“Ok,” you breathe out, closing your eyes and focusing on the rise and fall of your chest. “Just...enjoy it.”

Enjoy it you shall.

That’s the thing that carries you through the waiting, still just breathing in and out and mentally preparing yourself for all that awaits you today.

You get so carried away in your attempts to calm down that the knock on your front door comes before you realize how much time has passed. Taking one more steadying breath, you get up from your bed and amble down the hallway to the door.

Pausing for a moment, you realize that you truly have no idea who might be on the other side of that door. The thought makes you smile. You’ve always loved a good mystery.

Cracking open the door, you can’t help but smile as the figure before you has their back turned to you. At the sound of your quiet giggle, they turn around, eyes a little wide.

A nervous smile in place, Namjoon leans forward ever so slightly. Almost as though he’s being pulled in by your personal gravity. “Morning,” he says almost as an afterthought, his voice low.

“Good morning,” you respond, throwing the door open the rest of the way. “So you’re lucky number three?”

“Well, you know what they say.”

You busy yourself with grabbing your bag and double checking that you have everything. “What do they say?”

Namjoon shrugs, his nervous smile growing until it’s bordering on giddiness. “Third time’s a charm.”

Indeed.

Once you’ve ascertained that you have everything you’ll need (you made sure to replenish your mint stash earlier this week), you’re stepping out into the slightly brisk air and locking the door behind you.

The sound of keys jingling near your ear has you turning to face Namjoon, who wears an oversized, dark plaid shirt that’s open to reveal his black t-shirt beneath it. The picture of casual coolness, paired with his dark wash jeans and sneakers, the look is complete with the way his dimples poke out as he holds up the keys to your eye level.

“Guess who’s driving?” He teases in a sing-song voice, making you laugh as you swipe the keys from him. As the two of you descend the stairs toward the car, you tilt your head to the side.

“How did you get here?” Then, turning to him with wide eyes, “You didn’t drive yourself, right?”

He’s quick to shake his head, pointing out a car that’s turning around at the end of your street and slowly making its way back toward you two. “The guys dropped me off.”

The thought of Namjoon in a car with some of the boys and the rest trailing after them in a separate vehicle is endearing, while also hilarious. “All of them?”

“Yep,” he confirms. “Every last one of them.”

As the car draws nearer, you see the windows roll down and someone with familiar black, fluffy hair sticks their head out. Like a dog pile, another head hovers beside them.

Taehyung and Jimin.

Oh, and there’s Jungkook somehow managing to wiggle in between them.

“We apologize in advance, jagiya,” Jimin croons loudly with a teasing smirk. “At least try to enjoy yourself.”

You snort, clicking the button to unlock the car and laughing even harder when Hobi jumps at the sound of the horn. He sits in the passenger seat beside Jin, who drives. The two merely wave before mumbling something to each other that makes them laugh.

“Where’s Yoongi?” You ask, frowning as you do a head count and not finding him anywhere. In response, a pale hand coming from what must be the very back row of the car worms its way forward to the open window. You swear you can almost hear his disgruntled greeting, but it’s drowned out as Taehyung excitedly speaks up.

“Good luck trying to beat me, hyung,” he teases, shooting Namjoon a sweet smile that’s at odds with his teasing comment.

Namjoon just shrugs, utterly unphased as he follows you around the car and opens the drivers side with smooth precision. “Shouldn’t be too hard.”

This encourages a round of ooh-ing that only serves to make you laugh even as you tuck away the momentary competitive side of Namjoon. Calm, calculated, and - if you’re reading that steely look in his eyes correctly - utterly in the zone.

Oh, you’re definitely enjoying this way more than you should.

“Drive safe!” The boys shout out amidst jeering comments directed toward Namjoon and his lack of driving abilities. With a final wave, they’re speeding off down the street. Once they’ve disappeared from sight, you notice the way Namjoon’s shoulders relax. He hurries over to the passenger side, hopping in and buckling up before fiddling with his phone.

“So...where to?” You ask, buckled up and ready to go. You tap the steering wheel excitedly, already feeling hyped up from the short interaction with everyone.

You miss seeing them all together. There’s a reason why you’re friends with the entire group.

“I put the address into the car,” Namjoon explains. “It should give you directions as we go.”

Arching a brow at him, you don’t shift into drive just yet. “So I’m driving us there, but I don’t get to know what the end location is?”

Smiling softly, Namjoon nods. “Exactly. You’re so smart, have I ever told you that?”

Scowling, you press the green button that appears on the screen and a warm female voice instructs you to drive to the stop sign and turn left.

You hum, pondering the slightly sarcastic question. “I’m not sure. But that’s definitely a sign that you should tell me more often.”

“I’ll make note of that.”

With a glance at the screen, you see the estimated driving time. “We’re leaving Seoul?”

From your peripheral, you notice Namjoon’s worried expression. “Is that alright? We can find something to do around here, it’s just-”

“No,” you rush to reassure him. “I was just surprised, that’s all.” It won’t be a particularly long drive, just over an hour, but you certainly weren’t expecting that.

Something tells you that there are plenty more surprises waiting for you today.

It doesn’t take long before the two of you slip into an easy conversation, Namjoon relating his latest experiences in his efforts to add something eye-catching to his studio.

“Like what?” You ask. “I love your studio the way it is.”

Namjoon looks over at you, smiling softly. “Really? I don’t know...I just feel like something’s missing.”

“Well, we’ll keep an eye out for something today,” you promise, relaxing now that you’re on the freeway and in the flow of traffic. “Like, do you want something to hang up? Or something to go on your desk?”

He shrugs, taking a moment to roll his window down and close his eyes as it runs through his hair. “I already have a bunch of stuff on the wall, and if I put anything on my desk-”

“Right, you’ll spill on it.”

“Exactly.” You keep your eyes on the road, entirely missing the fond look he gives you.

“So basically, you don’t need anything.”

He huffs a sigh, rolling the window back up and sinking down into the seat. “No, I do, I just don’t know what.”

“Mmm.”

“Hey,” Namjoon cuts, giving you a dramatic glare. “Don’t mock me.”

Feigning innocence, you peek over at him. “I’m not!”

“Yah, just drive.”

“I am!”

Despite the bickering, you can’t fight the smile edging its way onto your features. A glance over at Namjoon shows that he’s having the same issue, his face turned away from you but failing to hide the silly grin he’s attempting to hide as his fingers curl at his lips. It’s a habit he’s had for as long as you’ve known him, one that often makes its way into many photos.

“Prepare to take exit 14,” the voice instructs, and you make your way over to the far lane, eyeing the looming sign that will announce what exit it’s for. Once the sign comes into view, you give Namjoon a puzzled look.

“We’re going to Anyang?”

It’s not that you have anything against the city, it’s just that...well, what is there in Anyang that isn’t in Seoul?

“See? Super intelligent.” It’s the only response you get from Namjoon, but it has you rolling your eyes in an effort to counter the butterflies that erupt in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you.

In a couple of minutes you’re turning onto a relatively quiet street, only a few random people mulling about, enjoying their weekend. Namjoon points out an entrance to a parking lot that you would have completely missed due to its hidden nature. Once you’re parked and dwarfed between the buildings surrounding the little lot, you jump out of the car and make a show of stretching your legs.

Namjoon mimics you, a loud yet satisfying yawn coming from him. “Hey, are you hungry now or are you good to wait a little while?”

You pause, internally wondering. “I think I’m good for a while.”

“Great.” Rubbing his hands together, he comes to stand beside you. “Let’s go, then.”

You fall into step beside him. “Woah, you still haven’t told me where- oh.”

The two of you have rounded a corner and now stand in front of a nondescript building. Its sage green paint is chipping a bit, giving it a rustic feel that is only accentuated by the gold lettering above the door.

Wanderers & Travelers

However, it’s not the homey feel or the tasteful name that has you stopping in your tracks. It’s what you see inside, through the large windows.

Without a single word, you step forward as though in a daze. The little bell above the door chimes as you walk in, announcing your arrival. And, as though the entire thing couldn’t get better, the scent hits you.

The smell of old and new books, some leather bound and some hard backed, dives into your senses and leaves you whirling.

The walls in here are painted some shade of sky blue, complementing the deep wood shelves. It’s quiet in here, the only sound being that of shuffling feet.

If you blink, you’re afraid it might all vanish.

“Oh! You’re here!”

Turning to your left, you see a woman with flecks of white in her hair, smiling warmly at you and Namjoon. If you’re being completely, honest, you’d nearly forgotten that Namjoon was there.

The woman descends the final few steps of the creaky staircase, keeping a friendly distance as she nods at the two of you. “You were right,” she remarks to Namjoon. Then, to you with a teasing smirk, “You look like you’ve never seen a bookstore before.”

You sputter for the right words. “I- yeah, but this-”

“Is no ordinary bookstore,” Namjoon finishes for you, a hand at your elbow. You can’t help but lean into his touch, momentarily forgetting the rows and rows of shelves just a few steps away as Namjoon involuntarily steps a little closer.

“Ah, right. Well, first thing’s first: I’m Choi Min-jee. And this is my bookstore,” she gestures to the endless rows of bookshelves, and you wonder for a moment how all of these can fit in the building. It looks so much smaller from the outside.

Min-jee motions for you to follow her, and she leads the two of you to the nearest bookshelf. “These books range in languages and age, you never know what you might find. This shop has been in my family for five generations now - we’ve collected our fair share of books and other antique items.” With a little wink, she steps back. “Take your time, and let me know if you have any questions. Oh, and the upstairs is open now.”

Namjoon perks up at this, looking over from where he’d pulled a book off the shelf. “Really? We’ll have to look up there!”

“Please do! I’m off to practice piano.” With that, she whisks away, leaving you to your own devices.

You stare after her in awe, mouth slightly ajar. It makes Namjoon chuckle quietly, he must know the feeling.

“I wanna be her when I grow up,” you whisper, earning a louder chuckle from the man.

“Same.” Namjoon heads deeper into the shelves, and you follow after him. He glances back at you over his shoulder. “This is my favorite place.”

“I take it you’re a regular?” You ask, eyes catching on a bright blue book with frayed binding. Pausing, you ease it from its spot. “Hm… ‘The Cottage by the Sea’.” You run my hand over the shiny inlay, a seashell glinting up at you. “Why do I feel like I just entered the world of ‘Little Women’?”

Namjoon snorts, wandering back over to you and gazing down at the book. He grabs the one that occupied the spot next to it on the shelf, the deep red absorbing in all the surrounding light. “You’re definitely Jo.”

“Really?” You ask, gently flipping through the first few pages and trying to find a publish date. “I always thought that I was more of an Amy.”

Namjoon looks appalled, tearing his eyes away from his book. “What? No. In what world are you Amy?”

“Hey! Don’t act like she’s a bad person,” You whine, bringing the book close to your chest. “She was just...trying to survive.”

Huffing loudly and obnoxiously, Namjoon heads over to the other aisle, peeking at you through the gaps in the shelf. “She got everything she ever wanted, without hardly having to ask for it. Are you telling me that you have everything you ever wanted?”

There’s a skylight above you, allowing the lazy afternoon sun to filter in and play with the lighter tones in Namjoon’s hair. He looks at you with his ferociously focused gaze, something that you had never squirmed under before but now find your cheeks burning as he doesn’t look away.

You sigh contentedly. “More or less. Look at me, I’m surrounded by books.”

Namjoon gets closer to the shelves, leaning down to be eye-level with you through the shelves. “So what’s missing?”

“Hmm?” You hum, getting a little lost as music starts up somewhere. You realize with a start that this must be what Min-jee meant by practicing piano, as the soft sound comes from somewhere hidden.

There’s a little smile on Namjoon’s face, just enough for a dimple to appear. “You said more or less. What are you missing still?”

Edging a little closer and nearly closing your eyes at the smell of leather, you’re tempted to reach through the shelf and poke at the little indent in his cheek. “Just your glasses, I think. I love it when you wear your glasses.”

The statement takes him by surprise, Namjoon’s dragon-like gaze dropping and a flush taking over his features before he steps back. “Hmph.” With that, he continues down the aisle, the red book still in his hands and the blue in yours. “I still think you would be Jo, though.”

“Why?”

The two of you match footsteps, languidly walking along the seemingly endless rows. You catch glimpses of him through the books, a soft dimpled smile on his face as he looks down at his feet. It’s enough to make your coy smile grow, and you clutch the book tighter to your chest.

Finally, Namjoon comes to a stop as another book catches his eye. You take the opportunity to round the corner and enter the aisle he stands in, feet carrying you closer to him. Just as you’re about to reach his side, he speaks.

“Jo is...well, for one, she’s a dreamer. And we both know you’ve got a lot of dreams in that head of yours.” He taps your forehead for emphasis, side-smile growing when you scowl. “But she’s a realistic dreamer. You’ve given up a lot for your dreams, but I believe that you’d leave it all behind if someone you loved was in need of you.”

You blink, unprepared for the genuine compliment.

“And,” Namjoon says breathily, sliding the book back into its place and turning on his heel to walk away. “You two share a tendency to be oblivious to others feelings for you.”

He keeps walking, leaving you to become a sputtering mess before launching yourself after him. “I- we what?!” You all but screech, wincing as you sound twice as loud in the empty shop. “I am not oblivious-”

With a triumphant smirk, Namjoon heads down a little slope that leads toward a sitting area. “Be honest with yourself. You wouldn’t have had any idea about the pact or anything if Jungkook hadn’t spilled it.”

“But that’s not my fault!” You defend, glaring defiantly at his back. “You guys had that under lock and key!”

Diving into another row, Namjoon looks contemplative. “Ok, that may be true. But tell me the truth: did you ever once suspect that...I don’t know, there might be something more going on? Even just once?”

You stand out in the main walkway still, frozen by his question. “Er…” Pausing to think, you squint down at the book still in your hands.

Of course there were moments that had your heart pumping a little faster and a blush rising to your cheeks. Movie nights always meant some form of cuddling, but you quickly just assumed that it was all part of the friendship. Good morning texts that made you sink back into your pillows with a lazy smile, or the little facts that one of the boys would remember about you always made you stop and wonder.

But you never actually entertained the idea. It all seemed too…

“Unrealistic,” you mumble aloud. When Namjoon looks at you quizzically, you walk down a few rows until something catches your eye. You delight in the fact that now he’s following you. “I guess I had little moments where I wondered, but it just seemed like wishful thinking.”

Stopping near the end of the row and looking up at the top shelf, you wiggle on your tip-toes trying to grab a book. Your fingers barely graze the spine of the book before a warm presence overshadows you and Namjoon’s fingers ghost over your own before tugging the brown book from its spot. Still pressed against your back, his light breathing makes the hair on the back of your neck tingle as he lowers the book into your waiting hands.

“Moments like this?” He whispers, hands coming to rest just above your hips.

Suddenly, you recall a moment from months before, when you’d been in a similar situation. The boys had invited you over for some breakfast on one of their rare morning’s off. You’d wanted some cereal, only to find the bowls on the very top shelf. Namjoon had come to your rescue, pulling the exact same move before awkwardly pausing and looking as though he’d wanted to say something. He hadn’t, and instead rushed out of the kitchen before you could even utter a ‘thank you’.

Turning around in his grasp, you can see that he wears a similar expression as before. This time, however, he looks determined to say whatever comes to mind.

With a quiet voice you whisper, “Who in their right mind puts bowls on the top shelf?”

Namjoon’s grip on your hips tightens as he throws his head back and laughs, the kind of laugh that sinks right into your bones. All you can do is watch him, feeling like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him. Perhaps it’s the first time you’ve ever allowed yourself to look freely.

“Ah, so you did notice,” he whispers back. “You acted like nothing happened, so I figured I was in the clear.”

With a roll of your eyes, you’re stepping out of his grasp and taking a look down at the new book in your hand. “With you, Mr. Kim, we’re never in the clear.”

He lets out a low hiss, but lets you walk away. Not like you realize he’s not following you anymore, you’re idly wandering around while thumbing through the mystery novel. It looks like it might be an original copy from one of your favorite authors. One that passed away in the 1950’s, but still stands out among the countless authors that have come after them.

You’ve made it down to the small sitting area, where a large fireplace is crackling.

“Huh,” you smile. As if this place couldn’t get any better. Plopping down on the couch, you let out a sigh at how the cushions sink and welcome you into their warm embrace. Setting the blue book off to the side, you open up the brown one and begin to read.

You’ve nearly completed the first chapter - knees tucked to your chest as you lean against the arm of the couch - when you hear footsteps approaching.

Expecting it to be Namjoon, you glance over your shoulder with a smile. It’s Min-jee, who returns the smile with a knowing look. You listen closely and realize that her piano practice must be over. Classical music plays over the speakers in the shop instead.

“Namjoon’s gone upstairs,” she explains, coming to adjust something in the fireplace. “He said something about finding an item for his studio.”

You close the book softly, stretching before sitting up straight. “What’s upstairs? More books?”

“No, we’ve expanded our antique selection, there’s an assortment of desks and chairs up there, among other things.”

Making an ‘o’ with your mouth, you get up. “This place is amazing, by the way.” You hold up the brown book with an excited expression. “I found this - I think it’s an original! How much is it?”

Min-jee makes her way over to you, smiling softly as she recognizes the book. “You’re a fan of this author too, huh? My grandad used to read these to me back before I had to start running the shop.” She offers you a fond look. “Oh, and Namjoon told me to put whatever you like on his tab. So don’t worry about it. Take the book.”

She must notice your shock, because she places a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezes it gently. “He also told me that you might be hesitant to get anything because of that. But honestly, get it. And ‘The Cottage by the Sea’. That’s one of my favorites, actually.” Min-jee nods at the blue book with its golden seashell.

“Ah, he knows me too well,” you sigh. “This might be silly to ask, but...do you think it’s alright? You know, to just get them?”

Min-jee, to your eternal gratitude, doesn’t laugh at your question. Instead, she sees right through you, to the worry in your heart.  The last thing you want is to take advantage of any of the boys. “It would make him happy,” she responds, watching your reaction carefully. You immediately let out a sigh of relief, nodding and picking up the books.

“Alright,” you concede. “I’ll get them, then.”

“Great! I’ll take them up front and hold them for you, if you’d like.”

“That’s perfect.”

While she whisks away your books, you follow after her until you reach the staircase. She nods encouragingly, and you head up.

Clearing the stairs, it doesn’t take long to locate Namjoon. He’s standing in front of a large wardrobe, inspecting every inch of it. The sight makes you smile, enjoying the way he’s chewing on the inside of the cheek.

“Don’t tell me that’s what you’re getting for the studio,” you drawl, making your way toward him. He looks back at you, a wide smile interrupting his cheek chewing.

“I mean...no, but look at it!” He exclaims. “It’s beautiful, isn't it? Honestly, if I moved some things around, I could probably make it fit.”

You reach the wardrobe, marveling at the expert craftsmanship. “It’s gorgeous. But what would you even put in it? It’s not like you take all of your coats to the studio. And you want your trophies to be visible, don’t you?”

This thing must weigh a ton, the wood is thick and the hinges smooth. “Hmm...no, but I can think of something else I could hide away in here.” The way Namjoon glances over at you with a sly grin makes you stumble back, red rushing to your cheeks as you suddenly become preoccupied with a very old typewriter.

“What would that be?” You venture, running your fingers over the keyboard. You’re waiting for his answer, which you’re sure will be a single word - you. However, just as he’s opening his mouth and looking like he’s garnering the courage to say it, the creaky staircase announces someone’s arrival.

At first you think nothing of it, but Min-jee’s voice is loud. Loud enough that you know she’s trying to be heard.

“I told you, we don’t sell anything BTS related in this store.” She says, and you and Namjoon share a puzzled look.

A couple of voices respond, but one in particular stands out as she raises her voice. “I swear, I saw Kim Namjoon walking around in here just a few minutes ago!”

Their footsteps are growing closer, and you suddenly realize that this is Min-jee’s way of warning you two.

Rushing over to Namjoon’s side, you look around frantically. “Is there another way out?” You whisper. Clearly the staircase is blocked at the moment. When he shakes his head, you’re about ready to suggest causing a distraction but he suddenly gasps.

Quickly and quietly, he’s swinging open the wardrobe and nudging you inside, quickly following. You raise your eyebrows, mouth opening to ask him just how this is going to help anything, but he allows the door to swing shut and presses a hand against your mouth.

Back pressed against the back of the wardrobe and Namjoon looming over you, the two of you hardly dare to breathe as you strain to listen to what’s going on outside.

“I’m pretty sure I would know if he was in my shop,” Min-jee is saying, sounding much closer now. “And right now the upstairs is off-limits, so please-”

“Look, I know I must sound crazy, but I’m absolutely positive that I saw him in here. I was just outside and he went up the stairs! And now you expect me to believe what you’re saying?”

You keep your eyes trained on the thin opening where light is streaming in, trying to see what’s going on. Namjoon, however, shuffles a little closer, hand slipping from your mouth and staring down at you. He braces his hands on either side of your head, needing to bend over a little bit due to the small space.

“For the last time,” Min-jee defends, “the upstairs portion of this shop is closed. As you can tell, nobody is up here besides us. If you wish to continue this conversation, I would simply ask that we do it downstairs.”

You bite your lip, looking up at Namjoon and about to whisper something about how Min-jee deserves a raise. The words die on your tongue, however, when you finally catch sight of him.

Namjoon is slouching a bit, and you realize that his hands are on either side of your head. His hair is slightly mussed, from what you’re unsure. However, that’s not what has your breath catching in your throat.

He’s looking down at you in a way that suddenly makes you aware of just how small the wardrobe is, and has you mentally cursing yourself for coming up here in the first place. Namjoon is looking at you, looking at you in a way that you immediately recognize.

Like it’s the first time he’s allowed himself to.

You watch the way his eyes follow the way your throat constricts as you swallow, the way they trace the slope of your nose and the dip above your lip.

The voices fade away as Namjoon’s fingers feather through your hair, light enough to make your heart melt. He does so slowly, eyes reading your own in order to see if he’s somehow crossed a line that he shouldn’t have.

You, however, are sick of all these dumb lines and boundaries that have been set. Somehow, Namjoon must see that, because he’s opening his mouth and whispering out what he’s been thinking this entire time.

“You,” he mumbles as he watches the strand of hair he tucks behind your ear. Almost as though to verify that this is real, that it’s actually happening. “I’d tuck you away in here, and nobody would find us.”

Breathing has become impossible at this point.

“No prying eyes, no invisible lines to make sure I don’t cross,” he’s tracing the line of your jaw now, and you don’t miss the slight tremor in his hand. “Would you like that as much as I would?”

His eyes land on yours, eyebrows coming together as he awaits your answer. You would smile if you could, but you find that you’ve turned to putty at his touch. Instead, you slowly nod before breathing out, “Yes.”

That’s when you realize that Namjoon is just as tired of rules as you are. Namjoon, the dedicated leader that always makes sure everything is in order. Namjoon, who constantly forgets things like his phone and wallet, but never forgets to say please and thank you.

Namjoon, who leans impossibly closer until you’re closing your eyes for fear of going cross-eyed. His breath fans across your nose, acting as your only warning before his lips find yours.

Light as a feather against your mouth, Namjoon kisses you.

As you sigh against his lips, you suddenly understand why kissing was prohibited. Because right now, all that you can think of - every breath, every heartbeat - it’s all saying the same thing.

Namjoon.

Just as your hands find their way to his chest and bunching up the fabric, he’s jumping back with a gasp and stumbling through the door of the wardrobe. You see his wide eyes, but you’re too busy standing there completely frozen and praying that nobody is up here still.

He looks around frantically, but looks at you with utter horror as the same voice as before pipes up from downstairs.

“See! I’m telling you that someone is up there-”

“Oh! Did you see that? I think I just saw him taking the emergency exit!” Min-jee retorts, and you can picture her frantically pointing out the window in an effort to distract the girls. “Hurry! He looked like he was running!”

The bell above the door chimes, excited voices fading as the group exits the shop. However, their timely exit does little to soothe the raging heartbeat pounding against your ribs.

“I- I’m not supposed to do that,” Namjoon reminds himself aloud. “Please, I’m so sorry-”

“They’re gone!” Min-jee calls out, poking her head up as she ascends the stairs. She spots you still standing in the wardrobe. “Oh, so that’s where you were hiding. Anyway, I’ve locked up the front, so we shouldn’t be having any more trouble with that.”

You can only offer her a weak smile, Namjoon still staring at you with that horrible, guilt-ridden expression, which you’re dying to erase.

“Thank you,” you say when Min-jee begins to notice the odd silence. “We’ll be down in a second, I think.”

Namjoon nods along, finally looking away to check the time. “Actually, we’ve got a reservation,” your stomach flips at the thought of sitting through an entire meal with his guilty apologies, “is there a way we can sneak out of here without being seen?”

Min-jee blinks, looking between the two of you but not saying anything. “Ok...um, yeah. The back alleyway should be clear, it’ll lead to the parking lot.”

Finally stepping out of the wardrobe, you look back at it with a glare.

“So much for Narnia,” you mumble, closing the door.

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Min-jee quickly places your books in a bag - Namjoon ends up getting the red one as well - and offers it to you with a smile. Automatically you reach out for it, but so does Namjoon. The second your hands meet you can’t help but jump, and the bag falls to the floor.

“Oh no,” you whimper out, feeling sorry for the old books. Before you can lean down to get them, Namjoon’s swooping them up and keeping a firm grip on the bag. He mumbles out a soft, “sorry” before following Min-jee toward the back exit.

The two of you thank her profusely for the day, and you promise that you’ll return soon. There’s no way you can leave a place like that alone for very long. Namjoon smiles for a moment, looking pleased that he picked a good place. However, once he catches your eye, he’s back to chewing on the inside of his cheek.

Slyly sneaking down down the alleyway, it’s quiet between the two of you. No matter how hard you pinch yourself, your thoughts keep zoning in on the way Namjoon’s lips felt on yours...the way he looked at you just before he leaned in...how perfect everything had been until he’d come to his senses-

You’ve made it to the car, and you click the unlock button, jumping back as it honks. Man, you’ve got to get out of your head.

Namjoon hurries to set the bag in the backseat before rushing to the driver’s side, opening the door up for you with significantly less flourish than before.

Knowing Namjoon, it’s eating him up alive. And there’s no way you’re about to let a kiss - something to celebrate, in your opinion - ruin the rest of this date.

Especially when it may very well be the only one you get.

“Namjoon,” you say, walking slowly toward him. His eyes jump up to yours, and you can already see that he’s hard at work trying to pretend like everything is fine.

“We’re going to be about an hour early for our reservation,” Namjoon admits, running a hand through his hair and immediately trying to fix it after. “I’m sorry for rushing you out of there, I wasn’t thinking straight. You can go back in, if you want. I’ll wait out here until you’re ready-”

“Namjoon.” He quits his rambling, red cheeks somehow turning redder as you stop before him. “I wanted you to kiss me.”

At this, he lets the door fall shut. “You...did?”

Wanting nothing more than to dispel the awkward tension, you laugh. “Of course I did! I’d be an idiot if I didn’t! So please...it’s nobody’s fault. So what, you broke a stupid rule-”

“And I’ve hurt the guys in the process of breaking that rule,” Namjoon explains, looking at you with clear, pained eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t me regretting kissing you because- w-well, that’s not the point!” Leaning back against the car, you follow suit just as a large stormcloud blocks out the sun. It’s going to rain soon.

“Namjoon, you’ve all found ways to skirt around the rules in some way,” you confess, remember Hobi’s sweet hand kiss and Taehyung’s forehead kiss. “Sure, you actually broke the rule, but nobody is going to hate you for it. Nobody. Least of all me.”

He leans his head back, closing his eyes as he lets out a long breath. “It’s just, we all agreed to give you enough space to make a clear decision if you felt like you wanted to make one at the end of all this,” he confesses, not seeing the way your eyes widen. Oh. “And I’ve completely screwed that up.”

Sighing, you squint as a fat raindrop lands on your nose. “Well, we’re on a date, aren’t we? People sometimes kiss- I mean, honestly, we could have done a lot worse-” Namjoon chokes on his spit at that. “But if you need something to blame, please don’t blame yourself. Because I love this date, and as far as I can tell, the kiss only made it better.”

He peeks one eye open at you. “Really?”

“Really.” You shrug. “And see? I really am Amy! I always get what I want!” You don’t add the fact that that wasn’t quite true with Hoseok or Taehyung. “If anything, blame the wardrobe. Wardrobes are wacky, anyways.”

Namjoon snorts, rolling his eyes. “Blame the wardrobe? Really?”

“Yeah! Sometimes they transport you to Narnia, sometimes they mess with your common sense,” you give him a pointed look, which he avoids. “So if the boys get all upset about it, just tell them it was the wardrobe. I’ll back you up on it.”

Finally, Namjoon laughs. Like, the annoying little hyena laugh that he hates but you secretly love. And when he looks back down at you and opens up the door, he doesn’t look so upset about it.

“Be honest, would you have rather gone to Narnia or been stuck in there with me?”

You feign annoyance. “Ugh, just get in the car.”

From the way your stomachs were rumbling and the rain was pouring, the two of you decided to bag the reservation. It was for some posh outdoor restaurant in Seoul that Namjoon pretended to be excited about.

Which is exactly how you ended up going through the McDonald’s drive thru and bringing it back to your place.

“Aren’t you on a diet or something?” You ask around your fries, eyes not leaving the television screen. The two of you had decided on Gone With the Wind, completely forgetting just how long it was.

Namjoon makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, taking a swig of his drink. “Yeah, something like that. Today’s my cheat day, though.”

“Aw, you decided to spend your cheat day with me?” You tease. Namjoon rolls his eyes, finally deciding that maybe you really are Amy from Little Women. However, he can’t fight the feeling that he’s the Laurie to your Jo.

Not that he’ll be telling you that anytime soon. He’s certainly done enough today.

“More like our date happened to fall on my cheat day,” he bites back. “And I heard that they have really good cheesecake at that restaurant we bailed on.”

You hesitate before taking another bite of your food. “Should we have gone? They probably would’ve given us our food to go if we didn’t want to sit under the umbrellas. I feel bad, you made reservations and everything.”

Namjoon shrugs. “No, this is way better.” He holds up his McFlurry for emphasis. “They even had the cheesecake McFlurry back in season! Coincidence?”

“I think not!”

You both chuckle before falling back into the companionable silence you’d been in before. Over the course of the drive back to Seoul, you’d taken your time, stopping at a handful of little parks along the way. Namjoon had imitated the ducks before realizing how silly he looked, then hiding behind his hands for a solid five minutes before he could look you in the eyes again. Overall, it had been calm and relaxing.

As you watch Scarlett O’Hara flirting it up with different suitors on the screen, you can’t help but wonder if that’s you.

Sure, Gina told you back at the haunted house to just enjoy it. Chances are it was all just a phase, anyways. There was all of this romantic tension between you and the boys that would naturally fade away as their curiosity diminished after their dates.

At least, that’s what you assumed. However you’re quickly coming to realize that you’re a little out of depth here.

“You alright over there?” Namjoon asks, pulling you from your thoughts. “You have your thinking face on.”

You blink. “I have a thinking face?”

“Of course,” Namjoon replies as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You gonna tell me what’s got you so stressed?”

“No,” you say a little too quickly. “I’m just...thinking about the movie.” Not entirely a lie.

You know he won’t push it if you don’t want to talk about it, but you take a little bit of enjoyment in the way his lip pouts out. “Alright, if you say so.”

Only a few more minutes pass before he speaks up again, sounding a little hesitant. “You know that this is a long movie…”

“Oh, should we end it here?” You ask, a little disappointed because you were just getting to one of your favorite parts. “You don’t need to feel like you have to stay-”

“No, not that. I’m gonna finish the movie. It’s just,” he wipes his fingers off on a spare napkin before scooting a little closer to you. “Long movies call for cuddling, don’t you think?”

You nearly choke on your saliva. “You- you, as in Kim Namjoon, want to cuddle? You’re into cuddling?”

He laughs, tugging on your arm until you give in and collapse against his side. You hope that your content sigh isn’t too noticeable when he drapes an arm around your shoulder. “It just depends sometimes. But yes, I am. At the appropriate times.”

“Ah, and long movies-”

“Are the epitome of the appropriate time,” he explains, lightly pinching your arm when you let out a wry laugh.

“Hey!” You cry out, only to be shushed by him.

“Shhh, I’m trying to watch this.”

You just can’t find it in you to be annoyed.

You’re asleep before the film is over, despite the fact that the sun barely went down. Something about having a full stomach and leaning your head on Namjoon’s shoulder just lulled you right to sleep.

You stir a little when Namjoon fidgets, pulling his phone out to call someone. His voice is deep and quiet, trying not to wake you.

“Hey, can you pick me up now?”

Despite your half-asleep state, you crack a smile. It’s quiet, but you can hear a familiar voice on the other side of the phone.

“Yeah, I’m close to there right now. Be there in a couple minutes. You’re at her apartment, right?”

“Thanks. Yeah, she’s conked out on the couch.”

There’s a laugh ringing through the phone. “Cute. Make sure she rests up, she’ll need it for our date next week.”

Namjoon sighs, not quite annoyed but not exactly pleased, either. “Yah, just hurry over.” He pauses for a moment. “Do you think I should wake her up to say goodbye?”

“Your call. But I mean, it’s not like you’re gonna give her a kiss goodbye. If she’s that tired, I’d just let her sleep.”

Your cheeks involuntarily turn red, and you can only imagine the way Namjoon looks right now. It’s his silence that gives him away.

“Hyung...what-”

“Text me when you get here,” Namjoon says, and suddenly the call ends.

Oh, he’s in for it tonight.

Stretching and trying to look like you totally weren’t just eavesdropping, you crack open your eyes to see Namjoon looking down at you with an amused expression.

“I would tell you that you missed the ending, but something tells me you’ve seen it before,” he drawls.

You chuckle breathily, yawning as you stretch your arms over your head. “Yeah, a couple of times.”

“I’m about to head out,” Namjoon begins, back to chewing on the inside of his cheek. “But thank you for going out with me. I seriously...it was just the best.” He smiles softly, and you wish you could have a picture of it.

Instead, you opt for nuzzling back into his side. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one thanking you? It was great, Namjoon-ah. I’ll have to read that book you got some time.”

He hums, returning the sentiment. “Yeah, we’ll do a book swap.” His phone lights up, but before you can see who it’s from, he’s snatching it up and jumping up from the couch. “They’re here.”

It’s tempting to not resort to begging him to stay a little longer - if only for the sake of his warmth which is quickly fading as he retreats to the door. However, you only pad after him, stopping him before he reaches the door.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his chest. “Tell everyone I say hello.”

“I will.” And with a rush of cool air, he’s out the door.

Gone, leaving you to stare blankly and wonder what just happened today.

And worse yet, what’s yet to come.

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