#poly au

[seoafin]

I need your thots on house husband geto,,how he cooks and cleans and all he asks from you is a kiss every now and then [ever since i read nitc all i've been thinking about is how he asks rip!mc for a kiss in exchange for anything]

ohhhhhhhhhhhh

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"You don't cook at home?"

When Shoko had dragged you out to a girl's night with some of her old friends from medical school, citing that Satoru and Suguru had kept you cooped up in the apartment for themselves for too long, this was not a question you anticipated to be answering. At first you were overwhelmed. It was a large gathering. Ten became eight, and eight had dwindled to six and then four. Right on the verge of retiring for the night, conversation had shifted to the topic of boyfriends and relationship woes.

And now three pairs of eyes look to you. An amused chuckle escapes Shoko's lips, a lit cigarette neatly slotted between her lips.

You blink, embarrassment washing over you. "I—well." You stare down at your lap. "I'm not really that good at cooking...so my boyfriend...does all the cooking."

Suguru does the cooking. And the laundry. When Suguru's away, Satoru takes care of it. Satoru washes the dishes. Cleans. He sweeps and vacuums and tidies after the kids. You had tried to help, once, but Suguru had directed you away, and now the realization is quickly dawning on you that it may have been because you are simply incompetent at housework.

You may not be able to cook, but nobody is incompetent at cleaning!

Except…maybe you. You don’t know. You’ve never needed to clean. Nothing more than a perfunctory clean every once in a while when you lived alone. You weren’t a messy person. Shoko remarked often that your first apartment was cleaner than it had been when you had originally moved in.

"How sweet," Kuriyama sighs out. "My boyfriend can't even cut a vegetable! He cooks for you? Everyday?"

"U-usually," is your response while your mind races, trying to think back to the last time you had helped with anything around the house. Anything.

"The only thing my boyfriend can make is ramen. Not to mention he's super picky about his food!" Mori shakes her head. "He's so difficult! Honestly I think of dumping him everyday for being so incompetent!"

You stare at her.

Shoko clears her throat. "I'm sure it’s not only that—”

“I agree,” Kuriyama says, nodding, face fiercely determined. “It gets so tiring sometimes taking care of everything. Maybe it’s time to move on!” She leans in. “Your boyfriend wouldn’t happen to have any good looking friends?”

Out of all the reasons that constantly filled your head with why Satoru and Suguru would break up with you, you hadn’t expected your inability to do household chores to be one of them.

Incompetent.

Well, it would certainly be understandable. If anything, you think you would prefer them breaking up with you over something as mundane as not being able to do housework, instead of the many flaws to your character. It would settle easier. It would hurt less. Now you just had to prepare yours—

“Let’s call it a night!” Shoko interrupts, cigarette disposed, taking you to stand up by the arm. “I have to get her back before people start calling,” she says, interlacing your fingers.

Kuriyama sighs. “Just when we were getting to the best part, Shoko!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mori grins. “You should come to our next night out. You can invite your boyfriend too! We’ll make an exception!”

Shoko waves them off, pulling you outside the izakaya. 

“I can’t cook either,” she says as the two of you wait for a taxi. You know that. But Shoko bakes. Cookies and cakes and occasionally other baked goods. You spent nights over at her apartment eating cupcakes until late in the morning, watching American dramas and horror movies. Delicious, mouth watering desserts.

“Who expects women to cook nowadays anyway?”

—

When the elevator parts to your apartment, you immediately go to Mimiko and Nanako’s room and check their pink laundry hamper. Empty. Then to Tsumiki’s room. Empty. Megumi’s room. Empty.

You’re seated on the floor of Megumi’s room when the door opens again.

“How was the—”

You push past Satoru to go into your shared room at the end of the hall to check your laundry hamper. Suguru is reading on the bed when you open the closet. Empty. You sit down, knees flush to your chest, dejected.

You don’t need to look behind you to know Satoru and Suguru are exchanging glances.

From your knees, you mumble. “Did you do the laundry?”

It’s Suguru that answers you. “We just finished a load.”

“Oh.”

You sit in silence.

At least, until Satoru gently yanks you up into his arms, and carries you to the bed. You immediately turn face down on your comforter, covering your face. 

You think they must be having another one of their silent conversations. You squeeze your eyes shut. Tomorrow, you resolve, you’d wash the dishes after dinner.

You hear the door open yet again with Satoru’s departure, and Suguru softly says your name. You sigh, picking yourself up. You really can’t refuse Suguru when he says your name like that.

“Where are the kids?” You ask, even though you already know where they are. They’d be back early tomorrow morning, before school.

“Educational overnight field trip with Yaga,” Suguru replies, amused as your attempt to delay the inevitable. He plays along, lightly teasing. “It’s not like you to forget these things.”

You don’t meet his eyes. Suguru calmly waits you out until you lamely say: “I don’t help around the house.”

You can tell he’s taken aback. “Is that why you were looking for…dirty clothes?”

You’re embarrassed just thinking about it. “...”

“I like cooking,” he says. “I like cooking and watching you, Satoru, Megumi, and the girls enjoy what I make. And I definitely, don’t think it’s a burden. We order out a lot too, don’t we?” He continues. “As for the laundry, I grew up doing it with my mother. It reminds me of home.”

You reluctantly look up. There’s a soft smile on his lips. “I can wash the dishes.”

He chuckles, hand caressing your face. You nearly close your eyes and lean into it. “You don’t need to. You don’t need to do anything.”

You still want to. Try. It makes you feel better. Slightly. The knots in the pit of your stomach loosen. “Can I help you with lunch for the kids tomorrow…?”

He pretends to think about it. The fondness in his barely suppressed expression gives him away. "Maybe if you give me a kiss first."

"Suguru," you grumble.

He only replies with your name, face erupting into a full blown grin.

Your face warms as you lean close and cup his face with your hands, bringing your lips to his. He pulls you on to straddle his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist and breathes you in. His lips briefly part, and you feel his tongue run over your bottom lip.

You pull away, about to rest your face onto his shoulder, into his neck. His dark purple gaze draws you in. “We can take care of you,” he says, softly. Then he kisses you again, and this time you let him take you apart with his tongue. Against your lips: “We can take care of you.” 

You draw apart, breathless. You pointedly stare at the wall behind him while you attempt to regain what’s left of your composure. Suguru laughs and presses a kiss to your collarbone, one hand sliding underneath your shirt onto bare skin, thumb lightly dragging over the scar of raised flesh on your side.

“Besides,” he murmurs, lips still attached to your neck. You can feel the slightest kiss of teeth. “Satoru makes more of a mess than the kids. It’s only right that he cleans up after himself.”

“Hey!” The sound erupts from behind the door. 

You should’ve known. 

—

[extra]

“I’m so sorry,” you bemoan.

Ten minutes prior, Nanako had run into the kitchen, brush in hand and horrified, ("Papa, something's burning!"), then she had looked at you, brightened in understanding, and called back into the hall: “Everything’s alright guys!”

Satoru looks over at the unrecognizable charred pieces of salmon on the stove top, face unreadable. Then he shrugs and drops a light kiss on your nose. “You tried.”

You hide your face in your hands.

You also pretend not to see Satoru discreetly handing Megumi a pack of bills as the kids shuffle out the door for school.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Poor König in the poly au having TWO ladies now (his warrior harem fantasy finally came true!) But once the synced periods come in then poor boy has not a single crumb of pussy in sight😭

He will be standing there over the huge comfy bed full of furs and blankets woth Engel and Kitty in there, all like 🥺👉👈 'pussy please?' but his two girls look at him with squinted eyes, all sore and cranky from the cramps being like 'tf you wanna do here boy??'

And poor König is so confused :(( women ARE stramge creatures after all! Just a week ago he could barely get you two off of his cock, being all whiny and begging him to breed and König was like :D

You called it ovulation and now this! Ovulation time is his new favorite time of month now :c

Poor König, there’s no end to his confusion with these ladies!

Last time when he got home they were all over him, climbing him like two tiny koalas, pussies hot and eady and wet. He barely got his clothes off!

It was a literal heaven for him: both his girls kissing him so eagerly that he couldn’t even catch his breath let alone ask Was ist das denn hier, what’s going on...? (He knows he should keep his mouth shut if these women throw themselves at him because who knows if they snap out of whatever dream he has walked into if he speaks??) and they simply smile and whisper that they’re both ovulating ❤️

König doesn’t have a clue what that means, but he’s not complaining. These women are completely unappeasable, they even smell different, so incredibly alluring and sweet, and this state of theirs goes on for a good few days – the best days of his entire life, to be honest. He’s almost sore when he gets back (even König has his limits) and crawls out of his home, lately turned into a sex cave, with his cock and his wits barely working and intact. Phew, it’s like working two jobs…

So when he returns home next time, proud and ready because he hasn’t fapped at all when he was deployed – hah, he’s now ready and armed to meet his two little sex kittens! – he's left standing in the hallway, confused when no one comes to climb him. Both girls are on the sofa, pouting and sulking and looking like they've swallowed a cactus. They are the complete opposite of how they were the last time: they do demand cuddles and attention and back rubs and ice cream and climb his form when they’re in bed, but no one wants to have sex :(((

His erection is killing him, it’s painful, and he’s almost in tears. They won’t even let him have a quick wank because they’re both attached to him like two whining hot water bottles, and fall asleep while clinging to him. His arms are numb and his cock is hard as he blinks on the bed, confused. The last thing he wonders but doesn’t dare to ask because these ladies are very snippy and snappy and cranky is… Will they be ovulating soon…? Is this ‘ovulating’ a recurring thing? Or was it just a one time only occasion...? :( *confused and concerned poly König noises*

[thesexydancingcrepe]

I wanna see more of your macaque design!!! Him interacting with your sonaaaa and fankidsss

Sorry no pressure I just love your art and this poly ship au

Thank you so much 😊 I've been busy lately, so I haven't been able to properly draw Liu'er Macaque, but I really want to. So here's a little something to tie us both over for now 🙃✨️

Inspired by ittw@skittlescripts

[xddaengx]

The Little Things

✧ Pairings: ot7 BTS x Reader

✧ Genre:  fluffy ⎜romance ⎜ polyamory ⎜ recovery au ⎜idol!bts ⎜sfw ⎜domestic!bts au ⎜established relationship ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of heart condition ⎜ mentions of surgery ⎜ reader is in recovery from a surgery ⎜ bts just being sweet ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.2k

✧ Summary: You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

Inspiring Song : Hold Us Together by H.E.R and Tauren Wells

✧ Author’s Note: This was requested by @lelewright1234 - i didn't follow to request to a tee and it ended up more domestic and fluffy then angst but I hope you still like it.

‘The rising stars from South Korea are stunning all with their good looks. Girls all over the world and wondering whether these six young men have anyone special in their lives. Just look at our swooning reporter on the red carpet.’ 

The camera pans over, six very familiar faces fill the screen for a moment, each holding a long glare at the flashing lights in front of them, trying to follow each instruction given by the paparazzi. The camera continues to pan, stopping on the wide mouthed blonde reporter watching them move down the red carpet towards her, you can almost see her vibrating with excitement. 

“I don’t know why you always watch these.” The remote is snatched from your hand as a body drops heavily onto the couch besides you, the channel quickly changing despite your protesting. “I wasn’t even there.” He adds. 

“Hey, I was watching that.” You hiss, leaning over trying to snatch the controller back. The larger man just smiles, stretching his arm so it’s further away, the remote far out of reach. “I like watching them all on the carpet, they look so handsome in your suits.” You coo, smiling with triumph as the channel flicks back. “You’d look great too if you were there.” You say with triumph. 

“That’s all you had to say.” Your gaze pauses on the screen, the boys standing stiff on the carpet as a girl tries to squeeze in the middle of them, asking quickly for a photo. You continue to watch as the boys smile politely not declining as the girls manager snaps a quick shot. 

“Do you know who she is?” You question turning towards the large man, surprised as he shakes his head a grimace on his face. 

“No, but manager Se jin probably just told them to smile and take the photo, I think shes some record label CEO’s daughter.” You feel a shiver run down his spine as he reaches for you, one arm draping over your shoulder his remaining hand beckoning your closer. 

“So, do you have anyone special in your life?” You question, your voice mimicking the earlier reporters as you hold your invisible microphone towards him, your body leaning forwards as he tugs you against him, landing on his chest with a heavy ooft. 

“Why I do happen to have someone special at home… Someone very very special to all of us.” Jin speaks softly into your fake microphone, smiling at the way he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin. “We’ve all missed you cupcake.” He hums as you relax against him, dropping your invisible mic to lean against his chest, basking in his comforting warmth. You watch beeps loudly at his words, a deep chuckle escaping in. 

“Making your heart flutter?” He questions jokingly, your hands making quick work of ripping off the watch and throwing it to the other side of the couch. You glare up at him before repositioning until your back lay against his chest, your head sitting comfortably in the crook of his neck. 

“When are the others getting back?” You question, lacing your fingers with his and he rests them against your stomach, one finger tracing the adhesive gauze on your upper chest. 

“Soon.” He says softly, his breath whispering against your skin as he sighs after, his fingers tracing over your collarbones. “How long till your next check up?” He questions. 

“A few weeks, but they think everything is going to be fine, it wasn’t major surgery just a battery replacement.” You respond quickly, your body almost fully relaxed against him as you hear the front door open, the rush of shoes being shaken off and slippery steps down the hallway. 

“Be gentle, she’s still recovering.” You hear Hoseok yell down the hallway, Jin groaning as the younger three member bound into the living room, their faces bright with excitement. Jin presses a soft kiss on your cheek before helping you sit up, slipping out from behind you leaving space available for the others to fit. 

“Before you all ask the same question, she’s fine, doing well, still sleepy and sore, she has a check up in a few weeks to ensure everything is going well but she needs to rest until then.” Jin spits out the information your relayed to him over the afternoon, his hand squeezing on your upper thigh the whole car ride home from the surgery centre. 

Taehyung is the first to take a seat, plopping on the floor in front of you, his chin resting gently against your knee as he looks up at you. “How do you feel?” He whispers, one of his hands sitting tight against your ankle his eyes locked with yours. 

“Fine. A little sleepy is all, doctor said the anaesthetic can take a few hours to ware off.” You answer, your hand reaching for him, running through his freshly dyed black locks, pushing the hair away from his face. Jimin is the next to plonk next to you, his movements soft and slow, not wanting to jostle the couch wrong and hurt you. His gaze is worried as he glances over you making sure there were no signs of discomfort or pain, once he’s satisfied you aren’t lying he shoots your a bright grin, your own smile mirroring his. 

Jungkook is last of the three to join you, taking a moment to watch his friends before shaking his head and barreling towards you, his body slides behind you, his arms snatching you up and tugging you against him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He mumbles as he buries his head into your hair, letting out a delighted sigh at the smell of your perfume. The older members finally walk into the lounge room taking in the sight with a roll of their eyes, carrying on into the kitchen to help Jin with dinner. 

“Put the monitor back on.” You hear Jin shout from the kitchen, Jimin passing it to you quickly, your face in a pout as you secure it back on your wrist. The doctors demanded you wear a pulse rate monitor over the next to weeks to keep record of any possible complications. 

This may have been your first battery replacement but was certainly not your first operation. 

The first was when you were six, diagnosed with bradycardia and syncope, often having strange fainting spells when playing with your friends. You doctors were concerned that partial collapse of a valve may be causing the slow heart rhythm so they cut you open. 

The second operation was when you were twelve for the pace maker to be placed, too many trips to the emergency room over the six years between meant your doctors wanted to give you a way to reset your rhythm without a trip to the hospital. 

The third surgery was three weeks later when your pacemaker had a malfunction, your father rushing you to the emergency room as the machine shocked your heart several times with no reason, the doctors went in and placed a new one, this one was successful. 

Your fourth surgery was six hours ago, the first time your pacemaker has alerted you to a low battery, the doctors happy to see the machine was doing well, decided a quick battery replacement should do the trick, and once you get signed off in two weeks it should be another ten to fifteen years before you need another surgery. 

The heart monitor beeped loudly if you had a interruption to the rhythm, whether it be a slow in rate or a raise in rate, the machine loved to alert the boys when they made you get butterflies in your tummy, like it was now. Taehyung raises and eyebrow in amusement as you slap at the watch trying to turn off the alarm as Jungkook presses soft kisses on your skin, whispering about how much he missed you. Jimin just rolled his eyes at the youngest affections. 

It had been two weeks since you’d seen any of them but Jin, the six members attending schedules in America while Jin came home a week early to care of you leading up to your surgery. The risk of complications while the pacemakers battery was running out was high so he wanted to be there in case something happened. The company had made up a statement about covid that quickly quashed any fan concerns as to why the oldest wasn’t attending the award shows. 

The night continues easily, the eight of you slipping into routines as if nothing ever happened. The movie closed with its credits your body sat in the direct middle of the couch, the two boys still besides you and one still perched on the floor in front of you, his head resting on your knees as you braid and unbraid his hair, happy for the minor distraction of playing with his hair. 

Your eyes are burning from the effort its taking to keep them open, the long day and recovery from the anaesthetic leaving you feeling tired and weak. Most of the boys had noticed as your fingers slowed in Taehyung hair halfway through the movie. 

“I think its bed time.” Yoongi is the first to speak, pushing himself up from the couch before moving to stand in front of you, his hands reaching out to help you stand. You place your hands in his, happy for the assistance as he pulls you off the soft cushions, Taehyung protesting as the loss of warmth on his back.

“You’ll see her tomorrow don’t be such a baby.” Yoongi grumbles, his hands tightly clasping yours as he pulls you away from the others, your gaze shooting over your shoulder as you bid them all farewell. Yoongi’s apartment was down the hall from Jin’s a twenty second walk, the producer unlocking the door quickly leading you inside before closing the door, disabling the keypad so the others couldn’t sneak in. 

“I thought you could actually use some sleep tonight.” Yoongi says quietly, his gaze flicking down to the small bandage on your chest before back to your face. 

“Well the doctor said no strenuous exercise for the next six weeks so nothing could��ve happened anyway.” You chuckle, leaning forwards to press a soft peck against his cheeks before making your way down the hall to his bathroom. You stop in your tracks as you glance at the fluffy robe and variety of soaps on the counter, a pair of brand new slippers sitting besides the shower as well. 

“I thought you might want a nice hot shower, I know anaesthetics always make me feel slimy.” He says coming up behind you, his comments bring back the reminder of his own recovery from his shoulder repair, the joint stinging with phantom pain as his opposite hand raises to rub at it. 

His words seem come out confident but you can tell by the way his hand reaches for yours that he was nervous about his gift.  “It’s perfect. It’s the little things that matter.” You respond, a small gummy smile breaking out on his face as he offers to leave you alone while you shower. 

“Actually, I might need some help.” You whisper, unsure how to ask. “It really hurts to raise my arms and I need to wash my hair.” You add on, Yoongi faltering but nodding in agreement quickly. Yoongi moves quick to run the bath, deciding it would be easier to wash your hair in the large tub, your body being able to relax in the steaming water. 

“Be careful not to wet the surgical site.” Yoongi comments as he faces the wall, wanting to give you privacy as you slip out of your pyjamas, slowly dropping into the warm water, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth surrounds you. You’re careful to do as Yoongi says, keeping your upper chest sitting just above the waterline. 

“You can turn around.” You say quietly, not knowing why the situation felt so different. The two of you had seen each other naked before, multiple times even but this felt weird.

You felt vulnerable, as he perches on his knees besides the tub, his gaze locking on your face and not daring to glance anywhere else as he prepares the shampoo and conditioner. His eyes slip slightly landing on the light bruising around your surgical site, the clear waterproof bandage the only thing keeping the wound safe from the water. 

“Does it hurt a lot?” He questions, shuffling on his knees a bit so he’s closer to your head. 

“Not a lot, more of an ache then anything.” You respond, your eyes automatically closing as he cups the water dampening the hair before beginning to massage in the soapy shampoo. 

“It’s mango.” He comments. “You’re favourite.” You hum in delight, your body relaxing a little bit further as his finger work against your scalp, slipping down the massage the back of your neck before he rinses the bubbles off your head. 

Yoongi makes quick work of the hair wash, drying his hands on a towel as he leaves you to finish washing up on your own, wanting to prepare the bed. You manage to pull yourself out of the bathtub with minimal struggle, slipping your arms into the cozy robe and your feet into your new slippers before shuffling down the hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom, letting out a groan of delight as the large pillowy bed, the covers already pulled back, your fresh pyjamas sitting on the edge. 

You dress quickly, deciding Yoongi must be cleaning himself up, before sliding onto the mattress, the bed feeling like a soft cocoon at the end of a long day. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to drift close, Yoongi walking into the room almost silently with the cups of tea, letting out a light chuckle at your clearly asleep form on the bed. 

He’s quick to forgo the tea placing both full cups onto the night stand before tugging the feather down duvet over your clean body. He takes a few moments, sweeping your drying hair out of your face, his finger playing with the springy curls on top of your head, he knows he’ll have to brush in your curl refreshing conditioner tomorrow and help you brush out some knots, but reminds himself that’s a problem for later. 

Yoongi switches off the lamp besides you before making his way to the other side, slipping under the covers making himself comfortable before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head. 

“Thank you for being here.” He whispers, pretending not to notice the quiet alert of your heart monitor. 

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“Should we tell her?” The voices whisper outside the closed bedroom door, the mattress is empty besides you, Yoongi must’ve snuck out earlier. The ache in your chest is stronger than yesterday, your pain medications clearly wearing off, you finally lift your head from the pillows glancing down at your phone to see a stream of missed calls and text messages. 

You lock your phone again, not wanting to read any messages as you push yourself out of the bed, swinging the door open with a look of confusion, the seven men huddled outside the bedroom. 

“Tell me what?” You question, your arms crossing against your chest as each of them look around the circle in questioning. 

“There was an article released this morning.” Namjoon is the first to speak, sending a quick nod to Jimin who pulls up the news site on his phone showing you the title as Namjoon continues to explain. “Jin was sighted at the hospital when he went to pick you up - dispatch has sent the internet on a spiral to figure out who you are and what he was doing there.” You feel the way your stomach drops in dread. 

As open as you and the boys were with your relationship, you had always been careful with public affection and exposing yourself, dreading the day their fans found out and how they’d react to the news. 

“And?” You spur Namjoon to continue. 

“They’ve found what they needed, HYBE is currently in contacts with lawyers but they think it’s for the best if a comment is made as soon as possible.” Joon sighs and rubs his forehead, Jimin taking his leaders silence as a cue to finish explaining. 

“They want you and Jin to come out with an offical statement that you’re in a relationship.” You can’t help the way your brows furrowed, confusion setting in. “Just you and Jin.” Jimin adds, his own eyes soft as he reaches out to squeeze your hand. 

“Our relationship is taboo cupcake.” Jin speaks quickly, “It will make things easier if the news is shared about a couple not an octuple.” He explains, not being able to help the chuckle at his own choice of words. 

“Well what do you all think?” You ask slowly. You can already tell from Kook’s face that he’s uncomfortable, the rest seem to be keeping their emotions under raps. 

You all knew this would happen one day, news would get out and scandals would ensue but you never thought it would be so soon, and for some reason never considered only telling the world about one eighth of your relationship. 

“It’s for the best, it’ll lessen the blow to the fans.” Taehyung speaks, his face set in stone as he sighs, “They wouldn’t take it well if they knew you managed to snag all seven of us.” You can appreciate the way his comment makes the rest of the room light up, each of the boys letting out a hum in agreement. 

“I’ll make the call to the heads.” Namjoon leaves the apartment with his phone pressed to his ear. 

News spreads quickly, headlines upon headlines about world wide handsome being stolen from the market - it’s not long before it feels like your entire identity is put online for the world to see and scrutinise, photos of you spreading like wildfire. 

The older members had left an hour ago to attend a press conference to answer any questions that needed to be answered about the worldwide news - Jungkook had left for his training session at the local boxing gym, Jimin having to leave for some conference calls about an upcoming project. 

“Everything will be fine.” Taehyung whispers against your head as his body wraps around you, your head tucked under his chin as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “Jin has been the best at setting boundaries, fan are more likely to respect his choices.” Taehyung continues softly, his soothing working well for your anxieties though you can tell he’s bitter about the situation. 

“I know, but what if they don’t like me?” You ask, quickly adding, “the fans, I mean.” 

Taehyung just shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a breathy laughs as he mumbles, “doesn’t matter, cause as long as we love you, they have no choice but to love you too.” His laugh grows heartier as your watch lets out a high pitched alarm, your emotions never allowed to be a secret. 

You’re not quiet sure when the two of you fell asleep, maybe it was around the third final destination movie, the sounds of endless screaming lulling you both into comfortable slumber, but you awake slowly to the soft poking against your shoulder. 

“Love?” Taehyung’s voice rumbles underneath you, his phone screen lighting up his face as he turns it towards you, a proud smile on his face. 

‘Jin is a lucky man.’

‘I heard she survived a heart attack, only the strongest partner for our worldwide handsome.’ 

“I’ve never had a heart attack but close enough” you sputter.

‘If I were the other members I’d be jealous of Jin.’ 

The comments underneath the article from dispatch are coming in troves, each of them more complimentary then the last. “Bet this isn’t what they expected.” Taehyung laughs proudly as he continues to read the comments being left under the article. 

“I wish I was as pretty as her.” He reads in a high pitched tone. 

“If I were the other members I would have such a big crush.” He continues. 

“I love her hair.” He speaks the compliment with a bright smile, pinching a curl between his thumb and pointer finger, straightening out the piece of hair before letting it spring back in place. “I told you they’d love you.” He brag, locking his phone and placing it to the side. 

“They’re right you know.” Taehyung says softly as you climb off of him, bushing your hair back into a hair tie to keep it off your face. You look at him in question as he wastes no time in teasing, “I have the biggest crush on you.” 

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Things were different now - Jin was able to take you to events, you often preferring to hang around the managers while they walked down the red carpet, taking photos and answering questions, but as soon as the spotlight was off them, Jin hand met with yours, your fingers linking together as he leads you to the table set up for your group. 

The emerald green dress you wore was custom order by Taehyung, the cut of the front and back a low V showing off the pink scars on your chest and back - the man whispering endless praise throughout the night as you faced your fears of showing off the large scarring. 

The boys had been making it clear in interviews that although you were Jin’s ‘girlfriend’ they all had a strong connection with you and cared for you deeply, trying to hint in a discreet way their feelings for you to the public. 

Most fans has taken the relationship well, the rare few complaining that their beloved was stolen from them - but none had been as bold as the reporter tonight. 

“Your girlfriend is brave.” She says to Jin, Namjoon translating quickly as she speaks, “Showing up with her misfortunes on display like that - I wouldn’t dare.” She laughs at the end of her sentence trying to play off the insult as a joke. Namjoon freezes, not sure how to translate what the female reporter said, looking at her with a stern gaze. 

“I think this interview is over.” He says sternly, manager Se jin nodding quickly, guiding your group  further up the carpet to the next reporter waiting. Namjoon pauses for a minute before turning back to the stunned reporter. 

“She is brave.” He confirms. “She is braver than you will ever be, she has survived horrible illness and has recovered and she is free to be proud of her battle scars, I think you should really think about your remarks in the future.” Namjoon is nothing but professional, but all of you can see the way his body is coiled tight with anger. 

You send him a quick smile as he rejoins the group, continuing the evening as if nothing every happened. 

“I appreciate what you said.” You say softly as the body guards pull out your chair besides the leader, the two of you taking a seat at the table. Your hand reaches for Namjoon’s on the table giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, not wanting to give anyone time to snap a picture. 

“Anytime.” He jokes, the dimple on his cheek deepening as he sends you a bright smile. “I feel like we’re going to have some new headlines by the end of the night.” He sighs as he rubs his chin, the smile still not dropping from his face. 

“I’m sure everyone will find any footage of angry Joon as attractive  as I do.” You tease, smiling at the way the pink rises on his neck and the tips of his ears. “Finally.” You exclaim, glad for once your emotions aren’t the one on display, only to let out a long groan as your watch lets out a wail in alarm at your excitement, the group letting out howling laughs. 

This you could get used to.

[writeforfandoms]

Fall Into Me 9

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Rose deals with the fallout of the graffiti, and discovers she has more help than she could have guessed.

Warnings: Swearing, Feels, these men are on a mission now, teasing.

Word count: 1.3k

Eventual Rose x 141/Los Vaqueros. Eventual.

The best thing Rose could really say about that day was that it passed. Far, far too many of her customers commented on the graffiti when they came in, expressing concern and condolences. Her smile was brittle after fifteen minutes, and Gaz quickly but gently exiled her to making drinks and took over talking to people. 

It stung, a little, but she didn’t fight him. She didn’t have the energy to fight him. 

After the morning rush, he pushed a cup of tea at her. Rose briefly made a face but took the tea.

“I don’t need to be coddled.”

“Not coddling you,” he immediately denied. “I’d do this for any friend.”

She swallowed a mouthful of tea to hide the way her heart clenched at that declaration. Friend. She didn’t have a lot of those, even fewer she considered to be truly trustworthy, so to have him say it so easily… Well. She enjoyed that far too much.

“I don’t normally let friends work for me,” she drawled, catching the way his smile brightened. “But I suppose I’ll allow it for today.” 

Gaz chuckled and nudged her. “What else needs doing?” 

Rose thought about it for a moment, her gaze wandering over to the window. She wanted that gone, desperately. But she also wasn’t sure she was brave enough to face it long enough to scrub it off the window.

“Hey, told you we’d take care of that,” Gaz murmured, stepping closer and nudging her to pull her gaze back to him. “Don’t you worry about that.”

Rose raised one eyebrow. “That is literally physically impossible for me,” she drawled. “I’m going to worry about it until it’s gone.”

He huffed. “Trust me, won’t be there much longer.”

She narrowed her eyes a little but didn’t question it. Yet. “I suppose you could make a help wanted sign to stick in the window,” she offered casually. 

“Yeah? Thinking you’re ready to hire someone?” 

“Thinking I need to,” she corrected with a little huff. “Because I can’t work seven days a week.” 

He nodded once, though she could see the wheels turning. “You have any social media for this place?”

“Uh. No.” Rose blinked, caught off guard.

“Shame.” Gaz smirked to himself as he located a pen. 

“What are you planning?”

“Who, me?”

“Yes you, you meddler.” 

“Nothing.” His grin had grown to shit-eating proportions now. “Just a question, love.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” Rose eyed him but decided he wasn’t going to give up the information that easily. She’d just have to play the long game. 

Of course, she immediately got distracted when Price walked in, Soap and Rodolfo waving to her as they walked through the shop and out front, Soap carrying a bucket full of frothy soapy water. 

“What?” She blinked, gaze darting between the men. This was beginning to feel distinctly tactical, the way they were tackling her problems. 

“Security camera outside got a good enough shot of the man responsible,” John told her, leaning against the counter. Gaz slipped unobtrusively over to a table, out of the way. “How d’you want to handle this?”

Rose fidgeted, chewing on her lower lip. A quick glance at John’s eyes showed no judgment, no expectations. Just patience. “I’d rather not, actually.”

“You sure?” 

She nodded once. “I mean, if there’s a way to get him on some kind of watchlist, make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone. But otherwise, keep me out of it.” Her smile was a little bitter. She wasn’t very brave, and she knew it. She liked things quieter. 

John nodded once, and that was that. “You should have a few cameras in here,” he said, clearly moving on to the next item on his mental list. 

“Never had the time to properly research that.” Rose shrugged. She also rarely had the disposable income to put towards something like that. Not that she was going to spell that out for John. 

His lips twitched, and she thought he knew anyway. “One there,” he said, pointing to a spot above the prep area. “And one there.” He pointed again across the store. “Cover basically the whole place. Could do one in the back too, if you wanted.” 

Rose tilted her head slowly, blinking. “Alright,” she agreed slowly. “Is there a certain one you recommend?” 

He nodded, fighting down a smile. “Won’t take long to get them installed.”

“Wait, installed?” Rose blinked at him, feeling like she was missing some vital part of the conversation here. 

“Got a dozen up in my office, darling,” John told her, no longer fighting down the smile. The corners of his eyes crinkled with his amusement, and she tried hard not to be distracted by that. “I’ll have Ghost bring ‘em down and we’ll install them.”

“But–” Rose blinked. Private security. Right. “John, those are for your business.”

John shrugged. “And? Can’t exactly report me to the boss, darling.” 

She frowned at him, struggling for a moment to verbalize the rest of her concern. “I can’t…”

“Love.” John lowered his voice a little, leaning in closer. “Don’t worry about it. Just let us do this, yeah?” His smile softened, something warm and almost teasing. “You can give us free tea if it makes you feel better.” 

Rose chuckled, the tension in her chest releasing. “How about cookies?” 

“Soap will be thrilled,” John drawled. “You want a camera in the back too?”

“Sure. Might as well.” Rose shrugged. The back wasn’t large - her tiny office and a tiny kitchen, just big enough for her to make cookies. The storage area was more of a closet, really, which is why she kept a close eye on supplies. 

John nodded. “Good. Won’t take long.” One of his hands closed over hers, big and warm, his thumb pressing gently to the delicate underside of her wrist. “Worth it to have you safe.” 

Rose swallowed but nodded slowly, heart thundering along in her chest. “Keep being so nice to me and you’ll never get rid of me,” she said, trying for joking but falling a little shy.

The flash of his grin was brief and amused. “Why do you think we keep coming back, darling?” He released her and stepped away, leaving her floundering. 

A quick look showed that Soap and Rodolfo were working on scrubbing off the spraypaint, and Gaz was doing something with his phone, tongue poking out between his lips. 

She had a little time.

Sneaking into the back was easy, and it took very little time to whip up a batch of cookie dough. A quick peek out front showed Gaz behind the counter, no customers in the shop, with John and Ghost working together quietly to install one of the cameras. Good enough.

The timer beeping pulled everyone’s attention briefly to the back, and Rose hummed a bit as she pulled the cookies out of the oven. They needed to cool a little before she took them off the baking sheets, but given five minutes, she’d be able to deliver fresh cookies to the guys. 

To her guys.

The thought gave her pause, both because of how right it felt and how possessive it was. But, well… They were her friends now. And the way at least a couple of them flirted, more was not out of the question. 

But it was a question for later, because she did not have the mental capacity for this right now. 

Using two of the actual plastic plates she had, she carried the cookies out to one of the tables. “Anyone want a snack?” 

Watching Soap try to dive on an entire plate for himself (only to be blocked by Ghost) was enough to have her nearly in stitches. But not enough to distract her from Gaz taking a picture of the plate in front of him before typing rapidly into his phone. She could ask… but she decided not to. 

Especially since the thought of them being her guys circled around and around in her head, refusing to give her any rest. 

She really needed to get herself sorted.

[jiamour]

❝ sunny side up!¡ 🖇️🍳

✎ pairing: ex!jaemin x roommate!jeno x reader

✎ genre: fluff, roommates, angst, crack, ex’s2lovers

✎ warnings: i’m sure there’s some but idk rn

✎ a/n: i made another wip i’ll never finish // just posting it so it can sit on my blog

¿ poly au ?

✁ - in which you move into a new apartment only to find out one of your new roommates is your ex and the other is hopelessly oblivious and keeps insisting you need roommate bonding time - -

alternatively: self indulgent ‘the way i loved you’ jaemin x ‘stay stay stay’ jeno

playlists: ☹ awkward familiarity ☻ novelty love

dear diary,

✎ introductions

✎ day 1

bonus: 1 -> 2

[doorrobloxstuff]

Y/N wakes up in the morning. [Poly Hotel au]

Note: This was written on Mobile. Also Y/N wears glasses for some reason. Enjoy.

Also, Screech, Dupe and Snare are all headcanoned to be children by me so therefore they are cuddling with Y/N in a platonic way.

ALSO RARE PAIRS RARE PAIRS RARE PAIRS.

Also I do not consider rooms canon. Do not

—

..

Beep! Beep! Beep!

A snooze button was quietly pressed. before shuffling and more silence once more was resumed.

..

Minutes later, Y/N blinked their eyes open. Their world a blurry mess of color and light and smudges of green and maroon.

They yawned and stretched their neck.

‘Huh..the bed feels..heavier then usual..’

As they gained more awareness, they noticed a quite a bit of ..something.. wrapped around their dominant hand as well..

With these two realizations came a plethora of various other thoughts:

‘Wait? Why do I feel so squished? Why is everything so colorful..? Why do I feel so hot..?’

Y/N blinked and rubbed their eyes. With their other, free hand, they slowly reached across the bed and plucked their glasses off of the bedside table.

With the world becoming instantly clear in-front of them so did the answer to all their thoughts.

Everyone was here.

On the bed.

With them.

On their Left was a sleeping Jack, Its wispy arm wrapped tightly around their waist. Occasionally wacking something as it tossed itself lightly around in the sheets.

On the right laid a snoring Rush who se still smiling face was practically buried into its partner’s shoulder.

Y/N being sandwiched between them both.

Snuggled around their neck in the shape of a travel pillow was Seek who occasionally rippled happily in its sleep.

Jeff had wrapped himself into their chest and a teddy bear clutched closely in one of its many tentacles. In another was cradled Glitch, arms of whom hung limply off to the sides like a ragdoll.

Hide had taken its place on top of Y/N’s head like a hat. Twitching and murmuring various incorrigible words yet still clung itself tightly to Y/N’s head for safety and comfort.

On top of YN’s chest laid the guiding light. Its wings wrapped around itself like a blanket and positioned in such a manner that it almost looked as though it was sitting at the ready rather then sleeping.

Yet, in its lap rested Figure’s head. The latter whom had one of its massive arms wrapped around the snoring angel and the other had a still open book laying within its palm. It gingerly trilled away as it slumbered.

In a nearby corner of the bed, Timothy had made a small hammock for itself. A mound of sticky web from a recent art project still stuck to its front feet. It’s hammock web swaying side by side in the occasional breeze caused by Rush’s snores.

Shadow stood still on the side of the bed with its head down. It couldn’t really sleep like the other entities of the hotel, so instead it stood there and just pretended to do so.

Ambush was nestled close to the edge of the bed. It was hard to tell if it was asleep or not. Though it likely was, given it wasn’t as loud as it usually was. Still, it was a uncanny as it was endearing that it was looking directly towards Y/N as though it was wide awake.

Halt had neatly tucked itself away in farthest corner of the bed beneath some clean folded sheets that clearly wasn’t from the bed. Cuddled close was Eyes, who clung unto the sleeping Halt like a burr to soft fabric.

Snare had somehow made its way unto Y/N's hand, small roots pressing close for warmth.

From beneath the sheets, Y/N felt soft shuffles and giggles. Lifting the sheets revealed Screech and Dupe playing tag beneath them.

"..Anyone else down there?" They whispered through a smile.

"Buenos Dias.." Whispered a pair of tired yellow eyes that opened close to the pair of playing entities.

Y/N smiled wider, gently lowered the sheets back down and took a mental picture of the peaceful scene around them. Even the void itself seem thrum in content around the sleeping hotel of entities.

‘If only things like this could stay peaceful for long..’ They thought. Tucking themself between the two cuddly entities and wrapping their arms around the third on their chest. Preparing to go back to sleep.

But, as though their own thoughts turned into self fulfilling prophecy. The bed groaned, creaked and finally the wooden supports gave way into itself.

CRACK!

Pieces of broken wood, screaming, tumbling, thrashing entities and the sound of a sword being drawn filled the air as atleast hundred pairs of arms and legs thrashed around in terror.

And then silence. Eerie silence as all the beds occupants took a moment to process the new situation they had found themselves in. The bed, which had now capsized from the combined weight of all the hotel’s entities laid in complete and utter shambles.

“Oh.”

“We’re..gonna need a bigger bed..”

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I didn’t really know what to do here lol. It was just a freeform thing I had in my head. Enjoy regardless. :)

ALSO THIS WAS WRITTEN ON MOBILE SO EXPECT IT TO BE GARBIGE

[ikemenomegas]

in the spirit of really easy trope subversion in the "we're all in hell (the akatsuki)" poly au, Itachi tops Kisame. He controls the pace, when Kisame gets him, how far they go and how fast. It's not due to necessity even though you might think so (Kisame is big and... a shark, I did the dirty googling now go away), but because Kisame likes to make Itachi take ownership of his desires.

While Alpha gets to baby Itachi and let Itachi play escapism, Kisame wants Itachi saying what he wants, wants him to lose that self-conscious, overly analytical streak. In a way, this is Kisame pulling dom moves on Alpha too because it wrests control from Alpha, makes you stop thinking about how to please Itachi and just let him be pleased. Kisame wants Itachi to blow off steam, he doesn't mind if it takes Itachi getting irritated to ask or take what he wants.

Kisame loves to watch Itachi sinking down on him, taking his time, refusing to consider anyone else's desires, refusing even to let Kisame make him go faster. And you? When it's time, Kisame lets you know Itachi needs you to lend him some strength, to hold his hips and let Itachi lean against you, to take his weight. That's usually around the point Itachi is starting to be gone, mouth falling open, lost to how full he is. That's when Kisame likes to listen to you whisper soft things in Itachi's ears or run your nails on his thighs, although you do nothing else to pull direction of Itachi's focus.

Kisame actually stumbles the first time you ask him to describe Itachi's expression, since you can't see his face while holding him from behind. Kisame taunts, he sneers, but he's no chatterbox and he's never made much small talk with his very few previous bedmates, but Itachi is trapping Kisame face up and he won't throw the omega off. So slowly, voice quiet and precise, he does, cheeks blazing, too enraptured by Itachi's face to glare at you and risk disrupting Itachi's moment of quiet.

[ryuzatodraws-archive]

Ok but can you draw us more Copia/Terzo/Omega cuteness? Because that last drawing put me on a ship I didn't know I needed 🥺🥺🥺

Hmm how do I reply to 2 anons at once? Idk

compliments to the chef

[seoafin]

imagining rip!mc noticing her period’s late and not thinking anything of it and then like a month goes by and Suguru notices she hasn’t been using her pads/tampons and when he asks she’s like “oh yeah I haven’t had my period in a bit” and Suguru begins having an internal meltdown (positive) about babies

living with stsg is like living in a surveillance state your period is 4 days late and geto tells you that he noticed your stack of pads in the bathroom hasn't been touched. is everything okay? how do you feel? is it stress? the last time you were late was 2 months ago by 3 days and he's worried ^-^

[twilight-moodboards]

Moodboard of Edythe x Jacob x Bella.

Requested by: anon.

[xddaengx]

Play Along : The Series⎜pt 6

✧ Pairings: Mingyu x Reader ⎜Dino x Reader⎜ Hoshi x Reader ⎜ Wonwoo x Reader ⎜

✧ Genre:  Poly!AU ⎜ Idol!AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: Recording Sex ⎜ Jealousy ⎜ Sneaky Kisses ⎜ Hints at a foursome for the next part ⎜ Set up chapter for teacher gyu ⎜

✧ Word Count: 3k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE WRONG DRAFT! I had two versions of part 6 and this was the one after many sleepless nights that I intended to post as it helped lead better into the next few chapters- and still managed to post the wrong one. Anyway please disregard the other part and enjoy this instead.

Also Thank You to all my readers for helping me get to 1,000 followers. I really appreciate everyone who supports my work!

(UNEDITED)

It’s been three weeks. 

Three weeks since your night with Dino. 

Three weeks since your night with any of them other than your boyfriend. It was strange not seeing the others at least once a week, your boyfriend often coming home tired and wanting nothing more than to eat and go to sleep. 

Comeback season was always the worst. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” Mingyu whispers into your skin, his torso bare, his body slung over the top of yours. You chuckle, drawing small patterns on his broad back, smiling as you feel him melt further into you. 

“You’ve seen me almost everyday, gyu.” 

“I know, but we’ve never actually seen each other - either you’re asleep by the time I get home, or I’m asleep. I just missed being with you.” You can’t help but grin at his words, pressing a soft kiss against the top of his head, almost able to picture the blush rising on his cheeks. 

“I missed you too, gyu.” You respond, looking down at him as he raises his head from your chest, resting his chin against your sternum as he looks up at you. “I’ve missed all of you, it’s been so quiet around here lately.” You chuckle. 

“Yeah, I guess you haven’t seen them in a while.” Mingyu says, you can hear the sulking in his voice, the pout starting on his face. 

“What’s wrong? Have I done something wrong?” You question, and Mingyu shakes his head quickly. 

“You haven’t done anything wrong, I think you’ve done everything too well is the problem. They all love you, and can’t wait to spend more time with you, but sometimes I just want you to myself.” He sulks, pushing himself up from the bed, sitting back on his knees watching as you let out a small chuckle. 

“Aww, the big baby doesn’t like to share.” You tease, sitting up mimicking his position on his knees. “But seriously, if you don’t want to share anymore your don’t have to.” You add, shuffling forwards a little before pulling Mingyu’s hand into your, clasping your hands together gently. 

“I don’t want to call anything off.” He says, his voice determined as he adds, “I just wish your weren’t so loveable sometimes.” You smile at him, rolling your eyes, as he grabs your other hand pulling them both upwards placing soft kisses on your knuckles. 

“Then maybe we should show them who decides who gets to play.” You coo, a sly grin on your face and Mingyu grins back, the idea forming in the back of his mind. 

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You question, looking down at mingyu, his cock buried deep inside you, one hand on your hip holding you still while he fiddles with your phone. “What if they spread it?” You question, all the warnings you’ve ever heard about sending nudes ringing in your head. 

“They won’t.” 

“How can you be so sure.” 

“I may not be the scariest person, but they all know I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine. Including sharing Hoshi’s hentai stash.” Mingyu chuckles, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your bare skin as he presses a few buttons on his phone, the room only lit with the bedside lamp. 

Mingyu gives you a quick nod, his phone filming as he pushes your hips back and forth slowly, your hands splayed on his abdomen as you take the lead in building both your pleasure. 

“Shit, gyu” You curse, “I feel so full.” You hum in content as you move your hips to the rhythm of the soft R&B music in the background, you hair falling over your shoulder as you lean forwards gaining more momentum with your thrusting. 

Mingyu pans the phone from where your hips meet up to the bottom of your jaw, you face still out of view as you boobs bounce to the rhythm of your thrusts, mingyu jutting his hips up on occasion pulling a groan from you. You feel mingyu shift slowly, bracing his feet on the mattress the hand on your hip stopping your movements, his thighs clenching as he begins to drill up into you. 

“Who are you thinking of when you fuck me, princess?” Mingyu questions, his voice deep as he hold back moans, your head thrown back, ignoring his words, chasing your own high. 

“Hoshi?” He asks, and you let out a quiet sigh, you body still moving. 

“Seungcheol?” He continues, you lip trapped between your teeth as your hips speed up a little. 

“Wonwoo?” He can feel you clench at the name, a smile blooming on his face. “Of course it’s Wonwoo, you know what he’d call you princess?” Mingyu asks, your head shaking as you stare down at the phone is his hand. 

“Filthy little slut.” He whispers, you hips stuttering, your pussy clenching around him tightly, as you rocking becomes more intense. 

“Fuck.” He groan as you clench around him, your hands on his stomach the only thing keeping your steady as his movements become brutal, the feeling building quickly in your abdomen. 

“Mingyu, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, his deep grunts telling you he was getting close to. He can feel it in the way your hands tighten on his bare skin, your nails digging into his sides. He grins, stopping his movements suddenly, stopping the video on his phone, removing his hand from your hip, typing quickly on his phone. 

“I fucking hate you so much right now.” You hiss, moving your hips softly and slowly, trying not to loose the feeling. 

“I know, but you’ll love me again later.” Mingyu coos, placing his phone to the side as he sits up pulling your body towards him, his lips pressed again yours, taking his time devouring you. 

Your legs are quick to wrap around his waist as he sits up onto his knees bringing you with him, before turning the two of your around, your head falling softly against the pillows. He places a few soft kisses to your lips before moving down your body, sucking against the rise of your chest, pulling away to look at his work with a smile, picking up his phone snapping a quick picture of the purple bruises raising along your chest, a trail from your collar bone to the centre of your breasts, sending it in the group chat with the video. 

“Gyu, I don’t know how much longer I can put up with your teasing.” You whine, reaching for him. 

“I know, baby. But it’ll pay off in the long run.” He responds, the furious dinging of his phone interrupt your conversation. 

“What are they saying?” You question, tiling your head up to get a glimpse of the chat on his phone. It clear to you the swear words that Seungcheol is sending, and the absolute confusion on Vernon’s part, his text seeming almost concerned the video had been sent to the wrong place. 

Wonwoo sends through a question mark and nothing else, the others sending in their own slew of swear words and questions. 

“Ready for the grand finale?” You nod in response, taking the phone from his hand, opening the camera app facing it down your body, Mingyu visible on the screen. He nods at you to start filming, moving slowly as he opens your legs, sliding down the mattress until his face in level with your pelvis. 

All you can do is watch your boyfriend through the screen, your breathing heavy as he presses soft kisses against your tender skin, his finger gripping onto the supple skin of you thighs, holding them open as he blows a soft breath over your swollen pussy. 

“Who do you belong to?” He questions, his eyes turned up towards you, his mouth ready to devour what’s in front of him. 

“You.” 

“Who calls the shots?” He asks. 

“You.” 

“Who is your favourite member of seventeen?” 

“You.” You chuckle after his question, your thighs tense as he leans closer towards your sensitive spots.

“And who deserves to be spoilt at all times?” His last question takes you by surprise, definitely not what you had practiced before starting your scheme.

“You?” You saying confused, Mingyu shaking his head with a smile. 

“No baby. It’s you.” He chuckles, before diving straight for your folds, his mouth pulling a high pitched moan from you. Your head pushing into the pillows, your hips bucking up towards his face. Mingyu’s hands hold you steady, his hand keeping you open and ready for him. 

“Holy Jesus.” You whine as his tongue dips inside of you, his nose bumping against your clit as he pushes his tongue in and out a few times before licking up your pussy. 

He feasts like a starved man, his movements quick and strong, your free hand reaching down to lace in his hair. 

“Mingyu, please.” You sigh, your chest heaving, the whole scene being captured on his phone. Mingyu pulls his face away for no more than ten seconds, taking a few deep breaths his fingers gathering some of your slick, before he dives back in his finger pushing into you quickly. 

You continue to whine, a fire burning inside of your abdomen, your thighs beginning to shake as you do your best to hold them open. 

“Mingyu, I can’t.” You cry out, as he adds a third finger, his mouth pulling away from your cunt as he looks up towards you. 

“Come for me, you deserve it.” He coos, as that’s all it takes, his fingers still pumping in and out of your as you try to twist away from him, the orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. Your hips bucking as his fingers keeping moving, your lip trapped between your teeth as you try to keep your moans in. 

“That’s it princess, you did so well.” He praises, his fingers slowing before he pulls them out of you, sucking off any juices left behind, your hips falling to the bed as your thigh slap shut, you chest raising and falling quickly as your body settles back down. 

“What do you say, princess?” Mingyu asks. 

“Thank you.” You respond, letting out a soft laugh as mingyu reaches for the phone in your hand, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. He types on the phone quickly, sending the video before dropping onto the bed beside you, pulling the covers up and over your bodies. 

You roll over, throwing a leg over his, his arms sliding under your neck, pulling you towards his chest. Once again it doesn’t take long for the group chat to start blowing up. 

Woozi is the first to respond, just reacting to the video with a large bubble of love heart emojis, making the two of your chuckle. The notifications continue, the boys all reacting in their own way, Jeonghan sending a voice memo, saying he was in the car when he opened the first video, and now the managers think he’s watching porn in public. 

“I mean it is kind of porn.” You huff, sitting up deciding now is a good time to pee before you get too comfortable. 

The last notification pings you and mingyu looking at each other with surprised grins. 

‘Wonwoo has left the chat’ 

“What do you think that means?” You question and mingyu shrugs. 

“I guess people deal with seeing their best friend fucking their girlfriend in different ways.” Mingyu chuckle throwing his phone to the side, ushering you to the bathroom. 

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It took three days for you to get the courage to go over to the dorm. 

Three days to be able to look your friends in the eyes, as flashes of them watching the video of you runs through your mind. You barely moved from Mingyu’s side, keeping your fingers locked with his at all times, needing some sort of barrier if the shame got too much. 

“Thank you for the food tonight, it was delicious.” Woozi is the first to approach you, finding you in the kitchen washing the dishes, a smile bright on his face. 

“Thanks, woozi. Old family recipe.” You say before turning back to the dirty dishes. You can feel him hover behind you, you glance quickly over your shoulder, smiling as you see him look at the roof obviously thinking hard about something. 

“You know, about the video…” Woozi begins, the plate falling back into the sink of hot water as you hide your face in your arms. 

“Please don’t. It’s so embarrassing, I told Mingyu it wasn’t a good idea.” You whine, keeping your head in the sink as you feel a gentle stroke on your arm. 

“I was going to say that it was very much appreciated.” Woozi says, a short laugh bursting from him as you raise your head slightly. Woozi looks like he’s about the add something but a short knock on the wall pulls his attention away from you. 

“Cheol, is looking for you.” Wonwoo says quietly, looking between you and Woozi with a frown. Woozi nods, bidding you a quick goodbye leave the two of you alone in the kitchen. 

“Hey Woo, are you heading out tonight too?” You question, your eyes locking with his as he nods slowly. 

“Shouldn’t your boyfriend be helping you with this?” He spits, looking over the last few dirty dishes with a glare. 

“He’s setting up our movie night in Hoshi’s room, I told him I can do it.” You answer, cocking your head to the side as your take Wonwoo in. His hand clenched at his sides, his weight shifting on his feet. “Are you okay? You seem a little tense?” 

He reaches you in two strides, his hands on either side of your face as he pulls your face towards his, his lip catching yours. You body falters, unsure of what to do, your hands gripping his wrists as he tilts his head deepening the kiss slowly. 

Wonwoo takes a few steps forwards backing you against the counter, your bodies pressed together, one of wonwoo’s hand slipping down to your waist, desperate for the two of you to be closer together. Your body responds to the kiss, your head falling back, a soft gasp leaving your mouth as Wonwoo trails kisses down your jaw, his hands tight on your hips. 

“I would never call you a filthy slut.” Wonwoo hisses, his sucks harsh on your skin as the blood rushes to the surface. “You’re much too good for that.” He adds, finally pulling his mouth away from your skin, looking down at the purple bruise with a smile, before leaning forwards to catch your lips again. 

“Baby? Are you still in the kitchen?” Mingyu’s voice calls down the hallway, Wonwoo stepping away from your quickly, the daze finally leaving you as your hand flies up to your neck. 

“You marked me?” You question, staring at the boy in confusion. Wonwoo just smiles and nods. 

“Just showing what should be mine.” He coos, turning quickly as Mingyu walks into the kitchen his body tensing as he looks over wonwoo and then turns his gaze to you, you hand still grasping your neck. 

“What did you do?” Mingyu mumbles turning towards Wonwoo. You can feel the heat radiating off mingyu as he thinks the worse. “What did you do?” He reiterates, Wonwoo shrugging. 

“Nothing she didn’t want.” Wonwoo answers, taking this chance to slip out of the kitchen, you body finally moving from the counter, grabbing Mingyu’s hand before he can follow after the other man. 

“Gyu, it’s fine. It’s just a hickey.”  Mingyu turns back to you, lifting your head to examine the mark before letting out a long sigh, his forehead falling against yours. “I’m sorry, gyu. I should’ve stopped it before it started.” You coo, your hands rubbing up and down his arms softly, his body relaxing slightly. 

“It’s fine…” He begins, taking a few moments before continuing, “I just couldn’t help but think the worst.” 

You nod slowly, pulling your forehead away from his, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I know things are tense between you two right now, but he’d never actually hurt me. You know that, right?” Mingyu nods quickly, letting out another sigh before stepping away from you. 

“Are you ready for our movie night?” Mingyu asks and you nod, reaching over to the sink to quickly wash your hands before following after him down the hallway, stopping in front of hoshi’s door with furrowed brows. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“I just have a quick surprise for you.” 

“What’re you talking about.” 

“I just thought someone should show these punks how to make a girl cum.” He whispers, opening the door and ushering you inside, closing the door quickly behind you, two pairs of eye shooting up to the door way as you walk in. 

They continue to watch as Mingyu comes up behind you, his hands on your hips as he leans down to your ear. 

“Get on the bed.” He whispers, and you nod, scurrying over to Hoshi’s bed sending him a quick smile as you crawl into the middle turning to face the three men in the room. 

“One thing about her, is she is a switch through and through.” Mingyu begins, tugging on his shirt, pulling it over his head, your eyes raking down his body in appreciation. “She likes a bit of both to be really satisfied.” He adds, walking over to the bed, gripping your ankle giving a sharp tug, pulling you to lay flat on your back. You let out a small laugh as you wait for Mingyu to continue his lesson. 

“If you want to be a good partner, you need to be able to do whatever it takes to please your partner.” Mingyu grins, climbing onto the end of the bed, leaving the other two men standing in the corner of the room, his hands gripping your ankles as he tugs on your again, pulling your pelvis closer to his, as he looks down at you. 

“How do you want it, princess?” 

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Fall Into Me 8

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Gaz and Soap spend an evening trying not to worry. Gaz finds something unexpected on the coffee shop Monday morning.

Warnings: Swearing, antisemitism (instance of swastika being spraypainted on the building), not quite panic attack, Soap and Gaz gossip.

Word count: 2.1k

Eventual Rose x 141/Los Vaqueros. Eventual.

Gaz liked Soap, he really did. He just… liked Soap less when Soap followed him home.

Not that he was truly surprised anymore. Soap only spent half of his nights in his own apartment, claiming it was too quiet and infringing on everyone else’s spaces instead. 

(Apparently the last time Soap had shown up uninvited at Ale and Rudy’s apartment, though, Ale had sworn at him in Spanish for a solid minute before throwing a pillow in his face. Rudy still refused to translate everything, and Soap went an interesting shade of red whenever the subject came up.) 

Gaz had acquiesced with mostly good grace, especially since Soap paid for dinner from a little deli Gaz had never been to. 

Which is how the two ended up on Gaz’s couch, eating some of the best matzo ball soup Gaz had ever had and playing video games. 

“You have to go left,” Gaz pointed out, very helpfully if anybody asked him. 

“I know what I’m doing,” Soap muttered, hunching his shoulders. “Guess that explains how she knew about the deli.” 

“What?” Gaz blinked at the non-sequitur, and then smirked when Soap had to backtrack. “Told you to go left.” 

“Fuck off,” Soap grumbled without heat. “Rose. Jewish. Explains how she knew about the deli.” 

Gaz snorted. “I don’t think she knows every Jewish spot in the city just because she is, man.” 

Soap shrugged. “Dunno, she got a bit squirrely when we asked.” 

Gaz huffed, leaning back and balancing his soup in his lap. “Not everybody likes Jews,” he pointed out, reasonably enough. 

“I know that!” Soap growled softly when he had to backtrack again. 

“And she doesn’t know us well, yet.” Gaz ignored that little outburst. “Of course she’s being cautious. Can’t blame her.”

Soap didn’t respond for several moments. “D���ye think she’s been hurt before? Because of who she is.”

Gaz considered the question carefully and eventually shrugged. “Dunno. It’s hard to say. She hides a lot behind those smiles.” 

Soap grunted softly as he finally got his character back onto the farm and into bed. “Your turn.” 

Gaz took the remote and knocked his fist into Soap’s shoulder. “There’s still a lot we don’t know. Takes time to get to know someone. Just keep being you, she has fun with you.” 

“Course she does.” Soap grinned, leaning back to watch Gaz work on the farm. “How’d you get her number, anyway?”

“I asked.” Gaz preened a little. “She likes me.”

“Shove off.” Soap stuck his tongue out. 

“I could make you go home.”

“Good luck, this couch is mine.” 

Gaz was just debating pausing the game to tackle Soap off the couch when his phone pinged. He paused the game anyway but only to dig his phone out. 

“From Rose,” he muttered, for Soap’s benefit. “Says she’s… on her way home already?” 

“It’s just past 9,” Soap muttered, frowning. “She alright?”

Gaz was quick to text back, thanking her for letting him know and asking if she was alright. He ate more soup while he waited for a response. It was really good soup. 

I’m fine. Dinner ended early is all, no big deal. See you Monday!

Gaz turned his phone around so Soap could read it before Soap could do anything like try to wrestle the phone away from him.

“Dinner ended early,” Soap repeated blandly. “Sounds a bit fishy, aye?”

“Not our concern,” Gaz reminded him. “She’s basically telling us to back off.” 

Soap made a face but didn’t argue. “Hurry up and finish the day,” he grumbled. “I wanna see if I can catch that fish.” 

Gaz rolled his eyes but resumed the game. But he (and Soap) kept an eye on his phone, just in case of further texts. 

But he didn’t hear anything more from her all weekend. 

He got up early Monday morning, intending to help her out with the shop for the morning rush. Fortunately he didn’t live far from the office building (closer than everybody except Soap, actually) so it wasn’t a long walk. 

He stopped dead on the sidewalk outside the coffee shop. Someone had spraypainted a swastika on the outside of the shop, the black and white stark and ugly. 

“Rose!” He ran the last few steps to the door, tugging on it. Locked. But the lights were on. “Rose!” He knocked and then moved, searching for movement in the shop. 

Rose emerged from the back, pale and trembling, and unlocked the door for him. Gaz was quick to grab her shoulders, giving her a once-over. But she looked okay, just scared and shaky.

“Are you alright?” he asked, locking the door behind them and guiding her back again. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” She looked at the front window and shuddered, eyes closing in misery. “I already called building management, I’m waiting to hear back.” 

Gaz clenched his jaw for a moment. “I’m calling the Captain.”

“What? No! Why?” She shook her head rapidly, hair whipping around her head. 

“He might have access to the outside cameras, so he can find who did this.” Gaz shrugged as he pulled out his phone. 

“Don’t bother him so early.” Rose looked if anything more panicky, which was… the opposite of what he wanted. 

Slowly, he put his phone back away and pulled her into a hug. Her next inhale was shaky, and he hugged her harder even as he felt moisture on his shoulder. Her hands gripped the back of his shirt tightly, but she was remarkably quiet. If anything, that made his heart hurt more for her - that kind of quiet was learned. 

“I’m sorry,” she finally gasped, pulling away and wiping at her eyes. “I just–it was a long weekend and I didn’t get much sleep and I wasn’t expecting to see that and–”

“Easy,” Gaz murmured, tugging her over to a chair. “It’s alright, you’re alright. We’ll get that taken care of, yeah? You don’t have to worry about it.” 

Rose shook her head again, but she didn’t actually object, so Gaz called Price. But he stayed right next to Rose, one hand rubbing her shoulder. 

“Gaz,” Price answered, calm and even as always. “What’s going on?” 

“Someone spraypainted the outside of the coffee shop,” he reported immediately, squeezing Rose’s shoulder when her breathing hitched. “I’ve got Rose.” 

“Copy that, I can be there in ten.” 

“Rog. See you soon.” Gaz hung up. He had no idea how Price was going to manage getting here in ten minutes, but if there was one thing he knew about his Captain, it was that when he gave his word, he kept it. Price would be there in ten minutes, or less. “What can I get you, love?” 

Rose shrugged a little helplessly. “I don’t know. I haven’t…” Her gaze strayed to the window again and she swallowed hard. 

“Hey.” Gaz moved between her and the window, cupping her cheek to keep her from leaning around him. “You’re alright.” 

Rose shook her head again but didn’t elaborate further, just ducked her head. “I should be getting ready to open.” 

“I think people will understand if you don’t, today.” Gaz was going to hold his ground on this. Especially since he knew he’d have backup shortly. 

“No, I was already closed all weekend, I can’t…” Rose trailed off, visibly struggling. 

“This counts as extenuating circumstances, love.” Gaz swiped his thumb over her cheek, hating the wetness there, that this had upset her enough to cry over. “We’ll get it figured out, yeah?” 

Her next exhale was shaky, and for a moment Gaz was afraid she’d start crying again. But she just sniffled and nodded. 

“I have tissues in the back,” she muttered, getting to her feet again, more slowly than normal. She shuffled away from him. Gaz almost called her back or grabbed her or offered to do it for her, but he restrained himself. She needed a bit of time and space. At least she wouldn’t be able to see the spraypaint from the back. 

Gaz put his hands on his hips and briefly dropped his head. Poor thing - she needed a few more good hugs and some time to calm down. 

And they needed to figure out if this was a genuine threat or just some arsehole. 

Two pairs of boots approaching got Gaz to move, and he unlocked the door before Price could knock. Ale was with him, likely a coincidence, holding a small bundle of flowers. Both men looked furious, as Gaz expected. 

“Sitrep,” Price growled, taking a quick look around the store.

“Found that this morning,” Gaz said, locking the door again. “Rose is in the back, already contacted building management. Unknown motive.” 

Ale set the flowers down gently, lips set in a grim line. “Cameras?”

Gaz shrugged. “Don’t have access yet.” 

Price nodded once, gaze flitting about the store. “Is she staying closed today?” 

“No.” Rose stopped behind the counter. Her face was still a little blotchy, her eyes still a little red, but she looked steadier. She was certainly less pale. “I can’t.”

“You don’t know if that is a threat.” Price crossed his arms over his chest. 

“I doubt it. Most likely just someone thought they’d make an antisemitic statement.” She shrugged. “It’s awful, but it could be worse.”

“It could be worse is not reassuring, cariño,” Ale murmured, stepping closer to her to cup her shoulders. “We worry because we care for you and do not want to see you hurt.”

For a moment, her lip trembled. Then she breathed in slowly, smiling just a little. “I appreciate that. But I really can’t stay closed today.” Her gaze darted to the window darkened with spraypaint and the smile twisted into a grimace. “For one thing, I don’t want to be intimidated into closing. And for another… still have bills to pay.” 

Ale clucked and pulled her into a hug, tucking her easily under his chin. Watching the two of them, it struck Gaz how much smaller she was - she fit easily into Ale’s hold. Even Gaz had no problem tucking her into his shoulder when he wanted to. Smaller, soft, gentle. All the things that he’d been trying to protect in the world. 

Gaz clenched his jaw and looked away, only to find Price already watching him. The captain raised a single eyebrow: Alright? Gaz nodded once, determined. 

“Gaz will stay here today,” Price decided, watching as Rose pulled back a bit. “I’ll handle building management.”

“But–” Rose started to protest. 

“Your safety is more important,” Price interrupted, no-nonsense. “One of us will be here, we can work down here just as well as in the office. It’s not a problem. It’s not an imposition. Clear?” 

Rose made a complicated expression, an almost-smile paired with a little wiggle of her nose (and seriously, Gaz hadn’t thought she could get cuter) and some eyebrow acrobatics. Then she sighed and nodded. “Fine. Just. Don’t make anybody go out of their way because of this.”

Price huffed a laugh. “Darling, I’ll be lucky if they don’t all relocate down here,” he drawled. 

He had a point, Gaz had to admit. Rose blushed, though if it was the nickname or the rest of the sentence he couldn’t tell. Not for sure. But she was rallying quickly. 

“Fine,” she agreed. “But you will let me know the second you hear anything from management.” She narrowed her eyes a little at him, which was fair. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Price’s lips twitched with a barely repressed smile.

“Oh don’t ‘ma’am’ me,” she sassed. “Or I’ll start calling you Captain.”

Gaz just caught Price’s reaction, watching heat flare and be suppressed in a fraction of a second. Oh. Now that was new. 

Ale, fortunately, distracted her with another hug, murmuring something to her too low for Gaz to hear. Gaz took the opportunity to step closer to his Captain. 

“Standard check ins?”

“Yes.” Price didn’t look away from the two for another long moment before those blue eyes focused on Gaz. “I’ll keep you updated on my end.”

“Rog.” Gaz nodded once and slipped back behind the counter to grab the spare apron again. He paused outside the tiny office - he’d peeked inside before, of course, enough to see that there was barely enough room for Rose to get any kind of work done. Today there was a bright-colored bag sitting on the desk chair, and he could just see yarn poking out the top. 

He walked away, because if he thought about this too much, thought about Rose coming into work happy and looking forward to sharing her knitting, he’d go hunt the bastard down himself. 

“Where do we start?” he asked brightly, smiling at Rose.

[hold-me-witcher]

Fic where Jaskier admits feelings for his fuckbuddy who immediately says they should stop seeing each other.

Then he's comforted by his nesting partner, Geralt.

[gr00vyr0se]

i return to the fandom with a shitpost

[bultaoreunheyyy]

“Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold” (Sicktember, Jungkook)

Sicktember Prompt: #18 “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold” 

Word Count: 1115

Sickie: Jungkook (cold)

Caregiver: Hyungs

Notes: bangtan poly au

“Coats!”

Jimin’s voice rings out sharply through their tiny apartment; Jungkook and Taehyung freeze in place by the front door, caught red-handed (and without a coat) as Jimin rounds the corner to glare at them.

“Do you want to catch colds?”

“I don’t really think that’s how it w–” Taehyung starts to say, just as Jungkook mutters, “It’s not that cold out–”, but Jimin cuts them off with another glare. It softens a little as they both relent and grab their coats from the rack next to the door. After they’re bundled up, Jimin presses a kiss to each of their foreheads and lets them leave, watching them until they’re out of sight before closing the door behind them.

That was when it was just the three of them. Fresh out of college, living together in the smallest apartment known to mankind, and Jimin could never quite shake the worry when it came to their health, especially not after Jungkook spent a week in the hospital with pneumonia just a few months earlier. 

But years later, he’s still worried.

“Wear your coat!”

Yoongi and Hoseok exchange an amused look with each other. They can both imagine what’s happening at the front door; Jungkook, wearing something fashionable that barely covers him, trying to escape out the front door into the chilly autumn morning before Jimin can stop him. Except, Jimin always stops him, and makes him put on his big puffy coat, and Jungkook grumbles the whole time until Jimin kisses him on the cheek and sends him off. 

In the kitchen, Taehyung drops something and the crashing sound makes Hoseok jump. 

“I’ll go check,” Yoongi says, patting Hoseok’s thigh before getting up to head into the kitchen to make sure nothing is broken– though something is surely broken, if Taehyung’s in there. 

As soon as he’s gone, Jimin enters, plopping down on the couch next to Hoseok. 

“He was trying to leave wearing just a t-shirt on, can you believe it?” Jimin asks, brows furrowed. “He’s barely over his cold and he’s gonna make himself sick again going out like that.”

“Yes, I absolutely believe it,” Hoseok answers. He pulls the blanket tighter around himself. “He’s fine. Anyway, it’s colder in here than it is outside.”

It’s not, but it feels like it is. The heating in their apartment has been broken for two days now. Hoseok shivers and leans away from Jimin’s hand that’s aimed for his forehead. 

“I don’t have a fever, Jimin. I’m just cold.”

Jimin checks anyway. His palm settles over Hoseok’s forehead, and he sighs.

“See?” Hoseok sniffles. “No fever.”

Jimin frowns. “I’m just checking.”

Later, when Jungkook gets home, he’s coughing again. 

“I should have stayed home another day,” he groans. He’s still wearing his coat even though he’s been home for ten minutes. 

“I hate this apartment,” Jimin fumes, listening to Taehyung on the phone with the landlord. 

“C’mon,” Yoongi says, tugging them all toward his bedroom. “Everyone grab a blanket and a sweatshirt. We can sleep together in my bed tonight.” 

All of them pile onto the same bed, huddling for warmth. Jungkook is sick. Hoseok is definitely getting sick. Jimin and Taehyung are both sniffly now, but no one’s sure if it’s from being so upset at the landlord and the lack of heating and the shitty situation, or if they’re also catching Jungkook’s cold. Yoongi watches them all get settled, tucks the blankets around each of them more tightly, and then curls himself around as much as them as he physically can.

That was when it was the five of them. 

Now, there are seven of them. Their apartment is a little bigger and their heating system is a little better, and Jimin isn’t quite as worried.

But he’s still Jimin, and Jungkook is still Jungkook. 

“Why the hell didn’t you wear a coat?”

Jungkook is soaking wet. He’s the last to arrive home from work. The others gather in the entryway and watch a puddle form at his feet while Jimin scolds and fusses.

“I didn’t know it was gonna rain,” Jungkook mumbles, sniffling hard against a runny nose. His hair is plastered to his forehead and when he shivers, tiny drops of water fly everywhere.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you to check the weather,” Seokjin says, reaching out to help Jungkook strip out of his wet clothes. 

There’s a loud crash from somewhere else in the apartment, and then Namjoon appears with a towel in hand. 

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. Somehow, he breaks more things than Taehyung does.

Seokjin takes the towel and begins to gently dry Jungkook’s hair. “You really have to start bringing your coat with you,” he says, ducking down until he catches Jungkook’s gaze. “You’re shivering, Kook-ah.”

Jimin is looking at Seokjin like he’s in love. Taehyung nudges him in the side, and Jimin blushes, schooling his face back into something more stern.

“Come warm up in the bath,” he tells Jungkook, grabbing his hand to tug him along to the bathroom. 

When Jungkook is properly warmed up and dressed in dry clothes, he joins everyone in the kitchen for dinner. Yoongi slides a bowl of hot soup in front of him and kisses the crown of his head. Hoseok makes tea for everyone, then tells a fifteen-minute story about a cat video he watched when he was supposed to be working. 

After they eat, Taehyung wraps himself around Jungkook’s back, whispering words that are supposed to be just for Jungkook, but everyone can hear. “Jimin and Seokjin can team up on you now, it’s best to just listen to them next time.”

Jungkook is smiling. He sighs when he leaves the warmth of Taehyung embrace, standing up to clear everyone's dishes from the table and wash them in the sink. He’s nearly done when he pauses, then gasps loudly, and they all turn to look at him just in time to see his eyes close and his nose scrunch up, face crumpling with a mighty sneeze.

There’s a moment of silence, and then the kitchen erupts.

“I told you to wear a coat,” Seokjin yells.

“You went and caught a cold in the rain, didn’t you?” Jimin shouts.

“You really should have listened to us,” Namjoon says sternly.

“Bless you!” Hoseok calls above the noise. 

“Jungkookie, are you sick?” Taehyung asks, concerned.

“I’ll start gathering the blankets,” Yoongi says, mostly to himself. 

Even though there are seven of them now, and their heating works fine, they all end up piled together in Yoongi’s bed that night, arms wrapped around each other and snuggled comfortably together under the warmth of their collective blankets.