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FREAKS THE PREQUEL : TAEYONG X TEN X READER

genre: smut, humor

warnings: poly themes, alcohol, some drug use, threesome, oral M and F receiving, semi-public, fxm, mxm, just a lot of smut related tags tbh

word count : 11,8 K

AUTHOR SIN

Everyone had heard of you but where did the story begin ?

This is the prequel to FREAKS (Jaehyun x reader) a story of why the entire campus were almost certain that you Taeyong and Ten were in a poly affair.

A/N: before anyone asks I will be doing a part two of Freaks w Jaehyun, I needed to get this part out first! Also commissions are open on my fiverr and let me know in my inbox what you think of this series!

0. Prequel

1. Freaks pt 1

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You always wondered what it was like to fit in. Whether people rarely stared, that It didn’t matter what music you listened to or how you dressed as long as you followed the quota you were good. But four months into university made you quickly realise that it wasn’t easy making friends as people made it out to be. Being in the art department, you took notice of a few people that met your requirements but after an exchange or two the conversation fell flat and it would feel like you were back to square one.

You sat your sketchbook down on the wooden table situated at the back of the fine arts classroom and slumped into the chair waiting for class to begin. Your eyes watched every person that sauntered through those indigo doors. Hippies, wannabe tattoo artists, rich kids who took art just to prove they’re cultured, and the ones who weren’t worth remembering.

“Today we will explore life drawings so pull out the items I asked you to collect and partner up with the person seated next to you” your lecturer clapped his hands as the classroom filled with shuffling of seats and small greetings.

You turned to your left and noticed a black haired boy with a mullet cut passed out on the desk. You had seen him at a few parties but you’ve only exchanged less than a sentence with him.

Grabbing your pencil you poked his exposed arm until he groaned and stretched his arms out in front of him yawning, “Are we done already ?”

“We just started, and were partners” you faked a smile and shifted your desk closer to him.

“Oh shit sorry, you’re y/n right ?” He asked, his voice was soft and friendly. His cat-like eyes blinked cutely as he adjusted his loose shirt and turned his body to face you, “you were at Jungwoo’s party last week.”

“Oh yeah I was” you chuckled scratching the back of your head, “You…are Ten Lee, I remember your strip club design project. It was pretty awesome”

Ten’s eyes lit up at your words and you felt a sense of warmth emanating from him. It felt genuine unlike most people on this campus and you couldn’t believe it took you this long to even talk to him.

“I tend to see how far I can go before the faculty calls my parents in” he snickered and began pulling out his drawing equipment from his overly decorated tote bag. You mimicked his actions and in turn pulled out the items your lecturer had asked you to collect. Personal trinkets he said, three items that you think represented you.

You looked around at the nearby desks and noticed a lot of the same items placed on everyone's desk. Candles, AirPods, tea boxes, vinyls and anything else you would find on ‘art hoe Tumblr 101’. You annoyingly rolled your eyes as you looked down at your own equipment.

A rusty old key you had found in your room, the cigarette butt of the last one you smoked since you’d quit, and of course the grand finale, an anime figurine of a woman with boobs bigger than her head. Perfect.

“Hentai is…..your identifier ?” Ten stifled his laughter as he grabbed the figurine from your desk and closely examined her clothing, or lack thereof.

“I actually stole that from the store my ex worked at but yeah we can go with that, what is yours ?”

You watched Ten remove the items from his bag and your eyes widened at one item in particular, “dude is that a vibrator ?” You questioned and Ten grinned, holding up the palm sized gadget and switched it on briefly before turning it off and flinging it on his desk, “yeah I identify strongly with it” he shrugged.

“How exactly?” You quizzed him as the boy, still poker faced, played with the rings on his fingers.

“Vibrators pleasure people, and I do the same, there's no lore to it y/n”

“Good to know I guess” you pressed your lips together and you felt Ten tug on your arm until his lips were against your ear,

“You wanna skip and try it out in the bathroom ?”

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You had no idea what the fuck was going on but within minutes you and Ten were walking down the hall to the nearest bathroom after he explained to the lecturer that the two of you had to hand in a business assignment a couple doors down. Ten pulled you into the girls bathroom and looked under each stall until he realised you two were the only ones in here.

“What the fuck is happening right now” you walked hand in hand with him into the last stall and leaned against the cold tiled wall.

“You about to get one of the best orgasms ever that's what” Ten bit down on his lip cheekily and found the slit of your floral skirt and pushed it to the side, revealing your black laced panties on full display for him.

As Ten’s fingers slowly began making its way to your core you smacked his hand, causing him to look up with wide eyes, “What ?”

“At least kiss me first, how am I supposed to get in the…mood?” Ten chuckled at your words and raised his hands amusingly, “Okay Okay I didn’t think this would be a whole ordeal”

You rolled your eyes and pulled Ten by his neck into a deep kiss that actually surprised the both of you. Each side was filled with lust as your tongue moved against his and fought for dominance. Ten pressed his body against you roughly, earning a moan from both of you once you felt your bodies connect in the most passionate way. Kissing him was different, It completely changed the way you looked and felt about him. He went from being the cute cat boy in your class to probably one of the sexiest people you had ever met. Ten roughly bit your lip and smirked into the kiss when he felt your nails dig into his shoulder. He quickly used the opportunity to slip his hands in-between your legs which you politely parted for him and ran a finger over your core.

“Oh shit” you breathed against his lips as he moved the material out of the way and slipped his finger inside with ease. His finger moved slowly in and out of you while his lips were still attached to yours not missing a second of that mouth-watering kiss. You had no idea when his finger was replaced with the vibrator but the sensation made you break away from the kiss and throw your head back in ecstasy, not knowing when was the last time you even felt like this. The combination of Ten’s wet kisses on your neck and the vibrator completely destroying you, it was happening. The orgasm of the fucking century was approaching. You would like to believe that you were only at your breaking point because you hadn’t hooked up with anyone in a while not because Ten was this good. But he was. He was fucking amazing and this was just a taste, just an introduction to him.

Ten increased the speed of the vibrator until your legs were shaking and clasped his hand over your mouth to prevent the whole department from hearing you coming undone.

“Fuck..” You sighed, holding onto his shoulders for support as you tried catching your breath, “yeah the whole pleasure analogy between you and the vibrator….I get it.”

“Glad to be of service” Ten stuck his tongue in his cheek and began neatening his outfit before hooking arms with you and walking out of the bathroom. You already had no intention of going back to class anytime soon so the two of you ended up wandering the halls of the pristine campus, hoping the day would pass away.

“Y/n” you heard a voice call from behind you, not your favourite voice in the world.

“Fuck” you sighed and turned around, watching the tall black haired man make his way over to you. You watched a cocky smile spread across his face as he came over, his tall frame standing over you and Ten.

“What do you want Jinyoung ?” you asked, raising your eyebrow at him and folded your arms.

The boy bit down on his lip and moved his hair out of his face, “I just came to say hi y/n do you have to be so rude ?” He scoffed and raised his eyebrow at Ten, “got a new boy toy ?”

“What Ten and I do is honestly none of your business” you responded coldly, Ten immediately putting two and two together and stifled a laughter before smiling up at Jinyoung,

“Oh you’re the ex boyfriend ? Is this the one who finishes in 10 seconds ?” Tens words caught you off guard causing you to let out a chuckle and Jinyoung to shift uncomfortably in his spot. He tried his best to stay composed but his red ears told a different story.

“That’s probably someone else, you know she’s been around the block” he licked his lips and folded his arms across his chest.

“Anyway do you want something ? We gotta go back to class” you rolled your eyes and rested your head on Tens shoulder.

“Come out with me tonight, you know I always get guestlist to varsity parties” Jinyoung said and Ten waved his hand in front of his face startling Jinyoung, “I have plans with her, so maybe next time” Ten pulled you down the hall before Jinyoung could get in another word. You couldn’t help but turn back and take in his dumbstruck frame as the two of you furthered away from him and headed back to class.

“We have plans ?” You asked as the two of you slipped back into your seats and Ten propped his legs up on the table and leaned back,

“Yeah there’s a party at that guy Wooyoung's place tonight and we’re going” Ten stretched his arms above his head, “wear something sexy so I’m not standing out.”

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Of Course listening to Tens words and knowing the kind of closet you were working with it wasn’t that hard to not stand out. You opted for a cute little baby blue mini dress that was tight enough to show off your curves and a pair of holographic combat boots. Your favourite part was always getting to match your eye make up to your outfit. Drawing on an intricate design that accentuated your big round eyes almost made you doll-like.

You retrieved your phone and noticed you received a text from Ten, who had already updated an outfit pic on story. A very low buttoned down black shirt and black shiny pants that had a fucking garter around his leg ?

Yeah he was hot and the both of you knew it.

You grabbed the last of your things and made your way downstairs to Ten who was waiting at the dorm house entrance. Unconsciously biting on your lip you were welcomed by his slender figure posted up against the fence with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He looked straight out of a movie.

“God finally….holy shit you look hot!” He whistled and pulled you into a tight hug before pulling you into a kiss and grabbed your waist. The kiss was indeed surprising even though earlier that day he was practically fucking your brains out.

His lips were soft and sweet, laced with a hint of the menthol cigarette from earlier. Ten finally pulled away and he gave your ass a cheeky squeeze before handing you his half burnt cigarette,

“Let’s have a wild fucking night then shall we ?”

Taking the cigarette from him you took a drag and blew the smoke up into the air forgetting about your sobriety and watched it disappear in the night sky, “let’s go.”

The night was cold but quite a few people were all over the residence roads, making their way to various parties or down to the bars where the rowdiness had already begun.

“Shit I really should’ve brought something to pre drink” Ten sighed and pulled out his phone.

“Who are you texting ?” You asked, trying to match his quick footsteps as yall began nearing the busy part of the street.

“Yuta, you know that tattoo guy ? He always has a bottle on him” Ten explained as you followed him into a narrow corner and saw a group of people gathered at the steps of the building. You noticed a few people from your department hanging around but the most noticeable person was in fact Yuta Nakamoto. His long black hair, pierced ears and tatted up body was hard to miss. You got a tattoo from him once and it almost ended with him making out with you on his work desk.

But that was a story both of you agreed to forget.

“Ten and y/n, weird combination but I’m not really surprised, what’s up ?” Yuta grinned and handed Ten the bottle of vodka while pulling you into a quick hug.

“Yeah it’s called matching each other’s energy” Ten winked at you and took a shot of vodka straight out of the bottle before handing it to you. You eyed the clear bottle up and down knowing your kidneys were screaming at you right now but fuck you hated walking into a party without a slight buzz going. You took the bottle and took a shot before wincing at the bitter taste and the fiery sensation that was now running down your throat. “You ready ?” Ten grinned holding out his hand and you placed your hand in his, nodding a thank you to Yuta and his friends before entering the chaotic party.

There were people of all kinds inside. Some from your department, some from God knows where. All you could see were lingering eyes on you and Ten as you stepped inside. Some people made it obvious that they were staring, hoping that maybe you’d strike up a conversation with them. Others just peeked and gossiped amongst their friends as they stared at the outfits that you and Ten adorned.

“What else do you expect from people who sleep around with drug dealers” you and Ten overheard a girl say as the two of you made your way over the kitchen for drinks.

“Drug Dealers ? Geez that’s the first” Ten scoffed and sifted for a cider in the cooler.

“None of that bothers you does it ?” You smiled, intrigued as the cat-eyed boy barely noticed a few people checking him out from behind the counter.

Ten handed you a drink and leaned up against the counter taking a sip of the cold liquid before shrugging,

“Why should I let it bother me ? It’s not like their lives are interesting that I want to fit in with them, I mean their lives revolve around talking shit about me” Ten giggled and took another sip of his drink.

His confidence was extremely attractive and his words resonated with you. It made you wonder if maybe you thought too much about it at times even though you didn’t care to conform to society norms of an average varsity student. Hanging out with Ten for just one day already gave you more life, more energy than anyone prior in your university. Ten wasn’t hesitant to show you that he felt the same way either. To him it was fate that he had sat next to you earlier today because he finally found someone worth keeping his attention.

“There’s something about you y/n I just feel like we get each other” he scratched his head and looked over at you, “it’s so easy just hanging out with you without feeling so fucking drained.”

“I feel the exact same way, like don’t get me wrong I like hanging out with the likes of Yuta and that guy Hendery in our class, but it’s different with you” You grabbed Tens hand and he squeezed your hand tightly,

“Here’s to tolerating only each other.”

You and Ten toasted and downed the last of the cider before heading to the dance floor filled with people who either despised you or wanted to be you.

As the two of you danced it felt like the room was moving in slow motion, the mixture of the smoke filled room to the loud music and alcohol in your system made you feel euphoric. As you danced the night away, you had no idea when you and Ten had separated on the dance floor but a sudden tug on your arm snapped you out of your daydream to face a harsh reality.

Jinyoung.

“Please leave me alone” you groaned as he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his mouth against your ear,

“Baby I’m sorry when are we going to put all that shit behind us ?” He groaned, slipping his hands to your sides and squeezed gently.

“You cheated on me asshole did you forget ?” You shrugged out of his grip and pushed by the bodies of people trying to make your way to the backyard for fresh air.

The small garden was filled with people having intimate conversations and someone throwing up in a bush at the back. Normal house party shenanigans.

You rolled your eyes when you noticed Jinyoung had followed you out already trying to put his hands on you once again. “Would you stop ? Why don’t you run after the girl you had in your bed when we were together” you spat and headed for a bench.

“You know what, keep resisting, that’s why your ass is sitting here alone” Jinyoung retorted and pushed his way back into the party.

You groaned and sat on the empty seat far away from the party, finally able to hear yourself think and breath in fresh air. You were about to slip back into a calmer state when you felt someone drop in the seat next to you and as your thoughts expected it was Jinyoung, it ended up being a boy you had never seen before.

“Hi, sorry I didn’t mean to startle you” the boy said, his big round eyes sparkled under the night sky. His body was petite like Ten but he was broader in the shoulder department and had the most innocent face you’d ever seen.

“Oh it’s not a problem” you replied, still taking in his striking features. The boy brought a small metal flask to his lips and took a shot before offering the drink to you,

“It’s tequila” he smiled and you mouthed a thank you before shooting back a bit of the drink and handed it back to him.

“I’m y/n….I haven’t seen you around before” you quizzed as the boy set down his flask and ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

“I’m Taeyong, I’m actually new here” he replied and wet his lips with his tongue, “I’ll start in the art and design department on Monday.”

“I’m in that department, well welcome to hell” you grinned and held out your hand. Taeyong grinned and took your hand in his and gave you a firm handshake before scooting closer. As much as you convinced yourself he had the most adorable and innocent face you’d ever seen, there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“I just came here to get drunk and get laid but like everyone’s looking at me weird” Taeyong goofily laughed and you joined in, “can’t help you there, I’ve been in that position for a few months now” Taeyongs eyebrows raised at your words and jumped to his feet, holding out his hand for you to take,

“We both have nothing better to do so let’s get wasted.”

You and Taeyong set up a couple shots and downed everything in one go, not bothering about anyone around you or what they had to say. Taeyong was hilarious, his face was animated as he talked which made you laugh, something about him drew you in like a moth to a flame.

The two of you went from casual talk to dancing together and you didn’t mind the closeness, especially when he danced so fucking well against your body. You had no idea when it happened but Taeyong had spun you to face him while the two of you danced and your bodies were practically merged together as Taeyongs lips inched closer and closer until you felt him practically getting dragged away.

“Yo what the fuck man” Taeyong shouted as Jinyoung had a fist full of Taeyongs shirt and escorted him outside. A few people pushed past you to see the commotion before you processed what the hell had just happened.

Making your way through the curious crowd you watched as Taeyong and Jinyoung squared up in the middle of the garden for everyone to see.

“What the hell are you doing with my girl, man ?” Jinyoung shoved Taeyong who stumbled back, the alcohol not helping his balance in any way. You rushed toward them as Taeyong found his footing and pushed Jinyoung right back, he was definitely way stronger than he looked.

“Jinyoung I’m not your girl you moron” you snapped and tried to stand in front of Taeyong before things got any worse.

Jinyoung scoffed and took a step forward, challenging you but you stood your ground even though your head was spinning from the amount of alcohol in your system.

“You’re defending this nobody ? Y/n you’ve really hit rock bottom now haven’t you ?” Jinyoung said, loud enough for every person to hear. This was one of his traits that you hated most.

Gaslighting.

When Jinyoung knew he had lost you it resulted in insults, manipulation, making you feel like you needed him more than he needed you. But it never worked and it drove him insane.

“Hey it’s not her fault she decided to drop the dead weight in her life” Taeyong shrugged and took a step forward, “don’t worry I’ll make sure she gets satisfied in any way she wants.”

Before you could even respond Jinyoung swung at Taeyong, hitting him right in the jaw before two other men stepped in and held him back. You rushed over to check on Taeyong who instead of showing signs of anger or pain, was laughing.

Laughing with a bruise on the side of his jaw, unphased by what had just happened. Jinyoung muttered curses as the guys dragged him away from the garden and the crowds of people finally dispersed, unsatisfied with the lackluster of the fight.

“Are you okay ?” You sighed helping him up and took him to the side of the house where it was more secluded from the public. You shone your phone light to get a better look at his bruise and Taeyong winced at both the sudden light and the throb from the hit.

“I’m fine I’m fine, it’s really okay” he chuckled and leaned against the wall pulling you with until you were inches away from his face.

You had no idea why, especially considering you just saw him get hit in the face, you leaned in to kiss him. Whether it be the alcohol or the adrenaline from the fight you just found Taeyong to be so goddamn hot in this moment. Taeyong moaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and massaged circles on your lower back. Your lips moved against his slowly and passionately, smirking into the kiss when he bit down on your lip cheekily.

“God there you are”

Your kiss quickly broke when you heard the high tone of Tens voice and he made his way over to you and Taeyong.

“What the hell happened, I heard that idiot Jinyoung was harassing you again and-“ Tens eyes turned to Taeyong against the wall and pointed to him with his index finger, “who the heck is this ?”

“Uh this is Taeyong, he helped me with the Jinyoung issue” you scratched your head and Taeyong half waved at Ten before clutching his jaw.

“Uhm okay” Ten pressed his lips together, “let’s go back to my dorm I’ve had enough of these Neanderthals...Taeyong you can come too.”

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The three of you finally arrived at Ten’s dorm in silence. You and Taeyong shifted awkwardly in the middle of Ten’s bedroom, not knowing exactly what to do. Looking around you noticed Ten had an eye for interior design. His furniture was quite outlandish for a dorm room yet it was surprisingly homey.

“God please sit or do something you guys are making me uncomfortable” Ten groaned, kicking off his boots and discarding his shirt. Taeyong opted for the office chair near Ten’s desk and you took a seat at the very edge of Ten’s single sleeper while he lay on his back next to you on his phone.

“You guys like sushi ? I'm feeling for sushi” Ten hummed scrolling through a food ordering app completely oblivious to the awkwardness that still sat in the room.

“Sushis good” you nodded,

“Yeah I don't mind either” Taeyong added but winced when he felt the sharp, still very prominent pain in his jaw.

“Ten you got an ice pack or something ?” You sighed, jumping off the bed and rummaged through Ten’s mini fridge. “Yeah right at the back” Ten replied, still trying to place his order for the late night meal. You retrieved the ice pack and knelt down in front of Taeyong who smiled shyly as you placed the ice pack over his swollen jaw. Taeyong silently thanked you for your kindness and applied pressure to his jaw as you decided to take a seat beside his chair, to make him feel a little more comfortable in your friends bedroom.

“Okay” Ten threw his phone aside and sat up to look at the two of you with inquisitive eyes,” yall gonna tell me what happened here ?”

“Well I lost you on the dancefloor and Jinyoung found me” you began, Ten already rolling his eyes at the sound of Jinyoung’s name,

“I went outside and Taeyong approached me, he’s going to be starting at our department on Monday and he didn't know anybody, so I offered my friendship in a form of alcohol and having a good time” you smiled and Ten scoffed.

“Jinyoung saw you guys just drinking and decided to rearrange his face ?” Ten raised his eyebrow, he definitely knew there was more to it considering the two of you were sucking each other's faces off in a dark alley.

“Okay so we were quite close, and honestly does Jinyoung need any other reason ? He wanted to punch you this morning” you groaned.

“Yeah but I was literally fucking you in a bathroom stall with my vibrator y/n”

Taeyong’s eyes widened at Ten’s words and looked between the two of you frantically, “Wait you guys are together, I mean hooking up ? Why did you kiss me ?” he questioned while Ten just laughed it off and turned on his bluetooth speaker.

“Chill, we're not together you can have a little relationship if you want to” Ten smirked, stretching his arms above his head, “honestly if you wanna hook up now I like watching.”

“God shut up, and none of us want a relationship. We just got there to have fun and Jinyoung ruined everything” you groaned, leaning your head back against Taeyong’s leg as he finally returned to tend to his bruise.

“All this aside do you guys mind if I hang out with you ? you’re honestly the only fucking normal people on this campus” Taeyong pouted and you and Ten shared a quick glance before grinning from ear to ear.

“Okay he’s cute I get it” Ten sighed and held out his hand to Taeyong, “I'm Ten, y/n and I only started hanging out this morning, neither of us have close friends on campus and frankly everyone finds us annoying, welcome to the club.”

Taeyong smiled cutely and shook Ten’s hand, setting down his ice pack and got to his feet, “Well i'm Taeyong, I too don't give a shit what people have to say about me, I like doing whatever I want with whomever I want and I'm pretty sure after tonight people aren't gonna like me either, so I guess i'm in.”

Before you could even say your part to this little club initiation your phone began to blow up with message alerts and story updates from practically everyone on campus tagging you in a specific video.

“What the hell is going on ?” you frowned as you opened instagram and noticed that the account that everyone was tagging you in was a burner account with a few videos and two pictures. Ten and Taeyong stood on either side of you as you opened up the first video and noticed that it was taken in the hallway earlier that day with you and Ten linking arms. The second video was at the party, you and Ten dancing with each other and the video cutting to you and Taeyong dancing together. The last video on the account was a blurry video of you and Taeyong making out and Ten walking in, with the ending obviously being the three of you leaving together.

“Why is this account posting videos of us ?” Taeyong asked, noticing that he too was tagged by people who he didn't know at all. Ten pulled up the account on his own phone when the account refreshed and a new post appeared, this time it was text only.

“It's probably Jinyoung I’ll just call him and-” You were cut off by Ten grabbing your phone and tossing it on his bed, “dude what the hell ?” you protested but Ten silenced you with his finger.

“This is garbage right ? like what do our lives and how we live it got anything to do with any of these assholes ?” Ten bit down on his lip and looked between you and Taeyong, “They are so obsessed with us, wondering if the three of us are fucking right now ? really ? well let's give it to them.”

“You want the three of us to fuck ?” Taeyong quirked his eyebrow, his large eyes still hazy from the party.

“I want them to believe we are!” Ten grabbed Taeyong by his shoulders and looked back at you, “any publicity is good publicity. We get to be ourselves and we get to piss people off for free.”

“Would be pretty funny to see all of this blow up in Jinyoung's face honestly” you agreed, and Ten’s face lit up before moving his attention back to Taeyong, “What do you say pretty boy ?” Taeyong scratched his head and shrugged, “All this pretending and I don't get any action here ? doesn't feel like a win at all” You tried to hold in your laughter as Ten groaned at the blonde boy’s words and held his face between his hands before pulling him into a kiss, you watched Taeyong’s tense shoulders finally drop as he leaned more into the kiss and wrapped his hands lightly around Ten’s waist.

Ten pulled away and swiped Taeyong’s lips with his thumb, smiling at the doe-eyed boy, “we will have to make it convincing right ?”

“Okay im in” Taeyong smiled brightly and the three of you held hands in the middle of the bedroom, sharing mischievous glances with each other, anticipating the fucking whirlwind of chaos that was about to hit the campus.

“Good, well I guess the only thing left to do is upload our first post of the official poly club” Ten smirked and pulled the both of you onto his bed. Ten sat in between you and Taeyong and turned on the video mode of instagram stories. First he showed his face then turned to you, pulling you into a soft sensual kiss before moving to Taeyong next to him and did the same. After breaking the kiss with Taeyong, Ten nudged you to move over to the other side of him, putting you right onto Taeyongs lap. Ten focused on the two of you as you lifted Taeyong’s chin with your index finger and bit down on his lip, slightly pulling, teasing him as he brought his hand up to wrap around your neck. Ten zoomed in as you and Taeyong shared a very scandalous kiss for everyone to see. Your tongues darting in each other's mouth while the music drowned out your subtle moans.

“Done!” Ten chirped and uploaded his story, making sure to tag the burner account in every single clip. There was no going back now and every moment of this escapade excited you. The comfort you felt around Ten and Taeyong was something that you’d been craving for a long time. As cheesy as it was to say, and especially since it was only Day One, they felt like your soulmates.

“Man I fucking love this campus” Taeyong threw his head back and groaned while you and Ten burst out laughing.

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Monday quickly approached and as soon as you and Ten stepped on campus all eyes were on you. It gave you an incredible sense of confidence and you had no idea why. Heads turned with every step, everyone was whispering as the two of you walked hand in hand through the hallway keeping your head up high and not giving a shit about anyone. Taeyong was waiting for you guys at the end of the hall, adorning a buttoned down printed shirt and ripped jeans that snatched his waist in the right way. Taeyong was leaning against the wall with a lollipop in his mouth and dark sunglasses while everyone who passed him did a double take.

“Hey babes” he smirked and placed a kiss on your cheek and Tens before joining your walk towards your first class for the day.

It was so surreal going from everyone ignoring your existence to every single person watching the three of you, anticipating what was going to happen next. You found your seats in the middle of the lecture, giving everyone the best possible view of course. The professor cleared his throat to get everyone's attention and Ten tried to stifle a laughter as the people who stated they didn't give a shit about you guys clearly paid a lot of attention now.

“Give them a show bestie” Ten whispered in your ear before gesturing to Taeyong who sat on the other side of you, slumped down in his seat with his legs spread apart deliciously. You nodded and slowly reached over to Taeyong, caressing his thigh and he bit down on his lip while keeping his eyes on the lecture slides in front of him. You noticed two guys shuffling behind you and one pulled out his phone, waiting to record the next escapade of the campus’s new favourite stars.

You danced your fingers up Taeyong’s thigh and inched closer to rest your hand on his crotch as his breathing hitched. Leaning forward you made your movements less suspicious to the professor and everyone around you except the camera that was now focusing on your actions. Taeyong sunk further in the chair awaiting for you to quit teasing him and touch him where he needed you most. You obliged to his needs and palmed him through his jeans and you heard the guy behind you curse under his breath as you began rubbing Taeyong’s member. It felt so fucking powerful to do whatever you wanted after being so cautious on this campus for so long. The ironic part was all that shit about you being notorious on campus was a fucking lie. No you weren't a saint but you were not sleeping around every other day since you hated about 90% of the people that attended the university. Now with that burner account claiming to know more about your sex life than you did, what was holding you back now from doing what you wanted ?

Taeyong undid the button on his jeans and pulled down his zip enough for you to slip your hands inside his pants with ease. A gasp from Ten made a shiver run down your spine, coming to your senses that you were giving Taeyong a handjob in the middle of a 10am lecture.

“Shit he's walking up” you chuckled and pulled your hand out of Taeyong’s pants and quickly pretended to be involved in your studies as the professor began walking around the room. Taeyong groaned loud enough for most of the front row to turn around and look at him in annoyance.

“Is something wrong Mr Lee ?” The professor raised his eyebrow as Taeyong quickly redid his pants and hid his prominent boner from his professor.

“One of the questions is a little….hard” Taeyong groaned while you and Ten covered your mouths trying to hide your laughter.

The professor shook his head and went on his way as you and Ten watched Taeyong struggle with his boner for the next thirty minutes of the class. Finally the lecture wrapped up and as soon as the three of you made your way to the hallway you felt Taeyong tug on your arm and began leading you into the girls bathroom, into the nearest stall. A few girls in the bathroom frowned at Ten sauntering into the bathroom straight after, setting down his bag on the counter and began fiddling with his hair.

“Uh this is the girls bathroom ?” a girl snapped, folding her arms and made eye contact with Ten through the mirror.

“So what ? I saw a vag before love, and just because i'm a guy doesn't mean I want yours” Ten shrugged and the girl cursed and stormed out of the bathroom. Meanwhile your mouth was practically merged with Taeyong’s as he pressed his still very hard member against your stomach and nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Was giving me blue balls for thirty minutes worth all of that ?” Taeyong growled as he grabbed your ass roughly, causing you to moan in his mouth. “I'm sorry baby let me make it up to you” you purred and dropped to your knees while Taeyong braced himself against the ceramic wall for what’s to come.

You undid Taeyongs jeans and pulled it down along with his boxers, allowing his member to spring free still hard as ever. You looked up at him, eyes big as you began stroking him slowly before spitting on his tip in order to lubricate him.

“Fucking hell” Taeyong yelled.

A girl on the outside jumped at his words and looked back at the stall then looked at Ten, who was just waiting on the two of you.

“Exam season huh ?” Ten pressed his lips together as the awkward girl quickly dried her hands and rushed out of the bathroom as soon as possible.

You began bobbing your head on Taeyongs member, fully taking him until he reached the back of your throat causing you to gag. Taeyong marveled at the way your plump lips wrapped around his tip, he couldn't help but grab your hair and slowly pull you off him just to take in the sight of your messed up lipstick. You gave him a cheeky smirk before locking your hands behind your back and giving him full control of his movements. Taeyong took full control, his dark eyes narrowed and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth before thrusting inside of you at a rapid pace. You felt your throat burn at the way he fucked your mouth rapidly but it turned you on so much that you waited until he finally came inside your mouth and you swallowed every bit of him. Taeyong pulled you to your feet and kissed you passionately, his tongue tasting remnants of himself.

“Thanks baby” Taeyong cooed in your ear before exiting the stall, stuffing himself back into his pants while a few girls looked at him absolutely horrified. You followed him, neatening your hair and washing off your mouth and borrowed a lip balm from Ten.

“Had fun you two ?” Ten smirked, leaning against the sink as you and Taeyong made yourself a little more presentable before making your way out of the bathroom. Upon exiting the three of you noticed the two guys who were filming in the lecture room quickly run after you.

“Don't we get the ending to what went down in the lecture room ?” the one boy snickered like an immature school child as his friend kept the camera on the three of you making your way out of the art department block,

“She swallowed, the end” Taeyong threw his arms around both you and Ten leaving both boys dumbstruck at his words.

You playfully nudged Taeyong who just shot you a cheeky smile as you made your way to a little bench under a willow tree. This was where you usually sat on your own, when you didn't have the energy to socialize with the rest of the art students. Now, it felt a little more complete with Ten and Taeyong accompanying you.

“So my lovelies there's this afterparty happening after the final football game of the season next month” Ten said twirling his ice coffee in his hand as he took in the afternoon sun.

“What do you have in mind ?” you crinkled your nose as you sifted through your unappetizing salad in a box.

“Okay so you guys heard of Onlyfans right ?” Ten looked between you and Taeyong.

“That site that pays for nudes and shit ?” Taeyong quizzed and Ten nodded brightly and leaned in, “I was thinking let's capitalize a bit of this leading up to the party” Ten responded and pulled up an invitation on his phone,

“The afterparty is being held at Jinyoung’s frat house, him and his idiotic friends are making people pay in order to decorate their football recreational room or some stupid shit like that.”

You took a closer look at the invite and rolled your eyes at the ridiculous pricing, as if their parties were worth going to anyway. Jinyoung was incredibly full of himself and he knew a lot of people worshipped him on campus thanks to his parents being higher ups and the poster boy for the football team. Going for his pride, knocking him where it hurts would be fucking bliss.

“We open an onlyfans, nothing too scandalous but it's gonna get people interested enough to pay forward and we use that cash to host our own party on the same night, free entrance of course” Ten continued and already started setting up the OnlyFans account.

“We should make the party crazy as hell too so nobody would resist coming over” Taeyong added and began going through his contacts, “there's this guy called Seungyoun, he’s a fourth year and knows that DJ from that enigma club from downtown.”

“That's perfect, and we will get Yuta and his tattooist buddies to do temporary sets for us, also my friend Chaeyoung in fashion can help with decor” Ten squealed, already messaging whoever he can.

“My friend Hendery has...uh happy pills if you're interested” you mentioned, knowing that everyone knew Hendery on campus for selling shit, not strong stuff but able to keep you going for a good amount of time.

“Yes! Anything to create hype and watch those preppy idiots sit in an empty house come game night” Ten replied and showed off the OnlyFans page he attached to his instagram account.

“Okay, so what now ?” Taeyong’s large eyes looked between the two of you.

“Now” Ten threw his phone in his bag and got to his feet, “we go back to my dorm and take some naughty pics.”

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“I don't think my ass looks good in that” you whined as you got off Taeyong’s lap and took a look at Ten’s camera viewfinder. Taeyong grumbled, sitting in nothing but leather pants on Ten’s office chair, “your ass looks great trust me” he smirked and reached to pull you back onto his lap.

“Come on, just a few more then you can take pics of Taeyong and I” Ten pointed his ring light where Taeyong had a grip on your ass that adorned very pretty pink lingerie. After a few more angles and more compromising positions, Ten finally got what he needed and handed you the camera,

“Make us look cute” He winked and pulled Taeyong to his feet.

“What are we gonna-” Taeyong’s words were cut off by Ten shoving his hand down his pants, “okaaaay” Taeyong pressed his lips together as you began snapping pics of the two of them.

They were so beautiful to you. Every picture you snapped looked better than the last and they needed no direction at all, just enveloped each other with their ridiculous sexual energy, filling the room with their pheromones.

“Done, you guys look sexy as fuck” you purred earning a kiss from Taeyong who was obviously horny from the entire ordeal, but when the fuck was his dick not hard.

You felt yourself being tugged away and Taeyong whined when Ten handed the camera to him and pushed you down to lie on his bed. You felt a shiver run down your spine when Ten positioned himself between your legs and moved his body down until his face was level with your core.

“Taeyong, stand above y/n and shoot down from this angle” Ten instructed to which Taeyong obeyed and his shadow casted over you.

Ten leaned in and kissed you softly on your mound as the room echoed with the camera shutters and your deep breaths. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his hair but you’d only ruin a perfect shot. It was agonizing but you had to stay still while Ten had his way with you.

Ten moved the piece of fabric to the side and peppered kisses all along your inner thigh and around your core. You were unable to see his face thanks to Taeyong hovering over you but you pictured that smug smile spread across his face as you restrained yourself. You sucked in another deep breath when you felt his tongue dart out and take a slow lick before placing his mouth on your mound and ate you out like an expert.

“Fucking hell” you sighed as you felt his tongue inside you, exploring every part imaginable. You could tell the scene was getting to Taeyong too, as he stood there one hand on the camera and the other hand on his hardened member, watching Ten eat you out.

“Did you get the shots ?” Ten suddenly said, pulling away from your core as you squirmed out of protest.

“Uh..yeah I did,” Taeyong muttered, still staring down at your legs spread wide apart and his member practically screaming through his restricted pants.

“I hope you're not planning to wrap this shit up right now Ten” you groaned, reaching your hand down to your core in order to finish what he had left off.

Ten snickered and slapped your hand away, “of course my lovelies, I never quit a job halfway.” Ten gestured for Taeyong to stand next to the bed while he inserted a finger in you, causing you to moan his name out loud. As you got accustomed to his finger you managed to sit up a little and watched as Ten rubbed Taeyong’s boner through his pants. God you had never been in a situation like this before. How the hell did you get so lucky, meeting two men willing to fuck you and each other.

Ten entered another finger inside you as Taeyong undid his pants and Ten’s mouth was pressed against Taeyong’s member while pumping his length. Taeyong’s eyes were on your figure as he moaned when Ten took him fully in and his fingers were now destroying your core.

“God im so close” Taeyong whined and Ten slowly took his length out of his mouth and looked up at him and then down at you,

“I think you should cum on y/n, she wants it” Ten licked his lips and looked at you with hooded eyes.

“Y-yeah Taeyong….just do it” you squirmed as Ten’s fingers slowed down, holding you back from your orgasm.

Taeyong uttered a few curses and Ten quickly returned to pumping his member until he was at his breaking point. Ten removed his hand from Taeyong and gave you his full attention, attaching both his mouth and three of his fingers inside of your core. Taeyong stood over you with dark eyes as you reached out to run your hand down his exposed thigh.

Taeyong grunted as he released, you felt the warm liquid all over your stomach and breasts while Ten was still recklessly fingering you until you had one of the craziest orgasms of your life. You couldn't process when Taeyong had pressed his lips to yours and Ten had left to get tissues for the mess the three of you made.

“That was some content our viewers missed out on” Taeyong sighed, still trying to catch his breath. You chuckled and went over to the bathroom to quickly shower off the mess and returned in Ten’s oversized shirt, taking a seat between the two of them in bed.

“Okay I uploaded a few previews and linked the onlyfans subscription link” Ten announced as he uploaded three of the explicit versions on the paid side of Onlyfans, “we will get a notification when someone has subscribed and our earnings are on this page.”

The three of you sat, mouths dropped open as you watched subscription after subscription start to fill the page. The comments were flooding in too, and someone even left a hefty tip in a matter of minutes. Ten switched to the earnings page and the account was already sitting at a triple digit.

“What the actual fuck” you gasped as more people began visiting the page and your followings on instagram began skyrocketing.

“This was way easier than I thought it was” Taeyong marveled, also noticing many people start dming him on instagram.

“Well Jinyoung and his goons wanted a party, well here’s the party of the fucking century” Ten smirked and hi5ed the both of you as absolute chaos ensued all over social media in real time.

Just like that in the next couple of days the three of you were watched by the entire campus. It was like Jinyoung wanted. To show the campus that you were notorious, and nobody should get involved with any of you. But that's where his plan was flawed.

Every single person on the campus besides his legion of preppy followers were obsessed with the three of you and craved more. Despite the onlyfans pictures containing no nudity, people still subscribed, they still tipped, they would do anything to see more.

It was in the middle of the afternoon and Ten had confirmed the account had garnered enough money for the party. It had been about three weeks since the very first post on the onlyfans account and now the account stood at a staggering 850 subscribers, each paying for the monthly subscribed content plus tipping generously from time to time. In the midst of all of this the three of you were also preparing for the party that was going to be held on the big day. Taeil, a friend of Taeyong's, allowed you to use his frat house for the event since it would look good for student rentals later on. Yuta and his friends prepared alcohol and a temporary tattoo station to appease drunk girls to get matching tattoos and frat boys to bet their friends to tattoo a dick on their faces. Chaeyoung, Ten’s friend from fashion completely transformed the house into an instagrammable masterpiece, channeling one of those fancy hollywood parties that nobody could ever get into. Seungyoun, the fourth year who was friends with a lot of musicians and DJs from downtown spread the word on campus radio, letting everyone know about Ten’s huge announcement that was about to happen Tuesday afternoon, 2:30PM.

“Alright you thirsty hoes, I see you all made it” Ten said into a karaoke microphone he found from God knows where. Ten got up on the table in the courtyard, standing in front of a huge crowd of students who quickly gathered ready for the grand announcement that was the talk of the town for the last week now.

“We would just like to say that we're so grateful for all your support on our….craft and in order to honor that, were going to host the best party of the fucking semester” Ten shouted while people cheered from the front all the way to the back of the crowd.

“If you look at the link under Ten’s instagram bio, it should take you to a little preview of what’s in store come saturday” Taeyong explained, leaning into the mic while the crowd murmured in confusion.

“Saturday after the big game ? Isn't Jinyoung having a party that night ?” someone in the crowd said followed by more confused chatter.

“That's right, I am having a party after the game” Jinyoung said, moving through the crowd accompanied by two of his frat members and sneered at the sight of the three of you,

“What ? Are you guys planning an orgy or something for your onlyfans ?”

“If you want to suck my dick all you gotta do is ask Jinyoung” Taeyong mused and a few people giggled while Jinyoung shifted uncomfortably and gritted his teeth.

“Listen, you freaks are not having a party on the same night as me” Jinyoung spat and took a step forward, “save yourself the embarrassment of nobody showing up and cancel it.”

You approached him slowly, chuckling darkly as he watched your fingers dance up his arm and up to his jaw, caressing his cheek, “Sweety are you threatened ? You're afraid everybody is gonna ditch your little frat party and come to mine ?”

Jinyoung tried keeping his cool while you stared up at him, playing with him like a little toy in front of everyone to see.

“Are you afraid if people come over i'm going to hook up with everyone who gives me attention ?” Jinyoung avoided your eyes when you recited the words he wrote about you on that burner account. You smirked up at him when you noticed how he still wasn't man enough to own up to his actions.

“Well, our party is FREE by the way” you continued, stepping away and now addressed the crowd in front of you, “So if you’d rather go over to Jinyoungs then go ahead, but if you wanna come play with us…”

You walked up to Taeyong and gave him a sloppy kiss as he grabbed your ass in front of the entire campus to see, “we will see you Saturday night.” The crowd cheered and Jinyoung growled, taking one more glare at you before storming off with his frat boys away from the cheering crowds.

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It was D day and everyone who helped with the party gathered in the kitchen, drink in hand and took a final glance back at the rager that was mere minutes away from opening up.

“I can't thank you all enough, actually I did, with all that onlyfans money” Ten stuck his tongue out and Seungyoun whistled while everyone clapped.

“No but seriously, thank you guys….revenge never felt sweeter” you smiled and Hendery put his arm around you as you leaned into him, “if nobody shows up well more for us!”

“Cheers, freaks¨" Taeyong yelled and Ten nudging him in his abdomen,

“Really ? I'm pretty sure Jinyoung’s little nickname for us isn't a compliment” Ten rolled his eyes playfully.

“Its a compliment to us, fuck it im a freak and proud of it” Yuta raised his glass, and a few others joined in.

“Fine Freaks club it is, cheers everyone!” Ten raised his glass and everyone clinked glasses before downing their respectful drinks.

It wasn't long before people began pouring in, it wasn't a large number but it was still something. Most people were from the music and arts departments, and you noticed a few girls from your business lecture drop by as well.

“You think the rest all went to Jinyoung ?” You bit down on your lip as you and Ten monitored the crowds of people while having a drink.

“Maybe ? doesn't matter though, our party is way cooler” Ten shrugged and threw back his drink, “but if you really want me to pull one last move hey just say the word.”

You looked over at the black haired boy and frowned while a cheeky smile spread across his face and he pulled out his phone. You watched him text a few paragraphs and slip his phone in his back pocket before returning to his drink.

About 20 minutes later Taeyong emerged from the crowd to join the two of you in the kitchen, a confused look spread across his face.

“What's wrong ?” you quizzed him.

“Some of those basketball guys are here, they brought over like fifty more people” Taeyong pointed to the entrance and you and Ten watched the guys who the campus worshipped next to the football team enter the party, followed by their fangirls and whoever else wished to be in their presence.

“What the heck did you do ?” your eyes widened as the small party now turned into a whole fucking campus rager.

“Oh I told Johnny Suh that I'd give him a lap dance in front of everyone if he came over with his friends” Ten smiled, waving at the tall brown haired boy with a goofy grin spread across his face.

“Johnny Suh ?! as in the captain of the varsity basketball team ?” you were still confused as to how and when Ten had started talking to one of the most popular guys on campus.

“Yes him, now if you would excuse me, I have a deal to seal” you and Taeyong watched Ten down his drink and make his way over to the lounge where Johnny stood excitedly.

Ten spoke to the DJ and the DJ had the crowd clear up the center of the room while everyone exchanged confused glances as to what the hell was about to go down. Ten placed a chair in the middle of the room and pushed Johnny’s large frame down until he was seated, legs apart and that goofy smile never leaving his face. His teammates whistled as Ten used a piece of cloth to cover Johnny’s eyes, and took off his belt in order to retrain his hands behind his back.

“I gotta give it to Ten, he sure knows how to put on a show” Taeyong wrapped his arm around your waist as the two of you watched Ten fuck around with the captain of the basketball team.

The room was filled with flashing lights, everyone recording the moment as Ten gave Johnny the lap dance he was promised. Johnny slumped in the chair allowing Ten to grind into his hips, and you're pretty sure if the music wasn't so goddamn loud the whole campus would've heard Johnny moan in Ten’s touch. Ten ended it off with a cheeky kiss and untied Johnny, whose face was absolutely red as all of his friends cheered them on, all of them attacking him with hi5s.

That definitely sealed the deal, because after a few uploads of the clip, almost everyone was at your party and Jinyoung’s was most likely empty right now. The party was so big that people were on the street, everybody having the time of their life.

“We did it” Ten threw his arms around you and Taeyong as you stood on the balcony, overlooking the party from above.

“Yeah, we really did” you chuckled and sighed deeply, “I wish I could look at Jinyoung’s face right now.”

“Oh you didn't see ?”

You and Ten turned to Taeyong as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his gallery. You and Ten burst out laughing when a video of Jinyoung sitting in his empty estate with a few of his preppy friends looking absolutely miserable.

“Fuck thats brilliant” you leaned your head on Ten’s shoulder, completely satisfied with how the night turned out.

“Hey you guys wanna go back to my dorm ? I'm kinda over this” Ten yawned and placed a peck on your forehead.

“You wanna leave your own party ?” Taeyong scoffed, shoving his hands in his pocket.

“This” Ten gestured to the three of you, “This is my party, let's take it back to my room.”

You and Taeyong both obliged and without anyone knowing the three of you escaped the party and made your way over to Ten’s dorm room hand in hand. Upon entering Ten threw off his shirt and kicked off his boots and Taeyong did the same, the two boys grabbing alcohol from the mini fridge and set them up on Tens desk.

“Oh by the way I have something” your words had both the boys turn to face you and you held out your hand, holding three small blue pills,

“Hendery gave them to me, Its not that strong and the high will only last for an hour or two but fuck its good way to end the night off right ?”

“I'm in” Taeyong grabbed the pill and handed you a drink, the three of you washed the pill with beer and Ten switched on a playlist before joining you and Taeyong on his bed.

“I know we've only known each other for like 2-3 months now but I fucking love you guys” you sighed, running your hands through your hair and looked between the two boys.

“This group, us, was the best thing that ever happened to me” Taeyong replied, “you two whores mean the world to me.” “Very sentimental Taeyong” Ten chuckled before reaching out to caress your cheek, “I love you too babe, both of you, were soulmates, if like the devil decided to link people together or something.”

The three of you chuckled and the laughter quickly switched to Taeyong rubbing Ten’s thigh and looked over at you with dark eyes. You had no idea if it was the drug, or the alcohol but there was a desperation within you. Grabbing Taeyong’s face, you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, and quickly switched to Ten, giving him the same energy as Taeyong pushed your shirt over your head and sucked on your exposed skin.

Ten unclasped your bra and massaged your breast as Taeyong kissed the other, each boy stimulating you in the best way possible. Taeyong growled and tossed you onto your back, pulling your skirt off and began sharing a passionate kiss with Ten who was already down to his boxers.

Once Taeyong pulled away from Ten he moved on top of you, grabbing you by your throat and rubbed his hips against your core, the friction sending you into a frenzy. Your thoughts were so focused on Taeyong you had no idea when Ten had got on his knees beside you and began kneading your breasts and rubbing his length with his free hand.

“Who do you wanna fuck first ?” Taeyong growled in your ear that made you so wet you had no fucking clue who you wanted, you just needed someone inside of you at this moment.

“I think it's fair if I go first, I've waited long enough” Ten smirked and switched positions with Taeyong who jumped off the bed to get rid of his pants.

You watched Ten’s dark eyes take in your body, and his beautiful body looked so fucking alluring under the dim lighting of his bedroom. Ten rid you of your soaked panties and wasted no time in inserting two fingers in your wetness.

“Baby girl has been waiting for this for a while huh” Ten purred while Taeyong grabbed your jaw, pulling you into a kiss before making you sit up enough for his member to meet your lips. Just as you took Taeyong in your mouth Ten had already replaced his fingers with his member and began thrusting into you at a rapid pace.

“Oh fuck” you groaned as Taeyong guided your movements on his member with a fistful of your hair. All three of you were so in tune with each other, rough when needed to be and delicate straight after.

As Ten fucked you he leaned forward enough for Taeyong to bend down and meet his lips, the two of them sharing a dirty kiss while they fucked you senseless. Ten pulled away from Taeyong and rammed into you until you came all over his member. “Come on open wide” He mewled and pulled you up and shoved his length in your mouth until he came, making you swallow every bit of him.

“Get on top of me” Taeyong demanded and you did as he said, climbing on top of him and sitting on his length. Taeyong let out a groan, finally feeling you around his length and you felt Ten sit behind you, his hands cupping your breasts as you bounced on Taeyongs member.

“You think you can take both of us ?” Ten whispered in your ear and his request somehow made you wetter than you already were. You had only tried it once, but never in a situation like this. You quickly nodded and Ten caressed your body, leaving sweet kisses all over shoulder and neck before jumping off the bed to rummage in his closet.

Taeyong, not knowing or caring what was going on, carried on slamming himself inside of you, his nails digging into your ass as you rode him like a pro.

Ten returned with what you assumed to be a bottle of lube and bent you over slightly, making sure his touches were careful and delicate. Taeyong finally caught on and slowed his pace despite almost being at his orgasm, in order to make the process easier for you.

“If it's too much just let me know” Ten pecked your cheek and inserted a finger inside your ass, the new sensation was odd but extremely satisfying. Ten continued lubing you up while Taeyong stroked your thighs and made sure your body was relaxed in their care.

“I'm ready, just do it, I want to feel both of you already” you whined and both boys cursed at your words, each anticipating this new experience.

Ten inserted himself and gave you a moment to adjust to him and Taeyong, before slowly moving his hips, keeping his touches light.

“Oh God that feels so good” you moaned as Taeyong picked up his pace and the both of them began fucking you at the same time, something you always wished would happen eventually. Ten returned to his roughness and bent you a little more, allowing Taeyong to lean up and capture your lips, his tongue entangling with yours as the new position only got him back to chasing his raging orgasm.

“Fuck im gonna cum” Taeyong groaned, slightly mad that he couldnt hold onto this feeling any longer.

“You wanna cum inside her mouth ?” Ten asked in between his grunts as he felt himself also reaching his second orgasm.

“No I wanna cum in yours” Taeyong replied darkly, and Ten’s thrusts stopped abruptly to look down at Taeyong.

“Well...fuck okay” Ten finally said and pulled out of you, allowing Taeyong to move to the side of the bed while Ten flipped you on your back and inserted himself in your core. Taeyong stood on the bed for Ten to get better access to his length as you screamed Ten’s name who was quite literally destroying your core at this point.

Taeyong yanked on Ten’s hair causing him to slow his thrusts and you watched the delicious sight of Taeyong slipping his length into Ten’s mouth and Ten swallowing every bit of him. It was quite possibly the hottest thing you'd seen in your life. Ten wiped his mouth as Taeyong slowly pulled out of him with a groan he returned to slamming his hips into yours. “I'm so close Ten” you groaned as Ten crouched over you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he brought both of you to your climax and let out a huge sigh when he finally came undone with you following shortly after.

“How much money do you think we would've made on onlyfans for that ?” Ten breathed as he collapsed in the bed next to you and Taeyong crawled on your naked body, resting his head on your chest as the three of you tried to catch your breath.

“Probably enough to drop out” Taeyong hummed, his eyes drooping as he made himself a little more comfortable.

“Yeah but hey it's time to end the notorious onlyfans account now don't you think ?” your eyes shifted to Ten who nodded at your words and got up and grabbed his phone from his desk,

“Tae-Ten-Y/N onlyfans era has now come to an end, thank you everyone who tuned in” Ten said, falling back into bed and showing the account that was now deactivated.

“Kinda surprised you are willing to end the onlyfans era Ten, this doesn't have anything to do with Johnny Suh now does it ?” Taeyong raised his eyebrow and you also joined in, looking at the black haired boy with curious eyes.

“Maybe,” Ten sighed, rolling his eyes as you and Taeyong mimicked kissing sounds, “Ugh anyway, they have a game next week, I want you guys to come with.”

“Fine, i’ll ask Johnny how it felt to taste my c-”

“Shut up Taeyong.”

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ONE WEEK LATER

“I have no idea what the hell is going on but Johnny is so hot” Ten sighed as the three of you sat in the bleachers of a varsity basketball game.

“Athletes are not my type these days” you shrugged taking a bite of your corn dog, watching Taeyong play some game on his phone.

“Oh shit they're almost there” Ten pulled you to your feet as the crowd all stood up around you cheering on the varsity team as the time began running out. You watched Johnny run across the court and throw the ball to a boy with chestnut coloured hair, and upon receiving the ball, the boy threw the ball straight into the hoop at the last second, taking his team to victory.

“Fuck….who is he ?” you gulped, as his teammates carried him on their shoulders and his lips curled into a tight grin, showing off a beautiful set of dimples. “That my dear friend” Ten patted your shoulder, “That's Jung Jaehyun.”

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A Reading: Part 6 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Witch Reader)

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You'd been caught in a dream, floating somewhere you didn't recognize. It took you a moment to realize that perhaps you weren't dreaming at all, especially when you were walking through a house you didn't recognize.

It was full of jars and books, and it almost looked how your trailer looked. Except bigger. Somehow fuller. You had a feeling that knocking over one book would cause a whole stack of them to fall. You didn't know where you were going, only that the house was lit by the light falling in through the windows. The only other light was the one coming from behind a closed door.

You passed through the door, before you turned at the sound of footsteps. No one was behind you, and they hadn't been your own. Your feet hadn't been making any. It sounded outside yourself. Like the sounds were trapped in a fog. Still, you kept yourself calm as your eyes adjusted to the dark room. The only light was the flickering candlelight.

You saw someone, an old woman. She had her own altar, her own herbs and spells. You saw her sigils and candles, and thought you recognized the sigils carved into them. Protection candles, you thought. There were two, with a poppet in front of each of them. They had clothing fashioned around them, with a picture leaning against the candle of who they were supposed to represent. One had a picture of an older boy, with dark curls and clear blue eyes. The other hand sandy blonde hair, with eyes just the same. The brothers, you thought.

You watched as the old woman picked up the blonde haired boys poppet. She wrapped a string around it, muttering to herself. You didn't get to catch what she was whispering, because she suddenly stopped. You had walked up besides her, gotten close. Too close. She looked over her shoulder, and it almost looked as if she was staring right at you. You froze. She lifted a hand, and she reached for you. But her hand went through you, wrapped around nothing. You looked down where her hand had gone through you. You were still there. Still whole. But she couldn't touch you. Faintly, you realized that you must've been astral projecting. You'd never done it before, or you'd never done it purposely. You almost wanted to speak to her, to ask what she was doing, but you heard it again. The sound of voices.

They were still back in the fog, but they were getting louder. To your surprise, the woman looked with you. As if she could hear them too. You looked down at the poppet in her hand, and then you realized. The poppet she was holding, the boy it was connected to, he must've been close. She must've been watching him. Protecting him. The moment that you did, she lifted her hand and whispered,

"Begone."

***

Really, you didn't know how the boys were sleeping through it. The others, the hunters, weren't even attempting to be quiet. You could hear the sound of their footsteps all the way back in the boys' little sub-cave. All the way into your projection. Each word seemed to bounce off the walls right into their hideout. But it wasn't until someone yelled,

"Don't you touch her! You stay away from her!" That you jolted awake and out of your subconscious. They're here. You sat up, looking for the source of the voice. Your mind was foggy, clouded. Even more tired than it had been before. Like you hadn't slept at all. You tried to think back to your dream, but you barely got flashes.

In your haze, you thought that voice had been talking about you. But, no one was here. Then, you looked up at the boys above you. Except them. They were fast asleep and as still as death, right where you'd left them when you nodded off. So, if they weren't here then that meant- They found Star. You thought. You knew she wouldn't be hurt, or you had failed to see her death. When you instead heard a gruff voice say,

"C'mon, vampires have such rotten tempers." You knew you were right. And that the voice that had yelled at them to get away must've been the harbinger of death that you'd seen in your card. You clasped your hands together, anxiety wracking through you.

You knew, despite everything you'd done, that sometimes fate was a set course. That not even spells or magic could protect unfortunate souls. Especially damned ones. You looked up at the boys. You knew the three would be set to find them, and, while part of you didn't want them to hurt the younger teens, you couldn't imagine that they'd want to sleep through this. Or, perhaps, you just didn't want to be alone.

But how could you get to them? More importantly, how would they react if they saw you crack under the pressure? It occurred to you then that that's what you were doing. You were cracking. Your breath had sped up, and you wrapped a hand around your throat to try to calm your breathing. You placed a hand on your own chest, feeling your heartbeat. It was fast, too fast. You were letting the pressure get to you. You weren't holding up your end of the deal. You willed yourself to calm down, to take steady easy breaths.

You told yourself that everything was going to be fine. That they weren't going to find you. You'd laid out spells, protection, and, hell, you'd even hid the entrance to the cave. They would have to have an absurd amount of luck to find where you were hiding, and, more so, to get out unscathed. They'd have to have more than luck, you thought.

But, despite all that, you found yourself praying. You didn't have a particular god or deity in mind. Truth be told, you were praying to anyone who would listen. You were whispering a prayer your mother had taught you over and over, hoping it would help. Even as they drew closer and closer.

The cave made it so you could hear them all the way into the main part of the cave. Now, the sound of their footsteps was deafening. You had no idea of knowing how close they were, just that they were getting closer. Louder.

"Do you guys hear that?" And you froze. You'd forgotten that sound traveled both ways. You stopped your whispering and pressed a hand over your mouth to silence the sound of your breathing.

"Creepy." One of them said, and you almost thought they'd be able to hear the sound of your heartbeat from how loudly it was hammering in your chest. You thought about this over and over. The three of them sounded young. Like young teenagers trying to scramble to seem like they knew what they were doing. The boys looked young in the vision. It occurred to you then what was going to happen if they did stumble upon the cave. How were you going to hurt them? They were just a couple of kids. Sure, vampire hunters, but they were still children. It made you think about the witch hunters that had hunted your own clan, how they would hunt even young coven members if they showed any inclination of being a witch. You couldn't be like them. You couldn't. So, you pulled your hands from your mouth and opened your eyes.

You reached into your bag, quickly grabbing your mixing bowl and any of the materials you brought. You whispered your own enchantment over and over, deciding that there was no time to make new spells like the present. You grinded the herbs until they were a fine powder. You could hear the boys right outside the cave, the sound of their shoes scuffing against the rock. You stood up, clinging to one side of the entrance as you listened.

"It's a dead-end." One of the voices said. They were close, only a few steps away from the cave. You had to climb up in order to cling to the side wall. If they weren't careful, they'd fall into it.

"It can't be!" The gruff voice said. It almost sounded like he was putting it on. Trying to make his voice deeper. You clutched the bowl, digging your hand into the mixture of herbs as you silently began mouthing the enchantment. One word, one clear intention stuck in your mind. Begone.

"Well, do you see a way to go?" You heard a higher-pitched voice say, and then you heard it. A scuffle. You, in your minds eye, could already guess what was going to happen. While there might be a bed at the bottom, you didn't want the three boys to tumble into the nest. As much as you hated the fact that they were hunters, you wouldn't be able to stand the sight of them being torn apart. So, you stepped forward. Breaking through your smoke screen. You heard them start to yell, one of them even started to say,

"Holy-" But it was too late. You blew the powder in all of their faces, and they sputtered. They spit, trying to get the powder out of their open mouths. But it was no use. All of them had inhaled it out of instinct and surprise. You stared at them for a moment, looked them over. They couldn't be older than sixteen. You were right, they were still children. Any regret that you might've had quickly slipped away. You quickly raised your hand, and gave them a small mental push. A small one, just to push them back towards where they came.

"Save yourselves and leave this place." You told them. You watched as they coughed, but they were already moving. Already leaving. They were yelling and screaming, declaring how a girl had appeared right out of the wall. One of them was calling for a boy named Michael. But they were leaving, and you didn't even care that they'd seen your face. You sunk back behind the curtain, and waited until you heard the sound of the young hunters leaving before you went to wake the vampires.

***

You'd climbed up the latter, tilting your head as you stared into the sleeping face of the curly-haired vampire. He was still and asleep, not even drawing in a breath. But he was alive. In his own way. You reached out a hand, barely grazing it against the skin of his chest. The second you did, you gasped. A hand shot out, snatching your wrist. His eyes flicked open, a snarl left his mouth. His face had turned monstrous, with yellow eyes leering at you. The boys behind him shook awake, but Markos snarl died in his throat. Just before any of the others could open their eyes. At the silence, the rest seemed to settle. His grip loosened. He realized that it was just you.

"Afternoon." You told him, and Marko tilted his head. He opened his mouth to speak, but you could guess what he was going to ask. "They came. They're gone. I just wanted to tell you." You whispered, reaching out to touch his cheek. The two of you were face to face from where you'd stood on the latter, his body only a few inches from yours. He reached out to hold your hand to his face, his skin cold against yours.

"They left?" He asked, sleep thick in his voice. His eyes had almost fallen closed. You knew the sun was compelling him, trying to force him back into his dormant state. You nodded, and he nodded back. He smacked his lips together, as if he was thirsty, before his eyes slipped closed. You figured all of them would want something to drink when they woke up, and you could guess what. He made a noise, as if he was going to start to say something, but sleep was pulling at him quickly.

"Go back to sleep." You said, and, without thinking, you leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead. It was difficult, given the angle, but Marko hummed again. He pulled his hand away from your hand, resettling it on his chest. You pulled your hand away from his face, and decided that you were going to do the same.

Your dreams were empty this time. Nothing but a never-ending view of black. It wasn't until you felt something fall besides you that you awoke, but an arm around your waist and weight pressed against your back kept you from lifting yourself up. Still, you turned your head to find that you were staring into the smiling face of Paul, who reached out to cup your cheek as he said,

"Evening, gorgeous." And was ducking his head to steal a kiss. It was sleepy and sweet compared to his usual kisses, and he reached to tickle you just after you pulled away. You reached for his hands with laugh, trying to get him to stop. You heard another noise, the sound of a jacket rustling, and you looked up to find Dwayne standing above you. He'd landed on his feet, just to the side of the corner of your bed. He kneeled on it, sighing as he moved to lay besides the two of you. He was rubbing his face and his eyes, laying on his side and seemingly not happy to be awoken so soon.

"The sun just set." He said, and you knew that it was directed at Paul. Paul rolled his eyes, leaning close until your noses almost brushed.

"How am I supposed to stay asleep when we have such a babe in our cave?" He asked, and he silenced whatever giggle you were going to let out with his lips. Paul only pulled away when Dwaynes hand pushed at his head, dislodging him from your lips. But Dwayne didn't sweep you into a kiss or pull you away. He simply moved to take up the side opposite of Paul, muttering something about how you were warm. When you looked at him, it looked as if he was half-way back to falling asleep. But it didn't last long. Marko was falling at the end of your bed, standing and stretching. He kicked Dwaynes foot, telling him,

"C'mon, man, I'm starving." You smiled. It seemed as if they had this argument every night. Paul and Marko were the early wakers, while they waited on David and Dwayne. It seemed like Dwayne liked to sleep in, but none of them even tried to disturb David. You didn't really have to guess why. You sighed. Even with Markos prompting, Paul was using you as a distraction. And, if the boys weren't going to let you up, you at least tried to recall what had happened earlier in the day.

Without meaning to, you told them everything. And the boys around you stilled. You heard another rustle, and you saw that David had finally woken up. He landed outside the bed, his icy blue eyes trained on you.

"They came?" David asked. His voice was like a knife, cutting through the warm wake-up you'd received. Marko had paled, and David was quick to turn his glare onto the blonde. "You knew?" And, for the first time, you saw Marko stutter.

"I- I thought it was a dream." He said, and David shook his head with a scoff. His gaze turned back on you, and the weights on either side of you lifted. You sat up with them, trying not to shrink under David's stare. His voice was sharp, reminding you exactly why you were here. That you weren't their friend, or their girlfriend. That you were their ally at best.

"Well?" And, for some reason, you knew David wasn't going to be happy with what you had to report.

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Brainrot alert. Chilling with the roomies.

This had started as a fluffy piece. It turned slightly not sfw. So, minors, you know what you have to do: DNI.

Featuring: Bruombracchio.

CW: name calling (I use "bitch" a couple of times), poly (?), mention of antidepressants, bad English

I make some references to the main "Ombra plot".

When Abbacchio and Bruno came home from the meeting with Giorno, they weren't expecting their new roommate to be passed out on the couch. Abbacchio was complaining about Giorno's plan to hit a minor organization that was growing in Passione's territory when Bruno shushed him gently by pressing his index finger on the taller man's lips. Abbacchio turned around and felt a smile creeping across his face.

Ombra was softly snoring, her plush lips parted and her tongue piercing almost visible. She was still wearing her makeup - a smear of eyeliner was printed on the back of her hand where her cheek was pressed. Her poor mistreated glasses had fallen on the ground. No wonder she often complained about them needing to get fixed. In her other hand, a red ballpoint pen was balanced between her relaxed fingers. On the carpet, right near the glasses, lied a pile of her students' papers.

A mug of American coffee, which she preferred, much to the Italian men's disapproval, was sitting - empty - on the coffee table in front of the sofa, on top of a textbook.

When the door closed, in spite of Bruno's attempts to be as silent as possible, she opened her eyes.

"Oh fuck" she said in a panicked voice, slightly raspier than usual due to the nap. "What time is it?" she asked. Immediately she started searching for her glasses.

"It's only three in the afternoon, don't worry" said Bruno, as he walked towards the couch. Abbacchio stood still, then crossed his arms with an amused smile on his face as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, observing his boyfriend as he approached the woman. She sighed heavily then let herself fall back onto the couch. She was wearing her home clothes - a pair of black leggings, a baggy thrifted sweater and, Abbacchio's favorites, her thick fuchsia wool socks.

"You seem tired" Abbacchio observed. "Hard day at work?" She shook her head no.

"Just the usual. It's the new meds" she complained, then immediately yawned. "They make me so lethargic." Abbacchio and Bruno looked at each other for a brief second, with concern in the latter's eyes and a scuff coming from the former cop. "Then relax. Those papers can wait." Before she could say anything, Bruno came out with a proposal.

"Tomorrow is your day off, correct? Why don't we all spend the rest of the afternoon relaxing?"

"We had a pretty long day as well" commented Abbacchio, before going to the bedroom he shared with Bruno and ignoring Ombra's question about Giorno. As he took off his work clothes and exchanged them with a casual band tshirt and grey sweatpants, he could hear Bruno answer her question.

"He is not doing that well. After what happened with you, he is a bit paranoid about gangs trying to take over. I have seen him particularly tired, these days" Abbacchio heard Bruno pause for a moment, as he exited their bedroom, so he stopped in his steps. "I wonder if it has anything to do with your guys'... Bond?"

Ombra stood silent for a moment. Abbacchio could almost picture her furrowed brows and pursed lips, as she hugged her knees, on top of which her chin was rested.

"I should probably have a chat with him" she simply replied. "We haven't spoken much since we solved the whole Acciaio situation. But the Shroud... You're right." Abbacchio heard Ombra sigh. "Giorno and I should communicate more about this bond that we share. I don't know to which extent it affects us-"

"Golden Boy is ruining your life even when he's distant, I see" Abbacchio finally erupted, exiting the shadows. Bruno was sitting next to Ombra's feet on the couch and turned his head to roll his eyes at him as he spoke. Ombra laughed softly, which caused Bruno to smile as well.

"We don't know that. I might be the one that's ruining his mood" she replied. Bruno got up the couch and left the room exchanging one final glare with his boyfriend.

"Then you deserve a reward" Abbacchio said and he took Bruno's place with a loud sigh as he sat on the couch, his legs spread as usual, touching Ombra. He acted on impulse: he hooked her calves with one of his strong arms and pulled her legs onto his lap, destabilizing her. "You'll be more comfortable this way" he said. She huffed, but didn't reply. A smile rose up Abbacchio's lips: he knew she was flustered, as much as she liked playing tough.

"Nice t-shirt, you emo. Name three of their songs" she said, raising back up on her elbows to look at him. Her cheeks were slightly rosier than usual, but she maintained eye contact as she teased him.

"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, Close to me and Pornography" he promptly replied. Ombra rolled her eyes, but her cheeks had turned even pinker and her lips were curled in a smile.

"Pornography is one of my favorite albums" she said simply, as Bruno came back into the room, wearing an unbottoned flannel shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He raised his brow at Abbacchio, as he looked down to his lap, where Ombra's fuchsia clothed feet were laying. He grabbed the remote control and turned the TV on, before taking his seat.

"Do you mind, Ombra?" he asked gently, with a smile. She immediately rose up and tried to take her legs from Abbacchio's lap to make space for Bruno, but the taller man's grip was stronger. She felt Bruno sit at her back, then strong arms pulled her back.

She found herself resting on Bruno's chest. The man was turned towards Abbacchio, so his slightly bent legs where encaging Ombra's body on the couch, his feet resting on Abbacchio's thighs. Bruno smelled, as one would expect, warm and spicy, with a hint of freshness. Ombra found herself fixing her eyes on an empty spot on the floor, her heart racing, in spite of her attempt to look casual and unbothered. She didn't see the look the two men exchanged: Abbacchio bit his lip as he raised a brow at Bruno, who smiled and innocently raised both of his eyebrows in a sincere and open expression. His arms were still resting on Ombra's shoulders.

"You feel tense. Would you like a massage?" he asked, whispering in her ear. Ombra felt a shiver run down her body as Bruno's warm minty breath caressed her ear. She simply nodded and the man started working his hands on her back. She felt herself close her eyes as his fingers applied pressure on her shoulder blades.

"Th-there" she said and found her cheeks become warmer. Suddenly, she felt Abbacchio's long hands massaging her feet and she opened her eyes, confused.

"Just relax" he replied simply. She took a deep breath in and focused her attention on the TV, trying to muffle any sigh of pleasure that could escape her lips. She didn't realize how much she missed another human being's touch. She abandoned her body in the strong hold of her roommates and found her head falling backwards til it rested on Bruno's shoulder. She could have sworn she felt him swallow, his movements getting slower and more deliberate. Her long hair was caressing his naked chest, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock twitch.

He moved slightly back from her, in order to avoid his erection poking her back, as he exchanged a dark look with Abbacchio. They have fantasized about double-teaming Ombra well before they offered her to move in their spare room. But they were afraid of scaring her, or making her uncomfortable. It was clear as day that she had a bit of a crush on them, as much as they had on her, but they had to be careful about the whole deal.

This domestic scene was making their heart race and their minds run wild. Abbacchio looked at Ombra's relaxed features then back at Bruno, whose lips were close to her exposed neck. When he caressed her skin with the tip of his nose, making it seem casual, she bit her lip. Abbacchio's mind filled with filthy images of his boyfriend marking Ombra's neck as he thrusted into her from behind, and felt his bulge grow bigger.

It felt as a point of no return. They were all far too invested into this cuddling session. When Bruno looked at Abbacchio, asking for his permission, the former cop simply nodded, incapable of tearing his eyes away from Ombra's pleasured features and his boyfriend's lustful eyes.

Bruno stopped massaging Ombra's back. With a hand still resting on her shoulder he used the other one to cup the woman's face. Abbacchio saw her open her eyes before Bruno placed a soft kiss on her parted lips.

Ombra felt Bruno smile into the kiss as a surprised noise escaped her lips. Her body reacted before her mind could stop her. She raised one of her hands and ran her fingers into Bruno's soft hair, pushing him closer, as she opened his mouth with her lips and tongue. The man let out a soft moan, as she dominated the kiss.

Abbacchio was almost hypnotized. Seeing his boyfriend kiss Ombra proved to be an extremely erotic sight to him. He felt the pressure in his sweatpants. It took all of his strength not to palm his erection through the fabric to get some relief.

Ombra interrupted the kiss and a million thoughts flooded her mind. The first thing she did was look at Abbacchio apologetically, but the man gave her a knowing lustful glare. Was this all planned? She furrowed her brows.

As if he read her mind, Abbacchio spoke: "This wasn't meant to happen, but maybe it's better this way."

"We don't have to take this further" Bruno reassured her "but we've been thinking about you for a while. We don't have to figure things out immediately, but-"

Ombra nodded. "I guess I kinda knew, but couldn't allow myself to accept it." She then paused, before adding: "Was it that one time at the party when I drunkenly sat-"

"Yes" Abbacchio interrupted her. "We fucked that night, thinking about you joining us." Bruno gave Abbacchio a warning glare, but Ombra didn't seem too offended by his direct approach.

"We don't have to keep it going, maybe this won't lead to anything more" Bruno added.

"I-" she started talking and blushed. Bruno tried to reassure her, but Ombra interrupted him. "The medication I'm taking, it's affecting my libido. I just don't want to disappoint you guys."

Abbacchio rolled his eyes. "Bold of you to assume we have any expectations." Ombra laughed, which made Bruno, who had tensed at their exchange, relax immediately.

"Let's just enjoy a chill afternoon, for now. We can discuss more about this later" Bruno said, planting a kiss on Ombra's hand.

"Easy for you to say" Abbacchio replied. "You had your kiss, at least. I'm staining my sweatpants for nothing." Ombra gave him a grin, before looking at Bruno, a silent question in her eyes. Bruno gave her his permission, so she let her comfortable seat between his legs and crawled to Abbacchio. She sat on his lap, her arms resting on his chest.

"Then why don't you let me continue what I started that night?" she whispered. Abbacchio swallowed hard as he looked her in the eyes. Her cheeks were flushed pink, she wasn't as confident as she tried to appear, which just made her seem more human, more adorable. He had just finished calling her adorable in his mind, when she rolled her hips, grinding on his growing erection and bit his lower lip. He raised his hips into her with a groan. She smiled. "I knew you were a needy little bitch" she said. Bruno giggled, observing the scene.

Abbacchio groaned again, before grabbing Ombra by the waist and pushing her down again, as she kissed him passionately. It was a messy and needy kiss, sloppy and wet. The ones that Bruno knew were usually leading to Abbacchio topping with hard and fast thrusts. But that time, it was Ombra who took the lead. Bruno couldn't help but stroke his hardened dick beneath the fabric of his clothes, as the two separated from their kiss. Mouths agape, they were staring at each other, close enough to kiss, as she kept dry humping him, grinding on his crotch while rotating her hips.

"You like what you feel, bitch?" Abbacchio asked. Instead of answering, Ombra left his lap, making him furrow his brows in frustration.

"Needy little bitch" she replied and winked at Bruno, before taking back her place on his chest, this time more confidently. Bruno raised his brows interrogatively at Abbacchio with a smile. His pupils were dilated and his lips wet and pink from the kiss. Bruno knew that night he would have to take care of his boyfriend's - and his own - needs. He glared down to Ombra, whose fluttery eyelashes were signaling that she was already falling asleep between his arms. Bruno smiled.

#jjba selfship #jjba self insert #jjba f/o community #bruno bucciarati x oc #leone abbacchio x oc #not sfw #cw: poly #cw: name calling #cw: medication

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OkCryptid: Pevik Pikecarver (Goblin) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Male Goblin/Female Human Additional Tags: Exophilia, OkCryptid, Dating App, Goblin Content Warning: Adoption, Sex Words: 3159

A sweet commission for @mxnsterbabe! A woman uses the "Blind Date" function on the OkCryptid app, and is surprised by who she's matched up with. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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OkCryptid was becoming the most popular dating app on the market. It was free, easy to use, and had rave reviews from it’s users. There were no end to the happy couples, or poly relationships, that sang it’s praises. You’d never used an app to date before, but your recent disastrous attempts at dating had caused you to consider it.

You weren’t even sure what you wanted, honestly. You scrolled through the profiles with no real interest. You must have swiped through a hundred profiles before a graphic popped that said: “Can decide? Try the Blind Date Option! Click Here to Try!”

Why not, you thought? You clicked it, and it took you to a form page to put in days and times you’d be available for a date. After filling it out and clicking “Next”, it took you to another page that asked which locations you were willing to go to for this date. You picked out a couple of cafes and restaurants you liked, and clicked “Match Me.”

There was a loading wheel, then a message that said, “At the moment, there are no matches that have selected any of the times and locations you provided. We will send you a message with a date and time as soon as a match is available!”

Well, that figured. You closed the app and put your phone in your pocket, turning your attentions to other things.

It wasn’t until three days later that you got a notification, which you ignored at first since you were at work. It wasn’t until you got into your car and took a moment to check your email that you saw it.

“A date has been made for the 23rd, 6 PM, at the Rosemary Gardens restaurant. To accept, click ‘Date’. To decline, click ‘Pass’.”

There was no other information. After a moment of deliberating, you clicked “Date.” It was followed by a message that said, “Congratulations! Pevik will meet you at the Rosemary Gardens Restaurant on the 23rd at 6 PM!”

Pevik? That was an unusual name. You had no idea what to expect. You had to resist an overwhelming urge to Google the name and see what came up, or at least search OkCryptid for people with that name. The whole point of a blind date was to go in blind. Peeking was against the rules.

The 23rd was only four days away. You could wait. Maybe.

The day of your date with Pevik arrived and you had to admit you were a bit nervous. The not-knowing aspect of a blind date was always a little nerve-wracking. Should you be casual? Dressy? What if they were allergic to your cat and they had a reaction to the fur on your clothes? What if they went into anaphylaxis and died? Could you forgive yourself or your cat for killing someone?!

Okay, that probably wouldn’t happen…

But it could…Where was your epipen…?

Rosemary Gardens was a trendy place that required more presentation than jeans and a t-shirt, so you wore a simple sundress and cardigan, easy and cute. Light makeup, a bobby-pin or two, just to keep fly-aways out of your eyes. Nothing flashy or fancy, since you’d gone on disastrous dates before dressed to the nines and it had been a mistake, to the say the least. Red wine is virtually impossible to get out of silk chiffon.

You got there a little early, but when you told the hostess that you were going to be waiting for someone, she said, “Oh, are you here for Pevik?”

“Yes,” You said, surprised.

“He’s already here,” She said brightly. “Right this way.”

You followed the woman to a table across from the bar, and sitting there was a goblin. He had short black hair and long ears. His eyes were the typical yellow with slotted pupils and he had a cute little button nose. He had on black slacks and a blue button-up shirt on with shiny black shoes.

You managed to hide the fact that you were a little disappointed. You typically preferred men who were taller than you, and this guy was only slightly taller than your waist, at your best guess.

He was clasping and unclasping his hands over and over, but stopped and perked up as you approached, a smile spreading across his face. You could see small bottom and top tusks just poking out from his lips.

“Are you my date today?” He asked.

“I am,” You said, sticking your hand out and introducing yourself.

“Pevik,” He said. “Pevik Pikecarver.”

“That’s a unique last name,” You said as you sat.

“It’s Orcish, actually,” He said shyly. “I was adopted as a baby by orc dads.”

“Oh!” You said. “Wow, that’s amazing.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” He looked up at you through his surprisingly long lashes. “I’m not exactly what you were expecting, huh?”

You shrugged a little guiltily. “I guess not.”

“I know. You were expecting me to have blue eyes, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Poor guy. You imagined he got a lot of rejection but still had a good sense of humor.

“I get it if you’d like to end this early--” He started, but you interrupted him.

“No, no! I’ll admit, I had different… expectations, but you seem really cool. Let’s keep it going, if that’s okay?”

His smile widened and he nodded.

He was a social worker who insured elder care workers were qualified to do their jobs, in both retirement facilities and home care. He enjoyed his job because it reminded him of his dads, who had adopted him very late in their lives. You were sad to learn they had both died recently, making him feel very lonely. Usually he spent most of his time at work and with his two cats, Jenga and Fifi, who he inherited from his dads.

He asked you about yourself, eager to learn about your life and hobbies. The two of you had a lot of things in common, including tastes in music and movies, although he thought the depictions of goblins in fantasy films was super racist. You had to agree.

By the end of the date, the two of you had been talking for hours and the restaurant was about to close.

“I didn’t realize how much time had passed,” He said, staring at his watch. “I should go, I’ve got a lot of paperwork at home that needs doing, but I had a great time.” He seemed to want to say more, but was hesitant.

“Me too,” You said. “Do you want to do this again sometime?”

“Yeah, absolutely!” He said, brightening. “Anytime you want! Just let me know when you’re free.”

You laughed again. “”Don’t sound so eager! Let me give you my number.” You held out your hand and he handed you his phone. You put your number in it and texted yourself. “There. I’ll text you soon, okay?”

“I look forward to it,” He said, walking you to your car. “Take care, okay?”

“I will,” You said, wishing him a goodnight.

You texted him when you got home, letting him know you’d made it safe. You weren’t sure why you felt the need to do so, but it felt nice. He responded he had gotten home as well and wished you a good night’s sleep. You went to bed feeling a little giddy.

You woke up to a good morning text from him the next day and smiled all through your morning routine for work. You didn’t expect this…reaction…from one date. Pevik was admittedly not your usual type, but there was just something about him that made you… feel good. There wasn’t an initial spark, sure, but after spending all that time talking with him had completely changed your perception. Maybe it was his unwavering attention or his sweet disposition or sense of humor. Whatever it was, you were looking forward to seeing him again.

Your next day off was Tuesday, and even though he was working ten hour days for the whole week, he still wanted to have dinner with you.

>Won’t you be tired? You asked him through text.

>Not if I’m with you, He texted back. >How could I be tired when I have you there to invigorate me?

>You’re so silly, You said, grinning at your phone.

>Hopefully in a good way, He replied. >My lunch break is over. I’ll see you tonight at seven. I can’t wait!

>Neither can I. Have a good day at work!

>I will.

He met you at a cafe that Tuesday still wearing his work badge on his button-up shirt.

“Sorry,” He said, taking it off and stuffing it in his pocket. “I came straight from work.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” You said. “We could have made the date a little later.”

“Nah, if I sat still, I’d have fallen asleep. Besides, I was excited to see you again and I didn’t want to wait.”

You could feel yourself blushing and tried to keep the smile off your face.

“I must seem like a weirdo,” He said, kicking his feet a little in embarrassment. “Being so happy to see you all the time, I mean. I know I should be kind of aloof and cool, but I can’t help it. I just feel like a puppy left alone for too long.”

“No, it’s really sweet,” You assured him. “Honestly, no one has ever showered me with so much attention before. It’s kind of nice. I expect guys to act aloof and disinterested at first, so it’s refreshing.”

He laughed self-consciously. “I’m glad. I’m always concerned that my enthusiasm is grating on people.” The two of you sat and ordered your coffee and treat from the waitress.

“I was thinking, actually,” You said slowly. “I hope this doesn’t seem forward, but I have the weekend off and was thinking of cooking for the first time in a while. Like, a full spread. I don’t often cook because it’s just me, but I’m pretty good at it. Would you like to have dinner at my house?”

He gulped but nodded. “Yes, that sounds lovely, thank you.”

“Well, don’t thank me yet. My cooking is either incredible or horrifying nightmares, and there is no in-between. No guarantees which one you’ll get.”

He laughed again. “Well, no one’s perfect.”

After coffee, he was walking you back to your car when you saw a bench.

“Hey, can you stand up on here for a sec?” You asked.

He hopped up effortlessly. “Sure, what for?”

You pinched his chin in your fingers and kissed him. He took your face in his hands and pulled you in closer, and you could feel his small tusks between his teeth. It was exciting.

That Friday, you were in your kitchen, stirring red sauce in a saucepan, when there was a knock on your apartment door. Your heart rose up in your chest and you went to open the door. Pevik stood there with a really beautiful bouquet flowers.

“Not to be cliche, but,” He said, grinning. “For you.”

“Thanks,” You said, taking them and sniffing. “Let me see if I have a vase.”

You did not have a vase, but you did find a liquor bottle with a wide neck and used that to decent effect.

“I was praying you weren’t allergic to any of those. I couldn’t ask without being obvious, so I also got this,” He pulled a bottle of Benadryl out of his pocket. You laughed out loud.

“Very thoughtful,” You said, taking it. “It reminds me of just before our first date and my wondering if you’d have an allergic reaction to my cat’s fur and if I should bring my epipen.”

He laughed with you. “So, what’s on the menu tonight?” He hopped up on one of the stools at the bar in your kitchen.

“Stuffed bell peppers with a spring greens salad,” You said.

“That sounds amazing,” He said. “I eat way too much take out, but I never have time to cook.”

“Well, maybe I can cook for you more often. We could even cook together.”

He smiled. “I love that idea.”

You pointed to a stepstool you bought recently. “Want to help me stuff my pepper?”

He snorted and struggled to keep a straight face. “Sure.” He grabbed the stool and stood up next to you, taking one of the knives from the block and cleaning out the peppers. On the stool he was only slightly shorter than you, perfect height to lean in for a sneaky kiss on the cheek, so you did.

He jumped but gave you a startled smile, returning the kiss. The two of you worked together to finish dinner, stealing kisses as you did. When his hands weren’t occupied, he lay one of them on the small of your back, stroking up and down your spine a little. It made you bite your lip and squeeze your legs together.

The tension between the two of you was getting thicker by the minute, and by the time you both had sat down to eat, you were throbbing between your legs and shooting him sultry looks. You ate in relative silence because you didn’t trust yourself to talk, but your unshod foot found it’s way up his leg and between his thighs.

Halfway through dinner, he couldn’t take it anymore and threw down his silverware, standing and coming around the table to kiss you roughly. You pulled him into your lap and began unbuttoning his shirt as his lips made their way to your neck and collarbone, palming your breasts through the fabric of your blouse.

“Bedroom?” You asked breathlessly.

“Oh, gods, please,” He wheezed back, and you lifted him, carrying him to your room. He was heavier than he looked, but he was still light enough to carry a short distance. The both of you fell heavily on the bed with you on top of him. He pulled your blouse off just as you unbuttoned the last button and tugged the hem of his shirt out of his pants. He rolled you, straddling your legs as he undid your pants and helped you get them off.

Undressing each other took no time at all, and you lay back on your pillow as he kissed his way down your stomach. The pressure of his tusks pressed against your skin was like small charges, electrifying your body. His hands massaged your thighs and opened you up as he got lower, his long nails poking you slightly as he went.

“You’re okay with this, right?” He asked softly, his thumbs rubbing circles so very close to your swollen entrance. “I’m not moving to fast, am I?”

“If you’re moving too fast, I am, too,” You said. “It’s okay. Trust me, I’m perfectly happy with how things are going right now.”

He chuckled. “Just checking,” He replied before lowering himself down. His tongue licked one long strip from bottom to top before the pointed tip of it circled your clit, flicking it once or twice to make you whimper. Then he licked his thumb and used it to rub your bud up and down while he pushed his tongue inside you, moaning against the skin, contracting it against that sweet spot. You cried out and gripped his hair, rocking your hips back and forth.

Your breasts shuddered with every quivering breath that escaped your lips as he took his time pleasuring you. He was a little rusty, but he was more than happy to take direction, and your mind blanked as a rush of ecstasy washed through your body. You were completely unable to control the sounds that came out of you.

You lay on your pillow looking down at him as he got up on his knees, pushed your legs back, and lined himself up with your body, slowly pushing his cock inside, groaning and shutting his eyes.

“Oh, gods,” He whispered. “That’s so good. You feel incredible.”

“I could say the same to you,” You replied breathlessly. He wasn’t long, but definitely girthy and stretched you open pretty wide without being uncomfortable.

He opened his eyes and looked right at you, as if confirming that you wanted this. You bit your lip and fluttered your lashes a bit in a way you hoped looked appealing. He smiled and began to thrust, bending to kiss your belly and breasts. He gripped your hips hard and slapped his body against yours pretty hard with each thrust. It was exhilarating and you pressed your ankles into his buttocks to drive him faster.

He definitely took the hint, and your bedframe was smacking the wall with the intensity of his movements. Time completely blurred and it was as if the two of you were in a bubble in which nothing could enter in or leave until you both were sated. You couldn’t remember if any words were said from that moment on, whether by you or him, and fell into the fog of the best sex of your entire life.

You weren’t sure if you fell asleep or passed out, but there was definitely a moment were you simply weren’t conscious anymore. When you came back to the living world, a soft morning light was filtering in through the curtains of your windows. Pevik was asleep against you, his head on your shoulder and an arm around your waist. He looked adorable sleeping. You had thought to extricate yourself to start breakfast, but you woke him.

“Good morning,” You said as he began to blink blearily.

“It is a most excellent morning,” He said, smiling his toothy smile. “Last night was… beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I think you’ve spoiled me for any other woman.”

“Well, hopefully, you won’t be needing another one,” You said. “In fact…” You grabbed your phone from your bedside table and clicked open the app.

“What are you doing?”

“Uninstalling it,” You said. “I’ve got you now. I don’t need it anymore.”

His grin widened. “You know what? You’re right.” He retrieved his phone from his pants pocket and uninstalled the app as well. “It served it’s purpose. No point in wasting the memory space.”

You lay back down on the bed with him propped up on one arm, looking down at you.

“I’m glad you decided to give me a chance,” He said to you, kissing your shoulder.

“I’m glad I tried that blind date thing,” You replied. “It’s hard to believe that if I had clicked a different button, we may never have met.”

“Life is funny that way,” He said.

You smiled softly at him and gave him a sweet kiss. “Right now, life is telling me we need waffles.”

“It’s important to listen to messages when we receive them,” He said magnanimously, then chased you into the kitchen, tickling you as you went.

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halfemptygirlrps-archive · 4 years

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Polyamory CAN work (long post)

As a black, queer woman who could very well be poly, I am always looking for content to feed my soul and have for a few years now. I know I grumble about white/het couples a lot which makes me sound some kind of way but I ship a ton of white couples, that isn’t the problem. It’s the way representation is stepped on these days with toxic white couples being seen as true love that upsets me. And this is coming from a chick that lowkey ships Reylo.

I don’t understand and never will why writers in 2020 think that the only demographic there is are the people who can’t handle seeing anything but a white male and a white female be together. Interracial relationships CAN and DO work and f/f or m/m relationships or any race CAN work, so guess what, so can relationships involving three or more people and while difficult, it can work, even if the people are different races.

My annoyance also stems from Poly woman really getting shat on when writers hit a wall. Very few times have I seen it work out and that’s so stupid to me because she shouldnt’ have to choose.

I start with Wynonna Earp, a CLEARLY Poly woman with a strong sexual appetite that never gets shamed. She loved both Dolls and Doc and though Shamier left the show effectively forcing her to Doc, they still made it clear that she was poly and capable of having feelings for more than one man when they brought in Charlie. He was patient and sweet and while all three men wanted Wynonna to themselves, they NEVER gave her an ultimatum and even while PREGNANT WITH ANOTHER MAN’S BABY Dolls still loved her and held her in bed. I believe that had Shamier (Dolls) not left that they would have went on waiting for her to choose but also letting her know that she didn’t have to.

Then there’s my first real Poly stan, Bo Dennis from Lost Girl. Unapologetically bisexual and poly, Bo was in control at all times, both of her relationships and her sexuality. While she needed sex to feed like a vampire needs blood,she also enjoyed it and didn’t view it as a curse or burden and her partners were alwasy consenting, which was amazing. Lauren never shamed Bo (in fact she praised her sexuality and wished she could keep up) for liking men (thus not being toxic to bi women, which is an issue in the community I wont get into) and Dyson, Bo’s male lover never pressured her to submit to him. Here she is pictured with Tamsin, Dyson and Lauren, all her lovers, at once.

If all three of them can be respectful and understanding while each of them were with Bo alone, not a quad, then why do they make it seem so hard to have three people love each other? And yes, I know that couples break up, but on Tv they just dont need to when it’s what a show is based on.

I could go on about Bo all day but I will move on to one of my favorite movies: Prof. Marsden and the Wonder Women.

Now real or not this story had everything. It showed how slowly and steadily they grew to love each other, the highs and lows and the shame of the community that made them all stronger together. Was there jealousy at times, yeas, but they addressed it and learned that they didnt’ need to be and that they could all be together happily and that it could be easy to be in love with more than one person. Sure, it was the 40s but in this day and age it’s nothing to hide, and if they could have a happily ever after back then, why couldn’t it happen now?

Could it be because of race? Without kidding ourselves, we know that every fandom is capable of being toxic and that it’s just fact that the black girl is often hated. I call it the Iris West treatment, where the clear canon couple is hated and the black girl is trashed for the white option. I quit Supergirl after Season 2 but I hear that Jimmy’s sister is getting said treatment now from a friend that still watches and I am not surprised. You can’t force an actor to stay on a show and I get that having their ship destroyed build animosity, but I really can’t help but feel like had the other girl been white it wouldn’t have been such a huge issue. A Stefan vs Damon issue none the less, but still, less so. I say that because I have seen actual people defend Mon El in that fandom but saying “what’s wrong with owning slaves?” NUff said.

Another reason I bring up why it could be race is because of You, Me, Her.

I really enjoy this show and will be sad to see it and and while I recommend it, there are flaws, but none of these flaws seems to be that the three of them can’t work past it and get back together.

Emma and Jack are married, Izzy comes in and shakes up their world and they both fall ass over elbows in love with her and her with them. They go through the usual things:jealousy, favoritism, hiding their relationship then coming out, but they always work through it. When Jack leaves to date an ex, he comes back. When Emma leaves to date and ex, she comes back. When Jack and Emma think about moving away and Izzy doesn’t want to, they come back. When Izzy has a thing with a co-worker, she still chooses Jack and Emma because they know they all need and love each other. They even have babies together! Izzy sees the sonogram and her heart stops. She realizes that she is going to be their actual mom and they all get married and even look into tri custody because they know they are a family and that it’s not an odd man out type of thing. They try it with other people and with just one another but they know where they’re hearts belong. It works. Does it work because they’re all white? NOPE

Sense8 was a brilliant show. Here everyone was represented and it was such a shame they killed it. Still, they showed us that sexuality can be fluid and that a fandom can be supportive. Raj and Kala married in spite Kala loving someone else. They never made her choose and in the end, they accepted that she was poly and wanted both and guess what? The two guys even fell for each other! Here is a white, bisexual male with his Indian partners. India isn’t the greatest with being gay so for Raj this must have been stranger and scary but they both made him feel safe and comfortable, loved and supported and in the end it was canon that they were all going to be together and learn as they go. Like with You, Me, Her, the fandom is supportive of this and while we didn’t get much of Rajalagang, it is clear that they can work regardless of skin color, religion, and even long distance.

So then why not Polymarine? It was clear it tested well with the audience, haters aside, so what made them feel like they couldn’t carry on? Sure, people fall out of love, but in the show, they just didnt’ need to. Before Ryn Ben and Maddie were together without issue for almost a year. It was made clear every time that he was in love with her, that they had chemistry and that he was attracted to her, so how do they justify saying that this:

Wasn’t real and meant nothing? That this

Wasn’t the same?

If other relationships can survive and thrive then what is it that was so hard, so difficult for the writers that they remove the credit that they themselves paved the way for and throw it aside for something that has been done literally thousands of times? Why throw away what made you unique to fall in line? Why does a show about mermaids have to have this be the “realistic” thing?

#polyamory #polymarine #long post #maddie bishop #ben pownall #ryn fisher #ryn #siren #siren freeform #poly representation

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thekillingjoke-haha · 4 years

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What You Want

Marvel & Supernatral Bing, Spnquotebingo

Squares: Love Triangle and quote

Stucky(established)x reader

Warnings?: Slight reckless endangerment,poly hate(fuck you Karen),mutual love,ect.

Note: f/d=Favorite drink

Steve and Bucky have been a item since kindergarten and nothing has changed. Sure their older and they no longer needed yo hide it,but the love hasn’t faded a bit. The only time they questioned their relationship was when a shield against walked into the base and saved them all on her own. Y/n is a last call agent and that means when shit really hits the fan and not even the best can handle it she swoops in to finish the job. Seeing agent L/n is a rarity and they’ll never admit it,but they’ve been taking riskier missions to see her. “Mr.Rogers and Mr. Barnes you’re needed in the meeting room. Immediately.” The Irish voice brought them out of their slumber. Steve was the first to get dressed and in the briefing room and froze up getting pushed forward by Bucky.

There she stood next to Fury in all of her glory. The blonde’s throat went dry as she made eye contact with him as he looked down at her lips and saw they were moving,but the captain’s mind was to preoccupied with how her uniform was instead replaced with causal clothes that fit oh so well. It was Nick’s voice that snapped him out of it. “Roger…Barnes take a seat.” He said nodding towards the table. Both of them sat next to each other in the closest chairs.

“We need to speak to you about resent missions. It’s clear to me that not only has success levels dropped,but that your team is unable to work flawlessly.” The dark skinned man said. Steve was about to defend himself and the others,but was cut of by Y/n as she stepped forward to speak. “That’s why I Captain Roger’s is joining the team as your superior. ” Her voice caused the duo to freeze. Bucky was the first to get up. “Welcome to the team,doll.” He said kissing her hand with a smirk. This was the start of something great.

TWO Months later~

It’s been two months since Y/n joined the team and to say it was crazy was a understatement on its own. Her mind was often clouded by thoughts of the two super soldiers,but doubt and denial soon chase them off. The 40’s men are together and are open about their relationship she didn’t stand a chance. Y/n was so confused with her friendship with them both. Bucky was a flirt and always would throw a pickup line followed by a sweet pet name. Steve was the complete opposite he was shy blushing whenever they were in a room together,but he showed that school boy crush vibe by the drawing her and rambling when he’s caught.

Y/n couldn’t be falling for both of them she’s work so hard to get where she was today and that alone got her more hate then love. So admitting her love to them was definitely not an option. What if they regretted her? Their work and personal relationships will be destroyed. What if the media found out? Reporters almost disbanded the Avengers on multiple occasions and almost had the two soldiers benched with the anti-lgbtq+ community which was a hefty amount.

She hated to do it,but she tapped into her training and shut of her emotions and boy did they notice that. Bucky walked up to her as she was hitting the punching bag. “Woah,doll. Punch that bag any harder I would think you’re trying to hit on me.” He said with a smirk within seconds it went away when he didn’t hear a snarky come back or even a giggle. The brunette looked closer and saw she wasn’t wearing ear buds of any kind. ‘Is she just ignoring me?’ He thought to himself. It stared that way for a week before he went to talk to Steve.

Steve wasn’t having much luck either. Whenever he tried to talk her he was shot down and every picture her drew for Y/n ended up back in his room within hours of dropping it off. She was cutting them out of her life faster then they could react. Now they only saw her in mission briefing not even the missions themselves anymore. The other members didn’t notice a change in her behavior towards them,but they did see the emotional shut down towards the 40’s men. “What did you two do?” The flaming redhead asked them alone.

“We didn’t do anything! She just started to ignore us and acts as if she doesn’t even know us.” Bucky defended himself and his husband just as lost as everyone else. “Can you talk to her Nat? You guys are best friends she’ll open up to you.” Steve suggested causing the women to sigh and nod. “Whatever we talk about it will stay between us. She’ll tell you when she feels like it.” She stated and held up her hand when they tried to deny. Natasha turned around and walked off to the agents floor to talk.

The ex assassin knocked on the door not even waiting for a response before going in. There sat Y/n drying off her hair with a towel. “Oh hey,Nat. Did you need something?” She asked the women looking at her through the mirror. “Just some questions.” She said with a serious undertone causing the h/c women to turn around. “About?” L/n was no dummy she knew a interrogation when she saw one. “Buck and Steve.” Y/n tried her best not to sigh as she nodded. “What about them?” She played dumb avoiding the question as much as possible. “About how one minute your all heart eyes for them then it like you don’t know them!” Natasha snapped causing her friend to run her face. Her feels for them were so obvious Nat saw it a mile away.

“That’s the problem Nat. I shouldn’t be giving both parties of the happily married couple heart eyes! It’s not right their my best friends I shouldn’t feel this way.” Her throat felt dry with her confession. “And who told you that load of crap?” The Russian rolled off her tongue with a venomous hissed. “At the party two weeks ago. This group of women I guess saw the way Bucky flirted with me and how Steve blushed when I complained him. When I went to the bar they came up to me asking all these questions and saying all these horrible things about them…”

This party started of not so crazy,but leave it to Tony Stark to get the music bumping to max level and people to get drunk of their asses to match that energy. I was wearing a dress,but I wasn’t in just casual clothes either. Bucky stood to my left his voice was coming out clear enough for me to hear. “If the music didn’t beat me to it I would have knocked you off your feet!” He flirted causing me to covet my mouth so I didn’t spit the [f/d] on the floor. “Buck stop your gonna make me choke.” I coughed a bit heat immediately rushed to my cheeks at the wiggle of his eyebrows. “Get you mind out of the gutter,James!” I said as I smoked his shacking shoulders.

Steve bushed up against my side as he slid back into his place to my right. “Sorry n/n that I had to leave you to soon. Sam wanted a rematch at pool.” He said with a sheepish smile. “Did you beat his ass again?” I asked with a grin. He rubbed the back of his neck looking down. “Well…he’s not the one fifty dollars richer.” This caused me to laugh and give him a peck on the cheek a light lipstick mark left in its place followed by red blush. “I’ll never doubt you again Mr.America.” The smile on my face not faltering as a tap on on my shoulder made me turn around. “Wheres my cheek kiss,doll?” Bucky faked a pout. “None for you,hun, just for Stevie.” With that the pout intensified with a small giggle I bring my drink to my lips only to be met by nothing. “I’m out you boy’s want anything?” They both shook their heads their glasses still decently filled with asgardian ale.

The bar was open not many people their since most of them were trying to get in Tony’s good graces or his pants one of the two. Leaning on the bar next to a small group of middle aged women no older then forty conversed loudly next to me. “God did you see the arms on Thor?! If I wasn’t a married woman.” The youngest in the little click said in a lustful daze. “Those super soldiers though are something else.” I wasn’t able to tell who said that,but all of their eyes turned to the duo. “You know their married to each other right?” I’m not a nosy person,but dammit I had listen in. “I think it’s just a front. Why would the symbol for America a fag?! Their just probably covering up the fake that their sharing that slut that’s been seen on the team. What was get name?” The clear leader said and it pissed me the fuck off.

Harshly tapping on her shoulder she turned around and her eyes widened to match the size of dinner plates. “Hi,the names Y/n L/n or as you said ‘slut’ also known as…” I said with a smile that made the women shiver,but she cut me off. “T-that’s not w–what I meant!!!” She shuddered,but I held up my hand. “I wasn’t finished introducing myself. As I was say known as the most deadly assassin with the largest kill count in the world. So unless you want to live your pathetic life to it’s natural end I suggest you and your posy take a hike.” With a slight lift of my blouse I reveal a handgun along with so knifes. “Off you go.”

Without hesitation they all ran of not even caring that some of them were tripping up on their cheap heels. “What was that about?” Looking at the redhead behind the bar I give a convincing smile. “They had to leave. Lives they wanted to live.” With that I left without a drink and to my floor. It didn’t bother me in the moment,but her words sunk in. Did the public really see me like that? It was already hard when the great Captain America came out as bisexual to the world that had a closed mind. The thoughts made me think if I remove myself the picture all together and slow I did. First we didn’t hang out as much,then I started making myself more busy with solo missions, then last week it was just getting to hard so I tapped into emotional disconnection training.

“And it was working I think it’s best they’re a item and I’m that third wheel. It’s just better for me to leave them be.” Y/n finished speaking with her hands rubbing the tears that ran down her cheek. Somehow they were on the bed now and Nat was rubbing her back in soft circles. “Oh, n/n. Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” She said in all honesty. Natasha saw the way the boys were acting the first time they say her best friend after they were striped of their weapons and restrained in a hydra base they say her in a different light then she saw herself.

The redhead assassin stood up and kneeled in front of her. “Talk to them. The three of you are adults sure their a little stuck in the 40’s,but their moving along with the times. You think Steve knew what bisexuality was he was conflicted so just explain to them about how you feel.” Nat said holding her friends face in her hands rubbing her cheeks with her thumbs. “You got this. Don’t let those judgmental assholes,but you down.” With that she stood up and left. It was time for action and possible rejection…how fun!

The super soldiers stayed on their shared floor for hours stressed. What the hell did they do to drive her away?! Were they coming on to strong?Not strong enough and their stuck in the friend zone. Oh God. Steve sat on the couch while Bucky paced in front of him they were about to break the silence that fell before them,but was immediately cut off by the ding of the elevator. Y/n walked out once the metal doors opened and was greeted by the sight of them before her. She cleaned herself up after her talk with Nat not wanting her appearance to give away anything was wrong. “Hello,boys. I normally would want to be woken up from a nightmare,but it seems I walked in on a daydream.” She said with a smile as she sauntered over trying to seem more confident then she felt.

Y/n didn’t even get a response as she was pulled into a giant hug from them. “Doll we’ve missed you so much!” Buck was the first to pull away. “Hey!!! Cheesy pickup lines are my thing.” He said with a smirk. “I couldn’t let you have all the fun,handsome.” Everything felt so much better talking to them the mindless flirting it was just so right. “W-what happened?” Steve was the one to ask the question I was honestly dreading. “That party just someone said something that got me thinking. How can a girl like me ever get not one,but two guys like you to love me?” Y/n looked down at the floor. “I mean…first I appear out of nowhere, take Steve’s role as captain,and get cozy with two super soldiers the married couple. No wander the public seems me in such a light.” A hand gasped her cheek lifting her face up to look into beautiful blue eyes.

Steve looked into her gorgeous e/c eyes with hope. “You love us, n/n?” He asked wanting to make sure he heard right. She gave a wet chuckling as rears slipped past her eyes. “I just gave you reasons to hate me and that’s all you get out of it?!” Y/n sniffles as she brings hers to wipe her eyes. “Cause that’s all that mattered. Why should you give a shit what they think when we can tell you now that we both feel the same way about you.?” This caused the agent to freeze up. “Y-you both l-love me?!?” She didn’t know if it was a question to them or herself. “Of course we do,doll. You’re strong enough to give us a run for our money,more intelligent then the two brainiacs in the lab,so much sass it renders Stark speechless, everything about you is perfect to us. You are literally everything we ever wanted since we were kids.”

Y/n was now chocked up by happy tears as she looked into the two sets of blue eyes that held nothing,but love. “What do you want?” A smile graced her lips as she brought both of them into a kiss each equal as passion. “All I want is to be yours. Both of yours is what I want.”

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Another in the bag lets go!!! 2 more coming out this month hopefully.

Tagged : @thisismysecrethappyplace and @spnquotebingo

Quote: “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”

-10 Things I Hate about You

#Steve Rogers #bucky barnes #Marvel & Supernatural Bingo #spnquotebingo #marvel #stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barns x reader #steve x bucky #steve rogers x y/n x bucky barnes #polymorous #love triangle #avengers #natasha romanoff #agent!reader #assassin!reader

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aerisahale · 4 years

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Catharsis

Pairing: Clarke Griffin x Lexa kom Trikru Fandom: The 100 Length: 4,311 Summary: Raven invites Clarke to stay at her house over Christmas break after the university forces all the students out of on-campus housing. Clarke doesn't expect to see her angry ex-boyfriend or the incredibly gorgeous friend of Anya's. Read it on AO3, if you prefer!

The chair to Clarke Griffin’s desk in her dorm room is the best seating in the small space and Raven Reyes is quick to throw herself down into it, bag hitting the ground with a thud. The bright lettering stands out against the mild background. Raven’s eyes are drawn to the flyer immediately. “Getting kicked out?”

“Just for the holidays. I have that extra semester to make up before it’s a full eviction,” Clarke says as she flops down onto her bed, her equally heavy bag hitting the floor hard.

“You going home?”

“Probably. Mom’s in Pakistan working at a Doctor’s Without Borders clinic that helps women and other refugees in the area, so I’ll have the house to myself.”

Squinting at her friend, Raven cocks her head. “Christmas alone?”

“It’s fine. I can catch up on The Mandalorian.”

“What did you do last year?”

Clarke sits up, eyes on the floor. “Bellamy and I went to his parent’s house.”

The remorse is easy to see on Raven’s face. “Sorry, Clarke. I know it’s still a sore subject.”

“It isn’t,” Clarke says quickly.

Too quickly. Raven raises a brow.

“It shouldn’t be,” she amends. “I ghosted him. Not the other way around.”

“You did the best thing for yourself. That doesn’t mean it’s not going to hurt.” Raven reaches out and places a comforting hand on her friend’s knee.

“It’s been almost a year. I really am mostly over it. This is just the first Christmas in years without him.”

“You’ve been through a lot together. Despite how it ended, you cared for each other for a long time and that means something. It will always mean something.” Raven smiles her warmest smile and squeezes the knee she’s resting her hand on before pulling it away to snap her fingers. “Listen. Come to my place. You can stay in the spare room. We’re even throwing a Christmas Party.”

Clarke looks hesitant so Raven throws in a drawn out please with her best pout until her friend gives in. “But nothing crazy.”

“Just a few friends, no worries.”

“Thanks again for having me over,” Clarke says as she takes sets out the trays of food Anya handed her. Lining them up neatly on the countertop of the kitchen pass-through window, Clarke takes an extra moment to observe them in the whole of the setting.

An enormous tree sparkles in multiple colors in the corner of the living room, near their fireplace. Garlands, lights, and holiday-themed décor are arranged perfectly throughout the public spaces, down to the Christmas linens and hand soap in the bathrooms. All the invited guests have a stocking hanging over the fireplace as a party favor and three gifts currently sat wrapped beneath the tree for the white-elephant gift exchange planned for later in the evening.

Clarke knows all the names but one. The first hanging from the mantle is Octavia’s. Octavia, Raven and Clarke had all gone to school together and Clarke used to date her brother. She and Octavia played soccer together for awhile until the latter had transferred schools mid-year in their sophomore year. They were fairly close until that happened.

The next is John Murphy’s. There were so many John’s in high school that everyone started calling him Murphy and it stuck. Murphy wasn’t always her favorite person, as her moral compass did not quite point in the same direction as his, but she did not foresee them having any issues. She had a particularly fond memory of a time where they both got called to the principal’s office—both for very different concerns—and they had shared a pair of headphones while waiting.

After his was Emori Emmerson’s. She only knew of her. They did not frequent any of the same social groups growing up, but she had fallen in with Raven and Murphy, the latter of which she was dating. As far as Raven told it, she was fun to be around and had the same sense of humor as Raven.

Nathan Miller and Eric Jackson followed Emori’s and Clarke hoped they were still together. They started dating in their junior year of high school and seemed like a picture-perfect couple. She still saw the occasional Facebook post of stunning settings such as where they held hands against the backdrop of a vivid sunset. If anyone was going to make it through as high-school sweethearts, it was them.

Remember when they said that about you and Bellamy? Her traitorous brain completes the thought before she can stop it and it makes her angry. She argues back, Remember all the times he blamed me for things that were out of my control? Like the time you refused sex because you were on your period?

Satisfaction makes her smile when nothing else decides to bubble to the surface. Focusing her attention on the final stocking, the name she doesn’t know intriguing the curious, non-traitorous part of her mind. Lexa. She finds herself whispering it under her breath, enjoying the feel of it rolling over her tongue.

A knock on the door pulls her attention and Raven claps her hands as she sets the napkins in her hand next to the plates that were beside Anya’s appetizers that Clarke had laid out. The front door opens to reveal Miller and Jackson first, gifts tucked under their arms as they each pull Raven into a hug with their free arms. Those three converse for a minute before Raven takes their jackets and hangs them in the breezeway closet while Jackson puts their gifts under the tree next to the other three.

Miller sees Clarke first and waves to her, Jackson’s attention going that way moments after. She moves to hug them both, greeting them. “How have you guys been? I’m so glad to see you!” Privately, she adds, Together.

The exchange pleasantries as Raven starts pressing buttons on their stereo system until Christmas pop spills out of the speakers distributed well throughout the house. Clarke can hear it coming from the kitchen even. The lights on the Christmas tree dance to the beat and Clarke knows Raven enjoyed setting that up.

Another knock finds John and Emori on the other side of the door and the couple enters. The conversations of seven people fill the house with chatter and laughter, swirling with the Christmas music and the emerging, mouthwatering scent of warm sugar wafting out of the kitchen. The dancing lights distract Clarke from the next guest that enters, letting the cheerful music sit in her soul like a hearth fire, warmth filling her bones. It’s not with regret that her eyes find the next guest, she just wishes she had been paying attention because the woman she finds steals her breath.

She only sucks in another when the stranger is coming towards her, guided towards the food by Raven. Clarke panics. She ducks into the kitchen and finds herself staring into the fridge for absolutely nothing. The amount of cheese sticks Raven has stuffed into the crisper drawer is concerning, however. At least its twin is actually packed with vegetables.

“Oh, Clarke!” she hears Raven say and she takes a moment to pre-compose her reply to the inevitable introduction. Armed with her most charming smile, she turns away from the cheese overload, closing the door behind her. “This is Lexa! She’s a friend of Anya’s.”

“Nice to meet you! I’m Clarke!” She holds out her hand and tries not to wince at how overly-perky she sounds. Raven gives her a weird look and she knows she’s doing too much. She tries to dial it down by three notches as she asks, “How do you know Anya?”

There is an awkward moment where Lexa just stares at Clarke and she begins to wonder if she forgot to ask the question out loud until Raven says, “They grew up together, a lot like we did.”

The doorbell rings and Raven excuses herself, leaving Clarke and Lexa alone in the kitchen, alone in the uncomfortable silence as Clarke mulls over the fact that the other woman has yet to say anything to her. She wonders if the silence was better when the woman trips over her speedy question, “You’re the pre-med student that Raven goes to school with?”

“Ah, yeah, yes. I graduate in April. I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage?”

“Sorry,” color warms her pale cheeks as Lexa clears her throat and says in a much more paced tone, “Anya mentioned you might be here. What is your major?”

“Double-majoring, actually. I have one more semester to get my Bio and Chem degrees. Then off to med school.”

“You’ve already taken the MCATs?” the woman asks and Clarke is caught off guard.

“Yeah! Took them in my junior year to save time. I start at Harvard Med right after graduation.”

Surprise widens the woman’s green eyes and Clarke’s heart races. “I will be attending Harvard in January.”

“Small world,” Clarke jokes in an attempt to soothe her nerves. “What are you studying?”

Lexa smiles and the house around Clarke is spinning giddy circles to match the butterflies in her chest. “I also took the LSAT in my junior year. I just finished a double in Poli-Sci and History.”

“A lawyer!”

“Indeed. The real goal is to get into Congress, down the road. I hope for more, but that is my realistic goal.”

“That’s amazing! I have this feeling that you would be impressive at it.” Lexa smiles wide. “Thank you, Clarke.”

The way Lexa’s voice pops on the K of her name has Clarke wondering what she would sounds like if Clarke had her quivering under her mouth and the way Lexa is looking right through her, as if she can read her thoughts, has heat creeping up her neck and across her face. To distract herself, she turns towards the living room, surveying through the pass-through window.

Her eyes lock with familiar ones, the last ones she ever wanted to see again. His eyes were already on her and she feels trapped all over again. She spins around and suddenly finds herself breathing heavily. Lexa lays a hand on her back, rubbing a soothing circle as Clarke continues to chase her breath.

She turns back towards the party to see Raven looking at her with concern, mouthing, ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know’ and Bellamy just behind her, eyes locked on the spot on her arm that Lexa’s hand gently remains. Only when Lexa’s arm drops back to her side does Bellamy say coldly, at odds with the words themselves, “Nice to see you again, Clarke.”

“Wish I could say the same!” Clarke blurts before pushing past him and beating a hasty retreat to the far corner of the living room.

Octavia finds her shortly and fills her in on what she has been doing, over the years. She keeps glancing at the kitchen door but she doesn’t think Bellamy has left there yet. Chuckling weakly at a joke that Octavia made, she jumps when Bellamy is suddenly at Octavia’s elbow, eyebrows drawn in anger. He speaks quietly enough that Octavia and Clarke are the only ones to hear him. “Why are you joking around with her?”

“We were friends before I switched schools, Bells.”

His voice rises slightly louder, people close to them glancing towards the group. “Friends? You don’t even know what you’re saying, Octavia.”

“Bellamy.” Clarke says his name in warning at the same time as Octavia tells him to stop making a scene.

“No, I think it’s time you—it’s time everyone knew the real Clarke Griffin,” Bellamy raises his voice, the conversation in the house falling silent as everyone focused in on them in the corner. The cheerful Christmas music and rhythmically twinkling lights at odds with the suddenly tense air. “You changed schools because of Clarke.”

“What?” Octavia asks. “What are you talking about? What is he talking about, Clarke?”

Shame fills every inch of Clarke as she stares at the ground, all eyes on her. Torn between running and praying a miraculous sinkhole swallowed her and only her, Clarke stays rooted to the spot. She tries to look at Octavia but can’t meet her confused gaze.

“Clarke planted the drugs in your locker that got you expelled from Arkadia High.”

The chill in Octavia’s voice actually makes Clarke shiver and she finally gathers the courage to meet her former friend’s furious eyes, “Explain, Clarke.”

“You…You all know how…competitive and ambitious I was in high school. I…put the drugs in your backpack the day before and then told the school officer about them. I thought it would just get you kicked off the team! We were both up for Captain and—at the time I thought it was what I had to do to win. I was young and dumb. I swear I had no idea you would be expelled. Please, Octavia, I’m so sorry.”

Octavia doesn’t say another word, storming out of the front door. Clarke is quick to follow, just behind her as the dark-haired woman keeps her steady march towards, well, Clarke isn’t really sure. Suddenly, she stops and whips around, finger pointed right at Clarke, jamming it into her collar bone to enunciate her words.

“You never told me? You never owned up to it? Even after you saw the consequences of those actions?”

“Octavia, I’m so sorry. Nothing I can say can ever make up for that.”

“I had to go to court!” Stab. “I had to go to therapy!” Stab. “No one believed they weren’t mine.” Stab. “Except Bellamy, and I guess I know why now.”

“No, no!” Clarke is quick to say, pleading with her eyes. “Octavia he always believed you. I only told him later when I was beyond drunk and feeling extremely guilty. I swear, he was always on your side.”

“And the worst fucking part, Clarke? Is that you lied! For all these years.”

“Please, Octavia. I know I can never make it up to you now, but you have to know, if I could go back and do it over, I would never have done it. I hated the person I was and I’ve learned from those choices. I choose every day to be a better person. I’m becoming a doctor to save lives, not ruin them. Maybe that’s why, if I’m being honest.”

The anger drains out of Octavia and Clarke holds her breath. “I was angry for a long time. I never knew how they got there. I did a lot of unsafe, unhealthy things that I regret while coping with that anger.”

“I’m so sorry,” Clarke breathes out.

“Look, I’m trying to say: I get it. We all have done things we’re ashamed of. All we can do is move forward and be a better person than we were yesterday. I definitely can’t forgive you yet, but let’s take it a day at a time and not let this ruin Christmas any more than it has.”

Clarke admires the woman Octavia has become, wonders what she went through to become this level-headed woman before her. In high school, Octavia would hold the longest grudges. Quick to anger and quick to give it a home adjacent to her heart where she would house it forever. It is part of the reason Clarke could never come clean about what happened.

Octavia heads back in, but Clarke stays in the cold a moment longer, taking a few deep breaths to calm her emotions before following back into the warmth. The Christmas music filled the quiet house, as everyone murmured quietly to one another. Bellamy stood in the back and it looked like he was quietly arguing with Octavia.

It took the party a while to lose the tense atmosphere, but it eventually did. Clarke kept near Raven, worried what the others must think of her, learning one of her deepest regrets. Not too long after the conversation picked back up, Raven pulled out a game of Pictionary and divided the group into teams. One team had Raven, Anya, Clarke, Bellamy, and Lexa and the other had Octavia, Miller, Jackson, Murphy, and Emori.

Clarke is chosen to draw first, and after Emori earned her team 4 spaces on the board, the turn passed to her. The first things she had to draw was stained glass. A church window came to mind and she quickly sketched Saint Mary as the centerpiece to a Curved window with lines to represent the where the glass was different colored. She thought this was going to be hard for any of them to guess but Lexa guessed correctly at the same time as Bellamy shouted, “Mary, the mother of Jesus!”

“Yes, but not exactly correct. Lexa got it, though. Roll for us?” Clarke tried to say it as gently as possible.

It turned into a competition between the two, or at least, as far as Bellamy was concerned. Every time it was Clarke’s turn to draw he would try to shout over Lexa, usually incorrectly. He would glare every time Lexa was right and he was wrong. Eventually, the game ended and Clarke’s team won, but barely. Despite the problematic moments, Clarke really relished how well Lexa got her.

She offers to help clean up as Lexa starts doing it. They gathered up the pieces and fit it all neatly back into the box. Clarke smiles at her. “Let me show you where it goes.”

Clarke leads her down the hallway to a closet and opens the door for her. She reaches in and turns the light on towards the side and Lexa slides past her to add the box to the stack of board games already in there. As Lexa turns to leave, she caught Clarke looking up and swallowing. She follows her gaze. Mistletoe.

Clarke glances back down in time to watch Lexa’s eyes dart up and she suddenly realizes how close the two are. She chuckles and attempts a joke, “Who puts mistletoe over a closet door? I feel like this is some sort of ‘coming out of the closet’ joke.”

“We don’t have to—” Lexa starts.

“But it is tradition—” Clarke stumbles.

“It is—" Lexa gets out before she’s crashing her lips into Clarke’s, missing by slightly too much before she pulls back and finds her center, placing a proper kiss on the shorter woman. Clarke moans into it, surprising herself, as she parts her lips for Lexa’s tongue that wastes no time in seeking askance.

It’s over as soon as it starts, as the sound of a toilet flushing just further down the hall has them pulling apart. Bellamy emerges and there’s no making excuses for what they’d just been doing. Anger further clouds Bellamy’s face as he says, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

He storms past them and down the hall, turning back to shout. “Good riddance, you fucking slut.”

Octavia’s reply in the second sudden silence of the party at Bellamy’s hands issues down the hall, “You did not just slut-shame someone.”

“Yeah, I fucking did. Clarke is down her making out with Lexa after she fucking ghosted me.”

Clarke and Lexa head back out to the scene being made about them in the living room. All eyes are once again on Clarke as she confronts her ex-boyfriend. “You act like this, Bellamy! You act like this and worse, all the time. This is why I left you!”

“We spent years together and now you’re fucking some random chick!”

“First of all, it’s been almost a year since we broke up. Second of all, we were not fucking, clearly.”

“Third, she can do whatever she wants!” Octavia intercedes. “We don’t slut-shame in this house.”

“Once again, O, you have no idea what you’re talking about. The things Clarke and I have been through together mean something.”

“Look-“ Clarke starts to say, but Bellamy is hearing none of it, already set on his path.

“She was a secret fucking teen mom and now she’s hooking up with a stranger in her friend’s fucking closet. This is ridiculous. I’m glad I broke up with her. I clearly don’t know her at all.”

“What the fuck, Bellamy,” Clarke growls. “It took two to be that fucking teen mom!”

“Teen mom, for a minute, anyway. I’m fucking out. Fuck this shit.” He slams the door behind him and Clarke sways. Lexa is at her elbow and quickly has an arm around her waist.

“Let’s go sit down, okay?”

She lets the other woman guide her to the couch, taking a seat beside her. The soothing hand from earlier is back, rubbing circles into her back, and this time, Clarke leans into it. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, building a dam around the tsunami of emotions coursing through her, knowing her friends want an explanation.

Lexa is a silent but reassuring presence at her side. Raven looks heartbroken. Octavia is furious. The others wear looks of mild concern to curiosity. Raven is the first to break the silence, “You don’t have to talk about it.”

“I—I want to. It’s time. It’s been years. I got pregnant in senior year. Bellamy’s, of course. It’s why I worked so hard to graduate early and why I took classes online for the first three semesters. I gave birth to a beautiful, amazing, healthy baby girl, but I wasn’t ready to be a mom. So, she was adopted by this lovely couple with enough money and time to give her an amazing life that I wasn’t sure I could guarantee her.”

She takes a few deep breaths, bolstered by the hand on her back, by the awe on her friend’s faces, by the love. “I was really depressed for months afterwards. Bellamy always supported my choice, he just didn’t get it, you know? I joined a Post-Partum Depression support group and ended up becoming friends with this other woman who also gave up her child and was experiencing a lot of the same feelings I was. Eventually, I worked through it.”

“I was different afterwards, and so was Bellamy. He was irritable, blamed me for a lot of things that weren’t my fault. I think deep down, even beyond admitting it to himself, that he blamed me for us not having our child with us. I think he felt pressured to support whatever decision I made and never voiced any of his feelings on it and it led to the rift that formed between us, until, one day, I just left.”

All of the shame and guilt that Clarke has carried with her for years felt lighter. Something else had changed tonight, and Bellamy was still an asshole, but it was all cathartic in some way. She smiles over at Lexa. “Nothing like meeting a cute girl and finding out all her deepest, darkest secrets, am I right?”

Lexa laughs and everyone else joins in. The atmosphere lightens and people begin a few side conversations. Raven throws herself into Clarke’s lap and pulls her into a tight embrace. “I love you, Clarke. I’m so sorry that this all happened tonight, but I hope it turns into something that helps you heal. I’m always here for you.”

“I love you, too, Raven. We should probably talk more about it, but later.”

“Oh, and, by the way, there might be some mistletoe hiding up there above the couch!” Raven points as she darts off Clarke’s lap, leaving her next to just Lexa, who she pulls into another kiss, drawing hollers from the crowd. “You owe me ten bucks,” she hears from John Murphy and she breaks the kiss in laughter.

“I know it’s been a pretty intense night, but I really am pretty attracted to you and I heard I might be living in the same city as you in a few months.”

“I feel the same way, Clarke. Following the tradition of candor this evening, Anya hoped we might hit it off tonight. She told me all about you and I was so stunned by how beautiful you are, I forgot how to talk when she introduced me.”

“Let’s exchange numbers for now and we can see how things play out once I move out there?”

Lexa smiles and kisses Clarke again. “I’ll miss these lips, but that sounds good.”

-- One Year Later --

“We’re going to Raven and Anya’s for Christmas, right?” Clarke asks.

“That’s the plan. Is Bellamy going to be there?”

“He is,” Clarke begins, stopping Lexa’s protests with, “but he’s bringing his girlfriend, and he seems to really be working on himself. However, in honor of last year, I proposed a new game to Raven. Confessions: The Game of Secrets and Lies. With a few custom added cards to carry on the tradition of last year, but it’s his turn.”

“Clarke.” Lexa frowns.

“All in good nature! I promise. Not like he was. Besides, it was pretty smooth sailing for us after all that!”

“Just because it worked out for us, that doesn’t make it a good model to cementing the foundation of a new relationship.”

“Okay, but it made mine and Octavia’s relationship even stronger!” Clarke adds with a sweet smile at her girlfriend. “Fine! Without the custom cards. Maybe. I reserve the right to be petty.”

“I am really glad I met you that night.”

“Maybe there will be more mistletoe!”

“Any excuse to kiss me?”

“As if I need an excuse! No, this party I’m going for scandalous!” Clarke directs a devilish smirk towards Lexa. “Gotta keep ‘em guessing.”

Lexa laughs. “Alright, scandalous, it is. Let’s practice right now.”

Clarke groans as Lexa bites right into the spot she knows drives her crazy. Their clothes hit the floor as they make their way towards their bedroom, thoughts of Christmas parties long gone.

#Clexmas20 #Day 6 Rockin Around The Christmas Tree #Clexa #Clarke Griffin #Lexa kom Trikru #Lexa x Clarke #The 100

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aaluminiumas · 4 years

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Millstones

Shanks openly relished the pirate life: he could name one hundred reasons to become a buccaneer, and that oh-so-proverbial One Piece every rookie dreamt about wouldn’t be listed among the first thirty. This man loved listening to waves rustling; he could spend hours admiring the landscape while holding the ship’s wheel and staring into nowhere – but with the same zeal he threw himself into battle standing up for his friends and crewmates. And a good fight is sure to be celebrated by a downpour of sake, a loud burst of laughter and a couple of brazen jokes around the campfire somewhere far away. Isn’t it what happiness is all about?

He long forgot the place he called home. Was it a little windswept archipelago somewhere in the middle of the Grand Line? Or, perhaps, a bustling city that never sleeps? Or, probably, a tiny village on the outskirts of the Goa Kingdom where he tended to return in attempt to remember the good old times and to order a mug of sake while singing a song unanimously with other frequenters?..

Red-haired Shanks grunted under his breath and turned the ship to the left. Out of the corner of the eye the man caught the glimpse of a sea king coming to the surface. Oddly enough, this one didn’t pay the slightest attention to them: the creature had either managed to devour another crew chasing Gol D. Roger’s treasure, or simply took no notice of the vessel. Making sure the ruthless animal swam away, the pirate consulted his log pose – and in a couple of seconds he spotted the familiar sky-line of the Goa Kingdom: a city surrounded by a thick wall with a swarm of windmills in the distance. They moved in the same fashion, clockwise, peacefully and steadily, filling the air with quiet and mollifying creaking everybody was accustomed to. Even the fragrance of this wonderful place was unique: clear, slightly salty and dusty as if abundant in flour that never trickled out of the millstones completely.

Long time ago – a whole eternity ago! – he saved Luffy from a sea king and lost his arm in the process. A ridiculous price for a funny kid who managed to create problems whenever he went naively smiling all the way. Shanks couldn’t put his finger on his behavior: how dared this child roughly as tall as his leg challenge someone much stronger! But despite his obvious paternal affection for the brave boy, there was definitely something else that attracted him to the tavern not far from the biggest windmill.

Although Shanks didn’t have his own kids, he as well as his crew enjoyed talking to Luffy days on end telling unbelievable stories about their adventures. The lad whose eyes were beaming with anticipation caught every word evincing sheer awe and reverence. Listening to the pirates, he imagined himself to be one, and didn’t even doubt he would be lucky enough to get into a bit of a scrape to fight back any offender.

But Luffy wasn’t the only one who delighted pirate tales. The hostess of the tavern, calm and light-hearted Makino, dwelled on every word spoken as if she herself were a little girl. She knew she wouldn’t exchange her settled life for the fierce and unpredictable ocean but the exciting fables soon interwove into her daily routine turning into a significant part of the world she lived in. Every evening Shanks dropped in at the tavern, ordered a whole barrel of sake for his crew – and laughed, recalling the most mind-blowing events that took everybody’s breath away. These were miraculous days, weren’t they?

The red-haired man grinned to himself recollecting the night when Makino, who just started wiping off plates, ventured to ask an odd question – he needed a solid minute to ponder over it and give her a decent reply.

“Shanks-san,” she called him quietly and put the plates on a shelf feeling sheepish, “Aren’t you…” the woman raised her eyes to audaciously look at him, “Aren’t you afraid? Aren’t you scared at all?”

He thought for a second, sipped on his drink and adjusted the straw hat that hadn’t yet made its way to Luffy. “Afraid,” he finally deduced and pushed his mug aside, “But not for myself.”

Shanks turned his head in the direction of his friends stuffing themselves with meat and arguing about mermaids. Someone began to sing – slightly out of tune, –and the rest cheerfully took up, though not unanimously at all. The woman got perplexed for a moment or two – and, amazed to a fault, kept staring at the visitor in the straw hat not fully comprehending what he meant by this.

The man laughed, “Just imagine what kind of mess Luffy can make when we sails away! He’s ready to challenge a sea king to prove his strength and audacity,” Shanks bestowed a broad smile on her folding his hands on the table, “But I believe one day he’ll become more cauti–”

At this very moment, ‘the cautious kid’ caused a huge knife to fall. Luffy was about to yell at the top of his lungs – but immediately noticed the heaven-sent hand of the red-haired man and closed his cry-contorted mouth. His orbs sparkled – the boy got charmed again.

However, it wasn’t the only time Makino asked bizarre questions: she was genuinely enthralled by his lifestyle even though she never wanted to be a pirate. He liked that disclosed interest, curiosity to the foreign world of his, and bit by bit such discussions created a tight bond of friendship between them which somewhat impelled the crewmates to shamelessly tease their captain – not unkindly, of course. His comrades didn’t mean anything bad – they simply relished the sight of the normally collected hostess who now smiled meekly and blushed slightly. Taking it as a certain sign, the captain cut the jokes short with a loud laugh and another mug of sake.

Thing ran their course.

It’s been quite some time since then… Ace died almost two years ago, Luffy is already up in arms, and the millstones are working just as steadily, turning wheat into flour. When did he visit the place last time?.. It was simply indecent on his part considering the amount of time he spent there. Is the mayor just as grumpy and meticulous as he used to be? And what about that bandit, Dadan, Luffy told so much about? Is she doing fine? And the tavern where he hung out so often with his crew, is it in the same place?..

For a moment the red-haired man yielded to a vague feeling of nostalgia: the reminiscences goaded him to squeeze out a lopsided grin, and the decision he’d recently made, got its shape: the yonko was absolutely sure of the actions he was about to perform.

“Welcome to the Goa Kingdom!” he declared in a stentorian voice turning to face his boatswain ready to comply with the ensuing command. “Time to have some fun, guys!”

This order was met by a loud explosion of shenanigans: they’d just savored a good fight, and now they were eager to live it up.

*** “Makino been at ‘ome fo’ a week already,” a sprightly old lady reported to Shanks while giving hearty slaps to presumptuous pirates. “’er boy got ill. But drop in at ‘er place anyway, she’ll be ‘appy to see ya. It isn’t too fa’ from ‘ere… Bah! Where ya goin’ bone’ead?!” the old crone quacked and hit someone with a beer mug she was holding. “So, just ‘ound the corne’… those gates. Damn you, Satan!”

The red-haired pirate grinned at the educational methods that old woman employed, gave her a golden coin and left the tavern. His feet brought him directly to the neat small house with huge flower beds in front. The man didn’t get what the bartender meant by ‘her boy got ill’ but the galvanic yearning for the past demanded new memories and Makino indeed was an integral part of the time he spent here and needed so desperately. Shanks automatically noticed that he became the center of attention: those who didn’t know he used to visit the village raked their brains as to why one of the yonkos decided to come while his friends, along with the mayor, were genuinely joyous to see him and greeted the man asking for how long he planned to stay. There were others, suspicious ones, who revealed their growing displeasure and apprehension – but they tended to avoid any eye-contact with the guest.

Makino’s cottage looked even smaller when he approached it: the house reminded him of the tiny huts he saw at the Pigmy Island but seemed solid enough to handle a powerful hurricane. Shanks couldn’t recollect whether he ever paid visits to his friends: there was no point doing it as they met at the tavern every evening to discuss recent local news And now… he felt almost embarrassed.

He knocked – and heard a clear voice.

“Wait a minute!” Makino was certainly busy, “I’m ̶ Shanks-san?!”

Opening the door, Makino froze at the sight of the man at the threshold: the young woman was holding a hefty bundle with a sniffing baby – with the free hand, she tried to do her hair.

“Are you here for long..?” she attempted to atone, her lips smiling irresolutely.

“No… I dunno.”

She adjusted her son to hold him comfortably, pushed the door open and stepped aside letting the guest in. Despite their common past where no one hid anything from the other, currently both of them felt perplexed and confused: Shanks realized he came amiss, and Makino simply didn’t expect to see the man she used to read about emerging in her tiny cottage. Since he became a yonko, she stopped waiting for his loud visits: a man of importance like him – even if a pirate, – probably had more significant affairs to deal with than singing songs somewhere in a godforsaken village.

Closing the door behind him, the young woman unswathed the parcel and made sure the baby felt better. In a moment, she placed him on the floor and gave him his favorite toy – a plush parrot which was immediately seized by a viselike grip of two chubby hands.

“How you doing?” the pirate asked nonchalantly perusing the modest, spick and span room and finally swiveling his eyes to look at the roly poly tyke crawling around. “What a swashbuckling lady replaced you,” he mentioned with a short laugh. “She’s a real smasher. Can kick anyone out of the pub!”

“Oh… Kagurumi-san… she has her own approach to problem clients,” Makino gave out a small but nonetheless genuine smile bit by bit getting accustomed to his company and his manners that didn’t change at all. “What about you? Have you seen Luffy? I’ve read something in a newspaper but… since he… since… that day I heard a number of things but I am not sure what exactly should be trusted.”

“Luffy’s fine. He’s coped with Ace’s death and is ready to make a scoop and win all front pages,” Shanks said firmly instantly getting the facts straight and calling it the way he saw it – he had to be the reasonable one even though Makino had a hard time speaking about the situation. “Don’t worry about him: he’s already striving to get in trouble.” The yonko broke into a smile, sat down on the sofa and pointed to the boy with a subtle nod of his head: the kid had been playing with the dark cloth of Shanks’ coat probably considering it a better toy. “What’s his name?” “Kenta. Kenta, don’t touch it.” Her delicate hand tenderly brushed across the plump fingers. “No.”

“Why not?” the man’s smile grew even broader, and he sat the boy in his lap. “How old ‘re ye, pal?”

“Not… too much.”

The conversation dragged. Makino clearly felt reluctant to discuss her personal life: she was either afraid of mocking and misunderstanding, or instinctively realized she had fallen in love with the man who kept her company during those long nights at the tavern filled with stories about other islands and seas. She loved his tales and his smile; she adored his laugh and sonorous voice – she even found herself enchanted by his manners sufficiently graceful for a pirate. But the woman never thought it could go further anytime soon. Don’t friends see each other as beautiful, kind people? Don’t they acknowledge the best in one another? Don’t they admire each other?..

The woman sat there, motionless and calm, but it was obvious she couldn’t ease the tension even though she tried to seem friendly.

“If I’m unwanted here, I’ll go,” Shanks spotted her nervousness and adjusted the collar of his coat, evidently about to stand up. “We happened to be around, so of course everyone was eager to remember the best moments of the past… to have a look at good ol’ Windmill. I’m sorry if I meddled in.” he said in the same light-hearted voice not holding any grudge against her.

She replied by a tender, smooth gesture – the woman put her hand onto his shoulder. Kenta, not paying attention to his mother’s agitation, examined the stranger awkwardly standing up and trying to reach the flaming red hair. The man looked so extraordinary – he never met anyone like this among his mom’s guests.

“We all were shocked when… this happened,” the smile faded away for a second, and the eyes got hazy. “I mean, Ace and Whitebeard's death. When Garp came, even Dadan wasn’t her usual self – you remember, that mountain bandit who raised Luffy and… the rest.” She didn’t dare call Ace by the name the second time. “But bit by bit everything’s falling into place, and… if Luffy did it, we will succeed too.” The woman stated in the voice laced with confidence, her bright eyes staring at Shanks. “The whole world is reconstructing, and we are not an exception, fortunately or unfortunately. We have to adapt as well. Thankfully, Goa isn’t the place every single pirate darts to conquer, so everything’s more or less quiet here.” Makino eventually managed to get rid of stiffness. “What about you? How are you, Shanks-san?..”

“Whitebeard’s death is definitely a tragedy for everyone,” he drawled pensively automatically playing with Makino’s son. “And it did multiply the number of problems to deal with. But we’re still trying to live the same way and to do whatever we did before the new era: to have fun, to fight and to drink.” He let out another laughter and brought Kenta up to his shoulder. “Look, what a rider you have here!”

The boy giggled and hugged the pirate by the neck.

Makino slightly blushed. “He… likes you. He doesn’t normally trust people so easily but you seem to make a good impression. I’m afraid he’s going to chase you just like Luffy!” she shook her head in a histrionic reproach.

“So Windmill is going to have a pirate dynasty? Our future Pirate King will be happy to know there’s someone to inherit the skills!”

All of a sudden the mood lightened by itself: Makino released herself and relaxed, cheerfully laughing at the crass jokes he always spilled. The balance restored into the universe: the woman no longer shied away from the guest and honestly replied to his simple questions; she even mentioned what she used to be doing before his visit to the village. He listened to her carefully catching every word, japed and reminisced on certain occasions that came to his mind. Sometimes, making Kenta participate in the confabulation, Shanks questioned him as well just to hear a short ‘yea’ or displeased sniff.

The day was declining, but even after lulling her son to sleep, Makino didn’t intend to part ways with the man who returned just to say hello and to check up on her.

“Have you… rented anything?” she requested quietly, taking off her bandanna protecting her head from the burning sun. “If not, you can stay over. Of course if you don’t mind.” She hurried to add wondering whether she’d gone too far.

Shanks quirked his eyebrows and scratched the tip of his nose. “Why not?.. If anything I should pay a little bit more attention to my closest friend. In fact, I was kinda scared I frightened you.” He noticed undoing the laces of his coat.

She emitted a soft laugh grabbing the outerwear off his hand and hanging it on a peg. “I’m not afraid of you, I’m afraid of the changes you’re bringing along,” she answered simply. “But now I understand that we are… protected. We have nothing to be scared of with a friend like you,” Makino said in whisper, in a barely audible tone. Not switching on the lights, she dared give the guest a bear hug – even though it was evanescent and ephemeral, she managed to express her emotions the best way she could – with innate modesty and chastity. “Thank you. If only had I known how to thank you properly…”

Shanks caught her fingers and pressed the narrow pale hand to his lips. “You have provided a shelter. A pirate wouldn’t even dream about a bigger thing.” He let go off her hand and pulled away from her, his smile friendly and cordial and yet exposing some unknown fatigue Makino had never come across before.

“Good night, Makino. I am glad to know we are friends regardless our long separation. You know, it’s so disrespectful of us to keep each other in the dark. But we didn’t have a choice!” he made a helpless gesture with his hand and disappeared in the room she had prepared for him to immediately fall into deep slumber.

And the hostess after putting her son’s toys in the box, shook her head and covered Shanks with a blanket: the nights may grow cold, and he certainly had enough of chilling wind on board. He deserved the comfort of the settled life he willingly rejected – he would never get used to that anyway…

#one piece #shanks #shanks x makino #makino #op #fanfic #fanfiction

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nickelkeep · 4 years

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Try Something New

Pairing: Sam/Eileen/Gabe Rating: T Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Season 15 Fix It, Pre-Poly, Poly Negotiations Written For: FicWip’s Holiday Exchange Nope, still not on Ao3. Still Working on that.

Sam sat at the War Table. His laptop was open, and the software that Charlie had made so long ago was scanning newspapers across the country. While it was scrolling dutifully, it was the last thing on his mind. Sam’s attention was focused on the small cell phone in his hand. Every time the screen went black, he would hit the button to wake it back up. His own face would look back at him, smiling.

Even after everything Chuck had dragged them through, Eileen had kept Sam’s picture as her phone’s lock screen. Sam shivered involuntarily as he thought of Eileen.

Everyone who had been snapped by Chuck had been returned. Charlie. Stevie. Bobby. Donna. Jody. The girls. Every single one of them had been restored by Jack. It didn’t make sense. Even Cas, who had been taken by the Empty, was returned sans grace by Jack.

So where was she?

It wasn’t like Sam didn’t pray to Jack. He did, once a day. The kid might be the new God, but he was still his, Dean’s, and Cas’ son first. And every time he prayed, Sam asked for some sort of sign that Eileen was alive.

Sam set down Eileen’s phone and picked up his own. There were no new texts, no missed calls.

Fuck, he needed something to distract him from the growing chasm inside his chest. It was time to take a page from Dean’s book of coping. A visit with the other Jack.

...

Several shots later, Sam groaned as his head hit the table beneath him. “Why did I think this would be a good idea?” A hand rested on his shoulder, and a cool wave of relief rushed through him.

“I’m not sure.” Sam turned his head to the side and looked up, his eyes finding the mischievous golden eyes of Gabriel smiling down at him. “You had a choice of two Jacks, and you chose the one that comes in a bottle.”

“Gabe? No. You’re in the fucking empty. I’m fucking hallucinating.” Sam rotated his head back so his forehead rested on the chilled wood. He let out a sigh. “If I’m talking to a ghost, I might as well get it off my chest. Jack wasn’t answering.”

“I’m as real as they get, Sam.” For a hallucination, Gabriel was actually pretty solid. “As for Jack, I’m not surprised. The kid’s following in Pop’s footsteps. A hands-off approach.” The inflection in Gabriel’s voice betrayed his annoyance. “So, you pray to Jack, you tell him about your day.”

“I ask about Eileen! I ask him every day for some sort of sign she’s alive.” Sam scoffed as he sat up. “I don’t get anything from him. There’s no response.”

Gabriel’s smile broadened across his face as he laughed. “I’m sorry, Sam. I know it’s not funny. You’re clearly missing her. But, as the last remaining Archangel, I thought you were getting my sign.” He handed Sam Eileen’s phone. “Have you needed to charge it? Has it died once since you started asking if she’s okay?”

“What?” Sam took the phone hesitantly. He pressed the button to wake it up and promptly looked at the battery. 100% Charge. “You kept her phone charged to show me that she’s alive?”

“This is me we're talking about. I thought it was clever. You’re always looking at it, flipping through the pictures Eileen keeps on it. Re-reading your messages with her.” Gabriel walked around the table and sat down across from Sam. “I figured that as long as it was alive, one, you’d be able to smile on your memories with Eileen, and two, you would know that she’s alive.”

“Gabe, I didn’t notice until just now.” Sam ran his fingers through his hair before setting her phone down. “I mean, I should have. But it’s been the last thing on my mind.” He rubs his face before resting his head in his palms. “So wait. You’re alive, and she’s alive?”

“Very much so,” Gabriel replied. “I’m sorry my message wasn’t clear.”

Sam jumped up at the confirmation. “Gabe, she’s alive?!”

“Yeah, Sam. I think we need to get your hearing checked as I already confirmed it several times over.” Gabriel tilted his head, watching Sam’s reaction. “I thought you would be happy to know that I’ve been keeping an eye on her. When Jack restored everyone, I made sure that I was there when he restored her. Someone needed to be with her. Jack was a little focused on reviving Cas to focus on the people he UnThanosed.”

“Why isn’t she here? Where is she? Is she hurt or stuck? Do I need to go get her?”

Gabriel did his best to appear innocent. “She wanted to learn to believe again.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Over the months, you all did something unthinkable—you, Dean, Cas, Rowena, Eileen, even Jack. You guys saved the world. There were sacrifices. You lost loved ones.” Gabriel reached across the table and picked up Eileen’s phone. “And even though you succeeded in the end, it was still with great sacrifice. Dean lost Cas. You lost Eileen. The Winchester found family was dust in the wind.

“Once you guys defeated Chuck, and Jack took his power and absorbed Amara, he tried to reset the world as best as a three-year-old could. He brought back everyone. He returned your loved ones.” Gabriel gestured to himself as he looked up at Sam. “When Jack restored Eileen, I made sure I was there. I didn’t want her to forget what happened, so I was there.”

Sam sat back down slowly. “She wouldn’t have remembered Chuck erasing her?”

“Jack brought everyone back, and despite what you may think of me, I wanted to make it as minimally traumatic as possible. So when everyone returned, I erased the memory of them not feeling so well. For the majority of the world, it was like no time passed at all.” Gabriel twirled a finger, and a sucker manifested. He unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth.

“I can understand that. But what does that have to do with Eileen?”

“She remembers everything. Eileen remembers you bringing her back to life, how it was Chuck’s manipulation. She remembers your proclamation of love before she left the bunker to find herself.” Gabriel looked around the library before leaning forward like he had a secret. “Eileen thinks that she let you down.”

“What? No!” Sam shook his head. “What happened was out of her control. Chuck did manipulate her, but her feelings, our feelings? Those were real. They belonged to us!”

Gabriel nodded. “I am well aware. However, Chuck also knew this and lied to make you believe that they weren’t.”

“I thought we had moved past that.” Sam hung his hand between his heads.

“Well, being erased, then brought back by Jack, being welcomed back to life by me, it kinda threw her faith again.” Sam’s jaw dropped, and his mouth gaped open, causing Gabriel to quickly explain. “She wants to know she’s going to stay on Earth this time. Eileen doesn’t want to go back to hell or go to heaven yet. She thought I was there to take her up to the pearly gates.” Gabriel pointed his lollipop at Sam. ”She doesn’t want to be nothing or forgotten. She doesn’t want to just be. Eileen wants to know her place in this world.”

“That’s all fair and good, Gabe, but I’ve been worried sick, no way to find her.” Sam looked at the Archangel sitting across from him. “Does she not want to be with me?”

“She thinks that you may not want to be with her.” Gabriel kicked his feet up on the table and leaned back in his seat. “Something about Sam’s angel is back to watch over him.”

Sam nodded. Then realized what Gabriel said. “Wait, what?”

“When she realized I was alive, since you know, I’m the one who went to her, she thought it was me staking my claim on you.” Gabriel held his hands up when Sam scowled. “I didn’t. I actually told her otherwise. That you mourned me and moved on.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Sam blushed. “Eileen knows how much I love you, Gabe. She and I have a different love from what you and I had. Have. I don’t even know right now.” He shook his head. “I need to find her, Gabe. If I had known she was actively hiding from me…”

“You’d what? Try and find her? Eileen’s one of the best hunters out there. She’d outrun you every time.” Gabriel pulled his sucker out of his mouth again and stared at it for a moment. “Ever think that I may have made myself known to you right now because maybe now she’s ready?”

“Is this one of your tricks, Gabe?”

Gabriel at least pretended to be offended. “Me, pull a trick in regards to something this serious?” When Sam’s face twisted into trademarked bitchface number 135, Gabriel shook his head and laughed. “Sam, I’m serious when it comes to this.“

"So what makes you think she wants to see me now?”

“I’ve been with her this entire time, Sam.” Gabriel paused to let that register. “We’ve spent the past couple of months getting to know each other. I certainly wasn’t joking when she said that she wanted to know her place in this world.”

“Where is she?”

Gabriel closed his eyes, and a moment later, Eileen walked into the Library. “Hi, Sam.” She looked nervous, almost afraid, and Sam hated it. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Sam signed as he asked his question.

“I assume Gabe told you already? About me wanting to find me again?” Eileen waited for Sam to nod before continuing. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that while everything may have been a part of Chuck’s story, that it didn’t negate what I felt for you. Or what you feel for me. I know that we had started working on it, but when Gabe found me, everything I had started to build came falling down like a house of cards.”

Sam shot another bitchface – number thirty-seven - at Gabriel, who held up his hands in defense again. Sam deflated and looked at Eileen. “I would have been happy to talk to you.” He looked at Gabriel, continuing his signing for Eileen. “Both of you.”

“I know, Sam. Gabe knows too. But the truth be told, I really did need to figure out what my role in life, especially now that Chuck is gone, and Jack is in charge.” Eileen looked at Gabe and smiled. “I’m still my own woman, I can still kick any monster’s ass, I’m still independent. But I have two very dedicated people who love me.”

“Two?” Sam followed Eileen’s gaze to Gabriel. “Gabe?”

Gabriel shrugged. “What can I say? I see why she means the world to you.” He offered a hand to both Sam and Eileen. “I don’t see a reason why this can’t work, Sam. You and ‘Leen have your relationship. ‘Leen and I have ours, And then we have ours. Three separate relationships between three people who care deeply about each other.”

“You make it sound easy.” He looked back to Eileen and repeated his statement in Sign for her. “What do you think, Eileen?”

“I think nothing in life is easy. Especially the things you want. You work for what you want.” She looked at Gabriel and smiled before looking back at Sam. “It might not be easy, but it’s something we deserve. Happiness.”

Sam worried his bottom lip as the words of both his lover and former lover embedded themselves in his brain and heart. He could have both. They had gone searching for answers together, and both agreed on one thing.

Him.

“This is new territory for me”— Sam held up a finger when Gabriel tried to interject. —“for all of us. But if you both are willing, then I’m willing.” He looked over at Eileen. “But we need to be open with each other.” He turned to Gabe. “And we need to be honest with each other.”

Gabriel wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist at the same time he pulled Eileen in for a hug. “We get it, Sam.” He kissed the top of Eileen’s head before standing on tiptoe to kiss Sam. “And you got us.”

#fanfiction #the 15 year show #season 15 fix-it #sam/gabriel/eileen #sam winchester #gabriel #eileen leahy #polyamory #rating: t

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readyplayerhobi · 5 years

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Player of the Week - Gimmesumsuga

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Now, I think you all know that I obviously love Steph’s writing. Besides from being one of my favourite authors, over the last two years she’s also become a very close friend! There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t talk to her and I treasure that so much! You may not understand my mind sometimes Steph, but I think you sometimes remain the calm in the chaos that is Jo and I!

In terms of writing though, I truly adore Steph’s writing so much. I’ve remained a fan since the beginning and I’m still mind boggled as to how long Sweeter Than Sweet is! It’s a testament to your stubborn Taurus personality that you’ve kept going for so long, and you FINALLY FINISHED. I’m so proud of you and getting to work on new things.

I know you worry about your writing but everything you write is so smooth and effortless. The world’s you build are simple but are so much richer because of it. It lets you delve so deeply into the characters until you almost feel like you know them, feel so fond of them and so happy to have read them and been involved in their lives even if only momentarily. I love to read your work and know that you’ve enjoyed writing it, because the dialogue you write is so beautiful and emotive.

Whether it’s writing a one shot, working on a series or on some reactions, every story Steph does feels so unique and yet it has that same gimmesumsuga flare in every one. They’re easy stories to read and even easier to love.

Now that the masterpiece of Sweeter Than Sweet is (nearly) done, I can’t wait to see what’s in store afterwards!

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Sweeter Than Sweet - OT7 x Reader

This remains the OG OT7 story in my opinion. If you want high quality vampire fics, enjoy poly fics or just want to read some good smut then this is definitely the fic for you. It’s incredibly long and so well written, with the character popping to life due to the length. They all get a good amount of screentime as it were and we get to see smut scenes with every one of them.

Steph does an exceptional job at making each smut scene different, not only with the MC’s main lovers but with each member. Taehyung is nothing like Jungkook and nothing like Hoseok. But Jimin and Yoongi remain perfect with her and you can truly feel the love between the three of them. She may sleep with the other guys occasionally, but those are her two men that she loves.

And then you have the menace of Namjoon in the fic (he’s still not okay Steph, soz :P) and the whole underlying story arc with him. So you come for the vampires and the sex but then you end up staying for the storyline and the characters. You really root for the MC in this fic, hoping that she does okay and that she ends up well along with the other members.

See You - Taehyung x Reader

This fic sprung to life after the Wembley BTS concert, which I also went to. It was the first time I met Steph and here’s an amusing story for you all...my mum met Steph first because I’m socially awkward and anxious lol. But this story is such a wonderful look at Taehyung as an idol and what it might be like for him to have a one night stand with a fan. Unrealistic? Obviously, but it’s exceptionally sweet and I really loved it

It’s sweet and Taehyung doesn’t magically speak English, nor does the MC understand perfect Korean. They struggle a little, get interrupted by Jimin but it’s overall just...sweet and delightful. A lovely little two part series!

Beneath The Boughs - Namjoon x Reader

This was part of our Halloween collaboration last year and it’s such a wonderfully sweet and adorable fic. Dryad Namjoon is so...unassuming and gentle, it’s a delight to read him. You really get a sense of the real Namjoon in how gentle and attentive he is, how thoughtful and kind he comes across in real life along with his innocent thirst for knowledge.

His journey to becoming human is so sweet to read, all in the knowledge that he’s fully aware of what’s happening and what he’s doing. Because he loves her, the woman who defended him when she was younger and he was just a tree. I just loved how welcoming and...protective he feels, a true source of stability in troubled times I guess. It was a great addition to the collab and the ideal read for anyone wanting some soft and fluffy Namjoon!

Orectic - Hoseok x Reader

Okay but this fic REMAINS one of my favourites because it’s so rare to see Hoseok in a hybrid fic, but it’s even rarer to find one with a hybrid MC. I love how Hoseok took on the MC in this as a favour to his sister but she was still given plenty of agency. I don’t like hybrid fics that feel too much like ‘ownership’, it makes me feel a little weird. So I enjoyed that I felt like the MC was more his sister’s best friend and Hoseok was just looking after instead of anything weird.

But then you can tell that he evidently has some feelings for her and she obviously has some for him. The little dance they did around each other was cute, but then when she went into heat...hoo boy. I loved that all she wanted was Hoseok, even though he could have found another hybrid for her to have sex with. And that he tried to keep up with her. Obviousyl he’s gonna be pretty sore once it’s all done with given he’s...you know...human, but he’s obviously going to give it the good ol’ college try. And I loved as well that his sister was obviously openly happy that her brother and best friend had found love with each other, even if she was a little bemused at first!

By Its Cover - Jungkook x Reader

Look at that, I’ve done five rec’s and not one had the same main couple ha. I could’ve chosen any of Steph’s Jungkook fics but By Its Cover stands out the most to me. Anyone who knows Steph knows that she adores Jungkook and will fight to the death for him I reckon. And you can feel it in this fic. What’s better than tattooed, biker Jungkook falling for the MC at the place he works?

The misunderstanding between them both obviously works as the primary angst and you can see the MCs annoyance towards him, but the way she softens is so lovely to see. How she realises he’s not what she initially thought and comes round to him slowly, seeing that he’s a good guy. And finding out what he does! The rain is our friend in this story as it leads to that wonderful smut scene where we finally get the joining of the coouple we’ve wanted to see throughout the fic haha!

Gimmesumsuga is my Player of the Week!

Make sure to follow her and read her stories! Not only the ones I’ve recommended here but everything else on her masterlist. Please reblog, like and send her comments and feedback if you enjoy her work!

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overzne · 4 years

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𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔.

under the cut are 21 different plots that i want , all separated by muse. if you want to discuss one you can always message me !!

WHITLEY NAM ( jennie kim fc )

your muse and whitley tend to visit the same place often but she always ends up leaving before getting the opportunity to talk to them. so she decides to leave cute sticky notes for them at the table they frequent &. maybe your muse starts to write back ?? eventually they decide to meet in person and cue the cute and awkward glances and the “ wow you’re pretty ” compliments. we can do first dates , first kisses , them talking about books and dreams. please just give this to me.

she’s a children’s author so if your muse by chance has a little girl / sister , maybe they could like her books so much that she drags them to a book signing where they can meet whitley ?? she’d adore how excited the girl is and they would probably hit it off. meanwhile your muse is sitting in the small purple chairs filled with little children and their dolls so they stand out , catching her attention.

HAN CHANWOO ( park chanyeol fc )

the patient / nurse plot. your muse is a regular -- which is weird to say with hospitals -- who always ends up with chanwoo. at first he’s always upset seeing them in there but he can’t help but to like the attention , but jeez he’d just prefer if they ask for his number instead of fake dying 4 times a week. so he asks for their number and we go from there. ( if anyone out there had a tae with a daughter , please give this back to me , xoxo )

the nurse / doctor route. he’s been with one before but that fell flat so he’s been dodging dating co - workers to save himself the trouble. however , it doesn’t help that he’s slowly starting to fall for the doctor he’s calling his best friend. imagine chanwoo staying behind at work late hours just for them , buying them lunch , blowing up their phone telling them to stay healthy , the sneaky and quick pecks on the lips.

BYUN DONGHYUK ( kim rowoon fc )

SUGAR BABY. listen , hear me out. donghyuk has no idea what to do with all the money he’s gotten so dummy would jokingly sign up on a sugar baby website and see how may requests he can get but --- wait , i know this person. why did they ask me to be their sugar daddy ?? so he decides to meet with them and he’s all shy and timid and immediately admits that he has no clue what to do so the sugar baby shows him how to have a good time with his money. it can turn into an amazing friendship or a really cute relationship but i’m here for both. like imagine them taking trips and the matching couple outfits but they’re just friends ?? iconic.

give me someone who is blatantly using him for his money. like�� the best friend who knows that donghyuk would be willing to do anything for them so they take advantage and start making his pockets hurt. but he’s blinded by his trust for them to even notice. imagine the confrontation ... the angst. we can build up to this point. shopping trips , the subtle usage of his card, etc.

i want the plot where donghyuk starts to hang out with rich assholes who influence him to start becoming like them. maybe it’s someone who hung out with the rich guys before he came around but they saw that he was different and started liking him ?? can be a childhood friend who warns him that they’re just using him but he doesn’t listen. whatever the case may be , they start to notice him acting different which can lead up to plenty of arguments and the “it’s me or them” but what if he can’t choose ?? will they still stay , or will they go.

PARK YEEUN ( yoo shiah fc )

OLDER WOMEN !!!!!!!!! give me the plot where yeeun is secretly helping her mother’s worst enemy win over the company. give me the late night meetups in hot tubs while they drink champagne and talk about how they’ll drive the woman out once and for all. give me the dirty messages being sent during conferences while they sit across from each other. maybe yeeun’s being used and this can lead to angst ?? or maybe they truly do love each other.

HWANG YEBIN ( son naeun fc )

give me the person who yebin wants to change for. like she’s hellbent on making their relationship work but it seems like god isn’t here for it. every time she really tries , things turn out bad. so she decides to breaks things off before she hurts them because everything she touches goes up in flames and that’s the last thing she wants for them. like i want a genuine relationship with her that is such an eye opener for her.

the best friend who helps yebin do dumb shit. like picture your muse being the lookout while she slashes someone tires or throws a brick through her ex’s car window. they probably drink wine and shit talk tv shows in their silk pajamas while making dating websites to troll single men OUHVWLMWECOWJEL. + bonus : one day they end up sleeping together but because they both know they’re bad at relationships it’s just for fun until your muse goes on a date and suddenly they see yebin standing in the restaurant window with the glare they’ve seen too many times to forget.

THIRD CHAIYAPORN ( win metawin fc )

he’s trying his best and your muse is helping him do that. maybe he wants to get out of the scamming business and do actual work but ew ??? uniforms ??? picture them helping him get jobs only for him to get fired on the first day because he doesn’t want to “ruin his beauty.” your muse is his motivation to do better but he doesn’t know how to be a “normal” person since he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. think of the surprise dinners he’d make after learning how to properly cook. him giving his first three checks from his most stable job to your muse to show appreciation. take the rich boy and make him a working man !!!!!!

HOLLAND CHOI ( kim yugyeom fc )

the best friend who can’t believe he’s alive. you really need to know his backstory for this but to put it shortly , holland was abducted at the age of 8 and his case ended up going cold after the police assumed he died in the fire of the house he was supposedly trapped in. he ended up finally getting free at the age of 20 and returns to his hometown. imagine he goes to his old house to see someone standing right there in front of the memorial the neighborhood put together and all they hear is “ i’m finally home ” from behind them. give me the person who’d help holland adjust to life again. they help fight off bad dreams , they reassure him of things. it’s what he deserves.

the first relationship. at some point he decides to try out this whole relationship thing because he feels really confident in himself at this point in time. like it’d be adorable until they try to hold his hand and he freaks out a bit but apologizes. at some point he’d explain his situation and they can try to help him trust better. he’d feel bad for making them think they’re in the wrong when it comes to certain things but they’re understanding and are willing to take things as slow as holland wants. like i just want the adorable shyness of him getting overdressed for a date ; the quick peck on the cheek because he saw them sad and wanted to cheer them up. i just want a slow burn tbh.

AUSTIN BAE ( kim mingyu fc )

give me the plot where he ends up falling for his first male co - star. like the sex was amazing and all but it was the little kisses and tiny care during it that made him go “ yeah i want this guy. ” but they can be a macho pornstar that doesn’t do dating so he settles for when they meet on set. could give him more tips on sex with other men so it becomes a mentor with benefits type of deal. obviously austin is gonna catch feelings so how this plays out is all up to you.

roommates. PLEASE. if anybody needs dumbass roommates the most , it’s austin. like i want gc messages where they just all fight over who drunk the last bit of orange juice in the fridge and someone gets kicked out the chat for confessing they did it. i want the game nights where they have to ban uno because two of them started strangling each other over a draw 4. + bonus : two of them start dating and austin starts feeling left out so fuck it ! poly

JACKLYN MOON ( choi yoona fc )

give me the protector plot where your muse was hired by her father to keep her safe overseas so they pretend to be a neighbor and befriend. whether she knows about them or not is up to the plot but imagine her not knowing her dad sent someone to keep an eye out on her ?? they could end up becoming good friends , they always end up having dinner at the other’s place , she sends them memes at 4 am because she’s bored. but what if she grows romantic feelings so they have to confess about why they’re really there. + bonus : they end up sleeping together just so your muse can go “ so i work for your dad ... round 2 ? ”

OR OR ORRRRR ... give me the plot where she does know that they work for her dad. she starts trying to dodge them from following her but fails. they plant a tracking device on her and she’s fuming but all they say is “it’s your dad’s orders.” at some point she drags them to the club with her and it’s cute until they get into a fist fight with someone over her who had a weapon on them. she scolds them for nearly getting themselves killed but all they say “ i’d rather it be me than you” and she’s mad but something about how they said made her think it goes beyond their job. + bonus : they actually had feelings for one another before she was shipped off so they took the job to watch her overseas because of their feelings.

KIM EUNDONG ( choi yujin fc )

idk if y’all watch fatal promise on kbs but god if you have , give me the eundong / jihun relationship where an air - headed rich kid who’s trying to gain their father’s attention befriends a girl who is trying to take down their family due to her suspicions that they killed her father. like imagine them growing head over heels for her but she’s strictly keeping it cordial. until they propose to get married so she ends up gaining more power when taking down her enemies.

OH HAJOON ( im jaebeom fc )

the ghost writer / idol relationship , please and thank you. i want the plot where hajoon has written songs for a certain artist / group since their debut and they have a really good relationship but somehow it turns romantic ?? like what if they have to sing a confession song and they feel like hajoon wrote it about them and they ask who’s it about and hajoon’s like “ some idiot who’s sitting next to me ” so now there’s late night recording sessions ending up with making out in the recording booth and subtle hand holding when no one’s looking. it’s all fun and games until a song hajoon writes for them ends up becoming a single when he never allowed it to be. that would be when hajoon leaves the company and becomes a lounge singer but picture your muse in a pr relationship stunt and they go out one night just to see hajoon performing and whew boy ... i want it.

HAN JUNHYEOK ( woo dohwan fc )

i want the hidden relationship between the important person in the company and their assistant. junhyeok is married to a npc but obviously that was for show since they’re both just trying to hide their fucked up ways. meanwhile his assistant starts to catch his eye and it’s really all downhill from there because the man is evil and will somehow fuck up their life but he doesn’t want to do that ... yet. so he keeps throwing hints that he’s interesting but it isn’t until the important gala event that they notice it because he’s got them trapped in a little closet with a hint of both jealousy and lust in his eyes.

SINCLAIR KIM ( lee haechan fc )

i want the best friend who doesn’t mind going on this adventure with sinclair in solving his mom’s mystery. like i want the goofy duo who explores abandon super markets and their headquarters is a raggedy tree house in sinclair’s grandparent’s backyard that’s so close to falling but won’t. i want them hanging out on a playground set at night just talking about anything. give me the bets that end up with one of them getting injured but they still decide to do them , them hanging out in libraries late at night as they do research or just them riding a bike around town and feeling free. + bonus : they both end up getting into a really dangerous situation that has your muse hurt to the point where he realized they’re really all he wants in his life.

#❛ & ❪ 𝒊'𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 ! ╱ wishlist.#21!?!??!#please i want all these so bad #spare plots ma'am #spare plotssss

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Ishimondo Meme

Ishimondo

Dating

How did their relationship truly begin, friendly or otherwise? Well we can all guess how their relationship started as it’s not much different here from canon. But so far as their romantic relationship...

When did they realize they liked each other? Mondo realized it a few months after they became friends but kept it to himself. Taka was attracted to Mondo from day one but he had no idea what romantic feelings felt like so he said nothing.

Who asked the other one out, when did they do it, and how did they do it? Mondo asked Taka out halfway through their first year together via lots of nervous yelling in the middle of the hallway after school. He waited outside of the student council room for Taka for like two hours and worked himself up so much that he pretty much screamed “WILL YOU DATE ME” when Taka came out. No worries though because he yelled “YES” right back.

Who do they tell first about their relationship, why, and how do they react? Chihiro, Daiya, and Takaaki are the first ones to know because of their closeness to them. Chihiro was an obvious choice and she was excited. Daiya more or less expected they were going to date at some point because he saw the budding romance first. Takaaki isn’t exactly pleased at the choice of boyfriend of his son, but he’s happy that Taka is happy.

Is anyone very against or very enthusiastic about the relationship and why? Chihiro is quoted as saying “If they had waited any longer to start dating I would have actually died.” She just wanted to see her two idiot friends be happy.

When do they go on their first date? Their first date happens about a week after they become a couple, and it’s at a local diner. Nothing incredibly fancy but neither of them mind cause they’re with each other.

When do they have their first kiss? Taka kisses Mondo on the way home after their first date! It’s incredibly surprising for Mondo but not unwanted.

Proposal

Who proposes and how do they do it? Does this proposal end in a “yes” the first time, or do they have to ask more than once? Kind of linked to the "family building" part, but Taka proposes! It's not explicitly or completely because Mondo was pregnant, but that was kind of a big deal at the time. Because of that, Mondo was nervous about saying "Yes" at first because he didn't want it to only be because he was pregnant. But Taka was able to assure him it wasn't, so Mondo gave a pretty enthusiastic "Yes" which was half-yelled and half-cried.

Who do the happy couple tell first, why, and how do they react? Mondo tells Daiya and Taka tells Takaaki, and together the two of them tell Chihiro. Mondo telling Daiya is fairly obvious and although Daiya is worried at first for his little brother due to the circumstances, he's pretty happy because he knows Taka's a great guy. Takaaki... is very concerned about his son's age (18 at the time) and while he's not completely comfortable with it, he knows that Taka is deeply in love with Mondo and he's very adamant about marrying him so there's not really much he can do about it. So he overall supports his son. Mondo and Taka tell Chihiro together because they couldn't decide on who was going to tell her. She says if she's not standing by one of them as their best woman she's going to disown both of them.

Who does most of the wedding planning? Taka, partially because Mondo is pregnant and he doesn't want him to stress about it and partially because... well, he's Taka.

Is there anyone against them getting married, or anyone who is very excited about the wedding? Why? The entire class is abuzz about the wedding (they get engaged during their final year at Hope's Peak, after all) and they're all generally very excited.

Do they set a date right away, or do they wait? Taka wants a date right away, but Mondo would rather wait because he's not exactly sure if he wants to get married right at the end of the year (at which time they'd have two young babies, their twins) or before then while he's still pregnant. In the end, they're married when he's about five and a half months pregnant to soothe Taka's nerves a little bit.

Marriage

What date are they married on? They actually get married on August 31st, which is Taka's birthday, of course. They both decided it would be a cute thing. Taka is really emotional about it.

Where do they get married? They get married in the park across the street from the diner where they had their first date! Very sentimental.

Who important to them do they invite to the wedding? Their class and families are invited of course, and some friends from other classes, but they keep it fairly small since neither of them want a big wedding. To be fair, though, that does include the entirety of the Crazy Diamonds.

If one or both of them walks down the aisle (or more in a poly relationship), who walks them and why are they significant?

Taka is walked by his dad of course, and even though he has to use a wheelchair, Daiya walks with Mondo because. That's his lil bro!

What are they wearing? So someone in the class (coughs, Byakuya and Celeste) anonymously donated cash to the two of them so they could have tailored suits. And Mondo actually has his hair down for once (mainly because Chihiro threatened to rip his pompadour off his head if he showed up with it styled like that and he didn't want to risk her actually following through on her threat).

Do they write their own vows or do more traditional ones? They absolutely write their own vows, but some of them are hard to make out between the crying.

Who officiates the wedding and why are they significant? They wanted the officiant to be a friend, and the only friend of theirs who had the credentials to do so was... Yasuhiro. So Yasuhiro officiates (and he was only a little bit high, so he testifies) and it actually goes really well.

Do either of them cry when seeing the other coming to the altar? They both do. They cry pretty much the entire time. They both think the other one just looks amazing.

What is their immediate reaction after they are officially married? After they kiss, they definitely hold each other for a few minutes and cry some more.

Is there a flower bouquet or something else that gets tossed? Who catches it (and do they get married later)? Takemichi catches the bouquet, though he doesn't get married until several years later, he does get married to Yuta Asahina.

What song do they have their first dance to and why is it significant? Their first dance is to "Unchained Melody" by The Righteous Brothers, which is one song that's both of their favorites and means a lot to them because it was playing on the radio when they had their first kiss.

What is the reception like? It's pretty typical for a wedding! Even with the legion of teenagers and bikers there, they somehow manage to contain themselves and not make too big of fools of themselves. Mainly because Takaaki, a known ex-cop, is there, and because there's no alcohol (partially because of Takaaki, partially because of being underage, and partially because Mondo is pregnant so if he can't drink neither can anyone else). Takaaki and Taka obviously have a father-son dance and Mondo dances with both Daiya and Chisa as he considers them his parents in place of his biological father (an asshole) and his biological mother (who is dead).

Do they consummate the marriage? You bet your fuckin' ass they do. I mean, they pretty much got into the whole situation because they can't keep it in their pants so naturally they're gonna go at it like rabbits when they have an actual reason (and an entire hotel room to themselves).

Family Building

Who brings up the idea of having kids? Does it happen before or after they’re married? Was it even planned? Their first pregnancy and subsequently their first two kids were absolutely not planned. Mondo got pregnant unexpectedly around the beginning of their last year in Hope's Peak. This, naturally, happens before they're married. They had talked about the possibility of kids when they were both graduates, but obviously didn't expect it to happen so soon.

How do they go about having kids? Is it through a normal pregnancy, adoption, surrogacy, or some other way? Mondo is trans, so they have their kids normally.

Describe the process they go through bringing a child into their family, regardless of what process that is. Mondo's first pregnancy is fairly difficult on him and it ends rather chaotically. He has their older twin in the car on the way to the hospital and they barely make it there for the second one so, there's that. Overall, appropriate for the Oowada-Ishimaru family, who are pretty chaotic as it stands.

How do the new parents react to knowing they’re going to have a baby/child? Mondo finding out he's pregnant is a train wreck to say the least. He doesn't tell anyone for two weeks, then passes out from his anemia in the middle of class, which of course leads to everyone finding out. He was afraid of what would happen when he told, but nothing too awful happens from the fallout, thankfully. Taka... panics, a lot, but he's happy to be a dad.

How do they react when the baby/child comes home? They're both relieved that their kids are finally here and safe, and Mondo's happy that they're not kicking around inside of him anymore. They're totally devoted to their babies.

Kids

How many kids do they have in total? What are their names/ages? So far in the non-despair AU I've been setting this in, they have six kids who are born and two more who have yet to be born. The ones who are born are Shugo (16), Tamiko (16), Ruku (14), Misao (12), Kazusa (10), and Kiyoyuki (10). They thought they were done after Kazusa and Kiyoyuki and then oops! Pregnant.

Which parent gets up more often in the middle of the night to care for their kids? Mondo! It's not that Taka doesn't take an active role, it's just that Mondo more often is the one to get up at night and take care of them.

Which parent goes to PTA meetings more often? Taka, because that's way more of his thing. Also because Mondo has a tendency to get uh... aggressive. Let's just say there've been more than a few incidents.

Which parent is more disciplinary/strict, and which parent is more lax/has trouble disciplining the kids? Unsurprisingly, Taka is far stricter and Mondo is more lax, but surprisingly, Mondo is the hyperchondriac when it comes to what the kids are doing. He's the first one to freak out if he thinks the kids are hurt/in danger/etc. Taka will discipline them when they cause trouble, of course, but he doesn't worry nearly as much as Mondo does.

Which parent do the kids generally like more? The kids tend to go to Mondo more often, but a few of them (namely Ruku and Kiyoyuki) are closer to Taka. They, like Taka, are autistic, so they have more in common with him and find it easier to talk with him than the other kids at times.

When/if they have siblings, how do the kids react? Shugo is just tired. She wants her parents to just... stop reproducing already. Every time she starts to hear the words "you're gonna have a sibling" she starts groaning. It's not that Shugo doesn't love her siblings, she's just tired of them, for God's sake. Tamiko doesn't really see it as any of her business, and the little ones don't bother her as much so she doesn't mind watching after them whenever a new one comes along.

How often do they have family nights or events? They have dinner together almost every night barring extreme circumstances, and often they try to get together to do fun things like games more often as well.

Describe each kid’s relationship with their parents. Shugo has a strained relationship with Taka, a far better one with Mondo, mainly due to her talent as the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader after Mondo became an alumni. Tamiko, on the other hand, has a far stronger relationship with Taka, being the Ultimate Lawyer. Ruku is closer to Taka, but she loves both of her dads equally. Misao, despite being a flirt, is fairly straight-laced, but has good strong ties to both of his dads. Kazusa is very rebellious and clashes with Taka a lot, so she prefers Mondo over him. Kiyoyuki, on the other hand, much prefers Taka, though none of the kids would ever say they hated one of their parents.

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Down Below (Chapter 56)

Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 1690 words

Warning: swearing, mention of death

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The crowd cheered around the fighting pit as Marcus Kane stood there once again for the second time. He starred at me, with stern but yet eyes that had worry and sadness.

‘As we invite death into this hall, we honor it.’ Gaia talked down as we all stood higher, 'Omon Gon Oson.’

'Omon Gon Oson.’ The warriors muttered as they all looked down to honor the moment.

I gripped on the rail as I starred back at Marcus. This may be the last moment I would see him alive, I thought to myself. 'Be the last.’

The criminal in the pit immediately grabbed the weapons hung on the walls, ready to fight Marcus who was the only enemy to battle against for his freedom.

Marcus on the other hand didn’t move from his position, still starring from below.

'Choose your weapon, Kane.’ The criminal shouted, 'Neither of us will walk out alive if you don’t.’

Marcus stood still and ignored the criminal. Without another word, he punched Marcus in the face, causing him to grunt and fall to the ground.

'Kane, fight!’

He looked up at the warrior and shook his head, 'I’m not fighting you.’

Marcus slowly got up and raised his voice, 'I will not kill this man.’

Octavia quickly got up out of her throne and left the area. I stayed and watched from up high as I knew I was about to see something interesting happening.

'You are Wonkru or the enemy of Wonkru!’ Octavia yelled as she walked toward the fighting pit. 'Choose.’

The criminal kneeled down, respecting Blodreina but as for Marcus, he continued to stay still. 'I already have.’

Furiously, Octavia took the sword that was used for the pit and stomped right back to Marcus. My first instinct was to run down to the fighting pit, even thought I didn’t know why I reacted the way I did.

Once I got down, Marcus was already on the ground and Octavia hovered around him. 'Where’s your survival instinct Kane? Fight.’

'Saving our people is more than keeping them alive, Octavia.’ Marcus sat up on the ground, 'It’s not to late.’

Octavia gripped on the sword tightly. 'For you, it is.’

'Wait, Octavia.’ I screamed as I ran towards her. She raised the sword up high, biting her lip as she looked at Marcus angrily.

The sudden loud noise made all of Wonkru freeze; it was coming from above us, on the land.

Bright sunlight shone from the tiny crack from our ceiling, making me squint as I continue to check what was happening.

'Octavia, Y/N. We have to go, it isn’t safe!’ Indra tried to pull us out of the fighting pit. 'Guards, get the prisoners in their cells!’

'No!’ Octavia yelled as the ceiling continued to crack open. I froze, my mind was in shock and I didn’t know what to do.

Sooner later, the ceiling stopped making noise and the dirt stopped falling from above. Instead, there was a figure coming down from a rope but with all the dust from the dirt, it was hard to see who it was.

'Bell?’ Octavia mumbled as she slowly walked over to the figure to make sure. She then runs towards them and hugged tightly.

It felt as though my feet were planted on the ground. I still couldn’t believe that after all these years we finally had sunlight or even someone coming to save us.

The figure then let Octavia go and slowly walked towards me. 'Reyes.’

Even after six years I never forgot how his voice sounded like. It’s been so long since I heard it, I couldn’t help but cry.

With a huge smile on his face, Bellamy opened his arms as I went up to him and hugged him.

He looked down at me and wiped my tears. 'Wow, Y/N with war paint on her face? I must of missed a lot these past six years.’

'I can say the same to you.’ I smiled as I poked his beard. 'Looks good on you by the way.’

Bellamy chuckled, 'I’m so glad you kept your promise. To survive, I mean.’

'Of course I did.’ I grabbed his cheeks and reached for his lips. After all these years I would of never thought I was able to kiss him again.

Hearing another person coming down, I looked to see who was behind Bellamy. The blonde was recognizable anywhere. 'Clarke.’

She turned around, 'Y/N.’

I walked over to her and shook her hand. 'If it weren’t for you offering the helmet back in Praimfaya, I would’ve been dead. So thank you.’

'It was the least I can do after what I’ve done.’ Clarke admitted. 'What all happened here? The fence, the blood…’

'Six years is a long time.’ I replied.

Two other ropes came down but this time, it wasn’t anyone familiar. I went next to Bellamy, 'Who are they?’

'Colonel Diyoza.’ Bellamy said as he pointed at the woman that stood across from us.

'Woah, Colonel?’ I questioned her.

'Long time ago but yeah.’

'Ah, respect.’ I grinned and shook her hand. Bellamy then looked at me funny. 'What?’

He chuckled, 'Six years later and you’re still adorable.’

'Oh, so you must be his girlfriend he wouldn’t stop blabbing about.’ Diyoza smirked, 'Pretty nice, Bellamy. I like her.’

Octavia squinted her eyes, looking at Diyoza’s hip. 'Why is she armed?’

'Don’t worry. I’m not going to use it on you guys.’ Diyoza reassured her. 'So how many am I going to rescue today?’

'1200.’ Bellamy responded.

'No.’ Octavia cut him off, correcting him. '814.’

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After being rescued back to the ground, I stood by the huge hole that led down to the bunker. I noticed Clarke looking at me with concern in her eyes. 'Looks like you want to ask me something.’

She jumped a little, surprised I noticed her stare. 'Uhm for starters, I wanted to know what happened in the bunker but I don’t know if I want to know.’

'You don’t want to know.’ I replied. 'No one should know.’

Marcus and Abby both came back up to the ground with the rope, unbuckling their harness as they both whispered to each other.

'Oh, Y/N.’ Marcus flashed a soft smile as he approached me. 'It’s been a while since w-’

'What do you want?’ I didn’t need or want to talk to him at all. I didn’t even know why he was starting a conversation with me in the first place.

With handcuff on his hands, Marcus reached for my hand. 'You tried to stop Octavia from killing me. I remember you yelling at her before everything happened.’

'If you think I care about you, you’re fooling yourself.’

'It means that there’s still somewhere in your heart that knows this isn’t right.’ Marcus grabbed my hand and held it tight.

Swiping my hand away, I bit my lip. 'You’re out of your mind.’

I felt Clarke’s stare and her confusion as Marcus and I argued. I don’t blame her, everything was perfectly fine until he chose to pick the wrong side.

'All I know is that you’re the enemy. You have been for six years. You don’t care about what happens to Wonkru as long as your traitor girlfriend is with you.’

'Mom, what is she talking about?’ Clarke grabbed Abby’s arm.

'Nonsense, just nonsense.’ Abby glared at me.

I chuckled and looked at Clarke. 'You ask her how she’s been doing all these years. It’s all going to be lies, trust me.’

'Get out, Y/N. Before I let Diyoza know you’re a threat.’ Abby spoke angrily.

'I’m a threat?’ I laughed as I started to walk away. 'If I tell Diyoza the whole truth about the Dark Year, she’ll come after you. Not me.’

Ignoring Abby’s comments that I was clearly able to hear, I went off to find Bellamy at a spot he wanted to meet privately.

Couple of minutes of walking, I finally made it to a building filled with sand. The Priamfaya really destroyed everything that was left on Earth.

'What’s going on here, “Skafaiya”?’ Bellamy crossed his arms as I approached him. 'Princess of Hell sounds pretty questionable. What were you guys doing down at the bunker?’

'Hey, you told me to meet me in the building by the fallen Polis Tower so I came. It’s been six years, Bellamy. Don’t you think we should save the interrogation for another time?’

He sighed, 'I’m trying to make sense of all this. War paint, grounder clothes and being commander? This isn’t like you.’

'I’m not commander and neither is Octavia. She’s the leader of Wonkru and I’m just there to help.’

I felt judgement in his eyes but I didn’t blame him. There was tons of things he needed to catch up on, too bad none of the information was something I wanted to talk about.

'All the warriors listening to everything Octavia say, seems like they’re scared of her.’ Bellamy looked at me, 'And scared of you too.’

'A lot of things happened down there, okay?’ I started to get a little irritated. 'I’m not here for a lecture from Spacekru, Bellamy. I came to see my boyfriend because I missed him after six freaking years.’

'Okay, okay. I’m sorry.’ He took my hand and pulled me towards him. 'We can talk about it another time but you have to tell me what happened soon.’

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I looked up at him. 'I don’t know if I can do that.’

'Why not?’

'It was Hell and I don’t want to relive it ever again.’ As I buried my face into Bellamy’s chest, I felt a sigh from him. I can tell it was frustrating for him to not understand what all was going on.

It wasn’t anything fun that happened down in the bunker for to share to anyone. It was a living nightmare, even the warriors from Wonkru didn’t want to talk about it.

How can I tell Bellamy what happened during the Dark Years? It was nothing but pain that I wanted to forget.

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forever-your-soldat · 5 years

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If You See Her

At the end of the day, we don’t know the person unless they show us who’s beneath the mask.

Chapter 1: Natasha Romanoff always believed that love was for children, so she stuck with just having fun. With her friends being a bit disappointed by her type of living, they couldn’t really do anything except for the occasional scolding. Can she keep her game going for long?

As I said before, I’ll be making this a series if it’s good, or if I feel like it, who knows? Also, I won’t be just putting characters in at the same time so don’t expect all three of the girls to be in this chapter automatically.

Criticism and suggestions are welcome. Also, tell me if you want me to tag you for future parts.

Picture is not mine.

Not her room.

Random bed.

Another stranger.

It was like that most days she thought as she finally got dressed and exited the blonde’s apartment. She was nice, pretty too, but she was just too goddamn talkative that Natasha found it irritating. She grimaced at the thought.

I hope she doesn’t call.

Even if she did though, Nat knew how to deal with that. Ignoring her toys was something that was almost second nature for her. But if they were persistent, she was good with pretending she didn’t know them.

Checking her phone for the time, Natasha sighed before she hailed a cab and headed back to her apartment. Clint had texted her, reminding her that they had a meeting with Tony and the others in the evening, which she’d forgotten when she came into the club last night.

When she arrived, the redhead fished out her keys and quietly entered. She knew that Wanda hated it whenever she came home after her one night stands. Because unlike Natasha, Wanda is a hopeless romantic. They were opposites, but that was how their friendship worked.

So when Natasha stepped into the apartment and the smell of coffee wafted into her nose, she knew what was to come. “You really have to stop that.” With a sigh accompanied by an eye roll, Nat left her shoes at the shoe rack and headed for the fridge while Wanda was making breakfast.

“Why don’t you go out with me next time and we find you someone?” The redhead quipped, making the brunette scoff while flipping a pancake. “I’d rather not have an STD, thank you very much.” The younger girl retorted before she started to put the pancakes to two plates.

See, the pair were best friends, both growing up and meeting each other in Russia. Natasha had also met Pietro, Wanda’s twin brother though they looked nothing like each other when Wanda had brown hair and green eyes while Pietro was blonde with blue eyes. When they moved to New York, however, he had gone and wanted a place of his own, a couple months after the three were living together. I need some guys around me, not just girls. Wanda would shake her head whenever she remembered.

He trusted Wanda to be fine, also she had Natasha with her, so it was all good for him.

“Hey, I’m healthy. And it’s not like I go out every night.” Natasha defended as she filled herself a glass of juice just as Wanda finished fixing the plates and placed them on the table. Natasha gave her a quick thanks before she started eating. “I’m just saying that I’m worried. The others, are too. What if the next time, the person you stay with was actually a psychopath?” Wanda frowned at the thought of her best friend getting hurt.

Natasha snorted. “You guys know that I can take care of myself, right?” She pointed out. “That’s not that point, Nat.” Wanda groaned as she rubbed her temples before the older woman relented. “Fine. I’ll be careful.”

“Thank you.”

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“Over here!” Wanda smiled brightly as she tugged Natasha to where the rest of their friends were waiting. When they were close enough, Wanda was quick to latch on to her brother, nearly squeezing him to death.

“Okay, okay! I missed you, too, so please don’t kill me!” Pietro patted her back and she let him go, laughing as she did. “I’m sorry. It’s just been a while since I saw you.” She apologized before turning to greet the rest.

Natasha ruffled the boy’s hair before she hugged Clint. “So, who were you with last night?” He asked and Natasha shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t remember. Carly? Anna? I don’t keep track.” Bucky rolled his eyes at the response. “Jesus, you’re worse than Tony.”

“Hey! I’ve changed!” The billionaire exclaimed.

“Shut it, Stark.” The redhead flipped him off. “She hasn’t texted or called you?” Bruce asked, none of them were really surprised with her spending the night with a random girl. “She texted a few times, asking me where I was, when we could meet, but eh.”

“That bad?” Steve raised his brows. “Not really bad, but she wouldn’t shut up.” Wanda piped up from next to her brother. “Her words, not mine.” She added when everyone looked at her. “Well, anyway, tonight isn’t about my sex life. Where’s the birthday girl?” Natasha shifted the topic as she turned to Tony.

“She went to call Rhodey and Sam since they’re almost here, and she has a friend tagging along.” Tony answered with a light wave of his hand. “Friend? This is the first I’ve heard of it.” Vision mumbled as he cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, what friend?” Clint added.

Tony realized his mistake and silently cursed before shaking his head. “She’s, uh, Pepper’s friend in middle school. Pepper ran into her yesterday when we were at the park and, yeah. They talked then being the great boyfriend that I am, thought why not let her come along. Pepper was over the moon, I swear.” He explained before checking his watch.

“Is she hot?” Pietro grinned making Wanda smack his arm. “What? Nat was thinking that too!” He defended while pointing at the redhead who held an amused expression. “I don’t ask. I wait and see.” She smirked while Tony shook his head. “Guys, come on. This is Pepper’s friend. Do not scare her off.”

PIetro and Natasha shared a look, making both Wanda and Clint shake their heads. “Who said anything about scaring her?”

“You are insufferable.” Steve sighed before he saw Sam and Rhodey coming closer. “Hey, sorry, we’re late.” Rhodey apologized as he dusted himself off. “What was the hold up?” Vision questioned as he shook his hand. “I bumped into this girl and stuff happened. Pepper was there though and told us to go ahead while she helped her.” Sam said while rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

After a few more minutes, Pepper finally arrived, talking with a girl none of them knew. She had h/l h/c and bright e/c eyes. She was wearing a light blue sweater, skinny jeans that was a bit ripped and a pair of Vans. Comfortable but presentable.

Natasha felt her grin growing as she eyed the girl. Clint nudged her from the side when he noticed and shook his head. “You heard Tony.” He warned her. “What? I’m not doing anything.”

Yet.

“Oh! It’s you. Look, I’m really sorry for earlier.” Sam quickly said and the girl smiled while waving a hand. “Oh, no, it’s okay. I mean, I planned on getting ripped jeans anyway.” She joked.

The girl then turned and her eyes found Tony. “Hey Mr. Stark.” She waved as he chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I told you, call me Tony. Any friend of Pepper’s is a friend of mine. Unless you’re trying to smuggle drugs or you’re a terrorist.” The girl grinned lightly before she pretended to think. “Oh, then I should really get going. Pep, it was nice seeing you again.”

Pepper rolled her eyes at the two before she smiled at the girl. “You guys have met for one day and you’re already acting like you’ve known each other your whole lives.”

A light cough and someone clearing their throat caught the three’s attention and they all turned to the group. “Oh! Right.” Pepper grabbed the girl’s hand. “Guys, this is Y/n.”

There was a chorus of ‘hey’s and ‘hello’s as the girl waved politely. “It’s nice to meet you. So far, I only know names since that’s all these two have told me so it’d be nice to finally be able to put faces on them.” She told them before Tony called for their attention so hey can head into the restaurant.

“She is hot.” Pietro mumbled and Wanda hit the back of his head while Natasha couldn’t wipe the grin off her face.

She is.

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After finally getting to know who was who, Y/n was very quick to make conversations with basically any of them. She was seated between Pepper and Vision and was currently talking to the latter about some food Vision hasn’t tried yet.

“It’s actually really nice, and it isn’t that complicated to make. So when you get lazy with what to cook, you can make that instead.” Y/n explained and the man nodded his head. “I’ll keep note of that. Thank you.” He smiled politely before Pietro spoke up.

“So Y/n, Pepper says you two were friends, but how come we’ve only met now?” He asked curiously and Y/n tilted her head. “Well, I just back three days ago.” She replied with a small shrug.

“Y/n has been traveling pretty much everywhere. She has her own youtube channel.” Pepper chimed in. The others seemed surprised by the revelation and the girl in question blushed as she hit the other’s arm. “You said you wouldn’t bring that up anymore!” She whined and the older girl merely laughed. “I don’t see what’s wrong with it. It’s been really successful and people love you.” She defended while Y/n huffed.

Natasha smiled at that. She wasn’t speaking as much as she usually did. She was observing the girl from across the table, noting every gesture, every movement.

Wanda was the only one to notice aside from Clint and they were both aware on what was running through her head.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but you kinda do look familiar, doll.” Bucky added in on the conversation. “I was thinking that, too. I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere.” Steve agreed.

Bruce snorted and Tony smirked widely. “Smooth. And here I thought you guys weren’t into the whole poly relationship. But I get it, sometimes you need a woman’s affection too.”

“Tony!” Pepper scolded him while both Steve and Bucky’s faces flushed in embarrassment and the others burst into laughter, minus Wanda, Natasha, Vision, and Y/n.

Wanda gave Tony a very displeased look. “You are unbelievable, Stark.” Y/n looked around in confusion, as did Vision and Wanda internally cooed. They both look like lost puppies.

“We don’t need another. We’re fine with just the two of us.” Bucky huffed out as he took Steve’s hand and Tony raised his hands in defense. “I was just asking.” Steve grimaced, his face still red as he shook his head.

“Steve and Bucky are together?” Y/n asked curiously as she looked at the two and they both stiffened a bit while the others went quiet as they all stared at her. “Um, yes. Is there a problem with that?” Rhodey shot back and the girl looked at him before she shook her head, realizing how rude she might have sounded.

“Oh! No, no! It’s not what you’re thinking. I was just surprised.” She laughed lightly. “I didn’t think I’d be meeting other people who are also open with their sexuality.” She told them with a kind smile directed to the couple.

“Wait a minute. You mean-”

Y/n cut Pepper off with a shake of her head. “There’s a bunch I have to tell you. But I’ll save that for another time.” She added before looking back to the couple. “And for your question, I’m not sure if you’ve seen me online or anywhere else since I’ve had a few projects here and there.”

Steve furrowed his brows. “Are you a model or something?” Y/n chuckled and waved her head. “Not really. I’m-” But she paused as her phone started to ring. “Hold that thought. I need to answer this, be right back.”

As soon as she was out of sight, all eyes turned to Pepper. “You’ve got an interesting friend there.” Sam commented with a playful grin. “Interesting is one word for it.” Clint mused. “Aside from youtube, what does she do for a living?” Natasha questioned and Pepper couldn’t help but eye her carefully.

“Well, from what I’ve dug up.” Pepper looked incredulously at her boyfriend. “You did research on my friend?” She asked him in disbelief. “It’s called protection.” He chimed and Pepper sighed in exasperation. “Anyway, her channel is a travel blog of some sorts and she’s an actress.”

Now that piqued Natasha’s interest. This might be even more fun than she’d thought.

So when Y/n finally came back, she apologized as she sat back down. “Ah- what I was saying earlier, I’m in some plays so maybe you’ve seen me in something.” She said to Steve, who smiled and nodded his head.

Thankfully, the dinner went on without problems. The group had grown very comfortable around Y/n as they talked about anything and everything. When it was time to go, they were all outside, ready to head home.

“How are you getting home?” Wanda asked when she adjusted her scarf around her neck and Y/n smiled. “I’m not really that close here, but I have to go somewhere before heading home, actually.” She answered as shoved her hands in her pockets.

“Work?” The shorter woman guessed and Y/n nodded her head. “I have to check in with the director since there’s a project coming up. He wanted me there as soon as possible.” She explained. “You should head on home. It’s getting pretty late and your friend seems to be getting impatient.” Y/n joked when she nodded to Nat’s direction and Wanda smiled, laughing lightly before she agreed.

“Okay. Hopefully, I get to see you on stage.” Y/n smiled at that. “I’ll see if I can pull a few strings.” She told her before hailing a cab. She gave Wanda a hug before she got in.

“It was really nice meeting you.”

And she was gone with a small wave from the window. “You too.” She breathed out before shaking her head and running after Natasha as she called for her to hurry up.

Unknown to her, Natasha was watching the whole exchange and she knew she was in for something new.

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