#And good poly representation

[embras-grace]

One thing I truly adore about Palia is the polyamory and general queerness. It's so nice that we can romance everyone so we don't miss any plots or items, but also its nice as a poly-queer person to see some representation in a game.

There is no jealousy. There is no hateful or painful breakups (as I understand it, if you break-up it is not mentioned and you restart the romance plot-line). No one makes negative comments about two pins or switching out pins.

It's so nice to see positive rep in a game and honestly such a breath of fresh air.

[marchtomydrums]

You're Safe Little One

Cordelia Goode x Ally Mayfair x Wilhelmina Enable x reader (mother/daughter)

“What are we going to do?!” Zoe shouts looking down at Madison who is passed out on the bathroom floor.

“I’m going to have to call my mom.” You sighed reaching for your phone.

“Are you insane?!” Zoe shouts grabbing your phone.

“Cordelia will be so pissed, and Mina might kill us all.”

“I know that’s why I’m calling Ally!” You yelled at her snatching your phone back.

Zoe rolls her eyes “You think Ally isn’t going to tell them?”

“She will tell them but at least she won’t freak out on me until tomorrow. Plus we need to get out of here those guys Madison met are giving me the creeps. And I’m feeling dizzy, I think they drugged us, Zoe.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know something just doesn’t feel right. I’m calling Ally.”

Zoe nods as she goes back to Madison to check on her. Meanwhile, you waited for Ally to pick up breathing heavily as the phone rang.

“Hey, honey.” She answers.

“Ally.”

“What’s wrong love?” She asked.

Damn, how did she know just by your voice? You think to yourself.

“Can you please pick me, Zoe, and Madison up? I know you’ll be mad but we’re at this party and there are some guys here and they’re giving me bad vibes. And they gave us drinks but Ally I don’t feel good. Something is wrong. And Mads is passed out and I can’t wake her up.”

“Where are you?”

“I can send you my location. We are all three locked in the bathroom. But ally..please hurry. And please don’t bring Mom and Momma. I know you guys will be mad but I don’t feel comfortable here.” You tell her.

“I’ll be right there,” Ally says hanging up the phone. You let out a breath of relief as you ended the phone call.

“So we’re good?” Zoe asked.

“Yeah. Ally’s cool. We will be fine.” You said giving her a small smile as you tried to center yourself.

It was not fine an hour later you felt worse and then you heard the door slam open and instantly you knew.

“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n!!!” The voice echoed throughout the house.

“Fuck.” You mumbled unlocking the bathroom door to see Cordelia, Mina, and Ally standing there.

“Ally.” You whined.

“Don’t blame her you know better!” Cordelia shouts. Looking over she sees Madison lying on the ground.

“Shit Madison.” She sighs walking towards her and leaving you with Ally and Mina.

“Did those boys hurt you?” Mina asked looking over at the group of young boys.

“No ma’am. I just got a weird vibe from them so I called Ally to bring us home.”

“Well I’m proud of you for that but I’m also extremely disappointed in you. Not only for drinking but for calling Ally and putting her in an impossible position.”

“I know.” You whispered bowing your head.

“You and Zoe go to the car. We will be there in a few.” She says.

You and Zoe nod your heads as you walk past her towards the car. Walking past Ally you stopped and whispered “I’m sorry Al.”

Ally nods as you walked past her sighing a bit as she watches Mina and Cordelia yell at the group of boys. Once Cordelia was able to lift Madison she walked to the car putting her in the back seat. Before they can leave Ally stops the older women.

“Listen I know she’s in trouble and she could have gotten hurt but let’s try to remember that they’re just teenagers before we make any decisions.”

“What’s your point?” Mina asked.

“My point is go back and remember what it was like to be 15. When I was her age I never would have called my parents. No matter what was going on. I didn’t trust them enough. All I’m saying is cut her some slack, please. She knew something was wrong and she called.”

“She called you!” Mina shouts.

“And maybe you should ask yourself why!” Ally shouts back.

“Because she thought you would lie to us. Because you’re the cool parent.” Mina scoffs.

“She knew I would tell you both eventually. She called me because she knew I would come no questions asked.” Ally says.

Cordelia sighs” She’s right Mina. We can both be a little hard on her. We expect a lot from y/n.”

Mina sighs “Clearly not hard enough. Look where we are. She could have been hurt!”

“Yes, but she called before it got that far. So maybe Ally is right, she should be cut some slack.”

“Let’s go home,” Mina mumbled walking to the car.

The ride home was spent in silence. The three women each had thoughts running around their minds. Madison and Zoe were passed out but you couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was the drugs or your anxiety but you couldn’t close your eyes.

Once you reached the academy Zoe and Madison wake up enough to walk to their rooms with the help of Myrtle and Misty. You stayed behind because you knew the night was nowhere near over for you. The three women sighed a breath of relief before heading straight into the living room.

“Y/n come here,” Cordelia calls out. You sighed walking into the room.

The three of them were sitting on the couch. Cordelia opens her arms out to you. “Come here, honey.”

You nod as you sit in her lap and she wraps her arms around you.

“Are you okay?”

You shake your head no. After everything that happened tonight, you finally broke once you realized you were safe.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have gone to that party. But it was fine at first until they gave us the drinks. The boys kept looking at us and asking if we were okay but I knew something was wrong. The room was spinning and once I realized Madison passed out I told Zoe I was calling Ally. I knew Ally would tell you guys but I didn’t want you to come and see me like that. I just wanted to come home. I’m sorry Mom.” You said crying into her shoulder.

“It’s alright baby you’re home now. You’re safe.” Cordelia says softly.

“I know I disappointed all of you. I’m so sorry.” You cried.

“Honey, you're young things like this happen. But I am very proud of you for calling me.” Ally says with a smile.

You returned the smile to her as you looked over at Mina. The thought of disappointing any of your moms was hard for you but especially when it came to the redhead.

“Momma... I…I’m sorry. I know you expect more from me and I let you down. I’ll do better I promise.” You tell her looking down at your feet feeling ashamed for letting her down.

“Little one look at me please,” Mina calls out.

Lifting your head slowly you make eye contact with her.

“When Ally told me what was going on I was so angry. I went there with every intention of yelling at you and causing a scene. And yes I was disappointed. But more than anything I was scared. Scared that something had or was going to happen to my little girl. I felt out of control and that scared me. Because I never want you to get to hurt. The thought of those boys hurting you frightened me. I know I’m hard on you. And I know that you worry that you’re letting me down. But that is far from the truth. You make me so happy and so proud to call myself your mother. And tonight I was extremely proud of you. Not only for calling for help but for taking care of Madison and Zoe and keeping the three of you safe until we got there. I love you sweetheart and I just want to always keep you safe that’s all. “

“I know. But still, I’m sorry Momma.”

“I know dear. Come here.” She says opening her arms out to you.

You crawled into her lap laying your head on her shoulder as you cried. The three women sat in silence as you cried. Each thanking the gods that you were safe but also thinking about what could have happened if they hadn’t gotten there in time.

“Momma I don’t feel good.” You whispered.

“How much did you drink?”

“Only one. I swear. I feel sleepy. “

“It's the drugs,” Ally states looking at the other women.

“They drugged them for sure. We all know Madison is a heavy drinker and she was out cold. Zoe mentioned Madison only had two drinks. Those boys had an agenda for sure.”

“ They’re lucky I didn’t kill them.” Mina growls.

“Agreed. But for now, let’s focus on the girls. I’ll have Myrtle and Misty stay with Zoe and Madison and we will take y/n to our room for the night. “ Cordelia says.

“Sounds like a plan,” Ally says standing up.

“Let me carry her Mina,” Ally says taking you out of the redhead's lap.

You groaned trying to focus on Ally but your eyes were too heavy.

“Ally?” You questioned.

“I’ve got you sweet girl. Everything is okay.” She cooed carrying you upstairs to their bedroom.

Once Cordelia and Mina checked on the other girls the three women laid down in bed with you. They watched over you as you slept peacefully.

“Some many things could have happened tonight.” Mina sighed caressing your cheek.

“True. But she’s safe now and that is all that matters.” Cordelia whispered.

“I know but..”

“Mina,” Ally calls out to her holding her hand tightly.

“She’s safe love. She’s alright.”

Mina nods her head as she bends down to kiss your forehead.

“You’re safe little one.”

[problemcore]

small minor-spoilery talk of deltarune chapter 3 in the tags

[etirabys]

watching black sails and shaking my head the whole time so the boyfriend I'm watching the show with knows I don't think it's good poly representation

[rowanoftheunknown]

I fucking hated the proposal actually

[templeofshame]

😕

can y’all shut the fuck up about our flag means death and start asking them to bring back AVENUE 5 a show with MULTIPLE women and men of color including TWO Black women main characters and MULTIPLE canon bisexuals and gays

you want a failmarriage? THESE GUYS BROKE UP AND ARE NOW STUCK WITH EACH OTHER FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE

you want an autistic nihilist that makes everyone uncomfortable? WE GOT ZACH FUCKING WOODS

you want a girlboss? THIS WOMANS NAME IS KAREN AND SHES A LITERAL NIGHTMARE

oh but you want a REAL girlboss? IRIS RUNS FUCKING EVERYTHING AND HATES FUCKING EVERYONE

you want canon polyamory? HOUSE MD IS MARRIED TO BOTH A WOMAN AND A MAN

woman engineers? we got that

elon musk allegory? we got that

like I’m so deadass serious I need this show back so bad

[moon-my-beloved]

office hours 💼 (poly!141 x fem!reader)

Working at a corporate job wasn’t as bad people deemed it to be. The pay was good enough to keep all your bills up to date and you really couldn’t complain other than how boring it was to sit down for eight hours checking over millions of emails everyday. Your tedious cycle is soon interrupted when your general manager urges you that you’re needed at the boss’s office, immediately.

You never liked Monday’s .

Not only were they a struggle to wake up to, but they were a constant reminder that a long week was ahead of you.

It was a bit weird to think about it now. To see yourself working in the business industry, let alone in a setting where you’ve heard and seen people overwork themselves to death. Perhaps it was the bad representation corporate jobs had but you like to think that you were one of the few lucky ones to land in a good working environment thanks to your good friend, Stella.

She was a good friend from the inside and out, and although you are very grateful for her practically saving you from getting evicted from your apartment a year ago, you valued your sleep. Wanting nothing to do but sink into the comfort of your freshly washed sheets.

However, your short-lived bliss was soon interrupted by your second alarm. A loud groan slipping past your lips as you slam your hand against the screen of your phone in hopes of it shutting off. It was 7 AM, meaning that you had about an hour and a half to get ready.

“Fuck me.” You groggily say, rubbing the sleep off your eyes as you hastily pull the blankets off of you, dragging yourself to the bathroom.

Brushing your teeth and washing your face took longer than you expected with the speed you were going at. Your outfit was next which didn’t take much time to pick with the few simple (boring) choices you had in your closet. You looked down at your watch only to curse at yourself at the time.

Hurriedly, you make your hair look presentable, sliding your feet into your heels as you grab your necessities on your way downstairs. Laptop, charger, headphones along with some important paperwork all getting stuffed into your bag with little care.

With your keys in hand, you were ready to start another week typing away.

You typically expect a folder already in your desk every time you walk through the doors of the 1-4-1 Corporation building. A bunch of paperwork needed to be checked over and reported for any mistakes along with looking over data was typically your day-to-day tasks. However, what you did not expect is to see a small paper bag filled not only filled with your favorite pastry, but also a steaming cup of hot chocolate next to it.

A smile stretches over your lips as you catch a glimpse of Stella’s own sly grin across from the panel separating you two. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” You tease, earning an eye roll from her as she shakes her head. “All the time.”

“Seriously, how are you not married yet? Anyone would be lucky to have a gem like you.” Mumbling the last bit to yourself as you get settled in, not wasting any time to take a bite of the sweet strawberry cruffin in front of you.

Stella just brushes her blonde hair to the side, going back to typing with a smirk. “Precious jewels like me need to be wary of the hungry hands of people.”

“A thank you would have sufficed, woman.” Immediately taking back your compliment back with a groan at her words in which Stella responds by simply throwing her head back in laughter at your embarrassed state.

“You’re no fun in the mornings, babes. So grumpy.” Your friend simply says, swiping some whip cream off your tasty muffin and bringing it up to her lips as you send a glare her way before taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

You get into the flow of things after finishing your breakfast. Going through last week’s reports and checking off papers so they can be sent off as well as checking off dates for any pending events or projects that need to be done before the end of the month. You send a couple emails to the other employees, reminding them of an upcoming meeting with your GM, David.

Speak of the devil, you see him approaching your desk. A rush in his step that has alarms bells raising in your head as his eyes scan the room before they’re landing on you. Uh oh. That can’t be good.

“Hey, can you come with me for a second?” He says rather swiftly, a stiff smile forming on his lips as he taps his finger against your desk.

“Uh.. yeah! Sure.” You respond back, flattening your hands across your skirt as you stand up. You send a quick anxious glance at your friend in which Stella replicates with a worried look of her own as she shrugs her shoulders, a direct way to show her own perplexity to the situation.

Following behind the steps of David, you take the opportunity to go over the things you could have possibly done wrong. Had you missed a report? Done a mistake on the data? Misspelled something? Or miss a date? No. That can’t be. Even with all the things racing through your mind— you can’t figure out why your general manager would want to meet you privately.

You don’t even notice when you two are in the elevator, going up the levels of the building until a small ‘bing’ and the click of the doors sliding open break you out of your frantic haze. Gulping down your nerves, you follow David out of the elevator, heels clicking against polished concrete floors as the man in fronts of you guides you through a hallway you don’t recognize.

Breaking the silence, you stop. David turning back to face you with an illegible expression as he stops in front of a door. “What’s going on? Am I getting fired?” You say, trying your best to hide the shaking in your voice as you stare at him.

“What-? No, no!” David shakes his head, letting out a sigh of his own as he tries to find the words to explain the oddity of him suddenly pulling you out of your seat. “I got a call from Laswell that you were needed at the boss’s office immediately. She didn’t give me an explanation.”

Laswell. Chief operating officer of the company which you only got to see her once when you barely started working for this company. That definitely did not put your nerves to ease, shifting your gaze to door in front of you as your eyes catch a nameplate. Johnathan Price, Chief executive officer.

What the hell.

“Look kid, I’m sure it’s nothing bad.” David says, grabbing your shoulders in an attempt to ground you despite his tone revealing his own doubt. You can only nod as you shift your eyes back to him, offering him a tight smile.

He doesn’t linger for long, telling you something along the lines to not say anything he wouldn’t say as if that helps the bile building in your throat with how nervous you are. You’re left alone after that, eyes boring into into the door before you’re taking a deep breath in, lifting your hand up to knock.

“Come in.” A gruff voice says from the other side of the door.

Lifting a shaky hand, you grip the handle and twist it open as you step into his office. Making sure to gently close the door behind you as you stand a few feet away from the man who can possibly ruin your life by firing you.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you meet his gaze. Cold and steady eyes meet yours, your back straightening without thinking.

His presence screams authority. Perfect ironed suit complementing his domineering look as he leans against his chair. His gaze never wavers, not even when he tilts head to point at the chair in front of him, silently telling you to sit down without uttering a word.

Your brain short circuits for a split second before your feet are swiftly making their way towards the chair. Hands pressed against the material of your skirt as you rest them in front of you, crossing your legs in hopes of coming off as calm and collected despite the sweat building up between your shoulder blades.

He’s analyzing you. Like a predator watching its prey with a sharp gaze, ready to pounce at any moment. You can’t help but squirm. He finally breaks the silence by letting out a soft sigh of his own, arms stretching to rest on top of his desk.

“I can tell you’re nervous and that’s partially my fault for bringing you here in such short notice.” He explains, offering you a sympathetic smile that has you instantly deflating and letting out a small chuckle of your own as you shake your head.

“It’s really no problem, sir,” you say, intertwining your fingers together to keep them from shaking as you offer a small smile, “just caught me off guard that’s all.”

He hums, eyes flickering down to your hands before they’re finding yours again. “Just John, sweetheart. You’ll be working with us soon enough so there’s no need for formalities.” He simply states, grabbing a folder from underneath his desk as he slides it towards you.

Us? What was that supposed to mean?

You break eye contact to look at the manilla folder in front of you. Mouth opening and closing like a fish with how hard it is to form words as you try to process his. “I-I’m sorry, sir— I mean John,” you stutter out, grabbing the folder in your hands and opening it to flick through the pages. “I don’t think I quite understand what you mean..” you drag the last part, your eyes catching onto something that has you stopping mid sentence.

“Request to transfer for the following recipient.”

It takes you a moment to read through all the pages, John’s own watchful gaze still on you as he lets you take in the details of his unexpected proposition. Taking a deep breath, you close the folder and set it back down once you’re finished. The man in front of you seems to be unaffected by the situation, a neutral expression on his face as he stares at you.

“We’ve went through all your records and heard all great things about you.” He assures you, your ears warming up at his praise while mumbling a small thank you. “It was really a last minute decision and I apologize for that. Our previous assistant has recently moved to another department and we took it as an opportunity to find a new set of extra hands.”

You nod to show your understanding, your eyes finding it hard to stay put on his face as he talks with that voice of his. Eyes lingering down to his beard, tie, the expand of his chest and the cuff of his sleeves. You flinch once he taps his finger against the hard table, eyes flicking back to him.

“Sorry.!” You squeak out, an amused eyebrow raised on his face as he stares at you. “Thought I lost you there for a moment. I know it must be a lot to take in right now but please, think about it.”

Everything after that is a blur, John leads you out of his office with his palm hovering over the span of your back as he wishes to hear back from you soon, leaving you with a sticky note between your fingers with his contact information in it, holding it tightly even when you get back to your station.

“What happened? Are you in trouble? Oh, please don’t tell me you got laid of—” Stella rushes, a worried look on her face once you return, her hands squeezing at your shoulders as you stop her rambling.

“Stella— no, I didn’t get laid off,” you say as relief washes over your friend, “I um, got a promotion?”

Stella’s eyes widen at that, a big smile stretching over her lips as she brings you into a tight hug. A small oof passing through your lips at the tight embrace, Stella congratulating you before she’s pulling away from you with furrowed eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you didn’t accept it.”

A pin could drop and you would hear it with how quiet it goes between the two of you as you stare at her with a guilty look. “Did you fall on your way here or something? What the hell, babes!” Your friend declares with bewilderment, flicking your forehead in which you respond with a small yelp as you rub the tender skin.

“Hey! He told me to think about it,” you defend yourself, letting out a soft sigh of your own as you sit back on your chair, the palm of your hand resting against your cheek, “I think he could tell I was close to disintegrating with how nervous I looked.”

Stella lets out a small snort at that, her own arms crossing against her chest as she stares at you, a look in her eyes that just screams spill. “He offered me to be his secretary,” you explain, avoiding eye contact as you start to type the last of your email you were working on before you were unexpectedly interrupted, “said that his recent one left to another department, permanently from the looks of it.”

Stella lets out a hum of her own, her chair squeaking as she moves closer to your desk. “So, what now? Going to leave little old me to fend for myself while you have all the fun?” She says, wiggling her eyebrows at you that might as well imply that you’re about to slide into your superiors pants.

You scoff at that, giving her a deadpan look of your own as you knock your heel against her leg, a small giggle of hers hitting your ears as she returns to her space. “Fine, fine! I’ll stop, but you should give him an answer before it’s too late.” She suggests, standing up as she mentions something about needing more copies before she’s running off.

The day painfully passes at a slow pace, eyes becoming dry and stinging from exhaustion the more you stare at the monitor in front of you. Stella had left long before you and her being so considerate, wanted to wait for you. You rushed her out before she could protest, telling her to get rest and that you needed to finish off some last reports.

Which was a lie, you had finished all your tasks long before your shift was over. There were a few people still lingering around but for the most part, it was practically empty which gave you the time to ponder and fiddle with the sticky note in your hand.

You don’t know why it’s taking you so long to give John a proper response. Nerves heightening every time you think of the man and the way he looked at you. It’s almost embarrassing to think about your superior in such ways, shaking your head to clear any bad thoughts once Stella words repeat themselves in your ear. It was a great offer, beyond great in fact which is why there’s an annoying itch in your brain that finds the whole situation strange.

You sit around for another good minute, checking the clock only to see that you’re thirty minutes past your official departure time.

Taking a deep breath, you scoot your chair, typing out the information from the small piece of paper into your computer as you click on a small icon.

You really hope you won’t regret this decision later on.

a/n: hi guys!! this is a bit rough around the edges since I have no idea how corporate jobs work but please lmk if I need to fix anything! I hope ya’ll enjoy it !

[marchtomydrums]

Boo Baskets 👻

Being the youngest in the relationship you kept up with more current social events more so than your girlfriends. Billie was always asking you about the newest lingo and constantly showing you TikTok’s. While Cordelia knew of some of it because of the girls in the coven she still wasn't very “hip” as she says. Wilhemina stayed away from it completely finding the app and most others to be idiotic.

However, it is now officially spooky season and you wanted to do something nice for your girls to ring in the season. What better way than a Boo Basket. Of course, the trend itself was a cute idea but you loved to shower the women with little gifts randomly so this gave you the perfect excuse.

The three baskets sat on the table waiting for their owners to arrive. Cordelia’s basket was filled with her favorite herbs and spices. A new book that she's had her eyes on, a cozy sage green blanket, and a few candies you knew she loved.

Billie’s basket was filled with fall-scented candles, perfume, her favorite “cheap” wine, pumpkin spice coffee beans, and a plush baby blue blanket.

Mina’s basket was filled with lavender bath bombs, her favorite chocolate candy even though she swears she hates chocolate, lavender candles, and a royal purple blanket.

At the bottom of each basket was a fun little spicy gift for later. You were so excited to give your gifts that you couldn't stand still as you waited for their arrival.

Finally, the front door opens and you hear

The sweet soft voices of your girlfriends.

“Babydoll?” Billie calls out.

“I'm in here,” you yelled.

The three women walked into the kitchen each with a big smile on their face.

“Hi,” you said cheerfully.

“Hi, sweetheart what are you doing?” Cordelia asked with a grin.

“I have gifts for each of you!” you said happily as you handed each woman a basket.

“What are these for?” Billie asked.

“It's a Boo Basket.”

“A what?!” Mina asked as her left eyebrow arched.

You giggled “ A boo basket. It's a trend on TikTok. You give your partner a basket of their favorite things for Halloween or fall. It's a really cute trend.”

“Of course, this is the work of that God-forsaken app you all are obsessed with.” the redhead says rolling her eyes.

“Awe come on Mina it's just a trend and I only did it because I wanted to get y'all stuff,” you said pouting your lips.

The redhead rolls her eyes once more trying to act annoyed but you see the smallest little smirk on her lips.

“Oh y/n! I love this!” Billie squeals happily.

You laughed “I'm glad.”

“That was such a sweet idea. Thank you babydoll.” the blonde says as she hugs and kisses you.

“Sweetheart I've been dying to get this book. Thank you!” Cordelia grins.

You smiled wrapping your arms around her back. “You're welcome. I love you.”

“I love you too.” she smiles.

You sighed as you walked over to your most stubborn girlfriend. The redhead was sitting at the table looking at the items in front of her. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

“Do you like it Mina?” you asked softly.

“Yes. But you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know. But I wanted to because I love you.”

“Come here you.” She says pulling you around to sit in her lap.

You giggled as her lips attached to yours.

“I love you little one.”

“I love you too.”

“I’ll have to make you a basket as well.” She says with a sweet smile.

“Actually there is a gift for me at the bottom of each of your baskets. Something for later,” you said with a smirk.

“Oh really?” Cordelia asked.

“Mmhmm.”

Billie laughs as she pulls out the handcuffs from her basket. Cordelia follows showing the blindfolded, and Mina reveals the gag.

Her eyebrows arched as she looked at you

“Well, little one seems like we will be having quite a night Hmm?”

[fairytaleendingss]

Hello! I’m loving Room For One More, and you said you were taking requests?

This is kind of a general one, but could you do another chapter focusing on Remus’ chronic illness?

I struggle with severe chronic pain and chronic illness in general and haven’t had a relationship in 5 years bc of it (it’s hard to meet people and a lot of people see it as a burden, unfortunately) so seeing cute fluffy things with chronic illness representation gives me hope for the future 😅

Thanks for the consideration :))

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Room for One More?

Chapter 13

Summary: You and Remus have some time to bond.

CW: Depiction of chronic illness, alcohol consumption.

Pairing: Poly!Marauders x fem!reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

So I received this request a few months back and I feel really guilty that I haven't gotten to it sooner. I know how important representation is and I wanted to make sure I gave it a the proper time and thought it deserves. I also I wanted to include it somewhere that made sense to the plot of the story and I hadn't found a good spot previously.

I feel like I could've done better during this series in general with including Remus' illness and I'm going to try harder to make more reference to it in the remaining chapters. I feel that my representation of RA throughout this story hasn't been present enough since it was introduced and I'd like to try to capture a more accurate depiction of it going forward.

One again, I want to disclose that I myself do not suffer from any chronic illnesses, so I apologise for any inaccuracies that may be in here.

I hope this is what you were looking for, anon and sorry again that it took so long. Enjoy the chapter.

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Mary was staring. Leaning up against the kitchen counter in her brand new apartment. It was her housewarming party. She and Lily had just moved in to a new place together and decided to throw a celebration. All of their friends were there, crowded around, drinking wine and listening to an eclectic shared Spotify playlist.

However, there was something not quite right about the picture she was looking at. She was watching from across the room as you and James danced together, laughing goofily as you pretended to know what you were doing. Beside you on the couch sat Remus and Sirius, snuggled up together, laughing at the display.

She narrowed her eyes as she watched. She was happy for you all, of course she was. She loved how happy you'd recently seemed, however, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was something... off about the new sets of couples that had recently emerged in the apartment.

"Is everything okay, love?"

"Huh?" she was snapped from her thoughts as Lily came to stand beside her, rubbing a gentle hand down her girlfriend's arm.

Lily chuckled. "I wanted to know if everything's okay. You look like you just bit down on a lemon."

Mary raised her brows. "Do you think something weird's going on with them?"

Lily glanced across the room. "No? I think they look happy."

"Hmm, maybe," Mary responded, unconvinced. "I just feel like there's something we're missing."

Lily just smirked, taking Mary's glass of White Wine from her hand. "I think you've had a few too many glasses of this tonight."

Mary rolled her eyes affectionately. "Nonsense. I don't know what you're talking about."

Lily leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her girlfriend's waiting lips.

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The energy in the room was high as Mary's playlist gave soundtrack to the evening. You and James were dancing around the room, utterly embarrassing yourselves while Sirius and Remus sat curled up together, Sirius throwing his head back and groaning dramatically every time a Taylor Swift song came on.

"Come on, Sirius. You aren't fooling anyone!" James exclaimed towards his friend as he twirled you playfully. "I know you listen to 1989 while you work out."

"I do not," he grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. "Back me up here?"

He looked up at the man his lap was played across, however, Remus only shrugged. "Sorry love, you hum in your sleep."

Sirius sighed thickly. "You all are the worst. How am I supposed to maintain my rockstar image with accusations like these!"

"I say own it," you chimed in.

"Come on, mate! You know you want to dance!" James exclaimed, doing that stupid lasso throwing move towards him, causing you to let out a loud groan at his silliness.

"I do not," Sirius huffed petulantly.

"Yes you do!"

Sirius paused for a moment, weighing his options before rolling his eyes and begrudgingly standing.

James cheered as Sirius began to join in, moving goofily around to the music. You couldn't help but chuckle as you watched the two dance together. They were always a chaotic duo.

You looked over at Remus who was watching on affectionately.

"You want to join us?" You asked, extending a hand to the man.

He chuckled but shook his head. "I'm alright here, thank you."

"Oh come on, Rem," Sirius exclaimed. "It'll be fun!"

"I'm alright," he stated once more.

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Uh, yes," he muttered bashfully. "Truth be told, I'm not feeling the best this evening."

"Rem! Why didn't you say anything," James all but shouted, moving to take a closer examination of his friend.

"It's nothing, really. Just my usual symptoms," he tried to brush off but you could see the crease of pain between his brows.

"Well, this won't do," Sirius muttered. "Come on, I'll take you home."

Sirius moved to find the car keys but Remus stopped him with a tug of his wrist.

"Sirius wait. I'm fine, I promise. You were really looking forward to tonight. Besides, I'm designated driver, remember?"

"Oh. Yeah," Sirius hummed, deflating slightly.

"That's okay. I can take you. I've only had one drink," you intervened.

"A-are you sure?" Remus inquired, looking at you guiltily. "I don't want to pull you away from the party."

You smiled at him. "It's okay. There'll surely be others."

"Well thank you. I really appreciate that," he responded sincerely.

"It's no problem, Remus. Let's get going."

--

Up close, it became all too apparent that Remus really wasn't feeling well. His eyes were shut and he was resting his head against the passenger window the entire way home, his face pinched in pain.

You couldn't help but cringe in sympathy. You wanted to say something but you weren't sure what would be helpful right now, if anything at all. So instead, you drove in silence. You said an internal thank you to whatever higher power encouraged Mary and Lily to move only 20 minutes from where you lived.

Remus sat up slowly, blinking heavily as you pulled into the garage of your building. You looked over at him, biting the inside of your cheek.

"The stairs are going to be a pain," you muttered sympathetically.

Remus sighed deeply and ran a hand down his face. "'Just have to get it over with I suppose."

You exited the car before making your way around to the passenger side to assist Remus. Where he normally would have seemed uncomfortable with this kind of doting, today he just felt grateful.

His joints were so stiff that he could barely make it up the stairs at all but with your support and a lot of effort you managed to get to the front door.

Walking into the apartment, you deposited him on the couch. He groaned and lifted his heavy legs up so they were stretched out in front of him. You sighed deeply as you watched.

"Can I get you anything?" You asked gently. You couldn't help the pang of worry that was congealing in your stomach as you watched him. He was looking extremely pale and there were drops of sweat beading across his forehead, an indicator of the pain he was experiencing.

"My wheat bag would be nice if it's not too much trouble," he muttered stiffly.

"No of course not!" you were quick to respond. "I'll be right back."

You couldn't help but watch him over the kitchen bench as the bag went around in the microwave. You bit your lip nervously. You weren't quite sure what to do to make him feel better. In the time you'd lived with the boys, you'd seen him go through a few flare ups here and there but nothing nearly as bad as this one, and you'd never been here with him on your own either. You'd always had one of the other boys to help out.

You thought for a moment about calling James or Sirius for help but you quickly dismissed that idea. You were being silly. You and Remus had on good terms as of late, you would even go so far as to call him a friend. And he'd taken such good care of you when you'd been unwell all those weeks back, the least you could do was repay the favour.

You straightened up as the microwave began to beep and hurried to deliver the bag to Remus.

He looked up slowly through tired eyes when you returned, smiling appreciatively.

"Where do you want this?"

"My right knee," he muttered and began to carefully lift up his pant leg.

Your eyes widened as he revealed the red, swollen joint.

"Remus! This looks awful!"

You gently placed the wheat bag on the appendage and he let out a gentle sigh of relief.

"Thank you. It's really not that bad."

You gave him a look that told him you could tell he was lying.

"You don't have to pretend to be okay, you know? I'm here to help. I want to know what's really going on."

He let out a breath and ran a shaky hand down his face. You watched as his front receded ever so slightly. In all honesty, he was too tired to put it on anymore.

"Do you mind grabbing the pills from beside my bed?"

You smiled at him gently. "Of course."

--

You spent the next while doting on Remus. You got him everything he needed, completed his usual chores around the house and even ordered food from his favourite Chinese place for dinner.

All the while, Remus thanked you profusely and you could see the guilt that lingered behind his eyes, despite your continuous reassurance that you were happy to help.

It was about 11pm when you found yourself sitting in the arm chair beside the couch where Remus was situated, watching Netflix together. Every now and then your gaze would flicker towards him, eyes flitting over his features in an attempt to assess how he was feeling. You couldn't help but take notice the way his lips pursed in concentration as his gaze stayed glued to the TV, or the way his hair, in need of a cut, was slightly disheveled and began to curl around the base of his neck. There was something endearing about him, you observed. He was handsome in a sort of tender and understated way. Where James was strong and buff and had a boyish charm, and Sirius' look was bold and unique, Remus' attractiveness was more subtle. He had gentle features and dark, kind eyes that you couldn't help but become lost in. There was something so intriguing and mysterious about him that made you curious to learn more, even during the times where you hadn't been friendly. He was unlike anyone you'd known before.

"You can stop worrying, you know?" He drawled lowly, not turning his gaze away from the TV.

You sat back in your seat, being broken from your thoughts. "I'm not."

"Yes you are. I can feel you looking at me."

"Oh well, excuse me for being concerned about you."

He sighed thickly. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Remus," your voice was small as you replied. There was so much on your mind, especially when it came to him. So much about him you didn't understand.

You bit your lip as you turned back to the TV, watching the colours flicker and flash through the screen, casting light in the otherwise dark room.

After a moment you heard a shuffling begin beside you. Your eyes widened as you turned to look at Remus, who was attempting to swing his legs over the side of the sofa.

"Remus, what on earth are you doing? You're in no position to be walking around right now."

"I'm not! I promise. I was just trying to make some room."

"Oh." Your brows furrowed as he scooted over on the couch. You weren't quite sure what he was trying to do until he patted the spot beside him, glancing up at you with hopeful eyes.

"Will you sit?"

It seemed a peace offering of sorts.

Hesitantly, you got up from your chair and moved to sit beside Remus. Once he was sure you were comfortable, he carefully placed the blanket he was previously using over both your laps.

You looked at him skeptically, unable to gather what was going on in his head. Remus was just like that. Completely unreadable. An enigma.

He cleared his throat nervously. "I'm sorry if I've been a little short with you."

"Remus, it's okay," you responded sincerely. "You're in pain. It isn't your fault."

He sighed. "I don't just mean today."

He turned to look at you, guilt clouding his chocolate eyes.

"I've behaved poorly towards you ever since you moved in. I know it's no excuse but if I'm being honest, I was scared," he didn't know entirely why he felt the need to say it. Maybe it was the medicine or the pain or a combination of both but you'd been so undeservingly kind to him this evening. And all these feeling had been swirling around inside of him for so long, they were ready to burst out of him.

"Things weren't easy for me growing up with... all this." he gestured absently to his leg that was now propped up on the coffee table. "People weren't always understanding about it. Especially when I was younger. It took me a long time to find a place where I felt accepted and not like I was an outcast or a burden. I suppose that means I don't take too kindly to change."

He scratched the back of his neck, feeling his walls slowly but surely begin to lower, as you watched him sympathetically.

"But that was no reason for me to be cruel to you when you've been nothing but kind in return. So for that I'm sorry."

You smiled gently. "Remus, that's okay. I understand."

You shuffled closer to him. "And I'll have you know that no one thinks of you as a burden. You have amazing friends who care about you so much. And as scary as it is to be vulnerable around new people, I promise I would never judge you. I'm always happy to help whenever you need me."

He let out a breath of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He smiled at you kindly, appreciation pooling in his eyes.

"You're wonderful. You know that?"

His words sunk in to your skin and you felt heat rise to your cheeks, suddenly exposed under his gaze. Your eyes fell to your lap as a nervous chuckle escaped you.

Remus reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was unbearably tender. You looked back up at him. His eyes flickered with vulnerability as a heavy tension settled between you, completely unlike the kind that has encompassed you before. Your heart began to race.

It was at that moment, the door burst open and James and Sirius stumbled into the flat.

"Honey, I'm homeeee!" you heard James call out, followed by a excessive amount of snickering from Sirius.

You pulled away from Remus suddenly, scooting back on the couch as if you'd been burned.

"You two are back early," you remarked in surprise.

"We just missed you guys too much!" James exclaimed as he came around the back of the couch and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek. His breath smelt like wine.

"How are you feeling, my love? Did Y/n take good care of you?" Sirius cooed, coming to sit beside Remus on the arm of the sofa and running a hand through the mans hair.

"She did a lovely job. I might have her replace you next time."

You chuckled and watched as Sirius pressed a hand to his chest and gasped dramatically in mock offence.

"I can't believe this! My own lover is replacing me. How ever will I go on?"

You giggled once more as Remus rolled his eyes fondly.

"On that note, I think it's time for bed, love." Remus turned his attention to you. "Thank you again for all your help tonight."

You smiled gently. "Don't mention it."

--

As you laid in bed with James' arms curled around you, sleep refused to come.

There was a heavy lump of guilt in your stomach and you didn't fully understand why. It wasn't like you'd done anything wrong. Nothing had even happened. You and Remus had just been talking, that's all. However, the feeling hung over you like a raincloud over your head.

You rolled over to face the boy beside you. The sweet boy who you truly cared for so deeply and you snuggled into his chest.

You shut your eyes tightly, trying to rid your mind of the thought. But as you began to drift off, it was Remus' eyes you saw.

You wondered as you fell asleep, if it was possible to have feelings for more than one person at the same time.

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[mswyrr]

Mensah seemed liked a good canonical depiction of someone with an anxiety disorder who is usually able to manage it well, but is currently far away from her support network (her poly partners, friends, kids, maybe therapist, maybe pets, etc and her routine and sense of safety), on an increasingly dangerous mission that matters to the future of her whole planet, and facing the moral dilemma of how to live out an abstract belief (bots are people) when it's suddenly real and obvious and right in front of her (and also part of the *increasing danger*). She clearly has good coping mechanisms, and self-awareness of her disability, which is why she is able to live her beliefs and uphold her obligations despite all of that. That's really neat, realistic and humane representation, actually.

[mayrose713]

Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 17

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

Chapter 17

“Wow!” Y/n looks around in awe. “Are farmers markets always this big?” 

“Jeju does a mix of a farmers market and a craft fair.” Minho smiles as he holds her hand to make sure she doesn’t leave his side. “Most of the booths are venders from the island but some do come from the mainland too, why it’s so big.”

“Make sure to stay close to us at all times, princess.” Hyunjin smiles down at her as they start to walk into the busy crowd. 

“Are we sure it’s a good idea to have Hyunjin in the sun after he got sunburned at the beach the other day?” She looks up at the beta’s still red cheeks.

“I made him put sunscreen on today.” Minho reassured her. 

“More like had Chan and Changbin hold me down while you applied it.” Hyunjin grumbles, crossing his arms.

“What are we looking for specifically?” The omega looks around feeling that with all the booths that are set up one of them will have whatever you are looking for.

“Right now we’re not looking for anything specific.” Hyunjin grabs her other hand. “That’s what’s great about craft fairs, you might find something you didn’t know you were needing. If something catches your eye just let us know.”

“The only thing we do need is I’m wanting to get a few things for dinner tonight but we’ll grab those things closer to being done here.” Minho says while looking around them. 

“What are you planning on making?” Hyunjin looks at the alpha.

“I was thinking some bibimbap and kimchi stew.”

“God I love your kimchi stew.” He hums, already excited for dinner when it’s still late morning.

They walk around the craft fair for a while, stopping at many booths. Y/n bought a few nick-nacks for her room to personalize it to be more her with some of the cash Chan had given her. Hyunjin of course tried to buy everything she thought was remotely interesting, which she deemed wasn't necessary, but she did let him buy her a few pieces of art for her room. 

As the omega and beta look at some more art pieces, Minho walks off to one of the handmade jewelry booths. He gazes over them carefully but none really catch his eye until he sees a few necklaces with pendants made into shapes out of gemstones.

“I see you’re taking interest in these beautiful crystals.” The stall’s owner walks up to him, an older alpha male. “All of these are hand shaped by me in my workshop, one of a kind you could say. There are no two pendants alike.”

“Sweetheart, the poor boy doesn’t want to hear the long process of how you make them.” An older female omega places her hand on the man's chest with a small smile before looking at Minho. “Is there a certain piece of jewelry or maybe a shape you are looking for? Or a certain gemstone?”

“Ummm, I’m just kind of browsing. Though these are beautiful.” He looks over the pendants again, thinking about how Y/n would look wearing one of these.

The boys had all discussed collaring her at some point like they did with Felix after he came out as feeling more omega like. Hundreds of years ago collaring an omega normally meant they were your property but it changed to eventually mean a representation of love. Pack members normally gift an omega a collar as a form of a promise ring now and to show other alphas that the omega has a mate, or mates, if they can’t see the claiming bites. Though collars aren’t as common these days after the disease almost wiped omega’s out. Even though many alpha’s and packs have omega’s sold to them now, collars being a representation of love has not changed. 

“Are you looking for a piece of jewelry for someone specific?”

Minho hesitates before nodding. “Yeah, for one of my fated mates.” He looks up at the women before turning his head to where Hyunjin and Y/n are still browsing at another booth. “She’s our omega.”

The couple look towards the omega and beta that Minho is looking lovingly at with a smile. “She’s beautiful.”

“Have you thought of collaring her?” The male asks, making the younger turn back to them.

“We’ve discussed it but when we look at collars online none ever stick out to us as one we want to give her.”

“Well you don’t want to be giving her any of these necklaces, that’s all they are.” The man grabs a case from inside the booth and places it on the table. “We do have a special selection of collars though.”

Minho’s eyes widen when he opens the case showing many beautiful collars, the pendants all shaped differently and made of different gemstones.

“You know, crystals all have different meanings right? Almost like they have powers to help with different aspects you are needing in life.” The woman asks.

“I’ve heard of that.” He nods, even though he never really believed in the crystals being anything more than pretty rocks, he feels that Y/n might see them the same way as this omega does. “What do each one of these mean?”

“Son, they all have so many different meanings.” The male laughs. “But lucky for you my wife here always knows how to narrow down the crystal selection just by looking at the person it is meant for.”

His wife gazes at Y/n for a moment before looking at Minho with a sad smile. “She’s been through a lot hasn’t she?” He looks at her surprised. “Before she met your pack she wasn’t well loved or treated? I feel that she didn’t really come to terms with her omega representation until she met you guys huh? This is her first time experiencing a real pack dynamic.”

“How did you…?”

“I told you she’s good.” The alpha sighs, not happy with what his wife deduced from the girl.

“Based on that and the fact you guys are wanting to give the collar to her as more of a promise ring, I recommend either rose quarts or amethyst.” She points to the pendants that are blush pink, violet and purple. “Rose quartz is known as the ‘crystal of unconditional love’. It's associated with the heart chakra. A popular stone for attracting love and strengthening relationships as it can create trust, tolerance, and feelings of self-love. Amethyst is known as the stone of St. Valentine, a symbol of faithful loves. A popular choice for those seeking a soulmate, it can balance emotions and bring a sense of calm.”

As Minho listens he looks at all the pendants closely, he feels more drawn to the amethysts. Many of the pendants are shaped like hearts, animals, moons, stars and so much more. He finally sees one that's a bit hidden behind two hearts and he grabs it to see that it’s a shape of a compass rose.

“This one.” Minho feels it deep down that the others will also agree that it’s the one.

“Perfect choice.”

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The three walk through the farmers market area, the males already carrying a few bags of ingredients for dinner, Y/n just following along with a smile as she admires everything. She then spots a booth selling little desserts that are being made fresh on little gas stoves. 

“What are those they’re making?” She stops near the booth watching as one person works a stove with a fish mold on it, and another frying what looked to be little pancakes.

“They’re making bungeoppangs and hotteoks.” Minho explains watching the girl rather than the chefs.

“Have you seriously never had them before?” Hyunjin looks at her shocked when she shakes her head no. “Man, your family really deprived you of a lot.”

“Well let's get some then.” Minho walks over to the booth and orders them each a fish shaped pastry and a small basket of the sweet pancakes. 

They walk over to a small rest area with tables set up for people to sit and eat. 

“Eat the hotteoks first. They’re better warm.” Hyunjins already digging into his mini pancakes as Minho watches her waiting to see her reaction to the desserts.

She takes a bite and her eyes light up. “These are amazing.” She takes another bite before she has even finished chewing the first one. 

“Slow down, kitten.” Minho warns as he now eats his. “Don’t want you to choke.”

She blushes and slows down, eating the rest of the pancakes before moving on to the fish shaped pastry. She takes a bite but doesn’t have the same reaction to it as she did the hotteok.

“It’s good, but I like the hotteoks better.”

“I figured you would.” Hyunjin nods with a smile watching her eat the bungeoppang. 

“I’ll make you some homemade hotteoks whenever you want.” Minho smiles.

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[foldingfittedsheets]

So I went to Geek Girl Con this year and the best panel we attended was one where Librarians recommend your next spicy romance read and since they provided a list I figured I'd share the list because why the hell not? I don’t know how long they will leave the link up sorry All synopsis will be what I remembered from the panel without any research into the title so buckle up! I feel like it's pretty obvious which ones I was more interested in based on what I remember.

Triple Sec - Spice Level 2 Queer/Fiction

This is a poly plot wherein a cynical bartender gets swept up in a new romance with a lady in an open marriage and then sparks start between all three.

Band Sinister - Spice Level 4 Queer/Period

A period romance between two guys, the local playboy and our leading lad who meets the local playboy when his sister gets into an accident on the guy’s property. He finds a lovely community very different than the rake's reputation suggested and gets drawn into a romance against his better judgement.

Here We Go Again - Spice Level 2 Queer/Fiction

A wlw romance between two girls with a history who need to go on a roadtrip together and reconnect on the drive. Childhood friends I think?

Payback's a Witch - Spice Level 2 Queer/Fantasy

A wlw romance between Emmy and Talia (I'm cheating I've read this one before and liked it). Emmy left her hometown and magic behind after an embarrassing rejection from the most powerful magical family's scion. She comes back into town and finds her best friend and the stunning Talia have both now been wronged by the same guy. They convince Emmy to join a pact to get back at him together and Emmy and Talia grow closer through the power of revenge.

Act Your Age Eve Brown - Spice Level 2 Het/Fiction

A chaotic autistic female lead runs into a by the book boy after one of them gets hit by the others car and she ends up staying with him. They form a very sweet bond and the representation was lauded as being very precious.

Merry Inkmas - Spice Level 4 Het/Fiction

A cool alternative barista gets fired in front of her crush for giving a homeless man a free coffee and her crush hires her on the spot to work for him instead. They start up a relationship that he warns has an expiration date which suits her fine- or does it? Hijinks ensue.

D'Vaughn and Kris Plan a Wedding - Spice Level 4 Queer/Fiction

A wlw romance under false pretenses, they agree to get married for a reality TV show. There's an influencer and a shy one can’t remember who’s who, the shy one decided national television is a good way to come out to her family. As the competition continues real feelings start to rear their head between the two.

The Prospects - Spice Level 4 Queer/Fiction

Uhhhh baseball boys? The boys play baseball... mlm romance. Baseball.

Something Wild and Wonderful - Spice Level 3 Queer/Fiction

Two guys are both hiking a grueling trail from Mexico to Canada. After running into each other repeatedly they strike up a connection and eventually a relationship. One of the guys is still spiritual despite rejection from the church and it's healing for the other guy.

Prince and Assassin - Spice Level 4 Queer/Fantasy

An assassin is sent on a mission to take out a prince. While waiting for his orders to pull the dagger the two men grow closer and the assassin realizes he may not be able to kill off the prince as he learns more about him- but his sister's life is forfeit if he fails. Dramaaaaa

After Hours on Milagro Street - Spice Level 5 Het/Fiction

I cheated and had to refresh my memory as I fully forgot the plot. A bar is entrusted to new management in the form of a tattooed tough lady. A child of the family who's always run it takes issue with her management and sparks fly as they learn to compromise.

The Pairing - Spice Level 5 Queer/Fiction

A couple breaks up before taking an amazing food tour across Europe and neither goes. With their tickets to the tour about to expire both decide to say screw it and go anyway, presuming that they couldn't possibly run into each other. They do. They they proceed to try to out slut each other while eating delicious food to prove how over each other they are. They aren't.

Hunt the Stars - Spice Level 3 Het/Sci fi

Human/alien pairing I think? As a bounty hunting crew takes a dangerous job and in the midst of peril find undeniable chemistry despite some fraught history between the two species.

A Holly Jolly Ever After - Spice Level 5 Het/Fiction

A previous child actor has found herself in a loveless marriage. She finally breaks free of her husband and takes a huge hit to her public image. She takes a job on a Hallmark style Christmas movie with another previous child star boyband. He has always had a crush on her and while paired as romantic leads on the film she admits to him she's never had an orgasm. We can see where this is going.

Morning Glory Milking Farm - Spice Level 5 Het/Fantasy

Stay with me. Minotaur. Milking. Farms. But it's not milk, guys. So a down on her luck girl takes a great paying job on a farm which I think is like phone sex? and makes a connection with one of the beefy boys get it. Genuinely tactful conversations around consent despite the goofy premise. Monster fuckers will enjoy.

Hate to Want You - Spice Level 5 Het/Fiction

Romeo and Juliet style warring families who hate each other because of grocery stores, I think. A boy and girl get together once a year and hate fuck each other about it but things get hard when she moves back into town for real and they keep bumping into each other.

Consort of Fire - Spice Level 5 Queer/Fantasy

A princess and knight go to take down a dragon but wind up falling for him instead? I feel like that's enough said. Poly dynamic and dragons, that's all it took for me to put in a hold.

Dating Dr. Dil - Spice Level 3 Het/Fiction

Fake dating a hot doctor to get her family off her back. 'Nough said.

Satisfaction Guaranteed - Spice Level 2 Queer/Fiction

A lady inherits a sex toy shop and drops her job to try to save it. The store manager doesn't think much of her and they both have to work together to get the shop back on its feet.

Role Playing - Spice Level 3 Het/Fiction

A forties lady joins a message board for gaming and strikes up a conversation with someone she assumes is a teenager. The guy thinks he's talking to a grandma. They meet and realize they're in the same age bracket and have a lot in common.

[willsimpforanyone]

Hya!!I was wondering if you could do a poly!solangelo x child of posioden!reader smut. Like a bit of a friendly/cute tease of how Nico keeps falling for posioden kids. I hope your having or had a good day! Also your work is like the meaning of a MASTERPEICE!!!!!!!! Thank you😁

thank u for being so patient and so sweet about my work! <3

all characters are over 18, they have an apartment or something together etc. also i made the reader amab!nonbinary because i don't have enough representation of enby sex with a dick

Even I could feel the heat from Nico's gaze as I blowdried my hair, ruffling the strands between my fingers. I smirked to myself, making eye contact with Will as he brushed his teeth.

"Do you think he thinks he looks brooding?" I stage-whispered, feigning secrecy between myself and the taller of my partners. Will snorted, and immediately sputtered toothpaste over the sink.

"It went up my nose!"

I cackled, throwing my head back and turning off the hairdryer to set it down on the bathroom counter. Nico's voice growled (read: whined) from the open door of the bedroom- "That's karma for laughing at their stupid comment."

"Aw, the edgy bastard can't handle being called an edgy bastard?" I teased, coming to lean against the doorframe as Nico stayed propped up on his elbows, laid on the bed.

He stuck up a middle finger and I blew him a kiss.

"Be nice to the edgy bastard," Will cooed, coming to wrap his arms around me from behind and hooked his chin over my shoulder. His minty breath brushed cool over my cheek. "You know how he gets about Poseidon's kids."

The other middle fingers came up as Nico flopped to lie flat on his back to swear at both of us. "I am not- I don't get like anything, fuck the both of you."

"Is that on the table?" I grinned, leaning back into Will and feeling his hands drag from my waist to my hips. Nico emitted an indignant, affronted noise that mellowed out into something approximating curiosity. Interesting. "Answer me, baby, do you wanna fuck both of us? Or... do you want both of us to fuck you?"

Will's hum vibrated through my ribcage and he nosed at my cheek. "Maybe he wants to see you all powerful and shit, I think. Powerful the way that P-"

The speed at which a pillow thumped into the both of us was honestly impressive, and I shrieked a laugh as it smacked into my (and therefore Will's) face. Nico was now sat up, arms crossed and a disgusted expression on his face. "Don't even, do not bring that name into our sex life, that boy was a mistake I wish never to repeat."

"Hey," I pouted playfully, picking up the pillow and throwing it back. "That's my half-brother, y'know."

Nico threw his hands up in the air and flopped down onto the bed. "Why, why must you remind me of that, do you hate me? I won't let either of you fuck me if you remind me that I'm dating the half-sibling of the first guy I had a crush on when I was 14 when I am now 24 and a whole ass adult who would like to not talk about dumb 14 year old love."

"Hey!" Will protested, waddling with me over to the bed and dragging me down onto it with him. "I have no relation to He Who Shall Not Be A Part Of Our Sex Life."

I had to agree that he deserved the second pillow to the face that Nico served him, and I wiggled out of Will's grip to go crawl over to the son of Hades. "Won't mention it again, Neeks, promise, I'm sorry."

The pout I recieved was adorable and I was utterly powerless to resist kissing it. I was rewarded with a shy smile and hands coming to rest on my shoulders. "Thank you, baby, I appreciate that."

I nodded, kissing him once again. "Now, seriously, do you wanna fuck? 'Cause you were definitely eye-fucking me in the bathroom and I wanna know if you're up for more."

Nico hummed, nodding his head and bumping his nose with mine. "Mhm, yes, I do, I would like to be fucked because I'm warm and still kinda sleepy and frankly being between the sea and the sun sounds incredibly appealing."

The soft whine came from Will, who squirmed over to bury his face in Nico's hair. "I love you so much and you're quite romantic really and I wanna hold you while you get fucked because I don't want to, like, do that bit right now. That okay?"

"More than okay," Nico replied softly, a hand leaving my shoulder to scratch gently at Will's golden halo of hair, freshly washed and smelling of roses and honey. I hummed an agreement, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

"You can hold him together while I take him apart, hm?"

I felt the shiver of Nico's body and by Will's hidden smirk, I could tell he did too. Hefting himself up, Will crawled over to the headboard, making grabby hands at his boyfriend. "Come here, you." He recieved a pout, Nico's head tilted back to look at him and exposing his pale olive-toned skin to me quite nicely. Will rolled his eyes fondly and reached out to heave Nico up into his arms. "24 year old adult my ass, demanding to be carried everywhere."

I shrugged, grinning and crawling over to curl my fingers over the waistband of Nico's worn sweatpants that are only acceptable to wear to sleep. "He can be a pillow prince if he wants- what are you gonna do, say no?"

"...no, I'm going to indulge him every time because life was mean so I won't be," Will mumbled, face smushed into Nico's hair, voice dripping with affection.

Nico shifted uncomfortably, the skin of his cheek caught in between his teeth. "You don't have you, y'know? I'm not- if you don't want to, I'm not gonna make you." He looked at me, nerves spiking with worry that he's somehow forced us into this.

"Neeks, we want to do this," I reassured him gently, pulling at the elastic of his sweatpants and murmuring the words into the soft skin of his lower stomach. "Will just wanted to hold you, and you were totally okay with that, right?" He nodded. "And I know that if I didn't want to do this, I could say so and we'd do something else, right?" Another nod, then a blink and a visible steeling of his nerves and a softening of his body.

"Yeah, of course, anything, anything you'd want," Nico whispered, fingers tangling with Will's as they both watched me ease Nico out of his sweatpants and gently pull his thighs apart.

I brushed a kiss over the inside of his thigh, laying down on my stomach. "Right now, I wanna make my boyfriend feel good while our other boyfriend looks after him, does that sound good?"

"Colour, baby?" Will murmured into his ear, reminding him of the traffic light system- green is good, yellow is slow down to a stop and talk, red is stop immediately and transition into aftercare.

"Green, green, I'm good," Nico breathed, eyes locked onto me as I pressed my lips up his thighs. I blew softly over his dick and he inhaled sharply, the same moment he twitched under my attention.

The first swipe of my tongue had his stomach muscles tensed, lip caught between his teeth. Grinning, I looked up at Will. "Lube, please, loverboy." Will rolled his eyes but blushed at the name, obediently grabbing a bottle from the bedside drawer and passing it to me.

Holding it in one hand to warm it up a little, I used the other hand to wrap firmly around Nico's dick, holding it just so I could get my lips wrapped around the tip. The twin inhalations from the boys above me were fuel to the burning heat in my abdomen.

"F-Fuck," Nico whimpered, fingers squeezing tight at Will's as I dragged my tongue around the head, coaxing him harder and harder in my hand. Slowly, I took more into my mouth, feeling the familiar weight of his cock on my tongue and sucking very lightly. The taste of precome burst on my tastebuds and I shivered in delight that my tough, edgy, extraordinarily powerful boyfriend was so easy to please.

Will's lips were pressed to Nico's ear, voice soft and lilting. "Aren't they pretty, huh? They look so good with their head between your legs, does their mouth feel good, baby?"

"M-Mhm, r-really good, so warm, shit-" Nico gasped as his cock bumped the back of my throat, hips jerking up but Will moved both pairs of their hands to hold him down.

"Behave, Neeks, let them do the work," he hummed, kissing Nico's temple. I flicked open the cap of the bottle, releasing my grip on Nico to drizzle some lukewarm lube over two of my fingers.

I pulled my mouth off him slowly, blinking up at my boys through my lashes with a cocky smirk on my face. Nico already looked wrecked, my poor love. "Ready for more?"

His nod was almost frantic, and I laughed softly. "Alright, just relax, I've got you, hm? Will's gonna keep you nice and warm and grounded, okay?"

I rubbed ever-so-gentle at his hole, getting him used to the feeling before easing the tip of my finger inside. Nico threw his head back against Will's chest, gasping.

"Shh, I know, I know," Will cooed as I pressed in further, making sure not to hurt him as his hole swallowed up my finger to the knuckle. I moaned at the sight and the feeling, hips pressing into the bed as I dragged the finger back out. "Feels good, doesn't it? They're so good with their hands, so good at getting you ready for them, shh, don't squirm, be good for us, baby."

Nico's eyes were lidded and heavy, cheeks flushed down to his chest and lips parted in shallow breaths. He looked gorgeous and I kept my eyes on his face as I slipped a second finger inside him along with the first.

He keened, back arching and toes curling. Soft, almost sleepy moans fell from his lips and I soaked them up like ambrosia. "Beautiful," I whispered, pulling and pushing my fingers into the tight, hot heat of Nico. I could feel him relaxing, acclimating to the feeling and loosening up under my touch.

"B-Baby," Nico panted, hips making aborted little rolls despite Will holding him down. "More, p-please, want more, wanna feel you."

Will chuckled lightly, nuzzling into Nico's pink cheek and looking down at me. "You heard the man," he grinned. "Give our pillow prince what he asks for."

I saluted from between Nico's thighs. "Sir, yes sir!"

Nico scrunched his nose, a playful smile tugging at his bitten lips. "Cringe, ew, stop immediately, I will not let you fuck me in some kind of military kink scene, you two can negotiate that firmly without me."

Laughing, I crawled up to be face to face with him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "You don't wanna be the lowly soldier being taken advantage of by his captain and their general?"

"No," he declined flatly, one eyebrow raised in disgust. "No, I do not want that."

"Spoilsport," I pouted, leaning over Nico's shoulder to press my lips to Will's as well. "Guess I'll just have to fuck you without the honourifics." I opened the lube again, hissing slightly as my wet hand wrapped around my sensitive skin, pleasure and desire running thick through my veins as I knelt back between Nico's legs.

Will smothered a laugh, arms moving to wrap around Nico's ribs under the t-shirt he was still wearing. His eyes met mine and he winked. "You'd look hot in the uniform, though." Nico smacked a hand over Will's mouth, then repeated the action with mine when I opened it to reply.

"Enough! No military kink in this bedroom while I am also in this bedroom, and especially not when I am waiting impatiently to be fucked by my partner!"

"I love it when you get demanding," I smirk into his palm, leaning over him with one hand settled on the bed and the other guiding my dick to rest teasingly against Nico's hole. He clenched and released, making a punched-out sound as I applied the barest amount of pressure.

"You're such a tease," Will laughed, smoothing his hands down Nico's sides. "Let the poor kid have it, come on."

"I'm 24!" Nico protested, wriggling slightly to look back at Will. "Just 'cause I'm younger than both of you- oh!"

He choked on his protestations as I finally pushed in, head breaching his tight hole. My head dropped forward, chin almost to my chest as I moaned lowly, his warmth pulling me in little by little until I bottomed out. Nico's hands scrabbled for purchase at my shoulders, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to get used to the feeling.

"Just relax, deep breaths, baby," Will soothed, voice liquid and silky to my ears. "It's okay, I've got you, do you need anything?"

Nico shook his head jerkily, focusing on breathing as I stayed as still as I could, holding myself up over the two of them.

A hand pushed my hair out my face and I looked up at Will. "You too, hon- I'm literally wrapped around our Nico-" (our Nico, ours) "-but I've got you too, do you need anything from me?"

I melted inside, his striking blue eyes feeling safe and lovely and not for the first time I thanked the gods that I got to fall in love with both of them. I shook my head, a small, shy smile pulling at my lips. "I'm okay, I'm good, just waiting for Neeks to be okay."

"I'm okay," Nico parroted, hips rolling experimentally and I gasped harshly at the sudden sensation. He smirked, despite being slightly floaty. "I'm ready, are you finally gonna give me what I want?"

I laughed breathlessly, just once, before I moved my hips. I pulled out and pushed back in sharply, revelling in the yell the action dragged out of the man underneath me. I repeated the movement over and over, fingers curling harshly into the bedsheets and stomach tense as I pound into my emo pillow prince over and over.

"This good enough, huh?" I gasped out, grinning in satisfaction as Nico only nodded his head. He squirmed and twitched against Will's chest, hands grasping at my body wherever he could reach.

Will gently spread Nico's legs further, hooked Nico's knees over his own and suddenly Nico yelped, cock jumping against his stomach where it had been smearing precome over his skin. I grinned, aiming for that one particular spot again and again, reducing my boyfriend to a moaning mess of pleasure as he melted into the arms of our other boyfriend.

"There it is," Will cooed, teething over Nico's ear. "That's where it feels so good, doesn't it? Our baby, they're so good at this, found your prostate so easily, they know your body so well."

Both Nico and I flushed at the dirty talk, the sinful words of the child of Apollo who became an utter menace the moment he found out how his voice affected us. He kept going, muttering filthy things into Nico's ear just loud enough that I could hear him over the pounding of my heart in my ears.

"B-Babe, W-Will-!" Nico groaned, shaky hands clutching at the back of my neck. "Can you- please touch me, wanna come, 'm so close, baby, please?"

I snapped my eyes to Will, knowing that Nico might be too out of it to remember that Will didn't want to be too involved. "You don't ha-have to, sunshine, I've got him i-if you don't want to."

Will shook his head, smiling softly at me and dragged his hand teasingly down Nico's torso to palm at his neglected cock, flushed and weeping. "I've got him, I want to, we can make him come together, right?"

I nodded, breathless and beginning to chase after my own peak after focusing on Nico for so long. Will's long fingers wrapped around Nico's cock and I cried out as Nico's hole tensed around me at the touch, dropping my head onto his shoulder.

"Fuck, fuck, need- need Nico to come first," I pleaded, ever the polite gentlefolk even as I was falling headfirst (dick first?) into pleasure.

Will's hand jerked and tugged almost ruthlessly at Nico, sending him spiralling into an orgasm. He thrashed between us, a soft scream ripping from his throat as he came all over himself, white streaks staining his pink, blushing skin. I pulled out of him quickly, giving a throaty, choked moan as I released over Nico's stomach, hips twitching against nothing as I bit my lip hard.

Nico's eyes were closed, lips parted as he panted, but he waved his hand about until he found my head, dragging me down into a fierce kiss. We kissed until we were dizzy, tongues tasting like each other and bodies settling down from the highs.

"Love you," Nico mumbled, words pressed against my lips and I thrilled at the admission, just like I did every time.

"Love you too," I whispered back, nose bumping into his cutely.

"What am I, furniture?" Will joked, earning tired laughs from both me and Nico.

"Very comfy chair," Nico hummed, tilting his head back to press clumsy kisses into Will's jaw. "Favourite chair."

"Love you too," I whispered again, this time leaving a kiss on Will's forehead and he blushed at the simple affection, rolling his eyes and kissing my cheek back.

He sighed quietly, looking down at the mess we made of Nico. "You know you're for sure gonna need another shower, right?"

this truly got away from me, and i blame the fact that i've been reading so much quality smut fanfic. hope you enjoyed!

[morallygreychaoticneutral]

Astarion prefers monogamy.

Again, simply my cup of thought tea steeped from my game experience. Its not everyone's drink. No shame, no blame, it's your game. Warning for triggers and spoilers.

*added note due to misunderstandings.

Please notice I said "prefers monogamy" not "is monogamous". He may be up for added partners later on down the line. But definitely not any time before the epilogue in my world.

So, why do I think he prefers monogamy?

Take..

"Iv never had anyone. Not really. Nothing that compares to you."

And mix that with...

"I had nothing for so very long. NOTHING! Not even my own body!"

And add..

"You're you. Nobody is like that."

Plus countless other comments and actions and you get a bowl full of elf who just wants something for himself only for a change.

Centuries of being forced to give up or share everything. His possessions, his person, his own thoughts. Nothing to claim as own that no one else could take or touch at any moment. I'm sure if anything was given to him, he had to fight to keep it.

I think, he would be a bit possessive of anything he could claim as his own.

You are a gift to him. Something rare and special beyond words. I highly doubt he would be willing to share anything you are sharing with him outside of friendship. I could even see him getting fussy about strangers touching you. Moving you away or putting himself physically between you and whomever just touched you without asking.

Hells, even ascended Astarion isn't 100% game to share.

"As much as I wish to sequester you in a deep chamber of my palace and keep you all to myself...there is much to be done."

But, what about Halsin? He says he's fine with it.

Is he? Or is he people pleasing?

If he had said something along the lines of,

"Oh? He wants to share does he? Of course he does. I'm not up for such activities just yet, but you are free to have as much Halsin as you wish. "

I would have gone on that bear hunt, but he doesn't.

He askes you if you are wanting to sleep with Halsin because he has not been able to meet your sexual needs. And I interpreted that as he's vulnerable and worried he's being replaced for not putting out.

Imagine you had asked your lover to not to look to you for sex for reasons you are working out. They agree and you are just relieved as hell about it.

"You were patient. You cared."

Then they come along later down the line and say they are thinking about having sex with a friend. Where would your mind go?

I would bet hard gold he weighed the options in his head. "If I don't let them do this, they might leave me for good. But if I allow it, they wont have an immediate reason to leave. Halsin is the safest option given his experience."

And what's the best way to feel less awful about a situation we cant control? Create a counter situation where we gaslight ourselves into thinking its fine.

Wheeee!

I'm not saying Halsin's offer was bad, it was perfectly fine, it was just poorly placed in the grand scheme of things. If you and Astarion were having fun again before he suggested being an extra, then it would have been easier to believe he was really fine with it.

If they wanted Astarion to be a poly partner they needed to write it better. Shadowheart makes more sense as pro poly than he does.

So for me, Astarion is a one on one elf.

I am not against polyamory. I am not trying to take representation away. I am not shaming anybody for their choices. There is just not enough specific content to support it fully FOR ME. I was actually excited at the idea of having two partners in my fantasy world. Halsin was very clear and very specific about being on board. Astarion was not. And the choice did not feel right. Add a line somewhere for Astarion where he says "Im perfectly fine with sharing, darling. As long as it is discussed and we are in agreement of course." I will happily be on board with it.

[moonilit]

I was more of wondering out loud and wasn’t expecting an answer but im really glad you shared your insight! I wrote that to express my frustration at how editorials seem to put him in some kind of tug war between different love interest and i just want him to be happy. Im still a new fan and only getting through NTT and dickkory is very cute i would have expected them to either break it off 100% or stay together 100% his characterization might have slightly changed and he is older now but i was surprised to see he still sleep with kory sometimes in later comics when he told roy he couldn’t make love to someone he wasn’t in love with?

one final thing is i want to cycle back into polygamy for a second because i saw someone on the internet say “Dick have cheating tendencies (not true) and should be with someone who excuses that/ UnDerStanD hIm” WHICH IS WRONG AND AWFUL, he is not a cheater i don’t see his characterization as one! And by thinking of the possibility of poly im NOT implying that babs or kory should ‘settle down’ for half of him or whatever wrongful misconception of poly relationship, poly is a relationship that is just like monogamy need to be built on the foundation of trust, communications and faithfulness, its hard work and requires consent, loyalty and commitment, its not a synonymous with open relationships or an excuse for cheating not even a little bit!

why is polygamy not an option for Dick Grayson and im asking the writers, like he loves both Kory and Babs? I don’t see Kory and Babs being together but if they are ok with it Dick can be with both of them? Like he have a family in both the titans and gotham ?? Instead of this on and off with both that leaving everyone hanging let them be happy

[littlecreampuffbirdi]

To Sow Pomegranate Seeds

Poly Omegaverse!TF141 x Beta!reader

MDNI Betas were seen as an oddity to society, and as such, some organizations locked them away to run experiments on them. After being rescued from there, you were taken in as TF141's beta. *Warnings: medical talk, betas with restrictive rights, suggestive themes

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Omegas and alphas evolved— came into existence— when the human race began declining in birth. Nature acted as she saw fit, so she decided that there must be something else to drive humans to have children, hence the secondary genders— the animal instincts. However, betas are looked down upon, seen as representation of the flaws our ancestors used to hold, so they were not liked. Betas were the strange middle ground between non-instinct driven humans and instinct driven, so they could either have heats and/or ruts or none— they were unpredictable and it unnerved many. 

The governments, especially, were unnerved by betas, so they removed a good chunk of them in various ways— taking away rights, limited healthcare, etc. yet, now, the some organisations around the world issued for experiments to be ran on betas; for no one but a select few to know of these experiments. Of course, it was still illegal and those running those experiments had to pay the price. 

You winced slightly as you moved, your back acting up again. You had spinal fusion for scoliosis years ago, yet the pain and numbness persisted. At times, you wondered if it was botched, but at least you could function. 

You were once in one of those institutions previously mentioned, shoved in there against your will, yet you were whisked away from it when military raided it. You were found specifically by a British task force, which also happened to be a pack, called Task Force 141. For one reason or another—one that you do not know—the captain of TF141, John Price, decided you would be an excellent addition to their pack—they always needed a beta, he said. So, like some broken, sopping kitten, he took you in. 

Now you were sat in the back of a car between Johnny and Kyle, two omegas. John and Simon, the two alphas, mostly remained silent, but still thrown in a few comments in Johnny’s and Kyle’s conversation from time to time. Johnny carried most of the conversation. The four men flowed back and forth in a pattern they were all so familiar and comfortable with. It made you feel like an outsider in a way, which you were. 

“Are you okay?” Kyle asked, compared to the rest of the pack, his voice was rather smooth. 

“Yes, I’m fine...” You would have willing told them the reason for your wince at one point in time, yet you had learned that some people were more than just eager to use your limitations against you. 

None of them believed you, but they didn’t push it either. 

“We’re almost home,” John gruffly said. 

“Dinnae worry, bonnie.” Johnny turned to you. “We live away from others.” 

That sounds like a reason to worry. “Oh, I... see. That’s nice...” 

Kyle reached over and pinched Johnny. “Dumbass.” 

“What’d I do?” 

“You know what you did.” 

“Do not!” 

While they fought, Simon watched them from the rear view mirror. The man was a looming figure of silence. He hardly spoke a word to you, but when he did, he had a heavy accent of some kind—Johnny said he was from Manchester and that was what his accent was. 

John sighed and pinched his nose bridge as he drove. They had promised not to fight until after his rut, but turns out they had other plans. He shifted and ignored the uncomfortable bulge in his pants. 

When Simon reached across to the back to place his hand on Johnny’s knee, you instinctively leaned towards Kyle to leave room for Simon to move. 

“Ah, fuck ye, Kyle.” Johnny ignored the hand on his knee. “What I’d do?” 

“You scared her.” 

“Scared ‘er how?” 

“She’s just skittish,” Simon cut in. “Leave it.” 

“Aye…” 

A house began to come into view. It was a nice one, definetly far away from civilisation, but not too far. It was sort of a cabin, but bigger. It was definitely meant to house multiple people. You wondered if the four men all shared a room—like traditional mates and packs—or if they all had their own rooms. 

“Simon, go get her some clothes.” John turned off the car and opened the door. “Kyle, Johnny, get her bathed. I’ll go look over the reports.” 

With a sort of military-like movement—similar to when they found you—they all went their separate ways. Johnny grabbed you a towel and Kyle led you to the bathroom. 

“Sorry it’s not the cleanest, we haven’t been home in a while,” Kyle said, opening the door. 

“Oh, that’s fine; I don’t mind.” Yeah, no, the house was practically spotless, minus the few dust bunnies. 

It was awkward cleaning yourself because both Kyle and Johnny watched you. Sure, there was a shower curtain to hide you, but it still felt weird with the door open and the two omegas watching. At least it was more privacy than the facility ever offered, but still. When you finished, they wrapped you in the fluffy warm towel Johnny fetched you. They placed you on the couch with blankets as they waited for Simon to return. 

It turned out that when John told Simon to get you clothes, he hadn’t meant get spare ones from one of them, but rather to buy you some. Somehow, Simon got your exact size; you didn’t know how he did it and you didn’t want to know. 

After you got dressed, they showed you around. Three guest bedrooms, two full baths and one half, a workroom, storage... the list went on. The secondary room within the storage, they told you not to go in due to that was where they stored their gear and such. They did want you to share their room with them, but they decided that it would be better if you had your own room first. 

So, now you laid on your bed. Surely you could rest for a bit... they wouldn’t need anything from you, would they?