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steddieasitgoes · 2 days ago

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Eddie helps Jeff and Grant move into their freshman college dorms. Eddie's not going to college; it took him six years to graduate high school. He's not about to put more time and now money into a dead-end education, but he respects the guys' decision.

They're upset the university's stupid roommate questionare didn't pair them together. They answered everything exactly the same, and yet they still got split up. It's bullshit. Eddie knows it, they know it, everyone knows it. But it is what it is. Jeff doesn't want to make waves with the school, and Grant's just happy they accepted his sorry ass, so they'll have to live with it.

Jeff, Gareth, and Grant are currently figuring out how they're going to smuggle a microwave into Grant's room. Eddie leaves them to it, already holding a box marked for Jeff in his hands. He saunters out of the elevator and down the hall toward Jeff's room, nodding his head at anyone who does the same to him.

College is weird, he thinks. No one has sneered at him -- not even the frat dude bro type who checked Jeff and Grant in earlier. Maybe it's true what they say, college is full of open-minded people. He'll let the boys be the guinea pig on that one.

Jeff's door is half shut when he gets there, which is weird because he knows they left it wide open. They still have to bring in his record collection, and even though he ditched hundreds at home, the box is still way heavier than it should be. Having to put it down to open the door is a no go.

Thankfully, the box Eddie is carrying now is rather light so he turns and uses what little ass he has to bump the door open before sliding inside.

He stops dead in his tracks as Jeff's roommate turns to meet his gaze.

Eddie doesn't believe in God, doesn't believe in angels -- he likes to think Demons exist, but that's more of an aesthetic thing than anything else -- but he's pretty sure he's in the presence of an angel.

No, he's certain he is.

The large window between the beds shoots rays of sunshine through the horizontal blinds, painting the guy in beautiful shades of yellow and orange. And jesus h. christ the shadow gives off the illusion of a halo around his gorgeous, lush, perfectly styled hair.

He's wearing a sweater -- how he's wearing a sweater in the sweltering heat, Eddie doesn't know, but he is -- with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Eddie can't help but let his eyes take in the miles and miles of sun-kissed skin, unmarked with ink like his own but decorated with freckles and moles that Eddie wants to trace, connecting them like constellations he spent decades staring at on the roof of the trailer back at home. And, okay, maybe a few other unholy thoughts also pop into his head -- sue him.

He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at that. Of course Eddie's first thought upon stumbling on an angel is to wreck them.

"Hey, I'm Steve," the man says, extending a hand out to Eddie.

Jesus H. Christ, it's bigger than any hand has any right to be. Eddie's mind immediately wonders what else might be bigger than most. He can't help it.

"You must be Jeff," he smiles. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Yep, that's me!" Eddie says without thinking it through. He scrambles to put the box down and reaches out to shake Steve's hand.

It's a firm handshake, what Wayne would call "business-like," but it sends a burst of electricity coursing through Eddie's body. It's silly, really silly, but Eddie doesn't think his hand has ever fit so perfectly in someone else's before.

Maybe they're soulmates. He doesn't believe in those either, but he could if this Steve guys is his.

Steve smiles and drops his hand a second later and Eddie tries his best not to buckle under the loss of touch.

"What do you think of the place?" Steve says. His hands shoot to his waist, settling there as he gives the room a bitchy glance over. "It's a lot smaller than I was expecting."

"At least it's only a double," Eddie says. "My friend's stuck in a triple."

Poor Grant. As if losing out on rooming with Jeff isn't enough, he really got fucked.

Steve whistles lowly. "Damn, man, that sucks."

He squats then, digging through an already unopened box, and Eddie feels faint. His jeans were already tight, but with his new angle, they're stretched to the max, leaving very, very, very little to be imagined. And Eddie has no problem imagining anything, much less what the skin under those pale blue jeans looks like.

Steve's shirt rides up a bit as he leans over more, really sifting through the box now, and the tiny sliver of skin above the waistband of his boxers is enough to send Eddie into full-blown gremlin mode.

Maybe he should have applied to college.

"So, Jeff," Steve says, standing again and glancing between the two beds.

Neither has seemed to claim them yet. Jeff -- the real Jeff -- didn't want to be rude, and judging by the single box Steve's been looking through, he's only just started the move-in process.

"Got any bed preferences?"

Sharing it with you.

No, no! he scolds himself.

"Nope, have at it," Eddie says, casting his arms out wide and bending at the waist. He's not sure why he's done it, but by the time he registers how weird it might be, it's too late. So he commits to the bit, and it's worth it when Steve chuckles.

"Cool, cool," he nods. "I'll take this one, then." Steve shuffles over to the bed farthest from the door and tests the firmness with his hand. It gives just enough to make Steve smile. "I can work with this, if you know what I mean."

Eddie thinks he's really gone and died then because Steve honest to god winks at him.

Winks!

At. Him.

Eddie!

What the fuck.

"Yeah," he croaks, a little awkward and a whole lot aroused. He needs to get out of here before he jumps Jeff's roommate and accidentally gets him kicked out. Better yet, he needs to figure out how to get enrolled and kick Jeff out of his room himself. "Alright, well, I've got more shit to bring up, so I'll be back."

"I'll be here."

Eddie nods then bolts, ditching the elevator altogether and taking the three flights of stairs two at a time. Jeff's still arguing with boys when he gets down there, sweaty and out-of-breath.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" Gareth snaps.

"Oh no," Jeff winces. "Is my roommate a dick? Did he chase you out?"

"No," Eddie pants, shaking his head widly. He reaches out with both hands and slams them down on Jeff's shoulders way harder than he needs to. "Your roommate, Steve-- he's-- I think I'm in love."

The guys burst into laughter.

"Here we go again," Gareth says, rolling his eyes.

"You just met the guy," Grant adds. "How could you possibly be in love?"

"You can't be in love with my roommate," Jeff scolds, shaking Eddie's hand off of him.

"Jeff, Jefferson, Jeffery," Eddie rambles. "I am in love. He is the man I am going to marry. The one who will father my children. The one to tame this wild horse--"

"You've slept with two dudes, Eddie. I don't think that makes you a wild horse," Gareth scoffs.

Eddie ignores him. He doesn't have time to deal with Gareth. Not when Steve is upstairs waiting for him.

"I need to go back to him."

Eddie moves to step around the three, eager to grab another box with Jeff's name on it and get back to Steve. Back to the love of his life. But Jeff blocks him.

"No. No. Absolutely not," Jeff says, reeling Eddie back in. "I have to live with this guy for a year. You are not going back up there and making it weird."

"Well then I have good news for you," Eddie says, wicked grin already breaking out onto his face.

"This can't be good," Grant mumbles.

"You don't even have to go up there. He thinks I'm Jeff."

"Okay, but you're not Jeff," the real Jeff says, crossing his arms. "I'm Jeff and I'm going to go to my room and introduce myself to my roommate and you're going to stay far, far, far away from him."

Eddie shakes his head. "You can't do that! He'll think I'm a liar."

"You are a liar," Gareth butts in.

"Eddie," Jeff groans. "I have to go up there! I live here. I'm Jeff. He needs to know the truth."

"Or, or!" Eddie shouts, full of frantic energy now. He's bouncing on the balls of his feet, mind reeling a million miles an hour as the plan starts to form in his head. This could work. It could totally work. "How about I pretend to be you for the next year and you can be me."

"Dude, no!" Jeff scoffs. "I worked my ass of to get here. I'm not trading lives with you so you can try to fuck my roommate."

"Oh, I won't have to try," Eddie says. "He might have already offered."

"Oh my god. My roommate thinks I want to fuck him."

"Your roommate doesn't even know you exist," Grant corrects.

"What were you thinking?" Jeff shouts.

"He clearly wasn't thinking with his head," Gareth says.

"This is a disaster."

"No," Eddie says, shaking his head. He doesn't know why they're being so catastrophic about this. It's fine. It's all going to be fine. "Okay, new plan, I'll pretend to be you but only in your dorm. You can still go to class and do all the college shit. I'll only be Jeff to Steve."

"And where am I supposed to live?"

"With Grant."

"Asshole! I'm already in a triple! We can't house another person."

"And you're not even enrolled!" Jeff adds. "What happens when the RA finds out? I'll get kicked out and you'll--"

"Go to jail."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "I don't think people go to jail for impersonating college students, Gare."

"They might!" Gareth says, throwing his hands up. "Are you really going to risk going to jail just for a chance at fucking Jeff's roommate?"

"Well, I hope it would be more than fucking. I did say I was in love."

Gareth doesn't get it. The only thing he's ever loved is his drum set -- and he can't marry that. Not even in bumfuck Indiana.

He goes back to ignoring Gareth and focuses on Jeff. He braces his hand on his shoulders again and slinks down to his knees. He's not above begging. Not for this. Not for the angel that is Steve who is probably wondering where he is right now.

"Jeff," Eddie says, hitting the pavement. He retracts his hands from Jeff's shoulders and clasps them together in prayer. He's making a scene.

"Get up, you're making a scene," Jeff hisses, yanking him back to his feet. Eddie goes willingly and Jeff huffs. "Alright, alright. Let me think."

"You can't seriously be considering this," Grant chimes in. "Eddie's plan is shit. It'll never work."

"I know that!"

Eddie watches as Jeff paces in a circle with his eyes closed. If he wanted to, he could bolt right now. Grab a box and make a run for it. Lock himself and Steve in the room and not come out until he's sure Jeff won't rat him out. Holding Steve hostage might not be the best impression to give Steve though, so he stays put.

"Okay, how about this," Jeff says and Eddie gives him his undivided attention. "The two of us are going to go back to my dorm and we're going to set the record straight--"

"No! That's--"

"Eddie," Jeff says, firmly. "If you really do love my roommate or well, you want to eventually love him. You have to tell him the truth."

Jeff's right. He's always right that's why he's going to college on a scholarship and Eddie's not. But he doesn't like it. Steve's going to think he's a total weirdo and he'll never get a chance to see what's actually under those tight ass pants.

Still, Jeff's right.

"Fine."

Steve really is an angel because he doesn't even bat an eye at the truth. He does laugh, but Eddie doesn't mind that. He wishes he had his cassette recorder and a mic so he could record it. It's music to his damn ears, and he knows a thing or two about music.

Jeff and Steve hit it off and Eddie tries not to pout about it as he continues lugging in box after box. When Eddie's van is finally empty, Grant and Gareth meet up with them in Jeff's room. Steve introduces himself and Eddie can tell they're both silently judging him.

Yes, this is the dude he would risk going to jail for, Gareth. Eddie thinks, he hopes Gareth gets the message in the glare he shoots his way. He thinks he does.

It turns out Steve also has a best friend who just moved in, too. She's in a different building than them, but he's meeting up with her for pizza at the parlor down the street. He invites them all to go and Eddie says yes on behalf of all of them a little to quickly.

When they get there, Steve introduces them all -- Jeff, Gareth, Grant. He gets all their names right, even Gareth, but when he gets to Eddie, he smirks. "And this," he says, smiling as he slings an arm around Eddie's shoulder. "This is not-Jeff my not-roommate."

"Hi, Not Jeff," Robin says.

Eddie laughs and introduces himself to her with his real name and Robin nods before her eyes lock on with Steve. He can tell they're non-verbally communicating with each other. It's not unlike the way he is with the boys. One look is all it takes sometimes for them to know what he's thinking.

It's weird watching it happen from the outside and especially difficult when he's still stuck under Steve's arm. Not that he minds that part not at all.

Finally, her lips quirk up into a smile and she pulls her gaze from Steve, letting it land on Eddie. At the exact same time, Steve's name gets called and he excuses himself to get pizza, leaving the two of them alone.

Robin's smile falters just a bit as she takes a step closer to him, replacing the spot where Steve just was. "Just so you know, I'm obsessed with Murder, She Wrote. If you hurt him, I know where to hide your body."

Eddie doesn't have time to even think of a retort before she's scampering off to help Steve with the pizzas.

He might not be enrolled in college, but he has a strange feeling he's going to spend a lot of time up here from now on.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #jeff stranger things #gareth emerson #unnamed freak #steve harrington fic #eddie munson fic #college au #stranger things #stranger things fic #and they were NOT roommates #dani writes

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igorluvr · 3 days ago

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req for thanos x shy reader who wears glasses?

'SHRINKING VIOLET

PAIRING: choi su-bong (thanos) x reader

SYPNOSIS: you and thanos had been inseparable since middle school, watching eachother grow into adulthood. you'd been with eachother through good and bad, so what would happen if the both of you suddenly caught feeling for one another?

CONTENT: non-squid game au, childhood best friends awww, kinda corny, lots nn lots of fluff

AUTHORS NOTE: omg i loved writing this!! its super short bcs i wanted to hurry up nn publish your request but i hope u like ittt

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THE first day of school was always a nightmare, and being in a new city made it worse. You missed your old school, teachers, friends, and the comfort of familiar routines. Eighth grade was especially tough, as everyone else already had their friend groups established, causing you to feel like an outsider.

For the first few months, you floated around like a ghost, trying to avoid the rude kids. You went to a particularly large school, so your bus stop had at least 10-15 other people waiting there. Unfortunately, they were all the wrong types: smokers, gossipers, egotistical athletes—the worst of the worst. Already having a bad day, you decided to put in your headphones to tune them out.

Suddenly, someone slammed roughly into your back, sending you crashing face-first into the concrete. “Oh shit!” a voice shouted behind you.

Quickly, you gathered your belongings, but it was difficult. “Shit sorry, I tried to yell. Are these yours?” an older boy said, picking up a colorful skateboard. You noticed him presenting your glasses in his hand. With a small nod, you took them from him, but they were now crooked, making you groan.

“You okay? You went down pretty hard,” he asked, worry in his voice. “Mhm, sorry,” you replied quietly, not wanting to embarrass yourself any more.

His head tilted as he looked at you. “Aren’t you in my science class?” he questioned. You stared at him, confused. You weren't too good with remembering faces. “I’m Su-bong, Choi Su-bong. I sit next to the teacher?”

Now you remembered him—the boy who wouldn’t stop making pencil-beats on the desk during class, causing the teacher to move his seat up front by hers. He had a bright smile and a confident demeanor, one of the more outspoken kids. Embarrassed, you mumbled a quick 'sorry', wishing to disappear.

“Don’t be sorry! I recognized you. You’re the new kid, right?” he said with a chuckle, making you shrink further into your shell.

You expected him to laugh at your quietness, but instead, he leaned against the bus stop, looking genuinely interested. “Since you're new, let me be your first friend. I promise it'll be worth it,” he offered, a playful grin on his face.

Your first instinct was to walk away, to assume his friendliness was just an act or a joke. But he spoke with a sincerity that made you want to believe him. “Why do you want to be my friend?” you asked, hesitant and stuttering over your words.

“Because you seem cool,” he replied nonchalantly. “I hate seeing people alone at school, it makes me feel bad. C'mon, I can show you the best spots in the cafeteria, which teachers to watch out for. It'll be fun!”

Stuck between anxiety and hope, you struggled to find the right words. His enthusiasm chipped away at your walls, and the idea of friendship began to settle in your mind. “Okay,” you said shyly, feeling a mix of excitement and fear.

From that point on, you two were inseparable. From that first day you became friends all the way to graduation, you never left each other's side. You experienced everything together, helping him build his rap career as 'Thanos', going to your first party together, smoking together, even going to prom as each other's dates. It wasn't until your adult life that you started confusing your feelings for him.

Su-bong had always been good-looking; you couldn't deny that, but you never saw him like that. You loved him in a completely platonic way, or so you thought. It seemed as if your feelings for him had hit like a bus.

It was completely out of nowhere—a random Tuesday afternoon. The both of you were hanging out by an abandoned building, a place you visited regularly. Going to random places and smoking together had become a routine for both of you, but this time was different.

The way the golden light from the sunset hit his face just the right way, the deepness of his voice, the way your hands grazed slightly as you passed the blunt to each other—it did something to you. You couldn’t shake the feeling. It was like a revelation, constantly revealing desires and emotions you had long buried.

Of course, though, you’d never dare to bring it up. I mean, come on, all the years you’d been friends, what were the chances of you both randomly catching feelings at the same time? Every time he laughed or nudged you, it was a reminder of the line you couldn't cross. So, you kept your feelings hidden to protect your heart and cherished friendship.

After getting as high as the both of you could handle, you decided to go back home. As you got into the passenger seat of his car, the air was thick with unspoken words. The soft glow of the sky above illuminated his sharp features, and you studied every part as if he were on display at an art gallery. You could feel his boldness radiating, but he also sensed your shyness. As you fidgeted with your glasses, he smirked and broke the silence.

“Hey, you know,” he said, leaning back in his seat hazily, “those glasses of yours? They’re kinda cute.” There was a teasing tone in his voice that made your cheeks heat up and you looked away, trying to hide your smile.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, heart racing. Thanos chuckled softly, his mood shifting slightly as he took a deep breath. “Look, I gotta be real with you for a sec. I’ve been thinkin’ a lot lately… and honestly, I’ve been feelin’ more than just friends. Like, a lot more.”

Your heart stopped. Could this be it? “What do you mean?” you asked, curiosity overpowering your surprise. Something changed in you for sure, but did he actually feel the same way?

“I mean c’mon, we hang out all the time, I just can’t ignore it anymore. I really care about you. You’re my best friend and all, but I want more than that.” Thanos admitted, a smirk creeping on his face. That smile truly sent your heart in a whirlwind.

A million thoughts raced through your mind. The air in the car felt condensed, and you found your voice trembling just a bit. “Y-you’re serious?”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning in a little closer, his strong gaze locked on yours. “I’m serious. And I hope you feel the same.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “I do. I really do,” you said, in disbelief of this entire situation. Maybe it was the weed getting to your heads, but this moment felt truly euphoric.

Before you could say another word, Thanos leaned in closely, lips brushing softly against yours. The moment your lips connected, everything around you faded; nothing outside of that car existed anymore.

The feeling was electric, sending waves of warmth through your body. All other thoughts left your mind, and you felt dizzy with the feeling of his soft mouth moving against yours. You were overly aware of everything—the way your heart raced, how his hand felt on your cheek, and the happiness bubbling in your chest.

When he pulled away, both of you were breathless, smiling at each other with surprise. The doubt that you felt faded into the background, replaced with an undeniable joy. His eyes sparkled with the same wonder and mischief that had always drawn you to him. You both smiled, the tension evaporating as laughter bubbled up from within.

“Wow,” he said, still grinning. “That was… nice.” You giggled at his loss of words. You'd never seen Thanos so nervous. “Yeah, nice,” you echoed, heart still racing.

With a sparkle in his eye, he took your hand, intertwining your fingers. Slowly, he lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently, and you couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. The sweet gesture left you speechless, heart thumping wildly as you stared into his eyes.

“Now that feels nice, too,” he said softly, gaze locked on yours as he held your hand to his heart. “Guess that’s a proper confession, huh?”

You laughed, feeling light as air. “Definitely," you responded, voice slightly shaky due to the immense amount of happiness running through your veins.

The sweetness of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket. You felt shy and flustered, but also excited—excited for what was to come. His eyes held all the hope you could dream of, and in that moment, you knew you were ready for this new step with him. As you exchanged smiles, it hit you that this was just the start.

You couldn’t wait to see where this new chapter in your relationship would lead you both. Wherever it may be, you were ready to face it side by side, you two against the world. In that perfect instant of the moment, everything felt infinite.

And as the warmth of the moment surrounded you both, the sun lowered beyond the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and purple—a promising picture for your future. You both shared a knowing look, laughter lingering in the air as you realized that you were embarking on not just a journey of love, but an adventure of life that you were both willing to embrace with open arms.

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shimmernspice · 2 days ago

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Can we perhaps get a vi x chubby!reader? Maybe it’s readers first time and they’re a little self conscious about it? I feel like there’s not a lot of them out there! (at least pertaining to Arcane) Love your work btw💫

Soft to the Touch

pairing: Vi x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, vaginal fingering (r receiving), oral sex (r receiving), body insecurity/self doubt

The dim glow of the streetlights reached through the windows of Vi's apartment in a haze, highlighting the outline of you and Vi's body in the sheets. The soft hum of the city was a stark contrast to the warmth of being nestled in the sheets. You sat there, fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of your shirt.

Vi noticed the way your shoulders tensed and the way you were lost in your thoughts. She reached out, softly dragging her calloused hands along your arm.

"Hey," she murmured, titling her eyes to meet your own. "You don't have to be nervous baby. Y'know you can trust me."

You swallowed hard trying to push down the insecurities that roared through your head. You couldn't help but feel insecure. Without hesitation, you moved your head down to pick at your nails.

"I know, I'm just... nervous I guess. I don't know what I'm doing and I don't exactly look like-" You paused in anxiety, too nervous to voice your insecurity.

It was no secret that you looked nothing like her exes. It was stupid to even think about how you found yourself catching your reflection, thinking about how you were softer than them. And your girlfriend. She was so fit with the muscles that showed off her strength. Tears started to gather in your eyes at the thoughts in your head.

Vi's brows furrowed as she brought her hand to your face, tilting your head back to her. Her thumb brushed over your skin with admiration. Sometimes you didn't understand it. How she could look at you so longingly.

"You don't 'exactly' look like what? Like someone I Love? Someone I wanna be with?" Her voice was so firm yet still so soft.

You sighed, the words feeling heavier than you wanted them to. "Like the kind of person you'd want like this."

Vi let out a short laugh, not out of mockery but in true disbelief. She shifted closer, her forehead now pressed against her. Her breath was warm and steady against your skin. "Baby, have you seen you? Every damn inch of you drives me wild."

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. Why would you think I wouldn't want you?"

Your breath hitched at the conviction in her words. She didn't say it just to make you feel better - she meant it. You searched her eyes for any doubt, any hesitation, but all you found was adoration.

"I just... I can't help but think it sometimes."

Vi smiled softly at you. "Then let me show you how much I want you baby. How much I love every part of you."

She kissed you slowly and deliberately, trying her best to pour every ounce of emotion into the press of her lips. She moved with a gentleness that made you feel like something precious.

And she held you even closer, drawing her hands against your body, mapping every curve. You felt something shifting in you. The insecurity beginning to melt away at her hands.

The kiss deepened as you ran her hair through your fingers, pulling as she suckled gently at your pulse before soothing it with her tongue. Vi smirked against your neck, her hands squeezing at your waist.

Heat pulled in your stomach her kisses continued down your body. Each one more possessive after the other.

Her hands crept under your shirt, cupping your breasts. She pulled the shirt over your head and placed her mouth on you, sweeping over your nipple with her tongue. She hummed, the vibrations making you turn your hips in search of friction.

Smirking from her spot she spoke, "These fit so perfectly in my hands baby." She continued tweaking your buds as she spoke, making you whine in desire.

Her eyes darkened with desire. "Can I taste you?" she asked, hands moving down to your wet core. Feeling how wet you wear through your underwear she begged, "Please baby. Lemme take these off so show you how much I want you."

Your hand lowered, covering Vi's where her hand traced your slit, guiding her to slip your underwear to the side. Your breath hitched, "I want this, you, but- just go slow okay?"

Vi's lips curled into a soft smile, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Always, baby. Always for you." Her voice was a low, husky whisper, thick with desire. She could feel the way your body trembled under her touch, the way your breathing staggered as she traced your wet slit.

Her fingers hooked into the waist band of your underwear, sliding them down with a gentle tug. The cool air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. But Vi's warmth replaced it instantly, her hot breath against your thigh. She kissed the inside of your knee, her lips trailing in an agonizing pace.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she whispered, voice rough with want. "Every part of you. I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby. Just let me take care of you."

Her tongue flicked out, a teasing swipe against your folds. You gasped, hips jerking involuntarily. She pressed a firm kiss to your clit, lips wrapping around the swollen bundle of nerves and sucking gently. Your hands flew to her hair as she worked over you. her tongue lapping at your slick with a hunger that made your toes curl.

"Vi-" you whimpered, voice breaking as she slipped a finger inside you.

"That's it," she whispered, watching as your hand clutched her wrist. Breathless whimpers left your mouth as you began to rock against her hand. She added a second finger, stretching you slowly as her mouth never left your clit.

She fucked you with her fingers in a slow and steady rhythm. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, too much yet not enough. "Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you want this."

Your back arched off the bed, a moan leaving your throat as her fingers pressed harder and faster. Her tongue circling your clit in tight, relentless circles. The heat in your stomach coiled tighter, thighs trembling as she pushed you closer to the edge.

You could feel it building, the pressure becoming sweet, unbearable, and then-

"Vi, I'm... I'm gonna," you choked out. Your voice barely a whisper but she heard you.

"Cum for me baby," she growled, fingers pumping harder, her mouth sucking harder. And that was all it took. Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, feeling different than if it were your own fingers.

Your body convulsed as the pleasure ripped through you, your cries filling the room. Vi didn't let up, fingers still working inside you, drawing out every last shuddering pulse of your release until you were spent.

She pulled back slowly, lips glistening with your slick. her eyes were hungry as she looked at you.

"You see that?" she murmured in satisfaction. "That's how much I want you. Every fucking inch of you."

You were still catching your breath, chest heaving. You were on cloud nine but you still managed a weak smile. Vi returned the smile, brushing your hair away from your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"You okay?" she asked. It was soft with warmth.

You nodded, sighing as your nestled closer to her. "More than okay."

Vi chuckled, wrapping an arm around you, pulling your closer to her chest. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat was soothing, grounding you into the moment.

Silence settled between you as she found her hand tracing the curves of your body. It wasn't awkward or heavy. It was peaceful, the kind of quiet that felt like safety.

After a moment she spoke again. 'Y'know, you don't ever have to worry about comparing yourself. You're the only one I see."

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, emotions still lingering at the edge of your thought. "i know... I just get so in my head sometimes."

"Then I'll just have to remind you everyday."

You laughed, softly shaking your head. "That might be a little too much baby."

Vi smirked. "Never. Not when it's you."

Your heart swelled at her words and the belief you held in them. Wrapped in her arms you let yourself sink into the warmth of her presence.

You found yourself not worrying about what you looked like. Tonight, you were just you. And to Vi that was everything.

#vi x reader #vi arcane x reader #vi x you #vi arcane #vi x fem reader #vi fluff #vi x reader smut #vi smut #god i wrote this thinking about myself too much #i'm so shameless i wrote this in less than a day

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chaosclover1999 · 3 days ago

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yeh i always hated shit like this

like okay there was a point in time where i knew i was nonbinary in some way but hadn't figured out i was a demiguy yet and i was still presenting kinda feminine-ish mainly bc of trying 2 play around w gender expression 2 c what worked, i constantly was being lumped in w women and had cis women talking 2 me abt misogyny but in a way where they clearly thought i was going 2 hav the same experiences as them bc of being visibly afab at the time, they didn't seem 2 want 2 talk abt sexism w me anymore whenever i talked abt transphobia and the transphobia i was specifically experiencing as a nonbinary person, and the few that did always tried 2 universally blame men 4 transphobia and tried 2 act like ppl not respecting me using they/them pronouns was the extent of what i was experiencing and also that it was just an extension of the sexism they experienced as cis women, they always seemed so uncomfortable and surprised whenever i brought up that it wasn't only men being transphobic 2 me and that nonbinary specific transphobia goes beyond ppl not getting that my pronouns were they/them and they would straight up start arguments w me insisting that the majority of transphobic ppl at least were men and would just straight up say i was wrong when i said that it was honestly abt 50/50 between cis men and cis women and if i tried 2 argue that "well 2day it was mostly women that were being weird abt it" then they would try 2 argue that there were definitely more guys being transphobic and i just hadn't noticed it even trying 2 put in my head the idea that random men had been being transphobic 2 me and i just didn't notice it when they hadn't been, this got especially bad when i was presenting kinda hyperfeminine and wearing lots of dresses ect and none of this was even in those kinds of spaces this was just,,, me meeting w ppl in cafes and stuff 4 various reasons, so when i started seeing shit that said "women and nonbinary ppl" i had a p good idea of what it was gonna b and i knew i wasn't actually going 2 b welcome there

naturally this got worse when i became even more aware and i realised some more things abt myself and that im specifically a demiguy who uses he/they pronouns or he/him pronouns depending on situation and how likely i think some1 is 2 switch between he/him and they/them interchangeably vs seeing "he/they" and then just using they/them pronouns 4 me, like legit i feel like most ppl don't even c me as nonbinary even tho i literally am just bc im also a guy and i present a lot more masc these days, like buzzed hair w joggers and a hoodie kinda masc bc that's just how i feel the most comfortable but bc of that and bc of me being both a guy and nonbinary im p sure i would either get misgendered or told 2 leave if i went 2 1 of those types of things

i think 1 of the things that needs 2 b talked abt within the queer community more is the performative fragility of cis women when it comes 2 trans ppl just,,, existing but especially when it comes 2 trans ppl talking abt our experiences w sexism and transphobia, a lot of cis women from my experience seem 2 treat transphobia as an extension of the sexism that they experience and not as it's own seperate axis of oppression they also never seem 2 want 2 listen 2 the concept that cis women r often transphobic and sexist 2wards trans ppl since the idea that cis women can b sexist in some way shatters their idea of how sexism works which is the concept that "woman = good and morally pure" and "men = gross/creepy and morally evil" like even a lot of cis women who don't c themselves as terfs fall victim 2 that kinda thinking, hell even i did, that's y it took me so long 2 let myself b a guy bc i had so much unlearning 2 do, i think smth that needs 2 b stated more also is that terfism is an ideological cult based around the concept of moral purity which is how so many ppl including ppl literally hurt by terfism fall victim 2 it but also it's often easier 4 cis women 2 fall victim 2 terfism and a lot of "women only spaces" or spaces that r functionally "women only spaces" when it comes 2 talking abt politics usually just has the side effect of creating an echo chamber 4 terf ideology not bc all cis women r terfs but bc it's so much easier 4 terf ideology 2 spread when there's no1 in the room who can correct misinformation or incorrect assumptions ect like it's gonna b more difficult 4 terf ideology 2 spread in a group if there's a transmasc there who's confident enough and feels safe enough 2 speak up and say "actually when u guys make jokes abt how u think all men r rapists or how u think all men should b killed it makes me feel really unsafe and is just another form of sexism, also it's literally that kind of assigning morality 2 gender that made it so difficult 2 accept myself as a guy" like sure terf ideology can still spread even when there r ppl speaking up who feel safe enough and confident enough 2 do so but it's a lot less effective than if it was a bunch of cis women in a room talking abt how they think all men r trash as a "joke"

idk mayb im just kinda jaded but if im being 100% honest i think the worst transphobia i've ever had 2 deal w has been from cis women, like at least w the handful of cis guys i've dealt w that from they r not trying 2 convince me im doing something morally reprehensible by accepting myself idk, not every1's experience ik but in my experience when cis guys r transphobic it's usually attack helicopter jokes or slurs which sucks ass but it's at least easy enough 2 b like "okay well ur clearly just being a dick" or they try 2 argue that ur gender identity is "illogical" and "doesn't make sense" which also sucks but also like being human in general doesn't make sense and doesn't really operate on logic so yeah, just kinda annoying af, whereas in my experience typically when cis women r being transphobic it usually instead is about how me transitioning was morally wrong somehow even if it's not explicitly stated that that's what it is and it's more just heavily implied with "i just don't understand how some1 could live as a woman and then choose 2 become a man after seeing how terrible they r" type statements or its "jokes" abt how they think men r terrible or it's calling transmascs sexist when we speak up abt the specific transphobia we experience and how us being transmasc plays a role in that or it's cis women saying that "bc we're men" (in quotes bc this is also said 2 ppl who don't identify as men) they now don't feel safe around us bc anything 2 close 2 "being a man" 4 them is labelled as dangerous inherently

ok hands up

how many other nonbinary/genderqueer people here hate the phrase "women and nonbinary people"

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esgaril · 2 days ago

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just to settle this for all the people saying there's nothing BH could have done differently, I'll list all the things they could have done that'd have almost the same result, but they wouldn't be seen as ignorant bullies for doing it by the world and some of the fandom

my preferred route would have been to do all of this *before* the Predathos fight, so they could go in rested and have help with it and even go from that fight right into executing the agreed upon plan. but putting that aside even after the fight they still had the chance to be true heroes instead of bullies in 10 easy steps:

NOT absorb Predathos and start the ticking clock when running on fumes

leave the chamber without him, close the layers behind you

call Keyleth to put out an alert for the Ludinus clone, to let her know that they could stop dying for you and to ask for backup guarding the gate

take a short rest and wait for the backup before moving on

go up and check in with MN to make sure everyone is fine and all threats are handled

check in with Roshinna to inform the people of Ruidus about what's going on

go back to Vasselheim and have the meeting about the future and what to do with Predathos *without* holding a gun to everyone's head and forcing your will onto everyone on the planet (hint: this is the part when they stopped being potential heroes for me). yes, this could take a few days. no, Predathos won't escape in that time. the moon not being a good prison for it anymore in the long run does not mean that you can't take a few days to make an informed and democtatic descision about the next steps

explore other options like making a new prison for Predathos in a pocket plane with an improved divine gate so it can't harm or reach anyone / has anyone tried to kill it with dunamancy? / etc. (the most frustrating part of the mortals plan is them going: well, we can't think of anything else. ..... have you tried asking other people for ideas? maybe ones who have a lot of knowledge and experience with magic? no, those people are "biased", unlike us)

even if the final plan is still making the gods mortal, explore the potential consequences and find solutions to them or at least just talk it out ahead of time so that questions like "what about the Chained Oblivion?" / "will Predathos go on and devastate countless unsuspecting worlds if we let it go?" / etc. are not an afterthought

prepare the world for the coming change before executing the plan instead of forcing it onto them within five minutes under the threat of killing all the gods if they don't comply and then get pissy that they are not grateful to you for devastating the lives of millions without warning

or as Ashton put it when it was about him: take some time and be thoughtful about it. that's all the Accord and the world ever asked of them.

#cr discourse #spoilers #c3

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stupid-autistic-rat · 4 hours ago

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Answering these cuz' i' m bored :'] ( I MISS MY WIFEEE RJFMNED )

Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

Therianthropy ! 🐾

What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

I am a Mexican wolf , at least I think that' s my breed , not too sure

Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

I do , I just realised how they fly right by my head tho T-T my most common one would prolly be mental shifts. I haven' t had many cameo shifts , only a few times where I felt more fox like or different breeds of my kind

How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

Uhhh i' m not too aware of that tbh , I just kinda do what I do. Just a wolf in the world. Ig it kinda affects me when I make decisions or state my opinion which is usually noticeably different from human opinions or decisions.

What do you think of the community?

Everyone is really nice and awesome !! 💪 working on a server rn so we can all interact :P

What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

Not too sure , just kinda chilling in my den makes me feel good. Idk how to explain how I feel too much. Maybe gear would make me feel more euphoric but I don' t need too much to prove to myself who I am. COMFORTABILITY tho I label differently. Meeting others like me makes me more comfortable since i' m around humans 24/7 ( idm but sometimes I just need to be around my kind ) . I also don' t like being forced to do a lot of human things or eat like them so meat and berries keep me more comfortable , but my parents buy a lot of shitty meat :/

Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

Not really tbh , I just kinda am chilling as a wolf stuck in some human body , I don' t give much thought about it , I' m just me

What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

Hmmm .. ig just don' t let others get in your head , people who don' t understand what you experience often shit on it cuz' they don' t have the knowledge to understand it. I' ve noticed that in people. You ARE who you are , and you feel things for a REASON. Good luck my goat

Do you have/want to have gears?

I actually would like gears , these masks look super awesome. I' m gonna collect materials to make one. I just need to draw out what I want. I would also like a tail just for comfortability and claws to help me better. Human nails SUCK.

Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

Not too sure. Pretty much was born like this ig , nothing really influenced it. Unless you mean signs or stuff from childhood. I was always super interested in my kind and interacting with related kind ( like dogs ) , and felt perfectly comfortable just existing as one of my kind , which other kids would just believe I was playing "" pretend "" , which I didn' t understand much about cuz' i' m autistic. Never changed , even as I continued to get older.

Uhhh ty for reading >:P

These were fun to answer , I LOVE QUESTIONS !!

If you are an alter/nonhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

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zepskies · 2 days ago

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hiiii, i hope your friday is going well lovely 💞💞 :) how has your week been?💕

i’m currently stuck at work and it’s beeeeeen quite the day already, but you always cheer me up so i have a random question :p

i’m thinking about the scene when dean tried cafe con leche in the midnight espresso-verse (also i’m a barista loll🥲), and he was pleasantly surprised, so it has me wondering;

if they were to get something besides plain coffee, what do you think dean/ben/beau/russell would like to drink if they ordered at a coffee shop?

i always love to hear any and all your thoughts 🙂‍↕️🤍

Hello my lovely! 💞💞 I actually am in recovery this week after having a surgical procedure yesterday, so I'm finally getting a chance to catch up on my TBR reading and the shows I've had on my watchlist. 🤪

Ooh introducing Dean to Cuban espresso was the scene that inspired that whole fic of Midnight Espresso, and ultimately turned it into a whole series of Dean x plus-sized Latina fun!! lol

This is such a fun question though!! You as a barista probably know way more about coffee than I do, but here's my take on these guys' orders...

HEADCANON: What Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw would order at a coffee shop. ☕

Dean Winchester

Why, an espresso of course! 🤎

Cram that little cup full of sugar, and you've got Dean hooked on a heavy-hitter fix that'll keep him up during long research sessions. (It also gives you the opportunity to distract him from said research, give him a taste of another steamy fix. 😘❤️‍🔥)

Beau Arlen

Ooh I feel like he'd protest at first and claim to solely drink Americanos, but he's a basic latte guy.

Hit him with some caramel or hazelnut, and he's happy. But you could also hook him into being a little adventurous with a pistachio or "brown sugar" latte lol. Like most things, Beau is willing to try almost anything once. 😉

Soldier Boy (Ben)

So he's definitely going to be thrown by all the modern selections of coffee. (i.e. "What the fuck is oatmilk?") And how the hell can you get milk out of cashews and almonds?

All the health crazes, "drip" coffee, and milk alternatives are definitely going over his head, or he's mocking them. ("Save that pussy drink for Hughie." 💀)

But one thing he might go for, other than a black coffee, is a nice cold brew, hold off on too much foam -- can't be getting the milkstache, now can he? But he'll like it even better if you make it "Irish." 💚

Russell Shaw

Last but certainly not least, we have Russell! I don't think he's picky about his coffee, considering he probably drinks a lot of free motel coffee. lol

But! I think he'd appreciate a nice flat white at a proper café. It's more robust than a normal cappuccino and less milk, so he'd argue that he's getting more "bang for his buck." 😂

AN: @wvffles Hope you liked this little headcanon, friend, and that it cheers you up! I LOVE me some coffee, so this question with the guys was really fun to contemplate. 😘☕

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For your Valentine's Event: Single Red Rose with Benn Beckman. ❤️

DESCRIPTION: Single Red Rose- When your date goes wrong, they come to your rescue

WARNINGS: mutual pining but it all works out.

CHARACTERS: Benn Beckman

WORDS: 923

A/N: Thank you @thecrimsonacademic for this request for the Valentine's Event! I hope you like what I came up with for Beck. This is my second time writing for him so I'm still trying to get the hang of getting his personality down

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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When you’d returned to the Red Force, Benn immediately noticed the extra bounce in your step and unshakable smile. His eyes always seemed to find you regardless of what was going on around him but when your mood was this good, it was impossible for him to not notice. You must have encountered something very fun to do on the island they’d stopped at. Still it didn't explain why you were back so soon. He was one of the few on watch duty. You were part of the group out exploring the island. Curious he stepped up beside you as you made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink. “What’s got you so upbeat? Yasopp get drunk and fall asleep in a flowerbed again?”

“No! It's too early for that, even for him.” You grinned, leaning against the counter while Beck grabbed a drink of his own. “I’ve got a date tonight.”

Not a lot surprised Benn much anymore but that declaration did make him pause and the once delicious mouthful of ale in his mouth seemed to become heavier and harder to swallow. While nothing ever explicit had happened between you both, Benn was very aware of his feelings that had been growing for you to be beyond just crewmates and friends.

You’d both flirted more times than he could count and been affectionate but nothing ever romantic or sexual since Benn believed letting things take the natural course to be the best plan of action. Seemed while he was on the ship and you were out on your own, someone caught your eye. He was a realist to know this wasn’t love for you and this random person. The ship would be setting sail in a couple days, this was just something to pass the time. Regardless of the meaning, the word ‘date’ twisted something unpleasant in him.

“A date huh?” Beck asked, keeping an air of calm and lightheartedness in his words because the last thing he would ever do was sour your happiness. “Hope they’re able to show you a good time. You deserve it.”

“I hope so too.” You smiled warmly as you finished your drink and sighed with a light shrug. “But if turns into a bad time, I’ll not cry over it. They’re cute, but not that cute. I’m going to get ready.” You stepped away and walked towards the door only to stop and quickly turn to look at Benn warningly but still with a touch of playfulness in your stare. “And if Shanks asks-”

“I know, I know. ” Beckman chuckled, knowing the last thing you'd want on a date was for Shanks to lurk nearby or tease you and disrupt things. “I won’t say a word until we set sail.”

“You’re the best, Beck.” You beamed before disappearing down the hallway to get ready for your night.

It wasn't long after you’d left to go meet your date when Lucky and Hongo returned to allow Benn and the others remaining on board to go out and see the island and have some fun. Beck knew he wouldn’t need to search far to find at least someone in the crew, knowing their lively presences would make themselves known without any effort. He was right because someone in the crew did appear, he was just surprised to see it was you and even stranger still you were on your own and the bounce you had in your step earlier was gone. “Hey you.” Beck greeted, his voice snapping you out of your thoughts. “What happened?”

“Guy never showed.” You explained with a small shrug. “Left a message that had he known I was a pirate he wouldn’t have asked me out.”

“You’re kidding.” Benn asked with eyebrows raised and a disbelieving shake of his head, some people were so gutless. “I’m sorry-“

“Don’t apologise, Beck. Like I said he was cute, but not cute enough to cry over. I just wish I hadn’t wasted my time getting ready for it to go to waste.” You shrugged, smiling softly at Beck’s sympathy. “Have a good night. I’ll see you on the ship.”

As you moved to head in the direction of the ship you were swiftly caught by Benn’s hand and stopped. You looked up at your crewmate and let out a sigh to see him looking at you with a serious look. Truthfully you weren’t in any way hurt by what had happened. You’d mostly agreed to a date with someone else because you thought it would take your mind off of your feelings for the man in front of you. Now you hated that he looked upset on your behalf.“Beck, honestly I’m fine.”

“Fine or not you look too good to let it go to waste. C’mon you wanted a date, you’re getting a date.” Benn instructed, leading you back towards the town. When you opened your mouth to protest he grinned at you. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure you have fun.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” You huffed out with a smile, finally letting him lead you wherever he wanted. “Fine, I’m curious now to see how Benn Beckman operates on a date. Show me what you got Beck.”

“Oh that’s a tall order.” Benn laughed, adjusting his hand to lace his fingers with yours. “Y’see to really get the full experience it’ll take a lot more than a single date. Could take a long while.”

“That so?” You grinned walking side by side with him. “I’ve got the time.”

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wrttenbyhan · 2 days ago

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midnight comforts

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :

scared!fem reader x comforting boyfriend!han jisung

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :

i wasn't ignoring you guys - the next thing i was working on was taking way too long so i decided to make this while you wait - also follow my instagram hanswish! i follow back ~

han always did more than he could handle. he gave you extra presents on special occasions, made sure to give you lots of hugs and kisses everyday and made time to listen to your problems.

you sometimes thought it was too much, but he would always say that it was fine and that he wanted to do this, he wanted to do it for you. you still think that he does a lot either way.

you had a nightmare. han screamed at you to leave and never come back. it felt so real so that when you woke up, you started to cry.

han stirred and woke up, annoyed about being interrupted in his relaxing slumber. but when he saw you crying, his heart broke and he held you close.

“oh you poor thing.. what’s up?”

you tell him the nightmare you just had and kept sobbing into his shirt. he ran his fingers through your hair and sighed.

“it was just a dream, yeah? just breathe,”

he inhaled and exhaled slowly and loudly so you can hear,

“just like that. you’re doing so well. do you want tea? or perhaps some warm milk?”

you don’t respond, the only reply han got was a few sniffles and a small sob. he sighed once more and held you close, rubbing your back gently, trying his best not to mess up.

“shh.. you’re alright, love. everything is fine. i’m here. it was just a nightmare. i would never do anything to hurt you.”

he pressed a few kisses to your head before whispering,

“come on.. let’s get up. you want warm milk, right?”

you nodded and he nodded as well. he shifted out of the bed, slowly standing up. he looks back at you and holds out a hand.

you took han’s warm hand, still sniffling, and he guided you out of bed and into the kitchen,. the entire house was quiet and dark so no one was apparently awake besides you two at the moment.

“sit here for me while i prepare your milk, okay?”

he led you to the barstool and patted your back, going to the cabinets to make the warm milk for you.

you watch as han worked quickly and with ease, heating up the milk and pouring it into a mug he bought for you on your first date with him.

he placed the warm milk in front of you and sits in the stool next to you, his body turned so he was facing you.

“drink up, slowly now..”

he watched you drank the warm milk with a small and reassuring smile on his face. he reached out and places a hand on your thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

“do you feel better, at least a little?”

you nod and place the now empty glass in front of you. he smiles once seeing you finish it, but notices that you weren't saying anything.

he looked you over and saw tears starting to well up in your eyes again. he sighs and gives you a look filled with melancholy.

"you know that that nightmare wasn't real, right? i would never tell you to leave.. or yell at you at matter.”

you nod, but the vivid memory of han screaming at you was still clear as day in your mind, and so you started to sob even more.

he watched as your eyes slowly met his as he gently held your face. he looked at you with sad eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.

“are you scared of losing me or something? is that why you're crying?”

you slowly nod as tears continued to flow down your cheeks. your cheeks felt warm and you had tears all over the sleeve of your hoodie.

han tutted softly and leaned in closer so that your faces were now inches apart.

“oh baby.. i would never want to lose you. you know that, right? i would never want you to go and i’m not going anywhere, love. don’t cry..”

his shirt was now damp but he didn’t care. he continued to rub your back, gently rocking you back and forth, his chin resting on the top of your head. he was trying to soothe you with his comforting and warm words, not knowing what else to do to stop your tears.

“you know what?”

he says, suddenly standing up. his arms snaked around your waist. he started to sway, side to side, to and fro, with only the refrigerator light for you to see, the only music being the hum of the heater and the passing cars.

your arms find themselves around his neck. he smiles tiredly, and you rest your head on his shoulder as you two slow danced.

he lifts your chin and looks you in the eye.

“you good, baby?”

when you nod, he smiles softly, and continues swaying. it was quiet. but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was actually quite nice. just him and you, in the kitchen, slow dancing at three in the morning. he burrows his face in the crook of your neck, leaving feathery kisses every so often.

he hums, the vibration from his throat sending a shiver down your spine. he was definitely tired. but he wasn't going to go back to sleep until you were in the bed with him again.

he pulls away for a moment, lifting your chin once more. he cups your cheek, and kisses your forehead gently.

“baby, c’mon. let’s go back to bed.”

he groans quietly, he wanted to go back to bed. but he wouldn't force you if you wanted to keep dancing. he continues to sway you to and fro, and he hums again. the melody was soothing, and it was the perfect lullaby to get you tired again. he rubs your back in circles, and nuzzles his face in your neck again

he lifts his head up and looks at you with a smirk plastered on his face. you two lock eyes, and he stares at you with a look of adoration. he then closes his eyes in a tired manner.

“please, let’s go back to bed..”

he murmurs softly, and you sigh, giving in. the thought of a nice warm bed with your boyfriend is just too good to say no to.

you nod and han drags you over to the bedroom.

he holds you close, his head on top of yours as he hums softly. he rubs your back in slow, smooth motions. after a few moments of silence, he whispers.

“did you want to talk about it some more..?”

“no, i’m good now.”

he lets out a soft sigh of relief, continuing to rub your back.

“well... if you ever need anything, just wake me up, yeah? even if it’s four am in the goddamn morning.”

he chuckles softly.

“i’m serious, you can wake me up anytime.”

he shifts a bit so that he's able to press a kiss to the top of your head, his hold on you tightening a little. you sigh and mumble,

“i love you, han.”

he smiles warmly, his heart feeling full.

“i love you too.”

with one hand, he gently grabs your chin and tilts your head up. he kisses your forehead, both of your cheeks and then your lips, each one slow and filled with so much love.

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bibbleisking · 3 days ago

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Shut up- Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Matt had been in Boston the previous month with his brothers, visiting family. Sadly you were stuck in LA. Not being able to go because of work related reasons. A lot can happen in a month. So, you had a lot to catch Matt up on, and you were talking his ear off. Matt shut you up.

Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, language

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You and Matt sat on his bed, your leg draped over his lap as he absentmindedly traced circles on your thigh. Normally, that small touch would set off an entire zoo in your stomach, but right now, you were too caught up in talking his ear off. A month was a long time, and he’d missed a lot.

“I step outside to Ansley’s backyard because I swear to god if one more drunken idiot bumped into me I was going to lose my goddamn mind, obviously. And guess what I see!” You say, speaking so fast that it was hard to keep up.

“What?” Matt replies.

“Raya and Tyson-fucking-smith full on sharing dna on Ansley’s back porch swing thing. I swear to god that man’s tongue was IN her throat like what the fuck? It was genuinely so disgusting, oh my god… I thought I was going to be sick.”

Matt opens his mouth to speak, but before he could share his teasing commentary, more words spewed rapidly from your plump lips.

“And that’s not even the craziest part, Matt!”

You’re practically breathless, speaking so fast that your words trip over each other, but you don’t care. You’re in the zone, fully animated, reliving every detail like it’s a scene straight out of a movie. Your hands move wildly, eyes alight with disbelief as you lean in closer, fingers gripping Matt’s bicep like you need him to understand just how insane this story is.

But Matt—Matt isn’t listening. Not really.

He wants to. Or at least he’s trying to. He catches fragments of your rant—something about Tyson, some drama at Ansley’s house, some absolutely horrifying visual of people “sharing DNA” in public—but all of it is white noise compared to you.

The way you’re sprawled out beside him, your leg casually tossed over his lap like it belongs there. The way your oversized hoodie—his—is slipping off your shoulder, exposing the bare skin beneath. The way your shorts ride up just enough that his palm, resting firm and steady against your thigh, feels like it’s burning with every slow, lazy stroke of his thumb against your skin.

You don’t even seem to notice.

But he does.

And it’s killing him.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, tilting his head as he forces himself to respond. “That already sounds pretty insane—”

“No, shut up, listen.” Your fingers grip around his arm, your breath coming a little faster now, all urgency and frustration. “Ansley saw them. And she didn’t care. Like, she walked right past them, grabbed another drink, and kept it moving. As if Tyson wasn’t literally dating her two weeks ago!”

Matt exhales, shaking his head with a low whistle. “Damn. That’s cold.”

“Right?!” You groan, throwing yourself back against the pillows with enough force to make the bed shake. Your hand drags down your face, pure exasperation written all over you. “Like, either she’s the most badass person alive, or she’s secretly plotting his murder.” You pause to take a breather.

Matt chuckles, shifting slightly beside you. Before you even register it, he moves closer, his weight shifting onto one elbow, his body leaning into yours just enough to make the air in your lungs stall for half a second. His hand—the one on your thigh, the one that’s been there this entire time—tightens slightly, fingers pressing just a little deeper into your skin.

“You done now?” he asks, voice lower now, rougher.

You blink, thrown by the sudden shift. “Why?” Your eyes narrow. “You got something to say?”

Matt exhales slowly, his gaze flickering from your lips to your eyes and back again, like he’s weighing something. Deciding.

Then, his lips quirk at the corner, and his voice drops into something damn near dangerous—

“Yeah, actually. You talk too much.”

And then—he moves.

There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. One moment, you’re rambling, your mind caught up in the chaos of your own story, and the next—

Matt’s lips are on yours.

It’s slow at first. Not hesitant, just measured—like he’s savoring the moment, like he’s giving you time to react. His hand slides up, fingers skimming beneath the hem of your hoodie, brushing against the bare skin of your waist. He’s warm. So warm. And suddenly, the hoodie, the room, everything feels too hot, like the air itself has thickened.

You don’t pull away.

Instead, your fingers tighten in the fabric of his hoodie and you find yourself gripping it like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

Matt takes that as an invitation.

The kiss deepens, his mouth moving against yours with something equal parts teasing and devastating. His hand, still on your thigh, flexes just slightly, and your mouth slightly opens to gasp. Matt softly slide his tongue right in. It’s maddening, the way he’s taking his time, drawing it out like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

When he finally pulls back, just enough to let you breathe, he doesn’t move far. His lips still ghost over yours, his breath warm against your skin, and when he speaks, his voice is low, dripping with amusement.

“That shut you up, huh?”

Your brain is still catching up. Your pulse is still pounding. But you refuse to let him win that easily.

You blink, swallow, force your voice into something almost steady. “Maybe I just ran out of things to say.”

Matt exhales a laugh, shaking his head like he almost believes you. His thumb brushes slow, lazy circles into your skin—soothing, teasing, relentless.

“Yeah, sure.” His voice is softer now, like he’s memorizing the way you look in this moment.

“Shut up,” you giggle breathlessly.

He tilts his head slightly, his smirk deepening as he watches you, eyes dark with something unreadable. His thumb is still tracing slow, lazy circles against your thigh, like he has all the time in the world to drive you insane.

“Oh, I need to shut up?” His voice is low now, teasing, laced with something that makes your stomach flip.

You swallow, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it’s impossible with the way he’s looking at you—like he’s already won. Before you can stumble your words and make a foul of yourself, you latch onto the neck of his hoodie, pulling him in and yet again bring your lips together.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #fluff #sturniolo triplets #relationship #fanfic #oneshot #teasing

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moon-ttokki-x · 2 days ago

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Your fic about safe is so amazing I'm inlove with it?? Could you do a similar one but with daddy issues like you're dating Han or Chris (idm which you pick) and you sometimes worry he'll leave you + Ur own issues, tw? Bipolar and depression? Whatever makes you comfortable to do at least

aha thank you so much ! i just titled this one 'depressed reader' but all of the main details are in the descriptions below >< also i couldn't decide between writing chan or han so i just kind of wrote both lol . . . hopefully this one brings you some comfort too, anon <3

hold me - bang chan x depressed!reader

pairing: bang chan x depressed!reader

summary: watching chan with one of his members makes everything you've felt lately rise to the surface.

genre: fluff, idol! au, comfort at the end, depression, hinting to bipolar disorder, heavy descriptions of relationship issues (i made it sort of vague so it applies to a lot of scenarios), descriptions of ed, deprecating and negative thoughts, breakdowns, attachment issues, chan is the sweetest most understanding person in the whole world, jisung is mentioned multiple times in this fic

a/n: sending love to all my readers ! you are all soso appreciated <3. divider from @ianrkives

You hesitantly open the door to the studio after knocking twice. When there's no reply, you quickly step inside and blink. The room is pretty much dark, the only source of light coming from a dim standing lamp in the corner.

Chan is seated at his desk, hunched over the soundboard, with a pair of headphones clasping either side of his head. You can barely see him in the dark, only his face, hands, and the column of his throat visible out of the baggy black clothes he always likes to wear.

He doesn't look up as you enter and then quietly shut the door, too focused on the wavy, lilting lines and sequences of the song production software in front of him. You sigh softly and walk up to him, coming from the side so you don't startle him. Placing your bag down on the small table before the sofa, you place a couple of hesitant fingers on the arm of his chair.

"Channie?" You say quietly.

He's still squinting at the screen, somehow so focused he doesn't even see you right next to him. Or maybe it's the light from the screen; when you stare at a device for so long in the dark, it gets difficult to see anything else.

But he suddenly seems to sense your movement, and he must have realised it was you, because he wraps an arm around your waist and gently pulls you closer.

"Hi, baby," he murmurs, not taking his eyes off the screen. His gaze is focused and almost intense as he scrutinizes every soundbar and beat of the music. You bite your lip.

You begin to worry a little then; have you disturbed him from his work? Maybe you shouldn't have come, or at least sent him a text telling him you were coming to the company studio. Maybe he would be more comfortable if you just left him alone.

Before your thoughts can descend on your head like a static black cloud, Chan finally slips off his headphones, leaning back in his chair with a heavy exhale. His arm is still around your waist and so he tugs you with him a little bit, eyes roaming over your face as he stretches.

"Sorry," he says, sighing contentedly as his back pops a little. "Got so caught up, didn't realise I'd be here so late."

"It's okay," you say quietly. "I figured."

Chan catches the hint of sadness creeping into your tone and he pulls you onto his lap, coiling strong arms around your torso. His unruly, ruffled curls tickle the naps of your neck and you squirm, letting out an involuntary giggle. Though the sound is happy, it immediately fills you with a creeping feeling of disgust, and you reproachfully close your mouth.

Chan doesn't seem to notice; he seems rather content to just keep you on his lap. He's absentmindedly singing something, and you stand up off of his lap suddenly, brushing yourself off. For some unknown reason, you begin to feel a bit embarrassed, like you used to feel around Chan when you didn't know him too well.

The man in question sits up a little straighter in his chair, smiling at you. "How was your day, baby?"

"Good," you say a little curtly. You're not sure where the tone is coming from, and you shove the feeling down before you can say something in a way you'd regret.

Chan hums thoughtfully and pokes you lightly in the stomach. "Just good, hmm? Usually I'd get a lot more than that... are you okay?"

"Yes," you say quietly, even though you feel anything but. You're grateful for the darkness then, because it means Chan can't see the tears beginning to prickly hotly at the corners of your eyes. You keep your voice strong and fight the urge to sniffle so as not to alert him. "Just had a long day. You?"

Saying those sentences almost makes you break.

Chan can never know what it's like; how it feels to be brushed off and ignored and attacked by someone who is supposed to love you. To feel like you don't really matter, or that your thoughts and ideas and dreams are just that; useless, empty words inside your head. And to be constantly reminded of how little your worth is, to the point where you're not sure what love is, or what it looks like.

Chan will never understand; he had a completely normal childhood, with a completely normal family and upbringing, and he's normal. Normal in the way that he has people to turn to, people who love and support him, and he's normal in the way that he doesn't scrutinize his own actions every single second of every single day.

And he will never know what it's like to be struggling with something to the point where it all just builds up inside your head like a messy pile of bricks. Where it all weighs down heavy on your mood and sends clouds of dust into the air, distorting and warping your emotions.

So far you've been able to control your mood swings around him; you'd succeeded in making Chan think that you're a person who likes to sleep a lot. In reality you just lie down and keep your eyes and mouth shut so you don't end up acting hypomanic or have outbursts at him. At least it's working; you would much rather keep it all inside than bare the most vulnerable parts of yourself to someone who might decide to turn away and leave you because of it.

You've learnt that keeping those thoughts and emotions inside is better, because then at least people stay. For some time, anyway. Lately you've been feeling like you're biding your time, waiting until the day where Chan finds out everything and decides to do what's best for himself.

When he decides to leave you.

"...And then Han decided he was going to try and do his makeup himself all of a sudden, and of course it was a whole mess. I had to clean sparkly highlighter out of his mouth. I mean, how does that even happen?"

You blink. Chan has been talking this whole time while you've been zoned out of your mind, pitifully burying yourself in your struggles. You climb out of the pit but for a moment and nod along, though he still can't see you because of the dark. You hope that he's just been talking about Han the whole time and not anything else, because if you missed something, Chan will definitely know something's wrong. You inwardly curse yourself for making a habit out of replying to every event and topic that comes out of Chan's mouth.

"Does he not know you guys have perfectly good stylists for that?" You murmur, carding a hand through his fluffy hair.

He sighs exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. "Apparently not."

You feel the slightest hint of mirth warming your heart as you notice the tips of Chan's rough, calloused fingers covered in the faintest hint of sparkles. But it quickly disappears, replaced by a cold, dead numbness that seems to encapsulate your whole being. Like icy water.

"Anyways," Chan stretches again, standing up. "How come you're here and not at home?"

Slightly taken aback at the blunt statement, you stutter a little. Chan's eyes go wide and he shakes his hands frantically in front of himself. "N-not like that! I'm glad you're here, it's just that it's really late and I thought you would be asleep by now..."

You blink at him, and then at the clock. He has a point; the white LEDs on the display read 1:43 am. Normally you'd be passed out in bed at this time.

"Couldn't sleep," you say. "I missed you."

And it's true. You did miss him. But suddenly you're looking straight through Chan to someone else and saying that last sentence to him instead. You clench your fists.

"Aww," Chan whines cutely, pulling you into a hug. "My baby. I missed you too. This new song track is killing me."

You pull back from the hug and kiss him on the cheek, partly because kissing Chan makes him go all red, and if you let him hug you any longer, you'll probably break down.

Chan does go red and you poke him lightly in the side, teasing gently. He chuckles and jerks away as you walk to the low table and pick up a bag. "I brought food."

"Oh, you're the best," Chan dives for the bag and eagerly digs through, clumsily kissing your cheek as he pulls the lid off one of the takeout containers. He sits down on the couch before pulling out a pair of chopsticks from the bag and heaping a mouthful of the food. He groans loudly. "This is so good."

"Tastes better after work, doesn't it?" You sit down next to him and lean back, looking at the ceiling. You cross your arms over your stomach to keep it quiet.

Chan nods eagerly and holds out his chopsticks. "Say ahh, Y/n."

You shake your head ruefully but Chan insists, moving closer. Relenting, you open your mouth and feel the warmth of the food against your tongue. It tastes so good, and for a second, you think about asking for more, but you realise that Chan needs it more. After all, he's been working all night.

Besides, if you ask for more of his food, he might think you're being greedy and look at you that certain way that someone else does.

In disgust.

You know in your heart that Chan would never do these sorts of things, but the doubt nags consistently at your consciousness, tugging your mood one way and then your emotions the next. The constant change between feelings is almost giving you whiplash and you exhale, closing your eyes and leaning back into the couch.

"Baby?"

"Mm," you say without opening your eyes.

"Is everything okay?" You hear him setting down his chopsticks, feel the tiny thud through the table as he sets the already-empty container down gently. Your heart drops to your stomach.

Keep it together. He doesn't know anything.

You sigh and sit up, your heartstrings twinging. "Just a lot to think about lately. Why?"

Chan nods, leaning back into the couch next to you. "It's just that you've been really quiet lately. I was wondering if something was going on..."

He ends his reply on a sort of question, like he's expecting you to open up to him about everything at once. You almost laugh out loud at the absurdity of it. How could he possibly expect you to do something like that? And so easily too...

You inwardly scoff. Nice try. You're not getting anything out of me, Chan. Better you don't know anyway. I know you'll change your mind about me.

But your heart takes control of your mouth, and maybe it's the constant sense of longing you seem to have around Chan, but you want to open up to him. Tell him everything, about your terrible past and terrible experiences, and all you are because of it. And a sudden, lingering sense of hope makes you believe that even after you tell him all of it, he'll stay.

Even if it's just for a moment.

"I, um.. I just had an argument with someone," you say vaguely. And it's not entirely the truth. But it's not exactly a lie either. The words shouted at you earlier flash through your mind, white and hot and painful. Like a fresh cut, a harsh, swift slice too deep and sudden to process. Where, for a moment, there's nothing, until the blood starts filling the white gap and then spilling over, like a gruesome parody of tears.

Chan turns to face you on the couch. "Argument? About what?"

You shift a little uncomfortably. Now you have to tell him. "About- just whatever."

"It's not whatever, Y/n," he says firmly. "Not if it's making you this upset."

And maybe it's the sudden realisation that Chan is so normal, with his normal family and mind and life that you feel a raging pang of jealousy fill you up from your toes to your head. You huff and turn away.

"It's nothing," you grit your teeth, fighting not to spit venom.

Stop it, Y/n. It's not his fault.

Chan blinks in surprise at your slightly harsh response but doesn't push you any further. You don't look at him, but you hear him sigh and get up to toss the empty takeout container in the trash. Your heart sinks and you wait for him to turn around and chide you for being so rude and stubborn. After all, he was just trying to help.

But he doesn't. He sits back down on the couch, and looks up at the ceiling, so that you two are lying next to each other in the exact same position. He doesn't talk, either.

You both sit in deafening silence.

You're grateful when the door opens with a haphazard bang and Han walks in, clad in an oversized grey hoodie and sweats. He's clutching a notebook in his hands, glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose. You know the story Chan told earlier was true because you can see smears of sparkly highlighter high on his cheekbones. He doesn't seem to be aware of the time, nor the dark state of the room, or the fact that you're so tense your shoulders feel like concrete.

You're grateful for the interruption until he walks over to Chan and promptly sits in his lap. Han murmurs a few lyrics to him, who seems unfazed by the sudden action, and questions about what he thinks could be changed with the song words. Chan replies quietly and his gaze flicks to you in the dimness of the room, but you just shrug, saying you don't mind.

But sitting there, watching Han sit so quietly and comfortably in Chan's lap makes your heart pang for some reason. He wasn't afraid, didn't ask if it was okay, just sat right down and made himself comfortable. Because you know for a fact Chan lets him do this.

And maybe it's the way Chan strokes an absentminded finger down Han's shoulder, or the way he speaks so softly, or the way it's so reminiscent of someone taking care of their child, but you find your eyes brimming with hot tears by the time Han gets up and leaves.

Chan turns to you, about to say something about the lyrics of the new track, but he stops short. A look of worry comes over his expression.

He scoots closer, placing a warm hand on your arm. "Baby? Are you okay?"

All you can do is shake your head, your eyes scrunching up as you fall into his arms. Chan holds you close, one hand cradling your head against his chest like you're the most precious thing in the whole world. Little do you know, to him, you are.

You sob. The reality of everything comes crashes down on you and all you can do is wail and hiccup into Chan's warm, solid chest. You expect him to push you away by the time the tears have soaked through his shirt, but he doesn't. He holds you close and rocks you gently, shushing you and cooing as he wipes hot, sticky streaks off your cheekbones.

You can't help but cry harder. Your eyes almost sting from how hard you've scrunched them up, and your hands ball in the back of Chan's hoodie like it's a lifeline. And it is. You feel that if you let go, you might fall and never return.

"I'm here," you hear Chan whispering through the mess. "I'm here."

Again and again he says it, and every time he does, your tears flow a little slower, and he keeps saying it until your breakdown has reduced itself to a fit of hiccups and messy sniffles. Still he doesn't push you away, or snap at you to get over it, or that your tears mean nothing. He just sits and holds you.

When you finally look up, Chan is smiling gently, reassuringly, though a little sadly. He sees the look in your eyes and knows you don't want to talk about it, so he sits and rocks you softly on his lap. You squeeze your eyes shut and heave in a rocky breath.

Please just keep holding me, you beg him silently. Just for a while.

And he does. And he doesn't let go, not even when you whimper into his shoulder and soak the juncture of his neck with your misery. He kisses the salty wetness away and strokes the pads of his fingers across your face, where the skin is red and sticky.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I'm sorry," you cry. "I can't get it all out of my head, and- it's too much, and I can't-"

"Shh, baby. I've got you, okay? Just breathe for me."

You heave in a few breaths and continue clinging to him. He feels so warm and safe. All you want is to be surrounded by him, to breathe him in, have him tell you that he loves you.

He must have read your mind, because he leans close to your ear and whispers firmly.

"I'm not leaving you, yeah? I'm gonna stay right here, hold you til you're better. You mean the world to me, hmm? Do you know that?"

You shake your head sadly.

"Now you do. I'm not going anywhere," he says with such conviction that you almost begin to believe it. He wraps his arms closer around you and kisses your forehead, whispering fiercely.

"I promise."

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 days ago

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Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 71 ~ Version 2

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 3,650ish

Summary: You take the cure and deal with the consequences.

Notes: Please send in reactions! Can't believe we're here. At the end. I am literally sobbing. I don't think I can handle this. I've never loved a series like I have this one before. HELP PLAN MY NEW LOGAN SERIES HERE. (new link!)

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“Are you sure?” Logan asked. He didn’t want to risk it, but watching you die this way was breaking him.

“I’m exhausted, Lo,” you rasped. “And Laura’s right. I need to at least try.”

You coughed, ash pouring from your mouth and into the water that you were sitting in. Laura held you up and you slipped further into the water. She couldn’t have you drowning before the cure was in you.

“Is there anything we need to know before she takes the cure?” Logan asked Wade.

“No,” Wade shook his head. “They said if she takes it, it should activate her phoenix ability and she should be good as new.”

“I want my bed,” you rasped. “I’m not dying in this pool.”

“I’ll grab a towel,” Laura said, rushing away.

Wade and Logan helped you to your feet before Laura showed up with a few towels. She quickly dried your freezing body with one before wrapping you up in two others. Logan scooped you up into his arms and carried you to your bedroom. Wade and Laura followed. Laura quickly came around to the other side of your bed and held you.

“I need you all to know how grateful I am for you,” you start, knowing that this could very well be the end. “I don’t know where I would be without you in my life.”

“Sad and depressed, my Little Flame. I am your sole provider of happiness,” Wade joked, only to be growled at by Logan.

You huffed out a laugh. “I owe you a lot, Wade. For finding this cure and for saving Laura and I. Not to mention, bringing Logan into our lives.”

“You can repay me by getting better, Buttercup.”

“I’ll try.” You turned your attention to Laura. “Thank you for being the best daughter.”

Laura shook her head, tears trickling down her cheeks. “No, I had the best mother. You didn’t have to take me in and yet you did. I owe you everything.”

“If this doesn’t work, continue being better than you were made to be.”

“I will, mom, I promise.”

You gave her forehead a light kiss. “I love you, kiddo.”

“I love you more, mom.”

“Impossible,” you smiled. You finally turned your attention to Logan, who was staring at you with glossy eyes. You reached over and took his hand. “Lo… It’s all going to be okay, no matter what happens.”

He sat down on the bed and gripped your hand a little tighter. “I can’t– I can’t do this without you.”

“Yes you can, babe. Because this time, no matter what happens, you are not alone. Without me, you still have Wade and Laura. You need them just as they need you. You can’t walk away.”

“Darlin’--”

“No, Logan. You promise me that you won’t walk away. Not from them. Not from your family.”

“I promise, doll.”

“Good.”

“I need you to know that I never thought that I’d love again until I found you.”

“I feel the same… I love you, Lo.”

Logan leaned forward and crashed his lips against yours. He didn’t care who all was in the room, he needed to kiss you. “I love you, too, baby. So much.”

“You all stay together, okay?” You looked around the room at your small found family. “You stick together.”

“Can do, Buttercup,” Wade said. “Anything for our Little Flame.”

“And the cure… it will set off my phoenix ability?”

“That’s what they said.”

“So… it will kill me?”

Wade sighed. “Yes.”

“Okay… let’s get this over with.”

Logan pulled the cure from his pocket and opened it up for you. You noticed how his hand was shaking as he offered it to you. You took it in your weak hand and took a deep breath before throwing the liquid back like a shot. The burning sensation quickly escalated inside of you, causing you to be thrown into a coughing fit. Laura tried to steady you but as soon as her hands hit your skin, they shot off at how hot you were. In the time that Laura had known you, you had never been that hot. The bedding around you began to burn as you screamed out in pain.

Wade yanked Laura away from you to protect her. Logan stumbled back as the flames grew, completely surrounding you. His heart was breaking at your screams, forcing the tears from his eyes. His claws slipped out of his knuckles as he fought to keep himself from going to you. He couldn’t risk it if this cure was going to work. Logan’s eyes clenched shut as you took a dramatic inhale and completely went limp on the bed.

“Mom!” Laura couldn’t help but cry out, Wade keeping her back.

The flames grew in temperature and intensity. Wade dragged Laura around the bed and to the door. You were fully covered in flames now, unable to be seen by the others. Logan moved in front of Wade and Laura, to shield them from the flames and the sight. The flames grew a bit bigger for a brief second before completely disappearing, revealing your ashes in their place.

“Mom,” Laura sobbed. Wade turned her around and held her tightly.

Tears streamed down Logan’s face as he stared at the pile of ashes that replaced you. He stepped forward only for Wade’s arm to snap out to stop him.

“You can’t,” Wade said, voice cracking. “If her ashes are disturbed, there’s no hope for her returning.”

Logan’s stomach sank. He hated this. He didn’t know enough about this ability of yours that made you so different from the other you’s across the multiverse. And the more Logan learned about it, the more he actually began to hate it. But it was now the only hope they had in you returning. So he would make sure nothing prevented that from happening.

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No one was allowed in your room. Logan had locked it. Laura hid away in her room, crying out for you. It was breaking Wade and Logan further to hear that. Wade was trying his best to help her, but Laura was pushing him away. She had begun to refuse to eat until you returned. Logan wasn’t happy about it, though he was only keeping down alcohol at this point and trying not to walk away from it all.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” Wade sighed as he slumped into the seat next to Logan at the table. “I’ve tried everything, but Laura won’t eat.”

“It’s been five days,” Logan muttered. “She’s gotta eat something.”

“Yeah, well, so do you.”

“I’m fine.”

Wade scoffed. “Bullshit.”

“I’ll go talk to her,” Logan huffed, pushing himself up and shuffling to Laura’s room.

Logan opened the door and slipped into Laura’s dark room. She was curled up in bed, clutching the dog tags and wearing her old purple sunglasses. Logan shut the door behind him and leaned against the door. He stayed there, silent, as he mulled over what to say.

“I’ve seen her go to flames before,” Laura rasped, breaking the tense silence. “I was so scared… My dad grabbed me and held me back from reaching her. He promised that she would come back and that we just had to wait… Thinking back on it, I’m sure he was saying that more for himself than for me… He would have never been able to live without her… I don’t know if I can.”

“Yeah… me either, kid,” murmured Logan.

“What if she never comes back?”

“Then, I guess, we try to move on.”

Laura turned to face him. “Do you think we can do that?”

Logan sighed. “I really don’t know, kid… But what I do know is that you need to eat.”

“I don’t want to be in a world without her in it.”

Logan understood the feeling. “She wouldn’t want you to suffer like this… Let Wade get you something to eat, okay? Anything. You just need a few bites.”

“Fine…”

Logan pushed himself off of the door and went over to Laura. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head. “We need to stick together, kid. No matter how hard it is… I’ll let Wade know that you’ll eat something. Let me know if you need anything. I’m here for you.”

Logan had to take care of Laura now. She no longer had either of her parents, having watched both go through a similar fate. He would stay for her. He would try, no matter how hard, for your kid.

~~~

Later that night, Logan let the urge to go into your room win him over and he slipped in when he was sure Laura and Wade were asleep. He collapsed onto his knees on the floor next to the bed.

“Baby…”

Logan breath shuttered as he breathed in the word. It was a desperate plea in a single word. What his heart longed to say, but couldn’t find the strength to get out. Logan wanted—needed you back. He honestly didn’t know how he, Wade, and Laura were going to make it without you. He had barely known you a year and you had completely turned his world upside down.

Sobs began to tumble out of Logan, causing the man to tremble. He just wanted to touch you, hold you, kiss you one last time. How was he expected to continue in this universe that he didn’t belong in without you? Logan finally felt at home with you, like he belonged, and you were taken from him all too soon. Was he destined to lose every version of you he came across? Was he truly the worst version of The Wolverine? The one who could never keep you--Ember-- safe and happy. He was slipping back into truly believing that he was the worst version of him— in all of the multiverse.

“I’m sorry I failed you,” he sobbed. “I’ll do anything you want… Just come back to us— me, please… I can't take the heartbreak, my love.”

Logan’s head fell into his hands as he curled up and broke into even more heartbreaking sobs. His sobs were the first thing you heard as you gasped back to life. The ashes fell around your body as you sat up, naked and no longer covered in scars. Your eyes fell to the large seemingly indestructible man curled up on your floor, piercing your heart with his sobs. You reached down and lightly touched his arm. His breath hitched as he snapped up, eyes wide and swollen.

“Y/N?” He gasped, taking in the sight of you smiling at him. You no longer had any scars on your skin. You looked healthier and even a bit younger than he’d ever known you to be.

“Hey, Lo,” you whispered.

Logan lunged forward and wrapped his arms around you. You failed to suppress the giggle that bubbled up as he buried his head into your neck. You knew that this was no laughing matter, but you were just relieved to be alive and being held by the man you love.

“You’re here…” He mumbled against your skin. “You're alive… I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Lo,” you told him softly as your hands came up to card through his hair.

You pressed a kiss to his head as he continued to hold you tightly and mutter things against your skin. Neither of you knew how long you two stayed like that until Logan finally pulled back enough to give you a kiss. You gave him full control, knowing that he was clearly needing to know that you were alive and okay. This was his first time experiencing your phoenix ability and you knew that it wasn’t easy.

“Please don’t ever do that again,” he begged. “I can’t handle it… I can’t continue on without you.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, holding him close. “I’m so sorry… I’m here, babe… I’m right here.”

~~~

Logan couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He couldn’t get enough of feeling your warm skin under his rough hands and the feel of your regular heartbeat. He helped you slip into a cozy outfit before leading you to Laura’s room. He knew that he should have given you and Laura your privacy, but he couldn’t let you out of his sight and grasp. His hands remained loosely on your hips and you approached the sleeping young adult.

“Hey, kiddo,” you whispered.

“Mom?” Laura rasped, waking up.

“Yes, sweetie, it’s me.”

“This isn’t some dream?”

“You’re not alone in that thinking, kid,” Logan chimed in.

“I have something for you,” you smiled.

Taking a deep breath, you lifted one of your hands, palm up, and formed a flame. Tears sprang to your and Laura’s eyes at the sight. It had been all too long since you had done this, especially without pain. Logan’s hands gripped your waist tighter with nerves at the urge to stop you, though he had never seen you be able to make a flame like that. Laura grinned as she stared at the bright, flickering flame in your palm. When you finally let the flame out, Logan reached over and grabbed your hand, checking for any burns or scars.

“I’m okay, Lo,” you smiled up at him. “I promise.”

He still looked at your palm with a hesitancy that proved he wasn’t fully believing that this was all real. That you were alive and okay with your full strength back, which he had never be able to witness. But you understood that it would take some time for him to adjust. Laura broke the moment when she hugged you and you quickly hugged back.

“I love you so much, mom,” she whispered, growing emotional.

“I love you more, kiddo,” you replied. “So much more.”

~~~

Wade was asleep on the couch in the living room. You immediately knew how to wake him. With the slightest movement of your fingers, you lit Wade on fire. He yelped as he shot up from the couch. As quickly as he was on fire, the flames died out.

“What the fu—Buttercup!” He tugged you from Logan’s grip in a crushing hug that made you laugh. “Oh, how glad I am to see you again! It was getting depressing around here. I even had a dream where Peanut killed you because the cure required it and you never returned. Talk about a mood killer. But it gives me some good inspiration for my next fic!”

“Well, let me know when you’ve finished it and I’d love to read it,” you told him, pulling away.

“Really?! Oh goodie!” He clapped excitedly. “Wait a second!” He looked down at his singed clothes. “You have your powers back! I need to see everything! Can you go up in flames like Johnny or fly? What if we—“

“No,” Logan growled, pulling you back into his chest.

“I’m fine, babe,” you tried to explain, but it was clearly falling on deaf ears.

“No,” he repeated more firmly as his grip around your waist tightened. “You need to rest.”

You cranked your head around to look at him. “But I’ve been—“

“No more powers.”

You could see that he was terrified as you studied his eyes. It was clearly going to take a lot longer than you were initially thinking for Logan to get the hang of you being healthy.

“Okay,” you shot him a smile. “No more powers.” You turned back to Wade. “Sorry, Wade, maybe another time.”

“Why do you got to be a party pooper, Peanut?” Wade teased.

“This isn’t funny,” Logan snapped. “This is her life.”

“Okay, okay,” you broke in calmly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to do anything. I think it’s clear that the three of you need some rest. Why don't we plan to have lunch together tomorrow and everyone goes to get some sleep?”

“I think that’s a great idea, mom,” Laura spoke up, trying to help ease the tension that Logan was causing.

“Fine,” Wade huffed. “Guess I’ll go and make a list of things I want to see our Little Flame do when Mama Bear will let her.”

“Goodnight, Wade,” you told him with a smile.

He leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Goodnight, Buttercup. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Well, we do owe that to you. Thank you for finding the cure.”

“Anything for my favorite hero.” Then he skipped out of the apartment.

Laura pressed a kiss to your other cheek. “I’m heading to bed,” she told you. “Goodnight mom. Night Logan.”

“Night, kiddo,” you responded as Logan let out a grunt.

Laura gave your arm a light squeeze before she slipped into her room. You leaned back into Logan and let yourself just focus on being held by him. His head rested against yours.

“Do you want to go to bed, Lo?” You quietly questioned.

“I just want to hold you,” he mumbled.

“Then we should go change the sheets so we can lay down.”

“Too much work.”

“Then what do you want to do, babe?”

Logan scooped you up, causing you to squeal, and carried you over to the couch. He laid you down and placed you on top of him. Logan then reached over and pulled a blanket over the two of you before wrapping his arms around you to secure you to him.

“You okay?” You whispered, pressing a kiss under his chin.

“I will be,” he replied. “Just got to remember this isn’t a dream.”

“We’ll get there, Lo. Together.”

~~~

You refrained from using your powers too much for weeks while Logan got used to you being healthy. When he wasn’t at work, Logan’s hands were still all over you. You didn’t mind it. The touch was grounding to you as it was to him. At this point, he had basically moved in, which you didn’t mind. But you could tell that it was weighing on Laura.

“Mom? Can we talk?” She wondered one day while you were getting ready to make dinner.

“Of course, kiddo,” you turned, giving her your undivided attention. “What’s up?”

“I think… I think I’m going to move out.”

“What?”

“I made some friends and they have an empty room in the apartment. They asked if I wanted it.”

“And is this the only reason why you want to move out?”

“I just think it’s time and that you and Logan need some space too.”

“Are you sure this is what you want? I will support you in whatever you decide, I just want to make sure that you don’t feel like you have to go.”

“I know and I don’t. I’m just trying to take the next step.”

You pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so proud of you and you will always have a room here.”

“Thanks, mom. I love you.”

“Love you too, kiddo.”

~~~

Logan came home from work to you making dinner with soft music playing in the apartment. A soft smile formed on his face as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. He pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Hey, Lo,” you greeted. “How was work?”

“It was fine,” he answered. “How was here?”

“Laura’s moving out.”

You felt him tense. “What? Why?”

“She said it was time. A few friends have a room and asked her if she wanted it.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

“Bittersweet… I’m proud of her for wanting to take this next step but I don’t want my daughter gone.”

“She’ll be back. You guys can’t be parted for long.”

“You’re right.”

The two of you fell quiet as you continued to work. Logan began swaying the two of you to the music, pressing light kissed to your neck and face. Eventually, he tugged you away from your work and began leading you in a circle in the middle of the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” You giggled.

“Dancin’ with my girl,” he mumbled before stealing a kiss.

You melted into him before breaking the kiss and resting your head against his shoulder. The two of you moved in a slow circle until the song was over. Then Logan got to helping you with dinner.

~~~

Once Laura moved out, your wardrobe changed and Logan noticed instantly.

“Are you only wearing my flannel?” Logan questioned one night after work.

You shrugged. “It’s comfy and everything else is making me too hot,” you replied. “Plus it smells like you.”

“Oh, yeah,” he smirked.

“Do you like it on me?”

“I love it, baby.” He came over and tossed you over his shoulder. You laughed. “Let me take you to bed and show you just how much.”

~~~

As Logan got more comfortable with you having your full powers back, you began to tease him more with them. Between lighting and unlighting his cigars to setting his butt on fire for a brief moment. At first, it always caught him off guard and you could see the concern cross his features quickly. But, eventually, it began to cause Logan to smirk and chuckle and tease you back.

It was often when those teasing times led to sexy times. Which led you to where you were currently, naked and cuddled in bed.

“You’re so warm,” Logan commented softly, hands gently moving over your skin.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. “Am I over heating? I’m still getting use to it all again. I can—“

“No, no, no. Please don’t change anything, baby. It’s just… you were so cold.”

You nodded. “I know.”

“I’m so grateful that you are okay.”

“Me too.”

“I’m still struggling to believe it.”

“That’s okay.” You leaned forward and kissed the shaved part of his chin. “I’m here… you’re here… I’m alive… We’re okay.”

“I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you more, Lo.”

“Impossible, darlin’. Completely impossible."

~~~~

Notes: So, here we are my darlings. The final chapter in this series. Thank you for going on this journey with me. This series was so much fun to write and it was all because of how it was interacted with. I couldn't have made this series what it is without you. This series has been the fastest series that I have ever put out. Thank you so much and I hope you stick around to see what's to come. ALSO, there are a few more Everyday Moments one-shots in the works. So we aren't finished seeing Y/N and OG!Hubby!Logan just yet!

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lvrrgirlll · 3 days ago

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Valentine’s Day with Mr. Big!Patrick…

~2k words, smut under the cut, mdni

Another February 14th in New York City. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and you were… alone.

You hadn’t talked to Patrick in 3 days, which may not have seemed like a lot, but to you, it was a lot. You worried you two were slipping out of the honeymoon phase already, despite the fact that you’d only been dating for 2 months so far, and didn’t know what to do. You had spent the night with him 3 nights ago, and all was going well. That was until you mentioned Valentine’s Day.

“So… y’know what’s in 3 days,” you asked as you traced little hearts onto his toned bicep, offering him a goofy grin.

He chuckled a bit, his gravely ‘morning voice’ still very apparent and striking a chord somewhere deep within you. “Uhh… Friday?” His eyes crinkled as he grinned. He was like this. So devilishly handsome, so effortlessly adorable, and so painfully clueless. You often couldn’t tell if he was teasing or not, because he was, in some ways, a mystery to you even after all this time.

You chose to hope he was only kidding and smiled, rolling your eyes playfully. “Ha ha, very funny. It’s Friday but it’s also…” you attempted to prompt him, looking at him expectantly.

“Friday the 13th? I’ve got nothing sweetheart, why don’t you just tell me…” he replied smoothly, though it was anything but the answer you were hoping for. He pulled you into his arms and onto his chest when he spoke, leaving you unable to avoid his now obvious genuine lack of awareness at what holiday was right around the corner.

“You really don’t know?” He shook his head again. You couldn’t stand this. Sighing and slumping your head down onto his bare chest, you murmured into his skin “it’s Valentine’s Day.”

After you gave it away, he was surprised at how much you seemed to value the holiday and you were, in all honesty, pissed that he hadn’t realized or seemed to care once you told him. He acted like it was… just something silly. But what’s silly about love?

You had kissed him and then left, citing some meeting with your editor, expecting him to call later that night to apologize for being so careless. But when no such apology came, you were left confused and nearing a wallowing state, leaving you alone on Valentine’s Day.

You reached for the phone, hoping to call up your girl friends and see if they were also alone and wanted to get together, but right as you were about to pick it up, it began to rang. Picking it up immediately, you were pleasantly surprised to be met with Patrick’s voice.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” It was smooth. Maybe too smooth. But it was Valentine’s Day, after all. You were just happy to hear his voice.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you practically squealed back, flopping onto your bed as you twirled the phone cord in your finger.

“So I was thinking… you and me, we should spend the day together. I wanna take you out. I thought we’d start with a little walk around the city, I may or may not already have some flowers for you… and then we can go by that new cafe that just opened up for a late breakfast/early lunch-“

You cut him off then with an eager “yes!” “And then this evening I’ve sort of been invited to this Vogue Valentine’s party, it’s supposed to be really chic and classy, if you’d want to be my plus one…”

You can practically hear the smirk when his voice ripples through the phone. “Oh, I’d love to be your plus one.” You wanted to do a happy dance right there in your apartment. You were back in the game! “So I’ll meet you outside your apartment in 30 minutes?”

Your day from there was nothing short wonderful. He showed up at your door with a big bouquet of fresh, red roses, probably at least fifty, maybe a hundred. It was clear he spared no expense. As the two of you strolled through the city, it felt as if those three days hadn’t mattered at all, and maybe you were just overreacting, because here and now, this felt like it. Over brunch at the cafe —which was incredibly chic, by the way— the two of you discussed valentines past and laughed about all of the ridiculousness of your old relationships.

Of course, he mentioned how he didn’t like to celebrate Valentine’s Day normally, even being such a ladies’ man. He took the position of most men in Manhattan in corporate America: that it was “a commercial holiday made to sell chocolate, flowers, jewelry, and stuffed animals to poor saps who had to shower their wives or girlfriends with gifts and to lonely people wanting to drown their sorrows alike.” He was such a businessman. You had to remind him, then, that he had bought into it by buying you such nice roses, to which he only shot you a crooked smile accompanied by a wink, commenting “well you’re worth it.” God, you could just melt.

After brunch the two of you took the long way back to your apartment, walking through the park a bit. You marveled at all the sweet couples while he made cynical, sarcastic comments about how much they probably secretly hated each other. It wasn’t like he had an aversion to love, quite the opposite actually, but again, he was a businessman…

When you finally reached your apartment, you parted ways with a passionate kiss on your front steps. “Pick you up at eight?” He asked, smiling down at you lazily.

“Eight’s perfect,” you hummed.

“Knowing you, you’ll still be doing your hair at eight, but y’know you’re worth the wait,” he joked, kissing you again before starting off. “I’ll be here at eight, hold me to it,” he shouted as you parted ways.

“Oh, I will!”

He was right about what he’d said, dammit. You were obviously running late, per usual. You had picked out a dress, a satiny, red little number that didn’t leave much to the imagination. And actually your hair and makeup was done. It was the shoes you couldn’t decide on!

Patrick sat on your bed as you rummaged through your closet, hoping to find the elusive ‘perfect pair of shoes.’ “So what do these shoes look like exactly,” he called out, looking over the scattered pile of heels and pumps that laid not too far from his feet.

“I don’t know! I’ll know them when I see them… I just need the perfect shoes to go with this dress,” you insisted. At that, he scoffed.

“I think I like the dress better without much else on you…” he attempted to flirt with you, but this was no lighthearted matter. It was the Vogue party and you needed the perfect shoes. You rummaged around a bit more, reaching into the depths of your closet before you found a kitten heeled sandal with a floral detail. It was perfect!

“Ok, we can go now,” you exclaimed, posing in the doorway of your closet for him. His eyes raked over your body, jaw slack. He moved to check his watch, then.

“And only 30 minutes late,” he remarked, quirking an eyebrow as a silent ‘I told ya.’

“Hey, we’re fashionably late…”

The party was nice, with an open bar and goodie bags with Chanel and Dior samples, you couldn’t complain. It was a bit… tame, though. After some schmoozing, introducing Patrick to some writers you knew and basking in the ‘oh, you two make such a hot couple’-s, you both were ready to leave.

“What’s say we get outta here and go back to my place…” he whispered into your ear, dipping down to place a kiss onto your shoulder as he took the empty glass out of your hand, handing it to one of the many waiters patrolling the event. You looked around, mostly to make sure that you had talked to everyone you needed to, before turning to him and smiling.

“I’d like that.”

Back at his apartment, Patrick offered you some wine and even pulled out some chocolate covered strawberries for you two to enjoy. It was lovely, but that didn’t last long, both your burning desires for each other bubbling up like champagne popping from a bottle.

You were making out on his couch, the view of the city from his window underscoring the moment perfectly, as the Empire State Building lit up in a heart. “Oh, Pat, look…” you pulled away to point it out. He only hummed in response, pulling you back in and mumbling into your lips how it was ‘sweet.’

Eventually, you two moved from the couch to his king sized bed, the Egyptian cotton sheets cascading around you as he ravaged you. His lips were all over you like he was a man starved. He tugged at the hem of your dress, pulling it up and off of you in moments, marveling at your beauty.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to me…” he mumbled, more so to himself, sighing. He then freed himself of his finely tailored suit, moving back to you, the feeling of skin on skin so tender and so intimate. He brought his lips to your chest, pressing hot kisses to your skin and tonguing at you teasingly. It made you giggle and your face screw up in pleasure all at the same time.

“Pat…” you whined, looking at him with a needy pout. He only smirked at that.

“Yeah, okay, okay, I know I shouldn’t tease… it is Valentine’s Day after all. Let me show you how much I care…” He tugged his boxers down, pulling your panties to the side and sliding in easily, a breathy groan escaping his lips as his eyes shut. You gasped as he began to move, first at a steady pace, then quickening soon after, as if he couldn’t help himself.

“I missed ‘ya, honey,” he panted as he thrust in and out of you swiftly. “I’m sorry I was a dick about Valentine’s Day. You’ve-“ he hit especially deep, causing you to moan and squeeze tightly around him. “Y- you’ve shown me just how good it can be...” He leaned in to kiss you, stifling you moans as he still moved in and out at an impossible speed. You were overwhelmed by pleasure and adoration. As he shoved into you, you kissed and bit down lightly on his shoulder, trying to contain yourself, knowing he liked to finish together.

He knew you were almost there and he didn’t want to keep you waiting. Moving even quicker, if it was even possible, he felt that familiar heat, knowing then that he was ready. “I’m there baby- fuck… c’mon.” One of his hands was tangled in your hair but the other one came down to rub at your clit, making your hips buck up as you gasped.

“Fuck, Pat, I’m gonna…m’gonna…” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut as your release overtook your body, feeling him come down too. He pulled out, laying next to you and pulling your body close to his and kissing your forehead.

“Can I tell you something,” he asked, voice muffled as he spoke into your hair.

“Sure,” you muse back. He sounded sweet, contemplative, as if he might finally say those three little words… (‘I love you.’)

“I am so glad you’re on the pill…” he chuckled dryly, leaving you to roll your eyes and flick him in the arm. You relationship may have been a bit rough around the edges, but hey, it was yours.

#help I meant for this to be a blurb and then it ended up nearly 2k words #committing to it though because I’m just glad inspiration struck somewhere lol #expect more Valentine’s Day stuff coming up soon bc fun fact about me: it’s my favorite holiday!!!#Mr Big!Patrick is so fun to write idk lmk if y’all are rocking with it lol #cordelia writes #challengers #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig fic #patrick zweig smut

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multiandmany · 23 hours ago

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"I do. I wouldn't trick you. It wouldn't do any good for anyone to do so. Besides, I need to practice my shifts and it'll be fun!" Shifter's tail wags some, excited at the thought of racing too.

"Besides, I'm hoping there's something that I picked up for my ship that might help you not overheat. Or at least something that could help you guys find something. After all, different planets and places are made of different things! I can't wait to compare with Amari!"

Shifter's tail wags even more, there's so much to look forward to!

"Come on! We can race, we can share notes, there's so much on this planet to do! Lets head back! Do you know how exciting this is!? Its like racing for you but its being an adventurer for me! This is my thing!"

"Come on! Let's jog back, not run, you still need to cool, besides there's lots to see! You can tell me about the local creatures, if you want to! Because I bet you see a lot when you run around so much!"

She's so excited she can't stop wagging her tail! And a sort of pacing prancing! "Lets go!" She's off already!

#Super Wolf || Shifter #roboticfriends

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winterzsurprise · 13 hours ago

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Change My Mind [7]

Pairing: BTS x reader

SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.

Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.

Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor

Words: 8.6k

IM BACK

laptop problem is solved. Shit was shady though (i literally have to pay the guy money for his 'efforts' in lying to get my laptop fixed) but its worth the money so idc. Rushed to finish this so this shit ain't beta read nor proofed, that's for Vuinterro of tomorrow to stress about. Will still take long to post chapters, might take a month per chapter. It really depends since I'm using this fic to fix my horrid writer's block and brain fog but I plan to see this fic through so dwww

also, what do you all think about having purely the boys' pov at some point in the story? Been thinking about having the boys' perspectives once the courting starts but that's prolly just me

lastly, enjoy this chapter. I hope my tired mind was able to write my vision down clearly, I'll fix the mistakes and add more details later on. Pls comment or like, I'm in desperate need for validation lmao

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Jung Hoseok is not scared.

Sure he screams bloody mary at the sight of bugs a thousand times smaller than him, and yeah he’s easily startled but he’s not scared.

Especially not by a piece of paper, that would be ridiculous!

The reason he went to his noona’s house instead of heading straight to the dorms after the news broke out that his Seokjin hyung is tethered to you is because she needed his help on something, and being the dutiful brother he is, swooped in to save the day!

“At least wash the dishes for me if you’re going to hide in my house because you’re being a scaredy cat,” Jiwoo says from the kitchen archway, leaning on the wall with her arms crossed. “I still don’t get why you’re so scared of a piece of paper. The most it’ll do is give you a small cut.”

“Well, that ‘small cut’ still stings a lot!” He argued back, pulling the throw pillow closer to his chest. “And I’m not scared!”

It was irrational how he’s getting cold feet at the thought of the blood result. It’s not like he was hoping to see anything other than ‘negative’ there.

Jimin would argue that he’s being pessimistic for thinking so but it was the obvious answer if you looked at his family tree.

From his grandparents’ parents and down to him and his sister, there hasn’t been a single tethered from his bloodline like most of the world’s population. Unlike his Jin hyung who at least had one distant cousin who got a soulmate or his Yoongi hyung who at least had his grandparents as soulmates, his family was barren from such a blessing. His grandpa had joked once, saying their family was cursed for never birthing a single tethered. Ever.

Not even with the people they ended up had ever resulted in having a tethered no matter their family background..

For him to turn out to be a part of your nexus would be a miracle of the highest degree that would make the tales in the bible pale in comparison.

Daring to have himself tested is stupid, he already knew the result and submitting his DNA meant he was hoping.

But hope is nothing in the face of facts, he should be wishing instead; prayer sticks, shaman blessings and all that.

Hoseok knew he was being greedy, wishing to be a part of a nexus relationship as crowded as yours. Growing up with the rest, he knew how much of a handful Jungkook can be on his own, matched with Jimin who now possesses bottomless energy, he has no business trying to squeeze himself in places he can’t fit in.

Sometimes he thinks he’s being influenced by the fact that he’s being singled out in the group. Now that their oldest has joined the harem, being the odd one out oddly felt ostracizing, being subjected to Taehyung and Jungkook discussing courting gifts, and Yoongi talking to Namjoon about their soulmarks shouldn’t have made him feel bitter but it did.

“You saying that while pouting on my couch, miles away from your friends who now have your exam result, is not helping your case.”

“If you don’t have anything nice to say to your brother, you shouldn’t have said anything.”

“I’m saying a lot because I care about you. This,” She says, motioning to him to which he replied with an offended look. “Isn’t healthy. The more you’re hiding away, the more this will haunt you.”

“You’re just saying that because you’ll have hyung over soon.”

“That I am, so just get your shit together and go! I planned a night for us but I had to move it because of you.” She shot back but he knew it had no actual snark behind it. She had welcomed him with warm arms after all.

Hoseok had seen how his friends slowly fell in love with you while he continued to look at you and see a best friend. Seeing how everyone seems to have been captured by you, he got curious.

For a long time since debut, Hoseok had stopped perfecting his craft and pursuing his aspirations to pay attention to someone else. It was uncommon but he too once wished for a soulmate until practice, video shoots, and music production began to eat up most of his time and he forgot about his initial wish.

Seeing his brothers be taken by their best friend, his crush, he couldn't help but be curious how it came to be.

Was it because you were closer to their age and, for the lack of better terms, accessible to them that they had begun to seek the comfort of a lover in you?

“Do you think because she's also been busy with us that she began to seek comfort with us too?”

“Tae, just eat your breakfast.”

It was such a random thought from Tae one random morning, and Hoseok would’ve brushed it off like the other time he gets struck with an idea but this one stuck to him like an annoying ex. The idea loomed over him the whole journey to the company and back home. He grew hypersensitive to how he approached you since that morning and he began to notice the miniscule details he would’ve shrugged off any other day.

From how your touches would linger on their skin, how you’d comfortably lean in closer to them without batting a single eye at how unusual it may seem to others, he took note of them all. It was how he knew their leader’s feelings for you, even if the man himself hadn't noticed it yet.

Hoseok found his proof in Namjoon’s eyes that restlessly roamed the room until he’d find you in the bustle of the staff. It was also in the way he’d always reach out for you, may it be when you’d turn to leave and he’d catch a drama-esque scene where instead of calling out for your name, Namjoon would reach for your hand and speak to you with that soft look in his eyes and the genuineness in the dip of his dimples when he smiles.

Eyes never lie nor do the dimples on his cheeks whenever he grins, even when the beholder hasn’t realized it yet.

It was then did he realise how odd your relationship is with them and decided to take a step back to draw a line.

Friends, especially ones whose gender are opposite of each other, aren’t supposed to be as touchy and comfortable the way you and his brothers are. You didn’t say anything when you noticed and wordlessly respected his decision. He was firm on drawing the line, his sister had questioned his actions but he’s determined, nothing is going to stop him from going back on his decision.

At least until he got sick.

Without any of his brothers available to tend to him as they had to leave for Japan the very day he fainted—he had to pass out while talking to the migration officer, so embarrassing!—, he thought he'd power through it alone for a few days. But then you volunteered to stay back to take care of him and everyone just let it happen as if it's normal.

Which is not.

He'd understand taking care of him during the job but to take a leave of absence just to watch over him because his family is unavailable due to the rough weather at the time, in a house far too big for the two of you while the rest flies to another country. It wasn’t appropriate, not normal at all.

In the haze of his high fever, he had asked you how you were acting as if the situation was normal and in response, you had hit him lightly with the drenched towel you used to wipe his face.

“Don't be ridiculous. You're one of my best friends even if you’ve been acting up these past few days. I'm not about to leave while you're sick and alone in the dorms. If your family could come to Seoul, I would've left with the others so don't overthink. This is just me being a good friend.”

Cooking for him, wiping his face and making sure he's comfortable in bed—It felt far too domestic to be friendly.

Familial doesn't sound like the right word either. There’s nothing familial about the butterflies in his stomach when you had kissed his forehead good night that day as a joke when Jimin had called you or when you had woken him up the next day.

Oh how beautiful you were that morning.

He knew at that moment that the goddess of beauty had favorites when she made your skin glow softly under the radiance of the rising morning sun like a halo and had your messy bed hair look frustratingly good on you.

You were borrowing their clothes that day since you had already got your items shipped with the other staff, Taehyung’s white striped polo hung off on you like a dress and Jimin’s red basketball shorts gobbled up your form yet even with the fabrics dwarfing and hiding the curves of your body, he still thinks you’re the cutest sight he has ever had the pleasure of seeing.

You were especially cute in their clothes though.

In his feverish haze, all he could think about was how pleasant it’d be if you were to wake him up every morning like an angel welcoming him to heaven. What he’d give to the world to have you be the first thing he’d see in the morning.

Then you spoke and greeted him in that roughened sweet voice and Hoseok was gone.

Realization immediately had him freezing, tensing up as you let yourself fall across his blanket covered feet to groan about how sleepy you still are after putting down his medicine and breakfast on the bedside table. He hadn’t been able to reply, busy with tampering down the racing heartbeat echoing in his ears.

Looking back a year later, him falling in love with you wasn’t as odd as he thinks it is, uncommon but still cliche.

Jiwoo taking the space next to him made him jump, breaking off his line of thought.

“Seriously, just get it over with. The faster you see the result, the faster you can decide whether to move on or not.”

It was the most logical step to take but it felt…wrong somehow.

He couldn’t imagine a day where he’d look at you and never feel the tickles of butterflies filling his stomach or the warmth your fingers would leave behind after carding through his hair or tilting his chin up to have a better look on his makeup. It felt like an offense to the fates.

Although loving you has its downsides, with your obliviousness to their feelings whether intentional or unintentional often makes him want to pull his hair out, he’d never regret feeling the joy of admiring someone when he’s with you. Hoseok has never felt more motivated to produce music with lyrics far too romantic to come from someone who has never had a lover since pre-debut. Not that you’d see that of course.

He couldn’t remember how many times he found himself wanting to grab you by the shoulders to shake you whenever you teased him about his creations, and hoped it would be enough to let you know that all those cheesy lyrics he had uncharacteristically puked out was all because of you.

“Don’t you go souring your face like that, you know that I’m right.”

“And just because you sound right, doesn’t mean I’m gonna listen to you.”

Jiwoo rolled her eyes and turned to her kitchen, probably to take a pan and hit him upside the head with it or to save herself from seeing the pathetic image of her brother being a fool for love.

He knew not to hope, he repeated those words to himself but at the same time, he could sense the small, miniscule bead of it hidden within his heart, pushed down to the bottom of the barrel and awaiting its eventual death once he set his eyes on the negative results on his test.

In all of the times he got scared, Jung Hoseok has never been so terrified at the thought of being left out of your nexus. It would be the highest form of torture, a cruelest fate the heavens have dealt.

How would he function seeing all his brothers do all the things he had imagined himself doing? Due to how sensitive the bond is, he wouldn’t be able to get a feel of your touch for a year, maybe two if the gods deemed it funnier.

What is he going to do then? Die from envy?

He wouldn’t be able to survive, it would ruin him completely. That parasitic feeling would eat him up from the inside and eventually spill out of him, it would damage the relationship he and his brothers had established through hardships and time. Something he too treasured as he does you.

A chime rang out and his eyes immediately fell to his phone on the coffee table. From the familiar set of emojis on the name of the messenger, he reached over to answer to his Yoongi hyung.

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: i know what you’re doing

[18:23] Me: i don’t know what i’m even doing right now hyung

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: you may fool the others but im not like them

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: jiwoo had already asked me last week about this problem ur supposed to be fixing so dont even try to lie to me

[18:23] Me: im just worried

[18:23] Me: you know about my family history right? We never had a single tethered so idk what even possessed me to take that test with jin hyung when we already know the answer

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: i think you’ll be surprised

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: not that i’m spoiling or anything, im just saying that if jesus could turn water into rum, then you can be the first tethered in your family

[18:23] Me: well im not a son of god am i?

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: don’t get sassy with me

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: im just saying, miracles can happen

[18:23] Me: i think i already lucked out with our jobs hyung

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: i doubt that

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: come home tomorrow

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: the maknaes are planning a party for you

[18:23] Me: LOLOLOL WHAT

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: they even bought two different cakes

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: wont spoil what they say

[18:23] MinSyuga🐱: come home if you want know

[18:23] Me: i will

Despite telling his hyung that he’ll return, he wasn’t sure if he’s going through that decision just yet.

“Did you at least bring a change of clothes with you?” Jiwoo chimes, reappearing from the kitchen archway.

“What if I don’t have any?”

“Then you’re sleeping in those.”

Despite her words, she eventually pulls out a pair of pajamas from her boyfriend’s temporary side of the closet for him to borrow. Sleeping that night was far from being an easy task when he could read and see from the images the maknaes are spamming the group chat, photos ranging from decent captures of moments to a blurry mess where the one holding the phone is running away from a figure that distinctly look like Jimin.

He tried to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of his head and the way his stomach seems to shrunk and eat itself up with every picture and video he sees. He truly does try to ignore the voice judging him for daring to squeeze himself in an already perfect dynamic.

Eventually though, the voices quieten and he falls asleep.

______

Jimin is falling in love with his soulmate.

It shouldn’t come as a shock to anyone but he's actually falling in love with his soulmate. Tingling butterflies in his stomach, skipping heartbeat, tickling warmth in the chest, the whole mile.

What started off as playful admiration where he’d tease you and lightly tug or pull your hair up while you were putting setting powder on his under eye, quickly developed into a giggly high school romance kind of love where he’d avoid your eyes just so his stomach would stop feeling weird and feel the heat of your touch linger from where you last held him.

Now that he’s thinking about it, the whole thing sounds silly because of course he’s going to fall in love with his soulmate.

The morning started as most mornings have begun for him since Jungkook’s birthday, with your face, bare and naked of any products, and the warmth of your body seeping through the fabric of his clothes. More often than not, he’d find himself coming to consciousness feeling your body weight pressing on his arms or your breath ghosting against his throat and he'd just free.

Every time it happens, electric shocks would run down his skin and he’d be taking a quick trip to the bathroom to calm his racing heart.

It was insane how often he had to lean over the ceramic sink so early in the morning, breathing heavily to try and ground himself before he reenters the room and sneaks back into his bed, but strictly keeping himself on his side of the pillow fort while careful to take your hand in his once again without waking you up.

But today, he found himself wishing for time to stop just so he could stare at your face at this very moment.

With the light sheen of the light filtered through the curtains bouncing on one side of your skin giving you an ethereal appearance, he found himself at a loss for words at the beauty presented before him. His eyes traced the lines of the long lashes kissing the apple of your cheeks, the slope of your nose, and down to the plush of your lips.

Jimin has lost count on how many times he has wondered about how it’d felt pressing against his.

In the peaceful silence of the early mornings, all he did was stare and wait for time to pass while wishing internally for the world to slow just so he could soak in the peace the morning brought.

Eventually though, he had to steer his attention elsewhere. Jimin rolls to the other end to reach for his phone on the bedside table.

He’s been scrolling on his phone for a couple of minutes, lurking in the fandom space—both international and local—when the door creaks open and Taehyung steps in with sleep-lidden eyes and body heavy with lethargy. Forgoing to close the door of their room, he trudged towards the bed like an overworked employee before promptly falling face first to the spot between you and him. He churned in the small space, making himself comfortable by throwing an arm around your blanket-covered form.

For a long while, the only sound in the room came from the occasional videos he plays.

It was weird. Having a soulmate who has multiple soulmates is weird.

He should be feeling disturbed seeing someone cuddle up to his soulmate but he wasn’t. Jimin, contrary to popular belief, is possessive, probably more than Jungkook was in his younger age. Although it wasn’t to the point of killing like people like to showcase in films these days, possessiveness for him is as tame as snaking arms around waists and narrowed eyes.

Maybe there’s a bit of pulling them aside for a quick reminder in the middle of an event but the point is, he’s possessive.

But he couldn’t find a single cell in his body who was bothered by the presence of someone else in the room.

This soulmate thing is weird.

When he laughed at a post, Taehyung dragged himself up to shoulder level just to see what he was laughing at before giggling himself. Suddenly, you push yourself up and turn to them with squinted eyes.

“Good morning, noona.”

“Tae? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, Seokjin hyung sent me up here to wake you both up—”

“It’s still too early!” she groaned, stretching her arms above her head. “I’m not built for working this early!”

“— he said if you don’t go down before seven, he’ll eat the can of smelly fish you bought for him in Sweden as a joke.”

You paused, the threat successfully shutting you up before you let out an exaggerated groan and dramatically burying yourself back into the pillow.

“Can’t a girl rest? I have a bad headache, and I don’t even know if the beating is Namjoon’s or mine.”

It’s easy to forget how there’s six different soulmarks affecting her all at the same time. From how she’d hear their leader’s heartbeat no matter how far, to the altered taste due to his Seokjin hyung’s mark, and to his Healing Touch. He couldn’t even fathom how much of a nightmare it is sensing everyone.

They eventually dragged themselves down to the dining room after a quick bathroom break. Jin had immediately greeted them with heaps upon heaps of pancakes with maple syrup drooling over the side and scrambled eggs on the table.

Yoongi and Namjoon were already nursing their cups of coffee on the table—with Joon hyung taking his rightful spot on one end of the table as the leader, Seokjin hyung taking the seat on the opposite side, and Yoongi next to their leader—Seokjin was occupied with his food when they arrived, one scrolling on his phone while the other crazily scribbled on his journal.

“You didn’t even try to at least cook me waffles, hyung. I’m hurt!” He exclaimed and the man rolled his eyes.

“In another life, if you were my soulmate, maybe I would’ve considered it.” Jin then flashed a smile at you before skipping back to the kitchen.

Jimin couldn’t help but notice how you shifted uncomfortably on your seat at the noticeably more generous portion on your plate and he switched his plate with yours, immediately shoving one into his mouth before his hyung returned. An action noticed by everyone in the room.

“Jimin,” Yoongi called out, voice gentle as a whisper. “Give me one.”

He followed, standing up to bring his plate closer to his hyung and passing it over, adding the eggs into the equation when Yoongi motioned him to add it. Seokjin returns when Jungkook has trudged out of his room and taking the empty space next to Taehyung.

Jungkook immediately noticed the generous amounts on his plate and immediately reached out for two pancakes with his fingers and plopping it down on his plate before taking three more from the middle dish and practically drowning his towers in maple syrup. As if it wasn’t enough, he reached for the softened butter.

When Jin returned, it was with another dishful of bacon and slices of apple. If he noticed the change of plates, he said nothing.

For a long while, they all occupied themselves with their food. A companionable silence

“What’s the agenda for today?” Jungkook was the first to break the silence.

“Yoongi hyung is coming with us to buy furniture for noona.” Jimin replied.

Taehyung then stops slicing his pancake and jutted out his lips towards Yoongi’s direction.

“Can I come with you?”

“I need your voice for the new song I’ve been working on.” Namjoon replied, looking up from his journal with a stern stare directed at the pouting boy. “You’ve been gone for so long, I have a couple for you to work on.”

“I can do that tomorrow, hyung. Let me go just for today? Hm?”

“I can go right? Since you need Tae’s voice instead of mine.” Jungkook sleepily chimed in, eyes still half closed and a hand raised halfway.

“You’ll do the carrying?” Yoongi challenges.

“I’ll even do the talking.”

Jungkook held his gaze with a small, playful grin, waking his face up which Yoongi matched after a couple seconds passed.

“Alright, you’re going with us, kid.”

“I have a touch-based soulmark, I need to come too!” Taehyung argued..

“It's not as drastic as Jimin’s. Even then, you’ve recharged enough.” Seokjin responds, pointing his fork at him.

But before Tae could reply, a shrill notification sound pierced through the air and Y/N pulled her phone out of the pockets of her sleep shorts. Eomma <3

Shit.

Seeing how fast the entertained lilt in her expression drops into dread, the table falls into a hush. As if sensing the approaching tsunami of words from her mother, Yoongi takes his mug and walks out of the room with Seokjin following close behind.

_____

“What did I hear about you getting a soulmate? You ungrateful child, I carried you for nine months and raised you with my blood, sweat, and tears yet this is how you treat me?!”

That was how your mother had begun the moment you had accepted her call. Her voice, despite being carried through such a small device, had blasted out, her uncontainable rage far too grand to be limited by the phone’s initial features. How a small woman could hold such an explosive anger and powerful voice is a wonder no one in the world has the answer for.

Hearing her voice through the speakers had Seokjin, Yoongi and Namjoon fleeing the scene, but not without karma immediately hitting their leader who had accidentally checked his shoulder on the wall on his way out.

Jungkook followed quickly, dunking his milk in one go and taking his plate with him as he jogged to follow his hyungs, Taehyung behind him.

Jimin had tried to leave but was stopped by both your entangled hands.

“So damn ungrateful you are! Didn't even tell me what was happening, a fucking lawyer knocked on my door and there I find out that my child is tethered. What was my daughter doing to forget to tell HER mother she had soulmates? Why did I have to hear it from someone I don't know?!”

“Did you really think you could leave me alone here?” I whisper-shout at him.

“Noona, let me go. I know we can go for five minutes now.”

“You’re really gonna risk our health for that?”

“At least don’t turn the camera at me, let me hide under the table.”

“Is that my new son-in-law Jimin?” Your mother had chimed, her tone taking a sudden turn. I turned the camera to him despite the insistent shake of head and wide eyes. “When you said you were also trying to find a husband for my daughter, I didn’t think you’d mean you and your brothers!”

“I know right?! Who knew I’d be one of the husbands I’ve been talking about, right auntie?”

“Already talking about marriage, huh? Y/N!” You turn the camera to you and find her smiling so wide you feel your cheeks ache for her. “Your soulmates got good heads on them, already thinking about marriage this early on!”

You shake your head.

While marriage had once been an issue you lost sleep on, you knew it was impossible to attain as idols. They still got stadiums to perform in, songs to compose and perform for the ARMY. Bangtan would continue on for years as long as they sing and dance or as long as their passion remains alive and roaring. They had worked hard to get where they are now, with the taste of glory and power that comes with their rise in fame, retirement is a far away dream when they’re just getting started.

Not to mention, your brain still struggles to accept your new reality despite the very apparent a red string connecting you and Yoongi over the table, and hearing Namjoon's heartbeat at the back of your mind. Hoseok hasn’t even checked his test result yet but your mother is already looking decades ahead.

“Ma please, you know that’s after they retire which is thirty years from now.”

“Jimin,” she calls out, lip jutted out in a pout and he leans over to get into the frame. “Are you guys going to make this old woman wait to see her daughter be a bride? I’m not gonna last long you know? My bones hurt every morning and my appetite is beginning to weaken.”

Jimin laughed nervously, eyes wide as he turned to you for help but you're not going to jump in when his face has calmed the raging beast.

“Don't think for one second that I'm done with you, you ungrateful brat! You haven't even told me why you broke it off with Guwon when he was about to propose!”

“D-does it really matter now?” You winced when Jimin narrowed his eyes at you. Suddenly remembering what was drowned out by the sudden revelation of your soulmate links.

“It doesn't, global popstars sound much better than a lawyer anyway but would it hurt you to tell me what happened exactly? Don't you think your mother deserved an explanation at least after I toiled away trying to find you a husband?!”

“Don't you worry about it anymore, auntie,” Jimin says, voice like a gentle caress trying to tame her fierce anger. “Noona now has seven to care for her now, we'll get to that bridge when it comes but for now, how about we treat you girls to a nice spa out in Jeju?”

“Oh? I wouldn't want to impose on your bonding period, but I'd like to take that offer later. How so nice of you, Jiminie.”

“It’s not the best of gifts but I assure you that there’s plenty to come. Expect a couple of fruit baskets from Yoongi hyung and other stuff too from the others.

“You seven better take care of my daughter, it would be a shame if you all mucked it all up and I have to resent you all.” Your mother sighed, feigning sadness. “Anyways, expect a visit from Soo-in soon dear daughter. She will deliver my heartfelt joy in my stead, your father still needs my help around the house, damn pride of his, he shouldn’t have mindlessly tried to fix the roof himself.”

A shiver wracks down your spine at the thought of your mother’s gift after ghosting her and Soo-in for almost a week now.

The last time your sister had visited, it was after Jungkook had ‘ran-into-the-sunset’ with you on his shoulder and him covered from head to toe in black. The vile wrench had switched your sugar and salt, hid the lids of your tupperwares, hid lego in your shoes before eventually ending her wickedness by hiding the wires of your charger and the wifi router’s adapter.

If your mother only threatened to hang you upside down, Soo-in made sure everything in life became irritatingly inconvenient.

“She won’t be pinching my ears?”

“She’s classier than that, I raised her first so expect more. I love you, dear daughter! Visit us soon with your seven soulmates!”

__________

[Today, 12:42]

[12:42] The BADDEST💅: so let me get one thing straight and two things gay

[12:42] The BADDEST💅: ur linked with bangtan?

[12:42] The BADDEST💅: THE ENTIRE ROSTER?????

[12:43] The Mother😌: congratulations Y/N, I’m so glad you finally found your soulmates😊

[12:43] The Mother😌: always knew you’d be tethered

[12:43] The PRETTIEST🌸: so who’s the biggest?👀

[12:43] The BADDEST💅: girl I don’t even think you got the libido for two

[12:43] The BADDEST💅: how tf are you gonna handle seven?!?!?!

[12:43] The BADDEST💅: she was in the hospital u fiend @The Prettiest

[12:43] The BADDEST💅: she needs to be worrying about a different type of d to receive

[12:44] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: SHUT IT MINHYUK

[12:44] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: hoseok isn’t confirmed yet so its just six for now

[12:44] The Prettiest🌸: bet you wish he’s your soulmate too

[12:44] The Prettiest🌸: cuz the way that man thrusts his hips in baepsae?

[12:44] The Prettiest🌸: 🥵

[12:44] The Mother😌: have some faith in her, she’ll manage

[12:44] The Mother😌: gift giving for your birthday just got a whole lot easier though😊

[12:44] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: wdym by that @The Mother😟

[12:45] The BADDEST💅: NO BUT SRSLY

[12:45] The BADDEST💅: HOW TF ARE YOU GONNA MANAGE SEVEN

[12:45] The BADDEST💅: ONE DICK PER DAY??? SEVEN DAYS A WEEK??/

[12:45] The BADDEST💅: lowkey wish that for me BUT

[12:45] The BADDEST💅: HOW??????

[12:46] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: MINHYUK PLEASE

[12:46] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: JIMIN IS LITERALLY NEXT TO ME

[12:46] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: NABI CONTROL YOURSELF

[12:46] The PRETTIEST🌸: don’t scold me when ik ur thinking about it too

[12:46] The Mother😌: when’s the soulbinding?

[12:46] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: Jihae please, its only been a few days

[12:46] The Mother😌: back in my days, people bound themselves and completed the bond on the first day…

[12:47] The PRETTIEST🌸: @The BADDEST i think you're forgetting the best part out of this

[12:47] The BADDEST💅: wut?

[12:47] The PRETTIEST🌸: imagine alexa’s reaction when she finds out our dearest @Queen Oblivious is Seokjin’s real soulmate

[12:47] The BADDEST💅: OH

[12:48] The BADDEST💅: she better HOPE she’s not in bighit anymore the moment the NDA expires

[12:48] The BADDEST💅: im going to be the most annoying fucker she’ll ever meet

[Today, 13:02]

[13:02] The BADDEST💅: no but srsly how?

[13:02] The PRETTIEST🌸: R I P that pussy ayee

________

There’s nothing more infuriating than picking furniture with your soulmates, you decided.

Yoongi wanting everything to be practical and of the greatest quality matched with Jungkook’s penchant for only liking soft things, it was hell to be stuck in a furniture warehouse with the both of them. Jimin had never looked so godly when he insisted on letting you pick the brownish-red persian rug to be placed under the wide round canopy bed you had eventually settled with after a long debate with the rapper and the youngest.

What started as Jimin towing you around the shop to place you in front of every furniture before a mischievous grin spread across his lips, and the strength of the bed frames immediately turned sour when you both found your other two companions calmly arguing about the color of the curtains—they both eventually settled with thick white, and beige curtains, to Jungkook’s dismay.

He wanted black-out curtains for when he eventually ends up sleeping in your bed, he claimed.

The current dilemma, however, had you going silent as the prickles of irritation began to itch your skin.

Yoongi wanted to commission a carpenter he knew for a custom desk made for you and is insisting on you to skip shopping for tables and shelves, and take the cheapest one for now but Jungkook thinks it’ll take too long and wanted the boho vanity table set with a huge round mirror with stained glass around the edges. The rapper wanted the place you’d be doing work on, to be built with the practical features while keeping it organized but Jungkook, although he saw his hyung’s vision, refused.

“Imagine waking up with a canopy, great quality bed, amazing decor, then you have to stand up and work on a rackety blue plastic table because you have to wait months for that desk. How does that sound, hyung?”

Jimin not picking sides only added to the pounding headache you’re having.

While you understand both sides of the argument, either of those options didn't make you feel less guilty about having them skip work to spend all this money for your room, even if you knew how barely of a scratch their collective funds will take.

If Taehyung hadn't had the foresight to hide your wallet while you were in the shower with Jimin, the guilt would've been lighter.

You envy Jin who has been prickling your tastebuds with honey glazed fried chicken back in bighit, the lingering taste on your tongue making your stomach uncomfortably churn in hunger.

The disguises could only last for so long before people start noticing how familiar your soulmates’ eyes are, seeing as they’re plastered everywhere in the major cities. For the public to see your hands entangled in the pocket of Jimin’s coat would fuel the press for a year; hell, a century even with how the media moves these days.

As Jungkook’s voice picks up, you reach for the red string and Yoongi halts, looking down at the connecting line before gently grabbing it too.

‘Head hurts’

‘No more’

The rapper lets out an exhale and Jungkook stops.

‘Sorry’

‘Forgive?’

“Ok, so how about we take the set and I commission my guy then we’ll change it out once it's done?”

“Deal.”

Next to you, Jimin sighed in relief. “Thank god that’s settled, I thought I was going crazy listening to them debate on what’s better.”

“I don’t think either of them has ever fought for something they wanted that much.”

You turn to Jimin and a teasing smirk grows on his face.

“They love you like that, noona. Wanted nothing but the best of the best for you.”

In a different context, you would've easily brushed off his comment but having the warmth of his touch thrum from your hand to your toes, the healing touch always at work, your cheeks flushed dark and you lightly slapped his arm.

Ever dramatic, he clutched his bicep and winced.

“Why are you hurting me like this?”

“Please, we have regeneration as our soulmark. You're barely hurt.”

“I'm gonna bruise and the fans are gonna see it then I'm telling them how much you like hurting me!”

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When Hoseok arrived it was with a chorus of loud bangs!. The man had leapt at least a foot or two from the shock as confetti rained on him.

Once he recovered though, he rained curses on the mischievous maknaes—and surprisingly, Yoongi and Namjoon too but they were spared due to one having his hyung privilege and Namjoon having retreated to the kitchen before his hyung had recovered from the shock.

Jin had clapped him in the back when he entered the dining room, fitting the huge and frilly birthday hat on his head and taking a picture of his dumbfounded reaction before the man could even realise what was happening.

Seeing them celebrate such a small thing, an odd feeling settles in your heart. You try not to be a killjoy but you couldn't ignore the mass settling on your gut.

Everything continued on as normal, everyone acted like they had before Jungkook's confession. They find out their links to you and suddenly, the past is behind them. As if you hadn't—although unintentionally—led them on and hadn't rejected three of them. A soul link appears and every fault was forgiven.

It wasn't only you who seemed to be feeling this way though.

Namjoon too it seems, seeing how he had kept his distance. Not in a bad way but rather a respectable, perfectly platonic way. You guessed it'll take long before the information would sink in for the non-believer, he was the one who had treated you more professionally than the others. You'd feel his concerned eyes ever so often but other than that, he'd treat you like a fragile glass.

Never to be touched and never to be perceived too long, fearing the weight of his gaze is enough to make you crumble.

(Or was it just you turning something that was normal before into fuel for your restless mind with the soulmarks now in the picture?)

You knew Namjoon is just having a hard time settling down with the fact that he's in a nexus connection with you but the ugly voice at the back of your head whispered a different tale. All of them are negative and judged far too harshly than you normally do yourself.

Jungkook bets his hyung will break after the third week, Tae says a month, and Jimin slyly says next week. You think it'll take Namjoon at least half a year before he properly processes him being tethered to someone, a non-believer.

The thumb that began to caress your knuckles snapped you out of your thoughts and you immediately found Jimin’s concerned eyes.

“You okay?”

You nod but he knew you better. Luckily, he lets it go.

“Open it, open it!” Jungkook chants, bringing everyone to gather around them.

Hoseok nervously laughed, placing down his car keys, phone, and wallet on the table before flipping the envelope’s flap.

Unconsciously, you leaned forward as he carefully tears the paper, the sound seeming to echo loudly in the silence of everyone’s nervous anticipation. As his brothers had gone from standing at a respectful distance to noisily looking over the main dancer’s shoulder, Jimin had tugged you closer to join them, standing in front and peering over as Hoseok flips open the first fold.

Then out of nowhere, Yoongi had a burst of energy and screamed.

Everyone jumped at his sudden burst of energy making Hoseok’s hand shoot up to his heart and the three maknaes snapped their head to their hyung. The man in question laughed noiselessly, satisfied with the reaction he garnered.

“Hyung, why did you do that?! I just got out of the hospital and you want to send me back again!”

“You’re practically invincible, what are you talking about?” Yoongi shot back.

“Just open it, all I’m seeing is your information hyung and that’s boring!” Taehyung cuts in. “I already know what your blood type is, your last name—”

“You go open it then—”

His words died on his tongue when Taehyung snatched the paper up from the envelope and pulled it open. But before he could start reading the result, Hoseok took it back.

Waiting as he read through his results felt like watching the presidential race on the tv, heartbeat rising every time the opposing candidate gained more than the man you elected. You worried your bottom lip with your teeth. His eyebrows furrowed, his frown deepening as his eyes wandered lower and you began to panic.

Why are you even nervous?

Aren't you being too greedy for wanting to have Hobi too?

Hoseok then crumbled into the floor, curling up to himself as he clutched the paper to his chest. Instantly, everyone panics as his heart shattering sobs echoed in the living room.

Suddenly, the colorful decorations hanging on the wall and the balloons scattered on the floor made

“Hoba? What’s wrong?”

“Hyung come on, don’t make me nervous like this!”

“What did it say?”

Jimin falls next to him, your hand momentarily forgotten to comfort his hyung and Jungkook follows, hugging the sobbing man while Seokjin reaches for the crumpled paper peeking out of Hoseok’s curled up form, a grim expression on his face.

“I am writing to inform you of the results of your recent soulmark evaluation and tethered status assessment. After a thorough examination and review of your diagnostic tests, it has been confirmed that you are,” Seokjin takes a deep breath then releases it shakily, a wide smile spreading across his lips. “Indeed tethered.”

You let go of the breath you had unconsciously held in as everyone in the room began to celebrate. Jimin pulled Hoseok to stand, laughing as the man continued to weep before reaching up to fix the birthday cap Seokjin had slipped onto his head. Jungkook, unable to stop himself from ridiculing his hyungs whenever he could, pulled out his phone to record them.

“How do you feel knowing you’re the first ever tethered in your family?”

Taehyung follows by placing his phone under Hoseok’s chin like a mic.

“You must be so happy being the first Jung to have a soulmate since the dawn of time, sir. Please tell us what you’re feeling right now.”

“Get that fucking… camera off my face or I’ll break it.”

Hearing this, Namjoon turns to the maknaes. “Stop teasing him, Seokjin hyung isn’t even done reading it.”

Despite this, Jungkook didn’t stop recording but Taehyung had skipped over to look over Seokjin’s shoulder.

“I think you’ll want to read this one yourself, Hoba.” The oldest says, handing the paper over to the sniffling man.

With his result back in his hand, Hoseok straightened himself, clearing his throat as Jimin gently wipes his tears off of his cheeks.

“This means you have a soulmate, a unique and profound connection that is both rare and significant. Furthermore, based on the characteristics of your soulmark and the energy patterns observed, there is a high probability that your soulmark is of the altering type.”

“They have the technology to figure out the soulmark type too?” Yoongi asks, surprised.

“Unfortunately, the global fated registry haven’t figured out a way to pinpoint what soulmark our patients have. It is with our deepest—”

“Didn’t know that, had mine cancelled when I figured it out before the results came.” Seokjin replied. Beside him, Taehyung pulls up his phone to rapidly type out whatever he had in his mind.

“I wonder what kind of altering mark it is. There’s a lot of documented ones but what if it’s also a new soulmark? A revived one from the 19th century like Jimin’s?”

“That’s unlikely.” Yoongi refutes.

“You don’t know that.”

With the initial elation ebbing away, everyone continued the celebration seated around the dining table where Jimin had parted from you to take out the congratulating cake from the fridge to light up and serve in front of their hyung who had almost toppled over with how hard he laughed seeing it.

Yoongi had insisted they also take out the apologizing cake so it wouldn’t go to waste. Upon hearing this, the group broke out in laughters, unbelieving until Jungkook brings out the ube flavored cake with the sentence “sorry your family nerfed your potential to be a lover boy.” placed on top in red icing.

The excitement never faded away through the night, dinner was lively, as if they had swept the four daesangs on both award shows. But instead of being influenced by the joy you feel down the red line from Yoongi and the practically vibrating maknaes sitting across you who keep cutting through conversations with suggestions on what soulmark their hyung might have, you find yourself standing behind a tall wall.

When everyone cheered and raised their mugs to toast, you only felt yourself mentally retreat further as a mass settled deep in the pit of your gut.

Seeing the men around you with wrists decorated in thick bands of gold that cost more than your yearly wage, faces flawless from careful maintenance, and names carrying the weight of their country’s pride, did you really deserve them?

You, who was a nobody staff they just happen to gravitate to due to the closeness of age, matched with the members of the world’s biggest boyband. They weren’t just out of your league. You’re the human on earth wishing to reach the stars from another, far away galaxy, yet by fate’s generosity, you were given the chance to see the beauty of them from up close.

How does one come from dating sleazy men with oily hair and faces akin to an infant’s drawing to being tethered to superstars everyone in the world would sacrifice a life for a chance to talk to them?

When everyone had begun to retire for the night, Jimin had silently guided you back to his room. The sensation of him pressing a kiss on your forehead cuts off your thoughts, his arms wrapping around you in a tight hug grounding you further.

“Are you with me now, noona?”

“Of course, I always am.” You answered with a scoff, pulling away and he frowned.

“I could sense your feelings the entire dinner, don’t try to lie to me.”

Even in the shades of his room bare of any bright lighting, you feel Jimin stare past your physical body and peer into your soul. In the harsh darkness with only you and him standing in it, you felt exposed, stripped to the barest bone under his gaze.

Never have you ever hated having a soulmate than you do now with someone perceiving your feelings openly, sensing the slightest shift in your mood with a brush of skin. It's annoying, scary yet at the same time relieving that there’s someone who could hear the tune of the noise in your brain.

Not many people have the same luck you have, seven soulmates with one of them granting you what technically is immortality, who else wins at life like that?

But do you really deserve it? Deserve them?

“Stop that. You deserve this, deserve all of us. If someone thinks otherwise, tell me their name and I’ll go beat them up.”

You laugh. “You can’t do that, that’ll stain your image.”

“I don’t think you understand just how important you are to me, noona.” He says, pulling you closer to him. “Before you think about it, I’ll beat someone up for you with or without the soulmarks.”

The image of someone with the face of an angel and a sweet demeanor like Jimin jumping someone in the parking lot to fight for your honor shouldn’t have made you cackle the way you did. The warm rumbles from your linked hands spread across your body and the thoughts were immediately silenced.

“I know you wouldn’t like it but I’ll be telling the other guys about this. I don’t like how you think you’re undeserving of all this when you do, in fact, deserve this bond after sticking with us through thick and thin. You saw all of our flaws and helped us in our bad days, you may think you haven’t done much to warrant this kind of luck but you do.”

Jimin pressed his lips on your forehead and your heart skipped a beat.

“Namjoon hyung might have a problem expressing it, Yoongi hyung might not show it openly like Jungkook and Taehyung does, but they share the same sentiment. It’ll take them time to be more expressive so I hope you find it in yourself to be patient. We’re still in the adjusting phase so if anything bothers you, don’t hesitate to tell us.”

Tears were streaming down your face at this point, eyes burning as they poured out like a waterfall. The softness in his voice has eased its way into your heart and dispelled the gloominess surrounding it, replacing it with a crashing wave of relief followed by the warmth provided by the soulmark.

You didn’t realise how much your thoughts had been wearing you down until tonight. Comforted by his words and the tightness of his hug, the dam finally breaks and you falter in his hold.

“Shh, cry it all out, noona.”

“I-I shouldn’t be crying over something so stupid like this.”

He shakes his head. “It's not stupid. Don’t say that.”

There’s a tug on your pinkie and you feel the string grow heavier. Immediately, Yoongi’s concern bleeds into you.

‘Why crying?’

‘What happened?’

“Let’s go lay down, noona. I’m feeling the ache in my muscles bending down like this.” He says lightheartedly, giggling. “Don’t worry about answering the others, I’ll handle it later.”

Guiding you to the bed, Jimin tugs you to fall into his arms and you let yourself be pulled into his chest.

Between the sound of Jimin and Namjoon’s heartbeats, and his fingers tracing slow circles on your back while the other hand massaged your scalp, it was easy to be lulled into sleep. In the echoing sound of your sniffles and hiccups, his sweet humming permeates through the air. His song was familiar yet your sleep addled mind took a second to realise what it was.

Serendipity, your mind eventually supplied.

For a moment, in the solace his arms offered, the world became quiet and you fell asleep, forgetting to worry about what chaos yesterday will bring.

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