#poly established relationship

[sparklingsora]

yeah sure i guess this is how i'll introduce my roleswap au. anyway yeah the good guys swap with the bad guys whaaaaaaat?!?!?!? god i cant believe this au has been consuming my brain for the past several weeks and now i cant even describe it properly. some character refs and descriptions under cut:

imagine, if you will, you are a man with a tv for a head. and lets just say, hypothetically, that you were friends with a powerful overlord. a powerful overlord named alastor. and lets just say for the sake of this argument, that this powerful overlord named alastor died in an extermination. so lets assume that you open a hotel to rehabilitate sinners with your girlfriend with the help of this magical cat you found. (and then, lets say, hypothetically, that this powerful overlord named alastor turns out to be alive after all and now he's avoiding you and you are very pissed about it)

okay and NOW imagine, if you will, you are the daughter of lucifer, one of the highest ranking angels in heaven, but you got kicked out of heaven for being a cringefail loser. and also imagine that unknown to you your girlfriend is actually an angel sent by your shitty dad to watch over you because he still cares??? i guess??? somewhat??? though he's still shitty anyway PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send me asks about this au ive got so much lore sitting in this brain of my mine PLEASE I WILL EXPLODE IF I DONT GET IT OUT INTO THE WORLD

[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

Ok I just saw your Vamp!Rhys brain rot headcanons post and I'm letting you know right now if you do not develop them into full blown chapters for Vamp!Rhys I'll literally sue for emotional damages ok thank you <3

lol I suppose I can make that happen ;)

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Ancient Recipes

The bed is, surprisingly, empty when you awaken, the last rays of evening light filtering in through a crack in the curtains. Your hands brush absently through the cold sheets as if they could tell you where he’d disappeared off to. He’s not usually up this early.

With a yawn, you slide out of bed and yank on one of his discarded shirts, leaving the silky button down open down the middle in a half-hearted attempt at decency before padding off in search of him. 

The library and game room is empty, the curtains pulled tight, the air a little stuffy. You can hear Cassian snoring from behind his closed door and a tendril of shadow still guard’s Azriel’s door handle, telling you that he’s not off with either of them this early.

Eventually, you find yourself wandering down into the kitchen, expecting it to be empty too, but figuring it’s worth a shot. You’re surprised to find Rhys bent over the stove, shirtless, sleep pants slung low over his hips as he carefully chops a mix of vegetables. His ears twitch as you walk towards him, a sure sign that he hears your approach. 

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” he says without turning. You can hear the pout in his voice without seeing the purse of those full lips you love so much.

“Missed you,” you say as you slide your arms around his waist and bury your head between his shoulder blades.

He sets the knife down long enough to run a hand over where yours hold his waist. “I was coming right back.”

You place a kiss against his spine before leaning around him to get a better view of what he’s doing. “I didn’t know you could cook?”

“I am a thousand years old, Darling,” he purrs. “That’s a long time to not learn how to prepare a meal.”

There’s an old, hand written book propped up against the stone wall, the swirling script fading under the cruel hands of time in a language long forgotten. The pages are brittle and yellow now, the date written in the corner nearly illegible. 

“What are you making?”

Skilled hands throw in diced vegetables and dried herbs into a pot simmering with some sort of red sauce. “Something my mother used to make me,” he says softly. “These are her recipes.”

Your chest tightens. He’d told you about the hunters that had killed his mother and sister not long after that night when those hunters had come for you. He’d, understandably, been on edge since, the encounter bringing up a lot of old memories he hadn’t touched. It’s little surprise that he would try and find some solace here.

“Smells good,” you say. 

He twists and pulls you in front of him, so you can watch as he works. “Can’t find all the right ingredients,” he frowns. “Some of these spices have been lost to time. I think these will work instead. Hopefully.”

Rhys dips a wooden spoon into the bubbling liquid and brings it to your lips, “Try this for me?”

You give it a second to cool before taking a taste, the mixture both earthy and spicy, but deliciously warm. “It’s good!”

“Yes, but is it right?” He insists.

You tilt your head up to look at him, brows raised, “How would I know, Rhysand? By the sound of it, most of the things you’re missing were lost to the world before my parents were even born.”

You think if he was capable of it he might have blushed against the mistake. Instead, he kisses the top of your head. “I suppose I could ask Az.” He licks a bit of the mixture, frowning as he goes, before putting the spoon directly back into the pot. Apparently a key ingredient in ancient recipes is a little bit of saliva. 

A moment later, the shadowy vampire emerges, summoned for this oh so important errand. Azriel’s dark hair is sleep tousled, shadows swirling lazily around his bare shoulders. Any other morning with the two males looking like this you would have climbed them like a tree, but this morning is apparently for other things, as Rhys nearly flings the spoon in Azriel’s direction. 

“What am I missing?” He demands.

Az takes a taste and spits it into the sink. “What did you do?!” He all but shoves the two of you out of the way to reach for the spice rack in the cupboards above your head. “Your mother would have beat you with that spoon.”

“I know!” Rhys huffs. “What did I forget?”

Azriel starts opening old jars of dried herbs and adding them into the pot. “Egg and thyme for one thing, dumbass.”

Rhys grabs the book off the counter and looks more closely at the recipe, keeping one arm around your shoulders to have you close even so. “Oh, yeah I did forget the egg.”

Azriel cracks four of them into the mixture, before throwing in more herbs. “You’re cooking it too high too.”

Rhys brushes his lips over your hair. “Wanted to bring it to you in bed before you woke up.”

You twist and lean up on your toes to give him a proper good morning kiss. “I would have loved it anyway.”

“Human taste buds are disgusting,” Azriel huffs.

You hear Cassian’s footsteps before you see the half-awake vampire stumble into the kitchen. “Are we cooking what I think we are?”

“Not if Rhys has anything to do with it,” Azriel huffs.

“It was for Y/N!” Rhys returns. “I didn’t make enough for everyone.”

“But she’s so good at sharing,” Cassian says with a wink, his sleep thick voice enough to make heat pool between your legs. 

Rhys lifts you up and places you on the counter, beside where Azriel still chops more ingredients, so he can kiss you deeper this time. “Mine.” 

“Not with your cooking she’s not,” Azriel quips. 

Cassian tuts as he comes over to Azriel’s other side and dips a finger into the now simmering pot. Azriel smacks his hand with the back of the wooden spoon and Rhys hisses, fangs glinting in the candlelight.

“How are you supposed to take care of the little human if you can’t even cook her a decent meal?” He brings his fingers to his mouth for a taste, then frowns. “Do neither of you own any peppers at all? What is this, baby food?”

“I added the aleppo, just as the recipe said!” Rhys retorts. 

“You definitely didn’t! Your mother never made anything this bland!” Cassian insists.

“I’m following the recipe!”

Azriel snatches the book, scarred hands thumbing quickly through the pages. “I remember it being spicier.”

Rhys frowns. “Maybe we’re thinking of that other recipe she used to make?”

“No that one was for dinner,” Cassian returns. “I definitely remember a spicy breakfast dish. Especially on cold winter mornings.”

“He’s right,” Azriel chimes in, eyes still glued to the pages. 

“I mean, our tastes did change when we turned, maybe we’re the problem?” Cassian asks, running a hand over his face in thought. 

“Your tastes change when you turn?” You ask.

“A little,” Rhys says with a frown, violet eyes on the dish. “Maybe you’re right, Cass. Did you think it was spicy, Darling?” 

“A little,” you reply. “It could use more, I think, but again, I’ve never tried it before so I’m not exactly an expert.”

Cass peers into the pot. “It looks right.”

Azriel sets the book back on the counter with nothing short of reverence. “Guess it is us.”

Rhys’s face falls, it’s like watching him lose a piece of the past. You take his face in your hands and kiss the tip of his nose. “I think any mother would be proud to know that you loved something so much that you put all this effort into sharing it, whether is tastes the same or not.”

His grin is soft, like the kiss he plants on your lips, taking his time to pull out of it.

“Thank you for sharing a piece of you with me,” you say.

Azriel scoops it up into four small portions, the wooden dishes old and reminiscent of a time long passed. Not the formal dining ware they bring out at parties, but a little piece of home that managed to survive the passage of time. 

It’s delicious, Az had been right about needing the egg and thyme, it brings a more rounded flavor to the dish. But it would have been equally fine if Rhys had brought the first attempt to you in bed, simply because he loved you enough to try and make something for you even when he could not fully enjoy it himself. It tastes all the better because it’s something the four of you can share, can make new memories out of. You certainly will not forget it, not even in the coming change of your mortality. 

“Well now you’ve got me curious for what other ancient recipes you’ve been hiding,” you say as the meal comes to a close. 

“You make us sound like we’re old as dirt,” Cassian huffs. 

You wink up at Rhys as he kisses your temple. “A thousand years is a long time. What else can you make for me?”

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

The older I get the more I realise there is just nothing to Jean and Logan as a couple, he's just the cool bad boy alternative to her straight laced boyfriend, and no writer has ever bothered to develop them beyond that. Logan really has more of a dynamic with Scott than he ever had with Jean. When written well, Scott and Jean feel like genuine partners with neither character overshadowing the other, but when she's paired with Logan, Jean seems to just become the love interest or worse a prize for Logan to win for being a good person, the relationship always reduces her.

[unhetalia]

ivan being in love with an alfred who is with arthur and using their terrible relationship to get away with spending time with him like a dog desperate for scraps. he tries to goad alfred into physical altercations because at least he's touching alfred, and maybe he'll close his eyes while he's got alfred pinned to the ground and squirming and try to imagine —well. something different.

arthur sees right through him, but he doesn't mock him or threaten him like ivan expects. instead, he looks at ivan with something like sympathy in his eyes, and ivan HATES that even more. he loathes arthur, who receives all of alfred's love and never seems to appreciate it. who doesn't know what it feels like to have the sun shine on you one day and then disappear, because even when arthur and alfred were at odds, they always orbited each other.

arthur knows that it could have been ivan. that once upon a time, when his and alfred's relationship had been at its worst, ivan had been there, and alfred had noticed. he knows that if the wind had blown differently, he could've been in ivan's place, pining over someone happily unattainable. he looks at ivan and wonders: if he couldn't kiss alfred or hold him close at night, would he resort to violence for a poor facsimile of the experience?

alfred looks at russia and only sees someone who loathes him. he doesn't remember looking at him, his country fighting each other and another trying to take his place, and his mind almost forming a maybe. a tiny blip that could have blossomed into something had it been watered and allowed to grow.

(but it hadn't, because ivan had left and hadn't been allowed to look back, and the seed never got a chance to be planted and instead arthur had come back into his life and made a garden.)

[xddaengx]

The Little Things

✧ Pairings: ot7 BTS x Reader

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

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

✧ Word Count: 4.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?” You spur Namjoon to continue. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Jin is a lucky man.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This you could get used to.

[mystery-fic-anon]

Put Me Together Again

Summary: Axe and Cross find some comfort in each other after a long day, and are drowned in more when the rest of the polycule finds them. (This is a Bad Sans poly fic!)

Warnings: mentions of scars/LV, mentions of chronic pain, explicit sex with ecto and tentacles

This is a part of the 2024 Gyftmas exchange, thank you again to my imp for the lovely prompt! Also thank you @sin-cognito

You can also read this fic on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62133196

It had been a long day. Axe could feel the ache of it in his bones. Since he’d found the multiverse his life had generally gotten better, but some scars would never heal. His skull would always hurt the worst, but after spending the better part of today doing recon his spine and knees were chiming in with their own loud protests. The small chips and hairline stress fractures that had accumulated over the years back in his Underground were impossible to heal at this point, and he just had to hope that he would still be able to move tomorrow.

What he needed right now was a good nap. If he could actually manage to fall asleep, then the pain would hopefully ease up enough for him to sit upright tomorrow. Maybe he could even use some of the luxurious products Nightmare seemed to magically keep stocked in every bathroom for a nice hot bath.

Nap, then soak, then go hunting for a midnight snack. A perfect plan.

Axe opened the door to his room, and blinked. A familiar white coat hung from the door handle of his closet, and a figure was curled up in his sheets.

He closed the door and locked it, turning back around as Cross sat up. The sheets were half falling off of him, revealing part of his ribcage. The pearly white bones gleamed, illuminated only by a sliver of Cross’ magic.

“Hey, back already?” Cross stretched both arms above his head, letting the blankets fall down further.

“Why’re you here?” Axe asked, fighting a sigh. He wasn’t trying to be a dick, but there was a reason he’d gone to his room instead of staying with the others.

“Your blankets are thicker.” Cross fumbled with them slightly as he spoke, disentangling himself completely. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, and at another time Axe might have appreciated the view.

“Could wear warmer clothes,” Axe muttered, sitting down on the bed with his back facing Cross.

Instead of taking the hint, Cross moved closer to Axe and put one hand on his scapula. “What’s wrong?”

“Tired. Need a nap.” Axe shrugged his hand off, scooting to the edge of the bed. He just wanted to lie down and stop talking.

The bedsheets shifted, and when Axe glanced back, he saw Cross had scooted to sit on the side of the bed. He flipped the blanket off and patted it, looking up at Axe.

“Let me help you relax.”

Axe hesitated for a moment, but he knew it would be better if he let Cross work. He didn’t have the energy to try and stretch himself, but if his bones got a bit of attention then he would feel better later. He took off his shirt and hoodie, dropping them on the floor next to the bed.

He climbed on, turning away from Cross so he wouldn’t see the wince on his face. He laid on his side, leaving the crack on his skull facing the ceiling. It still didn’t quite feel right to leave it so exposed, but he knew it would only hurt more if that part of his skull was pressed against the pillow.

Cross’ bones were alive with magic, and pleasantly warm against Axe’s skull. He pressed into Axe’s skull on both sides, slowly running his phalanges back and forth.

After a few seconds, he finally understood why Cross was so insistent on sticking around. Cross’ hands were trembling, and his magic was sparking slightly. There was no harmful intent, but it left a slight tingling feeling behind.

Whenever he had LV issues, Cross tended to hole himself up in one of their rooms and stick close. He’d never explained why, and Axe knew better than to ask. The more important part was that it worked.

Still, he reached up and covered one of Cross’ hands with his own. “You okay?”

Cross’ eyelights flickered, but he didn’t look upset. “Yeah, this is fine.”

Axe nodded slightly, then relaxed. Aside from the gentle rasp of bone on bone, a comfortable silence filled the room. Cross was careful, pressing firmly enough for it to feel good and moving slowly and deliberately so he didn’t jostle Axe too much. It had been a while since they’d spent time together like this, and it was nice to just exist in the same room as him without needing to do anything.

As that magical touch moved down to his cervical vertebrae, Axe tilted his head back. He could feel himself drifting off, but there was no need to stay up. Cross would keep him company until he woke up again…

The door opened. Axe’s eyelight popped back up, and his bones ached in protest as he jolted up. With a quick gesture, a couple of twisted, sharp bones appeared in front of him. He jerked away as someone grabbed his sleeve from behind, then finally realized who was standing in front of him.

He dropped his arm, and Cross let go of his sleeve. Nightmare stood in the doorway. He hadn’t even flinched at the almost-attack. The ass just grinned as Axe tried to calm himself.

“I thought I might find you here.” He stepped into the room, with Killer following just after him.

Axe shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. “What do you want?”

Nightmare stepped closer to him, his eyelight boring into him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Back’s killing me after today.” Axe blinked as he felt Cross touch his back again, and when he scooted closer Axe finally understood what he was after. He slowly leaned into Cross, letting his back rest on his chest. Cross wrapped his arms around his lower ribcage, finally taking some of the weight off of his spine.

“Any other complaints?” Nightmare asked, looking between the two of them.

Axe didn’t bother answering. Nightmare knew about all of his other issues, and he’d seen Axe’s body enough times to know where the worst chips and scars were.

“I’m fine,” Cross muttered, pressing closer as if Axe could hide him from scrutiny.

Axe wasn’t going to let him get away with that. If he was going to get some unsolicited pampering, then they were both going down together. “His LV’s acting up. Dunno if anything else is wrong.”

Nightmare stepped closer. Two of his tentacles reached out and curled around Axe’s legs, while a third came up to support his back, slipping between him and Cross. They left a thin film of tar behind, but Axe had long since grown used to the feeling.

Killer popped up on the bed next to Axe, grabbing Cross. Cross let go of Axe and let himself be pulled into Killer’s lap. He tensed when Killer touched his scar, but quickly relaxed when Axe put one hand on his knee.

Axe groaned as he felt two more tentacles wrap around his body, beginning to rub his spine. Nightmare didn’t climb on the bed yet, but he moved close enough to hold the undamaged side of Axe’s skull. Axe wasn’t going to question a gift. He relaxed, letting Nightmare massage him however he wanted.

Killer continued working on Cross, kissing his scar a couple of times and then moving down to Cross’ neck. He ran his hands over Cross’ ribs, and grinned smugly as Cross shivered. “Feels good?”

“Shut up,” Cross muttered, tilting his head to the side so Killer could focus on his neck even more. Even as he squirmed, he didn’t move enough to shake Axe’s hand off of him.

All of this was much softer than what they normally did, but Axe wasn’t going to complain. It was nice to be touched and held like he was something special. Even if his pain didn’t vanish completely, the gentle, persistent rubbing made it feel a lot better.

Axe let himself relax again. He wasn’t in between sleep and wakefulness any more, but it did feel like he was floating. He groaned when Nightmare touched his knees, shuddering as the tentacles began to rub him there too. Damn, he could get used to this kind of service. Judging by the noises Cross was making, he was enjoying it just as much.

When the door opened again, Axe didn’t even flinch. He blinked, saw it was Dust, and let his eyelight flicker out again.

His bed here was big, but not that huge. Nightmare pulled Axe up to the head of the bed, and he finally let go of Cross’ knee. Dust climbed on to the foot of the bed, and Axe heard the soft click of a kiss before Dust wiggled over so he was in between them.

He hadn’t even noticed that his hip was hurting until Dust began touching it. He hissed and flinched, but Nightmare’s tentacles kept him from moving away. Dust lightened up, and Nightmare’s hand came to Axe’s other hip, mirroring his movements. Axe tensed up a bit, but that didn’t stop them. They continued to work him over, pulling down his shorts slightly to expose more of his hips.

“Just take ‘em off,” Axe said, lifting his hips up slightly. He had been naked in front of all of them before; he didn’t have anything to hide.

Nightmare helped maneuver Axe into a good position, and Dust pulled his shorts off. Axe relaxed again as they put him down on the bed, groaning softly as they went back to rubbing his hips.

Now that his pain was better, Axe was starting to feel something else from their touches. As one of Nightmare’s tentacles curled around his lower rib and traced along the inside of it, he could tell that they were just as interested. Axe spread his legs, letting his eyelight come back to life. Nightmare still loomed over him, but his gaze was focused elsewhere.

Cross’ ecto had formed, covering everything from his chest down to his knees. The soft glow of his magic was the brightest light in the room. His shorts were still on, and one of Nightmare’s tentacles was rubbing the bulge on the front of them. Killer nibbled at his neck, running his hands over Cross’ ecto just as gently as he had over his sensitive bones. As Axe watched, Dust leaned in and kissed Cross, using plenty of tongue. He ran his hand up his thigh, pulling the shorts a bit higher and squeezing it appreciatively.

Axe focused on his own magic for a moment. It still took a bit of concentration to form his dick, but the magic pooling in his pelvis looked less anemic than it once had. Axe grunted once it was fully formed, leaning back. He hissed as Nightmare reached out and wrapped one hand around his dick. The tar dripping from his hand was slippery, coating his fingers and dripping down onto the sensitive bones of his pelvis. Axe groaned and rocked his hips up, looking back up at Cross.

Cross looked even more lost than he was. His eyelight was wide and hazy, and his bones rattled slightly as he trembled in pleasure. Dust and Cross finally helped him take his shorts off, and Axe’s mouth watered at the sight.

The others all moved, with Nightmare pushing Axe a bit lower on the bed and making himself comfortable behind him. Dust and Killer lifted Cross and placed him down in Axe’s lap. He was straddling Axe’s hips, but the hands on him kept any weight from pressing down on Axe. Nightmare moved his hand and Cross rocked his hips, grinding into him eagerly.

A tentacle wrapped around both of their dicks, pressing them together. Nightmare began to play with Axe’s clavicles, and Dust had switched to touching Cross more. Killer kissed him, and Axe eagerly kissed back. Cross began to touch his ribcage, sliding his fingers into the gaps and massaging everywhere he could.

From there, things began to get hazy. Everything felt so good, and aside from Nightmare’s tentacles, the hands and mouths on him kept changing. The heat of Cross’ body felt so good, and the way he moaned when Axe began to rock his hips up too made him shudder. He put one hand on Cross’ thigh and dug his phalanges in, holding on for the ride.

Something wrapped around his other hand. When Axe looked down, he realized that a few of Error’s threads coiled around his fingers, rubbing his knuckles as they squeezed his hand gently.

He glanced to the side and found Error sitting on a chair. His knees were closed, but he watched them with interest. His face flushed when he noticed Axe looking, and he pointedly looked at Cross.

Threads wrapped loosely around Cross’ chest, crossing over each other and squeezing his ecto. Each of his arms wrapped around Dust and Killer’s shoulders, showing off his body even more.

Axe couldn’t have lasted even if he’d wanted to try and hold back. After a few more thrusts he came hard, holding on to Cross as he rode him through it. Cross squeezed Axe’s ribs, the touch just shy of being overstimulating. Right as he was about to tap out, Cross finished too. He added to the mess covering Axe’s lower spine and pelvis, whining sweetly as Killer and Dust continued touching him.

Cross finally tapped out, panting heavily as Dust and Killer helped him off of his dick. Axe reached out and rubbed Cross’ hip, squeezing it gently. Cross grabbed his hand back, squeezing it and giving him a faint, tired smile.

Axe winked and laid down fully again. He was out of breath and exhausted again, but this time he was much more relaxed. His eyelight faded, and drifted off slightly, ignoring the chatter around him.

He woke up a bit when he felt wet cloth, but didn’t try to look around. Someone began wiping him clean, carefully getting as much of the tar off of his bones as they could without a proper bath.

Once Axe felt clean, he blindly grabbed and pulled the closest skeleton to him. He wrapped his arms around their waist and nuzzled into the back of their neck. He could hear the faint sound of laughter, but it didn’t bother him. He just went out like a light.

[beanghostprincess]

I can't believe I just had to explain my last Zolusan (more Lusan/Sanlu than anything but yeah) fic to somebody because they said it was normalizing unhealthy behavior when it comes to starting poly relationships. As if the monster trio would talk things out like normal people. Seriously.

Please NEVER leave a comment like this on a fanfic. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it. I am not here to educate people!! I am not your parents!! This is a fanfic site!! Don't expect me to write a manual on how to have a poly relationship, especially when it would be out of character for the main couple.

I'm gonna leave the link to the fic here and what I told them about it because now I am extremely anxious other people won't get what I want to express with this fic and I feel the need to share my thoughts:

[zapsoda]

actually maybe i dont understand monogamy as much as i thought i did because i dont feel any inherent discomfort at the idea of a hypothetical partner being romantically interested in another person or people as long as they are Still romantically interested in me

[fisheito]

still thinking about them

[ricihh]

Hey guys!! For the last day of pride month, I've decided to do a lil fic of my second fav poly ship: the fruit salad poly aka SILLY YURI!!!

This is very silly but I hope y'all like it! I swear I'll return to the requests now 🙏

Rating: G

Fandom: Brawl Stars

Relationship: Bibi/Colette/Draco/Lawrie/Melodie

Main Tags: Fluff, Karaoke, Humor, Trans Female Character, Song Lyrics, Slice of Life, Polyamory

Warnings: None!

Summary: Melodie and her girlfriends have a fun night at her new Karaoke.

[ashpkat]

alastair has two hands for both sarah and constantine. and i curse the day i made sarah and alastair divorced in sons of darkness and stars bc I COULDVE HAD A BANGER THROUPLE PARENTING CALL

[swimminginyokohamasrivers]

Hey broski arent you like married or smth

Yep! But Chuuya's fine if I date other people as well, as long as he knows about it and they do too and it's all okay with everybody!

The powers of polyamory-

[seoafin]

only one bed trope with stsg except it's a love hotel and neither gojo nor geto can look you in the eye

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

i love vitaseele but my friend sent me art of vitahua and i'm curious on what my fav vita lover thinks about that

It’s a crackship? The art is cute but it doesn’t have anything exciting to it in canon. So far you have to make it all up yourself as they’ve never met directly (or at least not yet).

Do I think they could get along? …probably? Vita can make herself approachable, and Hua is such a serious dork that she’s difficult to dislike. Would they kiss? Depends entirely on how you are imagining everything about the crackship to go. It’s a fun kind of freedom!

If you want my honest feeling: I’m a little annoyed by vitahua. However, it’s purely because of my personal feelings, the ship’s fine. It just can’t make me happy right now.

I like VitaSeele because I like how Vita and Seele interacted in canon, and I want to explore that more, they were basically set up as foils to one another and I really like foil romances, Vita flirted with Seele a lot and crumbs make me happy. Interesting themes, challenges to overcome due to different personalities and goals, a shared history. Stuff like that!

It’s not just because they look cute next to each other and both get thirst called mother so it’s not really comparable with vitahua.

[spiderparentsfam]

Ok chapter 6 of Emergency Girlfriend Program (fake dating au, rosefang but poly endgame) is now up!

Excerpt (MJ goes by Rose as Mig’s fake gf):

”I’m the charming brother!” Gabri had a big ol’ smile as he hugged and kissed Rose’s cheeks. “Welcome! Miggy hasn’t brought someone to one of these things in - a while, let’s just say that.”

There was a chuckle in his earbud from Peter. “Miggy?”

Por dios. He was going to have to remember to threaten Peter not to use that nickname. Then again, the man seemed to be into punishment. It might give Peter mixed signals. But that would have to wait.

”Thank you Gabriel.”

”Oh please, Gabri or Gabe. My full name makes me feel like I’m about to be spanked for something. Or jury duty.”

Rose laughed. Gabriel put his arm along her upper back, not bothered by the fact that he was pushing Miguel aside.

”Gabri,” Miguel warned.

”I’m just getting your date a drink. You can go find your seats. Food should be coming out soon.”

***

Read more on (ao3)!

[shysoftbebe]

Feelings {BakuDeku x Reader}

BakuDeku x Reader

I'm for them, but why do I feel so heartbroken?

~~~

“Izu!” you cheer, crashing into the firm chest of your childhood friend, a smile encasing your features as he laughs, returning the hug as Katsuki mumbles a few incoherent words from where he stands next to the green-haired man. 

“Kat, good to see you too,” you say giving the blonde-haired male a soft smile, he scoffs at your words, eyes flickering as the tips of his ears turn slightly red. You’re tugged away by Ochako, easily settling into her side as the others wait for the two to announce their news. 

Something in your mind, tells you that it is not going to be good towards the feelings you hold for the two.

Your eyes move to their hands, heart cracking as you watch them intertwine, eyes moving back to their faces to see blushes on their cheeks, small smile on Izuku’s face. 

Ochako squeezes your shoulder, as they announce they have been dating for the last two years, while your heart shatters. 

Everyone congratulates them, you manage to do the same, smiling widely as you pounce on them.

You spend an hour hanging out with everyone before deciding to head home, making up an excuse of being tired and having things to do the next day. 

As you walk home, you whistle softly under your breath tears stinging your eyes as a shaky breath leaves your dry lips.

“Wh-why can’t I just,” you cut yourself off with a huff, finding yourself standing on a barren sidewalk, late at night wondering about your life choices.

“Hey dumbass!” Katsuki’s loud voice tears through the silent night air, drawing a surprised gasp from your lips as you hurriedly wipe at the tears that had escaped before turning to face the two with a small, tired smile.

“Need something you two?” you ask, happy that your voice doesn’t betray you as you look between the two, watching how they share a look before Izuku approaches you, hand slipping from Katsuki’s.

“Why didn’t you tell us about how you feel,” he asks, straightforward, brows creasing with sadness as his eyes meet yours, your heart plummeting to your feet as they weren’t supposed to know.

Shaking your head, you go to back away but a larger, warm hand curls around your smaller one, crimson eyes meeting your teary, bloodshot eyes.

“Not so fast, sweetheart.”