#so i literally. read the book while we were on vacation and then the SECOND we got back i immediately binged it.

[honeyviscera]

omg seeing u react to go s2 makes me so excited/nervous for it i was OBSESSED with it a few years ago like genuinely crazy abt it... and now it is back....!!!! throwing up screaming, sobs, etc

I KNOW LITERALLY IM GOING INSANE good omens was my number one main obsession like 3-4 years ago i was so insane about it literally every waking moment i spent thinking about it the only reason that hasn't been apparent Here on tumblr is bc i got an account riiight as my obsession was fading a bit and went dormant but the brainrot is back and im going insane. literally i watched good omens s1 around 15 times in total i did a school project on it (part of which was a presentation i did a whole presentation. at school. about this show) it made me so crazy. and now WE'RE BACK BAYBEEEE so far i have avoided most spoilers but some ppl have said the ending hurts and so im scared. but i also eat tragedy up lol why else would my header image be a stsg gif DFKHDGKJD;LJKG AAAAUGH i love good omens.

[cl6teen]

affection, ln4 ❀ chapter i. clueless

masterlist || chapter ii

in which everyone can’t believe that a certain mclaren driver and f1’s resident rich girl aren’t dating already

contains: smau, oblivious lando & oblivious reader

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yourinstagram a much needed vacay

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landonorris im still offended by the lack of an invite

yourinstagram thailand is for the girls, not sorry!

bsfsinstagram there was a strict no lando norris rule for yn

user i have gyat to go to thailand

liked by yourinstagram

carlossainz55 the book is upside down dummy

yourinstagram i’ll turn you upside down

oscarpiastri what an informative post yn

yourinstagram hehe, can’t wait to see you

user omg yn at the next race???

user literally what are all these f1 boys doing in her comments

user shes a nepo baby i think

user her dad is mclaren’s biggest sponsor so she’s able to attend a lot of f1 events

user my fav honorary f1 wag

yourinstagram wag?? i’m very much single thank you

daniel ricciardo 🌚

yourinstagram don’t give them things to read into daniel.

lanny

i miss you

hey yn

miss youuu

when are you coming back

thailand can’t be that fun

y/n/n

thailand is totally that fun

in fact we’re about to go on a boat

lanny

you can go on a boat over here

y/n/n

it’s not the same 🙄

i don’t know why you’re so hung up about me taking a vacation

monaco gets boring sometimes

lanny

yeah but the second i get back from racing around the world you’re already gone

y/n/n

well i’ll be in the uk just in time for silverstone

lanny

you’re going back home?

y/n/n

my father said it’d be good to be around for a home race

so i’ll be in the uk for some time probably, it’s been a while since i’ve been back

lanny

okay good

i better see you cheering for me

it’d be embarrassing if my best friend was rooting for someone else

y/n/n

i’ve got my mclaren 4 cap ready to go

cant wait to see you ❤️

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lando.jpg home dump

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yourinstagram and it’s all just a bit too much…for littol lando norris

lando.jpg im hiding in your walls

yourinstagram creep

maxfewtrell stream time? 🤔

lando.jpg let me race first bro

user not lando feeding yn pasta and lobsterrrr

carlossainz55 aye, was this a date??

yourinstagram he wishes, he got me from the airport & we went straight to eat

danielricciardo who’s that cutie?

yourinstagram i’m right here!

danielricciardo oh..i meant lando

oscarpiastri 😬

user im so confused, are they dating??

user no, but they’ve been like best friends since lando’s rookie year in mclaren

user shes better than me, i would have fallen in love…

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yourinstagram couldn’t be prouder of my boys!!

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mclaren loving the love from our papaya girl 🧡

yourinstagram mwah

user yn ate today on the paddock

user she’s wearing lando’s hat im gonna cry

bsfsinstagram ugh get these men off my feed and show me ur pretty face

yourinstagram i was held at gunpoint and told to post this :/

landonorris the 6th photo…

yourinstagram ikr can you believe that loser got p2?

landonorris not too much now

oscarpiastri i look crazy

yourinstagram you look so cute??

oscarpiastri you shoved a camera in my face while i was eating

yourinstagram i did nothing wrong 🥰

user who was the man you were with on the paddock though?

yourinstagram my father!

user girl your daddy fine

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bsfsinstagram user you have great taste

maxfewtrell send me that lando photo please

yourinstagram will do 🫡

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onlyyn i luv a good arfter prty

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danielricciardo me when i’m on the hennessy

onlyyn hehe

landonorris im looking for you

bsfsinstagram please don’t do anything crazy babe 😭

onlyyn i’ll try

lanny

y/n

where are you?

i thought you were with oscar

y/n/n

i let oscar leave! he looked tired

lanny

you should’ve told me that then

i would’ve kept an eye on you

are you drunk

y/n/n

i’m not a child oscar

lanny

*lando, but i’ll ignore that

and i’m not saying you are yn

there’s just people here that can be like

weird is all, who knows

are you drunk??

y/n/n

i don’t know, i’m not sober

are you drunk

lanny

i’m not sober

y/n/n

i thought you hated alcohol?

lanny

carlos convinced me to do some shots with him and max…

i regret it a little

do you wanna go home

y/n/n

yea

my feet hurt

lanny

i’ll carry you until we get to an uber

so can you tell me where you are now??

y/n/n

i’m in the bathroom

lanny

don’t move, i’ll come get you

y/n/n

god you’re the best ever lando

lanny

yeah i know 😁

[thisismeracing]

hii i hope ur having an amazing weekend! happy vegas gp <3

can i pls request a filipino reader dating carlos hcs (like what u did w the charles hcs) we fili cs55 girlies need more. we yearn for more 😭🙏

i looove ur work pls never disappear from the face of tumblr🧎‍♀️

hi, baby! happy vegas gp!!! <3 here you go! hope you like it *mhwa*

CARLOS DATING A FILIPINO GIRL | CS55

Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to Filipinos and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

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This man LOVES to hear you speaking Filipino. Most of the time he doesn't understand a thing, but he loves the sonority of it. It becomes a thing to read for when he's anxious. He'll pick Filipo books based on the cover or he'll stash his favorite titles but in Filipino and you'll read for him while playing with his hair;

Maybe that's how he learns a few words, by listening to you. So when you travel to meet your family, he knows the basics, and he even praises your dad on the cooking;

Speaking of food, Carlos becomes obsessed with Filipo's cuisine. What do you mean Pandesal is literally bread with salt but tastes like heaven and melts like clouds in your mouth? (He'll definitely say 'pandesal' with a Spanish accent and you think it is the most adorable thing);

His favorite dish is probably Okoy. But he loves Filipino soups and stews and will ask for them when he's sick (your nana told him she made it for you when you were young, and now he wants to experience those small things too);

Since there's Spanish influence in a lot of traditions, you both like to read a bit more about where it came from and how it used to be;

You took him to the Philippines during the Pahiyas Festival, and Carlos kept pointing to all the colors and things and saying how beautiful it looks;

There was a wedding in your family a few months into the relationship and since Sainz had already met your family they invited him. He stays glued to your side the first moments and asks a few questions that get your ears perked up, like if he could wear a Barong Tagalog or if it would be disrespectful if there could be a traditional wedding between a Filipino and a person from a different country and so on;

In the second half of the party, Carlos disappears with your siblings and cousins, to dance and make small talk with your family;

He'll definitely catch the bouquet and give it to you with the biggest smile on his face;

Carlos will suggest the Philippines as your next vacation destiny and even hint about a honeymoon somewhere there.

[ingravinoveritas]

Hello, lovely followers. I was traveling for work again in the second half of this past week, but I'm now home and looking forward to answering all of your Asks that I've been seeing in my inbox. I first wanted to reflect a little bit, however, because this trip was also a personal one for me.

This week's travels took me to Anaheim, California, which is where Disneyland is (I think I actually must've not been far from where David and Georgia just were, funnily enough, as my hotel was right by the park). It wasn't my first trip to Anaheim, though. The last time I was there was when I was 11 years old, on summer vacation with my dad in California while my mom was on a tour in Italy at the same time. As you'd expect, my dad wanted to take me to Disneyland...but I was too scared and overwhelmed, and we only ever got as far as the parking lot. The gates were visible, and I remember how they loomed, that feeling of something foreboding washing over me...but rather than excitement, my tiny body was filled with dread. I mentioned this while in conversation with one of the hotel employees during my stay, and he said, "What kind of kid doesn't want to go to Disney?"

What kind of a kid. Well, an autistic kid. A kid who was constantly anxious, emotional, and terrified of sensory overload. A kid who hated crowds and noise and rides. A kid who didn't travel well to begin with, because she was afraid of new places, anything unfamiliar, anything that wasn't safe and home.

A kid who was me.

Even before this, there were so many ways that the world had said "This is not for you." But still, there was something different about it happening there, in the bright California sunshine. My favorite Disney princess as a kid was always Belle, because she also loved to read and didn't fit in with the people around her. Belle connected more with books and animals than people, and that made me connect with her. But Belle was also beautiful (as Disney princesses tend to be), and thanks to the bullying from my peers, I was very aware that was something I was not. So no matter how much I wanted to be Belle, there was no way I could ever be a Disney princess.

This is not for you.

Thinking about all of this during my trip made me feel so many things, but I was most surprised to find myself feeling a sense of nostalgia in particular, a longing for the child I was, who I wish I could comfort. It also made me feel such sadness for that child and anyone else who finds themselves in a situation or a place where the world thinks they should be happy, but they're not. And there are few things more difficult than feeling that way in (of all places) "the happiest place on Earth."

I didn't end up going to Disney on this trip, even though I had a little bit of time to do so. It's still not for me, but the difference now is that I am okay with that. That need to be the kid who wants to visit Disney--the "good" child, the child who isn't "broken"--has gone away, and I'm more than happy being adult me, and finding a place that fits me, instead of the other way around.

And that was my nostalgia trip, in quite the literal sense of the phrase. I have a picture or two to share in another post, so stay tuned for that as well...

[leasstories]

Vacation fling?

Based on The Tortured Poet Department – Taylor Swift

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

No trigger warning.

WC: 1.3K

You and Eddie were not supposed to last. You met when Eddie was on vacation in Los Angeles and you were supposed to be a Holiday fling. Eddie literally spent his entire vacation at your place. The two of you spent every waking (and asleep) moment together; you were attached at the hip. Where you were, Eddie was as well. After a month, Eddie jad to come back home in Hawkins, and as sad as it was, your fling was over. You were not supposed to see each other ever again but fate, or more so Eddie’s forgetfulness decided against it. Eddie forgot his typewriter at your house. Yes, he forgot something as big as a typewriter.

When you saw this, two thoughts crossed your mind: Who uses a typewriter anyway and How can you forget something as big as a goddamn typewriter; but you keep your thoughts to yourself.

A few days after discovering Eddie’s forgotten typewriter, you receive a letter from him informing you that he forgot his typewriter at your place (as if you had not notice it), in this letter Eddie also wants to know when he can come and pick it up. As Eddie didn’t leave a phone number or anything except from his address, you answer to his letter by your own letter. You tell him how you are always home in Los Angeles and give him your work schedule and next vacation dates.

And here’s how you and Eddie found each other again, a few weeks after your letter exchange, Eddie is back at your place. He decided to stay for a week and the first day was going well, but the second day, you noticed that Eddie was in self-sabotage mode. Always picking up fights with you and telling you how the two of you could never work as more than a holiday fling. But you are smarter than this, you know that Eddie doesn’t mean it, you know that he is trying to push you away, you know it is self-sabotage. You know a little bit about Eddie’s life story, and you also know that Eddie is scared by your relationship. He is always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

So you decided to call him out during a fight.

“Eddie stops that!” you say, a little loud.

“Stop what?! You have your perfect little life here in Los Angeles and I leave in fucking Hawkins Indiana, we CAN’T work!” Eddie says almost screaming.

You are a little taken aback by Eddie’s tone but show nothing of it.

“First of all, my life is far from perfect Eddie, you don’t know shit about my life. All you know is what I decided to share with you! Second of all, I know why you are doing that, you are scared and it’s totally okay to be scared but you should communicate that with me instead of self-sabotaging!” You tell him sternly but not raising your voice.

Eddie shakes his head, he wasn’t expecting you to read into him like an open book, but you did. You decoded him and he wonder who else would have done that.

Eddie says your name, slowly calming down before continuing. “I really like you and I wish things were different… but I don’t see how we can make it work.” Eddie says, defeated.

“If you want this in the long run, I’m sure we can make it work Eddie, I promise I am saying that. I can come to Hawkins during my vacation, you can come here whenever you want. Or…” you trail off.

“Or?” Eddie asks, curiously.

“Or you can move into my apartment, I’ll keep paying the entire rent and you can find a job here.” You offer.

Eddie weakly smiles. “I would really like that, but I don’t want to move in with you jobless and I don’t want you to pay the full rent, so we can do that as soon as I find a job here.” Eddie answers.

You nod in answer, understanding Eddie’s point of view.

“And promise me we will communicate now; promise me you won’t try to pick on fights just because you are scared.” You tell him softly while running your thumb down his cheekbone.

“I promise.” Eddie breathes out.

You go sit on the couch, open your arms and tell Eddie. “C’me here.”

Eddie crawl into your arms and you hold him, hoping it will ease all of his doubt and fear.

“You know me so well Sweetheart.” Eddie says out of the blue.

You shrug. “I just pay attention.”

You and Eddie stay like that for a good while, you just holding him, sometimes whispering sweet nothing into his ear and scratching his head. Eddie fall asleep in your arms.

 You know Eddie’s self-sabotaging habits won’t disappear like that, but at least the two of you talked it out. You think back on how your relationship started as well as Eddie’s past. You understand where he is coming from you understand his fears and insecurities, but you hope you will be reassuring enough to make those insecurities go. You also end up falling asleep on the couch, still holding Eddie close to you.

A few hours later, you are awakened with dread, Eddie’s nails digging into your skin. You gasp, and when you are awake enough to understand what’s happening you lightly shake Eddie to try and waking up. It is not the first time that you witness Eddie having a nightmare. After a few shakes of his body, Eddie’s eyes open and you can see the fear in them. He holds onto you like he would hold onto dear life.

“I’m sorry…” he says, guiltily.

“I chose this cyclone with you Eddie. “I don’t mind.” You say holding him even closer to you.

Eddie gets up and goes out on your little balcony, he takes out of his pocket some chocolate bars and lights up a cigarette. While Eddie eats chocolate and smoke, the two of you talk about music, one of you both favorite topics.

--

A day later, Eddie decided to invite you at the restaurant for dinner. Things are going good between the two of you, but you can’t stop wondering if Eddie is going to screw this up with you. You are crazy, crazy in love with him.

“Eddie?” you ask while you are waiting for your food to arrive.

“Yeah Sweetheart?” Eddie asks.

“If you ever leave, it would kill me.” You randomly tell him.

“If I am totally honest with you, it is the same for me.” Eddie then takes your hand in his. In all his goofy fashion, take the ring on your middle finger off and put it on your ring finger, grinning.

“Eddie Munson?” you ask. “Are you proposing?” you say giggling and joking around to hide how your heart is hammering in your chest?

“Not yet.” Eddie tells you. “But I honestly think that as much as it scares me, us, it is meant to be.”

You smile, in this moment with Eddie, you feel seen. All you can do is nod in answer.

--

Two months later, Eddie found a job in Los Angeles. You were the first person he called when he got the job. Eddie is currently moving in with you and none of you could be happier. Of course, Eddie still has some insecurities, and his self-sabotaging habits die hard, but you are happy together. You both feel seen. You and Eddie were meant to be, you are sure of that and cannot wait to see what the future has planned for you. Here is the story of how, thanks to a typewriter, you and Eddie’s holiday fling became a serious relationship.

Taglist: @abellmunsonmovie

[myloveforhergoeson]

ash's march 2024 reading round up

find all the books and fics i read this month under the cut with a link to the synopsis and my reviews/ratings attached :)

this is just for fun! i'm not a professional, i just like to read <3

booklist!

The Mistake by Elle Kennedy (18+)

• review: good book, fun read! nothing extraordinary but entertaining nonetheless, but i did struggle because the two main characters share the names of a few of my best friends... weird. anyway, i'm such a sucker for a second-chance romance, as logan and grace have in this novel after they're on the path to a relationship, but logan can't seem to get over the girl his best friend is dating... after a summer apart, both of them return to college and find themselves getting mixed up in each others business, which allows for time to reevaluate and find out together just what went wrong! love seeing a man grovel after he makes a mistake lol. but, again, it was a fun read, nothing super special or groundbreaking and i think elle kennedy has some internalized misogyny she needs to work out which comes through a bit in her writing sometimes. i don't think women in romance novels should always be put through terrible situations to culminate in a moment of love-clarity, but that's just me. that scene told me more about logan's character than grace's, which was nice to see him stand up for her and her friend, but still. hurt to read a bit. i am also slightly worried for graces' future as a therapist. she has absolutely no empathy when logan was opening up about his struggles with his father's alcoholism - to her credit, he wasn't telling her everything, not that he needs to, but still... regardless, i thought these two were cute. even after he blew her off big time in the beginning, he worked to prove he made a mistake and actively worked to better himself. i thought graces' list of things he needed to do to win her over was adorable - i wish there was more time spent on seeing him complete these tasks! the ramona (grace's kind of best friend) side plot was interesting but i was very caught off guard with how it was resolved... but! still enjoyed this book nonetheless~

• tw: depictions and scenes around alcoholism in a side character, side character held at party against her will

• rating: 3/5 boxes of blonde hair dye it must've taken grace to dye her hair

2. Happy Place by Emily Henry (18+ish)

• review: oh my god oh my god oh my GOD!!!!!!!! no book i've ever read has had such an emotional grip on me. i must've cried like five separate times while reading this book - not because it's sad, but because i found myself identifying with so many of the themes (and also because i may or may not have been going through it at the time of reading). this is a beautifully written tale about two ex-fiances, wyn and harriet, reuniting five months after their break up to join their friends on their yearly vacation to their favorite place in the world - a beach house in maine! - without telling anyone they've broke up. now, they must play the part of the once-happy couple they were in order to keep the peace and not ruin everyone's vacation. seeing how family, friendship, growing up, moving apart, grief, and not listening to one's heart affected each character absolutely gutted me in ways i was not expecting at all. like i said, i identified with so many of these themes, and the way they're all interwoven throughout the book is so masterful it literally brought me to tears. and not like silent streaks, i was sobbing at some parts. i also really loved that the book was told between two time periods: the present or "real life" and the past or "happy/dark place" so we could see the full span of wyn and harrys relationship, the connections they made with their friends, and how important each and every character is to each other. the scenes of the past felt so nostalgic, like i was there with everyone as friendships, and subsequently relationships, developed. the scenes from the present were just as comforting, even with all their real-life struggles. oh, yeah, and it was a romance novel. dubs for the second chance romance this month! anyway this one absolutely wrecked me and i cannot recommend it enough; one of my favorite books of all time! i could literally talk about it forever, but i'll stop here for now!

• rating: 5/5 times i stained the pages w my tears <3

3. Do Your Worst by Rosie Danan (18+)

• ok. lots to say about this one too but for different reasons lol. overall, i love the concept of this book. an archaeologist (clark) attempting to hit his big break after a rough patch, a curse breaker (riley) hired at the same site because the castle they're excavating has not let anyone discover much about it for hundreds of years, scottish folklore, romance... on paper this is a perfect book for someone like me, who loves both archaeology and the supernatural. however. i do not think that the concept of enemies to lovers really works in modern settings. i really think i've only enjoyed that trope in fantasy settings, but that's just me. like, you're telling me she straight up threatens him with a knife in the first 30 pages and he didn't immediately call the cops on her? he tries to humiliate her not even two chapters later? she breaks into his camper a chapter later? like yall... this isn't even enemies to lovers these guys just straight up hate each other. besides that, i thought the concept was fun. the curse placed upon the castle hundreds of years ago was on a romeo-and-juliet type couple and ended up affecting clark and riley in the same way, hence the enemies to lovers aspect. i thought the castle pushing them to be together to make up for what happened in the past was really cute! that being said the book specifically called out the enemies to lovers trope by name like eight separate times. it made me want to scream! we know that's whats going on, no need to repeat it! and i love a good modern reference, but im not sure four separate criminal minds shout outs were necessary. i love matthew gray gubler too but i do not need that to be randomly thrown in for no apparent reason. the book was really slow to start, i don't think i was really interested until about halfway through. also, i'll say it. some people really aren't meant to be together and i think those people are riley and clark. physical chemistry does not equal emotional chemistry and his confession really just came out of nowhere - i was so jarred. overall, weak characters, okay cringe millennial writing, and very interesting, detailed, and well thought out plot. there were some really great parts that made me blush or laugh out loud!

• 2.5/5 times clark made a comment no self respecting archaeologist would ever make...

fic list!

learning to love by autisticbarbie (3k)

• fandom: big time rush (tv)

• pairing: james diamond/original male character

• yall... such a cute one shot. literally had me giggling and kicking my feet and shit while reading. very well written too; i was so invested!!

this was the only fic i finished this month because i typically go for longer stories! (sorry to the two Inuyasha one shots i read and forgot to bookmark...)

but, i just started an incredibly long dr who/ofc fic called lost in time by whovianeverlark17 on wattpad and, as always, i'm reading icegirl2772's james diamond/ofc story take a shot in the dark on ao3! i'm not at the point where i've read enough of the first to recommend, but if you're a fan of btrtv fics take a shot in the dark is definitely for you!!!!!!! i love you oc fics i love you!

[tending-the-hearth]

So sorry for the absolute spam of your narnia analyses. If there’s anything else you would like to say on the subject I would be more than happy to read it ☺️

you're fine, lovey!!! i'm honestly super proud of my narnia analyses posts, because they take me quite a while to put together, so i always appreciate people spamming them!!!

god i have a lot of thoughts about how Lucy and Edmund's domains are quite possibly the most important domains out of the four siblings.

like Edmund's woods should be obvious, right?

That was their first environment that they experienced in Narnia, it's where the lamppost is. it's where Lucy reunited with Aslan during "Prince Caspian", it's where the How was tucked away, and being outside is the entire catalyst for all four of the Pevensies coming into Narnia (they were playing outside when the cricket ball got hit into the house and broke the window).

but then you have Lucy's water, her sea.

In their world, the Pevensies live in the city. it's very likely that they weren't able to go to any oceans or beaches much before the war began, and even in the following movies + books, given where they're living, i can't imagine they're having beach vacations very often.

Cair Paravel, their home for so long, is sitting right up against Lucy's sea. It's where Aslan disappears to. The water is where Peter faces his fears against Maugrim and his seconds in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe", it's where they meet Trumpkin in "Prince Caspian", it's where Lucy faces her own darkness during "Dawn Treader".

During "Prince Caspian", when they return to Narnia, Lucy is the first to react. They're right beside her domain, her sea, so of course she's the first one to egg her siblings into the water. The water is what defeats the Telmarine army, despite their disbelief.

"Dawn Treader", Lucy and Edmund's final journey in Narnia, takes place entirely on Lucy's sea. The water constantly guides Lucy, the naiads clearly have a close relationship with her if they are trying to warn her, and Aslan's country is literally located behind a wave.

Then you have Lucy and Edmund themselves, and their connections to the two domains.

We see how much Lucy loves the woods, how deeply she's connected to the trees, just as much as Edmund is connected to his woods.

And we see how at home Edmund is on the water, how it's easy for him to maneuver the ship's rigging during that final battle, how easy it is for him to fight on a moving ship.

i just have a lot of emotions and thoughts about Lucy and Edmund being so deeply connected to each other's domains, to the point where newcomers to Narnia never truly know which domain belongs to which younger sibling

also there's something to be said about water representing rebirth, and while i usually try not to get into Christian symbolism during my analysis posts for Narnia, water is used in baptism to purify and adopt newcomers into the faith, and so Lucy being the sibling with the most faith in Aslan vs. Edmund being the one with the least faith until he reconciles with Lucy and their final adventure completely involving water that also ends up changing Eustace and strengthening his own belief in Aslan and in Narnia.

[sorcerous-caress]

Just a lil check in to say hi and see how you’re doing. So how are you doing? I hope you’re doing well! Are you itching to write anything in particular lately?

-ex lurker

I'm doing alright, I'm learning how to manage myself and emotions better.

I have been more leaning towards sfw works recently, I still like smut as the next guy, but there are so many other ideas I want to explore first.

Angst, fluff, drama, character studies especially. I want to show more attention to Laezel, Minthara and Karlach. I feel like I've been focusing on Gale, Shadowheart and Astarion too much recently.

Oh but also dragons, and alternative universes! I've been storming a couple prince Wyll ideas but haven't came up with anything yet.

Thank you for checking in anon, I saw your message too and it made me feel better. How are you doing? I hope you're doing well and all, i hope you're staying safe and healthy.

Real Life events and vent below.

I've been preparing for my niece's birthday, i got he the most beautiful cinderella dress I could afford. Which isn't much but It's something that I hope she likes. Also I never realised how hard it is to get your hands on bts merch until 5 of my nieces suddenly became hard-core fans of them.

My dude it is a major struggle, each time I want to order something then look away for a second, it's suddenly sold out.

But it's eating me up, how my niece gets a safe and happy birthday while newborn children are being taken off life support and forced out of hospitals in Gaza. That video of the kids playiny and sliding on the gaint hole in the street previously made a rocket. I don't think I have the right to call myself human anymore, it's beyond horrific what's been happening to them.

Funny thing is, I have always known about the Palestine conflict, we literally read about it in our history books in schools. I remember being in middle school and going home to ask my parents about it, i remember the teachers tearing up when bringing it up. I remember the clear discussions of the horrors happening right now there.

And all of that was softened up and watered down as much as possible for a kid to comprehend. Much like I had to learn about the major world wars, the Palestine history and the many many treaties that were broken by their colonisers took a whole chapter or more out of the school book.

I can't even begin to describe how important and how aware the middle east is of Palestine even before the current genocide intensified. It's straight up embarrassing and shameful how little the current middle east cares or sends aids for Palestine. After all that history, after all those talks and promises.

The rich ones are pandering to the west for a speck of dust of acceptance, ereasing their own culture just to become nothing more than a vacation spot for foreigners.

If you're wondering why the Palestine people have no-where safe to go to, is because all their arab neighbouring countries closed off their borders to them. So they can deep throat the coloniser's dick more I assume.

As much as my own country is corrupted and fucked up, the one right thing we did is that we never recognised Palestine's colonisers as an actual country and never will.

I learned english as a kid on my own to be able to read uncensored books, Agatha Christie ones. The arabic translations clearly had a lot of plot holes and cut content and it frustrated kid me endlessly.

But I didnt realise it would come at the cost of my own culture. I feel like It made me no better than the arabs who suck up to westerns and put english on a pedestal. The same goes for the rest of my generations, we are all young adults and we couldn't have been more disconnected from our roots.

That's why the westernisation of the middle east was barely met with any resistance from us, the young adults who were supposed to be the front line of defence against corrupt governments. The second I saw them fully celebrating Christmas and using fake snow to pander to the west is the second I realised just how doomed we are. They don't even actually celebrate anything, they're playing dress up with someone else's religion and history.

We have our own celebrations, even our own calander with our own new year yet it's forgotten just for us to act out what we saw in Hollywood and Disney movies.

Our own princess, fairytales and folklore. Yet I still bought that Cindrella dress for my niece.

To add insult to injury, the closet thing to a traditional arab princess dress in that store was akin to a caricature of a bellydancer dress.

I'm not better than them. Indirectly or not, all of our combined actions had a hand in dooming Palestine, in dooming our brothers and sisters.

And Christmas will come, and the same arab countries who didn't allow women the legal right to drive a car until 2017-2018, would celebrate it alongside the world. Pretending it's one of them, pretending it's not like its "terrorist" sister countries so please please pick me up foreigners!!

[mossy-thing]

15 Questions for 15 followers

Thank you @tathrin for tagging me! I know that it has been literal months, but I forgot I had screenshotted the questions and couldn't find them on your blog. Oops. Anyway!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Indeed I am! Alexander the Great, to be precise! Why would my mum name her child after a colonising murderer? I kept kicking her. Like, in uterus. I was a very agressive fetus. And also a very agressive baby, I just kept. Biting her. Like I was angry she gave me life. (Which on second thought, considering the people I've had to deal with so far... understandable, little me.)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Tonight! I had a recurring nigtmare of a zombie chasing me. I escaped, the thing that made it a nightmare was that I had locked it in with my family. And when I woke up, I was convinced I had killed them.

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I hopefully never will! Fun fact about 8 year old me, when a teacher told us that every girl would find a boy to settle down and have kids with one day in sex ed, I very confidently announced that I would never start a family because it would hold me back in my career. This is like one of those moments I should have realised I'm aroace, lol.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Kind of. The issue is that people often think I'm serious.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

When I see them, what they look like. When I talk to them on the phone, it's their voice. Is there another option?

6. What's your eyecolour?

Green.

7. Scary movies or good endings?

Both, as long as I get to analyze the living hell out of them. (Example: when watching The Menu for the first time, I kept bothering my mum like: Look, she said she doesn't want an intellectually callenging dinner and he literally crushes meatballs that look like brains for her cheeseburger! Mum look! Mum isn't this amazing??) I also really love tortured characters, so scary movies or stuff with a lot of angst potential is what I usually gravitate towards, but I really like some happy movies too.

8. Any special talents?

First and foremost, I don't really believe in talents, and get irrationally angry when people tell me I must have a natural gift or something because to me, that implies I didn't work my ass off for years to get to a good point but that Fortuna just emptied a bucket of goods over my head as soon as I entered this world kicking, screaming and biting everyone. The only thing that I would count as a talent (in a very loose meaning of the word) is that I started reading whole books about 3 months after getting to school. I think that's hyperlexia? Might be wrong, I never really researched it.

9. Where were you born?

Not in switzerland, despite my elementary school certificate saying so.

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, drawing, playing the lyre, at the moment everything Tolkien, though that can change in like a day to something completely different.

11. Do you have any pets?

I do!! She is a cat, her name is Indira, she is very cuddly and sounds permanently pissed, to the point that a friend who was watching her while we were on vacation sent us a very concerned message because she had actually meowed like a normal cat for once. She hates other animals of all kinds, had to be kept in a seperate room in the shelter we picked her up from, was born on the same day as me (though two years later) and has a habit of sitting in a spot in the garden where she can be seen by the dogs on both sides of the fence and meowing very provocatively. The people in the shelter actually wanted to name her Diva because she is such a little bitch, but they decided on Indira since they thought people wouldn't take her in if her name was Diva. I love her very much.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I was forced to play batminton in 7th grade because of a stupid rule that said that all band kids had to do a sport thing too. I hated every second of it.

13. How tall are you?

1,63m. At my birth, people calcualted that I would never get over 1,45, and I was the shortest kid in everything until I was 16, when I grew 20 centimeters at once without warning. I very much enjoy telling people I am taller than them.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Art and English.

15. Dream job?

A published author. I am actually working on a trilogy right now! It might take a while until I actually get it done though. Does anyone know how cold it has to be that your fingers have to be amputated? Google is failing me.

Tagging (only if you want, also yay I have nearly enough followers to actually do this now!) @strawberriesinmoominvalley @dirtmuse @babybat98 @eight-ball-juice @liamwinters @harmoniousworld @hyperlexia-1 @daeron-the-flautist @mistergandalf @the-sewerrats @slowdeathhymn @suuzzzzzzannnnn otherwise this is an open tag.

[ifseenoendinis]

“One day I had a reading experience that greatly disturbed me and still does to this day. I must have been coming back from vacation, either from Italy or from the Côte d'Azur , I can’t remember at all. What I know is that I had to take a train that was leaving very early in the morning and would arrive in Paris at night. I had very little luggage, mainly consisting of a canvas bag and a book. The book was enormous, it was one of a pair in the Pléaide collection. One thing is certain, which is that I had not yet read this book, that I was supposed to read it on vacation, that I hadn’t done so and that now I had to read it very quickly, as quickly as possible, without delay. Because, for one, I had promised both to read it and to return it on a specific date that must have been the day after I returned from vacation, and, for another, if my promise was not kept, no other book would be lent me from then on. I don’t have any idea why my book lender was so strict, but even if it wasn’t true, I absolutely believed it, I believed that I had to do it or else I would have no more books to read. I didn’t have the money to buy them and I didn’t dare steal them. The stakes were enormous. 

"The train left. Immediately I began to read the first line of the tragic book. I continued. I must not have eaten during the journey, and when the train arrived at the Gare de Lyon it was late at night. The train had probably been delayed, daylight was already gone. I had read eight hundred pages of War and Peace in a day: half of the book. The memory of that journey took a long time to fade. For a while it felt like a betrayal of the act of reading. Thinking about it again today, it still disturbs me. Something had been sacrificed in my rapid reading of the book, perhaps another kind of reading, something as serious as another kind of reading. I clung to a reading of the story told in the book at the expense of a deep and white reading without any narration, a reading of the pure writing of Tolstoy. It’s as if I had realized that day and forever after that a book was contained between two layers superimposed with writing, the legible layer that I had read that day as I traveled and the other, inaccessible. That layer, completely unreadable, we can only get an inkling of its existence when we’re distracted from a literal reading, the way we glimpse childhood through a child. It would take forever to explain it and it wouldn’t be worth the effort. 

"But I never forgot War and Peace. The second half of the book, did I ever read it? I don’t think so. But it didn’t matter. I returned the book and they lent me others. What still lingers from that day is the image of a train crossing over a plain, the great central flow of pain of the dying and defeated Prince, his own agony through the agony of all of Europe. And the memory, not so much of Tolstoy as of my betrayal of his entire being, which in fact I never really knew or liked.”

—Marguerite Duras, from "Reading on the Train"

[etiennebrule]

Nanowrimo day 6

Haha I wrote like TEN words today but they were on my cellphone so I haven’t put it in the tracker yet. It was one sentence. It is difficult to form a new habit while I am 1) around people literally 24/7 and 2) SO BUSY on vacation. Though I have a secret….I have snuck off twice to go running but that’s a habit I’ve had for 3 years and even that I probably would not continue on vacation if I didn’t have a race in 2 weeks.

I Hope some day writing will also be that hobby for me, something I genuinely and comfortably and easily make time for in my day and doesn’t feel like a huge struggle. I think I will definitely get there. A vacation is not the most ideal place to be starting a new habit; things are changing and plans are largely out of my control and my presence is expected around my friends most hours of the day.

I have been getting a lot of reading done tho. Cause you can do that at the beach. Maybe I need to figure out how to write at the beach 😅

Tomorrow’s min goal is 40 words (literally, find space to write a single paragraph. I can do that. I can do that on my phone). Stretch goal is still 500.

Sidenote I’ve started a questionably high number of sentences on this trip with “oh in this book I read…” and then told my friends a story about something f that happened in The Terror

Second sidenote - I wish my blog posts counted as words, but if we counted journalling/blogging/introspection for nano it would be way too easy….I want to get better at writing fiction specifically, not just writing in general. But we’re gonna do it!

[echotoyou]

KELLYYYYYYYYY

😍🥰🥹🤪😂🤯😎🤩🥳😱😮��💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🥵😈🥰🥰🥰🥰

^this was my experience. full stop nothing more to see below definitely not more to see below 😇

OKAY BUT HOLY SHIT HOLY MOLY KELLY THIS WAS ONE HECK OF A SEQUEL I'M DYING I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR AT LEAST 2.5 BUSINESS YEARS WHO WHAT HOW WHEN I LOVE SIOJANICHDUCNVBFEULNAJSDHBOFUBOAHBHE

firstly: what the fuck secondly: holy motherfucking shit thirdly: my brain has become beautiful, fluffy, smutty, bantery mush and I am on my hands and knees thanking you profusely for it WOW

I ADORE these characters 🥹🥹🥹 reading Swiss Miss and finding out you were considering writing more really did make me so excited. I'm so in awe of how you took SUCH an amazing story and you said lemme give them ✨depth✨ and ✨backstories✨ and SEVENTEEN THOUSAND WORDS OF MORE (for which I am grateful I love you eternally 🙇🙇🙇)

pieces of Greece (affectionately pog?? PoG?? perhaps?? 😂😂) drew me in from the first line and I COULD. NOT. STOP. READING. -- I loved the sketch of how their relationship had developed in the months between the winter vacation and the summer vacation (not to mention holy moly the casually dropped spice 😮‍💨🥵). the flow between parts was absolutely seamless and I can't wait to revisit the whole world again on my next reread (we both know it's happening I just can't help myself 🥰🥰).

then the AIRPORT AND AIRPLANE!??!! it is so obvious how in love mc and joon are with each other (and spoiler for later but that loving jin too is BONUS?? not a hardship?? not a complicated this not that?? just an obvious yes he fits??? my heart was SWOONING while they were figuring it all out AHHH) and joon getting possessive in the airport made me SQUIRM WOW. their banter is ONLY one upped by mc and seokjin's banter (but joon and jin's banter is ALSO so good??) idk if I can pick a best banter pairing (OH WAIT I DON'T HAVE TO HEHEEHEHEHEHEHEH 😈😈😈)

that airplane bathroom scene iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 🙈🙇

THE JIN SURPRISE WAS SO CUTEEEEEE I love how you use characters trailing off or words getting cut short to show emotions -- it feels so real and so human?? because of COURSE mc would yeet herself into his arms before figuring out how it all had happened 🥰🥰

A BRIEF PAUSE FOR THE BANTER, THIS IS PURE ARTISTRY:

“Shut up, you’re hideous.”  “Tell that to Vogue.”  “Will do. I’ll write a book about it.”  “Oh, can I have the first copy?” “Of course. I’ll sign it and everything.”  “Oh my god, what an honor.” “I’ve missed you, Seokjin.” “I’ve missed you too, y/n.”

the joon and jin tension from the GET GO 🥹🥹 I remember us having LONG CONVERSATIONS about what if what if what if and you DID IT holy moly kelly. you said hmm how do we do this and it is so lovely and sweet and joon's (I must let you know that autocorrect just tried to correct that to john I'm gonna go throw up for a second that is AWFUL lololol brb ok I'm back) relationship with jin is so different from his with mc in such a sweet way. I love how they figure out throughout the fic what they mean to each other and neither tries to push it (some gentle nudging from mc was DEFINITELY helpful haha but they still had to decide it was worth it and both choose it 🥹) that moment with the wine of joon and jin in the kitchen literally had me kicking my feet. they are so CUTE

ALSO BACK TO THE FAWNING ABOUT BACKSTORIES KELLY I LOVED how joon and mc fell in love because they both love art (something something they both fell in love with seokjin because the man IS art 😈)

also just joon being an ABSOLUTE devil after their first dinner (his little smiles made me smirk so much what a puppeteer 😩😩😩)

not gonna lie princess is an AMAZING pet name iiiiiiiiii no comment

there is something utterly beautiful with the way you write smut. I don't know how you do it but it is EXCELLENT without fail. I think there's a level of comfort that you inject into it? it is always a) absolutely mind wrecking and 2) sweet?? comforting?? caring?? everyone leaves happy and fulfilled?? cared for?? it's so special 🥰

ALSO THE STORY OF THEM BEING IN GREECE KELLY I WANT TO GO ON THIS TRIP I WANT A TWO WEEK SOJOURN THROUGH GREECE TO MUSEUMS AND DINNERS AND OUTDOOR PARTIES AND VILLAS AND BEACHES AND MAMMA MIA TOURIST MOMENTS KJDNIHJNSBWHAIJK can we go when I win the lottery please please please please

also holy shit that ice play what the FUCK that was iakdnahbfoainejrbfo my brain stopped for a FULL MINUTE and I literally gasped out loud you magical DEVIL I adore you have I said that yet idk if I've said that yet AH the teasing the descriptions the everything

THIS MADE ME SNORT I WAS READING THIS IN PUBLIC AND I SNORTED OUT LOUD HEHEHE

"you could write poems and songs about how good his cock feels filling and stretching you out with every thrust."

special shoutout for the insertion WITH THE ICE CUBE TOO 🤯🤯🤯

thank you kindly for the vivid description of the shirtless photo of jin iiiiii glorious absolutely glorious

"Except for with you, where he can be himself; laughing, dancing badly, making really terrible dad jokes, and just being your Namjoon." 🥰😩🥹😭🥰

AND THEN

THE MOMENT

THE SCENE

THE EVERYTHING

THAT KISS

THE CONVERSATIONNNNNN EEEEEEEEE

they did it 🥹🥹 they DID IT 🥹🥹 THEY DID IT THEY DID IT THEY DID ITTTTTTTTT they ACTUALLY DID IT KELLYYYYYYYYYYY they're in love they're all in LOVE akfnaubfohiraeno

mic drop I love them I adore them I am so excited FOR THEM

OKAY BUT NOT MC BEING THE CUTEST GIRLFRIEND IN THE WORLD AND MAKING SURE ALL OF NAMJOON'S FRIENDS WERE TOGETHER AND THEM WALKING IN ON THEM ALL IN BED NFJKNDHAHAHAHAHHAHHAH

jimin and Yoongi are PRECIOUS babies I love them I love that jimin and mc are banned from the kitchen and Namjoon is banned from all activities 😂😂😂 this was the sweetest way to end this INCREDIBLE work of art I am over the moon and love you to pieces (of Greece perhaps 😉😂)

I love your characters, I love your writing, I love your brain and KELLY. KELLY, I LOVE YOU. I don't know what I did to deserve meeting you and having you become such an important part of my life but I am grateful and oh so pleased that I am able to love you as much as I do. 💜💜💜💜💜

also bonus gifs bc these two are SO CUTE I love them eeek!!!

(^^I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE THIS IS SO CUTE and what I imagine he did when they went swimming at one point 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂)

Pieces of Greece | KNJ & KSJ

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon x reader Genre: smut, a little fluff, a whole lot of bickering AU: established relationship, fwb to lovers Wordcount: 17,100 on the dot Summary: After the events during Christmas in the Swiss mountains, your boyfriend Namjoon wants to go to Greece for his birthday. And, of course, another surprise in the form of Kim Seokjin. Warnings: There's. So. Much. Smut. Plane sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Namjoon loves to watch but this time he gets to participate. ice play, threesomes the entire time. DVP fun time, creampie, oral in every which way, unprotected sex, it goes on. mxm moments that make my heart happy. IT'S SMUT WITH SOME PLOT OKAY. Rating: M / 18+ AN: Sooooooooooooooo....Many many many many months ago, someone asked if there'd ever be a sequel. i joked there would be a summer vacation. then summer happened and nothing was written. Then I met my favorite @echotoyou and well, they said they loved Swiss Miss and I mentioned the thought of a sequel and they got excited and then Namjoon's birthday was coming up and i thought fuck it and THEY ASKED FOR MOST OF THE SMUT IN THIS OKAY. so this is for my baby starcandy. i love you so much, i hope you enjoy. Thank you to my lovely @theharrowing for beta-reading and @classicscreations for the banner/divider. Also tagging @simp47koreancrackheads for reasons. Enjoy!!! 💜Masterlist | AskBox | AO3

When Namjoon brought up the idea of an end of summer vacation for his birthday, you were hesitant at first. Last time you let him plan a vacation, he dragged you to the Swiss mountains and it was miserable. 

Well…not all of it was miserable. 

Seokjin being your Christmas present made up for the freezing mountain getaway. 

It’s been almost nine months since then. Seokjin’s been away filming and being a gorgeous model, but you both still kept in contact. The three of you agreed it’d be okay to send photos of you in lingerie sets, Namjoon taking it a step further to send videos of you riding his cock, begging to come. Seokjin would send videos back, specifically to you, of his hand stroking his cock until he was a moaning mess, coming all over himself. 

The two of you met up with him a few times since Christmas. Once in February, once in April, and the last time being very briefly in July when Namjoon watched on as Seokjin fucked you so ridiculously that you squirted all over the hotel bed while he erupted inside of you. 

As far as you were concerned, your relationship with Namjoon was technically still monogamous. At least, until Seokjin became involved and suddenly he was the added friend with benefits for you. Namjoon and Seokjin never got involved with one another; your boyfriend only ever watching on as his best friend fucked you sensless, and fucking you right after so your last orgasm was from the man you loved.

You understood Namjoon loved to watch. Every time you’d look over at him slowly rubbing his hard cock, either with his hand coated in your arousal or with your underwear, his eyes would be watching the faces you’d make in pleasure or the way Seokjin’s cock pounded into you. But there was always a moment where it felt like he wanted to be involved. You’ve tried to ask, but could never find a way to bring it up. 

So you agreed to the trip, hoping you’d get the chance to ask at some point. 

“Joon, what’d the attendant say?” Your boyfriend makes his way back to where you’re sitting in the terminal, wearing a long summer dress with thin straps. Your flight’s been delayed an hour at this point, and you’re feeling just a tad bit suffocated in this airport that conveniently has the air conditioning down for maintenance. 

“Good news and bad news.” He sighs, plopping down in the seat next to you, “which do you want first?”

“Always start with the bad.”

“Bad news is it’s another ‘forty-five minutes at least’ until we can board.” He pauses for your groan of frustration, fanning yourself with the book cover of some nonsense romance book you found in the gift shop. 

“And the good?”

“The good,” he smiles, handing you the boarding passes, “there aren’t a lot of people on our flight anyway, and the girl thought I was cute so we got upgraded to first class for free.”

Your eyes barely glance at the passes with the upgraded seat locations on them, instead finding their way to the female attendant that had her eyes on your boyfriend. Namjoon might not mind sharing you with another man, but you can’t say the same about you sharing Namjoon with another woman. 

“Y/n. Don’t give her that look.” 

“I’m not giving her a look.”

“Yes you are. You’re giving her that look at my man one more time and I’ll end your happiness look.”

“No I’m no— wait. I have a look like that?” You look at Namjoon with wide eyes, a grin slowly creeping across your face. “That’s so cool. Is it easily readable? Do I have others?” 

The girl is long forgotten about as you see Namjoon’s beautiful dimples appear with his smile as he leans closer to whisper in your ear. 

“Yeah. You make some other ones. Like when you’re about to come all over me. When I’ve fucked you so hard that you’re about to black out. The face you make when you realize you’ve taken every inch of me is my favorite, though.”

Your face flushes in heat as you sit completely still, eyes staring straight ahead. You hear him chuckle next to you before kissing your temple, leaning back in his seat with an arm resting against the back of yours. The goosebumps on your skin and the back of your neck raise with every pass his fingers make across your shoulder and back. You know it’s for comfort, but it feels like the best kind of torture. 

Shockingly, the wait time is far less than forty-five minutes before you’re one of the first groups to board, letting Namjoon hand over the boarding passes to the attendant. She gives him a big smile and flirty eyes and you have to fight yourself to not give her whatever look Namjoon was talking about. You’re about to spend ten hours on a plane, two weeks in Greece, and potentially the rest of your life with this man. She will be left behind at this terminal; she is no threat. 

If anything, she’s a gift to this world. The first class seats are amazing in comparison to the main cabin seats Namjoon originally booked. You immediately claim the cubby-like seat next to the window, Namjoon sitting in the cubicle parallel to yours. The flight attendant left you both pillows, blankets, a bottle of what deemed fancy water and snacks already laid out for each of you. 

“Is this what Jin experiences with being famous? Because if so, one of us needs to get on it, stat, Joon. Probably you. Make an onlyfans.” You giggle when he ignores you, his face taking a turn at going flush with heat. 

You don’t tease further, getting comfortable in your little bed for the next ten hours. You poke the buttons to make the bed come out from under your feet before returning it to a sitting position and pulling the partition down between you and your boyfriend’s seats. 

“Hi.” You smile at him while he sorts out both of your bags, pulling out your phone charger and handing it to you. “Thank you, Joonie.” You lean across the divider to give him a kiss, laughing when you try to pull back, only to have a giant hand cradle the back of your neck, tugging you back against his lips. 

“I love you, baby.” He whispers, finally pulling away when the surge of other passengers begin to board the plane. You quickly say it back, full love-sick grin on display for him. 

God, you really do love him. 

Halfway through the flight, you’re being nudged awake, pulled from an amazing dream or memory - you can’t tell anymore - of you and Namjoon. Your headphones are slowly pulled off your head as you groggily turn over to find Namjoon leaning through the divider with a smirk. 

“What?” You grumble, wiping your eyes. 

“You were moaning my name.”

“What?” You were moaning in your dream, but surely not in real life? On a plane? 

“Bathroom in five minutes.” Is all he says before sliding the divider back up. All you hear is quiet rustling until you see his top half making its way to the first class bathrooms. 

He can’t be serious. 

He can’t. 

While you love the control Namjoon has over you, and you both share an openness to exploring new kinks and sexual experiences, this wasn’t on either of your lists. 

You watch the time on your phone move slowly, one minute down. 

You shouldn’t do this.

Two minutes down. 

You’ll get caught. 

Three minutes. 

You’ll be banned from flying. And how will you get back home if so? A ship of some sort? 

Four. 

But he’s waiting for you. Possibly hard and you’re soaked from your dream. 

Five. 

You tuck your phone under your pillow, slowly crawling out of your cubicle and tiptoeing your way to the front. Luckily first class only has about eight seats and everyone seems to be sound asleep as you reach the bathroom door, giving one small secret knock. The door unlocks and you creep it open, sneaking your way in. 

“Holy fuck, it’s huge.” You whisper, eyes scanning the bigger than normal airplane bathroom. There’s enough space to have a moderately small sized counter and an actual sink. And enough space for your boyfriend to stand up tall without banging his head on the ceiling. 

“I feel like I should make a joke there, but we have limited time. Turn and bend. Now.” He quietly growls. It’s only then you notice his hardened length in his hand, slowly being pumped as he waits for you to follow instructions. 

“Sir, yes sir.” You quip, ignoring his glare as you turn around and brace yourself against the counter. He parts your legs with his feet, a hand grabbing your waist when you momentarily lose balance. 

“Remember. Not a sound, okay?” He whispers against your ear, tongue tracing down your neck. You quickly nod, skin shivering as he pulls the hem of your dress up, bringing the fabric to the front and giving it to you to hold against your stomach. Your underwear is dropped past your knees and you quickly step one foot out so you can freely move. 

He wastes no time smacking your ass once, grabbing at the meaty flesh right after. You fight back the yelp, covering your mouth as you watch his intense gaze through the mirror. His eyes are glued to your ass while he massages it, watching in awe as your arousal pools at your entrance. 

“Fuck, I love how ready you are for me all the time, baby.” He groans, lining your hips up with his, gliding his cock along your folds. You bite the inside of your cheek to not make a noise. 

“Stop that.” The hand on your hip slides up and around to your neck, pulling you up to his chest. “Don’t bite the inside of your cheek, it’ll get infected.”

“Then don’t tease me.” You rasp, voice straining when his grip tightens around your neck. 

“If you insist.” He gives one bite to your neck before letting you go and bending you forward again. He gives no warning as he realigns himself, pushing past your entrance in one go. 

You let out a silent scream, covering your mouth again with your free hand as you practically hug the sink. There’s no hesitation when he starts pounding into you, both of you a mess of silent moans. 

“Come back up here.” He groans, pulling you back up by your arms. “I think it’s me that has to be careful about sounds, baby. How are you always so fucking tight?”

“Feels so good.” You gasp, fighting the moan building in your throat when he kisses your neck.

He’s about to respond when there’s a small amount of turbulence, causing him to thrust even deeper into you. One of your hands flies to your mouth, followed quickly by him biting your neck. 

Namjoon removes your hand from your mouth, placing his there instead, snaking his fingers past your lips and making you suck. “Get yourself off on my cock, baby. We don’t have time.” You whine, your fingers quickly finding your clit and rubbing. 

Another little bout of turbulence and his cock being buried even deeper inside of you makes you fight against the urge to scream around his fingers, walls clenching as you come around his cock. He comes seconds later, deep inside, holding you close while his lips leave feather kisses across your skin. 

You’re both silent after, his cock remaining tucked deep within your walls as his hands rub up and down your sides realizing you have another five hours before landing. The kiss he places on your shoulder tells you he’s having the same thought. 

“Need help?” He asks in a hushed whisper. You shake your head, letting him pull out. It’s almost awkward having to move around one another to clean up, but Namjoon makes sure to give you his dimpled smile and a quick kiss every passing until he’s ready to go back, leaving you to finish up in peace. 

The rest of the flight was normal. Half the time you were asleep, the other half playing phone games with Namjoon or listening to music or watching a movie while he was reading. 

When you landed, Namjoon was quick to grab your carry on and usher you off the plane, almost running to baggage claim. 

“Jooooooon, our bags aren’t going to magically appear the second we get to baggage claim. They have to unload the plane first.”

“I know, I know. But…I have a surprise for you.” Namjoon grins, pulling you past baggage claim to where people are waiting for their loved ones to emerge.

And that’s when you swear your heart stops for a moment.

Kim Seokjin.

In Greece.

“Jin?!” You accidentally shout. In hindsight, you’ll understand why Namjoon grabbed your bags and didn’t let you carry anything. You would’ve dropped it all or thrown it across the building as you ran up to your friend and jumped into his awaiting embrace.

“Oh my god, you’re here?! Why are you here?” you start rambling off nonsense, speaking into his neck as he hugs you, holding you in the air with his arms holding just below your ass. “How have you been? How was the movi–”

“Princess, slow down!” He laughs, finally placing you back on your feet. Your hands rest on his forearms, his on your elbows as you finally look at him.

He’s still beautiful. His hair is still the same, if not a little bit longer. You told him he was in his long fluffy era while he’s taking a break from filming last time you saw him. It was fun tugging on it when his mouth was exploring your body. His eyes are a mixture of exhaustion, happiness, and a hint of mischief. He somehow looks bigger, like he’s been working out a lot more. It’s only been two months since you’ve seen him, but it feels like a lot longer. There’s a small ache in your heart when you look up at him, and you’re not even sure when you started crying until his hands cradle your face, thumbs wiping away your tears.

“Why is my beautiful princess crying, hmm? Can’t stand my beauty?” 

You scoff out a sob, lightly smacking him. The ache in your heart turns into a searing jolt at my beautiful princess. 

“Shut up, you’re hideous.” 

“Tell that to Vogue.” 

“Will do. I’ll write a book about it.” 

“Oh, can I have the first copy?”

“Of course. I’ll sign it and everything.” 

“Oh my god, what an honor.”

“I’ve missed you, Seokjin.”

“I’ve missed you too, y/n.”

He pulls you into another hug, tightening his arms around you when you let out a soft squeak.

“Okay, you two, let’s get this vacation underway.” Your boyfriend’s voice drags you out of the hug you’ve missed so much, stepping away from Seokjin to let the two men hug and greet one another while you mind the bags Namjoon must’ve grabbed while you were busy. 

“You’re not gonna run into my arms? Only her?” Seokjin playfully pouts at your boyfriend, who rolls his eyes in response, grabbing your hand in his.

“Nah, that’s her thing.” 

“What’s your thing then?” you ask, tilting your head to the side with a smirk.

“Later.” 

He doesn’t look at you, so you turn to look at Seokjin instead, who has an eyebrow raised at you. You shrug in response, giving him a look that says I’m just as confused and walk out with your boyfriend and best friend. 

“So, welcome to Athens.” Seokjin starts and he and Namjoon load the bags into the back of the small car, “I’ll be your driver today and the rest of the time we’re here until we get to–”

“Don’t say it, hyung.” Namjoon quickly interjects as you get in the passenger seat.

“Don’t say what?” You turn to look at your boyfriend sitting behind the driver’s seat. 

“You haven’t told her any of the plans?” Seokjin looks in the rear view mirror in astonishment. 

“Nope. And it stays that way.”

“Boo.”

“Lame.”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Joon, it’s your birthday. Why am I the one being surprised?”

He doesn’t say anything more, giving Seokjin a knowing smile that frustrates you when he raises his eyebrows and grins in response. 

You pout, “I hate you both.”

“Lying is bad for your health, princess.” 

Your annoyance with the two men in the car is quickly forgotten about when Seokjin starts driving through Athens. Everything is gorgeous. You get a little giddy, driving through streets you refuse to admit to going through on Google maps, or seeing structures you’ve seen in video games. 

“Princess, look out my window.” Seokjin’s hand lightly grabs at your thigh to get your attention, making you swivel around to look out his window where you can just make out a building you know you’ve climbed in an Assassin’s Creed game. 

“Is that the Parthenon?!” The question is rhetoric, but your excitement is overflowing. “Holy shit, we’re actually in Greece! Can we go see the Olympic park? The observatory? Oh! Joon there’s some really cool art museums there, too! Can we go there?”

“Baby, breathe.” Your boyfriend laughs, Seokjin snickering beside you, his hand still on your thigh, “we’ll go tomorrow first thing. Today we just need to get to the hotel and get dinner.” 

“How are we going to do all this in two weeks? Greece is huge.” You plop back in your seat, huffing in response. 

It’s only now you notice Seokjin’s hand on your thigh, following the limb up to its owner who has his eyes switching from the road to the gps, slightly confused expression on his face in concentration. You turn your head to look at Namjoon, whose eyes are on the hand on your thigh, a soft smile he tries to hide when he realizes you’re looking. 

It’s confusing. It should be Namjoon’s hand there, and yet it still feels right. You love Namjoon. Absolutely head over heels in love with him. 

But in comes Seokjin. The man you’ve had a crush on for years. Who you finally found out actually had feelings for you too. 

You adore Seokjin. You always will. You probably could’ve fallen in love with him if he had said anything back then. But then what would’ve happened with Namjoon? Your stomach drops at the thought.

You silently thank any and every god there is that neither you or Seokjin said anything and that you met your boyfriend. And that by some weird miracle, he’s willing to share you with no one other than Seokjin.

You’re so spaced out, you barely notice when Seokjin pulls into the parking lot of where you will be staying. It’s a gorgeous private villa, an elegant white building with a mixture of modern and Greek design. You hop out of the car while the two men grab the bags. 

“You got a whole house?” You’re not sure if you’re asking Namjoon or Seokjin. But they both respond at the same time. 

“Yes.”

“Yup. Privacy is priceless.” Seokjin chimes in. You roll your eyes with a smile, grabbing the key from him and unlocking the door. 

“There’s three king sized beds and two smaller ones. I took one of the king ones just off the kitchen.” Seokjin guides you both through the house, bags left by the front door with your shoes, “there’s a sauna, a little gym, air conditioning thank god, and a bunch more I haven’t actually explored yet.” 

“With how much we’ll be exploring, we don’t really need a sauna or a gym or anything like that. Y’all really love to go overboard.” You poke both of them in their sides, Namjoon quietly grabs your wrist while Seokjin dramatically cries out as if you’ve stabbed him. 

“It’s nice to have the option, princess!” His dramatics will never cease to amuse you, “Aish, now I’m going to bruise and it’s all your fault.” He rubs his side as he walks away, heading towards the kitchen. 

“Let him have the weird accommodations, baby. He’s a celebrity like that.” Namjoon speaks next to your ear, wrapping his arms around your middle and hugging you. 

“He’s weird.”

“And yet…” his voice trails off, his nose nudging against your throat when he kisses your shoulder. 

“And yet…” you sigh, repeating the statement back. You both silently stand in the middle of the living area, Namjoon leaving kisses across your shoulder, and you staring out the window. You can see just enough of the city of Athens, it feels like a dream. 

“I’m gonna shower really quick, go keep Seokjin entertained, hmm?” Your boyfriend kisses your temple, humming when you agree. He gives your ass a light smack before he walks away, grabbing the bags and taking them to a room with a bathroom. 

You find your way to the kitchen where Seokjin is holding two bottles of wine in either hand, eyes flicking back and forth on each label. He looks up when you enter, eyes scanning next to you before he pouts. 

“Where's Joon?”

“Shower. Told me to entertain you.” You shrug, walking with a little skip over to him. He smirks as you hop up on the island counter, placing the bottles of wine on the main counter away from you. 

“And how do you plan on entertaining me, princess?” His tone teases and you shrug once again, kicking your feet out a little as you rest your palms on the counter’s edge. 

“I dunno. How would you like to be entertained?” You know where this is going, you haven’t seen or felt him in over two months. You miss him. So much. 

And he has clearly missed you just as much when he grabs your kicking feet, moving them to spread your legs so he can stand between them. One of his hands finds the back of your head, fingers curling in your hair, as he brings your lips to his. 

It’s slow and deep, but it quickly turns heated and desperate when his head turns to the side to gain better access. Your lips part and you let out a soft moan that he quickly swallows, tongues fighting against one another as he keeps his fingers tangled in your hair and the other hand gripping your hip tight. 

Your hands stay cradling his face, desperate to remember how he feels when kissing you so desperately. 

“God, princess, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”  

“Me too.” You pant between kisses. 

“How often I look at those photos you sent me or the videos Joon sent of you taking his cock so deep. It fucking killed me every time.”

“Jin.” You moan when his lips trail down to your clavicle. 

“I don’t need to see old buildings or art or any of that, I’d rather spend the next two weeks fucking you with Namjoon.” He curses against your skin, your dress’s straps falling off your shoulder. Your breasts are so close to spilling out, if not for a third voice causing you both to jump, you pulling the straps back up to cover yourself. 

“As much as I would like to have two weeks to fuck our baby stupid, I didn’t plan this trip for that.” Namjoon gives a mischievous smirk. You know he might not have planned for that. But he did plan something. You just don’t know what. 

“As long as I get to taste her at some point.” Seokjin says, smiling up at you as he speaks to your boyfriend. 

“You will, but for now she should shower the plane off of her and get ready for dinner.” 

You nod, sighing as you tap Seokjin’s arms to let go of you. He backs away, letting you hop down and toward your boyfriend who grabs your waist as you walk by, tugging you to stand in front of him. 

“Be a good girl, and you’ll get rewarded.” He whispers, kissing your forehead. You give him a playful glare, stepping to the side and walking past him, towards the bathroom he used.

You shower quickly, changing into another summer dress, this one a mix of green and blue chiffon with beautiful off-shoulder straps that fall perfectly in place just below your shoulders. Even though it’s about five in the evening, it’s still ridiculously hot. You put barely any makeup on, fixing your hair up to stop yourself from sweating down your back. 

When you return to the kitchen, Namjoon is bothering Seokjin while he’s focused on pouring the three of you some wine, making sure it’s an equal amount for each of you. What takes you by surprise, however, is Namjoon’s chin resting on his friend’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around his middle like he does with you. 

Oh. 

Suddenly it makes sense. 

“There she is!” Seokjin’s voice pipes through the kitchen. Namjoon slowly backs away from Seokjin’s back, grabbing two glasses of wine and bringing one to you. 

“You look stunning, baby.” 

“Thank you. It’s too hot.” You pout, taking the wine and giving a small thanks. You join him and Seokjin back in the kitchen where he’s prepared a little plate of snacks to go with the wine. 

“That’s Greece. I don’t think it’s ever cold?” Namjoon shrugs, taking a sip of his wine. 

“I bet it’s like LA. Maybe cold like once or twice a year.” Seokjin pops a cracker into his mouth. You share a look with Namjoon, both of you snickering. 

“Oh, look at this fancy boy, saying LA like it’s so casual for him.” You tease, taking a big sip of the wine. 

“Ha ha ha. Keep being jealous.” He deadpans. 

“Me? Jealous? Of your exhausting life? Absolutely not, handsome. I like being in Seoul where I sleep and eat and the only traveling I do is to various museums and art galleries for work.”

“Ah, yes. Our little curator. That’s how you stole her from the world, right Namjoon?” 

“I didn’t steal her.”

“More like held me hostage.”

“In bed I assume?” 

“Of course. Then I think it became some sort of Stockholm Syndrome and I fell in love.”

“A true romance right there. Can I tell that story at the wedding?” 

“Please. I’ll write it all down for you.” 

“Thank you, princess. I’ll memorize it and give the best performance.”

“I know you will.”

“God, I forgot what it’s like when you two get together.” Namjoon groans, leaning over the counter to bury his head in his arms. You look over at Seokjin in feigned shock. 

“I feel like he’s being rude and offensive.”

“So rude. So offensive.” 

“Extremely.”

“I thought you loved us!” Seokjin exclaims dramatically, hand on chest and fake tears starting to build up. 

“I do!” He laughs almost manically, lifting his head up and running his fingers through his hair. “It’s like you’re twins or something, it’s so much.” 

You giggle, leaning across the counter to soothe your boyfriend. 

“We’ll tone it down a bit, babe. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” Seokjin shrugs, a smug look on his face. He exclaims when you lightly hit his shoulder, “What? He said he loves me! I’m over the fucking moon right now.” 

All three of you laugh, finishing up your wine and snack grazing. Seokjin orders a cab for the three of you to take to a fancy restaurant by the beach where there’s even more wine. Multiple bottles of it. 

You barely remember the dinner, only remembering that the wine kept coming and resulted in both men having their hands on you the entire night. Whether it was Namjoon’s hands on your waist while standing in a crowd, or Seokjin’s hand clutching yours tight while guiding you through the masses of people. 

The light touches on your arms at dinner or your thighs in the car, they both knew what they were doing to you and fully aware of the hold they had on you. 

At one point, you ended up in a square that had people performing live music and people dancing to it. Seokjin dragged you and Namjoon to the makeshift dance floor, making you dance with your back against his chest and Namjoon facing you. Your hips swayed perfectly against Seokjin’s, pressing just right against his cock while Namjoon’s was pressing against your lower stomach. 

Both men covered either side of your neck with kisses, really testing your ability to not moan in public. It took you mumbling something about going home for them to stop, quickly getting a ride back to the private villa. 

The moment you hit the mattress, Namjoon has you splayed out on the bed, your summer dress riding dangerously high up your legs. Seokjin stands at the edge of the bed, quietly taking his shirt and pants off. 

Namjoon, still fully clothed minus his shoes, crawls over your body, deeply kissing you while his hand roams your entire body. His lips trail down your neck to your shoulder where he stops for a moment. It’s when he lets out a heavy sigh that you feel a sense of panic. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m too drunk.”

“What?”

“I can barely stay awake, baby.” He rolls off you, laying on his side while he hugs a pillow. 

“But…”

“Jinnie can take care of you. Right, hyung?” He barely opens his eyes to look at the older male, who looks just as confused as you do. “You just can’t fuck her though. Have her ride your thigh. That should do it.”

His eyes fall shut and you sit up, not sure what to do next. You look over to Seokjin, who’s looking at you for confirmation of what to do next, standing there in his underwear that’s straining his cock right now. 

“Should we go to your room?” You ask tentatively, moving to get up when he nods.

“No.” Namjoon’s voice returns from its slumber. “I wanna hear it. Do it here.”  

“Joonie, you’re tired.” You try to reason, but you know for a fact you’d rather do it here than without him there. 

“Here or not at all, baby.” His tired groan sounds serious, so you nod again, bending over to kiss his cheek, a small dimple appearing from his smile. 

“I love you, Joonie.”

“Love you too.” 

You turn back to Seokjin, a hand reaching out that he quickly takes, pulling you up to meet his standing position with your knees on the bed.  

“We don’t have to.” He murmurs, fingers delicately tangling with yours while his other hand finds your waist, bunching up the fabric there. 

You shake your head, leaning forward to softly meet his lips with yours. Kissing Seokjin is an experience every time. His plush pout’s ability to take over the kiss, and the moans he makes when you tug on his bottom lip with your teeth to try to regain control, makes you want to crumble into a pile of goo. 

“I need something, anything, Jinnie. Please?”

You rarely call Seokjin by the nickname Namjoon and Yoongi gave him years ago. You could probably count on one hand how many times you’ve said it. While it was a loving joke type of nickname from the guys, it always felt almost too intimate coming from you. So you have always stuck with Jin. 

Seokjin sighs, smiling at your adorable pouty expression. He whispers okay before leaning in to kiss you again, “what princess wants, princess gets.” 

Giant hands maneuver you so he can lay down. When you twist your body to straddle his lap while facing him, the big hands still your hips. 

“Ride my face.” 

Funny how three little words can make your entire body feel like it’s on fire.

You quickly look over to Namjoon who has his eyes closed, pillow tucked against his chest, but there’s a smile there that you know was in response to Seokjin’s order. 

You huff out, moving to crawl further up Seokjin’s body, but you’re stopped again when you’re just about over his face. 

“Turn around.”

“What?”

“If I can’t fuck you right now, I need your mouth to remind me what it can do.” 

You nod, afraid if you speak, it’ll be mushed up nonsense, and turn around, getting on your hands and knees facing away from Seokjin. His hands grab your upper thighs and tug you closer to his face, making you gasp and almost fall forward when you lose balance on your hands. 

“The dress has to go, y/n.” He gives your ass a light squeeze and you quickly rid the dress from your body. Jin lets out a low hum of approval at your matching bra and underwear; a deep crimson red and satin set.

“Every time…” he says under his breath, hooking his fingers into the side of your underwear and pulling it to your knees. You awkwardly lift one so he can move the underwear off it, not caring about the other leg. 

You palm Seokjin’s cock through his briefs, smiling softly at the sound he makes. 

You don’t hear his response, only gasping when he tugs your lower half down to meet those plush lips of his as he licks a long stripe through your folds, lips wrapping around your clit. 

“Fuck, Jin.” You whimper, head dropping to his hip as you slowly rut against his face. His hand smacks the side of your thigh, making you still. 

“Let me take care of you, princess.” He says, almost as a warning. 

You nod, forgetting he can’t see you, and lift your head up. With one of your shaking hands, you free his cock from the confines of his briefs, momentarily laughing when he tries to kick the fabric off his body. 

A harsh suck against your clit stops you from laughing. 

You pull yourself together again, wrapping your fingers around his impressive length. You fondly remember when you saw it for the first time last Christmas. You wanted so badly to touch it, hold it in your palm to feel how heavy it was. But there was a desperate need the first time you were with him. Now, nine months later, you had all the time in the world. 

Leaning down, you kiss the tip of his cock, enjoying the way it twitches at the contact followed by Seokjin’s light moan. You do it a few more times, on the tip, down the shaft, a kiss or two lands on his balls. Each kiss earns a twitch or a groan. Just as his tongue dives deep in your folds, you gather enough spit to trickle past your lips and onto his cock, using your hand to spread it around before slowly lowering your mouth down his now leaking member. 

You let his cock prod the back of your throat for a moment, thanking whatever gods that you barely have a gag reflex, and hum around him. Your nails dig into his thighs as he groans against your center, a hand smacking your ass. 

“Princess, what the fuck are you doing to me.”

His hips buck up, his cock somehow finding its way deeper down your throat. You cough, fighting the urge to pull off as his hips continue to buck up, your hands finding the bedding to brace yourself as he fucks your throat. You whine when two fingers ease past your folds, curling inside of you to press against your walls. 

It’s not long after that, that you’re crying, coming around his fingers and tongue and whining around his cock. Seconds later, he’s coming as well, bitter liquid shooting down your throat. 

You’re so lost in focusing on swallowing and not choking that you don’t hear the small breath of a laugh coming from your boyfriend. 

Seokjin, however, heard perfectly. 

“Ya, your girl’s a menace.”

You lift your throat off his cock, taking slow but short breaths as you look over at your boyfriend whose eyes travel from your lips down to his best friend’s soaked cock, some cum still coated around him. 

You glance down at the wet spot at his crotch. 

“Are you still too tired?” Your voice rasps. He nods, but your eyes stay locked on his crotch. 

Seokjin pats your ass, signaling for you to crawl off just enough that he can get off the bed. 

“I’m gonna shower and head to bed. Tomorrow we will explore Athens.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek before turning to the door and heading to his room. You smile, turning back to your boyfriend who has his eyes barely opened, watching you. Your eyes go back to the wet patch. 

“Let me take care of you, Joonie.”

“Baby…”

“Please?” 

“I’m fine, baby. Come to bed.” Sighing, you lay down next to him, your leg finding its way between his as you lean in just enough, connecting your lips to his. He moans deeply, tasting Seokjin on your tongue. Your suspicions are confirmed as you feel the bulge in his pants move underneath you. 

“You sure you don’t want me to take care of that?” You tease against his lips. Your hand sneaks between you both, but is quickly grabbed by Namjoon’s. 

“Yes, baby. I’m sure.” He smiles, eyes shut as he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your fingers briefly. “Sleep.” 

You murmur defeat, getting off the bed to brush your teeth and change into a large shirt to sleep in. When you come back to bed, Namjoon is fast asleep on his back, his arm splayed out waiting for you. You pout, crawling into bed and curling up against his side. The moment your head rests on his shoulder, his arm moves on instinct to wrap around your back, thumb moving back and forth against your shoulder. 

It’s not until you’re at the edge of falling asleep that you realize this is the first time Namjoon let you be with Seokjin without claiming you after or being the one to make you come last.

Athens is beautiful. You spent the first three days simply wandering around the ancient city, going from ruin to ruin and museum to museum.

This is how you met Namjoon. You were part of the opening of a new museum in Seoul and Yoongi dragged Namjoon as his plus one. You both immediately hit it off and have been in love ever since. 

Yoongi demanded to be one to marry you both, getting ordained on your one year anniversary just in case. 

Museums and art galleries quickly became your thing with Namjoon. While it was a part of your job to constantly be in museums and galleries, it’s your dream job for a reason. And what could be better than finding someone who loves your job as much as you do? 

Seokjin, however, never showed any particular interest in museums or art in general. Sure, he’d go and take pictures either of or in front of the art, post it to socials, and come up with some horrible dad joke. But he couldn’t stand the idea of spending hours walking around looking at things from years and years ago. 

But you have to give him brownie points, he persevered the few days in Athens, knowing there would be wine and delicious food at the end of it all. And potentially a blow job from you. 

Namjoon still refused you both from actual sex, making you and Seokjin pout or whine. Seokjin almost begged one night, much to Namjoon’s delight, but he still said no. 

After Athens, the three of you packed your bags and boarded a boat to head to the next stop in Greece. Seokjin was beyond excited, Namjoon had a smug smile the entire way over, and you were completely clueless. 

That is, until you stepped off the boat onto a wooden deck and it clicked immediately. 

“Is this…?”

“Where they filmed Mamma Mia? Yes. Yes it is.” Namjoon replies, helping Seokjin off the boat after you. 

“Ahhh, it’s even prettier in person!” Seokjin's voice squeaks, running to stand next to you, hand grabbing yours. 

You grin, trying to avoid screaming like you want to. Mamma Mia has and always will be one of your favorite films. It’s your comfort movie and you and Seokjin would watch it consistently when either of you had a shitty day. You’d always end up standing on the couch or coffee table dramatically singing along with the ABBA songs or quoting the movie and acting them out while it played in the background. 

Still holding Seokjin’s hand, you turn to your boyfriend, who’s making sure all the luggage is accounted for. 

“Oh, right. Sorry, Joonie.” You drag Seokjin back to Namjoon, both of you grabbing as much luggage as you can and following the other tourists off the dock. 

Again, Seokjin arranged for a private villa. This one, however is smaller, only has one bed as well as a couch, and no air conditioning. 

The first two days aren't a problem. The weather is cool, the clouds covering the sun a majority of the day, and an amazing ocean breeze to make you shiver every now and again. The three of you travel around the island, you and Seokjin giggling every time you find a spot from the movie and having Namjoon take a photo of the both of you mid-reenactment. 

During the third and last day on Skopelos, however, there was a heat wave. And it is miserable to put it nicely. 

So miserable, none of you want to move. Seokjin is groaning that Greece isn't going anywhere. And you are complaining that days like this are why Google Street View exists. Namjoon is huffy at you both, deciding to go for a run while you two lie around, complaining about the heat. 

It is on his run, however, when a perfect idea pops into his head as he sees some locals with frozen treats. 

When he comes in, he finds you lying on the tile floor, your flowy summer dress draped around your body and the floor, and Seokjin on the couch, one leg dangling off the edge and the other off the back of the couch. You both look ridiculous as Namjoon heads to the kitchen. 

“Jooooooonie, can you make the fan do more?”

It’s a silly question to ask, you know the answer. But you have hope. 

“Nope, baby. Sorry.” He answers, head in the freezer. “I have a better idea, though. Hyung, come here.” 

He groans, throwing himself off the couch dramatically and playfully stomping his way to Namjoon in the kitchen. He’s about to speak when the two exchange glances. Seokjin glances down at the bowl in his hand and grins, nodding quickly as if to agree to Namjoon’s silent question. 

“Princess.”

“Baby.”

They speak at the same time, causing you to tilt your head backwards, looking at the upside down men quizzically. 

“Hmm?”

How’s the tile down there?” Your boyfriend asks, hands behind his back. 

“It’s cooler than the bed.” You answer slowly as Seokjin sits behind you, Namjoon moving to sit in front of you.

“Wanna play a game?”

“You wouldn’t let me bring my switch, so we can’t unless there’s one here…”

“No. Princess. A game.” 

It takes a second to process, but when it finally clicks, Namjoon’s already starting to spread your legs, the dress’s fabric falling to your hips. 

“Joonie, it’s too hot…”

“Right. It is way too hot. Which is why I want to play a game.”

You question what he means, allowing Seokjin to lift your head and shoulders enough to tuck himself underneath you, letting your upper torso and your head to rest against chest

“I just wanna help you cool down, baby.” He smirks, bringing the bowl into view for you to see what he means. It’s a small but deep bowl full of ice cubes and pieces alike. 

Fuck. 

You’re not sure if you say it in your mind or out loud. Possibly out loud since both men grin wide, snickering as Namjoon spreads your legs further. You relax into Seokjin’s chest, his hands finding the bottom of your dress and shimmying it up your torso. You lift your ass off the ground ever so slightly so he can pull the dress further up until he fully removes it, tossing it to the side. 

“Gonna be a good girl for us, princess?” Seokjin smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. 

“What are the rules?” You ask softly, your hands finding Seokjin’s forearms resting on your shoulders. 

“The rules, baby, are simple.” Namjoon grins, picking up one of the ice cubes, holding it in his fist to help it melt down a bit. 

“Move, and we stop. Come before we say so, and we stop.”

“I don’t like those rules.” You pout, Namjoon rolls his eyes, ignoring you while Seokjin snickers. 

“There’s our princess being a brat.”

“Those are the rules, baby. Follow them and you get rewarded.”

“What’s the reward?”

Namjoon looks up to Seokjin, eyebrows raised at Seokjin’s questioning gaze. 

“It’s a surprise.” He finally answers, putting the ice cube back in the bowl and trailing his frozen cold hand up your body. You shiver, fighting the urge to pull away from the freezing hand. 

“I like to know what I’m winning.” You grumble through chattering teeth, your boyfriend's hand softly gliding up your waist to behind your back. 

“I know you do, baby. And I promise you, you’ll feel so fulfilled after.” He whispers, undoing the clasp on your bra. 

“Joon.” You whine, fingers digging into Seokjin’s arms after your bra gets removed. 

“Ready, baby?” 

You nod, hating his teasing tone. 

He grabs the ice cube again, it already melting in his palm as he hovers his hand above your chest. All three of you wait as the little drop of freezing water develops under his grip, slowly getting ready to drip down. 

You feel yourself breathing harder, chest rising faster as you watch the droplet. When it finally drops, it feels like a spike of ice landing

But before the drop can land on your skin, Namjoon’s pulling it away again.

“New rule. Close your eyes, baby.”

You whine again, body wiggling in anticipation. 

“Eyes, princess. Let us make you feel good.” Seokjin whispers against your temple. You nod, shutting your eyes tight and leaning further back into Seokjin’s embrace. 

Not even seconds later, you feel a drop of water drip on your chest between your breasts.

“Fuck!” You yelp, body lifting off the ground from the initial shock. 

“Already breaking the rules, baby. Stay still or we stop.” Namjoon’s deep voice teases as another few drops land across your chest. 

“Okay. Okay okay okay.” You nod, keeping your eyes shut as you grip onto Seokjin’s arms even more to stay still.

You have no idea where the ice is going to be next, your body tensing in preparation for another jolt of cold against your skin. It’s almost torture how long between drops Namjoon lets it be before you feel a full cube against the bottom curve of your breast. 

You let out a high pitched whine, forcing yourself to stay still as he glides the ice all around your breasts, to across your clavicle, down the sides of your waist and across your middle section. Your breathing returns to rapid breaths, shivering with goosebumps as well as just pure arousal. 

You can’t tell what’s turning you on more; the frozen water being softly dragged across your sensitive skin, or the melted water that remains in its path, dripping down your sides and making its way to your back. 

Opposite of the freezing ice, however, is how hot Seokjin’s skin feels behind you. It almost feels like the ice dripping behind you is evaporating the moment it makes contact with his skin. 

It’s too hot. 

But you want more. 

Need more. 

The last piece of ice melts directly over your belly button, your breath stuttering when Namjoon’s hand goes flat across your stomach, gliding up to between your breasts and around your throat. 

“Good girl. Ready for more?” 

You whimper out a yes, your legs subconsciously spreading further for him, like your body begging where to go next. 

“Remember. No movements, princess.” Seokjin teases, having noticed your legs. 

You huff out in complaint, but it quickly turns into a shaking gasp when there’s an ice cube tracing up your inner thigh. Namjoon skips over where you want it most, dragging the cube to your other thigh and back up to your lower stomach, dancing the cube along the waistline of your underwear. 

“Joonie, please.”

“Please what?” 

“I hate the teasing.” You pout petulantly, head twisting to the side to bury your face in Seokjin’s arm. You’re desperately trying to ignore the hardening bulge pressing up against your back.

“Mmmm, I’d say otherwise, baby. You’re soaking through.  I mean, hyung just look at how soak—”

A string of curse words leave your lips, unable to hear anything the men are teasing about, when Namjoon presses a cube directly over the wet patch of your underwear, fitting perfectly against your folds and your clit. 

“Ya! No biting!” Seokjin’s voice yells, prying your mouth away from his bicep. 

Namjoon pulls the ice away, giving your clothed center a light smack. Your hips jerk from the sensation, fighting back the urge to open your eyes. 

“‘M sorry, Jin.” You whimper, kissing where you think you bit. 

“I don’t know if I should forgive you, princess. That was a very bad thing to do.”

“No no, I’ll be good. Please.”

There’s silence. With the inability to see them, you can’t tell if they’re silently discussing whether to punish or reward you. 

“I feel like she’s been through enough, Joonie. Maybe we should just stop here.”

“She can take more.”

“I can. I can do it. Please.” 

“What’s the word, baby?”

“Wendigo.” You let out a breathless laugh, the two men snickering at the memory. 

Namjoon taps your hip, telling you to lift so he can remove your underwear, tossing it aside with your dress. You feel movement down between your legs before you feel a sudden warm breath, making your toes curl. 

“Remember, princess. No movement.” 

You nod vigorously, clutching onto Seokjin again when Namjoon’s warm tongue licks a full stroke up your folds, the tip teasingly dancing against your clit. 

He’s vicious with the way he teases you, breathing against your soaked center with his hot breath before bringing the melting cube to your clit when he can feel you’re close. Your constant moans and cries only encourage him further as he pops the cube into his mouth, settling it below his tongue, and dancing it at your entrance. The switch between warm tongue and ice cube is infuriating to say the least.

“You’re being such a good girl, princess. I think Joonie might reward you soon.” Seokjin’s deep voice against your ear sends a different kind of shiver down your spine. 

Namjoon’s mouth pulls away from your throbbing center, giving your inner thigh a light kiss. You take a deep breath, eyes still shut, as you wait for whatever pleasurable torture was next. 

But nothing happens. 

Nothing happens for what feels like eternity but, in reality, it’s only a minute or two before you feel your boyfriend’s body move away from you. The sounds of shuffling as well as Seokjin letting you go slack against his body.

“Do you trust me, baby?” Namjoon’s voice comes from where you think the kitchen is located. You nod, muttering out of course while leaning further into Seokjin’s chest. 

“Let’s move her to the couch, hyung. Baby, keep your eyes shut.” Seokjin does as he’s told, lifting you up carefully and bringing you to stand in front of the couch. It sounds like more ice is being put into the ceramic bowl. Your body shakes at the thought.

“Sit, hyung.” When you hear movement to the left of you, you can only assume Seokjin’s following orders. 

“Jagi…” Namjoon’s voice is suddenly right in front of you, a big cold hand softly caressing your waist. The temperature makes you jump, but you settle into it immediately.

“I think hyung was right, you deserve a reward. I’m gonna sit you down on hyung’s cock, and you’re gonna be good and take it all, right?”

You nod again, pouting slightly when he reminds you to keep your eyes closed as he leads you back. Your hands reach behind you, finding Seokjin’s immediately as he and Namjoon help you onto the couch. They sit you down on Seokjin’s lap, your legs spread and hooked on either side of his thighs. Seokjin lets go of one of your hands to wrap around his cock, giving himself a few pumps before his tip meets your entrance. 

“Ready, princess?” 

“Please.” You beg, head falling back when he presses the tip past your folds, slowly easing himself inside of you. 

“Good job, baby. Keep taking his cock, take every inch.” Namjoon’s praises sound like they’re coming from below you, but you’re not sure, unable to focus as you try to relax around Seokjin’s massive length. 

Once you give the okay to Seokjin, he sinks down on the couch a bit more, bringing you back to plant your feet on the cushion so his hips are free to move at the pace he knows drives you crazy. 

You cry out, it’s been months since you’ve had him inside you and it feels so fucking good, you could write poems and songs about how good his cock feels filling and stretching you out with every thrust. 

“Fuck, please. Please let me come. Feels too good. Plea— oh, fuck.” Your body jolts at the sudden feeling of ice against the junction where your pelvis meets your thigh. Seokjin’s hands quickly steady you, massive hands holding your waist still while he continues to fuck you. 

The moans you make are pornographic as the ice cube slides around your skin, gliding and dancing around your pulsing clit that when he finally brings it there, you let out a sharp gasp. You bite your bottom lip, trying to fight the curses you want to scream at the top of your lungs. 

Namjoon quickly removes the cube from against your sensitive bundle of nerves, questioning Seokjin for permission to something you can’t hear because you’re too focused on Seokjin’s cock hitting exactly where it needs to. 

When you hear Seokjin whine, saying yes, he slows down his thrusts, hands bringing your waist down to sit on his lap with his cock fully inside of your clenching walls. 

You resist asking them what they’re doing, knowing it’s pointless. You lean your head against Seokjin’s shoulder, facing his neck as your lips find skin. 

You’re about to press soft kisses against the skin when a sharp bolt of ice courses through your body. 

Your eyes snap open, looking down at where you and Seokjin are connected and you nearly come just from the sight of Namjoon’s tongue shoving a small mostly melted ice cube past your entrance and against the bulging vein around Seokjin’s cock. 

Your boyfriend’s tongue is on your best friend’s dick. 

Okay, maybe it’s not on his dick, but it’s close enough to just graze over that counts. 

The fingers holding onto your waist dig deep into your skin as Seokjin groans at the feeling of the ice cube being kept inside of you by his dick. 

You whine, head leaning back again and shutting your eyes once more as you feel the cube, melting fast, make its way inside of you, being eased deeper by the head of Seokjin’s cock. 

“How’s it feel, baby?” Your boyfriend’s voice rumbles against your skin as he sits up on his knees, large hands on your thighs, watching the way you take Seokjin’s cock. 

“So fucking good.” You whimper. 

“Fucking heaven.” Seokjin whines behind you, hips beginning to lose their rhythm, teeth grazing your neck. “I won’t last long, fuck it’s so impossible to last long with you, y/n.”

You let out a soft laugh, a moan mixing through it, as you reach behind you, tugging Seokjin’s hair to pull his face back to yours, trapping him in a kiss. 

“Come for me, Jin. Fill me up. Please.” You repeat your request against his lips until you’re wincing from his teeth catching your bottom lip and one last thrust. The sensation of his cum filling you up makes you both moan. 

Namjoon’s hands help you lift yourself just enough that Seokjin’s cock slips out, but he quickly stands, leaning over you both on the couch, and slides himself past your entrance, stuffing his hyung’s cum back inside. 

“Joon!” You cry out, hands flying away from Seokjin and grasping Namjoon’s forearms. 

“Take his cock, princess. Gotta keep all my cum in there.” Seokjin’s strained voice comes from behind you. One hand barely helps to hold you up as the other sneaks away and you hear that damn ceramic bowl with ice being moved around. 

“Don’t you dare.” You mumble, immediately feeling Seokjin laugh under you.

“I thought you could take it, y/n?” Seokjin teases, grasping an ice cube and tracing it along your waist. You gasp, trying to move your body away from the sensation, but Namjoon tugs you back on top of the older man as he starts thrusting. 

Seokjin’s fingers trail the cube up your waist, alongside your ribs, just below your breasts, before finally bringing it to one of your nipples. Your back attempts to arch, but Seokjin’s other hand forces you back down from your stomach until you’re fully lying on him, no longer hovering.

It’s a chaotic mix of teasing, pleasure, and pain as Namjoon’s thumb starts circling your clit as he pounds into you at the same time as Seokjin’s ice trails along your skin. You barely give a warning before you’re crying out over your orgasm, body shaking and trying to grab onto anything you can. 

It’s only seconds later you feel Namjoon’s cock twitch inside of you, making you feel more full than before.

You wake up to the sounds of Seokjin snoring behind you. Eyes opening wide in panic when he lets out a rather loud one that almost sounds like he’s choking. You try to turn over to check on him, but you’re being held down by one of his arms. 

When your eyes open, you’re met with Namjoon’s closed ones, silently sleeping. He’s hugging his pillow tight, somehow unaware of the loud snores behind you. 

Or so you think. 

You try moving again, freezing instantly when Namjoon’s eyes open, a soft smile forming. 

“Hey, beautiful.” He whispers softly, his voice gravelly from the slumber. 

“Hi?”

“How you feeling?” His question confuses you. 

You feel fine. But you last remember Namjoon coming inside of you and that’s it. 

“Good? I don’t…remember what happened.” You try shuffling close to your boyfriend, but Seokjin’s hold on you is tight. Namjoon lets out a soft giggle, scooting closer to you instead. 

“You kinda passed out…?” His eyebrows raise a little, smile starting to form into a small laugh, “not like anything bad. But, after I came, you were a little loopy? It was amusing. We took care of you though. Cleaned you up and everything.”

“Hmm. I genuinely don’t remember, but thank you, baby.” 

“Where’s my thank you.” The voice behind you grumbles against your skin. You and Namjoon laugh as you twist your face into the pillow, muffling yourself. 

“Thank you, Jinnie” your voice drowns in the pillow. 

“Namjoon should thank me too. I was super helpful.”

You laugh into the pillow. 

“I take thank yous in kisses, please and thank you.” He snickers. You shake your head, twisting your body to face him now. 

“Shut up, hyung.” Namjoon sighs, his hand rubbing up against your waist.

Seokjin’s so pretty when he wakes up. His face is a little extra puffy, but it’s so cute. You love it. 

“I’ll get my kiss from him one day.” He pouts. 

“One day. I believe in it.” You grin, leaning in to give him an obnoxious kiss, pulling away with a loud mwah sound. 

The three of you laze around the rest of the day, only going out to get dinner before returning to sleep. 

The next day, the three of you make the trip to the final destination: Mykonos. 

It’s an island you had discussed early on in the relationship. Your typical Greece imagery of gorgeous waters, all white buildings and blue trim, beautiful beaches all around. Everything about it was perfect in the images you looked at. But it’s nothing compared to seeing it in person. 

You guys have the last four days here to just relax and enjoy the beaches. 

The day before Namjoon’s birthday, the three of you all separate to do different things. You stay inside, having some work stuff come up that you can't avoid. Seokjin decides to lounge on the deck of the villa you are staying in. It has stairs leading down straight onto the beach. There is a running path just off to the side and Namjoon decides to go see how much of the island he can cover (not much, but he does try).

When you finally finish up with work (you’re going to fight with Taehyung when you get back for directing the issue he could’ve easily fixed to you, knowing full well you are on vacation), you change into a bathing suit, throwing an oversized shirt (whether it’s Namjoon’s or Seokjin’s, you’ll never know) on over it and walk out onto the deck. 

You’ll never get over Seokjin without a shirt. 

He’s leaning over the balcony, in only shorts as his broad shoulders are on full display. The dimples in his back as well as the way his shoulder blades move when he shifts in place is enough to send shivers down your spine. 

You lean against the railing while standing next to him, staying quiet while he’s on the phone, having some sort of back and forth with who you assume is his manager. You’re quickly distracted by the beautiful blue waves rolling in to notice Seokjin repositioning to stand behind you, resting his chin on your head while he continues his phone call. 

“Yeah. I should be back in a few days and then I was hoping to stay in Seoul a few days before New York…but I guess that’s not happening?” 

You pout when he sighs, saying he understands and hanging up. The phone is tucked away in his back pocket while his arms snake around your waist. 

“Already have to go back to work?” 

He nods, moving down to rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“Unfortunately. They actually wanted me to come back tonight but I told him to fuck off.”

“No you didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t. But I did politely say no and made a compromise to come back asap.” 

“You’re too nice to them.” You pout, watching a couple playing in the ocean waves, “They overwork you. I miss you. Namjoon misses you.”

“I miss you too, princess. I miss you and Joon every time I’m away.” 

“Wanna stay here forever.” It’s a soft mumble, but you know he hears it when he hums in agreement, turning his head to kiss your cheek. You turn your face to him, letting your lips meet in a slow, deep, kiss. 

Again, there’s nothing quite like kissing Seokjin. Namjoon is the love of your life and always will be, but there’s just something about Seokjin’s lips that you crave constantly. Something about the way he holds you both delicately and possessively. Or the way he looks at you after a kiss, like he’s just as lost in it as you are. Like he’s trying to figure out the answer to the question you’ve been asking since that weekend in the Swiss mountains. 

He uses his tongue to tease your lips apart, making you gasp through a moan as he turns you around to face him, hands gripping your waist. 

“Jinnie” you whine, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His lips trail down your jaw to that special spot between your neck and shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, y/n. We shouldn’t unless Namjoon’s around. But,” he leaves a small love bite on your shoulder, “you just have this effect on me. I can’t help it.”

You nod, moaning when you tug on his hair, making him suck harder on your skin. You’re going to be covered in bruises and hickies when you get home. You don’t care. 

“What’d I miss?” Namjoon’s voice breaks you two apart, but only barely. Seokjin’s lips place soft kisses on your cheek and forehead while you look at the man you love. 

“Jin told his manager to fuck off and wait until his vacation is over.”

“No he didn’t.”

“See?” You look at Seokjin, a playful smile and raised eyebrow, “you’re too nice.”

“I have to be. Or it ruins my reputation and makes me look like I’m difficult to work with.”

“But you are difficult to work with.”

“I take it back. I don’t miss you. I only miss Namjoon.” He jokingly shoves you away, stepping to move behind Namjoon, getting on his tiptoes to put his chin on the younger’s shoulder. “You’re too tall.” He grumbles, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s middle. 

Namjoon smirks, hands holding onto Seokjin’s forearms to keep him there. 

“Well, I still think you’re too nice. You guys have fun. I’m going to get in the water.” You laugh, heading down the steps to the beach. You hear snickers, turning back briefly to see Namjoon turning in Seokjin’s arms to face him. 

You look back towards the beach, allowing them privacy even though that word barely exists with you three. 

The water is perfect. It’s not cold like the Pacific Ocean, not weirdly warm like the Atlantic. It’s a perfect balance. 

You let your feet sink into the sand, the gentle waves slowly bringing you closer to the ocean as the sand keeps you still. 

You love it here. 

You love your job, love your life, love your friends, family, and your boyfriend. 

But here? With not only your boyfriend but the man you crushed on for years that you now have the privilege to be with along with your boyfriend? For two whole weeks? 

That’s heaven.

It’s felt right these two weeks with them. Any time it’s been just you and Namjoon, it’s been perfect as usual, but it always feels like something is missing. 

Or rather someone.

You’re not sure how long you’re out here, staring at the horizon. The sand is halfway up your calves and the waves are hitting your upper thighs by the time two large arms wrap around your middle, body draping over your back as lips find refuge on your neck. 

You smile, sighing as you relax in his hold, tilting your head to the opposite side so he has better access. 

“Where’s my Jagi right now?” Namjoon’s voice barely breaks above the waves, only enough because it’s right by your ear. 

“Thinking.” 

“About?” His nose nudges under your ear. 

“Us.” You pause when you feel him tense, “us and Jin.”

“What about us and Jin?” His body relaxes, but barely. You use his hold on you as support as you pull your feet from the sand, both of you stepping a little further from the ocean when you turn to face him. 

“What is this to you, Joon?” Your arms snake around his neck, fingers dancing through his hair there. “Or rather, what is Jin? I know last year he was my present or whatever, but…that was nine months ago. And after all the texts with photos and videos and the times we’ve been with him…I don’t know. I need some sort of understanding before this gets too much.”

Namjoon’s eyes stay steady on you the entire time, the hands sitting on your waist, holding you gently, yet firm enough to keep you still. His thumbs rubbing circles through the shirt. 

“Too much, how?” Is all he asks. 

“I…I don’t know. Too much like he’s part of this? Too much like my crush from before you comes back and causes issues?”

“How would that cause issues, Jagi?”

“I don’t want to choose…”

“Baby,” Namjoon smirks, leaning in to kiss your forehead, “there is nothing to choose. I’m yours forever and if you want him, too…as long as he wants you back…I’m pretty sure I’ve done nothing but show you I’m very okay with sharing you.”

“That’s nice and all and I love you for that,” you pull away from him just slightly, forcing him to look at you again, “but what about you? What is this to you? It can’t just be me with two boyfriends. I mean, it can. But…what about you and Jin?”

And that’s where his confidence falters, for just a moment, you see it in his eyes and the way his lips twitch. 

He comes up with nothing when his mouth opens to speak, face contorting almost into confusion. 

“Joon? You okay?”

“Yeah…I just…” you let him pause, finding the right words as his eyes flit behind you to the crashing waves. It’s hard to bite back the smile when you try to soothe whatever worries he seems to have by massaging his nape. His eyes close momentarily before opening again, landing on your own. 

“I don’t know yet. But…I think there’s something…between him and I, I mean.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods slowly, eyes back on the ocean, “I just don’t know what exactly it is. If it’s just because of you or if it’s something else entirely? It’s confusing.”

“It’s okay, Joon. You don’t need to figure anything out right this second, but we should all sit down and figure this out at some point…maybe not tomorrow, though.”

“Why not tomorrow?” His head tilts to the side, looking back at you. 

“Your birthday? The whole reason we went on this trip?”

It takes two seconds of silence before he starts fully laughing, having to back away from you to bend over.

“I’ll be one hundred percent honest, I totally forgot.”

…

“You can’t be serious.”

“I was just treating it like a vacation with my best friend and my girlfriend.”

“Oh my god, Kim Namjoon. You’re an actual goober!” You playfully smack his shoulder, laughing with him. He takes the perfect opportunity to launch himself at you, bending slightly to pick you up by your thighs. You both laugh as your legs wrap around his waist, arms around his shoulders again. 

It’s a playful series of events, he threatens to lean forward, dumping you into the waves, you returning the threat with your own of no skin contact for a month, and just all around cuteness between you both that you’d be lying if you said wasn’t one of your favorite things about him. He’s so serious at work, so serious in most social situations. Except for with you, where he can be himself; laughing, dancing badly, making really terrible dad jokes, and just being your Namjoon. 

That night, the three of you are all dressed up for dinner reservations Seokjin made at the five star restaurant at the resort you’re staying at. 

Both men go for formal casual; slacks, a tucked in button up shirt, leaving the first three buttons undone for an added we’re on vacation and gorgeous models look that Seokjin will not shut up about. 

You dress up in a little black mini dress. It isn't too short to be informal, but just short enough that Namjoon’s hands stay on your thigh during dinner and Seokjin playfully grabs at your ass when you are waiting to be seated. 

Seokjin has the staff come sing happy birthday to Namjoon, the man’s face turning the deepest shades of embarrassment until the staff leave. 

Two bottles of expensive wine and a delicious meal later, the three of you are walking lazily down the pathway back to the villa. Seokjin directly behind you, his hands wandering your body as he kept you against his chest.

Mumbles of your nickname are pressed against your neck as he kisses and licks the skin there, not caring about where you are walking. 

With your head tilted to give him more access, your hazy eyes find your boyfriend a few feet away, holding onto the jacket you thought you might need, as well as your purse and heels you ditched at one point. He’s smiling his I’m tipsy grin, dimples peeking through as he watches his best friend cling to you. 

When you step past the front door of the villa, your body is quickly turned, back pressed up against the wall as Seokjin lifts your legs around his waist to bruise your neck some more. 

Your moans are cut off by your boyfriend’s words. 

“Hyung.” Seokjin quickly removes his lips from your skin. Head turning to look at his friend. “Bed.” Is all he says, tossing your stuff on the couch on the way to the bedroom. Seokjin smirks, tightening his hold on you as he pulls off the wall and heading to the bedroom with you in his arms. 

Namjoon is already standing by the foot of the bed, shirt pulled out of the waistband of the slacks that are unbuttoned, but still sitting on his hips. There’s a very prominent bulge peeking through the pants and it’s amazing how nervous it still makes you after all these years. 

There’s a silent exchange between the two men as Seokjin lays you down on the bed, letting you scoot back towards the headboard as he crawls over you. His mouth is on your neck again, wet lips marking anywhere he can. 

A free hand feels its way down your body, long fingers heading straight to your clothed center. He pushes a finger against your entrance, the fabric gathering up the arousal. 

You both let out a curse, your hips rolling up to meet his hand, trying so hard to get his finger to fully enter you. But it doesn’t, he teases you repeatedly, gathering more slick against your underwear until your boyfriend’s voice off to the side tells him to stop.

It’s almost like deja vu the way Seokjin pulls your underwear off, and hands it directly to Namjoon, who’s sitting in a chair next to the bed, cock already in his hand.

Your eyes stay on the way the underwear slides against his erection, the amount of arousal on the fabric mixing with his own. 

But his eyes? His eyes are on Seokjin. The way his fingers dig into your flesh as they roam your body. 

No. Not again. 

“Jin, off.” You whisper it, having to repeat it a little louder when he ignores you in favor of kissing your jaw. 

“You okay?” His whisper is panicked, hands leaving your skin to hold himself above you by placing them on either side of you on the bed. 

“Yeah,” you nod quickly, “just…the birthday boy.” Your eyes find Seokjin’s and you don’t know when it happened, but somehow you two developed a similar mind. He nods, kissing your nose and rolling off you to sit at the head of the bed, lightly palming himself. 

You grin, crawling off the bed, making sure Seokjin has a perfect view of your soaked center sans underwear. 

“Joonie, join us.” You stand in front of him at his chair, light fingers taking the underwear away from his cock. 

“I’m okay here, baby. Get back to hyung.”

You shake your head, and he doesn’t hesitate to help you when you straddle his lap, his cock teasing your clit as you settle down. 

“Come.”

“That’s my line.” 

You roll your eyes at his beautiful dimples, leaning down to kiss each one. 

“It’s your birthday, Joonie. Let us take care of you.” 

“It’s not my birthday yet.”

“As of seven minutes ago, it is officially your birthday, Kim Namjoon.” Seokjin’s voice comes from the bed, phone in hand with a shit eating grin on his face. You grin as well, looking back at your boyfriend. 

“See? It’s your day, baby.” You coo, brushing his hair back. “What would you like for your birthday?” 

“What are you doing?” He questions, eyes trying to decipher your smile. 

“I just want my Joonie to be happy and properly taken care of.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Now, be good and get on the bed.”

“Oh, you’re telling me what to do now?”

You hum, nodding as you stand up between his legs, holding your hands out for him, palms up. He gives you a look before looking over at Seokjin and smiles nervously, taking your hands and standing with you. 

You back up to the bed, pulling him with you with a smile. You only let go to tug the slacks and briefs off the rest of the way.  

“Sit next to Jin.” You quietly command, letting him move past you to get on the bed, sitting next to Seokjin, who at some point pulled all his clothes off except his underwear. 

Still in your dress, you crawl back onto the bed, a smirk forming when it appears Namjoon knows exactly what you’re doing and spreads his legs just slightly. Just enough to let you get comfortable on your stomach and your arms resting on his thighs. 

“Happy birthday, Joonie.” You grin, taking his cock in your hand and giving it a single pump, standing it up in front of you. Your lips sneak small kisses up and down his length, longer ones on his tip, before slowly easing his entire length down your throat. Holding him there in your mouth, a free hand cradles his balls in your palm, giving them a gentle massage that makes him groan, hands clutching your hair. 

“God, she’s too good at that.” Seokjin murmurs, your lips wrapped around Namjoon’s tip, tongue teasing at the slit that’s already oozing with precum. 

“I bet you’d do just— ah, fuck,” Namjoon’s head falls back, hitting the headboard as you take him down in one go without warning. “You’d do just fine, hyung.”

“Oh, I know I would. I’d do more than fine.” Seokjin’s quick to quip and you can’t help but smile internally, lifting your mouth off and away from your boyfriend’s cock. 

“Prove it.”

Both men stare at you, one turning a deep shade, the other almost laughing if not for the shock of the call out. 

“That’s not…” Seokjin stutters, still trying not to smile. 

“Not what? Joonie loves his cock sucked. You have amazing lips and your mouth is big enough, I’m sure you could take him all.”

“Baby.” Namjoon warns but you ignore the tone, looking at him with pleading eyes. 

“Jin needs to prove himself, Joon. Is it okay if he helps me with your cock?”

Namjoon’s eyes stay locked on yours. You can’t tell if he’s angry or nervous, but it’s enough to make you feel like submitting to whatever he wants, but also rebel against everything and anything he says. 

Not to mention, the shooting jolt of arousal you get from just that gaze is enough. 

It’s Seokjin’s voice that breaks through the staring contest. 

“I’ll be good, Joon. I promise.”

Namjoon’s eyes tear away from yours to Seokjin’s so fast, you think his neck would’ve snapped. 

You keep watching your boyfriend for any sort of negative reaction. 

But his eyes dance from eye to eye to lips, back to his eyes and next thing you know, Namjoon is nodding, sliding further down the bed to give you both access. 

You share a look with Seokjin, both ending in a grin as you take place on the bed between Namjoon’s legs. Your boyfriend is muttering something quietly to himself, his arm thrown over his face. 

You give Seokjin’s cheek a kiss, a hand pressing soothing circles into Namjoon’s thigh. Seokjin reaches out for Namjoon’s cock, almost mimicking your actions from moments ago. You watch in awe as his lips prove to be perfect for this activity, his mouth wide enough to take Namjoon down without a problem. 

“Fuck, so fucking good.” Namjoon mutters, biting his forearm. You can’t fight the smirk when you and Seokjin dive in at the same time, licking and kissing along his shaft and tip, both taking turns with his balls. 

Namjoon is going insane, fighting the urges to either force both of you closer to his cock until he’s coming across both of your faces, or to fill Seokjin’s mouth with himself until Seokjin’s crying and coming down his throat. He so desperately wants to regain control, but if this is what happens when he doesn’t have control?

Fuck that. No better time to give it all up than right now. 

“Fuck, okay you have to stop or I’m going to explode.”

You look away from Seokjin’s swollen lips around Namjoon’s tip to look back at your boyfriend, who has his eyes on the ceiling, afraid to look down at the two of you for it might make him come. 

“That’s not how you ask.” 

“Baby.” There’s that warning tone again. 

“Joonie.” You mock the tone, Seokjin pulls off, giving his tip one last lick. 

“Tell him, princess.”

You grin, wrapping your hand around Namjoon’s shaft, pumping hellishly slow. 

“Come on, Joonie. Be good for us. Ask correctly.”

It takes a few more pumps, Seokjin next to you, kissing your shoulder, before Namjoon lets out a deep whine, voice cracking when he finally speaks. 

“Please stop. I need you to stop before I come. Please, baby.”

“I like that word coming from those lips,” Seokjin giggles, “no offense, princess. It’s just hotter.”

“None taken. I agree a hundred percent.” 

“You two are the worst.” Namjoon’s muffled words send you both into a giggle fit, giving one another a small high five. 

“It’s what we strive to be, Joon.” Seokjin nods in agreement, arms wrapping around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Now, since you clearly need a minute, how about I take care of the princess for a moment?” Seokjin’s lips trail up your neck to your jaw and finally seal your lips with his. He tastes like Namjoon, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t make you want to come right then and there.

Namjoon nods, muttering approval before you’re yoinked away from your boyfriend, giggling when you’re pulled on top of Seokjin. It’s a fumble getting his briefs off as well as your dress, but you manage to do it, out of breath from laughing too much at the end. 

You sit up, your mind in a blissful happiness you can’t describe at the sight of both men on the bed. 

“I’m too lucky.” You whisper, using one hand to steady yourself over Seokjin’s hips, the other wrapping around his cock, giving it a few pumps to coat it with his own precum. His hands find your hips, holding tightly as you align him with your center, sinking down until he’s fully inside. 

“Shit,” you curse, loving the stretch while you slowly lift your hips, circling them at the same time. 

“Come on, princess. Show me what you can do.” Seokjin coos, giving your ass a light spank to encourage you to move. You scoff, grabbing the hand on your ass to hold it there as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him. 

Seokjin’s cock is perfection, honestly. Or as close to it as one can get. Namjoon’s is too. But goddamn Kim Seokjin’s dick can make you see stars. 

Neither of you notice Namjoon getting on his knees to crawl to you, grabbing your face and kissing you like he’s never kissed you before. 

It’s hunger, lust, love, vulnerability, and just everything kissing should be with the one you love. 

You melt into him, your pace slowing again on Seokjin’s hips, your hands reaching to hold your boyfriend’s face. 

It’s not enough. 

“Joonie,” you breathe against his lips, your hips stilling, “I need you.”

“Wait until hyung’s done, baby.”

You shake your head almost too fast, pushing him back a bit. You gesture to Seokjin to fully lay down, laying across his torso, lifting your ass up as if you’re presenting yourself to him. 

“Both, Joonie. Want you both.” You moan against Seokjin’s collarbone, your hips rolling against his own, keeping his cock inside you. 

There’s a breath of a curse and your princess nickname under you, his hands holding your waist as you still. 

“Jagi,” Namjoon chokes in his next breath, eyes focused on your stretched cunt swallowing Seokjin whole, “are you sure?”

“Yes. I need it, baby. Wanna feel you both.”

“You’re not nearly stretched enough.”

“I’m fine. Please.” 

“If she says she’s fine, she’s fine, Joon. Please hurry up.” Seokjin tries to joke, but his jest is cut off by a groan when you lift your hips and slam them back down for some kind of friction. “Princess, behave. I’m trying to help you.”

“Both.” You whimper desperately. “Need you both.”

“Listen to her, Joonie,” Seokjin teases, spreading his legs some, “she needs us. You gave control. Do as she says.” 

“I did not give her control.”

“Joonie.” You cry with another roll of your hips. 

“Shit, Jagi. Okay.” His voice is rushed as he gets in his knees between Seokjin’s legs. 

“He’s so whipped for you, princess.”

You giggle softly into Seokjin’s neck. The three of you have to maneuver around just a little for the right angle, but you finally feel the tip of your boyfriend’s cock along your inner thigh.

You clench at the sensation, quietly apologizing to Seokjin when he gasps. 

“Relax, princess. You have to relax if you want us both.”

“I do. I do, I do.  Want you both.” 

“Kiss me.” Those two words have your head spinning as you lift it to melt your lips to his. 

In the back of your mind, you know what he’s doing. He’s distracting you, giving you something else to focus on and relax. And goddamn does it work. You get so lost in the feeling of his lips, the way his tongue dances with yours, and matching your breathing to his, that you barely notice Namjoon pressing inside of you, cock sliding against Seokjin’s. Not until Seokjin lets out a guttural groan at the pressure. 

Then you feel it.

How full you feel. 

Both men inside you. 

How it should be. 

No choices. No turns. Just together. The three of you. 

The stretch is intense. Borderline painful. But you’re so aroused from just the fact that both the men you love so much are inside you at the same time, that the pain lessens quickly. 

“You okay, Y/N?” Namjoon’s voice echoes against your ear. 

You try to hold yourself up to lean into him, but feel your arms giving out. As if he knows what is happening, because of course he knows, an arm snakes its way around your middle, holding you up against him, allowing you to focus on the feeling of them. 

“Full.” You mutter, hand reaching behind you to run your fingers through Namjoon’s hair. “So full. ‘Sokay though, you can move.” 

His lips press against your ear, then your neck, ending on your shoulder as he gives Seokjin a look before they both nod, alternating their thrusts. Every time Namjoon pulls back, Seokjin pushes further in and vice versa. 

It feels too fucking good. But you can’t do it yet. You can’t come yet. You need the feeling to last longer. You try to prolong the feeling, rolling your hips to meet with Namjoon’s thrust, clenching around him as you do so. 

You shouldn’t have done that. 

Instead of prolonging it, it just forces your orgasm. Your sensitive clit rubs just the right way against Seokjin’s pelvis, making you cry out in complete euphoria. 

“Oh, fuck!” Namjoon’s voice cracks behind you, hips stuttering before pressing flush against you. 

You can feel his cum pooling inside of you, spreading around with your own arousal as Seokjin’s thrusts continue, encouraging Namjoon to keep coming until they both have to pull out from you and Namjoon becoming oversensitive. 

Namjoon falls back from his sitting position on his knees to on his ass, hands holding him up behind him. You roll off Seokjin, eyes shut as you breathe heavily. Your body can’t decide between closing your legs to keep Namjoon’s cum inside and keeping your legs open because of the soreness and sensitivity. 

It takes a few seconds before you hear a body shuffling on the bed and a gasp from beside you. 

“What are you doing?!” Seokjin whisper-shouts. Your eyes fly open as you turn to look at the gorgeous sight beside you. 

Seokjin is still lying down, legs spread. But he’s looking down between them where Namjoon has settled on his stomach, hand cautiously wrapped around Seokjin’s still hardened erection. 

“You haven't come yet.” Namjoon states. 

“So, what? You’re gonna jerk me?”

“No? I was gonna try…sucking.”

You and Seokjin both snicker at the same time, much to Namjoon’s annoyance. 

“Oh. I can’t decide if that was adorable or fucking hot.” Seokjin cackles, a hand holding Namjoon’s face gently. Namjoon tries swatting the hand away, losing very quickly when you’re suddenly laying on your stomach as well, but near Seokjin’s side. 

“It was both. One hundred percent, it was both.” You kiss the cheek not being cradled. “Want some help?”

It’s the way he nods so nervously that makes your heart burst. You grin, settling in closer. 

“Well, you’ve seen me do it a million times. Use the lips, avoid teeth, the balls are fun, always kiss the tip, know your limits.” You give the instruction fairly easily, trying not to giggle at his anxiousness. “You’ll be okay, Joonie. And if you don’t like it, you can stop at any time.” 

“I’d rather he didn’t, though.” 

“Jin.” You warn, glaring at the handsome idiot. 

“Don’t Jin me! You both came already! I’m dying here!”

Namjoon snorts, not hesitating or giving any warning when he leans forward to kiss Seokjin’s tip. 

“Oh— fuck.” Seokjin’s hand leaves Namjoon’s face, hitting the mattress by his thigh, and taking a deep breath when Namjoon slowly wraps his lips around the head, tongue dancing along the slit. 

You watch in awe, giving words of encouragement as Namjoon lowers his mouth further down Seokjin’s cock, trying his best to take as much as he can. His hand cradles his balls, massaging them gently, but giving a small tug every now and again. 

“You’re doing so good, Joonie.” You praise over and over, running your hand through his hair, “make him come, baby. Make him lose control the way you do to me.” 

Namjoon finally hits his gag reflex, coughing slightly around Seokjin. His eyes lift to find Seokjin’s head leaning back, hand hitting the mattress again, fingers digging into the blanket. 

“Careful.” Your eyes widen slightly, resisting the urge to pull him off. If Namjoon wants to stop, he’ll stop. 

Also the sight and sounds are way too erotic to want to stop him. 

Seokjin’s head snaps forward at the feeling of Namjoon’s free hand pulling the hand tangled in the sheets, placing the hand in his hair. 

Their eyes meet. 

Seokjin smiles, his fingers tangling in Namjoon’s hair as the younger’s head lifts to wrap around the tip, tongue teasing it. 

“Goddamn, Joonie, that’s fucking perfect.” Seokjin lets out a light laugh, almost in disbelief at what’s happening. His hand slowly presses his head down, making Namjoon take more of him until it hits the back of his throat again. 

You honestly don’t know what to do yourself. Do you touch them? Join in? Say something? Encourage them to continue? Honestly, you’d rather just sit back and enjoy the visual of your boyfriend and best friend enjoying one another.

You do, however, find yourself rolling your hips against a blanket, soaked center making it perfect for your clit to glide along as you watch. 

And of course, Namjoon knows what you’re doing, even with his best friend’s dick down his throat. The free hand that had Seokjin’s trades with the one cradling his balls, quickly pulling the blanket away from you. You whine in protest, but his hand quickly finds its way between your legs, long fingers collecting up arousal and cum to spread around your clit. 

Your hips buck up closer to his hand, whimpering when a finger finds its way past your entrance, pumping you in perfect timing with the way he bobs his head. 

You know exactly what the fuck he’s doing. 

It takes barely a few minutes of the synchronized bobbing and pumping until Seokjin is almost in tears, moaning loudly as he comes down Namjoon’s throat at the same time your hips lose any and all sense of rhythm, coming around Namjoon’s fingers as you hug Seokjin’s thigh.  

Your come down is broken through when you hear Seokjin mutter come here and both hands grab at Namjoon, pulling him up his body to kiss him. 

To actually kiss him. 

Seokjin kissing Namjoon. 

After Seokjin just came down Namjoon’s throat. 

And Namjoon is kissing him back, open mouth, tongues tangling together. 

This is the fucking dream. 

You mutter a soft curse, lazily grinning at the sight. Seokjin seems to be the only one who hears you, pulling away from Namjoon’s lips with a grin. 

“Happy birthday, Joonie.” Seokjin gives another peck on the lips. Namjoon sighs into the quick kiss, lips faintly chasing the other’s. 

“You finally got your kiss, Jin.” You tease, the three of you giggling together. You scoot back a little bit, letting Namjoon get off Seokjin, laying between you both. 

“Finally.” He laughs as you throw your leg over Namjoon’s right leg, head ducking under his arm to rest on his chest. Seokjin is quick to mimic the position on the opposite side of Namjoon, who seems too blissfully out of it to care about the teasing. 

It’s silent for a moment, but your brain won’t shut up.

And of course, Namjoon knows. 

“So should we have that talk now?” Namjoon’s words are quiet against the silence of the three of you in the afterglow moments. Both you and Seokjin make questioning noises, prompting you to look up. 

“What talk?”

“Jagi…wanna tell him?”

Your eyes widen in a small panic, but Namjoon’s fingers dance along your spine reassuringly. 

You can do this. It’s fine. It’ll be fine. 

“Uh, Jin. I don’t want this to be…like Namjoon and myself in a relationship with you as a bonus. I want the three of us to be…”

“A throuple?” Seokjin’s quick to catch on. Namjoon smiles, eyes shut. 

“If you want. Clearly, you and Joon have something. You and I have something. Obviously Joon and I have something…”

“I’d be happy to be a boyfriend to you both.”

You can feel Namjoon’s heart pounding under your cheek, your own heart doing the same. 

“Yeah? Officially?” You just know the way you’re grinning looks like a child told they’re going to Disneyland, and you don’t fucking care. This is so much better. 

“As long as this guy wants it,” his head jerks up to the man lying between you both, arms wrapped around both of you. He’s got a smug smile with his beautiful puffy lips.

“I do.” Namjoon confirms with a sigh, “dunno how I’m gonna deal with both of you when you’re being brats, but…”

“We are never brats.”

“Yeah!” Seokjin lightly hits Namjoon’s stomach, “maybe it’s just that you are a strict spoilsport. Ever think about that?”

“You’re literally being a brat right now.” Namjoon’s monotone voice cracks with just a hint of amusement. You stay silent, curling up closer to Namjoon as they continue to bicker with a smile. 

“Wow. Day one of our relationship, and you’re already being so rude. Do you even know who I am? How lucky you are?” 

You bite back the laugh, letting yourself fall asleep to the voices of your two boyfriends. 

When you wake up the next morning, it’s to the sound of screaming. But not from either of the men you fell asleep with. 

“Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry! We’ll just…we’ll be out here! Yoongi, come on!” You know that voice. Why is that voice in Greece?

Oh fuck. 

Once the bedroom door closes, you sit up quickly, your head spinning from the sudden position change as you wrap the blanket around your top half. You leap out of bed, trying to find clothes. 

“Y/N? Care to explain?” Namjoon’s voice is higher than normal, still sitting upright in the bed. 

Fuck. 

“This was the wrong way to surprise you.” You throw some shorts, a tank top, some underwear and a bra onto the bed, quickly getting rid of the blanket to change. 

“I was supposed to wake up early and let them in and we’d make breakfast and it’d be a whole big birthday thing. But then we…last night…and I just…forgot.”

“You forgot Yoongi and Jimin were going to be joining us in Greece?” 

“Don’t even start!” You button the shorts around your waist, throwing the tank top on after. “You forgot your own birthday!” 

“He forgot his birthday?” Seokjin makes his appearance from the bathroom, looking as disheveled as you do in his haste to put on clothes. He sits on the bed, toothbrush in his mouth. The only one still naked is Namjoon, who just has a blanket covering his bottom half. 

“For like a moment.” The birthday boy shrugs. You cut him off before he can continue. 

“Whatever. Jin and I will go set things up. You put some pants on and laze about or something, you birthday grump.”

“Not a birthday grump.”

“I thought you’d be happy with your friends out here with us.”

“I am, Jagi. I am and I love you for it. But they just saw both of my partners naked in bed with me and you know I don’t like others seeing what’s mine.”

You have to remind yourself that Yoongi and Jimin are just outside the door. You cannot tease your boyfriend into fucking you right now. 

“Joonie. They’re together. They don’t care about what they see. Yoongi and I are like siblings.”

“He’s still possessive.” Seokjin shrugs, returning to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste. You swap places with him, quickly brushing your teeth and trying not to look like a complete mess. 

Namjoon’s at the door when you leave the bathroom, pants on but no shirt. 

Damn him. 

You pout. But not for the reason he thinks. 

“Thank you for inviting Yoongi and Jimin out here for my birthday, baby.” His voice is softer, hands reaching for your waist. 

“I just wanted it to be a fun birthday.” 

“It’s been a great birthday so far. I’m sure it’ll get even better. Thank you.” He presses his lips to yours, lips tugging into a smile when you melt against him. When he just barely pulls away, he mumbles “I love you, Jagi.” 

“I love you, too.” You sigh against his lips. The sound of something moving on the bed pulls you away, making you laugh when Seokjin appears by you. 

“Excuse me, I paid for their flights. Where’s my thank you kiss?” 

“Shut up, hyung.” Namjoon rolls his eyes, grabbing Seokjin by the back of the neck and cutting off any sassy responses with a kiss. Seokjin melts into him just like you did, but pushes away after a second. 

“Brush your teeth, stinky. You taste like last night. Let’s go, princess.”

Seokjin’s hand grabs yours, pulling you out of the bedroom and into the living room where the two wait. 

“So…” Yoongi’s voice trails, eyes set directly on your joined hands. 

“What’s going on with you three?” Jimin completes the question for Yoongi, who’s sitting on the couch with him, legs crossed and foot tapping the air. 

“We’re uh…together.”

“Did you and Joon break up?”

“Nope.”

“We’re all together now. The three of us.” Seokjin explains further for you. 

Both boys sit there, Jimin with an amused, almost shocked expression, and Yoongi of course stone faced. It’s silent until Yoongi finally smiles. 

“You’re welcome.” Is all he says, standing up from the couch and heading to the kitchen 

“I said it wouldn’t happen. Yoongi said otherwise.” Jimin giggles, bouncing up. “Okay, let’s go make the birthday boy some food!” 

“Nope. You’re banned from kitchens, remember?” Yoongi grabs both of Jimin’s wrists before he can reach for any utensil.

“Minnie, help me decorate and let the old men cook.” You call out, ignoring the shocked gasp from your boyfriend. 

Jimin sighs, joining you, the other banned one, to help decorate. 

Namjoon joins half an hour later, trying to help you and Jimin decorate, only to be banned after he pops a confetti balloon. He tries to help in the kitchen, but Yoongi goes off on him when he tries to cut a vegetable incorrectly. 

“I thought you’re supposed to be nice and loving to people on their birthday.” He grumbles from the couch. 

Jimin has taken over the decorations, his interior design skills coming in handy to make it look perfect. You are settled on the couch next to Namjoon, curling up in his arms. 

“You’re also not supposed to help with your birthday party, silly.” You both laugh, watching the ridiculousness going on in this villa in Greece of all places. 

“Thank you again, baby.” Namjoon whispers against your temple, a kiss following after, “This has been an amazing trip.”

“Of course, Joonie. And thank you for being the man I love. Happy birthday.” You look up, smiling before your lips find his, and you feel whole. Jimin says something and Namjoon pulls away to respond. You take a second to look over at the kitchen. 

Yoongi’s ranting about how annoying grocery shopping is on the island, but Seokjin’s not paying attention. His eyes are on you and Namjoon, handsome face smiling ear to ear. 

You can’t help but smile back. 

You have the man you’ve loved for years and the man you know is your soulmate. You don’t need anything else.

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May Book Review

Happy Place - Emily Henry: Now I came to be horny, and I was instead incredibly SAD. I always expect a little angst when we are looking at exes to lovers, but MAN this was not exes that are gentle enemies to lovers - this was yearning and pain and miscommunication that hurt. Yes it ends horny and happy but STILL I was not emotionally prepared. Overall Rating: 9/10

It Happened One Summer - Tessa Bailey: This is only my second Tessa Bailey book, but I knew I was in for a treat when I saw it was not only slightly enemies to lovers but also grumpy x sunshine. One thing I really appreciate about Tessa Bailey is that she builds up to the angst really well so you always know it's lingering there and something is going to happen, but she does not make you suffer long. If I had suffered long, knowing how hard Piper tried to see Brendan in the end but he didn't know that, I would have sobbed blood frfr. Overall Rating: 10/10 and cannot wait to read the sister book to it

Secretly Yours - Tessa Bailey: Now I am convinced Tessa Bailey books are the reason my standards are so high. I want someone to talk to me the way Julian talked to Hallie - I will not settle for anything less at this point. Everything about this story was so good - I love seeing a structured man get so disheveled over one person. I literally gobble it up every single time. And I won't lie - while the story was wonderful, the smut was what really fucked me up. Absolutely recommend for the smut alone, but it was still enjoyable nonetheless. Overall Rating: 20/10

Radiant Sin - Katee Robert: One thing I really enjoy about Katee Robert is the fact her books all build upon one major plot, but you never feel a story is unfinished because of it. Every relationship is fulfilled while still building on the major plot that you know will continue throughout the rest of the books and I LOVE it. Apollo and Cassandra are definitely one of my faves in the Dark Olympus series. I wouldn't say they are my top bc that spot is being held by my throuple in the last book, but their story was still delicious. VV light D/S vibes and forbidden relationship bc he is her boss. Obsessed. Overall Rating: 9/10

Hook, Line, and Sinker - Tessa Bailey: NOW THIS BOOK I WAS SO READY FOR. After reading It Happened One Summer, I knew I wanted to see something happen with Hannah and Fox. There is something I love about seeing a man with a bad reputation absolutely change all of his ways for one woman and not even realize she is why. He is a Simp - through and through, and I love it. I devoured this book in less than a day bc I could not put it down. There were definitely some parts that made me emotional bc as the youngest sibling, I relate to how Hannah views herself and wants to change things, and her journey was written so well. This and It Happened One Summer are definitely going to be on my reread list once I make it through my TBR. Overall Rating: 10/10

Practice Makes Perfect - Sarah Adams: I will be real and say this book took me awhile to finish. I can partly blame being on vacation, but I wasn't as into it as I wanted to be. There were a lot of heartwarming moments, and I love the grumpy x sunshine trope, but this one definitely reminded me of old school Wattpad fanfic days. I'm pretty sure if you replaced Will with Harry Styles, no one would bat an eye because it was definitely that type of vibe. I do think it was a super cute story, and there as minimal spice if spice isn't something you always want to read. I don't want to not give this book credit bc it was definitely romcom worthy, I think I was just hoping for a little more,,,something. I'm not entirely sure what. Overall Rating: 7/10

[watchmegetobsessed]

THE FEELING IS MUTUAL

A/N: get ready for some extreme fluff, there's italy!harry and a proposal and everything sweet and lovey dovey! it was also inspired by the scene in the dwd trailer you see in the gif!

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: Your little Italian getaway with Harry is something you'll probably remember forever, since it's where Harry has decided to get on one knee.

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You haven’t felt this relaxed in what feels like forever. It’s been way too long since you and Harry had a getaway, a real one where it’s truly just the two of you. No friends, no bandmates, no family, just you and him, hidden away from the rest of the world.

It’s nice to share memories with your loved ones, some of the best trips you’ve had were ones you went on with your friends, but sometimes you just need the alone time, the escape from the busy everydays.

Harry surprised you with a little Italian getaway out of the blue just a week before the initial date of the vacation. By that point he had arranged everything, even got your boss to give you the week off, so you only had to worry about packing your suitcase. 

Now it’s been three days since you left your usual, hectic life behind and you’ve been enjoying every second spent in literal paradise with Harry. The best part of the vacation is that you’re in such a tiny, hidden village, that the people living here couldn’t care less about who Harry is, fame doesn’t seem to exist here. Only maybe for that friendly goat that wanders around the streets every morning and everyone seems to greet it as if they knew it personally. 

As you sit on the terrace of the only restaurant, owned by the loveliest elderly couple, you listen to the music played by the guitarist who also works as a baker. The setting Sun is painting the skies a wonderful mixture of red, orange and blue and you listen to the chatter of the people around you, not understanding a word since they talk in Italian, but you just love the sound of the language so much. 

You’re sharing a tiny table with Harry, sitting next to each other, he has an arm draped over the back of your chair, his fingers gently dancing around in circles over your shoulder, upper arm or side, always touching you in some kind of way. Even though you’re not married, this little getaway has made you feel like you’re on your honeymoon. Sleeping in late, cuddling in the morning that usually turns into some slow, lazy sex, then you visit the market, walking around hand in hand, picking out the fresh ingredients for the meals you plan to make. You have breakfast that almost turns into lunch, then usually lounge around while it’s too hot outside, reading a book while Harry is scribbling into his notebook, filling it with new lyrics ideas. You go to the beach nearby, sunbathe and swim around like little kids, splashing each other until Harry catches you and throws himself into the water with you in his arms, kissing the salty water off your lips. 

The evenings are for cooking or coming down to the restaurant when you’re not in the mood to stand by the stove, you fill your stomach and take a walk once the Sun has settled and the temperature has dropped a bit. Arriving back home you usually end up making love, on the couch, in the shower, in bed, it doesn’t matter, you both are craving to be as close to each other as possible before ending the day, wrapped up in each other’s arms, drifting off to sleep only to wake up to another perfect day.

You’ve never felt more full of love, so contented and satisfied and you wish you could stay like this for the rest of your life. 

Harry leans closer and plants a kiss to your temple, you smile at him, placing a hand to his thigh that’s partially on display thanks to his shorts, but it gives you more access to him which you definitely love. 

“Enjoying your vacation?” he hums as you lay your head to his shoulder and bask in the peace of the moment.

“I love it here. Can we move here?” His shoulder shakes from his laughter before pressing a long kiss to your forehead. 

“We could open a café, or something. Become part of the village.” 

“That would be amazing,” you sigh dreamily. “It could be a café and a bookshop. I bet everyone would love the place.”

“Mmm,” he hums in agreement. 

You love Harry and everything that comes with him. You know that his life as a celebrity is part of him, so you accept it fully. However, sometimes you can’t help but imagine a life where you both are just normal people, blending into the crowd, living a simple life. This could be a version of that simple life, opening a café, working in your own business, maybe starting a family… It will always remain just a fantasy, but it’s nice to picture it.

The guitarist starts a new song and even sings along with it, the Sun has fully dipped underneath the horizon so they have turned on the lights that vine above the backyard, shining like tiny stars over your head. Harry unhooks his arm from around your shoulders and you’re just about to complain when he stands up and holds out a hand for you, hinting that he wants to dance with you. Smiling, you take his hand and the two of you move a bit away from the table, Harry curls one arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest as his other hand holds yours, swaying gently to the music. 

He presses his face close to yours, noses brushing together and his lips are touching yours, but he is not kissing you, only keeping them on yours, a small smile tugging at them as he watches you from under his curly lashes. You melt against him completely, your chest swelling from love and happiness as you slip your free hand to the base of his neck. 

“You’re everything I ever wished for,” he murmurs softly, pecking your lips shortly. “I never thought I would find a person I could love this much.”

“The feeling is mutual,” you smile at him and now it’s your turn to steal a kiss. 

“So you’re saying you love me?” he asks teasingly, his grin stretching wider and wider with each second.

“I do. I love you,” you giggle, moving your arms to curl around his neck while his hands hold your waist.

“You’re madly in love with me?”

“I am,” you nod.

“Good,” he hums with a pleased smile. “Because the feeling is mutual.”

You keep swaying to the music as the song flows into another one, the warm evening breeze carrying that salty scent that will always remind you of the time spent here once you leave. 

“Remember when we first met?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Of course. You spilled beer on me and offered to change shirts so I didn’t have to wear the damp shirt,” you recall the memory with a laugh. Harry just grins nodding.

“I thought: Wow, I think I’m gonna marry this woman. And that thought scared me for a moment,” he confesses. “Because who thinks about marriage the first time they meet someone?” he chuckles, shaking his head. “But I still think the same thing.”

“That you’re gonna marry me?” you ask, your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

“Yeah.”

“And does it scare you still?”

“No. I actually can’t wait to call you my wife,” he tells you.

You were so lost in the moment with Harry, that you haven’t realized the people around you are now watching you with sparklers in their hands. You only notice it when Harry pulls away and reaches into his pocket as he slowly gets down on one knee. He ditched the usual velvety jewelry box, it’s just the massive diamond ring he kept in his pocket, you would have spotted the box right away for sure. A round of gasps and whispers wash over the little terrace, every guest and villager watching the scene holding their breath as Harry looks up at you with the ring between his fingers.

“Would you do me a favor and marry me, so I can finally call you my wife? I want to spend the rest of my life with you, it could be here, it could be in the biggest city in the world, it doesn’t matter as long as I get to be with you. So… Y/N, will you marry me?”

Tears are flowing down your cheeks and you’re afraid your chest might just simply explode from all the feelings. You can barely choke out your answer as you take his face in your hands.

“Yes! Yes!” you nod and practically throw yourself into his arms, everyone around you cheering and shouting in Italian as you kiss him with all the love you have for him. 

You need a couple of minutes before you stop sobbing and he can finally put the ring on your finger before kissing it. You can’t stop hugging and kissing him, but he feels the same way, he just wants to be close to you, holding you in his arms tight, remembering this moment forever.

“Let’s go home, hm? We could use some privacy,” he smirks, kissing you passionately.

“Good idea, fiancé,” you grin at him, and he hisses at the last word, a lustful glimmer sparkling in his eyes as he looks down at you. 

“And what will I be when we get married?” he coos, clearly getting riled up just from the titles you’re calling him.

“My wonderful, handsome husband.”

“That’s right,” he growls, kissing you hard. “Now let’s get you home so I can fuck you while you only wear that new ring of yours,” he says lowly, leaving a stack of money on the table that most likely could cover everyone’s dinner for tonight before he pulls you out of the place and the two of you head home in a rush to spend your first night together as an engaged couple. 

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Hatefuck

Yeah, I could get used to this

bully!wooyoung x female reader

Trigger warnings: bullying

Content warnings: strong language, wine chat with hongjoong (god i wish), crying, wooyoung wears a stupid looking apron.

Summary: it’s been two months and hongjoong demands to know why you’ve pushed everyone away. can wooyoung redeem himself?

Word count: 6342

A/N: i absolutely loved writing this, it made me sad =D anyways, i’ll probably release the third part in a week so i have time to finish the fourth part and decide if i’m doing a fifth or not. its super fucking sweet (and kinda hot tbh) so look forward to it! anyways read part one here! consider giving me a follow here and on my main. submit asks and requests here and consider turning on post notifications for regular uploads! i’ve got a couple things on the docket this week so be looking forward to it!

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It had been two months since Wooyoung left you alone in your bed after rearranging your guts. You made it a point to interact with him as little as possible, not even answering texts or responding when he tried to mess with you. If he approached you, you vacated the area.

 Just as you’d assumed, he’d told all the guys what had happened. So when Seonghwa texted you with a dinner invitation or Mingi sent you a meme, you just ignored their messages. You felt ashamed. You couldn’t walk into that house and pretend you hadn’t fucked one of their best friends when they knew the relationship you had with him. When you saw them on campus, you’d shove your earbuds in and crank up your music before they could approach you while pretending you hadn’t noticed them.

 Hongjoong was getting tired of you giving him the slip. After two months of you actively avoiding all eight of them, he stopped you at the library. He quite literally backed you into a corner on the second floor, which was much quieter than the main floor but still lively, and crossed his arms as he stood over you. “We need to talk. Now.”

 You shook your head. “I have class in fifteen minutes.” It was true. This wasn’t some ploy to dip out on him. You’d come in to grab a coffee and a book between classes. But he didn’t look happy and you found yourself chewing on the inside of your cheek, feeling guilty. “Look, I have to go. Can I just text you when I’m back at my place? I’ll send you the address and we can have a drink and I’ll explain everything.”

 “If you don’t reach out by this evening, I’ll be asking Wooyoung where you live and dropping by regardless.” You nodded and bit the inside of your lip. “I’m not kidding. We need to talk and we will be talking tonight.” His tone was firm but far from cold. He stepped back and motioned for you to go. “Get to class.”

 You immediately scurried off, letting out a sigh of relief at the fact this wasn’t a class you shared with Wooyoung. It was also your last class of the day. Unfortunately, this was a class you shared with Jongho. It had been difficult keeping a distance from the surprisingly-sweet boy when he constantly tried to sit beside you and start up a conversation. You’d managed to scrape by the last two months with awkward pleasantries and light chatter about your programming project.

 When you arrived at the lecture hall, he was already seated towards the middle of the room. You let out another sigh of relief at that, realizing he’d arrived before you and you wouldn’t have to endure another awkward encounter. You settled in at the back of the room and began scrawling notes when class started, counting down the minutes until you were free to leave. You quickly put your headphones in after packing your bag and hightailed it out of the room before Jongho could spot you.

 As you made your way across campus to your car, you pulled out your phone and sent Hongjoong your address. You also told him what drinks you had and said he was welcome to bring something of his own if nothing you had seemed appealing. Then you pocketed your phone and broke into a jog.

 Half an hour later, you were parking in front of your apartment. You thought you’d have a while to straighten up but as you reached the top of of the stairs, you saw Hongjoong sitting by your door. He offered a small smile which you awkwardly returned as he stood so you could open the door. “I thought you were hiding again when you didn’t answer.” He chuckled softly.

 “Ah, no. I get out of class at four. I texted you while I was heading to my car.” You explained as you unlocked the door. Both of you walked inside and slipped your shoes off. You hung your bag on the hook by the door and shrugged your jacket off, hanging it beside your bag before looking to Hongjoong. “I can take your coat if you’d like.”

 He quickly shed the extra layer and you hung it beside yours before leading him to the kitchen. It was quiet and awkward as you busied yourself with pulling out glasses for the wine he’d chosen. You poured the wine and passed him a glass before heading to sit on your sofa with him. You sat with your legs curled beneath you, your back against the arm rest, and he sat with one leg hanging off the couch as he faced you.

 “Y/n, what the hell happened?” His voice was low and full of worry. “I know you two hooked up but you’ve been avoiding all of us like the plague. We miss you.” You felt guilty and couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze as you spoke up.

 “You know how much he hates me after I told him I wouldn’t go out with him. He goes out of his way to make things harder for me. I’m surprised he’s actually left me alone outside of group work the last two months if I’m being honest.” You sighed, your eyes glued to the glass in your hand. “I gave in that night because I desperately needed to get railed. But as soon as it was over and I was laying alone in my bed, still covered in cum, I realized I’d fucked up. I knew he’d tell you all what had just happened and he’d be so smug about it. I knew nothing was really gonna change. I realized he just knew even more about how to get under my skin and he’d use that to his advantage. I was ashamed and embarrassed and didn’t want to face you guys for fear of what he might’ve said.”

 He took everything in quietly, nodding along as you spoke. “He didn’t tell us until a week later when he was having an argument with Seonghwa.” He paused and you bit your lip. “I’m not excusing how he’s treated you the last two years, that’s unacceptable, but I’ll be honest with you. He’s still head over heels for you. He’s been so irritable recently and nobody can mention your name without him getting crabby. Up until two months ago, almost every word out of his mouth was about you but now none of us can bring you up without pissing him off.”

 “Well he should’ve thought about how it would affect him before he effectively broke into my house.” You huffed and took a gulp of wine. “I’m honestly just surprised he’s stopped interacting with me in the last couple of weeks. Even after we slept together, he would come take whatever book I was reading or try to start an argument but I just kept blowing him off and I guess he finally took the hint.”

 “Y/n, I need you to stop.” You looked up with an irritated expression and he continued. “I’m not saying forgive him or even talk to him. But the rest of us didn’t do anything to deserve being iced out. We all really like you and want you to keep coming around.”

 “That’s the problem though.” You sighed, sipping your drink again. “The night I came over to work on the project, he was complaining about you guys being so friendly with me. Now I wouldn’t say we were particularly close, you all were nice enough to try and bring me into the fold. But he absolutely hated it. He insisted I had heart eyes after talking to Seonghwa and that I wanted to fuck all of you. In all honesty, the thought never crossed my mind, so I don’t know what he was so pressed about. I was more concerned with the fact that the best friends of someone who seems to hate me wanted to get close to me. I felt like I needed to keep some distance because it’s hard to be part of a friend group and have beef with one person in particular within the group. I know you guys are a package deal.”

 “We are indeed.” He agreed with a nod and sipped his wine. “But honestly we’ve all started to suffer since you vanished. Everyone is blaming him for driving you away - rightfully so - and we’ve all been arguing. He picks fights with all of us, saying we have no reason to be concerned for you and that he’s the only one who can worry about you. He’s convinced we’re all hopelessly in love with you. Don’t get me wrong, you’re great. But like you said, the thought never crossed our minds.”

 “Not even a little?” You teased, laughing quietly when he lightly kicked your knee. Then you grew serious again and bit your lip. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be treating you guys like this just because I’m ashamed of sleeping with him. It’s not fair to you guys. I’m just not sure how to move forward and deal with him without dealing with him. I’ve taken all I can take over the last two years and I’ve seriously considered dropping out or transferring schools to avoid him. If he hadn’t taken my rejection so poorly, maybe we could’ve moved past everything and been friends. He seems like a great guy when I see him with the rest of you guys and if he had stayed like that with me, maybe none of this-”

 Your phone buzzed, signaling a message. “Speak of the devil.” You laughed ruefully when you saw his name displayed on your screen. What the hell did he want?

 Bastard: whatever Hongjoong says, it’s not true

 You: so you’re not dying to see me and regretting every bad thing you’ve ever done?

 You wanted to mess with him a little. You locked your phone and turned your attention back to Hongjoong. “I’m not telling you to subject yourself to his bullshit again, but please stop pushing the rest of us away. They all feel like they’ve done something to upset you even though they know otherwise. Jongho comes home with a pout, complaining his favorite noona won’t talk to him in class.”

 “I can’t possibly be his favorite noona.” You shook your head as a small smile settled on your lips. “The class I just had, we’re in that one together and every time I get there before him, he seeks me out and sits with me. He chatters on excitedly about everything going on in his life and the last two months I’ve just been nodding along. The conversations have gotten awkward because I’ve pushed everyone away. I feel bad but I’m not entirely sure how to face Wooyoung.”

 “Why don’t you join us for dinner tomorrow and see how things go? You can ignore him and just enjoy spending time with the rest of us. They’ll all be thrilled to see you again.” He nudged you with his knee. “He’s been eating in his room recently anyways because every meal with him has just resulted in everyone fighting.”

 You weren’t sure. You wanted to see them but you didn’t know how to handle things if you had to see him. Hongjoong sensed your apprehension and leaned forwards, taking your hand and giving you a warm smile. This was all the convincing you needed. “Okay. I’ll come to dinner. I feel like I owe everyone an apology. But keep it a secret, yeah? I kinda wanna surprise them.” You grinned and his smile grew wider.

 “I can do that.” He agreed instantly, nodding vigorously as he sat back. “So…how have classes been? Or rather, how have you been in general?” He asked, opening up the conversation to flow in a more lighthearted direction.

 “Classes are beating my ass right now.” You groaned and took another gulp of your wine, finishing your glass and setting it aside. “Honestly, if it weren’t for your invitation, I’d probably be spending tomorrow night studying. Finals season is closing in and if I have to keep looking at code and business lingo, I’m going to gouge my fucking eyes out.”

 He could only laugh at your misery, nodding along in agreement. You continued to chat for another hour before he stood. “It’s almost six so I should go. They’re about to start on dinner and I told Yeosang I’d help him tonight.” You stood with him and led him to the door, saying your goodbyes. He caught you in a tight hug before leaving you alone in your apartment, a small smile on your face. It felt good to let everything out and catch up with him. Hongjoong had a way of comforting everyone who came to him with a problem. You went to take the glasses back to the kitchen and saw your phone light up again.

 Bastard: ….okay, maybe. But you shouldn’t be hearing that from him. I think we should talk.

 You: I don’t know if we should, Wooyoung. I don’t know if I have the energy anymore. I’m so tired.

 Bastard: Can I come over? Please? I promise I won’t try anything funny. I just want to clear things up. Plus I’m on dishes tonight but they won’t make me do them if I’m not here to eat lmao

 You: Wow. A whole child. Fine. But one misstep and you’re gone.

 Bastard: Thank you. I’ll be there in ten.

 You: Then you can help cook. I’m making meatball subs.

 Bastard: You’re a sub

 You: Thin ice, buddy

 Bastard: Sorry

 You put your phone down and picked up the glasses, heading to the kitchen with them. You put them in the sink and pulled out a pot, putting it on the stove. You began your prep work and by the time you were done, Wooyoung was knocking at your door. You let out a sigh and went to let him in.

 “I’m sorry. You didn’t respond so I don’t know if you saw it but I’m sorry about the sub thing.” You almost laughed when that was the first thing he said. You stepped aside to let him in and just shook your head, letting out a sigh.

 “I saw. I didn’t have a response so I just went about my business.” You shrugged and locked the door back, as was habit. He kicked his shoes off and followed you to the kitchen. “I have a couple rules.” He looked at you expectantly so you continued. “If I say stop, you shut your mouth. Also, as punishment, I want you to wear this goofy-ass apron.” You held up a frilly pink apron with ‘Kiss the Cook’ emblazoned across the chest.

 He groaned in frustration but put the apron on and you got to work, directing him around the kitchen. While the food was cooking, you were standing shoulder to shoulder with him at the stove. You decided now was as good a time as ever to bring up something Hongjoong said. “You’re the only one who can worry about me, huh?” Your voice was quiet and your eyes didn’t leave the sauce you were making. “Kinda funny coming from the one who created every scenario in which someone could worry about me.”

 “I- uh-“ he cleared his throat awkwardly and you saw his knuckles go white as he gripped the spoon tighter. “Look, I know I’ve been an ass.” That was an understatement. “I’ve treated you like shit since you turned me down. I’m not gonna try to deny that. I just felt like if I didn’t mess with you, I couldn’t talk to you because things would be awkward after you rejected me. I felt like I couldn’t approach you normally after that and innocent teasing became full blown bullying. I’m not trying to excuse anything, I just wanted to explain why I acted that way. I know I’m in the wrong for everything that happened over the last two years.”

 “You are.” You nodded, stirring away at the sauce. “Honestly, if you’d just acted like nothing happened, we wouldn’t be in this predicament. We could’ve been pretty close. I wouldn’t feel awkward befriending the others while trying not to step on your toes and make things worse for myself.” You sighed and dropped the handle of the wooden spoon, turning to face him. He stared down at the food, refusing to look at you. He looked like a scolded child.

 “I’ll sound like a bitch if I say I’m blaming you. But honestly, I’m okay with that. I do blame you for how things went south. I’m not gonna pretend to understand and follow your logic, it doesn’t make sense to me, but I will agree you had every right to feel hurt when I said no. Everyone feels hurt after a rejection. I just wish you’d been fucking normal about it instead of treating me like shit. I seriously considered dropping out or transferring to a different university or changing my major to get away from you. I dreaded seeing you. But after you fucked me dumb and dipped, only to resume your bullshit, I couldn’t keep doing it. I gave up. Your shit wasn’t worth the energy when I could be doing more productive things.”

 He looked like he wanted to cut in but he kept his mouth shut, his ears going red. If his hair hadn’t been hanging over his eyes, you would’ve seen them watering a bit. “I was relieved when you stopped trying to bother me. I finally felt like I could walk around campus and not dread running into you. But I had already started icing out everyone else and they didn’t deserve that either. I guess Hongjoong got fed up with your antics at home and me brushing them off every day because he cornered me today and demanded to talk.”

 After a few seconds of silence, you turned back to the sauce and continued to stir. The silence didn’t last though. “I’m sorry.” You felt like you hadn’t heard that right. He’d never apologized to you before. “I’m sorry for everything. I didn’t realize how hard I was making things for you. I knew I was willfully being an ass but I didn’t realize you’d considered dropping out just so I’d leave you alone. Hell, I never knew I made you cry until a few months ago when Hongjoong lit into me after chatting with you. I don’t want you to leave. You didn’t deserve any of what I did and I’m sorry.”

 You didn’t speak, just nodded as you listened. He stopped messing with the food and simply stood there as he spoke. “Nothing about what I did was normal. I spent the last couple weeks reflecting on everything and I started therapy. I know I don’t deserve forgiveness. I want it desperately but I know I don’t deserve it. I haven’t done anything to earn it.”

 The two of you stood in silence again for a brief moment before you spoke up. “You’re right. You haven’t done a damn thing to earn it. You haven’t done anything to show me you’re going to change. You showed up to talk but you haven’t proven anything. You don’t deserve it, you’re right.” He let out a soft sigh and you turned to him again. “But for some godforsaken reason, I feel inclined to give it to you.”

 He looked up from the food, surprise written all over his face as he turned his head to look at you. You stood there staring at each other, faces heating up from the weight of each others gazes before he finally spoke. “But….why? I mean, even if I hadn’t been an asshole for two years, leaving you alone that night would’ve been enough for you to cut me out. We went hard. You were bound to need aftercare and I just bounced. I mean, shit, I was bruised up from all the hitting and that bite, I can’t imagine you were in better shape. That alone would’ve been enough for you to be done with me even if we hadn’t had a strained relationship at best. So why?”

 “That’s an excellent question that I don’t have an answer for.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around your middle. “And I can confirm, I was indeed in worse shape. You left hickeys everywhere and I had bruises on my hip and wrists from how tightly you held me. And let’s not forget how irritated my knees were from that position.” You laughed in spite of yourself and shook your head. “I can’t make it make sense, Wooyoung. Maybe I’ve lost the ability to put up with shit. Maybe you fucked it right out of me.”

 For the first time ever, he gave a genuine laugh at something you said. It wasn’t hateful, it didn’t intimidate you. He genuinely sounded joyful as he fully turned to face you rather than just looking at you over his shoulder. You tensed noticeably as he wrapped his arms around you, still laughing even as he pulled you into his chest. It was strange being held like this by him of all people but you didn’t hate it. You were about to wrap your arms around his waist when he opened his mouth. “Kitten retracted her claws.” He snorted and you glared up at him, swatting his chest.

 “You ruined it. It was going so well and you ruined it.” You deadpanned as he looked down at you in confusion, his laughter stopping immediately. He quickly caught on and gave you a sheepish grin as he reached up, slapping his own lips and muttering a soft ‘sorry’. You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes as a smile tugged at your lips. “You’re fucking stupid sometimes. Don’t make it a habit.” You let out a soft laugh and gently pushed him away, returning to the sauce, which was now ready to be poured over the meatballs. “I think….if you can keep acting like this, things can work out. Minus the names, of course. I only let partners give me pet names.” You gave him a pointed look.

 He nodded slowly, helping you lift the pan to pour the sauce over the meatballs. “I can do that. I’ll stop with the names too. If I call you a name, you can flick my forehead or something. Just don’t give me a concussion, I’ll probably slip up a lot. I’m kind of an idiot, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He snorted, his body shaking with laughter.

 You could feel the vibrations of his laughter in his chest against your back. You didn’t know why he chose to stand behind you and wrap his arms around you to help but the position felt intimate. He’d had you in far more intimate positions before but something about the shift in his personality paired with this action made your face heat up. You cleared your throat as you shook yourself back to reality and shook your head. “I can’t make any promises on the concussion.” You chuckled as he backed away, laughing softly with you.

 He grew quiet after a moment and you could feel his eyes boring holes into your back as you mixed the meatballs into the sauce. “This is nice…” his voice was just above a whisper and you gave a tiny nod before directing him to grab the cheese from the fridge while you got the bread.

 “Hongjoong invited me for dinner. They’re gonna be confused as hell tomorrow when I rock up and you try to make conversation instead of hiding in your room to avoid me.” You hummed as you began to assemble the sandwiches. You handed him a plate and shooed him off to the table while you fixed your plate. When you joined him at the table, you tilted your head and stared at him. “How have they been? I know I talked to Hongjoong and he said everyone’s been fighting. He said Jongho’s been all pouty. Has it really been that hard on everyone?”

 He nodded almost instantly and you felt your heart sink. “I’ve been….sensitive about it all and bitching every time they bring you up. They’re mad at me for driving you off and they’re honestly hurt that you just disappeared overnight. I think it’s safe to say everyone misses you.”

 You nodded slowly and began to eat, feeling guilty for being the source of this mess. “Well, now that you and I have come to some sort of agreement on things, they’ll be seeing a lot more of me than they ever did. Not as much as you did, but still.” You gave a little laugh at his stunned expression and shook your head. “It’s okay to joke about it. I may get a little indignant but that’s normal teasing and I can accept it. Teasing is okay.” You assured him and he nodded, continuing to eat.

 It was oddly nice sitting with him and chatting over dinner. The two of you chattered on about all sorts of things, eventually lamenting about the programming project and how much still had to be done before it was time to submit it in three weeks. “Like I told Joongie, if I have to keep looking at code, I’m gonna gouge my eyes out.” You groaned, slumping in your seat. He laughed and nodded but stared at you for an uncomfortably long time and you were about to ask if something was on your face when he spoke.

 “You know, I was just thinking about it. You have nicknames for everyone else but you’ve only ever called me ‘asshole’. Now that we’re working on things, do I get a nickname too?” He looked hopeful and excited, like a puppy, and you felt warm inside. Yeah, you thought, I can get used to this.

 “Well first off, I don’t have nicknames for everyone.” You rolled your eyes as a smile settled on your face. “I don’t have a name for Yeosang, Mingi, or Jongho. Maybe I’ll call Yeosang Sangie or something.” You chuckled and crossed your arms. “Why don’t I just call you Woo like the rest of them do? Or Wooyoungie?”

 “I like both of those.” He wasn’t about to admit how much he liked them. The guys used those names for him and it was just…normal. But hearing you say it? He felt like he’d just been washed in battery acid. He was still hopelessly in love with you but he wasn’t sure he’d ever tell you that. He didn’t know Hongjoong had already spilled the beans though. He cleared his throat after a moment of silence and stood, taking the apron off. “It’s already almost eight. I should go. We’ve both got a ton of homework to do.”

 You nodded and stood with him, taking the apron and draping it over the back of your chair. “Do me a favor?” You hummed as you walked him to the door. He looked up at you as he slid his shoes on, waiting for your request. A grin broke out on your face as you spoke. “Don’t tell them you were here and that we’re mostly okay now. Hongjoong is the only one who knows I’ll be there tomorrow, I told him to keep it a secret because I want to surprise them. I think it’ll confuse them further if we’re just…getting along after two years of fighting.”

 He laughed and nodded. “Gladly. They think I’m at a bar looking for girls right now anyways.” Why did that bother you? You shook it off and laughed with him, seeing him off and locking up behind him. Once alone, you let out a sigh.

 “What the hell did I just get into?”

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  Hongjoong had texted you twenty minutes ago saying they were halfway done cooking. You’d taken ten minutes to freshen up your makeup and redo your ponytail before gathering everything you’d need. Ten minutes later, you were standing at their front door. You’d texted Hongjoong and Wooyoung both to notify them of your arrival and now you were trying to calm yourself before knocking. You were excited.

 You knocked and it took a few minutes for the door to open but when it did, a stunned Mingi stood before you. You stood there with a bright smile as you waited for some sort of response. Finally, you were engulfed in a warm hug and he pulled you inside. “Oh my god. Hi. I didn’t know you were coming.”

 “I told Joongie to keep it a secret. He came by my place yesterday to talk and invited me to dinner.” You explained as you gently pulled back so you could remove your shoes and drop your bag. Mingi took your jacket and put it on the hook by the door before leading the way to the kitchen, where everyone was getting seated at the table.

 At first, no one really noticed and San called out without looking up, asking who was at the door. When Mingi didn’t answer, he looked up and one by one they all noticed your presence. All of them looked shocked but delighted as you waved. Wooyoung patted the space between himself and Hongjoong and you sat between them as everyone voiced their surprise. “Joongie came to see me last night and invited me for dinner.” You explained as Seonghwa jumped up to fix you a bowl. It was uncomfortably quiet as they all looked at you, perplexed as to why you showed up seemingly out of nowhere. “So…what’s up?” You looked around, starting to feel uncomfortable at the silence and the way they all stared at you.

 That seemed to be the kick needed to start the conversation and the room filled with chatter as Seonghwa placed a bowl of rice in front of you and gestured to all the dishes in the center of the table as if to tell you to dig in. As everyone tucked in, Hongjoong leaned over towards you. “Thank you for coming.” He whispered and you offered him a small smile.

 As you turned back to your food, Wooyoung placed a piece of meat on your rice and you muttered a tiny thanks as the rest of them exchanged quizzical glances. Hongjoong was the only one who expected the exchange so you weren’t surprised when Seonghwa’s narrow gaze zeroed in on you. “Okay, what’s going on here? You show up out of nowhere and suddenly he’s playing nice. What is happening?”

 “Well….Joongie stopped by last night and we talked about how I just dipped on you guys and how it was affecting you all. I recognize it was wrong of me to let my issues with Woo get in the way of our friendship and I’m sorry for cutting you guys off.” You sighed softly and sipped your water before continuing. “Not even ten minutes after Joongie left, Woo was at my door. We talked things over and he apologized for everything. We aren’t entirely okay yet, but I think there’s hope.” You explained, everyone quiet save for the sounds of them munching away and sipping their water.

 Yunho was the first to speak. “I mean, you gave him a nickname that wasn’t ‘asshole’ so things must be looking up.” He chuckled and everyone erupted in laughter as you nodded.

 “He actually asked me to give him a different nickname over dinner last night.” You laughed and picked up the meat he’d given you, quickly shoving it in your mouth followed by a spoonful of rice. “I told him he had to stop giving me nicknames though. He should pick one or two and stick with it.” You laughed, holding your hand in front of your mouth so no one saw your chewed food.

 Dinner went smoothly, everyone involving you in conversation and Wooyoung repeatedly putting meat and veggies in your bowl. It was strange but pleasant and certainly not unwelcome. When all the food was gone and everyone was leaving the room, Seonghwa reminded Wooyoung that he was on dishes tonight since he skipped out last night. He pouted but dragged himself from his seat and began to gather the dishes from the table. You stood and decided to give him a hand, bringing the dishes over while he got started on washing them. “You wash, I dry?” You hummed as you brought the last bowls over.

 He looked at you surprised before smiling and shaking his head. “Ah, you don’t have to.” You didn’t listen, picking up the dish towel anyways.

 “You helped with dinner last night.” You shrugged. He stared at you, not moving until you nudged him. Finally, he gave in and sighed, muttering something about your stubborn streak and handing you the first bowl.

 You shared banter as the two of you cleaned up and after a few minutes, everything was clean. You were about to head to the living room with the others when you felt wet hands on your cheeks. You let out a soft squeal and threw the towel at him, laughing as you started to wipe your face. You didn’t get very far before his large hands were back on your face. You went back and forth like this for a few minutes, laughter filling the room, before he stopped. His hands had dried by then so there was no more water to wipe on your face.

 But something in him broke when you looked up at him with that smile. There was a sparkle in your eyes he’d never gotten the chance to see. He’d been going about everything all wrong the last two years. He could’ve been having fun with you like this but instead he was making your life miserable. You froze as he hurriedly pulled you against him, burying his face in your neck. “W-Woo…”

 He shook his head as he held you. “I’m not gonna.” It was a simple reassurance that he wasn’t about to try to get you in bed again. “I just…I’m sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry.” He whispered, he breath tickling your neck. He sounded close to tears and you instinctively wrapped your arms around him.

 “I won’t lie and say it’s okay.” Your voice was soft and warm. “But we’re moving past that now.” Your hands splayed out over his back, rubbing circles there to soothe him. “It wasn’t okay. But we will be.” Those words were the last straw for him and you felt his shoulders shake, his breath hot on your skin as he let out a quiet sob.

 You stayed like that for a few minutes, rubbing his back as he cried into your shoulder and repeated soft ‘I’m sorry’s. Your heart broke and you credited that to how softhearted you were. When he finally pulled back to wipe his tears, your hands moved to his cheeks, not letting him back away. “I’m not gonna be able to forget and erase the last two years. But I do forgive you.” You murmured as your thumbs swiped his tears away.

 It was strange being there for him in such a raw moment after everything that had happened. His eyes were full of regret as he looked down at you and you gave a tiny smile, pulling him closer. You leaned up on your tippy toes and kissed his forehead and he almost broke down all over again. “I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve for you to just…let me in. How can you be so nice to someone who hurt you so many times?” You just shrugged and continued to run your thumbs over his cheekbones.

 “I dunno.” You said simply as your hands fell from his face. He caught them in his before they could drop back to your sides. “I always told myself that if you treated me like you treat everyone else, it wouldn’t be hard to get close to you. You’re a fun person. I can see that much even with my warped view of you. You’re the life of the party. The mood maker. You’re so smart and you build people up. I was honestly kind of jealous whenever you told the others they were doing a good job on the project but you didn’t so much as look in my direction. I felt invalidated. I knew not to expect much from you.”

 He looked hurt by your words. You could see that without him making eye contact as he played with your fingers. “But I can already see a change in you. You seem to regret everything and you’ve even started therapy. I must say, I never thought I’d live to see the day The Jung Wooyoung broke down in my arms.” You both gave a soft huff of laughter and he sniffled quietly. “I know you’re making an effort to better yourself and repent for everything you put me through. And I appreciate that so much.”

 “You blocking us all out gave me time to think and I came to a realization.” He looked up from your hands and met your gaze. “I thrived off our interactions. I knew I was pissing you off but at least I was getting to talk to you and be around you. I realized what I was doing to you wasn’t healthy. I wanted to keep you in my life and I knew I could only do that if I changed.” Your face was starting to flush under the intensity of his stare. “I’m gonna keep trying to be a better person so I don’t run you off again. I know I haven’t given you anything but my word, which shouldn’t mean shit to you at this point, but I’m trying.”

 “I know.”

[romance-lover77]

Newt Scamander x Fem Muggle Reader Part 3

Part 2 is here

Plot: Theasus comes to warn you and Newt that the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol are taking Muggles away from their witch/wizard spouses. Your baby is almost here!

Warning: This might not be the best writing

It has been a week since Queenie and Jacob have arrived, and when You and Newt finally had your alone time ;).

Queenie and Jacob had left back to New York because the bakery couldn’t be left unattended but they promised to come when your baby was born. Newt had decided to take a vacation and stay to take care of you. He had just put Lottie to bed and was now getting into bed where you were reading a book. You put down your book and look at him with a soft smile. “Thank you Newt for putting her to bed, you have no idea how grateful I am”. Newt just nuzzles his nose on your chest, “You don’t have to be grateful, it’s my job to put her to bed too, I will do anything you ask me to do “. Your heart was fluttering and you were running your hand through his hair. Then you suddenly felt his lips kissing your breasts making you want to let out a small moan but you held it in. You patted his shoulder while chuckling, “Newt not now, we got to wake up early tomorrow remember, to take Lottie to her first day at school”.

Now that Lottie was 5 years old it was her time to go to kindergarten and tomorrow was her first day. She won’t be going to Hogwarts until she’s 11 but something worried you. Dumbledore has told you that at a young age wizards/witches showed signs of magic, but he also told you that some who were from wizarding families, were unfortunate to not have powers of magic and they were called Squibs. It worries you because Lottie hasn’t shown signs of any magic. You would still love Lottie with magic or without magic but you just wanted her to be happy.

Newt didn’t stop though he kept kissing you and went up to your neck knowing your weak spot. Your eyes closed with pleasure and you felt something touch your leg making your eyes widened. You didn’t even have to look, you already knew that it was Newt’s erected member. “Newt trust me I want this too but we really can’t, we won’t wake up early if we do this”.

Newt stops kissing your neck and faces you, this was a completely different Newt. His eyes filled with lust and hunger, “I'll make it quick I promise”. Without letting you speak he starts kissing your lips and you let out a giggle. Newt grins, laying you down and both of you kissing, literally ready to get on with it when a sudden loud noise comes from the sitting room and it sounds exactly when someone apparates. Both of you hearing Theasus' voice “Newt! Y/N!, are you here?”. You and Newt sit up immediately wondering what Theasus was doing here at these hours, both of you looking at each other confused. Newt then looked really annoyed because his brother had interrupted his private moment with you and because it was his brother. Newt gets up from bed as well as you, but it took you more effort to get up since the baby is so heavy. Newt stops you “don’t get up, stay here and rest. I’ll see what Theasus wants”. For some reason you had a bad feeling about this because why would Theasus come at these hours, it was very strange and you wanted to know. “No Newt i’m coming too, I want to know what Theasus wants to say, he called me as well”. Newt knew that he couldn’t stop you so he helped you stand up and helped you put on your slippers. Both of you go to the sitting room only to see a nervous Theasus. Newt looked very annoyed just seeing him, “What do you want?”

You were just beside Newt, still feeling like something bad is going to happen.``Hello Theasus what brings you here at these hours?”. Theasus looked at both of you with anguish and without letting a second pass. “Y/N you have to get out of here and hide now!”. Both surprising you and Newt. This bad feeling was getting stronger and you were about to answer when Newt spoke first. He had a frown and expressed worry, “Theasus what are you talking about? Why does y/n have to do something like that?”.

You also couldn’t help expressing worry “Theasus tell us what’s happening?”

Theasus sighed and tried to calm down to explain as fast as possible. Looking at both you and Newt, “Look I have to say this as fast as possible, something strange is happening in the Ministry of Magic, the law was changed here in the UK, Wizards/Witches can’t be married to Muggles anymore and the Magical Law Enforcement are going to each Muggle who is married to witch or wizard taking them away and later obliviate them. Forgetting forever that they were married to a Witch or Wizard. Y/n they are coming for you!”. Newt looks horrified and you are horrified as well. You couldn’t imagine a life without Newt, you would die without him and Lottie,what would happen to Lottie without her mom(you).

Newt immediately grabbed your hand pulling you!?”

Newt didn’t answer, he looked and he stopped to look at Theasus. '`Do you know a way?”

“Yes I do”, Theasus said. You were really

Newt then said “ Theasus can you help Lottie get ready”, and Theasus nodded and immediately went to Lottie’s bedroom

Newt once again pulled you, taking you to the bedroom and sat you down on the bed. He grabbed his wand and made a movement with it and did an incantation “Pack”.His suitcase opened, the wardrobe opened itself and Newt’s and your clothes started floating. The clothes were folding themselves and packing themselves. You were sitting there dumbfounded not knowing what was happening and you couldn’t speak a word because you were scared. Newt then grabbed one of his coats and one of your coats. Placing them on the bed and then grabbing his boots and your shoes (mid heels because this was the 30s or 40s) . Newt then started putting your shoes on both of your feet. You could finally speak “Newt, what are we doing? I-I don’t know what’s happening”. Newt finally looks at you and he has an anguished expression,”Y/n what do you think we are doing, we are leaving….I can’t bear losing you”.

You also couldn’t bear being separated from Newt and forgetting him forever, and you would also have to forget your daughter Lottie. Your heart ached just thinking about it and tears started forming in your eyes. “I also can’t bear being separated from you… I’m just so scared like where the heck are we going to run off to Newt? What if they find us no matter what?”. Newt started putting on your coat for you, “They aren’t going to find us, we are going to Jacob’s and Queenie’s in the meanwhile”. Newt then started putting on his own boots and coat. You couldn’t help saying

“Aren’t we just going to make it worse, it’s a crime to run away and if they do find us, they will arrest you and might put you in Azkaban, Newt you’ve told me that that’s the most horrible place to ever be in and Lottie will be alone, they will put her in an orphanage, Oh my goodness”, Your hands covered your face and you started sobbing. Newt hugged you and his hand rubbing your back “I won’t let any of that happen I promise”. You let your hands fall to your lap and Newt then kissed your forehead which made you calm down a little, and he then lowered his face to your face. Placing a kiss on your lips and you kissed back until both of you heard Theasus’ voice from the sitting room. “We have to leave now!”

Both you and Newt quickly stood up and went to the sitting room where Theasus was carrying Lottie and her trunk. Lottie looked sleepy and rubbed her eyes while yawning. “Mommy, Daddy uncle Theasus says that we are going to Aunt Queenie’s place but I told him that I have school tomorrow”. You and Newt frowned knowing that Lottie won’t be able to experience school but Newt wasn’t risking it. You were going to answer to Lottie but Newt beat you to it.

“Sweetie don’t worry, you are just going to miss some days of school. It won't be the end of the world and we are going to go on an adventure. Then we will come back”. Newt then cupped Lottie’s face and gave her a weak smile and Lottie nodded. In reality Newt was terrified inside and tried to seem happy for Lottie. You also tried putting on a smile but it was so hard to do, your mind just kept going back to the what ifs.

“Come on, let's go!” Theasus said

Newt grabbed your hand and all of you were leaving the house from the front door but then you were confused stopping at mid way while still holding hands with Newt. “Wait”. Theasus and Newt looked at you wondering why you stopped

“How are we getting out of the country? we can’t use a port key or apparate because i’m pregnant, did you guys actually think this through?”

Newt held your hand tighter and Theasus answered your question, “Don’t worry My place has a floo powder chimney that is in the network and will take us directly to your friend’s house”.

This seemed to calm you down and you put on a brave face “Okay let’s go”.

(side note, Newt is taking his suitcase where all his creatures are and also packed the clothes in there. Pickett hasn’t had the opportunity to be with Newt :( )

All of you were sitting in a Taxi car where a driver was taking you to the destination and the reason is because you had to stay low. Not to cause any attention especially to Magical folks so that you won’t get found out . Lottie was sleeping on your lap peacefully, while you were looking at the window asking why is this happening, and wishing that you were a witch because if you were , none of this would be happening. You started to feel some small cramps but decided to ignore it.

Newt was also really silent looking at the window until he asked Theasus “ You really don’t know who is doing all this?”. You looked attentive,interested on Theasus answer.

“No I don't, strangely, No one does but I imagine the Minister of Magic does. I believe that something is being hidden”.

“You don’t think it can be Grindlewald?” You asked

“But we defeated Grindlewald years ago, It can’t be him”. Newt said while his heart was beating fast, part of him worrying that it might be Grindlewald. Theasus shakes his head, “It can’t be him, he is locked up in Nurmengard. If he had escaped there would be news about it everywhere”. Newt grabs your hand and squeezes it, you squeeze back“We have to find out who’s behind all of this, Theasus we have to go see Dumbledore”

Theodore sighs, “I was thinking that as well”.

Finally the Taxi had brought you to Theasus place, it was a flat somewhere in London. The streets were empty and quiet because it was midnight .You could only hear the air and the owls hooing. All of you get out of the Taxi and Newt pays the driver. Next thing you knew the taxi was gone. Theasus was carrying sleeping Lottie once again and her suitcase, and Newt held his suitcase in his left hand and he was holding your hand with his right hand.

Something didn’t feel right, you had a feeling that someone was watching over all of you. Theasus then said “Alright follow me”. All of you started walking until suddenly cramps took over you and you closed your eyes from the pain . Newt saw this and frowned. “What's wrong?”.. Theasus turned around and stopped as well “Everything alright?” You really didn’t want to worry anyone, “Nothing this baby is just so heavy, just the pain of always, don’t worry, let’s keep going”. Newt didn’t look convinced, Knew you like the back of his hand but didn’t say anything. You all walked up to the stairs and to the front door where the door opened itself. In that very moment your hairs stand up from your neck, and your eyes widened because there was someone definitely behind you guys. Theasus says”Come on in”

Your eyes were full of fear, Newt felt that you squeezed his hand really tightly. He looked at you wondering what was wrong. “Newt they’re here”. Newt’s eyes widened in fear and Theasus heard you. Both Newt and Theasus turn around and see the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol Wizards/ Witches.. There was something off about them, Like if they were possessed, their eyes didn’t have pupils and were soulless.

They were there right across the street running towards all of you ready to attack. Newt told you without hesitation “Get Lottie and use the floo powder”. You nod and Theasus gives you Lottie who woke up by the sudden movement. Now you were carrying her and running as fast as you could to the chimney (it was hard because you were so heavy) Lottie was fully awake in your arms and seemed so confused, “Mommy what’s happening?”

“Don’t worry sweetheart just close your eyes okay”. Lottie didn’t want to go against you and closed her eyes and hid her face on your neck.

Immediately when you left Theasus and Newt took out their wands and started to attack the other wizards and witches.

Newt and Theasus casted “Everate Serum!” and it sent some flying backwards but there were more than 5. Newt and Theasus kept attacking and defending themselves (moving their wands). That is until you let out a scream and Lottie yelled “Mommy!!!”. When Newt heard your scream his heart sank and his face full of horror.He didn’t let a second pass by and he went running to where you were. Theasus furrowed his eyes while gritting his teeth, the adrenaline kicking in and tried his hardest to help his brother get to you by not letting any of them pass by.

Newt went running to your destination, he saw that a wizard was pinning you down on the floor because he casted a full body bind curse on you. Lottie was hitting the man on the arm “Get off my mommy!!!!”. You couldn’t feel your body, you couldn’t move anything, all you could do was let tears roll down your face. Newt felt so much rage inside him, seeing this man on top of you and casted “Knockback Jinx!” sending the wizard flying and hitting the wall ,knocking him out. Newt ran to you and Lottie. Lottie was crying “Mommy can’t move daddy!” Newt then said “It’s okay sweetie I can fix it”. He flicked his wand “finite incatatem”. Your body wasn’t frozen anymore, and you were able to move again. Newt was helping you stand up but then you felt the painful cramps again but this time worse. You groaned “AH!”, closing your eyes and holding your stomach. Newt felt concerned and yelled “Y/N!” .Lottie yelled “Mommy” with a shaky voice. But you couldn’t respond with so much pain, it felt like someone was putting so much pressure on your abdomen.

“N-newt h-help me”. Newt helped you stand up and was holding your waist, his eyes full of total concern. “Tell me what’s wrong love!”. Lottie was wrapped around Newt’s leg and was hiding her.

You open your eyes and look directly at Newt’s eyes. More tears forming in your eyes and a small whimper escapes your lips. Then all of a sudden your panties felt wet not realizing that your water had just broken. Newt’s eyes widened when he saw all the water falling to the ground and was panicking “Love! your water just broke!”. Lottie had also seen and gasped. Your eyes widened and your heart sank “Oh no…. AH!” Another labor cramp took over you and Newt wrapped his arm around you “Love, we have to take you to St.Mungos!”. But you yelled back “No! we can’t! they will find us there! I’m going to give birth at Queenie’s and Jacob’s flat(apartment)! We have to go! AH!”. You didn’t care where you gave birth,even if it had to be in a barn, Gosh damn it, you aren’t letting anyone separate you from your husband and daughter. Newt knew you were right so he told Lottie “Lottie sweetie go bring me that pot that’s on that shelf”. He pointed to a not so high shelf that was in the corner of the room, Lottie nodded and went to get it.

Newt then was holding you and both of you were walking toward the chimney, Lottie came back with the pot in her hands “Daddy here”. You heard footsteps and turned your head only to see more Magical Law Enforcement Patrol Wizards/Witches coming. “Newt!!! There’s more coming!”. Newt looked back and cursed “Buggar! Lottie go inside the chimney now!”. Lottie’s heart was beating so fast and quickly ran into it. The chimney started expanding, letting her in, while Newt was helping you get to the chimney as fast as possible. Finally inside the chimney Newt then said, “Sweetie grab some powder in your hand and throw it on the floor yelling 443 Rivington Street New York!”. Your heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was going to explode and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Everything felt like it was going slow motion. Lottie managed to get powder and throw it yelling “ 443 Rivington Street New York!”

All of a sudden everything was spinning and everything was blurry. Then bam! You, Newt and Lottie rolled on the floor from the chimney, and were covered in ashes. All of you started coughing from the ashes and Lottie stood up from the floor seeing you and Newt still on the floor.

To Be Continued in Part 4