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aphroditesbaby1616 · 24 days

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CB Porn Links P2!

NSFW 18+ ONLY - Hey ya’ll!! You seemed to like the last list I threw together so I figured I’d do another haha! Once again these are NOT fanfics, they are 18+ only porn vids from x/twitter that just remind me of the way I think CB would fuck hahaha

And again. I am not claiming these look/sound like Carmy (JAW) - BUT these align with my headcanons on how he fucks, so just use your pretty little imaginations loves!

You can find part one here

💖 Ofc he loves the bearhug position. Also- the arms towards the end?! He would looooove that!

💖 Tired morning sex w Bear ☺️

💖 2-3 cocktails would bring the rough manhandling bastard out of him, but he would eat pussy like a man starved.

💖 his fave treat is when you sit on his face.

💖 when he has the time, he loves to play the “how wet can I get you before I fuck you stupid” game.

💖 got a strong feeling Carmy just LOVES titties like all big, small, fake, natural, bouncy or saggy or perky - he loves tits. And sucking on them!

💖 aftermath of you telling Carmy he needs an “attitude adjustment”

💖 the man can be gentle!! Carmy isn’t ALL rage, (just mostly ☺️)

💖the sweet little rubs after the smacks is SO Carmy. I don’t think he’d ever bring it up himself, but if his partner loves being spanked he’s gonna go for it - but not without gently rubbing you after and plenty of ‘y’okay baby? Am I bein’ too rough?’ 💦

💖this? This would cause his brain to short circuit. You using his cock as a TOY?! Fully as your personal toy- he would bust right then and there.

💖 waking you at like 3 am after a late ass night at the restaurant, begging to fuck you and being like ‘babe c’mon I fuckin’ need you I promise you don’t have to do anything just lay here f’me yeah?’

💖 with all the chopping he does- his hands aren’t getting tired anytime soon he could go like this all night long.

💖being real he’s not the kind to sit down and watch a show so if you insisted he’d get bored and this is how it would end up any time you go to watch tv lmaooo

💖 worshipping him after a long day

💖 alphabet leg and Carmy fuck very similarly to me

#carmen berzatto #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #the bear hulu #the bear #carmen berzatto blurb #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x reader

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cleostoohot · 2 years

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3dolc x roe results part 2

if you don’t want to read all this i posted a much more straight to the point version my instagram. this is just more detailed.

ᥫ᭡ | PRETTIER VOICE

since i’ve been affirming my voice got way girlier. i had one of those kind of deep voices and i didn’t like it because people always said i don’t look how i sound. fuck that’s supposed to mean like huhh lmao. it also got softer and my accent isn’t as bold as it was before. i’ve been contemplating on if i want to get rid of my accent completely or not but I’m satisfied with how it is now.

ᥫ᭡ | ONE TONED BODY

as a melanin gyal, i had a lot of discoloration & hyperpigmentation on my body. especially on my knees, elbows, underarms, 🐈, etc. all that shit is gone now. i never seen my body so perfect like this, if only i had a man to show it off to lmaooo. now i can finally wear shorts without thinking everybody looking at my black ass knees 😅.

ᥫ᭡ | PRETTIER HANDS AND FEET

my fingers used to be a tiny bit curved but now they’re straight. also the wrinkles on my hands are also hardly noticeable. i never wanted to do boomerangs of my nails when i got them done cus of my hands but tuhhh my ig followers gone get tired of me, watch. and as for my feet they were already pretty before tbh. but the hard stop went a way so under my foot is completely smooth now.

ᥫ᭡ | BIGGER BUTT

this is my favorite! my butt got bigger and i got my desired shape too. i love the upside down heart shaped butts because they just look so damn nice. booty shorts gone be looking 10x better mm.

ᥫ᭡ | THICKER EYELASHES

i’m an eyelash puller and my eyelashes would fall out easy. i touch my eyes one time and boom, there go ma lash. since i’ve been affirming all the gaps are filled out which and it’s brings more attention to my eyes which is so flattering. someone even complimented them saying they look like boys eyelashes because we all know for some damn reason boys be having the most voluptuous eyelashes lol.

ᥫ᭡ | MAIN CHARACTER MOMENT

me and my sister went outside lateee last night and there were these fine ass boys riding motorcycles. one of them caught my eye though and man oh mannnnn he was something. wearing all black MM he knew what he was doing. anyways lmfao he asked me if i wanted to get on the back (he chose me out of allll the girls in the area) i guess to just spin around the block or something but my sister said if i did she would snitch to my mom lol. i guess cause he was older or because she’s scared of motorcycles idk but i didn’t end up riding.

ᥫ᭡ | LIGHTER BROWN EYES

i ended up taking this one off my list since i didn’t really like how it looked. i like having dark brown eyes i think they’re so sexy even though it’s very common. but i seen the difference after just an hour of affirming.

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #success story

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igncrxntripley · 1 year

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backstabber

Synopsis: Becky is livid after her little sister, Y/N, is attacked by her tag team partner.

tags: minor violence, minor gore (bruising), cursing, big sister!becky lynch, little sister!reader

A/N: i told y’all i can write for other superstars LMAOOO!! also not saying this is completely representative of Dakota Kai i was just picking some of the more current superstars on the roster to include in this one. hoping to push out more of these soon, so please feel free to send suggestions my way!

The last person Y/N would ever expect to attack her was her own tag team partner. When Io Sky was injured a few weeks ago at a house show, management put Y/N with Dakota Kai as a way to keep them both in the ring and potentially give them another title shot. Y/N was so excited since she’d known Dakota since their time in NXT and they’d gotten close during that time; truthfully, Y/N was one of the only people to defend Dakota during moments where everyone else was against her. When Dakota attacked Tegan at War Games, Y/N stood up for her. Any time she hurt someone’s feelings, Y/N stood by her side. And for the longest time Dakota was doing the exact same thing for her. All of this taken into consideration gave Y/N hope that this tag team was a match made in heaven. The WWE audiences were loving it too which made her feel that much better. One person who wasn’t a fan of it was Y/N’s older sister Becky Lynch, but she continued trying to convince Becky that Dakota wasn’t the awful person everyone made her out to be. Y/N was always looking to see the good in people, and Becky worried about her.

It was the night of a Monday Night Raw taping when everything began going downhill. Y/N had picked up on some weird vibes from Dakota almost the entire day, but she left up to the fact that they’d been traveling and her partner was just tired. She kept her distance from Dakota and gave her space throughout the day before meeting up in the locker room to get ready for their match. As the two walked through the backstage area to get to gorilla, Y/N walking in front of Dakota, she yelped when someone grabbed her shoulders and tossed her into the wall. She cried out in pain as her shoulder hit the wall and her hip slammed into the corner of a table, and before Y/N could even get a grip on what had happened she felt Dakota pushing her down to the ground.

Y/N covered her face from Dakota as her partner started hurling punches at her face. “You think you’re my partner?” Dakota said, a wicked smile on her face as she grabbed Y/N’s hair and pulled their faces together. “You mean nothing to me.” She spat, and continued hurling her fists at Y/N’s face before picking her back up to slam her into a nearby table. As Y/N writhed in pain on the floor Dakota adjusted her jacket and began walking away with a smirk on her face. Y/N couldn’t even fathom what had just happened; someone she trusted, someone she defended…Y/N was nothing more than a toy for Dakota to play with.

Becky was walking through backstage as well to kill time before her own segment later in the show. As she was walking she took note of Y/N’s body on the floor writhing in pain. “Y/N?” She asked, hurrying to her side and helping her sit up. Becky may not have agreed with Y/N’s decisions, but she wasn’t going to allow someone to get away with hurting her baby sister. “Hey, look at me.” She said as she grabbed her sister’s face to examine the black eye. “Tell me who did it.” Becky urged. Y/N wanted to prove herself to her sister and began shaking her head. “Becky, I’m fine-”

“Bullshit, Y/N.” Becky raised her voice a little as Adam Pierce and a medic began making their way to them to check out the situation. “You need to tell me who did this.” She urged again, in which Y/N looked down at her lap in shame and winced at the pain in her side again. “Dakota.” She told her big sister. “I trusted her and she took advantage of me.” Y/N hated showing emotion, but the pain mixed with her anger caused some tears to build up in her eyes. Seeing her little sister sad and in pain was a bad combination for Becky, because her face scrunched up in anger and she stood up to take care of business. “I’ll be back.”

The redhead walked through the backstage area to gorilla, Dakota’s entrance music still playing as she made her way to the ring. Becky wasn’t going to let her get away with anything, so she followed right behind and out to the ramp and tackled Dakota to the ground. The music stopped and the crowd cheered for Becky as she took out every ounce of anger and frustration on Dakota for what she’d done to her sister. “You think you can beat up my sister and get away with it?” The Irish wrestler said. “I don’t let that shit fly, bitch.” No one messed with Becky’s family, and she was making that clear. The fight was quickly broken up but the two were granted a match for later in the evening, and in the meantime Becky needed to check on her sister.

She went backstage to the medical area where Y/N was on an exam table. She had an ice pack pressed to the black eye on her face, and she sighed in shame when her big sister walked into the room. “I should’ve listened to you.” Y/N said softly. “I just…I think I just wanted to always believe that she wasn’t the bad guy because she stood up for me when I needed her.” Becky sighed and ran a hand over her little sister’s bruised back. “Don’t apologize,” She said softly. “She took advantage of you, and she doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as you by her side.” Her words made Y/N smile the tiniest bit and she quickly realized that her big sister was right; Dakota didn’t deserve her. “I’ll beat her ass for you tonight. She isn’t going to get away with this.” Becky smiled and wrapped an arm around her sister’s shoulder.

#wwe imagine #wwe x reader #becky lynch #becky lynch imagine #becky lynch x reader #big sister!becky lynch #little sister!reader #wwe becky lynch imagine #wwe becky lynch x reader #wwe headcanons #becky lynch headcanons #wwe becky lynch headcanons

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yae-energy · 9 months

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master chef

synopsis: pizza date with bf! denji

cast: bf! denji x black fem reader, (ft. power and aki)

cw: cursing, candy corn, a tiny bit of angst if you squint. this is really just a buncha bs y’all (but when is it not?? y’all knew who i was when y’all followed me 😙😜😁)

a/n: inspired by me making a pizza last night LMAOOO, i thought it was cute y’all shush ya lips 🙄

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bf! denji. . . who is ECSTATIC when you propose that you guys make pizza as a little at home date activity, because despite his love for being out and about he’s appreciates having some intimate quality time with you.

bf! denji. . . who harasses aki to take you guys out on a quick grocery trip because the nearest store is 15 minutes away. there is absolutely no way in hell he’s gonna have his girlfriend walk all the way there and back, he can handle long distance travel so a 30 minute walk was light work to him. but he cares about you and won’t let you tire yourself out like that. power ends up tagging along (cause aki is not about to leave her ALONE in the apartment). he ends up being salty about it but what can ya do?

bf! denji. . . who is dead set on getting candy corn to put on his pizza which causes you and aki to try and convince him to just put it back. the persuasion doesn’t work and he ends up getting it, but you told him he wasn’t allowed to put it on the whole pizza and only the slices he plans on eating.

bf! denji. . . who turns into a photographer in the self checkout lane because he values memories. whenever you guys do something together he takes a picture and sets the new one as his lock screen. you’re the most beautiful girl in the world in his eyes, and every day that he gets to wake up and look at you on his lock-screen is a blessing to him. aki ends up in some of the pictures too and he’s just like:

😶✌🏻

bf! denji. . . who watches you intently as you flatten out the dough, partly because he has no clue what he’s doing and needs a visual guide. but also because looking at you in such a domestic setting makes him wonder if this is what it’ll be like if you guys end up in your own apartment one day. he is a devil hunter afterall so a future isn’t promised for him, but the thought is nice, let a man dream.

bf! denji. . . who cuddles with you on the couch while power goes on another rant about about nothing and everything all at once. while aki watches over the pizzas to make sure nothing burns, he couldn’t help but bask in the glory from being surrounded by people he loved and cared about. it was a moment he’d think about and appreciate for as long as he lived.

bf! denji. . . who turns into the fucking flash the second aki says the pizzas are done. he keeps his word about only adding the candy corn to his slices, and low key thinks he’s a genius for even coming up with that idea.

bf! denji. . . who looks at all the pictures he took when you have to go home at the end of the night, a bittersweet moment to end the day.

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tags: @megurulvr @honeybleed @chinieh @jogeto @mypimpademia @planetlunaa | tag form

#saint laurent productions #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x black fem reader #chainsaw man x y/n #csm x fem reader #csm x black fem reader #csm x y/n #denji x reader #denji x black reader #denji x you #denji x y/n

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detectivemarvelingcomics · 2 years

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 8]

Alternate Dimension AU

TW: Language, Mentions of Death, Descriptions of Violence, Scar Mention, Mentioned Body Horror

CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here]

Genre: Angst, Light Comedy

Pairing: Batfamily x Batsis!Reader

(8/?) [First] | [Previous] | [Next]

[DC Masterlist] | [Not Your Classic Vigilante Masterlist]

YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Word Count: 3.8K

Notes: It's time for my bi-annual update of this bad boy LMAOOOOOOO see y'all in another half a year! (I'm kidding, I'll try to get more updates out before the year ends if my schedule permits lmaooo) Seriously, though, thanks to anyone who stuck it out even though I'm not a good updater! I really appreciate you all <3

Not Your Classic Vigilante: @gabytodd @peachydoki @marshmallow12435 @f0leysgurl @luminaaz @lolsnack @akuri-shinsou @pansinspace @time-shardz @lovely-maryj

Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

28 July 2022

As you’d probably expected, your slumber did not last long, as you was reminded of why you had a hard time sleeping in the first place. Of course it’d come back to you in such a vivid way, now that you’ve returned home and back to the crime scene. You wondered how different it looked now, or if any of your belongings remained there after so long.

Your nightmares were always the same, back in that horrific alleyway. Three years, and you still haven’t forgotten. Three years, and you can still feel everything. Three years, and you can still remember looking up to the sky and seeing that all too familiar smoggy sky. You can still remember, and recite from heart, the prayer you sent out to whatever god was out there to just end your suffering there. And, as your pursuer pulled on your hair, you would always wake up, your mind sparing you from reliving all of that trauma and, usually, you’d decide to work instead, but this time the circumstances were different.

‘Another nightmare?’

‘If nightmares are all I have then I’d rather not sleep at all.’

‘Tea, darling.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I know, I just wish you were here, it’d be easier. Think you can walk me through that miracle recipe you usually make?’

‘Of course, why would I say no?’ Alex’s voice drained from your head and you made your way to the manor kitchen, ignoring the light in the library this time as you continued. ‘I’m sure you’ll have all the basics. Milk, honey, lemon, and whatever tea is available.’

You had always thought that the manor was too quiet at night like there were demons in the shadows and monsters in the closets. You remember that you used to wake up either Dick or Jason to come downstairs with you when you were younger. Dick, of course, always said yes no matter how tired he was, Jason would tease you about it and get upset but in the end, he’d follow, you always relied on them to scare the demons away, and, now that you thought of it, you weren’t sure what kind of demon would be afraid of a boy in bright spandex but that was beside the point.

Then you got older, you got older and suddenly you had your own younger siblings to watch over. You had to be the person to chase their demons away, but at that time, you had nothing aside from a flashlight. You remembered asking yourself if something were to happen, would you be defending your younger siblings or would they be defending you? You, a civilian, and them, the vigilantes. Hell, you were pretty sure your dad was friends with some demons.

‘And now the demons hide from you.’

‘Very funny, Alex. Once we’re back together no more prying into my thoughts, alright?’

‘I wouldn’t pry if you were so loud.’

‘You’re insufferable.’

'I just want to brighten up your mood a little, darling. Unclench your jaw.’ You didn’t even realize that you were until he mentioned it. You scoured the fridge and pulled out the required ingredients.

‘I’m not keeping you up, am I?’

‘Goodness, no, you could never. I’m just checking things on my end. We have what we need, when you’re ready, we can head home.’

‘I’m just worried that it was too easy. Nothing ever is with this family.’

‘Let’s just consider it a blessing, for now. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it otherwise.’

‘Right,’ you shook your head. ‘Have you located Cass yet?’

‘Cassandra is as elusive as ever. Carter and I have been keeping an eye out for her, though.’

‘Good, I think she’s the only one we really have to look out for,’ you looked over your shoulder. Your sister had a knack for stealth, one that you had been aware of since now. But, it wasn’t her famed stealth that concerned you, no, of everyone in this damned family, it will be her to find out that you’re lying. You were lucky enough to have landed here when she wasn’t at the house, otherwise, you’d be screwed.

‘We’re waiting outside for you. Whenever you’re ready.’

‘You’re outside? Be careful, I forgot to tell you both earlier about the traps.’

‘Oh, trust us, we know.’

Two Hours Earlier.

“Don’t move, don’t move,” Alex hisses to Carter, who was probably in the most uncomfortable position he’d ever been in.

“I’m not moving, dammit,” Carter takes slow breaths. “Thank god his highness made us play Twister with him so often.” He holds his position steady between the number of lasers that had suddenly sparked to life. “What’s our situation, Lex?”

“Best case scenario they’d slice one of our limbs off if we’re clumsy.”

“That’s the best case?”

“The worst case scenario is that they trip the alarm system and suddenly we’d have this Universe’s strongest family on our tails.

“Great,” Carter groans. “You know a lot about the Captain’s family don’t you?”

“I do,” Alex tries to turn slowly to a more favorable position. “You know, you could just call her (Y/N).”

“She outranks me though.”

“We worked together, she just happened to figure out the system faster than we did,” Alex sighs. “I also know you two have a certain... relation, if I may presume.” Carter nearly loses his balance, saving his position by grabbing onto a nearby flower pot.

“Fuck, wait, are you serious?!” Carter whips his head towards him with wide eyes. Alex only nods calmly, keeping his movements short as a red laser was right in front of his eyes.

“I wasn’t 100% sure, but considering your reaction, I can say that I am more confident,” he says. “You make a sweet duo.”

“Ugh… we were so careful,” Carter sighs.

"Not careful enough, hard to hide things from someone who's known her since we were seven," Alex scoffs. “Anyway, I do like you, Carter, you're one of the few people in the Brigade I'd consider a friend, so, with your best interests in mind, be sure to be on the watch for his highness. He might order for your head if he finds out,” Alex says with a teasing tone to his voice.

“Alex, please tell me that you’re not planning on using this against me, are you?”

“That depends on your future actions,” Alex grins.

“I’m so fucked.”

‘Oh, and do be sure to shut down the lasers, please, I think Carter’s getting a muscle cramp.’ You could easily picture his smirk.

Alex’s side went silent and you reveled in the quiet. You never liked this telepathy thing, it was always so violating in your mind, and truthfully in his too. You both tried to avoid it until absolutely necessary, such as now. It was a by-product of your own curious case of two souls interlinked to allow for eternal life, or, at least, until Alex dies. You paused, half waiting for him to say something, mainly to correct you, but no such thing came.

Courtesy of the ruthless queen, she always held it above your head, how indebted you were to her. If there was truly one person you hated, it was her. Even your father’s stance, as absolute as it was before, paled in comparison to the queen and the leash she had around your neck. You were certain that she was somehow keeping tabs on you even here, after all, to move without knowledge of her majesty is akin to treason.

You really should be more careful. As they say, it comes in threes. You’ve died once here, you’ve died once in the other world, and the next one is bound to be your last chance. You shook your head.

“I hope Alfred didn’t move anything since I was last here,” you mumbled to yourself. It would do you well not to think about it right now, you should be more focused on the mission. Like you said earlier, it was too easy.

“He didn’t,” Tim confirms. You glanced over your shoulder and Tim smiles softly. “That used to scare the heck out of you.” Tim and Cass were, in some ways, too similar, as much as they’d argue against it. The only difference between them was that one didn’t hesitate. Ever.

“Not anymore, I guess,” you respond. You pull out a tea packet and fill the water heater to its maximum.

“Hope you don’t mind if I join you.” He walks into the kitchen and pulls out a mug.

“Of course, I wouldn’t, let’s have a conversation, Timmy,” you nodded toward him, waiting for the water to heat. “Why are you still up?”

“Bruce asked me to go through some files, just some review stuff,” he answers. “Have you spoken to him?”

“Something like that.”

“I’m not sure if anyone told him.”

“I could tell,” you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. The water heater finished and you swiftly poured it into your and Tim’s mugs.

“Whatcha drinking?” He asks, nudging your shoulder. It was something he always used to do when you were younger. He was testing you. You nudged him back.

“Just something I saw on Pinterest.”

‘It’s like I don’t exist to you,’ Alex chides. You pay him no mind.

“Smells good,” he says. You both take a seat at the counter, silently blowing the steam away from the tops while seemingly trying to find out what to say to the other. Strange, you’d never thought that you’d feel awkward around Tim of all your siblings, yet here you were, with your words caught in your throat.

“How are you, Tim?” You finally ask. Tim taps his mug a couple of times, looking off into nothing while he thought of his response.

“I’ve been better, (Y/N), and you?” He tosses the question back.

“I’ve been better,” you repeated. “Crazy… everything that I found out today, and no doubt more, huh?” You ask. Tim could only nod.

“A lot has changed, (Y/N), I don’t even know where to start,” he shakes his head. “It’s okay though, right? We’ll have a lot of time to spend together,” Tim says with a small smile. Your chest clenched. Ah, Tim, what a horrible habit of his. You were worried that he already had you figured out. Had you slipped up somewhere? A mannerism you hadn’t done before?

‘Stop clutching your heart,’ Alex’s voice rang. Your hand dropped to your lap.

“I see there’s a new Robin,” you answered before Tim could get suspicious.

“Oh, no, Duke’s Robin trial’s over. He’s Signal now,” Tim explains.

“Another kid who fell victim to dad’s charms, huh?” You drank some of your tea, feeling your thoughts relax afterward.

“Something like that,” Tim mutters. “But, (Y/N)… there’s something different about you.” This conversation again. You had to stay on your guard, everything you say and everything you do can and will be used against you. Leave it to Timmy, always the skeptic.

“I mean… you know what happened,” you sighed. “Where’s Cassie?” You divert the conversation.

“Last I heard she’s helping out at Steel City,” Tim hums. “I should call her over,” he reaches for his phone, but you shake your head. Anyone but Cass.

“It’s fine, sounds like she’s busy, like you said, we have a lot of time to figure things out. I’m just proud,” you grinned. “I’m proud of all of you, looks like you’ve all been doing your best since I’ve been gone and… that makes me really glad,” you nudged his leg with your foot and he looks up from his coffee to you, a sudden grief in his eyes. You were telling the truth. You were worried about Tim more so than your other brothers actually, of them all, he was the most prone to overthinking.

“What do you think?” Tim suddenly asks. You freeze.

‘He asked if you feel any different,’ Alex fills in for you.

“I’m not sure, Tim,” you sighed. “I feel like myself but, at the same time, not at all. I saw the news reports already, so… do you think…?” You looked down at your hands. Now, to be perfectly honest, you’ve thought about this before, plenty of times actually. This body you’re in, is it actually yours?

“I mean… if I may,” Tim moves his chair so he can be a little closer to you and reaches for your hand. Instinctively, you pull away and Tim’s breath hitches.

“Sorry… muscle memory maybe,” you tried to cover for your actions, placing your hand on his instead. Tim holds it gently, observing your wrist in particular, but ghosting his hands around yours entirely. You gave him your non-dominant hand for a reason. You couldn’t come up with an excuse to explain the calluses on your sword hand. “You have scar marks all around your wrist here,” he says, tracing the faint outline of the jagged cut made into it. As he did so, it was like you could feel the sharp pain from before. “Your hand was the first one they found, you know,” he suddenly says, a sharp tone switch. Again, you pulled your hand away, rubbing your wrist softly now.

“So I’ve heard,” you muttered.

“They never found your torso.”

“And yet, here it is,” you said next. He’s testing your answers now. It’s too late to act afraid. “That’s why, I had a nightmare last night, a body without a torso was running towards me,” you lied. Tim frowned, taking a sip of his drink before continuing.

“I wonder… is your situation similar to Jason’s? Or is it completely different?” He says aloud.

“Well… I don’t think I turned into an asshole, so I’m pretty sure I’m different,” you laughed. Tim broke a small chuckle.

“That’s true, that’s true,” he nods. “How do you feel about this, (Y/N)? About coming back to life and all?” Tim seems to have relaxed.

“I mean… it’s strange. You know my thoughts on death,” you mumbled. “I’m a bit glad, though. Maybe this was a gift, you know? I still have to pick up my degree from the university, I wonder if they kept it,” you rest your head against your palm now.

“Your degree?” Tim asks.

“Yeah? You know I went to college, right?” You looked at him with disbelief.

“Well, yeah, of course, I know that!” Tim defends tiredly. “It’s just… did you not see it earlier? Bruce hung it over the mantle,” Tim points to the general area of the living room and your eyes widened slightly. You didn’t even notice that.

“Oh… I guess it slipped my mind, I was too busy looking at your Boy Wonder pictures,” you chided.

“Whatever, I keep telling Alfred to move those, it’s so embarrassing,” Tim grows slightly red before his smile falls again as if remembering something else. What was he thinking right now? What was going on inside that head of his?

“Tim, are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” he nods his head unsurely. He looks back down at his coffee. “No… No, I’m not,” he corrects himself. You hesitated before putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, do you want to talk about it? Is it my fault?” You asked. Maybe your sudden reappearance shocked him, or maybe you were wrong, maybe he hadn’t been holding up well.

“I just… (Y/N), I want to trust you, really I do,” he says, meeting your eyes once again. “But there’s something different about you, something I can’t really point out,” he shakes his head. He looks away again for a brief moment, as if in thought, then he looks at you, his eyes filled with the determination to solve the case that was you. “Who are you?”

“Timmy,” whatever warning tone was in your voice wasn’t intentional. Your hand moved up to his face, holding it as gently as possible. “I knew you’d be the first to find out.” You whispered. “And I’m so sorry, I love you, you’re my little brother but… I have to do this, please understand. It’s nothing personal…” In an instant, you slammed his head against the table, leaving him knocked out.

‘Well, that can only work once,’ Alex chides.

“I know,” you chugged down the rest of your drink. “Let’s get out of here.” You rushed out to the gardens. Dammit, you knew it, why did you entertain him? Five minutes, no, less. You had to get out of here as soon as possible. You spot your two teammates, both in compromising positions that they should care less about right now. “Don’t even worry about the security system! Let’s just go!” You shout, already configuring the device around your wrist. You heard doors slamming behind you, shouts or rushed speech, you didn’t have time to differentiate. The alarm system blared, no doubt a wake-up call, and the sudden lights that shot into the night sky, without a doubt, was to call the patrolling vigilantes back home.

“Ready when you are, captain!” Alex shouts. You couldn’t ignore the stares you felt. Which sibling was it?

“Count of three!” You shout. It can’t be Dick or Jason, they would’ve said something by now.

“Three!” Alex shouts. Tim was still knocked out, knowing him, he’d be hanging behind on the cams but a quick glance earlier showed that the garden cameras were fried beyond repair.

“Two!” Carter was next. Damian? No, can’t be, he would’ve reacted similarly to your older brothers, surely.

“One!” The three of you slammed your hands on the devices, a vortex quickly pulling you into your home universe.

The three of you tumbled onto the concrete floors of the Keep, your back slamming harshly against the table that, of course, Nixon finally bolted to the ground. Carter hit the wall, sending displayed weapons crashing down. And, as expected, Alex landed as gracefully as ever, standing up nearly immediately to brush the dirt off his uniform.

And, just like that, all your exhaustion caught up to you. The constant acting, the running around Gotham, running around the manor, and even the stress of your family. All in the span of two days, you deserved a vacation after even just looking at your father, that man just knew how to drain the life out of you. If you could, you’d rather sleep right where you were. Your lumbar vertebra only slightly fractured from the sheer force of hitting the table, but, give it a couple of minutes and it’ll be fine again.

As much as you hated to admit it, it made you feel better now that you were in a more familiar place. One that you felt comfortable in, at the very least. Sure, you spent the majority of your waking hours working in this place, but it was better than the stares you got over the two days you were at the manor. For once, these ugly concrete floors felt welcoming.

“Well, that went swimmingly, didn’t it?” Alex grins. You and Carter could only groan in response. You held up the flash drive regardless and Alex takes it from your hand. Then, as soon as the tingling feeling in your legs subsided, you took deep breaths.

“It almost went too well,” you shook your head against the cold floors. You pushed yourself up using the edge of the table. “Ugh… I’m beat, I’m going home,” you waved your hand absently.

“Oh, don’t forget to take lover boy with you,” Alex points to Carter.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, Carter, I’ll give you a ride,” you beckoned him with your hand.

“Oh, nah, it’s fine,” Carter shakes his hand.

“Okay, better for me, just walk,” you grabbed your keys from the counter, taking a glance at the clock next to you. “Oh shit,” you grabbed the digital device.

“What’s wrong?” Alex asks.

“It’s been two weeks here!” You shout. “Fuck! There’s going to be so much paperwork!” You ruffled your hair harshly.

“Ah, and so the captain faces her hardest battle yet,” Alex laughs, grabbing the door for you, “deadlines.”

“I can and will kill you, Alex.”

Cassandra stood at the top of Wayne Manor. Her knuckles had turned white from how hard she was gripping the chimney top. Maybe she shouldn’t have been lurking, but when Jason suddenly texted the group chat she knew she had to come immediately. But, when she saw you sitting in the living room, just waiting for your brothers to return, all the warning signals flew up in her mind.

Threat, thief, murderer, soldier, suspicious, trained, dangerous, and god knows how more. Cassandra couldn’t believe it, no, she didn’t want to believe it. You were just sitting there, how could you set off all those alarms in her head? Wait, how could you do that? You weren’t supposed to show those to her. You were supposed to be happy, relaxed, calm, excited, or maybe even worried or concerned. But, there was one signal that kept popping up over and over again in Cass’ head.

Liar.

You acted just like (Y/N), you looked just like her, you sounded just like her, but every subliminal thing about you was not (Y/N) Wayne. But, underlying all of those, was fear. Were you maybe keeping things to yourself? Was it to protect the family? Why?

Why did you steal those files from the bat computer? Cassandra saw all of it, staying hidden in the shadows just as she was taught, she watched you upload details on who knows how many heroes into a simple flash drive, and how that was possible, Cass didn’t know. The security system should’ve fried that drive and alerted Tim or Barbara as soon as you pushed it into its port but it didn’t.

Yet, you knew the password. She saw you. You typed in the correct password, but you hesitated. Why did you hesitate? Why would you? It’s not like Bruce had ever changed it from your birthday. For a computer harboring so many secrets, the password to access it was just so simple. Your initials, underscore, then your birthday. Two capitals and no spaces. Not just anyone knew that password, Cass had only found out off-hand when, surprise, she watched Bruce put it in. Perhaps it was what she read off of you when you typed in your password. Anxious, and maybe even melancholic. Why would an imposter feel sad about a password? There would be no reason.

It was that reasoning that convinced Cass that you were, truly, you. Just with different life experiences, maybe. More experiences than death certainly. She only overheard it, your story about the lab. But when you said that, all your body language indicated were lies. How different could it have been, though? What happened to suddenly change your mannerisms fundamentally?

Did it, maybe, have something to do with your heart? Why did you continue to clutch it so throughout the short time you were in the manor?

Cass had too many questions, all of which she’d know would go unanswered. Now, just as she watched you disappear with two unknown figures, she could only feel her knees buckle while she sat against the roof tiles.

She didn’t even get to say ‘hello.’

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thatonefatgumsimp · 6 months

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Which Secret Life POVs I've Watched So Far (will be updated and edited as I finish)

OK so I may or may not have gotten distracted again- oops- but basically I'm putting here which POVs I've already watched in full and what my first thought about each one was.

-WARNING: wall of texts and ramblings from an mcyt obsessed audhd under the cut...and also spoilers. Don't click unless you're ready for simultaneously spoilers and an ungodly amount of text lol-

Grian: "God this series is so hype I can't wait to see what all happens and- OMG GEM IS HERE! :D GEM IS GREAT! I can't wait to see her kick Etho's ass at PvP again /lh ...waiminute...is that logo on the statue...is that the Watcher logo??? Huh??? Wait...and why does it have the same mossiness of the Entity and Grian's s9 base? Suspicious...OMG the chaotic Best Friend energy with Mumbo and Grian- tbh would be me and my best friend on any given day. Amazing. Their laughter is so infectious too lmao- Oough merch! Pretty :3 Wait it's over already? Aweeeeh ): can't wait for the next episode tho!"

Mumbo: "Wait he switched sides of the circle when Martyn punched Jimmy lmaoooo just like 'these people are crazy, save me, Grian-' 💀 The best friend energy omg still amazing I love their dynamic so much! Ooh a sideways house that *IS* an interesting idea! WHY DOES JIMMY KEEP BREAKING THE CRAFTING TABLES LMAO Hmmmmm Impulse ik cherry blossom is great, but that salesman voice is indeed very sus. I'm with Mumbo on this one."

Skizz: "Idk I watched it when I was very tired last night and all I remember is 'Awwweh a frog! Take care of him...WH- TANGO!!!' and also him apologizing to Gem which was very nice. Oh yeah and love island <3"

Jimmy: "Alright, Timmy, you've got this. Just don't die and- OMG MARTYN NOOOO LMAOO- Aweeeh it's like when you have a really young sibling or you're, like, a parent or something and you kiss the child's scraped knee to make it feel better- 🥺 wholesome. THANK YOU! I thought I was alone in recognizing that symbol, thank you for acknowledging it. JIMMY LOOK OUT OMG YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK! OK but the task. This man is an absolute menace lol. Aweh that's very nice of Scar to compliment Jimmy's outfit! SCOTT LMFAOOOO YOU'RE SO RIGHT, BUT AT THE SAME TIME 💀 Jimmy building in the Mesa? Tumble Town 2 electric boogaloo?? 'Hmmmm if Scar's building a shack, we're gonna have to have a shack-off, mine's better.' NO JIMMY DON'T STEAL THE CAMEL! D: pftttt Scar would- remember the Relation-ship? And the Ranch? Arson boy lol. THE VALLEY GIRL ACCENT I CAN'T- 😭"

Scar: "OK, Scar, you can do the task, I believe in you. I've seen 4 other POVs which prove that you failed, but I still believe in you. OMG THAT'S WHY HE COMPLIMENTED JIMMY'S OUTFIT LMAOOO I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION- So true, Scott. So true. But you can't stop them, they're still gonna end up neighbors. I know, I already watched Jimmy's POV. SCAR NOOOO YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM- The way he jumped in the water- 💀 hc that c!Scar shook out his long-ish messy brown hair like a dog after that. Cuz he would. 'I'll make an exception for you. The first and ONLY exception.' if someone doesn't use this as, like, a fanfic title or something I swear- literally perfect material for a c!Scarian fic title. AWEEEEEEH HE CALLED GRIAN THE LIGHT OF HIS LIFE- I CAN'T BHATGLFYSJBJSRSKBLBK 🥺 Scar just like 'y'all crazy. Bye.' AWEEEEH GRIAN AND SCAR'S CAMEL RIDE! DESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUO! The way they stare at the hole Big B dug like *insert surprised Pikachu here* awwwwweh the way he let Grian have the cactus monopoly 🥺 you will never not convince me that bullying is their love language. c!desertduo bullies each other affectionately...I'm so normal about c!desertduo I promise- HE TALKED ABOUT ASOKA FOR 30 MINUTES OFC HE DID- 💀😭 I was wondering why he didn't include it lmao- NOT SCAR TREATING THE CAMEL LIKE A DISNEY RIDE LOL learning about the task goodies with Tango, Jimmy, and Scar 101 'IS IT A ROCKET' LMAOOOOO- HE'S SUFFOCATING AGAIN- SCAR BE CAREFULLLLL!!! Ik it's not in the comments, but, I GOT TO THIS POINT AND I'M ENJOYING IT, SCAR! Love this series sm and I'm only 5 POVs in lol. 'It's looking kinda like a shack' 'fancy house and exotic materials' indeed, Etho. Also yes, Scar, part of what gave it away is that ur favorite color is orange lol /lh the fact that Jimmy is the only one I've seen to call him 'Obi' when he says 'Hello There'- amazing. 'Nonono it's not a shack, look at that entrance!' But, Scar, you just said- ...OK- 'this is my shack' OK, Scar I'm confused. Is it or isn't it a shack? Ofc he cut out the arson threats and allegations smh /lh 'until next time, we'll see you later, and don't forget to subscribe because you may just become. SCARRRRED FOR LIFE!' ...yes I've memorized his outro-"

Martyn: "Wait OK before we start- are we sure that punching Jimmy didn't just, like, transfer the canary's curse? /lh like it could also be that he won last series and now he's the 'wet cat' of the first episode like I saw in another post, but like, what if?? I guess we'll see, huh? The awkward 'goodbye' and then walking the same way lmaooo 💀 Lizzie and Gem: 'WE HAVE TO GET TO THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS!' Martyn: 'uhhhhh anyways so-' what am I gonna get? Well uhhh probably one of the life hoodies, but I'll probably have to convince my mom to get it as a Christmas gift cuz I already spent a lot in the last month cuz I have no self control- but yeah probably the balloon hearts hoodie or the drippy hearts one. Love those. 'Ofc no wearing helmets' Scar, who has a helmet: 'Hi, Martyn!' 'oh mY GOd you scared me-' Payback for the jumpscare to Grian last series /lh /hj 'friends?' 'friends?' 'friends?' 'Helloooooo!' 'Martyn!' Idk why but that interaction made me exhale like- just imagine shouting through the walls in a cave to your friends irl. Omg now I'm imagining it with the reverb- 'you couldn't spare a heart, could you?' gives off the vibes of 'please sir, could I have some more?' Oliver Twist who? /lhj Bdubs and his chainmail lol 'THERE'S A SPAWNER?!' yeah...he's definitely having a rough first session- o7 'what is happening out there-?' I'd like to know too, Martyn, unfortunately I haven't watched their POVs yet. Also Etho saying 'BDUBS RUN! HIDE!' I- I'm normal about c!Ethubs I promise- 'YOU GOT HORSE ARMOR?!' ofc the local horsegirl /lhhj would ask about that lol- NOT ETHO TURNING INTO CANADIAN DAVID ATTENBOROUGH AND NARRATING HIS, MARTYN'S, AND BDUBS' ADVENTURES THROUGH THE CAVE- I- 💀 'this could go viral' true, Bdubs lol. BDUBS' MIC CUTTING OUT I'M CRYING- Gem's reaction of 'a what?!' and Scott's response of 'we just don't have a healer' is just perfect lol. Love that. WE'RE PLAYING THE MARTYN GETS NERFED MOD! TODAY WE CODED IT SO ALL THE MOBS ATTACK MARTYN AND ONLY MARTYN! that's the vibes Scott's comment gave me lol- 12 HEARTS?!? MARTYN!! OMG BE MORE CAREFUL!!! This Martyn nerf hitting hard- 'this could be really bad if I get poisoned-' YES IT COULD, MARTYN, YOU'RE ALREADY AT 12 HEARTS- IT'S LIKE YOU'RE TRYING TO BE THE FIRST TO YELLOW- /lh bro Martyn being risky is making my anxiety go 📈📈📈📈📈 BE MORE CAREFUL, MARTYN, PLS- I BEG OF U- MARTYN GOING TO THE NETHER- 📈📈📈 MARTYN THERE ARE GHASTS- PLEASE- I- AAAAAAAAAAAAA! MARTYNNNN! OMG! IS HE ALWAYS THIS RISKY, USUAL MARTYN VIEWERS?! CUZ IF SO IDT I'M GONNA SURVIVE BINGING ALL THE LIFE SERIES- 'ughhh I swear, dude, I swear, I'm gonna cry!!!' I AM TOO, PLEASE STOP GETTING INTO DANGER, MARTYN- Martyn saying damnit is me the whole time he's out risking his hearts. My heart can't take this kind of pressure, Martyn please stop being so riskyyyy- 😭 nINE HEARTS- MARTYN!!!! Istg I'm not surviving this episode- my heart is just- 📈📈📈📈📈📈📈 his pICKAXE BROKE?! OH YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! 'OH MY GOD, THE SUN!' I'M HAPPY TOO, HOPEFULLY HE DOESN'T LOSE TOO MANY MORE HEARTS. 'I've been to the nether and everything!' Yeah, imma be honest, I don't get that one. Like, didn't you write a song lITERALLY CALLED 'Screw The Nether' with friends????! /lh Lizzie's 'oh wow' 💀 fIVE AND A HALF HEARTS!! MARTYNNNN!!! OMG! 📈📈📈 NOT THE DROWNED- 😭 LEAVE HIM ALONE, BRUH, HE JUST TRYNA SURVIVE- Martyn panicking- same, bestie- Lizzie just like 'oh you stole my bed? Didn't notice' 💀 #1 way to tempt a horsegirl: offer something to protect his horse /lhj Cleo's laugh lol- infectious. MARTYN ZOOMING IN AND JIMMY JUST BRINGING BACK SCAR'S CAMEL IN THE BACKGROUND I CAN'T-"

OK I'm posting this and I'll rb for the other POVs, but Cleo's next.

So let's see, next rb is probably gonna be Cleo, Gem, Tango, Scott, Bdubs, and Pearl.

Third rb is probably gonna be Etho, Joel, Lizzie, Impulse, and BigB.

3 maybe 4 rb max.

#YOOOO THANK GOD IT SAVED MOST OF THIS IN DRAFTS I CLICKED AWAY AND FORGOT TO SAVE I WAS ABOUT TO CRY-#tofs musings #my thoughts on the first session of Secret Life #secret life #secret life spoilers #trafficblr #traffic life smp #grian #mumbo jumbo #skizzleman #solidaritygaming #goodtimeswithscar #inthelittlewood #also the reason that some of them are way longer is cuz I'm writing them as I watch and not after the fact

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sopebubbles · 2 years

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Chapter Fifteen

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: body dysmorphia/yn trying to hide her scars, lots of fluff here tho AND THE SEXUAL TENSION AHHH (no sex here tho)

A/n from beastie🐾: sopebubbles 🧼 really out did herself here. This is all her! my brain has been all kinds of goo, so I've really been no help in the plot development department. but honestly, I'm really glad because I don't think I would have written this half as well as she did (my exact words to her were: "Forget screaming into your pillow, this is tearing your pillow open with your teeth and thrashing around your room." lmaooo) I know you all will enjoy this chapter as much as I did!

Word count: 9.3K

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Hoseok had heard you speak his name, and he was sure, even through all the fog, that it wasn't a dream. He heard you blame yourself for what had happened to him, but he knew that these risks were part of the life he led, a life he chose and wouldn't change. Even if you were caught up in a messy web together, he wouldn't blame you, ever. He wanted to tell you that, but he couldn't open his mouth to speak, barely even able to breathe. He felt your fingers skim the back of his hand, but he couldn't make his hands move to reciprocate the touch. He couldn't raise his arm to grab your wrist as you turned away. Turned to leave. He wanted to stop you, but he couldn't lift himself out of the heavy, morphine induced slumber covering him like a weighted blanket.

He heard Yoongi stop you. He heard Yoongi say all the things he wouldn't be able to say even in the clearest of head spaces. And then the two of you were gone and Hoseok went back to sleep.

When you awoke, the sun was already up, higher than it usually was when you got up. You felt tired, from the inside out, although you had slept better than you had in weeks. The bed you were in was comfortable, softer than your own. When your eyes opened completely you saw Yoongi, laying a foot away from you, hair messy and his cheek squished against his pillow. You remembered how you had fallen asleep with your head on his chest last night, and it made you ache to fill the distance between you again. But that was last night, and now it was morning. Would he still feel the same now as he did when he was tired and the moment was critical?

You should get up and go to the kitchen, find Jungkook, and act normal, if you could. You were staying but that didn't mean you had to stay in this bed, even if it was comfortable and inviting and you very deeply wanted to.

A new concern crossed your mind. What if you weren't here when Yoongi woke up? He would worry. Maybe even panic that you had left while he was sleeping. And that would hurt him, wouldn't it? Or at least scare him. Was it arrogance to believe so? Did you give yourself too much importance? It would be better to stay put until he woke up and made a polite excuse to leave or found a nice way to ask you to go. You didn't want to make him worry.

As if Yoongi could sense the potential energy generated by your thoughts, his hand reached out for you. A muffled, mumbled "Val," left his lips and his fingers searched for you across the cool sheets. They met with a fabric of a different texture, his t-shirt draped over your body, drowning you even more than it did him. His fingers curled into the fabric, gently pulling, too tired to really drag you toward him. Without even thinking you scooted yourself closer to him, and he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you until your chests were pressed together. His lips landed on your forehead.

"Still here," he mumbled against your hairline.

Your fingertips drew circles in the fabric of the shirt he wore. "I'm still here. Is that okay?"

"'S perfect," he smiled sleepily. Yoongi felt torn between staying in a soft, warm heap with you, lingering on the edges of consciousness. If you both stayed like this you wouldn't have to think about right or wrong or consequences. You could simply enjoy the comfort of each other's presence. On the other hand, he sensed that you were more awake than he was, and that meant you were probably already thinking. He should wake up and speak with you properly, to let you know that he still felt everything he had said the night before and so much more. That he cared for you and he wanted you to stay. That whatever you wanted was okay with him as long as you wanted it. So he tried to come above the drowsiness, but you were so warm and he was so comfortable.

While he was trying to wake up, he failed to notice how you melted into him, how you let yourself relax against his chest and nuzzled into his neck. Then your lips grazed his skin. They pressed against his jaw. Your mind had cleared of thoughts but felt hazy, and you unself-consciously allowed your body to seek him out and find comfort in him. Your lips had just found the corner of his mouth and he turned slightly to catch your lips when a sleepy groan reached you from the other room.

"Hoseok," you whispered, frozen in Yoongi's embrace.

"Uh uh," he mumbled against your lips. His body pushed back against yours, not wanting to let this moment be ripped from his grasp. Another, unidentifiable sound emanated from the other room.

"Yes, it is!" You smiled and pulled yourself away from him quickly, leaving Yoongi bereft.

In haste, you ran out unthinkingly, not considering your state or who else might be out there. You hadn't thought about only being in Yoongi's shirt and your underwear, or that Jin would already be by his lover's side. You stopped abruptly in the doorway when you saw both men. The extra large shirt may have fallen to your thighs, but it left just enough to the imagination to inspire thoughts in each man's mind.

"You're awake," you smiled as both men stared at you.

Yoongi appeared behind you, his head peeking over your shoulder, visible to both men.

"Am I still dreaming?" were Hoseok's first words, uttered in a raspy, mumbled Korean.

"I'm not entirely sure," replied Seokjin, still gaping at your appearance.

Before you could turn to disappear and put on pants or offer any semblance of explanation, the door to the clinic burst open to introduce a breathless Jungkook.

"Val is–" his eyes scanned up and down your body. "Gone," the word fell empty from his lips.

"No. Just her pants are," Hoseok grinned.

You turned instantly, understanding their Korean well enough to feel embarrassed, and pushed past Yoongi to go find some bottoms to put on. When you bumped Yoongi's shoulder he couldn't help the teasing smirk that lit up his face as he met Jungkook's eyes across the room.

While you were trying to get your feet into the correct holes of the jeans you had discarded last night, a sleepy Taehyung and an even sleepier Jimin joined Jungkook in the doorway.

"What's going on?" Tae wondered aloud, rubbing the heel of his palm into his right eye. His voice came out quiet and deep.

"She's not anywhere!" Namjoon came behind them, herding the youngest men into the clinic that was much too small for all seven of them. "All the cars are here. How did she go?"

"I didn't go anywhere!" You grunted from the other room as you jumped into your pants. When you came back to the door your shirt was still hiked up, showing a small sliver of your taught stomach as you did the top button. The other three stood staring at you, eyes wide and mouths agape just as the others had done.

"You slept with Yoongi hyung?" Jimin asked, impressed and amused.

"We just slept," Yoongi corrected calmly but there was a warning in his voice.

"Well, and we kissed a little," you admitted, a small smile creeping across your lips.

"You guys kissed?" Jungkook sputtered.

"Before you, as a matter of fact," Yoongi grinned back.

"Oppaaa," you whined as your cheeks and neck warmed.

"Sorry," he murmured, brushing a hand against your elbow and giving you butterflies. Only Jin noticed, and he found it rather sweet.

"You bastard!" Jungkook cried, enthusiastic rather than angry. "You sat there at dinner last night and asked if I used protection, while you were keeping a secret!"

"Guys!" You wailed to stop the embarrassment they were heaping onto you. That Yoongi had really asked that. That Jungkook had been discussing what you did together at dinner. It was absolutely mortifying. "Please, let's focus on what matters." You moved to perch on the very edge of Hoseok's bed. "Hobi is awake."

"Hobi was awake yesterday," Jimin informed you, leaning into Taehyung's shoulder. "I want to hear about this kiss!"

Taehyung gave the smaller man a harsh sideways glance and pushed him back with his shoulder.

You ignored them and looked at Hobi. "You were?"

He nodded, an unreadable smile on his lips.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know, or I would've come to see you."

"I understand. You had a lot to hide from, apparently." His smile became playful and you had to remind yourself that he was still healing to stop yourself from punching his arm. You glared at him instead and got off his bed.

Noticing your discomfort, Jin chose to change the subject. "Now that everyone is together again, Jungkook, we should celebrate your birthday properly."

Your eyes darted up to Jungkook's. "Today's your birthday?" You'd almost missed it. You'd almost left. You never really got to celebrate special occasions and you'd almost missed one.

Jungkook smiled affectionately at you, a slight tilt to good head. "It was yesterday."

"Oh. I didn't-I don't…" You had nothing to give him. Even if you had known you'd still have nothing to give him, nothing to add to the celebration.

Jungkook shook his head at the silly thoughts he could read on your face as if you had a cartoon bubble over your head. He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him. "Believe me, beautiful, you made it one of the best birthdays ever." He held you against his chest in a light, but comforting hug, resting his chin off your head before he added, "even if you slept in Yoongi hyung's bed."

You pushed away from him and made a face at his teasing, but you both knew there was nothing in it. There was too much joy in his eyes for you to feel any criticism.

"So what would you like to do, Kook?" Namjoon asked, threading a firm hand through his lover's hair. It was the most intimate gesture you'd ever seen between them in front of the whole group, but you were sure by the lack of reaction from the others that you were the only one who wasn't used to it. Maybe you just had never noticed before, too wrapped up in your own thoughts to mind what they were doing. Or maybe Namjoon was just feeling touchy this morning. You’d never know that the truth was he wanted to be touching you, but he could tell how uneasy all the attention was already making you, so he didn't want to add to it. Even though the first thing he felt when he saw you was relief so strong he wanted to wrap his arms around you.

Jungkook only dragged his eyes up and down your body once again, thinking that what he would like to do only involved one of the other men in this room and you. In the growing silence, Jimin offered, "we should have a pool party!"

All six men turned their heads to him, some with raised eyebrows.

"Not one of those pool parties," he amended. Not the kind that involved dozens of scantily clad men and women and a variety of drugs. "Just us, and Val."

At that, most of the attention in the room returned to you. Taehyung watched you with wary eyes, wondering if you would protest, wondering if you would own up to the fact that you didn't even own a bathing suit. He and Yoongi watched as you carefully folded your arms over your middle, as if you were already building up the shield around yourself.

Your throat bobbed before you said, "what about Hobi? He won't be able to swim."

Hoseok smiled up at you, warmly this time. "I don't mind sitting in the shade with Yoongi and watching."

"You don't swim?"

"You know cats don't like water," Jungkook answered with a teasing grin before Yoongi could respond. When Yoongi fired a lethal glare back, you wondered if this was Jungkook's regular teasing or if it was something more like rivalry.

"It's settled, then," Seokjin decided. "I will make some snacks, Val is on drinks, Taehyung is on music, and the rest of you can find something useful to do."

"Drinks? It's barely 9 am," you noted before they could all disperse on Jin's order.

"Why? Do you have somewhere to be later?" Jin teased.

You bristled. "No."

"Great! Then we'll start with mimosas and move on to margaritas later."

You merely shook your head and watched the others as they filed out of the room. With the space and a little more privacy, Yoongi went to Hoseok's side to look him over. You stood nervously to the side, not quite wanting to go, not sure what to do if you stayed.

"What can I do? Do you need anything?" You asked after a minute of hesitation.

"Can you get me some water?" Hoseok needed it, but more than anything he wanted a moment alone with Yoongi. You nodded silently and left for the kitchen.

"Is something wrong?" The doctor asked when he noticed his patient watching you until you left.

"No. I mean, my ribs hurt and the wound is a little sore, but I feel relieved. Thank you, hyung."

Yoongi wrinkled his brows as he checked Hoseok's arm where the IV was inserted. "What are you talking about?"

"You stopped her from leaving. I thought maybe I had dreamed it, but it was real. And if it wasn't for you, she'd be gone."

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck. "I'm not sure I did the right thing. Maybe it was…selfish."

"It wasn't. We all want her to stay, not just you."

"Just because we all wanted it doesn't mean I didn't do it for myself."

"I don't believe that and neither do you. Neither does Val."

"But if leaving was what she wanted—"

Hoseok looks at the elder with complete sincerity. "It wasn't. And you didn't stop her just because you want her, but because you know she isn't ready. Because she still needs to heal and learn. Running away isn't what she wanted. What she wants is to be loved, and you gave her that."

Yoongi lost his breath for a moment before quietly asking, "What if it isn't enough?"

Hoseok thought of Jin, of how good he was of gluing people back together with careful, considered love. The way he had done it when Hoseok was young. The way he did for Jungkook when he was still just a teenager, with a brotherly sort of affection. It wasn't too late for you. You could join Jin's family of broken toys, held together by love.

"Even if it isn't," Hoseok replied, "we'll all give her every kind of love she needs until she doesn't need it anymore. Until leaving is something she can do and not something she needs to."

Yoongi nodded thoughtfully at that just as you came in with water for the patient. He let Hoseok's words replay in his head and decided he hoped that one day you would leave, to know that you could go anywhere and know that there would be people who loved you. At least one person who loved you. Maybe when you left you'd take him with you.

"Oppa?"

Yoongi shook himself out of his thoughts and the fantasies that he imagined last night, making subtle alterations. He looked at you, eyes endearingly confused.

"Are you sure I can go swimming?" You repeated "I'm not fully healed…"

Yoongi's had tilted in further confusion. In all the days he had begged you to take things slow you had never once agreed with him that you were anything less than perfectly fine. You had jumped at the chance for pilates with Jungkook, had pestered the man for more without asking Yoongi. So why? Why were you hiding behind an injury that even Yoongi knew was healed now. Yoongi considered.

"Can I see your wound?"

You swallowed and gave a small nod. Carefully, you gripped the hem of Yoongi's oversized shirt and lifted it up to the bottom of your breasts. Your eyes glided over to Hoseok. You could have turned away to prevent him from seeing, but you had realized when you helped Yoongi with him the other night that the two of you had a wound in roughly the same spot. You had seen his while he was shirtless on the table under Yoongi's hands, and it gave you the feeling of some kind of equality between you. Besides, Hoseok only held your gaze calmly while Yoongi examined you, his eyes never leaving yours. Only the doctor's words broke your silent moment between his patients.

"I thought so. You're healed. I wanted to see if I could take out the stitches yesterday, but…Anyway, I can take them out now and as long as you let me put some antiseptic on it afterwards, you should be fine." Yoongi watched your face carefully as you lowered your shirt, noticing the misplaced disappointment there. But you nodded your head anyway, not willing to pass up the opportunity to be rid of the irritating threads. Yoongi looked over his shoulder at Hoseok. "We can go remove them in my bathroom, if you want some privacy."

It was a silly suggestion when the current proposal for the day was to let all seven of these men feast on you with their eyes. You rolled your eyes and climbed up on the exam table wordlessly. Yoongi knelt on the ground, reaching under the bed to grip the strap of your bag.

"If you want to change first, you can," Yoongi offered, assuming you would need your things.

You grimaced at him before leaning yourself back. "Just do it."

Yoongi gathered his tools and pulled on a pair of gloves while you settled and exposed your abdomen to him. He trained his eyes on your wound, focusing hard on the stitches instead of the lines that led beneath the waistband of your jeans, and hoping you didn't notice when he slipped.

"So, Val, is it four or five of our members that you've kissed now? Did you and Namjoon kiss yesterday, too?" His voice was full of teasing, deciding it would be better to make you uncomfortable in this way rather than through silence.

You stared a hole into the ceiling above instead of giving him the satisfaction of pointing your glare at him, but your face and your neck were hot.

"First Taehyung, then me, Yoongi, and Jungkook! Who will be next?" Hoseok pushed.

Without pausing his work or shifting his eyes, Yoongi retorted, "if I remember correctly, you kissed her, but she didn't kiss you back. So I don't think that counts."

You turned your head finally and stuck out your tongue at him.

Hoseok laughed hard enough to make his own wound hurt and winced. "So four then?"

You smiled slyly. "And maybe I'll let you be last."

"You're cruel, Val. But I'm a patient man. I can wait."

You closed your eyes, shutting him out as you tried to ignore the want growing inside of you. It wasn't an aching want, not yet. But somewhere deep inside you had begun to wonder just how much these men would really give you. When you opened your eyes to look at Yoongi, he seemed entirely unbothered. You could tell he had mocked Hoseok for his own amusement more than any kind of malice.

When Yoongi finished he stood, but leaned over you before you could sit up. He placed his hands on either side of your head and lowered himself to kiss you. He toed the line between sweet and sensual, his tongue remaining in his mouth, but his teeth nipped at your lower lip before he pulled away to say, just loud enough for Hoseok to hear, "since we got interrupted earlier."

When you reached the top of the stairs you met with Taehyung. Such encounters with you almost never occurred, since he'd been staying in Jimin’s room to help you both have the space that you needed. Now he came to you with an offering. He held in his hands the large stuffed bear that he had won on your very first date. The one you had left him as a reminder. He watched you gulp when you eyed him up and down, slow to meet his gaze.

"So you were going?" Taehyung asked when he saw your heavy duffle bag over your shoulder, although you didn't seem to be struggling under the weight of it.

"I was going to," you said flatly and went quiet. You stared at each other but avoided your faces. You studdied the way his thin veiny hands gripped the cheerful bear, and studied your smaller, calloused hand where you clutch the strap of your bag.

"I don't know what it is," you finally said. "Like an itch under my skin. Something that screams in my head when I make a decision. When I don't know what to do, I can only leave." You sighed and smiled wryly. "One of these days, I'll accomplish it."

Tae replied, "I'm sure you will." He gave the bear a squeeze. "But for now you're staying?" You nodded, your brown eyes looking up innocently at him. "Then, can I give you back your bear?"

"You don't want him?" You stretched out a finger to stroke his snout.

Taehyung shrugged like it meant nothing but his words said otherwise. "Me keeping him just makes me sad, but I hope you can still be happy when you have it. Whatever happened after, whatever we didn't or should have done, that day we were really happy."

You smiled softly at the bear, at the memory of that sun kissed afternoon when you really, truly felt like a new person. When you really felt happy. You held out your open palms to take the gift, and the weight on Tae's chest lifted a little. Your fingertips brushed the backs of his hands as you took ownership of the memory.

"I was really happy, for so much of it. I know it wasn't perfect, but I liked…being her. I wanted to be that way, fun and carefree and wild, but I'm not." You hoped he could finally understand that this was your fundamental problem, not him.

Tae tried to smile, but he didn't quite manage it. "Maybe you can take parts of her into yourself. You are fun, when you let yourself be, even if you can't be carefree."

"I'm still trying to work out…who I'm going to be," you admitted.

This time Tae did smile and it reached all the way to his eyes. "That's good. You should take some time to figure it out. And in the meantime, I just want you to be happy. Whether that involves me or my brothers. Just do what makes you happy."

You both became aware of Jungkook moving around in his room through the door at your back. You thanked Taehyung with a squeeze of your bear and walked into your own room. After placing the gift on your bed, you took your time putting your clothes back in their place. You didn't actually have anything appropriate to wear to a pool party, so you simply slipped on a short pair of athletic shirts and a worn cotton tank top. If Yoongi and Hoseok could sit to the side and still be part of it, then so could you. You could even sit at the edge of the pool and dip your feet in. Still, you dreaded talking about why you weren't fully participating, so you delayed as long as possible.

Instead you let your mind fill with sweeter things, Yoongi's lips, his smell when you awoke in his bed this morning; the way Jungkook and Namjoon looked at each other, at you; how it felt to be held between the two of them. You let those pleasant feelings warmth you up and soothe your nerves. You focused solely on them as you stroked the soft fur of the bear with mindless fingers, until you heard a splash from outside your balcony.

You went to the glass door to have a look. Below, Jimin was already in the pool, Taehyung following close behind with a cannon ball. To the side, under a shaded pergola, Yoongi and Hoseok were already lounging. Yoongi appeared to be covering his face with a healthy layer of sunscreen, while Namjoon spread some over Jungkook's shoulders, although it wasn't clear if he was applying it as much as stroking the man's supple skin. The only one missing was Jin, and you guessed he was still in the kitchen. He had given you a job and you had to get it over with, so you trudged down the stairs.

Seokjin was in the kitchen as expected, chopping fruit and placing it carefully on a large platter. When you moved around him to wash your hands you noticed he had already put out champagne and orange juice alongside a large glass pitcher.

He eyed you up and down. You could see the question in his eyes but you ignored it. "Why do I have to make the drinks?" You asked as you examined the bottle of champagne he had put out. It was obviously more expensive than any you had ever seen at your grungy, old dive bar. Jin watched you to see if you knew what you were doing, but to you a cork was just a cork and you covered it with a dish towel before you began to shift it.

"Because you have the most experience."

You let the cork out with a pop, moving quickly to get the liquid into the glass pitcher without spilling much. "I doubt that. I mean, everyone here must have several years of drinking on me." You gave Jin a teasing smile under your innocent eyes. "Right, Seokjin sunbaenim?"

The man narrowed his eyes at you before he continued chopping. "I was thinking, once everything settles down for you, we could hire you at the club. We could keep an eye on you, and you could get out of the house, make some money."

You stiffened for a moment, but tried to make it pass. "You still don't trust me? Or am I just too much of a burden?" You asked quietly.

Jin immediately put his knife down and turned his whole body to face you. "Val, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry."

You shrugged, but avoided his gaze. "I would understand if you're mad at me, after Hoseok." Your eyes burned with tears.

Jin shook his head. "No, I'm not. No one blames you. Hoseok made his choice. We each did. Honestly, I only meant to give you an option for when this…period of your life is over."

You loosened a breath and let your shoulders sag. "Then thanks, but when things 'settle,' I'll be going."

Jin sucked air through his teeth. "Where will you go? What will you do?"

You shrugged again. "I don't know."

Jin finished chopping up the cantaloupe on his cutting board and speared a cube on the end of his knife, holding it out for you. You took it without hesitation. "Well, think about it. The offer stands." He moved the rest of the fruit into the tray before he said, "I think when the time comes, you should do whatever you want. But you need to know what that is. And until you do, you have a place here. You're not a burden."

"Thank you, Seokjin sunbaenim," you murmured.

Jin smiled fondly. "Now take this out to Hoseok. And oppa will be just fine." He winked before he rushed you out the door with the fruit platter and drink pitcher.

You were so focused on not spilling anything out of the almost-too-full vessel that you didn't pay any attention to the looks you were given as you approached the pool area. Hoseok smiled at you as you set the tray on the table next to him. Someone has already brought glasses out and you filled one before handing it to Yoongi.

"Thank you, Val." Yoongi took the glass and then narrowed his eyes at Hoseok. "None for him."

The injured man scrunched up his face at his doctor. Jimin called your name from the pool. When you turned to look at him, Jungkook was standing at the deep end of the pool, poised to launch himself from the edge in a back flip, but he was still dry in his short swim trunks that showed off his powerful legs. The tattoos that climbed up his arm and spread onto his chest were also on display, a beaming smile topping it all off. The other three men were already wading in the pool. Although you had seen Taehyung and Jimin with their shirts off just a few nights ago, you hadn't yet had the pleasure of Namjoon's bare chest. It took real effort to keep yourself from staring at his broad shoulders and thick muscles, but Jimin demanded your attention.

"Where's your bikini, kitten?" Jimin's voice was a unique blend of pouting, teasing and leering at you. You were sure it was well practiced.

You could feel every eye on you as you stood silently, even Jin's from inside the house. "I don't have one," you admitted.

"You live in LA; how can you not own a swimsuit?" Jimin questioned as he tread water.

You shrugged, trying to make it seem like it wasn't weird. "I just don't."

"But that's the whole point of today." He was fully pouting now.

"I thought the point was to have fun with Jungkook. I can do that while sitting by the side, just like them." You looked over your shoulder at the older men, and Yoongi gave you an affirming smile.

"But-"

"Of course you can, Val. Do whatever makes you comfortable," Taehyung interrupted Jimin pointedly, his words barely escaping through his teeth.

"I'm sure we have a bathing suit that would fit you, Val, if you want to borrow one," Namjoon offered. You silently cursed him as you flushed with embarrassment. They were making this impossible.

Taehyung muttered something under his breath.

"Jungkook, take her into the pool house and help her pick something out," Namjoon ordered him when you continued to hesitate.

Jungkook smiled even brighter and came to take you by the hand, leading you away from the others. As soon as you were inside the small house, Taehyung turned on Jimin.

"What is your problem?" He hissed.

Jimin held his hands up innocently. "What? Don't tell me you don't want to see her in a bikini?"

"She's uncomfortable."

"Well she shouldn't be!"

"She doesn't want–" Taehyung let go of a ragged breath. "She doesn't want you to see her scars, idiot."

Jimin paused. He'd forgotten about that detail about your body. But he pushed it aside anyway. "Who cares?"

"She does!" The other emphasized.

"We need to push her a little out of her comfort zone until she becomes comfortable again! Everything is out in the open now, we might as well take the time to get her used to the idea that we all want her. It will be smoother in the long run." Jimin sounded sure, but Taehyung had to stifle the urge to strike him.

"Jimin, you're done pushing. We all need to act like it's not a big deal because it isn't. Try to make her comfortable," Namjoon growled.

Inside the pool house, Jungkook pulled open a drawer that was stuffed with parts of bathing suits, almost none of them complete. They had accumulated over time, an abandoned top or bottom here and there, until it made quite a colorful collection. Jungkook held up a few tops, trying to judge your cup size. You sighed impatiently before he decided on green bottoms with a yellow string bikini top, both of the colors popping against your rich skin. He held them out to you, but you didn't take them. He scanned your face before he asked warily, "what's wrong?" He wasn't impatient, but concerned.

"Nothing," you snapped as you snatched the green bottoms out of his hands, but his other hand retreated before you could grab it.

"Tell me, please."

You huffed. "I don't want everyone to see," you said thickly, trying to ignore the moisture at the rims of your eyes.

"See…your scars," Jungkook exhaled. He hadn't questioned why you didn't take off your shirt when you had sex in the gym yesterday, and he hadn't put together the pieces this morning. He felt like an ignorant fool, but he had just forgotten that particularly shattered part of you. The moment he saw the tear trip down your cheek, he stepped closer, discarding the offensive garment and cradled your face in his hands. He bent to kiss the tear away, his lips feathering against your cheek before he kissed your lips with the same gentleness. "Fuck Jimin. You don't have to wear anything you don't want to," he murmured as he pulled you against his chest. His hands wrapped protectively around your most vulnerable part. "But…:

You angled your head up without moving from his embrace. "You should know that seeing them won't change anything we feel for you. It won't change how beautiful we think you are."

"Don't say that when you don't know," you choked out.

"But I do know! You're beautiful, even where you're broken." He chuckled as you tried to bury your face in his chest. "I think you should wear it, not for Jimin or for any of us. Just so you can get in the water and have fun with us."

You sighed, pulling away from him. "I don't know."

"I have an idea," he smirked and you raised an eyebrow. Jungkook gripped your hip and spun you around, pulling your back flush against his chest. He wrapped his hands low across your stomach and spoke softly into your ear. "Put on the bikini, and once we get into the water, I'll cover you, just like this. I'll have your back," he smiled and kissed the skin where your neck bent to your shoulder.

A quiet moan left you. "The others will get jealous."

"Ah, so you did notice," he tears, lips still on your skin. "Even though it's my birthday, I don't mind sharing."

You lingered in his arms a moment longer before you groaned, "fiiine. Gimme the damn bikini."

Jungkook grinned triumphantly and picked up the top off the dresser where he'd thrown it.

"Turn around."

Jungkook clicked his tongue but turned. "I've seen you naked before."

"No, you haven't. You've seen me half naked."

"Yeah, so we should fix that."

You ignored him as you shimmied out of your shorts and into the bottoms. You tried to do the strings of the top as quickly as possible, but your shaking hands made it difficult.

"Do you need help?"

"No!"

You finally completed a secure knot and let your hair fall away down your back, hoping it would cover a good portion.

"You go first," you ordered him when you were ready.

"Let me at least see you!"

"Go!"

Jungkook didn't resist looking at you over his shoulder as he opened the door, but he didn't draw it out as he strode out toward the pool. You walked carefully behind him so that his body shielded you mostly from sight. Then he sprinted toward the pool and launched himself into a front flip, creating enough of a distraction for you to sneak to the pool's edge and slip with. Water splashed over Jimin and Taehyung and sloshed over the sides of the rectangular pool. And before anyone but Yoongi and Hoseok had seen you, you had submerged yourself in the water. You emerged, smoothing your hair away from your face while your shoulders remained below the water at the same time Jimin did. He met your eyes.

"Sneaky little kitten," he smirked.

Jungkook used his powerful arms and legs to swim over to you before Jimin could and wrapped himself around you exactly as he promised he would.

"Are you using Jungkook to hide from me?" Jimin asked with an arched brow.

"No."

"She just feels more comfortable with me. I'm protecting her from you." Jungkook made a show of holding you close to him, his thick arms protectively crossed over your stomach.

"You act like I'm gonna pounce on her," Jimin scoffed.

"Ignore Jimin," Taehyung told you. "He's particularly horny today and he tends to get rather predatory. But if he doesn't start to behave I'll put him on a sex ban." He shot Jimin a sharp glare.

"You don't mean that," the man replied seductively. He began to move lazily through the water, keeping his eyes on nothing in particular but conspicuously off of you. Jungkook kept his wary gaze on the man who came subtly closer to you. Just before Jimin could get close enough to touch you, Jungkook spun the two of you away, dragging your body with his through the water, toward Namjoon. You shrieked with laughter at the sudden change, giggling as Namjoon took Jungkook's place at your back. His large hands gripped firmly at your waist, thick fingers sinking into your flesh, causing goosebumps down your arms. He steered you away from where Jimin was struggling against Jungkook and finding himself at quite a disadvantage. Namjoon's broad chest covered your back completely with room to spare, and the heat his skin had soaked up from the sun radiated into your own. He pushed you toward the wall of the pool and caged you there. His hands moved to your arms and soothed down your skin.

"Is this okay?" He asked in your ear and a chill went down your spine. He slid his hands over yours and rested them at your hips, his middle fingers tracing over the top of your bikini bottoms. You went still except to nod. Namjoon's hands continued to roam over your body under the water, one feeling the taut muscles of your abdomen while the other caressed your inner thigh. "You have an incredible body, Val," he murmured, mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath on your skin. "I can't wait to explore you," he added as his fingertips ghosted over the fabric between your legs.

You squealed when Jimin jumped into Namjoon's back, water splashing around the two of you as he tried to reach for you. Namjoon put a foot against the wall and pushed off, giving you room to move away.

"What's going on?" Jin asked, looking at the commotion in the pool as he brought out two more plates of snacks and set them around Hoseok as if they weren't for everyone.

"I think they're playing keep away with Val. Either that, or fighting to get their hands on her," Hoseok answered as he watched you swim down the length of the pool.

You weren't thinking too much about it as you moved down the wall to the next sheltering body. You encountered Taehyung's legs where they hung into the water from his seat on the hot concrete.

"Hey," you breathed when you looked up at him.

He smiled at you easily and spread open his long legs. "I'll guard you," he promised. You slipped between his knees and he crossed his legs over your chest, letting you hold onto his legs to help keep yourself afloat. You kept your back safely pressed against the cool tile of the pool wall as you watched the other men horseplay, splashing and laughing loudly. Jin handed a glass to Jungkook before slipping into the water, taunting Jimin with something in Korean that you didn't catch. When Jimin slipped out of Namjoon's grasp and moved toward you again, you started, but Taehyung kept you locked between his legs.

"Wait," he said quietly. "I'll tell you when to go."

He let Jimin approach you while the others merely watched and waited. When Jimin was within touching distance of you, Taehyung stuck out both long legs, pressing his feet against Jimin's shoulders.

"Go, Val!" Taehyung exclaimed as he held the other man at bay.

Jimin's face scrunched as he stretched to catch you, but you giggled before you ducked out of Tae's legs. As soon as you were clear, Tae caught Jimin between his feet and pulled him into the spot you had vacated. Jimin's hand reached for you, grazing your arm but you carefully pulled it away and swam for the other end of the pool. Jin came out to meet you in the middle of the pool and towed you to the shallow end.

"Having fun?" He asked as he pulled you through the water.

"Yeah," you smiled more naturally than he thought he had seen before. Yet he noticed how as you got to where you could stand, you kept your shoulders below the water. Jungkook almost moved to take you from him, to cover you again. But Jin caught on without needing to be told and he pulled you against him before propelling you both to the edge of the pool once again.

"Look what I caught for you, Hobi," Jin crooned as he gathered your long hair down the middle of your back.

At the shallow end, you stood in front of Jin and the concrete came up to your ribs, leaving your breasts on display in the slightly too small top that Jungkook had picked for you. You hadn't bothered to say anything to him, since it was clear that getting a good look at you was clearly the purpose anyway.

Hoseok licked his lips when you leaned forward slightly and rested your elbows on the warm concrete. "Thank you, hyung. I love it."

"Are you okay, Hobi?" You asked sweetly as Jin continued to twirl a column of your hair, wringing some of the water out and watching as the water slipped down your back. His eyes traced over the pattern of scars over the majority of your back. He wasn't being a voyeur or looking for pleasure. There was no changing your value based on what he saw. But he needed to know. Hobi watched, knowing as he saw Seokjin’s face the tenderness the older man was willing to give you. It warmed his heart to watch his own lover accept you so completely. While his scars weren’t as physically visible as yours, Hoseok knew the heaviness that came with living with them each day. Slowly, Seokjin had taught him how to trust others to share the weight of that burden and he knew Seokjin could do the same for you too.

"I'm great right now, jagiya." Hoseok smiled at you and your chest heated.

Jin let go of your hair and leaned into you. "Yoongi can you get me a drink please." He said it so casually, politely but in a tone that made it an order rather than a favor.

Yoongi was happy to oblige. He stirred the contents of the pitcher to mix what might have settled and then he poured a glass for Jin. He rose and walked to stand in front you before he crouched down to be almost level with you. Then he handed the glass to Jin.

"Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" Yoongi asked as Jin took a drink.

"I'm good, oppa," you answered happily.

Jin squeezed your side. You turned your head up at him. "Yes, oppa?" You questioned.

Jin's free hand came out of the water to cup your throat, holding your face at that angle before he lifted his glass to your chin. "Open," he said with the same authority he had used on Yoongi a moment earlier.

So you parted your mouth slightly so he could put his glass to your lips. The liquid spilled into your mouth, sweet and sour orange juice coating your tongue, accompanied by the fizz of champagne bubbles. You swallowed a mouthful and both men watched a rivulet of yellow slip down the corner of your mouth. Jin pulled the glass away and released his hold on your jaw. You faced forward to Yoongi again, and he reached out to swipe the liquid back up to coat your lower lip with his thumb. Your breath stopped as Yoongi lifted the thumb to his own mouth. He smiled at the taste of oranges and chlorine, then he walked back to his seat. He opened the book he'd brought outside with him and began to ignore everyone.

Your thoughts became hazy with so many hands on you, so many teasing words, so many longing stares. You were vaguely aware of Jin and Hoseok talking over you, but not enough to tell if they were talking to or about you. To your left, Namjoon and Jungkook were tangled together, caught in their own small moment of wandering hands and soft lips. Whether the words Namjoon was murmuring against Jungkook's skin were sultry or sweet was only for them to know. Jin still stood at your back, but not against you, his hands on the concrete caging you protectively but not possessively.

You sank into the water and moved away from him, deciding your attempts to hide were pointless. They were going to see eventually. They seemed to already know. It wasn't as if they didn't already know you were broken. And they were willing to keep you anyway. You reminded yourself of what Namjoon had told you yesterday about accepting their feelings, that they were genuine. Until you could believe that yourself, you would just have to take his word for it. But you couldn't hide. You let yourself float in the water, felt it glide over your skin like another caress, soaked the sunlight into your cheeks.

You felt a hand wrap around your waist, too gentle to startle you, and you kept your eyes closed as the person pulled you closer.

"You've been running from me, kitten. You're not scared of me, are you?" You knew it was him from his hands, but you opened your eyes to look at Jimin anyway. You turned to have him directly.

"I was just playing, Jiminie. Isn't that what you want? To play?"

Jimin set his hands on your hips and pulled you close to him. To his surprise, you wrapped your legs and arms around him, lazily tracing the crescent moon tattoo at the base of his neck.

"You caught on quick, didn't you?"

You merely shrugged. Jimin's hands clasped behind your back as he moved the two of your weightless bodies aimlessly through the water. "Do you want to play?"

"What kind of game?" You asked it innocently even though you knew Jimin was anything but.

"Any kind. I know a lot of games. Some the others don't like to play." He pulled you tighter to him so your chest didn't lean so far away, so he could speak in your ear. "Maybe there are some things you'd like that you don't know to ask for. Things I could show you. You can come play anytime, with me and Tae."

Your legs squeezed around him and Jimin grinned. You looked over his shoulder to where Taehyung still sat at the deep end of the pool. "Would Tae be okay with that?" After everything, you didn't want to hurt him more.

Jimin chuckled softly. "Yes, he would. I think it would mean a lot to him. Even though he didn't want to share you before, his perspective has changed now."

You leaned back again to look Jimin in the eyes. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded. "Do you still play with Mariana?"

His face went stoney for half a second and then he shook his head.

"Not since the night you found out about everything."

Your brows furrowed just slightly. "Why not?"

Jimin shrugged. He honestly hadn't thought about it. "She was just for fun. A little distraction now and then while Taehyung was with you. She wasn't the only one. But since things fell apart between you two, I've been focusing on him."

You only gave him a squeeze in response and continued to let him float you around the pool for several minutes. After that you let each of them pass you around again, enjoying their touches and kisses. You laughed along with their teasing of one another and listened eagerly to stories they told. Morning turned to afternoon and you'd never been so happy to be tired in your whole life.

You nodded, taking in the information, and leaned into him again, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of his embrace. It was just like cuddling.

“Thank you for taking care of him,” you whispered. Jimin's chest bloomed as you settled into him. He nestled his face in your neck and stroked his thumb up and down an old scar. "I know you have Yoongi and everyone else, but just know you can come to me, too. For comfort or a cuddle or an itch you need scratched."

When everyone decided it was time to get out of the sun, you climbed out of the pool and moved with small but quick steps over to Yoongi to grab a towel from the stack beside him. You wrapped the thick, fluffy towel around your body, disappearing beneath the blue and white stripes. You sat on the other side of Yoongi on the double chaise lounge he had chosen to sit on in hopes you'd eventually find your way there. His book was still open against his knees, but his eyes were on you.

"Having fun?" He asked as he watched you examine your pruney fingers.

Your smile was blinding. "I'm exhausted. I need a nap." You rested your head back against the chaise and closed your eyes, your smile not faltering one bit. Yoongi moved a piece of hair from your face.

"You should go shower. Then you can nap in your bed. The chlorine isn't good for your skin."

You pouted and moaned at his words. Your body angled toward him and inched closer. "But I want to stay with you, oppa. Didn't get to hang out with you all day."

That wasn't entirely true. He'd been there the whole time, sneaking glances above his book to watch you share your joy with the other members. But there had been so much of the others and so little of him. Whenever you were with the whole group you were used to being close to him. He was like a security blanket and even though you had learned today that you didn't need him, you still missed him.

Yoongi's smile only grew more endeared. "How about you go shower and come up and clean your cut and then we can hang out a little bit, just me and you."

You opened your eyes to look up at him. His long black hair waved gently away from his face. His expression was so tender, you melted all over again. You could reach up just a little and kiss him. But maybe he would get tired of it if you did that too frequently. The smile you returned came more from your eyes than your lips when you replied, "come up to my room in ten minutes."

Yoongi knocked softly when he came to your room, worried you might not be ready. But you answered with a quiet command to come in. He found you in your bathroom, tying your damp hair into a thick bun atop your head. The air still hung wetly with the floral fragrance of the products you had used. It was mildly intoxicating. You were dressed already, in a loose pair of sweats that hung low on your hips, a bright strip of your underwear peeking out, paired with an old, thin t-shirt and–he could tell–no bra.

Yoongi swallowed as he stepped into the large bathroom. "I brought a cream that will help reduce the scarring. If you apply it frequently, it should be minimal."

You gave him a tight smile and thanks as you finished securing your hair. "Can I?" He gestured with the containers in his hands. You responded by sitting back on the countertop and lifting the hem of your shirt. Yoongi soaked a cotton ball with the antiseptic he had brought with him and dabbed it gently along the lines of your cut.

"There's something else I wanted to talk to you about," he said as he waited for it to dry. "As your doctor."

You chuckled lightly. "Sure."

"Birth control," he uttered, like ripping off a bandaid. You bit your lips together to keep from laughing or from showing how shy you were with your smile. "It's up to you of course. I managed to get a supply of pills, in case you want to start today. But if you'd like another method, I can get you in to see an OBGYN."

You blinked at him. "I'm not so good at remembering to take the pill every day."

"I can help you, make sure you take it on time." He nudged your thigh. "It will give me an excuse to see you."

"This is really happening, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"They all actually want to have sex with me," you almost laughed at how ridiculous it was.

Yoongi blushed, but he tried to ignore it. "We," he corrected, "all want to have sex with you. To be close to you. Not all of us in the same way. We're all different but…we all want to take care of you in the ways we know how." He let you take in his words for a moment, watching your face, but you gave away nothing. "Does that scare you?"

You let out a breath. "I don't know if scare is the right word. It's strange. It's going to take a while to get used to."

"That's understandable. Take everything at your own pace, Val. We'll be here."

You nodded and Yoongi unscrewed the cap on the jar of lotion he had brought you. He dabbed it over your skin with the lightest of touches. Then he straightened up to look you in the eyes.

"I meant everything I said last night, Val. I love you, but I don't mind being only one of many who do. I'll give you anything you need or want from me."

You fisted the front of his shirt in your hands and pulled him between your legs so there was hardly any space between you. You looked at him eye to eye, but almost too close to focus, so close his breath was on your lips.

"You're too—"

"No." He cut you off, hands raising to your shoulders, to tease his fingers along your neck. "Not too anything."

You paused, breathing the same breath, but not moving. "What if I don't know how to love you back, even though I want to?"

His thumb stroked along your jaw. Yoongi knew it scared you. But he also knew you were more than capable of it. He knew you would feel it and show it long before you could recognize it. And even if you didn't, he wasn't sure it would matter to him. "Will you stay until you figure it out or decide you don't want to?"

You nodded slowly. "I'll stay."

"Then there's nothing more to want," he smiled before he kissed you.

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twistedappletree · 4 months

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It’s PRIYA! ✨💞☀️💞✨

Some more about her under the cut below the pic bc her story is a bit rough but she’s such a sweet precious pretty baby fr 🥺🥀

First of all, she responds SO WELL to Priya. I think she likes the name and pronunciation because of how bright it is. I also got her some fancy hemp-based strawberry lime hibiscus doggy perfume since I can’t give her a bath yet because of her surgery staples. 🌺

Basically, her original owners surrendered her because there were medical complications with her pregnancy and they didn’t want to deal with it. They took her to the shelter way too late so her babies had to be aborted and she’s extremely depressed because of it. She was in the very last kennel in the back so she wasn’t getting viewed much by potential adopters and she was there so long without getting any interest that they scheduled her to be euthanized to make more room in the shelter. No one even offered to foster her. 💔

It’s also very clear that she was abused, likely by a man. Even while I was at the shelter, she gravitated towards me and stayed away from the male employees (who aren’t bad people btw, it’s just that her trauma makes her afraid of them).

She’s not doing this anymore but she squinted and lowered her head when I first tried to pet her, as though she was expecting to be hit. I also took her outside to show her her new backyard and where she can go potty but she thought I was kicking her out for the night so she went into the corner of the yard and made a little nest out of dry leaves to sleep in 😭

I had to lead her back into the house by her leash because she wouldn’t come back in ajdhajdha like nooooo baby you sleep inside and wherever you want! On the couch, my bed, your new doggy bed with all your fluffy blankets—no leaves!

It’s only been a few nights but she’s already learning that she’s in a safe place and she’s SO gentle and respectful with my cat! Misako is still freaked out by her but she already lived with my Great Dane before she passed so she knows big dogs and I’m already seeing a lot of improvement in her attitude towards Priya.

She’s also not jealous of her and shunning me for it which was the main thing I was worried about because my kitty is my baby lmaooo (but Priya’s my baby too now!)

She’s still extremely tired from her surgeries so I can’t take her on any strenuous walks or outings but she gets her staples out next week and a regular check up to make sure she’s okay. She looks like she has some breathing problems and also has a weird bump on her nose so we’re gonna get that checked out. Hoping it’s nothing serious 😭 she’s only 2 years old but she walks around and has the energy levels of an old lady ajdhajdhAJDHAD

Pretty, pretty Priya. I love her sm 💞🥺💞

#she’s so sweet guys #if she accidentally stepped on an ant she’d cry about it lmaooo #super sensitive and emotional like me 😭#apple babble 🍎#non fandom #priya #pretty priya 🌺#that’s her tag btw 😌#tw animal abuse mention #tw abortion mention #she’s a Great Pyrenees possibly mixed with a shepherd or lab???#and only 108lbs so way smaller than my Dane who was like 160 lmao #she’s also kinda skinny and isn’t eating much tho so that’s another thing I’m gonna ask the vet about #bc even tho she’s mixed she’s still pretty big and should weigh a lot more than she does

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vivian-shiftss · 3 months

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i had SUCH a strange experience last night and i think i shifted? i mean maybe? anyone who had a similar experience lmk pleaseee

ANYWAYS last night i was super fucking tired, and fell asleep immediately. no attempt, no thinking about my shiloh dr, nothing. and i had an extremely vivid dream. but it almost felt like, too vivid? it was in two parts:

the first was a regular vivid dream i believe. there was a girl (a shapeshifter, who was in the form of a man in the beginning) trying to get into my house. it was kinda scary tbh. once she was in, she changed to her regular girl form (she was sooo beautiful omg, she had long blonde hair and really blue eyes, and she was beautiful in like, a harsh way) and we were just?? hanging around in my house?? also some stuff happened but anyways we're gonna pass through that LMAOOO. when we were just chilling on my sofa she went outside and after a while i followed her and there were so many people just on my terrace? my brother appeared and apparently they were friends of his?? idk man. they left, including the girl. then my mum appeared and she was chatting with my brother and me. and thats it really? the end of the first part

the second part was slightly stranger. like, i lived in a big house and had servants and stuff? but it was still in the same area as my OR house for some reason. then the girl appeared (yes, again. i thought it weird too). we went for a walk around the mountain, arms linked, and we were just talking. she seemed softer this time, somehow. and i was telling her about shifting and dreams and stuff (i think i literally said: 'i know this is a dream, but i could come and find you sometime' - this might be paraphrasing). i don't remember much of what happened after that.

okay so i have NEVER had a lucid dream, at least not that i remember. i think that thats what it was? i felt conscious, moreso in the second part of the dream. i wasn't entirely sure it was a shift, since its hazy and not at all how i usually remember real memories. also it felt real but didn't, in a way, i wasnt as consious as i am now or how i usually am in reality. BUT, it just felt?? so real?? oh my god what an experience.

i'm writing this about a little after an hour after i woke up, o its still fresh lmao

i just have doubts about it being a lucid dream because there was no 'holy shit im in a dream' realisation, i was just happy to be with a pretty and nice girl (okay fine yes im a useless lesbian) and i just offhandedly said it.

CONCLUSION: im much more excited for shifting and i wanna finish my shiloh script asap

#shifting #shifting realities #reality shift #reality shifting #shiftblr #vivian shifts #desired reality #shiloh webtoon shifting

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roberrtphilip · 3 months

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okay i really need to go to bed so last question that is related: what are the sleeping headcanons !!! light/heavy sleeper, pre-sleep rituals/routines, insomnia, dreams, talking in sleep, etc. give me the cozy snuggly tea

(pre-sofia, (and post-her being a babbie) because of course a little Princess is gonna affect the sleeping vibes quite drastically, lmaooo)

God, a train could crash through their house, and Robert would sleep right through it. He is such a heavy sleeper, and it absolutely amazes Giselle. She timed him once on how long it took him to finally hear his alarm... thirty minutes !!!

The only sound that wakes that man up is his babies crying, he is very aware of when his daughters need him, and will always wake right up. Which surprised Giselle, but she was very thankful, because she's a very light sleeper, so she thought she'd be spending most nights either caring for Sofia herself, or pushing Robert until he finally woke up.

Giselle also struggles with falling asleep. Her mind is so active, and she can't ever seem to shut it off. She spends hours just lying in bed either staring at the ceiling, or watching Robert sleep. It's also not uncommon for her to wake him up and ask random questions that float through her head, or sometimes she'll do it just because she misses him and wants someone to talk to. Robert was very confused about this at first, and wasn't... thrilled about being woken up at 2AM just to be asked "why do you not like snow?" but now he's very used to it and will nod along with whatever it is she's saying. His eyes are usually closed, but he is listening !! It's also hard for her to go back to sleep once she's woken up, and she's usually up very early. She likes being awake at the crack of dawn for many reasons, but one is that she hopes if she's up earlier, and does several things throughout the day, she'll be tired and actually sleep later. It doesn't always work, but she keeps doing it anyway.

They also both can't sleep unless they're touching each other in some way. Usually they fall asleep facing each other, arms wrapped around the other, and their limbs are all tangled up. Even when they're fast asleep, they cling. I headcanon Giselle is a very warm (almost too warm at times) person, and during summer, Robert is struggling bc all she wants to do is cuddle, but she's too hot. And one summer, their AC broke, and Robert woke up drenched in sweat, and tried to get Giselle to stop clinging to him, but no matter how much he pushed her away, she'd just roll right back over and grab him. He ended up having to sleep on the couch that night bc it was just too hot ☹️ but he's used to her body heat now, and will suffer if he has to bc he doesn't like sleeping alone.

For Morgan, as a baby she hardly, if ever cried. She was so quiet, and it really surprised Robert bc he was fully expecting to deal with a ton of sleepless nights, and headaches. And there was some of that right after his divorce, but it didn't last long, thankfully. She was a pretty heavy sleeper, and still is, though not nearly as bad as Robert. I also headcanon that, if Morgan woke up in the middle of the night, instead of crying for his attention, she'd just stare at him. Robert woke up several times to her just 👁️👄👁️ through her crib, and he'd be like "God, Morgan... I am begging you, please start crying... I can't keep waking up to your big ol' eyes just staring at me."

Sofia, omg, Sofia as a baby was the complete opposite of Morgan. She was so loud, and every little sound would wake her up. She was also always wide awake at night, and slept through (most of) the day. Her being a night owl didn't surprise them, really, because she always kicked Giselle the most at night, but it didn't stop them from feeling overwhelmed. And the only way to get her to stop crying was to hold her. The second they'd put her back down, she'd start crying again. And they love holding their baby, of course, they never want to put her down, but it definitely effected their own sleep schedules. But, as Sofia grows up, she inherits Robert's heavy sleeping, and just like him, could sleep through a train crash. Giselle & Robert spend like ten/fifteen minutes waking her up for school, and she's always so grumpy in the morning.

Oh, and night routines !! Giselle started doing a nightly skincare routine, and begged Robert to join her. At first, he did it just to make her happy, but then he started to realize his skin looked amazing and he was like "wait... you're onto something with this skincare crap" and now they do a lil routine together every night. Giselle would 100% have a headband like this (x) or this (x), and Robert would have this one (x) because it's so silly & stupid and he certainly cannot just have a basic one, not on Giselle's watch !!

#💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙#robert philip #giselle philip #morgan philip #sofia philip #enchanted #hc #lumiereandcogsworth #ask #certified enchanted moment™️

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le-panda-chocovore · 2 months

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Hi, I really love reading your blog, also, thanks for sharing your posts. Even if I'm not the one who asked your otps, do you mind if I asked why you love those couples (your otps)? You can pick at least 3 couples, if you want to write the reasons.....

Oops I completely forgot about this ask sorry-

SO I'm gonna pick so much more than 3 ships lmaooo be ready for my rambling <3

Zukka (Zuko/Sokka), from Avatar the last airbender : they're simply idiots in love. I'm not sure I can explain why I love them so much. I think they're beautiful together and that their personalities complete each others.

SuguSato (Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru) from Jujutsu Kaisen : AH. I won't talk about them or else I'll be writing all night. They're my current hyperfixation (since 2 years). I already made too much posts about them. They smart and idiots in the same time, they're kids who are learning how to love, they're the definition of bromance, the incarnation of gay/bi panic & awareness.

BokuAka (Bokuto Kotaro/Akaashi Keiji) AND KuroKen (Kuroo Tetsurou/Kenma Kozume), from Haikyuu : yes I have to put both because I am not able to choose only one. I know they're in highschool but they're just married. They're two married couples. They're soulmates. They are perfect for each other. They love each other so fucking much it's overwhelming. It's a captain/setter relationship that is so pure and wholesome. They're not even in the same year yet they fit each other perfectly. Also, they're sexy.

Karushuu (Akabane Karma/Asano Gakushuu), from Assassination Classroom : they're just the whole Enemies to Lovers trope for highschoolers and it's so fucking hilarious to imagine them flirting and bickering at the same time. I can imagine them in so many situations, and that's why I keep writing fanfiction about them. They have the exact same personality but just, slightly to the left, and that somehow makes them total opposite. Yet the relationship works.

EraserMic (Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi) from My Hero Academia : married couple too but they are adults and they also might have adopted a kid (Eri) or 20 (the entire 1-A + Hitoshi). It's the Sunshine/Moonlight trope, one hyperactive extravert in love with the tired emo introvert, and they work very well together. I also write fanfic about them. I had a 4 year long hyperfixation on them.

AziraCrow (Aziraphale/Crowley) from Good Omens : I don't need to say anything, just watch the show. It's on Amazon Prime. Alright, okay, I will say one thing : Genderqueer In Love.

Stucky (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes), from the MCU : It has been a while since I've read or saved anything about them but I will never forget how much I love them. I will never NOT be mad about the queerbait. They are in love till the end of the line, they cannot be separated, they are a whole pack yet Marvel put them apart. Just, let them be together, I'm begging you.

Alright that's all for today ! Really I can talk for hours about each one of these ships, I'd write entire paragraphs if you allowed me to. But there's like 7 couples here so it'd be way too long if I say everything I have to say about them lmaooooooo

#shipping #answering asks #list #fandom #anon ask

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aisuigetsu · 4 months

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a lil photo summary of my year (2023)

started my year at Harrah's Atlantic City. this was the second year i went to AC for my birthday! won some and lost some and won some back, net gain $300 ish? since i always go during new year's nothing's ever open... not a ton of food options and no strip clubs :(

in feb i went to seattle for the 4th time LMAO. this was the first time i flew since covid. it was raining every day but the clam chowder slapped

march i watched The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart at the McKittrick Hotel. during the last song everyone was having a great time and i was TEARING UP lol it was so beautiful.

went home and immediately wrote a letter to alan brown to watch it (since it was only showing for 8 weeks), not sure if he went tho

april went hiking at Catskill Giant Ledge. there were very few signs so we ended up walking at least 3 miles extra. it was so snowy and icy and i did not have hiking boots. not too bad going up but basically came down the whole way by sliding slowly on my butt

may i went to an airbnb in Long Island that i really liked. this time we got to go boating.

last time i went was when the pandemic first started calming down, and i felt a sudden urge to escape the city. i booked the train ticket and airbnb and left after work that night. after staying there for a day and a half, a group of girls also came to the house (owner rented out multiple homes) and i heard one of them talk abt my restaurant.... needless to say i bolted out of there even tho my stay wasn't finished

funny detail from this trip was i mentioned the sunrise is really beautiful here and we must see it. however for days in a row neither of us could get up, and finally on the last day i was like "i have to wake up" and i did at like 5:30. but i was soooooo tired so i took a picture of the sunrise and went back to sleep. we both woke up around noon and i was like "hah i knew you wouldn't be able to wake up so i took this picture for you" and HE HAD DONE EXACTLY THE SAME THING LMAOOO

june working through the air pollution woohoo

parents took me to Seven Lake Drive, it was really pretty and full of mosquitos

one day in july i randomly wanted to walk to brooklyn bridge from my apt in queens. when i have nothing to do i just wanna walk for really long distances

got covid for the first time and during my sick day i saw this girl on the rooftop of the building across. lowkey kinda worried abt her so i kept watching her and then she took a selfie LOL. stopped watching after that

august went to Mt. Taurus to watch the Perseid Meteor Shower. it was really clear during the day and started pouring as soon as it turned dark.

at like 2am me and my bf were just in the middle of nowhere (to avoid light pollution) in the car frantically searching up the satellite map to see when the clouds would pass and also the weather forecast for any rural areas within 100 miles. unfortunately it was raining EVERYWHERE for multiple days. better luck in 2024

then we went peach picking in NJ, not a ton of hard peaches left by this time

october we went to vermont for anniversary trip and he picked an "easy hike" to "see the foliage"

mountaintop view was like:

it was steep and cold and started raining on the way down. by the time we got back to the parking lot it was completely fucking dark. the entire way down i was looking for spots to camp in case we were stuck on the mountain...

high school classmate organized a Survivor themed camping trip. the bathrooms at this campsite were NASTY and i was on my period too 0/10. but it was a fun time and i got eliminated fifth

november in las vegas. loved it, lost 1.7k

came back to nyc and watched Un Ballo in Maschera. honestly kind of depressing cuz i couldn't just clap and cheer every 10 seconds like in the circus TT

#personal #overall a good year!

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echthr0s · 5 months

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I am disappointed about how this BG3 experiment turned out but I cannot be too disappointed because I also learned some things in the process, namely about what makes games "work" for me and the difference between appreciating something's artistic value and enjoying the experience of it. cut for length

I don't enjoy Larian games. which feels bad to say, because I think Larian games are beautiful and intricate and full of amazing worldbuilding. why would I not enjoy that? it's very simple -- they are mechanically dense in a way that I find very unrewarding. and that feels bad to say, because the way people tend to interpret "this doesn't work for me" is as "this is bad and shouldn't exist", and sometimes I internalise that. but I know damn well that's not what I'm saying. what I am saying is that what makes games enjoyable for me is different than what it is for the people who enjoy Larian games, which is a perfectly neutral concept

I had to compare how I feel when playing the games I love to how I felt when I was playing BG3. Can Calah pointed out that he has never heard so many frustrated noises per minute from me while playing a game that didn't end up in me immediately dropping the game, and that's a good point. at one point I was literally in tears. this is not because the game is difficult to me. it is, in a way, but it's not like Bloodborne where I literally couldn't get past the first mob of enemies, lol. that didn't make me feel bad, I knew I wasn't gonna get through that game, I just wanted to try it anyway and laugh at how bad I was at it. what BG3 is to me is taxing.

here's an example: I'm familiar with isometric RPGs and especially their movement set. but BG3 is like... some hybrid of isometric and straight 3D, and I constantly want to move the camera down behind my character and use WASD for movement, expecting the camera to circle around the environment in a 3D fashion when I move my mouse. and this is a minor peeve -- not even a peeve, more like a "the way this game looks to me and the way this game is meant to be played are at odds, apparently" -- but it sets a baseline level of minor irritation. like a lil IRL debuff. so then when I hit something else that is irritating (like gnarly turn-based combat scenarios or having to reload a bunch of times trying to get past one NPC without activating a gnarly turn-based combat scenario), I'm already irritated, so I have less mental resources to deal with this new thing. I did not immediately recognise this was happening, but it's definitely the main roadblock for me

last night I went to do some research to see if I could figure out ways to make my Act I experience a little less taxing. I love learning tips and tricks about games I play, or finding out how the game works behind the scenes, stuff like that. when I look up stuff about ESO or FFXIV or Mass Effect or whatever, I feel curious and excited to try out whatever new thing I learn. (this is why I don't read the ESO subreddit at night, because then I learn something and I immediately want to boot up the game and try it out and I can't bc I'm supposed to be going to sleep and I get mad LOL) but I didn't feel that way at all last night. I just felt... tired. the curiosity and excitement did not magically appear. because ultimately this is just not a game I can play. not right now, at least. and yes, this upsets me, because I wanted to play it. but enjoyment cannot be forced and it's not fair to myself to go "look at all these other people having a great time, why can't you be more like them?" (talk about a line straight out of the Bad Parenting Playbook lmaooo)

yes, I would have loved to find out what it's like to be half-illithid, I would have loved to fall in love with Wyll, I would have loved to learn more about Faerûn and the various cultures and wow, would I have loved to see the Underdark, finally! I won't be meeting that drider guy I kept seeing gifs of and that makes me sad! but "the journey is the important thing" is never more true than when it comes to video games -- if I do not enjoy the minute-to-minute gameplay, if the journey itself is not inspiring joy in me, then it won't matter if I somehow push myself long enough to get to those moments. because I will be so stressed and tired and annoyed by the time I get there that I won't even enjoy the victory. so then is it really worth it?

the insight I've gained about myself as a gamer from failing to become a BG3 player is, however, quite worth it, I think

#frankly this is a game i should be watching someone else play. in person i mean-- not a youtube video #or even doing couch co-op with. i would totally player-2 this game #like basically... i most enjoy games that are light on mechanics but heavy on story/worldbuilding.#this is why bioware games and obsidian games work so well for me #larian is heavy on both and unfortunately that doesn't work as well for me #i also felt singularly alone in this experience which didn't help. like where are the other people who also struggle with this???#definitely the ''everyone else is having fun and looking at me like i'm fucking stupid bc i can't'' vibe #which i finally clocked as a ''undiagnosed nd kid who can't understand or explain why things aren't as easy for them'' trigger #ah well. live and learn as they say.#singularity.txt #baldur's gate

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stinkrascal · 1 year

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I totallllly get not wanting to name a sim the same name as someone else’s sim but also. There’s only so many names out there, and Vincent is pretty common imo. I feel like if it’s the right name for your sim you should name him that. Stealing names it’s legit impossible unless of course it’s an uncommon first/last name that no one else has used before. But I highly doubt anyone would mind and if they do that’s weird lol

sorry i didnt answer this last night, i was so tired :'( but honestly youre right, im probably thinking way too deeply into this. i just feel bad whenever i make sims w the same name as someone else's sim, idk why it just makes me feel like im stealing their baby lmaooo. but also, so far vincent is the only name i like for this future sim of mine, he just looks like such a vincent. im still open to finding a new name for him if i can, but im not really opposed to keeping his name as it is either. i think i just work myself up over nothing too much haha but thank u for the reassurance!

#jade answers #anonymous #i just think vinnie is such a cute nickname. and if u saw this sim you'd totally think he's a vinnie #he's soooooooo vinnie!!#i can't show him bc he's a generation 2 straud and he doesn't exist in the straud universe yet. but rest assured he's beautiful #and dorky. so dorky #he's basically a carbon copy of his parent lmao they look so similar

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