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zapreportsblog · 11 months

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A Heart Awakens

➥ summary: this is how pavitr realizes he has feelings for his bestfriend, how he asks her out on a date, how he asks her family to court her, how she asks his family to court him, their first argument and makeup, and how she meets his friends - the spider gang

➥ a/n: this is basically a written headcanon for pavitr

➥ Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader

How He Realized He Had Feelings For Her :

Pavitr Prabhakar, also known as the Spider-Man of India, swung through the bustling streets of Mumbai, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts. Lately, he had noticed a subtle shift in his feelings toward his best friend, (Y/N). What was once a strong bond of friendship had started to transform into something deeper—a budding crush that he couldn't ignore.

As Pavitr landed gracefully on a rooftop, he couldn't help but replay the moments spent with (Y/N) in his mind. Her infectious laughter, the way her eyes sparkled with excitement, and the comfort he felt in her presence had become increasingly magnetic. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the depth of his affection for her.

Lost in his thoughts, Pavitr found himself standing at the edge of the rooftop, gazing out at the city below. The lights of Mumbai twinkled like stars, reflecting the myriad of emotions that swirled within him. He couldn't deny the pull he felt towards (Y/N) anymore—it had become an undeniable truth.

The realization hit him with a mixture of surprise and nervousness. He had always valued their friendship, treasuring the bond they had built over the years. But now, his heart yearned for something more, something that went beyond camaraderie.

Pavitr remembered the countless times they had shared secrets, dreams, and hopes for the future. They had been there for each other through thick and thin, supporting one another in their respective journeys. But now, he found himself longing for a deeper connection, a romantic connection that he had never anticipated.

A memory flashed in his mind—the time they had gone stargazing on a warm summer night. As they lay side by side, their fingers barely touching, he had felt an electric current pass between them. It was in that moment that he realized there was something extraordinary about their connection, something that extended beyond friendship.

Pavitr's heart swelled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He wondered if (Y/N) felt the same way, if their friendship had the potential to blossom into something more. The uncertainty weighed heavily on his mind, but he couldn't ignore the burgeoning emotions that tugged at his heartstrings.

As he swung through the city, his mind consumed with thoughts of (Y/N), Pavitr made a promise to himself. He would find the courage to explore his feelings, to share the depths of his heart with (Y/N). Their friendship was too precious to risk, but he couldn't bear the thought of keeping his emotions hidden any longer.

With renewed determination, Pavitr set his sights on the horizon, ready to embark on a journey of self-discovery and the exploration of a love that had blossomed within him. He knew it would require vulnerability and the willingness to face the unknown, but he couldn't deny the fire that burned within him—a fire fueled by the realization that his best friend had captured his heart in ways he never imagined.

And as he swung through the city, propelled by the strength of his newfound emotions, Pavitr couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. The future was uncertain, but he was ready to follow the path that his heart had illuminated—a path that would lead him to (Y/N), where their friendship would be put to the test, and the possibility of a deeper connection would be unveiled.

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How He Asks Her Out On A Date :

Pavitr Prabhakar found himself standing outside (Y/N)'s apartment, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. After days of contemplation, he had made up his mind—it was time to take a leap of faith and ask (Y/N) out on a date. He couldn't suppress his feelings any longer; he needed to know if there was a chance for their friendship to evolve into something more.

Summoning his courage, Pavitr rang the doorbell, his mind racing with countless scenarios. The door swung open, revealing (Y/N)'s familiar face, a mix of surprise and curiosity evident in her eyes.

"Pavitr, what brings you here?" (Y/N) asked, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

Pavitr took a deep breath, his voice steadying as he spoke, "I wanted to talk to you about something important, (Y/N). Can we go somewhere private to have a conversation?”

(Y/N) nodded, her eyes filled with intrigue. "Of course, Pavitr. Give me a moment to grab my coat."

As they walked side by side through the city streets, Pavitr could feel his heartbeat quickening. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment where he would lay his feelings bare and take a chance on love.

They arrived at a quiet park, finding solace amidst the beauty of nature. Pavitr turned to face (Y/N), his gaze unwavering, his voice laced with a mixture of vulnerability and hope.

"(Y/N), I've been doing a lot of soul-searching lately, and there's something I need to tell you," Pavitr began, his voice filled with sincerity. "Our friendship means the world to me, but lately, my feelings have evolved into something more. I can't ignore the fact that I've developed strong feelings for you, feelings that go beyond friendship. And I was wondering if you'd be willing to go on a date with me, to explore the possibility of something deeper between us."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and joy playing across her features. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she took Pavitr's hand in hers, her voice filled with warmth.

"Pavitr, I've been feeling the same way too. Your friendship has always meant everything to me, and I've found myself drawn to you in ways I can't explain," she confessed. "I would be honored to go on a date with you and see where this newfound connection takes us."

Relief washed over Pavitr, a weight lifted from his shoulders. A radiant smile spread across his face as he realized that the person he cared for deeply felt the same way. It was a moment of sheer happiness, knowing that they were embarking on this journey together.

They spent the rest of the evening in the park, talking and laughing, their hearts buoyed by the promise of something beautiful. It felt like a turning point, a leap into the unknown, but they were ready to face it together.

As the night sky adorned itself with stars, Pavitr and (Y/N) sealed their agreement with a tender embrace. In that moment, their friendship had transformed, and the foundation of something extraordinary had been laid.

With a renewed sense of purpose and anticipation, Pavitr looked forward to their upcoming date, eager to explore the depths of their connection and to see where this new chapter of their lives would lead them. And as they walked hand in hand through the park, a world of possibilities opened up before them, promising love, adventure, and the joy of navigating their intertwined hearts.

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How He Asked Her Family To Court Her :

Pavitr Prabhakar knew that embarking on a romantic journey with (Y/N) required more than just their mutual consent. He wanted to honor their relationship by seeking the blessings of (Y/N)'s family, as their approval held great importance in their culture. With a heart filled with hope and determination, Pavitr found himself standing outside (Y/N)'s family home, ready to have a conversation that would shape their future.

As he approached the door, nerves mingled with excitement, Pavitr took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. It swung open, revealing (Y/N)'s parents, who greeted him with warm smiles and open arms.

"Pavitr, it's so lovely to see you," (Y/N)'s father said, his voice filled with warmth. "What brings you here today?"

Pavitr stood tall, his voice steady as he replied, "Mr. and Mrs. (Last Name), I've come here to ask for your blessings. I have developed deep feelings for (Y/N) and wish to court her, to explore the possibility of a future together."

A moment of silence hung in the air as (Y/N)'s parents exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and contemplation. Pavitr felt his heart pounding with anticipation, the weight of his words settling heavily within him.

Finally, (Y/N)'s mother spoke, her voice gentle but filled with curiosity. "Pavitr, we have watched your friendship with (Y/N) grow over the years. You have always been a respected and caring presence in her life. But tell us, what is it that makes you believe you are the right person for our daughter?"

Pavitr met their gazes, his voice filled with sincerity. "Mr. and Mrs. (Last Name), I understand the responsibility that comes with loving and caring for someone deeply. I promise to respect and cherish (Y/N) with all my heart. I will support her dreams, be there in times of joy and sorrow, and always strive to be the partner she deserves. Together, we will build a foundation of trust, love, and mutual respect."

There was a moment of contemplation before (Y/N)'s father spoke, his tone softened. "Pavitr, we appreciate your honesty and your dedication to our daughter's well-being. We can see the love you have for her in your eyes and the sincerity of your words. With that, we give you our blessings to court (Y/N) and see where your relationship leads."

Pavitr's heart swelled with gratitude and relief, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. (Last Name). Your blessings mean the world to me. I promise to treasure (Y/N) with all my heart and strive to build a beautiful future together."

As (Y/N)'s parents welcomed him into their home, a sense of warmth and acceptance enveloped Pavitr. He knew that their support was a crucial foundation for their relationship to thrive, and he felt immense gratitude for their trust.

In the following weeks, Pavitr and (Y/N) embarked on a beautiful journey of courtship, nurturing their love under the watchful eyes of their families. They spent time together, exploring their shared interests, and deepening their connection. With the blessings of (Y/N)'s parents, their love blossomed, and the future brimmed with possibilities.

Pavitr recognized the importance of family in their lives and how it would shape their union. Their shared values, traditions, and the support of their loved ones would pave the way for a strong and resilient relationship. He was committed to embracing (Y/N)'s family as his own, creating a bond that would extend beyond the love he shared with (Y/N).

As they walked this path together, Pavitr was grateful for the support and trust of (Y/N)'s family. He knew that their blessings would serve as a guiding light, nurturing the love he held for (Y/N) and reinforcing their commitment to a future filled with love, understanding, and shared dreams.

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How She Asked His Family To Court Him :

Pavitr Prabhakar's heart was filled with anticipation as he sat in the living room of his family home, contemplating the future of his relationship with (Y/N). He had longed to take their bond to the next level, to embark on a journey of love and companionship. Little did he know that a beautiful surprise awaited him.

Just as his thoughts swirled with possibilities, Pavitr heard a knock on the door. He rose from the couch and opened it, only to find (Y/N) standing before him, a nervous yet determined expression on her face.

"(Y/N), what brings you here?" Pavitr asked, surprise evident in his voice.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Pavitr, I've come to ask for your blessings. I want to court you, to explore the depths of our connection and see if we have a future together."

Pavitr stood frozen for a moment, his mind racing to comprehend what he had just heard. This unexpected turn of events caught him off guard, but a surge of joy filled his heart. He smiled warmly at (Y/N), his voice filled with genuine happiness.

"(Y/N), you've taken me by surprise, and I couldn't be happier," Pavitr replied, his voice tinged with excitement. "Your desire to court me is a testament to the depth of our friendship and the potential for something more. I would be honored to embark on this journey with you."

As they entered the living room, Pavitr's family, who had been observing the scene, wore expressions of curiosity and delight. It was then that (Y/N) gathered the courage to address them, her voice filled with sincerity.

"Auntie, Uncle, I have deep admiration and affection for Pavitr. He has been my best friend and confidante for years, and I would like to seek your blessings to court him," (Y/N) said, her gaze shifting from Pavitr's parents to Pavitr himself.

Pavitr's parents exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and joy evident in their eyes. His mother spoke first, her voice filled with warmth. "We have witnessed the bond you both share, the way you've supported each other through thick and thin. Your request to court our son brings us immense joy, and we wholeheartedly give you our blessings."

Pavitr felt a surge of emotion welling within him, overwhelmed by the love and support of his family. He took (Y/N)'s hand in his, their fingers intertwining, and spoke from the depths of his heart.

"(Y/N), I am grateful for your courage and honesty. To have my family's blessings and your desire to court me fills me with a profound sense of joy. I am eager to explore this new chapter of our relationship, to deepen the love and connection we already share," Pavitr expressed, his voice brimming with sincerity.

The room was filled with an atmosphere of love and celebration, as Pavitr's family embraced (Y/N) as one of their own. They recognized the strength of their bond, the shared values and aspirations that bound them together.

In the following weeks, Pavitr and (Y/N) embarked on a beautiful journey of courtship. Their families supported and nurtured their relationship, providing a strong foundation of love and acceptance. Pavitr cherished every moment spent with (Y/N), grateful for the surprise turn of events that had brought them even closer.

Their shared laughter, conversations, and dreams for the future were now intertwined, forming a tapestry of love and companionship. The journey ahead was filled with countless possibilities, and Pavitr knew that with the blessings of his family and the unwavering support of (Y/N), their love story would unfold with grace and beauty.

As they navigated the uncharted waters of courtship together, their hearts intertwined, Pavitr marveled at the twists and turns life had presented. The surprise request from (Y/N) had brought them to this beautiful moment—a moment where their families stood united, their hearts open, and the promise of a future filled with love and happiness lay before them.

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His and Hers First Argument and How They Made Up :

Pavitr Prabhakar's heart felt heavy as he found himself standing face-to-face with (Y/N), their once bright and joyous expressions now clouded with frustration. They had always been able to navigate challenges and disagreements with ease, but today seemed different. Tension hung in the air, and their voices carried an unfamiliar edge.

It had started with a simple misunderstanding, a miscommunication that snowballed into a heated argument. The words exchanged had cut deeper than intended, leaving both Pavitr and (Y/N) wounded and emotionally raw.

As they stood there, each trying to catch their breath and calm their racing hearts, Pavitr's mind raced with a mix of regret and sadness. He had never wanted their relationship to reach this point—a place of conflict and hurt. He had always cherished their connection, their ability to understand and support each other. How had they ended up here?

"I never expected it to come to this," Pavitr finally spoke, his voice tinged with remorse. "We've always been able to talk through our differences, find common ground. But today, it feels like we're on opposite ends."

(Y/N) looked at him, their eyes filled with a mix of hurt and frustration. "Pavitr, I feel the same way. This argument has taken us by surprise. But I believe that every relationship has its ups and downs. We can work through this together, if we're willing to put in the effort."

Pavitr's heart softened at (Y/N)'s words, realizing the truth in them. Relationships, even the strongest ones, faced challenges. It was in those moments that true growth and understanding could be found.

"You're right, (Y/N). We've always been able to communicate openly and honestly. This disagreement shouldn't define us. We need to find a way to understand each other, to bridge this gap and move forward," Pavitr acknowledged, his voice filled with determination.

As they sat down and began to express their thoughts and feelings, Pavitr realized the importance of active listening and empathy. They were both passionate individuals, and their perspectives were shaped by their unique experiences. Recognizing this, Pavitr made a conscious effort to truly understand (Y/N)'s point of view, to put himself in their shoes.

Through tears and moments of vulnerability, they discovered the underlying fears and insecurities that had fueled the argument. They realized that their love and respect for one another far outweighed the momentary discord.

"I never want to lose sight of what we have, (Y/N). Our friendship is the foundation of our relationship, and it's worth fighting for," Pavitr expressed, his voice filled with sincerity.

(Y/N) nodded, their eyes reflecting a mix of relief and understanding. "Pavitr, I feel the same way. Let's promise each other that we'll continue to communicate openly, even when it's difficult. Let's learn from this experience and grow stronger together."

They embraced, their hearts slowly mending, as they reaffirmed their commitment to each other and their relationship. The argument had been a test of their love, a reminder that even the closest of bonds could face moments of strain. But it was also an opportunity for growth, a chance to deepen their understanding and strengthen their connection.

As they moved forward, Pavitr and (Y/N) held onto the lessons learned from this argument. They emerged with a renewed sense of appreciation for one another, with a deeper understanding of the importance of open and honest communication. Together, they were determined to face any future challenges with grace, compassion, and a steadfast belief in the power of their love.

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How He Took Her To Meet The Gang :

Pavitr Prabhakar felt a mix of excitement and anticipation as he stood beside (Y/N), ready to introduce them to his closest friends. It was a significant step in their relationship, a chance for the two worlds that held a special place in his heart to collide. As they approached the gathering spot, Pavitr's mind raced with thoughts of how his friends would react to meeting (Y/N) for the first time.

Hobie Brown, Miles Morales, and Gwen Stacy were already waiting, their faces lighting up with smiles as Pavitr and (Y/N) approached. Their friendship had been forged through shared experiences and a mutual understanding of the responsibilities that came with being superheroes.

"Hey, guys! I want you to meet someone very special," Pavitr announced, his voice filled with pride. "This is (Y/N)."

Hobie, with his easygoing nature, stepped forward first, extending a hand in greeting. "Nice to meet ya love, pavitr here wouldn’t stop talkin’ bout ya. He speaks highly of you."

Miles, his eyes shining with curiosity, offered a warm smile. "Hey, (Y/N)! It's great to finally meet you. Pavitr has been talking about you nonstop."

Gwen, her presence radiating kindness, greeted (Y/N) with a gentle hug. "Welcome, (Y/N). I'm so glad to finally meet you. Pavitr has mentioned how much you mean to him."

As the introductions continued, Pavitr observed with a sense of relief and joy that his friends were genuinely interested in getting to know (Y/N). They engaged in friendly conversation, sharing stories and laughter, as the initial nervousness melted away. It was as if they were a puzzle coming together, the missing piece finally falling into place.

Throughout the gathering, Pavitr watched as (Y/N) effortlessly connected with his friends. They shared similar passions and interests, forming an instant camaraderie that warmed his heart. Seeing (Y/N) seamlessly blending into his circle of friends brought him a deep sense of contentment.

As the evening drew to a close, Pavitr felt a surge of gratitude for the support and acceptance his friends had shown towards (Y/N). Their approval meant the world to him, and he knew it would strengthen their relationship even further.

"(Y/N), I'm so happy that you had the chance to meet my friends," Pavitr said, his voice filled with warmth. "They're an important part of my life, and having their approval means everything to me."

(Y/N) smiled, their eyes sparkling with a mix of happiness and relief. "Pavitr, your friends are amazing. I felt a genuine connection with them, and their acceptance means a lot to me too. I'm grateful to be a part of this circle."

As they bid farewell to their friends, Pavitr and (Y/N) walked hand in hand, their hearts filled with a sense of belonging. The gathering had reinforced the strength of their relationship, showcasing the seamless integration of two important aspects of Pavitr's life.

Pavitr couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope and excitement for the future. With (Y/N) by his side, supported by his friends, he knew they would navigate the challenges that lay ahead as a united front. Together, they would continue to build a foundation of love, friendship, and unwavering support, embracing the beauty that came with intertwining hearts and cherished connections.

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raya-hunter01 · 10 months

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Lights, Camera, Action! Pt.9

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

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Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

Fatu Family Home

Joe’s POV

I think this family gathering was a horrible idea as I’m watching Mama Tanya and Aunt Sandra look like they are about to kill each other. “Mama, get Aunt Sandra,” I whispered as she shook her head in defiance at me.

“No, Joe I ain’t getting in it, and neither are you. She opened her mouth and looks like she bout to catch the fallout,” my mom said shrugging her shoulders. Sighing in defeat, I turned around to look at the disaster before me.

“Why you gotta bring up old stuff, I’m trying to make it right!” Sandra screams at Shantell’s mom.

“I don’t want my daughter and grandchild mistreated,” Tanya replied getting in Sandra’s space. “I think you just mad Shan and I had got so close, and she wasn’t flying out to Ohio to see you as much. We were her new family, and you know I would never hurt that baby,” Sandra says smugly.

“No, I’m mad because you harassed my baby, interfered in her relationship. You overstepped your place as a mother and caused my child pain! Then had the nerve to be mad at Shantell because that Taraji character played your whole damn family,” Tanya said without fear.

“I wanted my grandchild to have a family and a name of legitimacy!” Sandra exclaimed, getting frustrated at Tanya for not understanding her point of view.

“Please make them stop,” Shantell whispered as Jey took her hand trying to calm her down. “Ma, I think we need to stop and calm down,” Jey said trying to stop the drama before it got worse.

“Boy, I’m yo mama, shut up! The grown folks are talking, finish what you were saying Tanya,” she said firmly as Jey backed up towards Shantell knowing everything was about to get messier than it already was.

“ I said in the end you looked like an asshole, the trollop wasn’t pregnant, and you almost lost your son because of your need for perfection,” Tanya said smiling at the angry look on my aunt’s face.

“You just gotta keep pushin don’t you? A true bitch till the end,” Aunt Sandra said frustrated as Tanya laughed at her.

“Damn right I do, now you gotta live with the fact that the girl you wanted to push outta his life is actually pregnant with your grandchild,” Tanya said without missing a beat.

You could see she had touched a nerve, as my aunt jolted back like she has been burned with hot coals. Then without warning, she slapped Shantell’s mom; it was like everything stopped. Ah, shit it’s on, and ain’t no stopping it.

Shantell’s POV

“Mama are you ok!” I screamed, not believing what was happening. I tried to go over to her but Joe and Jey held me back. “Stay right here baby,” Jey said trying to block me from the drama.

“I ain’t stayin’ nowhere! You need to get yo damn mama!” I yelled as Joe held me tighter. “I know yo temper, you stay yo lil ass right here. We don’t need you getting hurt,” Joe said as I stopped fighting against him.

“Dis shit gon’ be bad,” Jimmy said to Trin as he pulled her close to him. “Maybe you need to step in, Jon before somebody gets hurt” Trin said, her expression matching mine of pure shock. This was a hot ass mess and how quickly everything went downhill has me stumped as fuck. Thank God Solo, Sofia, and Tangela aren’t here yet to see this.

Trin’s POV

“Thank you for that, Tanya whispered looking at Sandra like she was about to snap at any moment. “What you mean?" Sandra started questioning but was cut off by Tanya punching her dead in the eye with such force it made my eye hurt. "Sweet Jesus!" I yelled cringing at the sound of her fist connecting with her target.

“Oh shit!” Jimmy screamed, running towards his mom to check on her as she was nursing her eye. Welp, this escalated quick as hell, I can’t believe this shit. “Thanks, for provoking me,” Tanya smirked looking at Sandra moaning in pain as Jimmy is holding her up trying to make sure she was ok.

“Dad you ain’t gon’ do nothin!?” Jey yelled as Papa Kish waved him off. “Nah, they need to settle this shit. My grandbaby gon’ need both of them, so they need squash this. let’em fight,” he said honestly as Jey and Jimmy looked at their dad like he was crazy.

“Pops this is crazy!” Jimmy exclaimed as his dad cut him off. “Move out the way Jonathon, let’em go,” he responded calmly without any room for argument. The minute Jimmy let her go, she ran at Shantell’s mom, tackling her into the pool. “Oh my God!” I screamed, not believing what the hell I was seeing it was truly grandmas gon’ wild.

Shantell’s POV

“Mom stop it!” I screamed as she clocked Sandra again but this time with a right hook.

“I’m going to kill her!” my mom yelled, it almost seemed like a dance. They were trading blows, grabbing hair, bobbing up and down in the pool literally trying to kill each other.

“Not if I kill you first!” Sandra yelled as all of our faces were glued to the water looking at them trying to tear each other apart. “Somebody please stop them!” I pleaded as my mom grabbed Sandra by her hair and dunked her head under the water.

“You need to be baptized! Cleanse yo evil ass, all the shit you been doing!” My mom screamed as Sandra was fighting to come back up. “Come on pops break this up,” Trin pleaded as he let out an exhausted sigh. “Please papa somebody gon' get hurt," I pleaded trying to get past Jey as he held me in place.

"Alright boys break it up," Papa Kish ordered as Joe and Jimmy jumped in the pool finally breaking up the fight.

“She started it!” my mom yelled as Joe picked her up sitting her on the edge of the pool. Meanwhile, Jimmy was trying to get his mother under control, finally sitting her down a few feet from Tanya.

“Now I hope ya’ll got that all out yo systems because that was the first and the last time ya’ll do this. We are family whether either one of you likes it or not,” Papa Kish said looking at them both drenched and trying to catch their breath.

“Everybody let's go inside while these two work this mess out,” he said giving them one final look before walking inside the house with the rest of us following closely behind trying to give them some privacy.

In spite of all that had just happened, I couldn't help but smile seeing Solo come inside the house holding Cameron close, leading Sofia inside. “Hey, sis what we missed?" He asked giving me a kiss on the cheek before walking into the living room.

“Bro, ya’ll missed everything,” I whispered to myself, closing the door behind me, shaking my head at all that had happened today.

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Dinner

Shantell’s POV

I can’t help but feel nervous as I’m sitting in the lion’s den, I mean the Fatu family home. The tension is so high in here you could cut it with a knife.

Then the fight between my mom and Sandra left me stumped, confused, and a little angry. I still can't believe it as I'm looking at their disheveled faces and Sandra's eye that seems to be turning colors.

“Shantell, I’m so happy you and your mom came,” Papa Kish said as I smiled. “Thanks for having us,” I said looking at Sandra trying to get a feel for how this was going to go. “I say we don’t eat, she may try to kill us all,” my mom whispered as I gave her a pleading look to chill. “So, Tangela did you get cleared for your new building?” I asked her as she smiled.

“Girl, they gave me the run around, but we finally closed. Joe being home these next two months will definitely help me get things up and running,” she says excitedly as he kisses her hand. “I’m so proud of you baby,” he whispered as I smiled at them.

The silence was thick as we were grasping at straws to have some sort of conversation. “Sofia how has work been?” Sandra asks as Sofia looks at her in shock. “Um, it’s been busy,” she responds looking at Solo as he smiles at her encouraging her to talk to his mom.

“Uh, I think we need to address the elephant in the room. I heard about it earlier and I’m guessing you and Ms. Tanya have settled everything. I just wanted to address the sudden change of heart,” Sofia said looking at me and then Trin.

“Mrs. Fatu, you invited us here, which I’m thankful for but Sofia’s right. What made you want to turn over a new leaf,” Trin added as I shook my head in agreement.

Taking a deep breath, she began explaining herself. “I said some things that I shouldn’t have out of frustration, and don’t call me that. You know I love all ya’ll girls, it’s Mama Uce or just Ma,” Sandra said putting down her fork, looking around the table at the somewhat judging eyes.

“Shantell, you and I were very close, then Taraji came along saying she was pregnant by Joshua. I know I was wrong to tell you to leave him, but I was protecting my family,” she said as I felt Jey’s eyes on me as I was focused on his mom.

“What about after? Why keep making snide comments, I have never done anything but love your son and respect this family,” I said honestly really wanting an answer.

“I felt you were taking him away from me, all ya’ll were taking my babies away. It’s always been me and my boys. They were all I had while their father traveled the world, now I’m here alone,” Sandra said looking around the table at everyone wiping her tears.

“Mama we gon’ always be your babies but we have our own lives,” Jimmy started but was interrupted “Son, let your mama finish,” his dad said encouraging his wife to get everything off her chest.

“In my family the women always took care of the children, stayed home and I always wanted more but I never had the courage to step out,” she whispered. “So, you have resentment towards us?” Trin asked looking at her with tears in her eyes.

“No! Envy maybe but never resentment. I love all you girls even though I got to work on a better way of showing it,” she said wiping her tears, looking at my mother.

“I know me, and you had had it out earlier, we needed that. I also think it's agreeable to assume with everyone this is going to take time,” my mom said trying to voice her opinion without getting anyone upset. “Yea, I think baby steps are good,” Sofia said as several of us nodded in agreement.

“I agree," Trin and I said at the same time causing a light laughter to bounce throughout the room. “Hey, baby steps are all it takes,” Papa Kish says raising his glass. “Let’s toast,” he said raising his glass as we all joined in.

“I’ll do it,” Jey said taking over the toast as his dad smiled. “To new beginnings and family,” Jey said with a small smile as we toasted. I hope it truly was a new beginning ahead because this isn’t healthy for anyone.

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Shantell’s House

Jey’s POV

“Good night, Muhammad Ali,” Jey joked as my mom rolled her eyes at him before going inside. “Good night son,” she said closing the door, giving us some privacy. “Today was insane,” Shantell sighed as I pulled her into my arms.

“Yea, it was but at least we are in a better place than we were before,” I whispered trying to point out the improvement. “Josh, our moms beat the shit outta each other today,” she groaned as I chuckled.

“Girl stop being modest, yo mama whooped my mama’s ass. Even tried to damn drown her ass. Remind me to never hurt you again, Ma may kill me and hide the body,” I said trying to lighten the mood.

“You are terrible,” she laughed slapping my shoulder. “I wish I could stay over, but I know your mom is here,” I said gently kissing her as she melted in my arms.

“You make this so hard,” she whined against my lips, grabbing me by my shirt. She pulled me closer reclaiming my lips in an even more powerful kiss. “Mmm, baby don’t start, I got three weeks before I can have you," I groaned nibbling on her neck.

Shantell’s POV

“Don’t you start,” I moaned as his hand began to roam under my shirt. I was under his spell until the porch light came on. We jumped apart like teenagers, both of us quietly snickering at the situation.

"This is all your fault," I whispered as he smirked at me. "I'm innocent, I just wanted a good night kiss, yo ass was trying to seduce me," he said as I playfully slapped his shoulder as he pulled me closer.

“Shantell, I know ya’ll ain’t out there giving the neighbors a show,” my mom accused us as Jey removed his hand from under my shirt trying not to laugh.

“No ma’am we are just saying goodnight,” I lied snickering as Jey laid his head on my shoulder shaking with laughter.

“Girl, gon’ tell that man to cut that car off, and get in this house. Hell, the baby already been made, and it ain’t like ya’ll can do anything right now anyway,” she said bluntly as Jey ran to cut off his car.

“Well, she didn’t have to tell you twice," I teased as he scooped me up in his arms. “Nope, you heard Ma, she invited me to stay,” he said as I laughed laying my head on his shoulder as he carried me inside…Yea, I'm definitely falling even more in love with this man every single day.

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Family Meeting After Smackdown

Jey’s Bus

Jey’s POV

I can’t believe I’m standing here practically listening to Paul beg Shantell to give him some ideas to fix the shit they did at SummerSlam. They had Joe and Jimmy do a gaslighting promo on me. After snapping on everyone, I quit the WWE and walked out through the crowd.

“We wrote Jey out to give him a couple weeks home with you while you’re under doctor’s care. That also gives us time to decide where to go from here. I’m just saying, give me a couple ideas to take to the table with the writers Shantell,” Paul begged as Shantell continued to stare a hole through him.

“I told you I wasn’t talking to you,” Shantell said irritated rolling her eyes. Well damn, this is a first and I hate it because Paul is like a big brother to her. I hate to see them fighting because they make such a great team.

“Shan, come on I’ve apologized a thousand times, I’m trying to fix it,” he pleaded as she cut him off “No! You want me to fix it, and you get credit for it,” she accused as Solo snickered at the look of distress on Paul’s face.

“I told you the old man was just wanting to throw his weight around a little bit,” Paul said as Shantell covered her face with her hands and screamed. “ You didn’t stand up for them, this was their story and you let him dip his nose in it. Fuck him wanting to throw his weight around, you lied to them and to me,” Shantell said standing up, pacing in front of the bed.

Just when I didn’t think I could love this woman anymore, here she is in front of our boss, setting his ass straight about his failure to lead. She’s my ride-or-die and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Shantell, give him at least a starting point, you know I have been counting on this vacation. They could try to cancel it with all this goin’ on,” Joe said looking at Shantell with pleading eyes as we all sat in silence for a few minutes.

“Ugh…Fine, I’ll send him a couple ideas later this week,” she whispered as Joe ran up to hug her. “I owe you,” he whispered holding her tight. “You just enjoy your vacation with Tang,” she said hugging him back.

"Oh, and Levesque, you need to be planting the seed that Tamina needs help to fight Rhonda and Shayna. That will help bring Trin in next month," Shantell said shooting Tamina and Trin a smile.

Shantell’s POV

“Tonight is about trying to salvage the guy's storyline, not our upcoming one,” Tamina says looking nervous. “Girl, ya’ll are the bloodline, and it will help further the story because when Joe comes back, he was supposed to be trying to sway ya’ll to come over to his side and betray Jey," I said explaining the previous plans to her.

"He wants gold in his bloodline, that gives ya’ll the spotlight. We know Jey is coming to protect ya’ll even though he’s on the outs with Jimmy," I said as Trin smiled in understanding.

"I got ya, then Jimmy is going to be trying to stop me from joining or it could bring him back into the fold trying to keep us safe under Roman’s thumb," she said following my lead.

"Then when we are about two months out from mania, pull the trigger and let Jey and Jimmy feud. That alone will lead them to their dream match at Wrestlemania,” I said smiling as Jey and Jimmy did their secret handshake seeming to like the idea.

“I actually like it and have an idea since you brought that up,” Paul said looking at Heyman who wore a gleam in his eye that let me knew we were back on the right track.

"We need to call an emergency meeting with the other writers, Paul said coming over to hug me. “I guess I will hug you", I laughed as he hugged me tighter.

"Get some rest munchkin I’ll call you Monday," he said moving so Heyman could give me a hug as well. "You know we are going to fix this I promise, because we have all put in so much hard work. This isn’t going to be in vain,” he reassured me as I nodded giving him a kiss on the cheek as he smiled.

"Good night you guys be safe and enjoy the house show tomorrow," Paul said as they walked off the bus. Hopefully, everything could get back on the right track, as I looked at the comments online. Some fans seem to believe Jimmy, and others think he’s gaslighting Jey so I guess we shall see what happens from here.

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Taraji’s POV

“I hate her, I swear to fucking god," I muttered to myself watching Jey’s SummerSlam vlog. This bitch is all over it, look at them looking so happy as they walked down the ramp before SummerSlam taking in the building and set.

“So, if I win I’m bringing yo sexy ass in the ring no questions asked,” Jey said smirking at her as she blushed. “I ain’t getting in there, you comin’ over to me,” she said laughing as he kissed her. “Why does he keep touching and kissing her, he was never like that with me.

“If I lose, I’ll give you the signal to go get Sam and get the bus running, we’ll haul ass and we’ll hit up McDonald's,” he said snickering as her eyes lit up. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she said as he held her hand, kissing it as they walked down to the ring. “I really hate this bitch, wait what did he say,” I whispered to myself, rewinding the video.

“I got yo cravings locked in my brain baby, I gotta make sure you and lil Uce good,” Jey said leaning over to kiss her. She’s pregnant……Nah, I didn’t hear that," I said out loud continuing to watch the video.

“If I may ask, What did you pray for?” Stu asked Jey as he got up off his knees. He seemed anxious as he paced back and forth, wringing his hands. Finally, he stopped and looked at the camera.

"In a couple months, I’m gon’ be a daddy man, continuing my own bloodline. Ain’t nothing betta than that Uce,” Jey said seeming to get emotional as he continued pacing waiting for his entrance.

“ So to answer your question, I prayed for health and strength; I prayed for my family. So, I'm bout to head out there and put on for my bloodline," Jey said spraying water on himself before hitting the curtain, heading to the ring.

"No!!!" I screamed throwing a bottle at the TV and breaking it. This bitch is pregnant. PREGNANT! That was supposed to be me!" I screamed in frustration as I knew now there was never a chance of Jey coming back to me.

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OBGYN' Office, Pensacola, FL

Jey’s POV

I hate hospitals and after what happened to Shantell. I cringe whenever we drive by one. I can honestly say this is a good doctor visit though. "Shantell everything is looking good," Dr. Borden said as we both let out a sigh of relief. "Ok, so no complications," I asked looking at my son on the ultrasound machine.

" Mr Fatu the baby is fine, and if you’d like to know the sex we can draw blood to be sure," Dr. Borden said as Shantell smiled. "I told him we should be surprised, but he said he already knows it’s a boy," she said holding my hand as I couldn’t control my smile.

“I know because a reliable source told me,” I said smiling, kissing her hand. "Well we also need to talk about all this stress you’ve been under Shantell, it’s not healthy," he said giving her a stern fatherly look.

"I know Doctor Borden, I’m going to take it more seriously and avoid stress. Our child is our first priority and I will leave any situation that is causing me stress," Shantell said with determination as her words kind of really stuck with me as the doctor printed out a copy of the ultrasound.

"Good because I would really hate to see anything happen to you or this baby. You deserve to be happy and have your dreams come true," Doctor Borden said giving her a hug and shaking my hand.

"You ready to go, baby," I asked as she nodded, kissing me before she got dressed. I'm glad the doctor had good news for us but I still had some worries.

Shantell’s POV

“You’ve been quiet since we left the doctor,” I said as Jey grabbed my hand, placing it on my lap as we drove home.

“Would you ever leave me? I mean after what the doctor said about taking care of yourself, and stress he started as I gripped his hand tighter. “Josh, I’m still here, aren’t I?” I asked trying to drop the subject but he continued.

“If something is causing you stress, I wouldn’t blame you for leaving he said glancing at me with a sad smile. Even if it’s me that’s causing the stress, I would understand baby," he said, his voice sad and full of emotion. “Josh, can we drop this?” I asked as he pulled me into a kiss as we stopped at the red light.

“Just let me finish before I lose my nerve, if things get stressful let’s just promise to talk to each other and make the decision together, please,” he pleaded as I kissed him again. "Josh, we will be ok,” I assured him as we continued our journey home.

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R&B Brunch Club

Joe’s POV

This little club is amazing and never disappoints as the DJ is walking in the crowd giving people a chance to sing along, finishing the lyrics when they cut the beat. I had invited Jey and Shantell to come out with us to get outta the house and have a little fun. We all needed it, and it was good to see them so carefree with everything that had been going on.

"I see you jammin', sangin' to yo man over there!” The DJ said pointing at Shantell. She was singing, swaying to the music with Jey. He had his arm wrapped around her waist, cheesing, and nodding in agreement with the words she was singing.

I got to admit it’s a vibe up in here right now, as I kissed my wife. She blushed, before laying her head on my shoulder. They were playing My First Love by Avant feat. KeKe Wyatt and the crowd was singing along at the top of their lungs.

I saw the DJ making his way over to our table with a spare microphone offering it to Shantell as she smiled taking it out of his hands. I swear somebody gon' have to surgically remove Jey's smile as he's waiting to hear her sing.

“You better sang that shit too!" I said hyping her up as she smiled at us, before turning back to Jey and began singing.

Times keep changing

Come sun or rain

Tangela’s POV

I couldn’t help but smile, I didn't know Shantell could sing and she was singing the hell outta that song. She had Jey entranced as she wrapped one arm around his neck as he bit his lip slightly showing off his grillz, pulling her closer as she serenaded him.

Kill the beat!," The DJ shouted as Joe smiled, pulling out his phone, going live on his Instagram.

“Let him know what it is sis!”I shouted as she gazed into his eyes and began belting into the microphone.

Long as I live (long as I live)

You will be

My first love (and my only love)

It was amazing hearing the crowd singing the chorus, backing up Shantell. “Yea, you betta sang that shit, you my first love too," Jey said throwing a one up in the sky before leaning down kissing her neck holding her close as they swayed to the music.

“You gotta make sure he know that shit baby girl,” Joe said as Shantell gently pushed Jey to sit down. He was devouring her with his eyes as she leaned down singing to him, making sure he heard her.

Long as I live (long as I live)

You will be my first love

And I choose you again

Shantell leaned over to give Jey a kiss as he pulled her into his lap deepening the kiss as Shantell without looking passed the microphone back to the DJ. "Ok, I got to send Trin a picture," I whispered as I took a picture of them.

"No pictures, I look horrible," Shantell said laughing, seeing the flash as Jey turned her attention back to him taking her in another passionate kiss. "You look beautiful," he whispered to her caressing her face lovingly. "That’s what the R&B Brunch is about! Let’s keep it goin' ya’ll," the DJ said as Why I love you so much by Monica began playing.

" Come on wifey, let’s dance," Joe said as I looked at him in shock. "You….You want to dance," I asked as he smiled leaning over to kiss me. "Yea, can’t a man dance with his wife," he asked leading me out to the dance floor.

Shantell’s POV

"See cuz can dance, I don’t know why he so shy bout that shit," Jey said looking at Tangela and Joe on the dance floor looking like their gliding on air. "It’s in the blood, ya’ll all smooth with it," I said smiling at him as he blushed slightly.

"You know I never heard you sing before," Jey said caressing my face. "Well, I gotta hold some things close to the vest,"t I said as he kissed me again. "Well, your my first love too," he whispered as I blushed laying my head against his neck as he held me close.

"Always and forever," I whispered caressing his beard as the chaos of the club seemed to not exist as it was just me and him. This date night with Joe and Tangela has been truly fun. We definitely need to do this more often as life is moving so fast. I also knew I needed this time off to reset.

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Smackdown one month later

Gorilla

Trin’s POV

"I can’t do this," Trin said pacing as Jimmy and I looked at each other smiling. "Girl! Yes you can this is what we’ve been waiting on," I encouraged as Jimmy took her in his arms. "Hey, we here, and it’s gon' be great baby," he said kissing her as she relaxed.

"You on in one minute Trin," I said looking at Tamina getting jumped by Rhonda and Shayna. I could feel her mind shift as she focused. "That’s my girl," Jimmy smiled moving away from her as he came to sit beside me. "Go kill it, girl!" I shouted as her music hit and she went out into the arena to a hug pop.

"Is that Jimmy’s wife Trin!" Cole shouted as Trin cleared house. You know it is Cole, only one person can jump that high in the women’s division and I’m personally glad to see her back Barrett said as Rhona and Shayna ran off.

"Camera five get a close-up of Trin then phase back out to Rhona and Shanna," I ordered as the crowd began chanting “welcome back" as Trin was overcome with emotion. "Hard camera focus on Trin for a minute, then camera seven I need crowd shots" I advised.

"Shan, you know I got you, and it’s good to have you back," Stu said as I smiled. "It’s good to be back, Stu. I really missed ya'll," I said into my headset.

"Look at her out there," Jimmy said almost in tears as Jey rested his hand on his shoulder. "It’s official, she's, back in the fold," Jey said smiling at me as Jimmy nodded looking proudly at his wife.

The crowd was so amped they wouldn’t let her speak as she tried to control her emotions. "Yeah, I’m back!" She shouted as the crowd roared louder." Camera eight I need a shot on Tamina," I said as I saw her tearing up.

"My sister ain't by herself no more, she's got me and we coming for those WWE Women’s tag team championships! Your days here are numbered just like they were in the UFC" Trin shouted dropping the mic as Tamina stood beside her.

"Camera two and Nine I need a pace between the ring and the aisle, I need a good shot of this stare-down to take us off the air," I requested.

"The war is on, Tamina has some help now!" Cole screams as Smackdown goes off the air. I watched Trin and Tamina celebrate as Jey sat on the other side of me. Trin was finally officially back on the roster and tonight was my first day back.

If this past month was any inkling of what's to come, I can say these next few months should go by fast and bring us all closer together.

Nowhere left to go but up from here......I hope.

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wait I already asked for sum but I'm asking again — haha sorry

fem werewolf reader x garroth - my street location but after all the chaos so garroth is a werewolf too

nobody knows reader is a wolf as she got bullied for it when she was young, way before high school and she learned how to hide her ears and tail so she always did and eventually it became about of an afterthought at times although it was a topic she hates thinking abt

reader is Katelyn's best friend as they used to play volleyball together in pdh, garroth and everybody else obviously knows her too but Katelyn was closest with her. She always kept her friend group smaller than most and she was knows to be sweet, although she had an attitude and a sarcastic tone at times, which Katelyn loves most about her. tldr garroth and reader become close but he feels detached from everyone, as if he's keeping them at arms length, due to his trauma. Garroth has a breakdown in public when hanging w everyone (for reasons you can think of sorry Juliet 😭) and idk things happen and reader opens up to make him feel better and smooch they're baes

a/n this is such a fun request i LOVE this !! and tysm for requesting <3 i have a few other requests which I'll definitely get to eventually :)

not proof read !!! sorry, wrote this at half 2am and i really didn't wanna read it through😭

also the pic is from Pinterest:

Garroth Ro'meave x fem!Wolf!Reader.

Love.

A social construct made up by lonely people who find sorrow in their isolation. Yet, no matter how much versatility love had in the eyes and, most importantly, hearts of people, the pain and adrenaline and even the dependancy love can cause is seen as a fundamental process of loving and being "normal". Now, I know this sounds pessimistic and something that a typical single, and way too desperate to mingle, person would say, I adore the idea of love and the feeling it gives us. Sometimes, life feels so meaningless and unnecessary, so the feeling of love and even the hurt or happiness it can often bring can make us as people feel so much less alien.

Now, the reason i'm so fixated on the topic of romance is due to the current predicament i find myself in. In high school, my friend Aphmau fell desperately in love with Aaron Lycan, it was cute. What was even cuter was the fact they stuck it out and are even currently engaged! Sure, we lost a figurative single soldier who ended up being taken but that was fine, it was fun fos us to gossip about and hope we could have what they have. Kawaii— no, Nana got into a relationship with Zane which was... unexpected to say the least, but it was nice to know Zane had opened up to someone other than Aphmau and that Nana finally had something she had always wanted. Katelyn broke up with Jeffory in high school too, she went through a tough time but i knew my best friend was going to be okay, and soon enough she was. However, what was NOT okay was that she ended up in a relationship too! I mean, of course she's an adult and i want the best for her and i truly am happy but wow, now i have the least amount of relatability, even to my best friend, all because Travis finally wooed her. I hadn't expected to be the only one on mystreet that was single.

Well, only single female, that is. There was Dante, who still had yet to manage his own love life but he recently went on a journey of self discovery and trying to be happy with who he is and not feel as though he had to change himself in order to be loved romantically. Kim and Lucinda were also single, although they never showed much interest in getting into a relationship, well not Lucinda at least. Kim seemed like she might just be too awkward to even try. But they didn't matter, i wasn't all that close with them, even though Lucinda and Kim felt closer than Dante due to the events of what had happened at the lodge... yeah, those experiences definitely brought us closer.

There was also Garroth...

Garroth Ro'meave, what a character. He's somebody that is incredibly attractive, objectively of course - i personally don't have feelings for him. He has this gorgeous head of sandy blonde hair, long enough to tie up into a tiny ponytail but still short enough to have tendrils of a mellow gold sticking out at the front. His skin was a pretty tan colour, he went outside alot and although he put on sunscreen, he never really bothered to apply more throughout the day so especially after coming back from holiday, his skin was lovely, sunkissed even. And although i could go on and on about his muscles and peculiar yet endearing fashion sense - I've yet to mention his best feature.

His eyes.

They were Sapphires, beautiful gemstones that shone with such luminosity that only the most expensive crystals could achieve. Although, the colour of his eyes moreso resembled Aquamarines, or perhaps even Blue Agates. His eyes were even more radiant when he smiled or laughed, and oh my god was his smile charming to say the least.

Everything about him was just - wow..

But again, don't get an ill idea, I simply see him as a friend. Maybe even a close friend. After the lodge, we had all gotten closer, especially as the feeling of loneliness often felt deadly at times.. Garroth and I had gotten much closer after the lodge, especially at Starlight as many tensions had eased between everyone and people had finally relaxed. Even now, we hang out much more often as we are some of the only single ones out of our close friends so we just gravitate towards eachother.

Unfortunately, I had grown a bit more distant from Katelyn, my ultimate best friend. After coming back from the lodge, we all spoke of course but there was so much.. uncertainty and lack of trust. It was as if we needed to reevaluate our friendships and see if they were genuine and not just Ein somehow hurting us again. We were broken. And of course the others that were not at the lodge didn't understand the change. Katelyn was never truly in touch with her emotions nor how to handle them, let alone other people's emotions. Of course she had realised there was a slight shift in my behaviour, especially as it wasn't just me. Everybody had noticed Aphmau's depression, and Katelyn was growing more confused. She wasn't able to speak to me as seriously as she wanted to or as deeply as she wanted to, so i managed to undermine how i was feeling each time she had asked. But, we both knew that a lack of much needed communication can cause cracks or gaps in friendships. Although it was obvious she felt guilty for not "getting through to me", I knew i was at fault.

Katelyn hasn't tried asking about the lodge or anything else about the time period of which we all came back from there since. She must realise how much of a sensitive topic it is. And, although I sometimes feel lonely knowing she's out having fun not missing me and instead replacing our hangouts with dates with Travis, I'm happy she's happy and I'm happy i have Garroth now too.

Truth be told, Garroth went through unforgettable things, specifically being turned into a werewolf via excruciating pain and suffering. He doesn't like talking about it, and while his ears and tail are always out, he doesn't like people mentioning them or bringing them to everybody's attention. He wasn't ready for the kinds of conversations he knew he was bound to have with everybody if he allowed them to talk about them or even just acknowledge them.

He just wanted to be Garroth, it seemed. And he was never not Garroth to me. I wish he realised that I of all people would understand.

I, too, am a werewolf - well, a wolf at least, but I've always hidden it. Nobody knows, I always intended to tell everybody but i was so so scared.. I was bullied relentlessly in my younger years for being a wolf.

I never had it easy, I was adopted by humans that didn't know i was a pup right away, so when my ears and tails had been shown after they had already signed the adoption papers, they kept me. They didn't know how to raise a pup so they brought me up like they would a human and unfortunately sent me to a human school.

I went to human schools up until high school, so until i was 14. Needless to say, it was the worst. I got beaten physically and verbally, jumped, stolen from and some people even tried to light my fur on fire, so i forever have had a burn scar on my left ear. Although i seemed brave and string after those experiences, i never got over them. Sure, i moved forward, but i dont think i ever truly moved on. Yes, Garroth and I have different experiences but I so desperately sympathise with him as i understand the pain these transitions can cause, and even just what being a wolf can cause. I want him to let me in, but there's no way in hell I'll force him into that. So for now, my friendship with him is enough.

I care for him deeply, and although i said i didn't have any interest in him, it was a pretty obvious lie.. I don't know if i would say i love him yet as its incredibly early to say such rash things but I definitely like him more than anybody should be able to like someone. But after what he's been through, I doubt romance is even on his mind, let alone me.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

I turned on my side, staring aimlessly out of my window that resided next to my bed. The sky was an endless sea of midnight blue which was littered with glimmering stars.

I sighed.

I checked my phone around 10 minutes ago, so it was currently around 04:48 am if i had remembered correctly. It was getting harder and harder to sleep, and it didnt help that i kept thinking of Garroth.

Helping Garroth. Hanging out with Garroth. Liking Garroth. The beauty of Garroth. Just Garroth.

It was like a fever dream, only thinking of one person in millions of separate scenarios, i sound like an obsessed fan. I cringed, knowing i had to get up at about 11am tomorrow at the latest as I had to be at Aphmau's house by 12. She was having a hangout with everybody on mystreet as she felt like everybody had been so tense after recent events, she was always so sweet and looked out for everyone.

Well, I guess I need to at least try to sleep.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

Yawning, my clenched my fists and rubbed my eyes with them, i looked beside me at my bedside table where my digital alarm clock was.

10:13.

I was kinda proud of myself for getting up at a somewhat reasonable time and getting at least 5 hours of sleep. I had some pretty bad eyebags from having sleepless nights often, but i always hid it with makeup.

I got ready within around an hour and a half leaving around 20 minutes to walk to Aphmau and Aaron's place. I was actually really pleased, i felt nice today. I sprayed myself with my favourite perfume and left my place, grabbing my phone and keys before i left. I saw Zane ans Nana holding hands as they walked into Aphmau's house a few houses down, they were super adorable to be honest.

I walked to her house and hugged Aph as she greeted me. I sat down and glanced around the room, immediately realising i had been the last to arrive. I sat down next to Garroth which was one of the only seats not occupied by a couple. Everybody was chatting loudly in a fun light hearted manner, clearly happy to feel free of any tension towards one another. I turned to Garroth, wondering why he had kept so quiet.

Immediately, I had a good idea of why.

His normally honey toned skin looked pastey and blotchy, his eyes were red and tearful and his hair was unkempt. Had nobody else noticed the support he clearly needed??

"Garroth.."

He turned to me and attempted to give me a sweet smile and whilst he looked pretty like usual, it was disingenuine and full of melancholy.

"Yes, Y/N?"

I just looked at him, and my sympathy must have been misunderstood as pity as he suddenly stood up and spoke, "Don't do that."

"Do what?" I got up too, wanting to be on the same level as him.

"Give me that look o-of pity! Don't pity me, Y/N. I'm strong."

"I know that Garroth I just—"

"Just stop!" He exclaimed and although it wasn't loud enough for many other to hear, thank god, it had left me feeling scared for him. I just wanted him to be okay, dammit.

He left Aphmau's house, i quickly ran to the kitchen to say goodbye to Aphmau. I felt no need to expose Garroth to her so i came up with the classic "family emergency" excuse. Somehow, it worked and she allowed me to leave in my hurried state. Assuming Garroth went to his house, I ran over there as quickly as I could, which wasnt too hard considering I was a wolf, and knocked on the door. Unfortunately, it had been left open anyways so I peered in, seeing Garroth curled up on the couch, his ears drooping.

I walked in quietly and closed the door, although his long distance hearning abilities due to his new werewolf attachments heard me.

"Y/N please, i don't want your pity." I sat down on the floor just below him so i could see him face, although his eyes were looking at anything but myself, "Good thing I'm not here to give you pity, then."

His gaze softened and he spoke in a murmer, "Sorry for raising my voice." Tears were threatening to fall down his face, something he unfortunately looked like he was used to. I held his hands in mine, "Don't apologise. You're allowed to be upset, hell it would be abit odd if you weren't. No matter what ears you have, human or otherwise, or if you have a tail or not, you're always going to be my Garroth. This hasn't changed a thing."

His face tensed as tears cascaded down his cheecks, "You're too sweet to me... but no matter what you say, i know you don't understand. Not as well as you think you do. I'm never going to be the same Garroth i was because nobody will see me the same way. But i cannot handle the looks of pity i get..."

I kissed the backs of his hands, rubbing my thumbs soothingly against them, trying to add some sort of comfort that wasn't too invasive or overwhelming. The last thing i wanted was to drive him away. "Garroth, i understand more than you think i do."

He was still refusing to look at me, closing his eyes as he tried to prevent more tears from spilling. I allowed my ears and tail so show, I don't do it often so it felt foreign and hinestly, it was uncomfortable and way too vulnerable for my liking. But i knew it might help Garroth, and i was willing to take the chance.

"Look at me Garroth."

He didn't reply and instead jjst kept his eyes closed, "I said look at me." I tried to command, although it came out quietly and softly as I didn't want to add fuel to Garroth's fire.

He opened his eyes and — "what is this?"

"I.. am a werewolf. Well, a wolf. I was born one."

He was in a state of shock, "I didn't know.." I laughed uncomfortablely, "Yeah.. nobody does. I was ashamed, i got bullied by humans as a kid so much that my fear was domineering and I never really showed them. Having human parents adopt me didn't help either and they didn't understand me."

Garroth looked at me with a look that finally meant he understood, "You understand me because...you went through the lonliness and shame too." I nodded, "Garroth, I care so much about yoy to the point I can't sleep sometimes because of worry or out of happiness knowing I'll see you the next day or even just staying up thinking about how cute your stupid goofy smile is but—"

He gasped and I had thought i said too much and overstepped a boundary, "You think my smile is stupid and goofy?" He inquired dramatically and for the first time in a while, I laughed wholeheartedly, "Shut up, you know thats not what i meant!" "Well thats what you said!"

I smiled at his as our bickering dulled, "But seriously. I like you Garroth, more than a friend should, and you had me worrying so much but in reality, you're always going to be my Garroth to me, ears and a tail aren't gonna change that. Although they are devilishly cute."

He blushed and I removed my hands from his and wiped the tears off of his face. I kissed his cheek as he stuttered in response and merely kissed mine back. We didn't speak after, because words were not needed, the only thing were needed in that moment was eachother.

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✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader

PART 8: LET ME DOWN SLOWLY

— The previous parts of the fic can be found in the pinned post of my profile. Hope you enjoy! —

word count: 7.6k

tw: panic attacks, implied attempted sexual assault

You had to keep yourself together to not let one mistake get the best of you.

But through the lies your subconscious wants you to hear, you knew there was an extent to which you were able to convince yourself with those thoughts. And admittedly, it was close to its breaking point.

Try all you could but you couldn’t mute the faint piano music playing faintly in the back of your mind, the paranoia of a murderer lurking in the shadows, the reminders of blood shed from the corpses of your family, nor the visages of a twisted version of your narcissistic mother haunting your waking dreams.

The further you went on this trip to stop the root of all evil and put yourself in peace, the more your past kept resurfacing to torment and eliminate one of the Crusaders or worse. God forbid you involved the others into your struggles.

The last thing you wanted was to see betrayal or disgust from their eyes, staring at you at the discovery that you harbored one of DIO’s agents inside you, waiting to strike. If you could, you would’ve just suggested leaving the group but that would’ve just sparked more questions that pried into information that was too personal.

And you wouldn’t be able to provide a sufficient answer either way with the heavy fog your subconscious placed making you forget the past that happened.

You kept to yourself as the group gathered and continued on after your run-in with Steely Dan. The journey resumed in a vehicle Mr. Joestar bought where everyone crammed in as he drove forward to their next designation.

Wanting to occupy the front seat was the first thing you suggested the second the old man brought the car up. The last thing you needed right now was men pressing against you, the feeling of unwanted touch still lingering from before.

It was fortunate that most of your companions didn’t notice your subtle increase in anxiety, more so when you still had bits of your remaining confidence on show for them to see. Even if they did, none of them took it further than a simple “you okay?” from Pol or Mr. Joestar, or a “you’re not hurt anywhere?” from Kakyoin or Avdol.

The same couldn’t be said for Jotaro.

The one person who was more observant than the others. The same person who witnessed your first spurt of violence out of a mix of self-defense and anger. And the first friend to get hurt by your blind rage. It could only get worse from there.

You’re aware of the cut that now lined his cheek underneath that band-aid and you didn’t have it in you to bring it up to him now. He’s upset at you. He doesn’t like people who hurt him and his friends. You thought back to when you nearly broke Kakyoin’s wrist due to a nightmare you had.

You did that. You hurt them. You tried to snap yourself from spiraling further, but it was hard when you could feel his icy gaze on you, reminding you of what happened.

It’s been a few hours since then and you haven’t been able to look or talk to the delinquent.

Maybe you would soon but you doubted it would be sooner.

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You were being quiet and refused to be near him, and it made Jotaro uneasy.

In any other scenario with another person, friend or stranger, he wouldn’t mind it. He’d appreciate it even. But when it came to you, he grew accustomed to your lively aura and thrived off of it as if it filled in some sort of lack inside him. It was because of you that he was able to have a first taste of what’s it like being a best friend to someone.

It felt nice, warm, and fuzzy deep down. He grew to like and appreciate your many ramblings, countless teasing, and startling displays of affections.

And to have you mirroring what he is- quiet, held back, deep in thought, avoidant… didn’t sit right with him. Were you still shaken from what that fucker did to you? Blaming yourself for the cut on his cheek?

Jotaro wasn’t mad at you. To his knowledge, he didn’t show signs of being upset. You choosing not to interact with him made him confused more than anything. He’d look at you occasionally from the side, hoping you’d at least talk about your feelings to someone else if not him.

But again, you were too stubborn and chose to remain silent, preferring to isolate.

You talked less, distanced yourself from the group little by little, forced smiles that became less convincing than the last, hesitated sharing thoughts more, flinched when someone would call your attention, and chose to sleep in a place where you’d be far from the group.

All those restless nights, paranoid glances, and quick dismissal of negative feelings... Beneath your optimistic mask and throughout the trip to Egypt, you slowly deteriorated from the inside-out and Jotaro still didn’t know why.

And as much as he didn’t want to get involved in anyone’s life, he wanted to help you.

But how could he when you wouldn’t even spare a glance at his direction nor can he find the right timing to approach you without making you more uncomfortable.

Fuck. I’m so bad at this.

Jotaro, through the best of his ability, did what he knew could make you feel a bit better. He thought back to when he’d bought you a bag of snacks and meals when you hadn’t eaten that day and remembered vividly of the sight of your beaming smile. On a pit stop, he’d join Polnareff and buy some snacks for the trip with the adult carrying a heftier bag for the guys, while the other had enough to suffice for just him and you.

Without looking, Jotaro repeated what he had done then and offered the plastic bag to you with a low “I heard your stomach growling” statement, but instead of a surprised exclamation or stunned gratitude, a tight-lipped smile and a brief, simple “thanks” was all he got in return.

In another attempt, the delinquent would try and be the one to put more effort to stay by your side. He’d suggest that he’d be the one accompanying you whenever and wherever the group had to split for a moment. Maybe by doing this, you’d recognize that he didn’t hold any grudges or ill-feelings towards you and you’d be able to let out a portion of your worries onto him.

But you didn’t engage with him. You wouldn’t talk to him, tease him, or blurt out a random trivial fact about something. You wouldn’t even look him, only staring elsewhere with an almost paranoid, distant gaze.

Jotaro grew frustrated. At you for your current behavior? At himself for being a shitty friend? “Hey,” he started. “If you have something to say, say it.”

He’d regret not being able to control the tone of his voice when your posture turned rigid, smiling apologetically. “Ah uhm… It’s nothing really. No worries.”

“Stop lying. You’ve been unusually silent throughout the trip. You’d think I wouldn’t notice?”

You frowned, insulted. “And so what if I’ve been quiet? Can I not be chatty for once?” You said, looking at him with an edge to your demeanor. “Don’t you like it when I’m not annoying you or pissing you off with my bullshit? Wasn't that the reason why you’ve called me a ‘bitch’ in the first place?”

Jotaro winced, his hands clenching in the pockets of his pants and chest throbbing with guilt. It’s not like that. You’re not annoying me. I like listening to your stories. I didn’t mean to- I’m… There were many lines that stirred in his head that wanted to come out to explain his immature actions. But none wouldn’t come out. He knew he tended to convey them often sounding like a complete asshole.

So all he could do was duck his head and shy away from you.

You nodded, solemn. “That’s what I thought. You don’t have to pretend you liked hearing my ramblings. I’ll let you have the piece of quiet you want.” You turned on your heels and walked ahead, leaving the delinquent by himself.

I’m sorry.

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You didn’t want to say those hurtful words to your friend, but was it hurtful when he knows it’s true? Besides, you wanted to get as far as possible from the others with how increasingly unstable your anxiety became.

By making Jotaro frustrated at you, he’d harbor an inkling of dislike towards you and then he’d be pissed enough to leave you alone, sparing him the risk of getting another injury from your hands.

But everything you’ve been doing recently dealt taxes on you- having to minimize interactions with your friends, restraining your Stand from making an appearance as much as possible, trying not to focus on the piano music haunting your every second or the killer just waiting in the corner.

And the nightmares that never failed to pull you back into the past every time you shut your eyes:

“Welcome back princess. You’re surprisingly early for today’s lesson-”

“That’s because you brought me here against my own will. Like you always do.”

No matter how many times this have reoccurred, you’d always find yourself back in the cold interior of your old family manor with the same polished monochrome tiles and marble walls. What changed in each was the scenario.

It was different with each nightmare, none pleasant. You were compelled to stay in a solitary meeting with faceless figures with grins etched on their blank heads, to dine in a dinner set in the gardens where the stalker would lie, to force yourself to read dozens of books where if you’d look away for a second, a scream would terrorize you may it be anger from your mother or pain from someone familiar.

Your uncle? Father? Brother? Or a random stranger?

This night brought you to the music hall where that damn piano resided, occupied with none other than the ebony woman perched on the seat, ruby eyes staring you down as you stiffly stood underneath the doorway. It didn’t have to touch the cursed instrument for it to start playing the same melody on its own.

Empty chairs made up the remaining space in the middle of the hall.

“Why do I have a say in your actions?” The feminine Stand crooned. “You walked here by yourself. Stop denying that you missed your singing lessons princess because I know how much you liked the attention-”

“I don’t even fucking remember what I was doing! Can’t you just stop with the fake act and-”

“You ungrateful brat!”

A sharp gust of wind blast through the room, hitting you straight in the stomach that sent you on your knees. You felt sick as waves of fear coursed through your system. Its voice was spine-chilling, immediately triggering your fight-or-flight. In an instant before you could do any of the two, you yelped as you were forced on your feet by the hand that pulled your hair up with no remorse. “Even after I gifted you your power, your beauty, your voice, you still have the audacity to yell back to your mother like I was in the wrong!”

You wanted to bite back but a whimper could only move past your quivering lips. “All I’m asking you is to do your part as my daughter and make our name proud, but look where we are right now!” It grabbed your chin with ice-cold hands, turning it to the empty hall. “My reputation ruined! Your family destroyed! You could’ve have done your part and spared me the trouble of finding a criminal to-”

To what? What does she mean?

The Stand took a deep breath and smiled, the false mask back on as it tugged you into its arms. You were too confused and terrified to reject the gesture. You stood frozen as it brushed down your hair with light touches. “But that’s all in the past now. You’re still precious, still talented, and able to make amends to mommy.”

“I-”

“Shush now princess.” It directed you to stand on the small stage and you stayed put, hands clammy and breaths coming in quivers. The female returned to its spot on the seat and let the piano start its haunting music once more. “Let’s return to where we are.”

As if on cue, the room suddenly flashed into life. What once was a space drenched in dimmed darkness now beamed with the chandelier’s light. Ghostly figures sat on the once-empty chairs, blank faced and clapping. Underneath them, red seeped through the floor with some appearing as crimson streaks on the walls.

You widened your eyes in terror, recognizing the bloodshed from a past nightmare. Your hands shook, vision turning hazy, and the music almost sounded like it was ringing. It’s the same scene but what lacked was-

Someone tapped your shoulder and you dared to look over.

A strangled scream joined the music. Two battered men stood behind you, one older and the other around your age, both of them looking similar to each other. Both bore multiple wounds from their chests and abdomens, never-ending streams of blood gushing out from them. Their clothes were torn and scrapped. Some of their limbs broken or bent.

You cupped your mouth in complete horror, tears forming in less than a minute. You recognized the younger one- the same man who would ruffle your hair and swore to keep you from danger’s way. The same one who went missing for days, only to be found brutally murdered.

That could only mean that the other figure was your-

“Disobey me again and I guarantee your new friends will turn out like they did.”

Rapid succession of many footsteps prompted you to quickly turn around and staggered back with a cry and closed eyes. Silent Sanctuary manifested in an instant, flashes of rose-gold and sounds of objects crashing the only thing you could process.

“Y/N?!”

You let out a violent gasp as you bolted upright from your bed. The room still spun around you and it took a couple of breaths in for you to see and think clear. And you remembered.

You were in a small hotel room that you insisted staying in. Alone while the others stayed in separate rooms. Though you wouldn’t call it welcoming any longer as the furniture around were now trashed, torn and split open as if a massive whip had done it. Items lay on the floor, damaged if not broken. The window beside you was cracked and the sheets used were drenched with sweat.

You didn’t have to think too much or lie to yourself that the damages dealt was done by an enemy Stand user. You knew no one else couldn’t have done this but your Stand. Oh god, what if one of them was here with me? I would’ve-

The door swung open to Mr. Joestar checking on you still in his pajamas, frantic. In a second, Jotaro appeared beside him, equally worried. “Y/N?! What happened?!”

“I-I don’t…”

The old man hurried inside and assessed the level of damage from the split shelves to the cracked window. He turned to you and grabbed your shoulders, the touch making you jump a bit. “Did you notice someone break in?! Why didn’t you call for help?!”

“Because I- there was- I mean…” You couldn’t form a complete sentence, still overwhelmed from what happened that all you could muster were stutters. “I-I don’t know…”

Mr. Joestar shook your shoulders as if that would snap you out of your daze. “Y/N tell me where and how they broke in and I’ll make sure we’ll make them pay-”

“Leave her be old man!” Jotaro called out from his position by the door, his tone bordering into anger. “Can’t you see she’s shaken?!”

The delinquent’s words prompted him to make a double take on your frazzled state. With realization, Mr. Joestar drew his hands back from your shoulders. You let out a heavy sigh, your arms immediately wrapping around yourself.

You’d find Polnareff and Avdol arriving soon after, hurrying inside to visit you and sitting by your side in an attempt to comfort you. Kakyoin joined the older adult and asked questions as to what had happened.

Out of the corner of your eyes, Jotaro still stood in the same position as before. He watched the guys talk to you from his spot with furrowed brows and tightened lips. That was new. You never saw him this concerned before. Though, it could be out of pity.

And you let yourself believe that lie.

After few more consolations from the guys, time couldn’t wait for the group any longer and you had to continue on forward. Throughout the trip to the desert, you kept your focus on the sky and could only nod and smile whenever one of the Crusaders would talk to you.

There were instances you grew worried whether you’re “positive” mask started to slip and you’d make attempts to put it back on with random bouts of lively, short conversations. Just enough words to make them less suspicious of your odd behavior.

Eventually, you’d reach the edge of the sandy wasteland where Mr. Joestar would trade his car with a couple of camels. He struggled with how to handle them and watched him make a fool of himself in front of his team. Quiet murmuring could be heard beside you but you paid no attention.

Instead, you allowed yourself to smile a bit at the sight of the old man being goofy.

“Y/N?” You turned to look at Kakyoin standing beside you, wearing a thick shawl to cover his head with. In his hands was another. “It’s going to be an inferno out there. Some protection might be needed.”

“Oh… thanks Kak.” You said. He smiled and draped the white cloth over your head, adjusting the hem to fit around your neck.

“The last thing Jot- I mean we would want is for you to have serious sunburns or die from a heat stroke.”

You didn’t catch the slip of his tongue and said one last “thank you” before claiming one of the camels available. With the intervention of Avdol’s help, everyone was able to board the three-humped animals and travel across the desert was now possible.

It would be a while, and it would be insufferable with the heat that would come but you figured that a high temperature inconvenience would be a good distraction from all the shit that now sat in your mind.

You hoped the mild burn would hurt if it meant steering away from your thoughts.

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Your mood hadn’t improved.

Under the blazing heat of the sun, the Crusaders traversed across the vast desert with Avdol leading the way. Joseph was behind the Egyptian followed by Polnareff and Kakyoin side by side. Jotaro followed the both of them while you kept yourself in the back.

To see you smile even just for a little bit when the cherry-haired gave you the shawl Jotaro bought for you was at least something. But along the way, you continued to keep yourself distant from the rest with despondence. The delinquent decided to hang in the back to watch over you while the rest seemed oblivious to your current behavior.

The sudden isolation somehow also affected the way you used your Stand. You refused to use Silent Sanctuary ever since their encounter with Steely Dan, only bringing it out when absolutely necessary to protect the group such as a sudden Stand attack from the Sun itself.

There were instances when he hoped you would cheer up whenever his grandfather would say inappropriate words in the middle of an attack or when the others would burst into laughter at the realization of the enemy user’s choice of camouflage.

You could only smile at most at their nonsensical humor instead of playing into their jokes, only to drop the expression when you knew no one was looking at you anymore.

The night that came after dispatching of the Sun’s user, everyone huddled to settle around the makeshift bonfire, finding their preferred spot to get some shut eye.

And just as Jotaro was about to get his sleep, he found you sitting on your sleeping bag by yourself a bit away from the small circle of warmth the guys rested in. He watched you desperately trying to stay awake, seeing you slap your face numerous times, hold your breath, or pinch your skin.

Eventually, you’d succumb to sleep despite your efforts, still sitting with your knees bunched to your chest and your head resting on top. Jotaro sighed and got up, slowly approaching you before shrugging his uniform off to ball it into a makeshift pillow.

With cautious movements, he gently maneuvered you to lie down on it and helped insert your body into the sleeping bag, zipping up halfway.

He stayed there for a while, watching over you even though his own sleepiness made his eyelids heavier. Your sleeves happened to loosen up a bit. He gaped at the bandages wrapped around your wrists. He cursed to himself and nearly reached over to inspect it. What happened?

Only to stop and direct his fingers to brush your hair off your forehead. Damnit, what am I doing? What should I be doing? Jotaro reached for his lighter and fidgeted with the small item, opening the lid and closing it vice versa. A habit he developed when his mind stormed with so many thoughts. Why don’t you just tell me what’s going on? It’s… annoying…

He should head back to his place and get his sleep for the days to come, but for some reason he was compelled to just stay beside you, making sure nothing would happen to you. He wanted to keep you safe, wanted to help you to the point you’d be happy again. And at that one moment of realization, his heart raced and his cheeks flared with warmth.

The delinquent ended up in the same spot that night, being the one who slept sitting through the cold instead of you.

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“I want you to sing as if the world’s watching princess! Let everyone know how top-class your voice is!”

At this point, you were tired and just let your nightmares take control. The piano continued to play and by default you let yourself sing together with the music, tapping into an old memory of a song you used to perform back when you were a mere child.

Before you, countless of blank-faced people watched you on stage, the ones dressed in suits having grins etched on their faceless masks.

“That’s it. You’re making mommy proud! You’ll bring our name back in the spotlight in no time.”

If that meant keeping Sanctuary at bay and from lashing out and hurting your friends, then you’d comply to the Stand’s wishes for now. You sang through your nausea and pressure of the crowd in front of you. It made you powerless and it was sickening. Why couldn’t you just run away?

However, just as you were about to finish the song, something shined beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass window situated at the back of the room. You gazed at the night sky and saw a singular beaming star in the midst of the dark blues and blacks.

You never took your eyes off of it, finding comfort in the tiny twinkling light.

And even through the noisy applause of the audience and the prideful cackling of the ebony Stand, you smiled to no one but yourself.

You found somewhere you could run off to. Away from the manor. Away from her.

And to the north star above.

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The group was to be airborne in a small plane and a baby is now involved.

Mr. Joestar had initially rented the flying transport for the trip but with the feverish infant needing immediate medical intervention, the owner wanted to use it first before lending it to the Crusaders.

But with your diplomatic talk with the pilot to prevent the old man from punching him out of frustration, and the suggestion of bringing the baby with the team aboard the aircraft to bring to a doctor on the way, the crew eventually settled with the man and set flight.

Though you noticed Kakyoin started to have his own dilemma, showing movements that were similar to yours after moments of reoccurring nightmares. Opening up to him, you learned that he didn’t know why he felt that way but couldn’t help but be in unease having the child on board.

Whether it be for the child’s safety or theirs.

His bubbling paranoia would end up in mayhem, yet again mimicking the scene you made without anyone watching. Midst flight, Kakyoin thrashed in his sleep, yelling and flailing wildly that caused Mr. Joestar to lose control of the plane.

With the help of Hermit Purple for the vehicle’s stabilization and Silent Sanctuary to absorb any fall or impact damage for the passengers, everyone crash landed onto land unscathed. Their current circumstances forced the Crusaders to camp out for the night, waiting for the rescue team Jotaro called from the plane’s radio to arrive.

Night came and while the guys readied their temporary camp site, blatantly shrugging off Kakyoin’s obvious hostility towards the sleeping infant, you paced around the area and dreaded going to sleep and returning to the same old lifeless house you once called as a sorry excuse of a “home”.

The fire still crackled in the middle of the group and the sleeping bags were laid out for them to occupy. At first, you joined them around the heat source. You waited until all of them fell asleep and only then, you got up and walked off into the trees where no one was in range.

And against one of the larger trunks, you sat in a space between its roots and let out a heavy sigh. A passing breeze sent shivers down your body and you crossed your arms in a feeble attempt to stay warm.

Your eyelids grew heavy yet again and you could only brace yourself to be part of that Stand’s show as you your eyes closed unwillingly.

Hopefully, you could find the one star from before and this time, you’d make a run for it.

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You weren’t the only one awake.

Jotaro pretended to sleep with the others with his back turned away from your cautious eyes. He waited for any cue to tell him his intuition was correct.

Someone zipped their sleeping bag down followed by footsteps fading into the trees.

He waited a few more seconds for the receding sound to fade and only until the second he couldn’t hear it anymore, Jotaro got up and steadily followed your trail. When he crept closer, the faintest crunch of the ground ahead guided him through the plants and to where you were going.

The delinquent continued his way forward, actively holding back his cursing and “tch’s” with every tiny inconveniences dealt by the shrubs and bugs. Reaching to the area where the footsteps stopped, Jotaro leaned back against a tree trunk to peer over to the side.

And there you were- slumped against another tree, sleeping in-between its root with your knees up and your head laying on top.

What were you doing? Was what Jotaro had in mind at first thought. Why choose to separate and behave like this? And he should be asking these questions right from the moment he noticed the shift in your personality, but why was he hesitating?

“And so what if I’ve been quiet? Can I not be chatty for once?”

“Don’t you like it when I’m not annoying you or pissing you off with my bullshit? Wasn't that he reason why you’ve called me a ‘bitch’ in the first place?”

… Right. He did try, but all he got in response was further aggression to push him away. Your way of not allowing others to cross an invisible border between what’s nice for the Crusaders and whatever secrets you chose to keep to yourself.

Maybe he hesitated because you’d repeat what you’d done and further stray away from his observing gaze, and that maybe you’d be left with no choice but to terminate the bond you both had formed from the beginning.

And as much as Jotaro didn’t mind cutting ties with a couple of acquaintances, he didn’t want to cut the one he had with you.

He shook his head, palming his eyes with a sigh. “It’s too late in the night to be stressing out like this.” He should head back to the others but not before thinking of bringing something to keep you warm from the chilly night breeze. With one last glance, he turned around to return to camp.

Jotaro could always try talking to you again when the time was right, re-worded to sound less insensitive. There would be no guarantee that it’ll work but he had to try.

He followed the trail back to the camp with the cogs in his head still running on possible methods to help you, and as he was about to return to his sleeping bag for tonight’s rest-

The wild cracking of wood and the violent rustling of leaves from the distance brought Jotaro’s attention back to the direction of the forest. A Stand attack? Should I wake up the others? He shook his head and clenched his fists.

You had a reason why you chose to isolate yourself and why you looked so stiff when his grandfather and the others started to ask you questions. He won’t disrespect your wishes but damn it, Jotaro won’t have you battling an enemy all by yourself.

He bolted back into the path he trekked, memorized the turns you took and every little biomarkers he had kept in mind to help guide him through the trees. And by the time he reached to the spot you chose to be in, he cursed as something whipped his arm by accident. He’d expect a bruise to form soon.

Jotaro took in what happened before his eyes.

There you were in the middle- on your knees sobbing, head bowed and clutched tight by your hands, and crying out to someone to “please stop”. Stemming from your back, numerous strips of rose-gold fabric were in chaos, wildly thrashing around with rapid swings as if to shield you from an invisible threat. Your surroundings were beaten to a pulp with torn to split tree trunks, broken branches, and small bleeding creatures caught in your crossfire.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Was this why you suddenly wanted to be left alone? Were your dreams that horrible that you had to trigger your Stand’s violent capabilities as a response? There were so many questions that stormed through Jotaro’s mind but he knew he wouldn’t get the answers if you remained the way you were.

And he knew you’d suggest the worse for yourself to the group if he would just leave you alone again. He had to get to you somehow.

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The lifeless manor stood before you once again.

You knew your mother’s Stand waited for you in the music hall for your next performance, but instead of heeding the commands of the melody from the distance, you turned to the windows and looked to the sky. With relief, the glowing star remained in its spot in the sky.

Like you planned, you’d make a run for it.

You swung the main entrance open and bolted out of the building and rushed into the abyss beyond. You didn’t know what was inside the dark but you paid no attention to any of your fears and focused your sights on the lone star shining above.

“You treacherous little brat! You dare flee from your mother?!”

You refused to look back and fought against your instinct to check the booming yell that seemed to intensify with every step you took away from the source. You swore you could hear the faintest pair of footsteps increasing in volume and pace.

In sheer panic, adrenaline rushed throughout your body and you sprinted harder into the void.

“Go any further and I’ll make sure you suffer the consequences, princess.”

You couldn’t see anything around you. It was nothing but the vast darkness of the void until a ray of light beamed ahead of you. With nowhere else to go, you stepped into it.

At first, you were blinded by the brightness of the exit way. Gradually, the environment came to and you found yourself in a static image of a bedroom with a little child in bed listening to a grown man reading a bedtime story. You knew that the kid was you and the man perched beside you was no other than-

“Dad…:”

A sharp ring chimed and you had to cup your hands over your ears and close your eyes as a series of voices spoke:

“Will you be here more often? Mom’s being too scary again.” “I’m sorry I wish I could. I really do, sweetie. But I have lots of things to do at the office” “Oh again?” “Again. But, to make up for it I already booked us a trip to the amusement park this Sunday. Just the two of us.” “Really?!” “Yes because I love my little sunshine so much. Always remember that dad’s always here to watch over you.”

An unclear conversation between him and someone else followed, one that was in confusion and irritation, and what came next was the abrupt crack of bones. You winced at the sound.

When you came to, the bedroom wasn’t what you saw. Instead, it was a park where two people hung out. One a teenage boy and the other you. Your younger self watched him with awe as the older sibling shared your habit of sharing many ideas.

Another series of dialogue rang and beyond your closed eyes:

“And you’ll never guess what the guy did while I was doing my push-ups.” “What?” “He threw a fake bug- my worst nightmare- right in front of my face and I screamed like… like…” “Like?” “Like you.” “Hey! Meanie.” “But you know what, big bro’s almost graduating and as soon as I’m done with the whole complicated stuff, I promise I’ll contact uncle and he’ll help us buy an apartment in Seoul where you, Dad, and I can move into. And we can finally get away her and from all these creepy stalkers.” “You can also introduce me to your girlfriend!” “Yah! I’ll get to it when I get to it.”

The memory of him leaving you for academy replayed and so did the news report of his sudden murder.

You collapsed onto your knees. Before you knew it, a couple of tears trailed down your cheeks and you burst into tears. You had direct family who loved you and for you to see their mangled bodies previous nightmares made you realize that they weren’t here anymore.

Killed.

The ebony Stand stood in front of you and you could only stare at its lower half, unable to look into the piercing blood eyes of the twisted incarnation of your mother. “Get up. You brought this to yourself because every one of you were too selfish that you wanted to leave me behind. Here I thought that I’d get at least an ounce of your love to me.”

“Sing songs like I once did in front of the crowd and have the world stand with awe, applauding the talent shown,” it crooned. “But you couldn’t just remain obedient and do such a simple thing. You also manipulated my husband and your brother to bail you out.”

“And so I thought, what if I removed them from the equation with a criminal who can do whatever I want with some pretty money and quality drugs of his choosing.”

“Y-You… You did this?”

“You forced me to do so! You were going to leave me!”

“Because you made me want to! You killed them and I left! I want nothing to do with you! You murderer!”

The Stand cackled and out of nowhere, it crouched next to you with its cold bony hands gripping your chin. “Still a brat are we? How about I remind you something else?” She turned your head to the darkness and saw countless grinning faces at you.

“My crowd is displeased by your performance and they want compensation.”

“N-No… No! I don’t want that!” You desperately shook, wanting to free yourself from its grasp. “Stop! Please stop! Why can’t you leave me be?!”

“Have fun.” The Stand chuckled and whisked away, granting the looming figures to approach with their hands out.

“NO!” You grabbed your head and shut your eyes. Silent Sanctuary was out and reflecting off of her user’s panic, began to unravel multiple strips of fabric and lashed them out in many speeding arcs, creating a barrier of whips. You sobbed. “Please stop! Please stop! Please stop!”

“Y/N?!”

“Can you hear me?!”

That voice…

“Wake up! Wake up damnit!”

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Using Star Platinum to take most of the strikes with its arm, Jotaro edged closer and called out to you. “Y/N! Can you hear me?!” He grunted as one whipped attack stung hard against his shoulder and yet you couldn’t hear him through the speeding cloths. He tried again and shouted. “Hey Y/N! It’s Jotaro! Wake up! Wake up damnit!”

The flailing continued to rage and Jotaro had to step back from the sting he received on his leg. I have to get close. And he fully intended to just charge through the chaos and grab you by the shoulders for you to wake up, but with one last yell-

“Y/N!”

Your sobs, even for a minute, dwindled down into sniffles and your eyes blinked open. Disoriented and frenzied, you scanned your surroundings in quick motions as if you could’ve sworn predators were out to pounce the moment you woke.

He never saw you in this state and to bear witness sent a gripping ache in his heart. Your breaths came out so harsh, shallow, and fast it looked painful with your face flushed and sweating from the mere effort of breathing. You remained on your knees, hunched over with a hand clutching your chest.

Silent Sanctuary never stopped in her fury but your panicked delirium would pause at the sight of the delinquent, and at the first contact of his ocean-blue eyes, tears swelled and you broke into a desperate sob, wrapping your free arm around yourself. “J-Jotaro… I can’t-”

“What should I do?!” He called out, almost desperate himself. “Y/N, how can I help you?! Tell me!”

You whimpered and you curled further in on yourself, tightening your arm around your waist. Past your short breaths, you managed to croak. “H-Hold me.” You shut your eyes. “Someone p-please… ground me. I-I can’t breathe-”

Jotaro heard enough. He balled his fists and hurried into the clear, shrugging his gakuran off as he made his way to you and ignoring the strikes of your Stand’s cloths against his skin. Reaching you in the eye of the storm, he knelt before you and wrapped your trembling body with his uniform.

In the next second, he nudged you into his arms and held you tight just as you wanted with an arm secured around your back and the other behind your head. “It’s me. It’s Jotaro. Take deep breaths for me.”

In his hold, you buried your face in his faded green top and clutched it hard as you struggled to follow his instructions. You continued to cry. “I-I’m sorry-”

“Don’t. Take your time.” With caution, he gently patted your back in slow, intermittent patterns. “If you can, take a couple of deep- !”

He grunted as the flurry of fabrics that Star couldn’t block snapped against his back and arms, but he never let go. Instinctively, he held you closer as if to shield you from your own Stand attack. It dawned on you that Sanctuary began to hurt your friend and you cried out, pushing against his chest. “N-No! You need to get away! I-I’m hurting you-”

“You’re not,” Jotaro said immediately even if you two knew it was a lie. It fucking stung everywhere, the early stages of bruising starting to form from the countless impacts, but he shouldn’t leave you like this. He wouldn’t.

He bit back another grunt as a hard blow struck his shoulder. “Focus on yourself. Breathe.”

You were a mess, conflicted whether you should continue to push him for his safety or keep his arms secured around you. And through your ugly tears and sobs, you willed yourself to concentrate. You kept your arms folded between your chest and Jotaro’s and he felt you shut your eyes.

Through the swings of the cloths, he could hear you focus on your breathing albeit shaky. “That’s it.” He encouraged softly, brushing your hair. “Deep breaths. No need to rush. I’m here.”

Eventually, your uneven breaths stabilized and the tension you kept inside faded away, your once rigid shoulders turning lax as you continued to keep up with the progress. Once you’ve calmed down enough, your Stand would pick-up its user’s state and stop its blind whipping.

Jotaro heavily sighed, relieved that he won’t have to tolerate any more beatings. He sat back on the grass, now at ease, and slowly pulled you with him, settling you between his legs while you were still finding your bearings.

A couple of minutes flew by and without the sound of whips cracking in the wind, it gave way to the calming ambiance of a simple night’s scene- the distant song of cicadas, the soft rustling of leaves, and the faint chirps of birds from the grove beyond.

As more seconds passed, you shuffled a bit in his arms with a sniffle and Jotaro leaned back to check you. With red puffy eyes and flushed cheeks, you looked at him the same time he did at you. “How are you?”

You mustered up a small yet genuine smile. “Feeling a bit better and… Oh god,” you turned away and wiped your nose with the back of your hand, embarrassed. “Oh my god, I’m really sorry you had to see me like this.”

“I don’t care about that. What I do care about is that you were able to calm yourself down.”

“Yeah but I also got help and for that.. I’m thankful.”

Jotaro huffed and warmth grew in his cheeks, a heavy weight that bore on his shoulders for days alleviated at the sight of your relief and gratitude. “Uh… let’s get some sleep. You must be tired from… all that.” He leaned back onto the dirt and closed his eyes, grimacing from the sting of the newly-formed bruises.

“And I’m… I’m sorry you had to endure my Stand’s-”

“It’s no problem,” he said to cut you off. “Those will just go away in a few days.”

Behind his shut vision, he could hear you move to him slowly by the telltale crunching of the grass growing close. “Will you mind if I… you know…”

Jotaro opened his eyes and saw you looking at him with an expectant gaze as you sat beside him, hands fidgeting with the hem of his uniform still draped over your shoulders, nearly engulfing all of you from how over-sized it was compared to your body. The vision momentarily caused a short circuit in his head for a split second.

“Know what…?”

“Lay next to you? It helps me… sleep.”

The delinquent took in your pout and puffy face one more time before sighing, laying out an arm for you. “Go ahead.”

You shuffled closer and eased onto the grass, letting his uniform serve as your blanket. Careful to not put too much pressure, you laid your head on his shoulder and pressed yourself close to his side, your face almost burrowing close to the crook of his neck. With you settled next to him, he wrapped his arm around your waist as if to secure you from the dangers out in the wild.

Fuck you’re so close… Jotaro’s heart raced at the proximity of your nose against his neck and the warmth you radiated beside him, but he knew how to keep himself in check and not cave in to bashfulness.

And just as he kept telling himself that, he jolted at the feather-light graze of your fingertip against his cheek. “ There’s still a faint mark here,” you mumbled, still tracing the length of the healed cut. “I’m sorry I did that too.”

“You never meant to hurt me… so it’s fine.”

“Still… I’m-”

“Stop saying ‘sorry’,” he said. "Because you don’t have to be.”

He could feel you pout against the skin of his shoulder, your hand now resting on top of his chest. “My bad then, Jotaro-ssi…” Your words turned sluggish as hints of drowsiness started to manifest. “I’ll just… go back to… sleep.”

Jotaro turned to look at you one last time with hooded eyes, finally content at seeing you doze off peacefully. And with no one watching, he slowly brought up his hand to smooth out the stray hair at the back of your head. You made a tiny noise of contentment and nuzzled closer to him.

Now falling into slumber after you, Jotaro returned his arm to where it was on your waist, muttering a quiet “good night” before succumbing into sleep himself.

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That night, the nightmares didn’t return.

For the star that you found out the window, the one you wanted to run towards, has instead led itself to you.

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #polaris au

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male-reader-haven · 1 year

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~That Horrible, Wonderful Feeling~

Author note:

Here is chapter 1 of the project I've been working so long on!! I'm super passionate about this storyline, so I'm hoping you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. As of right now, I have about 4 chapters completed, and depending on how well this is received I plan on posting them as well. Enjoy your Namjoon crumbs, there is SO much more to come!

Chapter 1: Ideal Woman

Namjoon's POV as he deals with prying reporters, stalkers, and some unwarranted feelings that send him spiraling. How can he claim to know and protect his fellow members if he doesn't even know himself? Y/N, one of 8 members of the worldwide popular K-pop boyband BTS, slowly helps Namjoon along in his journey of self-discovery and acceptance, dealing with his own feelings along the way.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x male idol Y/N

TW: Stalking, internalized homophobia, heavier topics, invasion of privacy, slight NSFW, 18+

Word count: 2801

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“Now, RM, the fans are dying to know. What are your ideal traits in a girl?” The interviewer smiled and held out the microphone towards Namjoon expectantly. The camera pans over to his face and he forces a smile and glances down.

What a stupid fucking question.

He is so tired of being asked the same questions. Although he knew it was bound to happen due to BTS being worldwide famous idols, still, indulging reporters and tabloids who are constantly hungry for new content and scandals to feed their prying gossipers is so exhausting.

“Ah, well, you know, we all are focusing on our career and don’t have time for anything like that.” He avoids the question, hoping the reporter will drop it. She doesn’t catch on. She has a smile that is too wide and obviously faked. Honestly, Namjoon is pretty sure this american interviewer doesn’t even really know BTS too well or even listen to their music.

“Come on, everyone has a type. ARMY wants to know what kind of woman is RM’s type?”

As if you can speak for ARMY.

“Why do you care?” Namjoon snaps. He surprises himself with his response and immediately follows it up. “I-I mean, it doesn’t really matter. As long as they love and accept me, I guess.” He saves it the best he can. The interviewer stares him down.

“Awe, how sweet. Well before you go Namjoon, we just gotta know! There have been rumors going around that you secretly have a girlfriend! Is it true? Should we be expecting an announcement soon?” As she speaks, pictures flash across the screen of Namjoon caught in the street taking pictures with a fan. Namjoon feels frustration bubble up, not only at the accusation but at the lack of privacy and how the tabloids must have been following him around taking pictures.

“Wow. Really? Shameless.” He loses his patience. “I don’t appreciate being followed and stalked everywhere I go, you know. She is a fan and we took a picture. Sorry I couldn't satisfy your gossip.” He can’t stop himself. “Do you guys really get paid for this? Pushing this scummy, heteronormative agenda on celebrities hoping for a sliver of drama just so you can get a few clicks in by exaggerating and lying? We are people too, just like you. Normal people. So no, you don't get to make assumptions about me or pry into my life.”

“Heteronormative? Are you saying you are something other than straight? Is this official?” The woman interjects. Namjoon is fuming.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Namjoon gets up and storms away from the lit up booth and over to his staff, who briskly apologize to the interviewer and team and take him back to the studio.

Namjoon knows he went too far. Luckily his agent made sure that the interview would be scrapped and not published, but that is now an entire news group that BigHit won’t ever get an interview with again. Honestly they didn’t need the extra publicity, since at this point any company would be more than ecstatic to host an interview from BTS, but this was supposed to be a series of solo interviews from each of the artists, which would have no doubt been popular. Still, he didn't feel bad. Too many times have people asked BTS questions about their private lives and tried exposing them with false accusations and start scandals, none of which ever stick due to ARMY being so protective of them, but it took a toll on their mental health sometimes. Namjoon sinks into the back seat of the car as he looks out the window, listening to the patter of rain on the roof and watching the street lights reflect off the dripping window.

My ideal woman, huh?

He reflects. Everywhere he goes where people ask him these questions, they always say “ideal girl” or “woman,” always assuming he is straight. I mean, he IS straight, but it bothers him nonetheless. It’s not like anyone bothers to ask, they always just assume. He knows that people just want to hear him talk about specific traits and types to fulfill people’s fantasies. It seems people also assume that all ARMYs are straight fangirls. It’s 2023, how are people still pushing heteronormative standards? He takes out his phone to see new messages in the BTS group chat.

WWH: How’d the interview go?

Namjoon sighed and typed out his response.

Me: Horribly. Pretty sure I ruined it for all of us, sorry guys. JK: How so? Me: I lost it and kind of snapped V: Dang, sounds like they deserved it then. No worries man, probably for the best Me: Stupid private questions. I got too pissed though, it is my fault, but still Y/N: Ew, don’t they have anything better to do? Jimin: Fr. Don’t feel bad, I would have been short tempered too J-hope: Does this mean we have a free weeknd? WWH: Nice spelling J-hope: thx dad JK: Hell yeah, let's do a movie night! (read by SUGA, WWH, J-hope, and 4 others)

Namjoon puts his phone away and looks out the window again.

“Are you saying you are something other than straight? Is this official?”

The woman’s words echo in his head longer than he would have liked. Namjoon has always liked women, that he is certain of. Ever since he was little he had crushes on disney princesses and actresses all the time. He had his fair share in heartbreaks and girlfriends in school too. Ever since becoming an idol, however, everything relating to romance seems to have left his life and been put in the back of his mind. He knows it's because they are idols that they aren't allowed to publicly date. That isn’t to say however that he didn't fantasize about having a partner or being in a romantic relationship. Despite BTS being his family and never truly being alone, he couldn’t help feeling lonely in some ways. These days, Namjoon finds himself stuck in his room working even in his free time. Maybe this weekend becoming suddenly free would be a blessing after all.

Namjoon walks into what he and BTS know as the “safehouse,” which is a large home away from the city where all 8 members have access at all times and their own separate rooms. They usually go to the safehouse when they want to meet up, have events and parties or just whenever they want to get out to somewhere private from their own separate homes. The other members are already gathered around in the dining room as he comes through the door.

“Hey, there he is! Welcome to the finest restaurant in all of Korea.” Hoseok yells over from the table where they are all feasting on what looks like bbq.

“Join us, I slaved away at making this for all of you, congratulate me.” Jin’s bubbly voice calls.

“As if. All you did was order the food hyung, don’t act like you prepared it!” Jimin teases Jin and reaches over to put some beef over the bbq and then dips it in some sauce.

“Ah, perfect. I’m starving.” Namjoon puts away his things and sits down in the empty chair next to Y/N. They all get into food and conversation, laughing and smiling and having a great time.

“I’m curious, what did she ask you that sent you over the edge?” Jungkook quired, sitting back as Taehyung brought over some beers.

“The interviewer started asking about my ideal type of woman, a question which I can usually dodge, but she was persistent. Then they pulled up pictures of me back when I was visiting Switzerland where I met a fan and they tried to frame it like a secret girlfriend situation.”

“They followed you to Switzerland?” Y/N looked up, a disgusted look on his face.

“Guess so. Anyways after that she-” Namjoon cuts himself off.

“Are you saying you are something other than straight? Is this official?” Her words came bubbling up again, making him feel nauseous.

“She what?” Taehyung presses. Namjoon shakes his head.

“Nothing. I just got pissed, snapped at her and left after that.” He avoids eye contact with any of them, hoping someone will change the subject.

“I think you were in the right. I would have been so snarky.” Yoongi speaks up from the corner seat.

“Yeah, don’t think about it too much man. There will always be more interviews, with better and more respectful people.” Jungkook says, trying to make him feel better.

The conversation shifts from there and as the night goes on, the boys get more and more inebriated. Jin is practically howling from laughter at Hoseok, who is falling over in his chair with his face bright red. Jimin is half asleep, Jungkook is not far behind him, and Taehyung is talking about some nonsense with Yoongi. Y/N and Namjoon seem to be the better off in the bunch, simply making stupid jokes and laughing at the other members. Namjoon speaks up.

“I’m drunk, gonna turn in for the night. As should all of you.”

“I think Jimin is already there.” Jin laughs and points at Jimin, who is face flat on the table.

“I’ll take him to his room.” Jungkook sighs and lifts Jimin up and carries him away. The other members eventually all go to their respective rooms also. Namjoon makes his way to his room.

Namjoon closes his door and goes to get ready for bed. His tipsiness makes him stumble sometimes, but he manages to get changed and brush his teeth. After getting ready, he practically falls into his bed and crawls underneath the light brown and white covers. He drifts into thought.

Ideal woman…

Namjoon starts thinking about what he finds attractive. He imagines lean, fit bodies and smooth skin. Silky hair and slightly parted lips. Sparkling eyes and light voices that entice him. He imagines a pair of hands caressing his face, feels the hands move down his neck and to his chest, constantly moving. The hands then become arms attached to a lean and skinny body, a dancer’s body. He feels the body with his own hands, moving to the sides of the person and down to their hips. The person materializes even more, revealing defined abs that lead to a man’s chest and strong thighs that straddle Namjoon’s middle, masculine shoulders that carry beauty and grace. The person is a beautifully built man. The face is blurred, but he can make out plump lips that shine, half parted in a silent breath. The figure leans down into Namjoon, hands on his chest and head as it gets closer to his face. Namjoon is lost in a trance by this beautiful person, and leans in to meet his lips with theirs, when he is met with air. He opens his eyes to his empty room and him in bed.

What a strange dream.

He winces as he adjusts under the covers and discovers that he is partially hard.

Great, just what I need.

He doesn’t have the energy to fix it right now, so he just takes a deep breath and ignores it. Eventually, Namjoon drifts off to sleep.

The next day arrives quickly, and the members are all hung over in the house waking each other up and groaning in the living room.

“What’s everyone’s plans today?” Jimin pipes up, cheerfully, as if he didn't get absolutely wasted the night before. J-hope looks up at him from his fetal position.

“How are you a real person?”

“Yoongi-ssi and I were going fishing if anyone wants to join us.” Jin puts the offer out there, to which nobody volunteers.

“I thought you hate fishing?” Y/N asks Yoongi.

“I do, but it makes Jin hyung happy. And it's more fun with friends.” Yoongi half spoke, half groaned his response.

“Awe, he does have a heart!” Jimin teased. Yoongi curled deeper into his blanket in response.

“I want to go hiking today, anyone want to come with? We can get ramyeon after and karaoke!” Jungkook suggests.

“Oh, that sounds fun! I'll come.” Hoseok blinks the sleepy away from his eyes and nods.

“Jimin and I will come too.” Taehyung holds up his arm.

“Do I get any say in this?” Jimin smacks Taehyung’s shoulder.

Guess that leaves Namjoon and Y/N. Namjoon turns to him.

“Would you be interested in going to the National Folk Museum of Art in Seoul? I haven’t been there in a while.” Namjoon and Y/N both share a passion for minimalistic art and artists as well as art history. Y/N looked up at him and smiled through groggy eyes.

“Sure, that sounds fun!”

Cute.

“Sounds like we all got plans then! Get up and get going boys, or these hangovers are gonna take your Friday away.” Jin initiates the march to get ready for the day and get going. As everyone gets up and gets ready to leave, Namjoon also stands up. Y/N stays on the couch for a second before groaning and putting his arms out.

“Help me up hyung, i'm dying.” Namjoon smiles and exaggeratedly pulls Y/N up from the couch.

“I take it I will be driving us?” Y/N teases.

“It’s safer for us and the universe that I don’t.” Namjoon laughs and lets Y/N go upstairs. He trips over the first step, making Namjoon smile.

Was he always this adorable?

Some time goes by and Namjoon gets a text.

Y/N: I’ll be ready in 15, meet me in my car? Me: SOunds good Y/N: Lol typo

He puts his phone away and gets ready. After 15 minutes of looking for a good art museum outfit (he decides on jeans and a hoodie because he couldn't decide) Namjoon heads downstairs and to the parking lot to meet Y/N. He sees the light mint green beetle with its engine on and in the driver’s seat is Y/N, in what looks to be a brown sweater and a green beret with thin circle glasses. He opens the passenger door and buckles his seatbelt.

“You look nice! Perfect for the museum.” Namjoon compliments his outfit.

“Ah, a classic Namjoon look.” Y/N laughs, pointing out Namjoon’s plain outfit.

“Yeah well, I'm okay with being inconspicuous.”

“You will be my staff as I get all the attention!!” Y/N smiles and gives Namjoon’s shoulder a light punch. Namjoon looks around the inside of Y/N’s car, taking it all in. The interior is light brown and clean, Y/N likes to keep his things tidy. On the windshield mirror is hanging a car freshener that looks like a daisy. Y/N turns on his bluetooth and connects his phone to the radio.

“Any music suggestions?” He asks Namjoon.

“I want to listen to what you want. What are you listening to these days?” Namjoon inquires. It has been a while since he hung out with any of the members one on one. Y/N nods and scrolls through his phone as if it was a super important decision.

“I need to find songs that you wont judge me for.” Y/N laughs, half joking.

“You know I listen to a bit of everything, not much can surprise me.” Namjoon reassures him. Y/N smiles and a song begins to play. Namjoon recognizes it as Troye Sivan’s “Lucky Strike.” Y/N bops his head along to the music and looks at Namjoon for approval.

“I know Troye Sivan. He has a great voice.”

“God, what I would GIVE to do a collab with him!” Y/N reels, then puts the car in reverse and they set off. The car ride is pleasant and calming as they take turns recommending songs and vibing to them, moments of silent listening as well as gushing about artists they like.

“I wish we could be more open in our music. Like Troye Sivan or Frank Ocean.” Y/N expresses. “I mean, I know we technically can, and there is nothing wrong with expressing your true self through music, but I feel like we have to be so on edge because of how many people listen to our music.” Namjoon understands what he means.

“I get it. We have to tiptoe around certain topics because of how international our reach is.” Y/N nods solemnly to Namjoon's response.

“Yeah. I just wish I could write about what I want without worrying about scandals. We write about girls all the time, I'd love to write a boy love song.” Y/N is focused on the road. Namjoon turns to look at him when he says that, but doesn't say anything. They bop their heads to music the whole way, Y/N making silly gestures and expressions to the music as he drives. A slight burning feeling arises in Namjoon's chest, and upon realizing he is staring quickly glances away and swallows.

Must still be hungover.

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Aaaaaa what did you guys think?!?! I have SO much more written that I'm excited to share with you about this story. If you enjoyed and want to see more chapters please show this some love and tell me what you think below!!!

Stay tuned, Jae loves you <3

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trumpkinhotboy · 4 months

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'Coming out'

Pairing: Isaac x aroace!fem!reader, reader x the gang

Type: Request (thank you so much!!)

Warnings: none?

Word count: 2k

Requests: Open for twilight wolfpack, heartstopper and narnia

A/n: loved loved loved writing this little thing <3 it’s a good reminder to be kind and respect people’s journey xxx

Summary: The reader meets Isaac and finds in him an amazing friend. They will accompany each other through their self-discovery journeys. Although Isaac might need some help explaining it all to the rest of his friends…

You first met Isaac at one of your favorite corner bookshops. It was an old vintagey building loaded with books. It was a labyrinth of nooks and crannies filled with beautiful stories and cozy reading spots scattered around the shop. You were both so caught up in the book you were reading you failed to notice the other walking straight in your direction.

As you'd imagine, you kinda knocked each other out and almost destroyed the precious piles of books stacked in a nearby corner. You looked up to the soft traits of the person before you and felt something click. When we talk about love at first sight, we usually refer to romantic love, but people often forget about platonic love. Or as you liked to call it, the discovery of a soulfriend. The rest became history.

You realized Isaac went to Truham, not so far from your school, Higgs. Instantly, your love for books brought you together, as well as all the other things you had in common, such as your sarcastic humor, your unending curiosity for learning new things, and your journeys of self-discovery. You were proudly a part of the LGBTQ+ community after you figured out you didn't feel attraction the same way other people did. You will always remember the first time you stumbled across the words "aromantic" and "asexual". It felt incredible to find yourself in those descriptions. It felt like finally coming home.

Isaac asked you many questions and always showed a lot of interest in it. You had a feeling these queries had a deeper purpose than only getting to know you better. It turns out you were right when one day, as you were out to get some ice cream, he expressed his struggle with his sexual identity. He blurted it out and didn't add a thing, so you only said: "Cool, if you ever want to talk about it more, you know I'm here," and hugged him.

It wasn't until later that night that he told you everything about how conflicted he felt sometimes with his friends. Seeing them all so in love, and how in every book he ever read, that same love was everywhere. You talked until early morning, and it is still, to this day, one of your favorite moments you spent with Isaac.

You realized you were in the same class as three of his friends, Tara, Darcy, and Elle. You already were quite friends with Darcy, but through her, you got to know the rest of the girls better. That's how you started hanging with the rest of the gang. It was easy to understand why Isaac spoke so much about them and so highly. They were an amazing bunch, and each moment you spent with them made you even more aware of it. Still, that's also how you understood why Isaac sometimes felt irritated and confused about his sexual identity. They were all coupled up, and they all made adorable pairs. You were also painfully made aware of that fact when they started making jokes about Isaac and you being a couple.

They never said anything to your face, but you sometimes heard it before you joined them or simply because Isaac told you about it. At first, it felt funny since you and Isaac knew the truth behind those allegations. You were confident with your sexual identity, and you didn't feel the urge to correct them every time. Mainly since you knew it would maybe create some questions for Isaac. So you kept your mouth shut and respected when he asked you not to say anything.

As time went on, you noticed the change in Isaac's attitude toward them. You were walking home together from a movie night with the gang. Not so subtly, they encouraged Isaac and you to sit by each other and kept giving you 'privacy'. You ended up leaving early because he was mad and irritated, even if his friends didn't quite catch that and only thought their antics had created something between the two of you.

"Listen, I know you don't want to tell them anything, but…" "I told you it's fine." "Yeah, but the thing is that it isn't. Isaac, you're starting to get irritated and annoyed around your friends for any little thing. I know it can be daunting, but I think they would be super comprehensive and supportive if you told them you were still figuring yourself out. They're not acting like that to hurt you. They just don't know anything about it, and you haven't given them the chance to react or educate themselves."

You walked silently for a while. You could see through his demeanor that he was slowly processing everything you said. You stopped in front of your house and looked at him. "Listen, I'm sorry if what I said hurt you I-" "No, you're right. I think it's time I told them. I've just been so scared. I don't know how to do this." You felt your heart well up with compassion for what your friend was going through. After all, it wasn't that long ago you were entrapped with the same insecurities. "You don't have to do this alone. I can help you if you want, and you know I'll always be there to support you."

A few days later, Isaac suggested you all have another movie night. You spent the previous day talking and deciding on a very tight schedule and plan for him to do his coming out. Everything would have to be perfect.

Everybody showed up, and the night went as planned. Except when the time came for Isaac to tell them, he flaked and proposed a game of truth or dare. You stared at him curiously, knowing he absolutely hated that game, but his panicky stare was enough to tell you, 'Go with it. I'm not ready yet.' So you put a bright smile on your face and showed the best enthusiasm you could muster.

The game was going smoothly. The dares and questions were actually fun. It was nice to get to know everyone better through this game. That is until the dares and questions seemed to be heading in a certain direction. It started with Tara asking you if you were into someone. Then, with Charlie daring you to kiss someone on the cheek. Not thinking about it, you kissed Isaac familiarly. You knew it was the wrong thing to do as soon as they all cooed and started to exchange knowing looks. You could feel Isaac tense up, so you quickly moved on to the next person. That's when the damned bottle landed on him.

"Uh, truth, I guess." Second mistake. Darcy jumped on the occasion without wasting a second. "Do you like someone in this room?" He stared at her. Without saying a word, he debated whether this was the time. "You have to answer! It's the rules." she giggled, painfully unaware of how much discomfort she was putting her friend in. Isaac's continued silence started to unnerve the rest of the gang. Finally, they were catching up to the underlying tension in the room. Darcy wanted to add something when Tara quickly shut her up with a killing look.

"Maybe we can choose another question? Or switch to a dare?" you started, trying anything to diffuse the pressure. Despite Darcy's protests, the rest of the group agreed with quick nods when suddenly Isaac exploded. "No! I'm tired of this." "It's okay. We can change the game if you're over it," suggested Elle, her gaze darting nervously to her boyfriend. "No! That's not it, it's not the game. I'm tired of lying." "I knew it! Y/n and you already are a couple," exclaimed Darcy.

You honestly loved the girl, but she could be so oblivious sometimes. Luckily, with the look Isaac leveled at her, she seemed to understand she couldn't be more wrong.

"Y/n and I are not a couple. We couldn't be anything farther from that. She doesn't view people like that." Six pairs of eyes turned in your direction. You gave them an uncomfortable smile with your thumbs up, unsure how to react to what was happening. "And- and I don't know if I do either. First, you guys kept pushing for me to be with James. Then, when I exploded about that, you stopped. Only to start doing it again when I introduced you to Y/n. I'm so tired of you thinking that when I talk to someone, it must mean I'm interested in them romantically. Aren't I allowed to have other friends? Aren't I allowed to not like people romantically?" He took a steadying breath and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, he seemed more grounded. His friends kept staring in silence, knowing this was important. "I'm not sure what my sexuality is, but I would like to have the space to explore it without always feeling pressured to be in love. But that's hard to do when all you're talking about is matching me with someone. These thoughts have been even more confusing lately, especially with what happened with James." He paused and looked at you, this time with a warmth in his gaze. "Then I met Y/n, and it felt so amazing to be able to talk with someone about being aromantic and asexual. I never met anyone like her, and it felt so good to be given the space to question myself freely." His eyes went back to each of his friends' faces. "To get all worked up and annoyed without even telling you what I was feeling wasn't fair to you guys, but I'm trying to figure myself out. I know I'm not attracted to people the way you all are, and it just really sucks that you've been all pestering me about it. Fine. You couldn't know, but we act like we are all so open-minded and considerate of LGBTQ+ folks, but haven't we learned anything? We should not make guesses about people's sexual identities. We should leave them alone to figure it out. All I need from you guys is support in that."

His cheeks and ears had turned red from his passionate monologue, and it was when he finished that he took a final breath, finally letting go of everything bottled up inside his mind for so long. Everyone sat there, shocked. Tao, Elle, and Darcy with their mouths slightly opened. Not because of what Isaac had told them but because of how he did. He usually was passive and avoided any form of confrontation. They all realized guiltily it must have been heavy on him to create this outburst. The silence stretched for a few seconds as if time had stopped. You gave your friend a proud smile before you concluded with a: "Yeah, basically what he said."

The sound of your voice seemed to awaken them from their trance. "So Y/n," picked up Nick, "you're aromantic and asexual?" You nodded with a smile, "You can also say aroace. Sounds cooler, in my opinion." You winked at him, happy to see the relief etched on his freckled face as he realized you weren't mad in any way at them.

"Isaac, I'm so sorry. I have been downright horrible to you. I assure you it was never in any way meant to hurt you. I should have been better. I will be better," spoke up Darcy. For once, the mischievous light in her eyes disappeared, replaced with seriousness. "I know what it feels like to be confused and feel pressured. I'm so sorry I didn't realize that's what I've been doing to you." She reached for his hand, which he gladly took, a smile slowly growing on his lips.

"I know you didn't mean it Dar, but I appreciate your apologies. As I said, I also wasn't the best communicator. I could have told you guys earlier and avoided all of this."

"Hey, you should never have to say anything if you're not ready to. We understand that, and we will all do better," added Nick with a quick look around the gang. Everybody nodded and smiled reassuringly at Isaac.

"And thank you, Y/n, for supporting Isaac and being there while we were being complete duds." Charlie stretched his hand to you, a timid invitation to be an official part of the group. "You're awesome. We're glad Isaac met you and introduced you to us."

You felt emotion flare inside your chest as Isaac wrapped his free arm around your shoulders. "You guys can be pestering and oblivious little pricks, but I love you all to death." Everyone linked up like a little human chain, either holding hands, touching, or wrapping one another in a hug.

Tao grabbed a handful of candy and passed it around so everyone had a piece. "Well, I suggest we end this with a toast. To Isaac, to Y/n, to self-discovery, and to holding each other accountable!"

You all repeated his toast with bright smiles and cheered before gobbling down your candies in a comical promise to do better for each other.

#ilya writes #heartstopper #heartstopper fic #isaac heartstopper #isaac heartstopper x reader #nick and charlie #alice oseman #nick nelson #charlie spring #darcy olsson #tara #tao #elle heartstopper #fem!reader #lgbtq+

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Good Intentions

Pairing: Dominick Mysterio x Rhea Ripley x Reader Prompt: "You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are." Warnings: smut, threesome (ffm), oral (f receiving)

You had come to Dominck with every intention of convincing him to quit Judgement Day. This wasn't him, he was likely to push Rey to the point of completely losing him. Dominick was going to end up ruining his own life, but he didn't seem to give a damn. You couldn't sit by and watch this man that you loved throw everything away for a little power and a woman in leather. Rhea didn't love Dominick, she was using him. The Judgement Day liked tormenting people, and Rey Mysterio just happened to be their latest target. Nobody else had been able to get through to him, so you decided that you would give it a go yourself.

Finding Dominick on his own would have been a miracle. It wasn't surprising that Rhea was with Dominck when you went to find him. What had been surprising was the fact that both of them seemed to have been expecting you. There was something about the way that they both looked at you whenever you had gone to talk to them that made you feel both uncomfortable and excited. Your discomfort, you later realized, hadn't been because you felt unsafe. It wasn't until you were by yourself in your hotel room later pushing your hand beneath the elastic band of your underwear what you had been feeling back there. Dominick and Rhea looking at you like that had turned you on.

It was supposed to be a secret, but ultimately they had figured you out. Rhea had teased you about it, but Dominick had been the one to make the offer. He had let you know that one of his biggest regrets was not bringing you with him on his journey of self discovery. You thought of it more like manipulation and brainwashing, so you wouldn't have joined in willingly anyways. Still, there was a part of you that could see the guy you had fallen for inside of this new version of Dominick. Your self restraint won out that time, but you felt the two of them with a warning from Rhea that Dominick always got what he wanted from her.

"You didn't hold out nearly as long as you thought you would, did you?" Rhea teased as she pulled your face further into her cunt. Behind you, Dominick was thrusting himself in and out of you. Three and a half weeks. It had taken you three and a half weeks from Dominick's offer for you to give him what he wanted. Your stipulation had been that Rhea wasn't there, but whatever was going on between them went deeper than you had known. Rhea had been adamant that she was there or you got absolutely nothing. "Don't get sloppy on me. You don't want me to punish you."

"You'd better do what she says Y/n," Dominick warned you. He slowed in his thrusts for a moment, just enough to let you gather your bearings. It wasn't much, but you were able to give Rhea what she wanted. Dominick had already made her cum once, and the two of them had made you sit and watch them fuck. Rhea had been taunting you the entire time, making sure that you knew that you were never going to be what Dominick truly wanted. You were a side piece, a toy for the two of them to pass back and forth as they pleased. Perhaps they'd even pass you around to their other two Judgement Day members or invite them in as an audience.

"I've made you my bitch," Rhea said as she pushed your head away. She was dripping down your face and had coated your lips with a shiny layer of wetness. You caught your own reflection when Rhea moved away from you. Your hair was a mess from where she'd been tugging at it, there were imprints from her fingers on your jawline, and there was no telling what kind of hickeys and scratches were all around your shoulders. Dominick smirked at Rhea as he grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back. He spread your legs a little wider and pushed you further into the mattress. The force of his thrusts was unlike anything that you knew he was capable of. You weren't someone who enjoyed pain very much, but this was pleasurable in a way that you just hadn't expected. "You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are."

"Fuck!" you swore loudly. "I c-can't help it."

"Maybe I should gag you. Better yet, we let everyone in here and have a little show and tell. We show the roster what you'll do for us, and you get to tell them if they want a turn they have to join us." Rhea laughed menacingly as she leaned forward and grabbed your hair. You were about to cry out again, but she pulled you in for a bruising kiss that muffled it. You came kissing Rhea while Dom continued to thrust into you, not stopping until he was about to cum himself. You were quickly turned onto your back as Rhea stroked him until he had cum all over your chest. It was something that you wanted to be mad about, but your body was too exhausted to fight with them about it. "You look so nice, I think I'll take a picture."

"Rhea, come on, let's go," Dominick said, a slightly annoyed tone to his voice. You had noticed him flinching when she teased you earlier, leading you to wonder whether or not Dominick was as far gone as he claimed to be. "We're done here."

#wwe x reader #wwe #wwe imagines #wwe imagine #rhea ripley #dominick mysterio #dominick mysterio x rhea ripley x reader

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𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 | 𝚎. 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 | 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

Pairing: Embry Call x Original Character Summary: Join Ainsley and Embry as they embark on a journey where they are forced to question everything they thought they knew, and embrace the pain that is inevitable to avoid in love. An imprint story. Self-discovery. Angst and romance. Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: none, just breakfast at sam and emily's and some mixed emotions! A/N: Hello beautiful humans! I'm sorry it took me so long to update, but here it is! Also, you can expect a masterlist to be released shortly :) prev. chapter | next chapter

The next few days stretched on; each morning I awoke with a certain kind of energy that fuelled my days, a new message left for me to read like clockwork. Simple wishes that I had slept well, wishing me a good morning, offering me kind words of encouragement — so much different from what I had originally expected from a man with Embry’s stature. My heart would flutter erratically in my chest, warmth would race through my veins, the idea that I was possibly the only one that had the pleasure of receiving such a soft side from him. Undoubtedly, Embry was always this compassionate and kind; but I allowed myself some selfishness in thinking I was the only one he was bothered to do this for. I pushed through my long days, sending him messages periodically, trying to restrain myself from messaging him in a timely manner or often, not wanting to seem too eager.

It’s crazy that you’re acting like this, I thought to myself. I didn’t really know anything about Embry. He was someone my brother’s and cousin hung out with; that was nearly a decade ago. I haven’t been back to the reservation since I was twelve — that was eight summers ago. After that, TJ took a job up in British Columbia and the family moved out of the United States entirely. The only information I really had about Embry was that he was good friends with Jacob, he liked motorcycles, he liked to drive, he never got cold, and he liked soccer.

My eyes darted towards the phone rested beside Iyah’s head, running my tongue slowly over my top lip before I leaned forward and pressed the home button, illuminating the screen.

One new message.

I pulled myself back, bringing the phone with me.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠. 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎.

I laughed, chewing my bottom lip as I replied.

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔?

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸’𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝? 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐.

I giggled lightly to myself, kicking my feet up onto my desk.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝?

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚝?

𝚈𝚎𝚜?

… 𝚔? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚒 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙻𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚝.

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢..

𝙺… 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛?

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚝.

𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚝𝚘, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝, 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.

𝙺.

Embry’s persistence was annoying, but admirable. I tossed my phone back onto the bed, spinning in my chair to face my computer again. I already drilled through almost an entire two weeks worth of homework after my lecture at the college earlier today, and had a leg up on my case study that wasn’t due until the end of the month. School had always been my passion, but I opted to stay home instead of move away; as much as I enjoyed Port Angeles, an hour was simply too far away to be from Jennie. I went for part time courses so that I could find work to save and pay my tuition off.

After another hour of staring at the screen of my computer, I groaned and rubbed my eyes. Hunger slowly began to seep into my abdomen, prompting me to push away from my desk and wander into the kitchen. I rummaged through the cupboards and fridge — it appeared as though another grocery shop would have to be made. Cereal for lunch didn’t sound particularly satisfying, but then again, neither did going hungry. Just as I was pulling a bowl down from the cabinet, the doorbell rang.

I pulled my brows together, looking towards the stairs that led to the living room. My mother hadn’t mentioned anything about anyone dropping by, and to my knowledge no one else was home aside from me. Most days I spent the bulk of my time alone; Travis had classes from eleven till six, Trent worked nine to five, Jennie alternated between night shifts where she would sleep most of the day, or day shifts where she wouldn’t come home until the family was cleared from the dinner table. TJ seemed to never be home during the week, but made an effort to take weekends off to get things done around the house.

The doorbell rang again, bringing me out of my trance. I descended the stairs, pulling my sleeves down on my sweater as I flipped the lock on the door and pulled it open: Embry stood on the other side, holding a grocery bag full of tupperware containers.

“What?”

“Lunch.” He smiled, holding out the bag.

I folded my arms, mirroring his smile for half a second before I quickly recovered and frowned. “I told you I was studying.”

Embry nudged past me, kicking his boots off at the door. “And I told you I was hungry.”

“Pretty sure I told you to eat.” I replied, shutting the door behind him to keep the cold outside.

For the first time, Embry rolled his eyes and craned his neck to look at me. “So, you’re not hungry?” He asked skeptically, brown orbs darting down to my stomach, the corners of his mouth threatening to upturn as a growl erupted through the quiet air. “That’s what I thought.”

I watched as he took the stairs two at a time, disappearing into the soft light of the kitchen. I stood at the door for a moment, breathing out a sigh before I slowly followed after him. He was pulling the containers from the bag, opening the lids as he went.

“Emily sent me home with some leftovers from last night’s dinner,” he started, popping a few into the microwave, “she makes the best gravy, completely homemade. To die for.”

“Do you always bombard girls with food unannounced?”

“No, but it was time.”

I plopped into my respective seat at the table, pulling my brows together in confusion. “For what?”

Embry stopped, turning to glance at me with a look that mirrored my confusion. “Lunch.” He said simply, turning his head around the kitchen again, examining the cabinets.

“What are you doing now?”

“Plates?” He asked, arms reaching up to pull open cupboards one by one, humming in satisfaction when he found what he was searching for. He divided the food onto two separate plates, pouring the steaming gravy over each plate to douse the food in the brown substance before he lodged forks into their mashed potatoes and carried over our plates with a triumphant grin.

“Holy crap,” I huffed, looking down at the portion sizes. Mine was considerably large, but I wouldn’t complain. Embry’s, however? His potatoes covered nearly half the plate in heaping mountains, two full chicken breasts covering the other half. “That’s a lot.” I swallowed, watching him shovel a forkful into his mouth.

He skewered his face and shook his head, “I’ll probably eat again in two hours.” He stated simply, watching me cut into the meat.

I tried to keep disgust off my face. I had never been able to eat as much as my brothers could, Lord knows I tried. I’d insist I could handle seconds, would inhale my food just as quickly as they would and then (one too many times) end up with my head in the toilet, sick because I had obviously pushed myself too far. After about twenty minutes of nothing but the sound of our chewing, I scraped the last of my potatoes into my mouth and hummed in satisfaction.

“Pretty damn good for leftovers.” I stated, leaning back to rest my hand on my stomach.

Embry nodded. “Also why we spend all of our time at Sam’s. I’ve been eatin’ pretty good since I was fifteen.”

I let my eyes trail over his muscles; he wasn’t built stocky and large like Jacob or Paul, but Embry’s frame still held strength and power, and I found myself biting back a comment regarding his physique. I didn’t doubt that for a moment, but instead offered him a wide smile.

“Thank you for lunch.” I stood, bringing my plate with me as I touched my fingers to his shoulders as I passed, setting the plate in the sink. When I turned, he was moving to follow suit, and I wagged my finger. “Nu uh, you brought the food. I’ll clean. Sit down.”

Embry rested his elbows against the oak table, pondering on a thought as I poured soap over the sponge, running the warm water over the plates to remove any visible traces of food residue. “How’s the studying going?”

“Good. I’m ahead by a few weeks.”

Embry’s eyebrows shot up. “Weeks?”

I smiled sheepishly, looking at him over my shoulder. “Yeah, I’ve had a lot of spare time.”

He considered this for a moment, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “Guess I’ll have to fix that then.” Embry teased, his smile breaking a little wider when I didn’t argue or protest. “I have tomorrow night off.”

“Breakfast Sunday, then?” I asked, vigorously scrubbing the plate in my hand.

“If you’re still interested.” He said quickly. “No pressure.”

I laughed once, shaking my head. “Emily invited me. I’m gonna go to breakfast.”

“Would you go if I wasn’t?” His voice was behind me suddenly, causing the plate to slip from my fingers into the water. I gripped the counter tightly, hanging my head as I breathed out slowly. One of these days, someone was going to scare me and I was going to lose it.

I considered his words heavily for a moment; I wouldn’t have received the invitation without Embry in the first place, but I had also taken into consideration that much of that group was my family. Jacob, Jared, Collin – they all tied to me directly. Still, I let a sigh slip through my lips and found myself shaking my head.

“No, probably not.”

Embry folded his arms across his chest, coy smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched me turn around and lean against the counter. “So, I'll come get you Sunday morning, then.”

I snorted, mimicking his stance, folding my own arms. “‘Coming to get me’ seems to mean you show up and drive my car.”

He squinted his eyes and leaned forward, close enough that his breath tickled my skin. “Then I’ll pick you up. In my car. Or we can walk — Sam’s isn’t too far if you cut through the forest.”

“Through the forest?” When he nodded confidently, I dropped my arms and brushed past him towards the stairs. “You really are insane, you know that?”

“What’s wrong with the forest?”

I looked up at him from the bottom of the stairs, hand on the banister. “It’s creepy. Looks pretty, but I wouldn’t put it past us to get lost —”

“Us? No,” he thumped down the stairs, hands pushing my hips, forcing me into the living room and away from the door, “I don’t get lost.”

I raised a single brow. “Wow, look at you. The whole package — doesn’t get cold, doesn’t get sick, doesn’t get lost. Is there anything else I should know?”

Embry licked his lips, fingers gripping onto my waist gently. His eyes bore deeply into mine, the tension in the air so thick I could have cut it with a knife. Finally, he conceded. “Not much.”

About an hour later, we settled onto opposite ends of the couch, the television playing a rerun of FRIENDS quietly, the pair of us too lazy to move or say anything more. I hated to admit it, but I didn’t completely mind his company. In fact, I felt a lot more at ease with him around.

When the front door opened, it revealed my brother (who remained frozen in the doorway, eyes darting between the two of us on the couch), Jacob and a small woman with hair as wild as her eyes. I sat up, pulling my feet off Embry’s lap as Jacob waved from behind Trent.

“Hey, guys — uh, you’re home early.” I said, looking over to Embry.

Embry seemed unbothered. He looked towards the girl hanging onto Jacob’s arm, and smiled, “Hey, Nessie.”

“Looking good, Emb.” She replied coolly, her voice carrying over the television with ease.

What’s he doing here? Trent mouthed, jutting his chin towards the back of Embry’s head. I shrugged, folding my legs under my body. “This is Ness — Ness, this is my sister, Ainsley.”

I leaned forward with an outstretched hand. “Hi, Ness?”

“Renesmee.” She smiled, her grip tightening for the briefest moment before she returned to her place next to Jacob.

Embry sat up, scooting over on the couch to make room. “He finally let you come back down here, huh?” He asked Renesmee with a knowing smile, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

Renesmee rolled her eyes, following Jacob onto the couch, leaving Trent standing by the door, his eyes still closely watching Embry and I, jaw working under the skin. I shot him a look, to which he sighed.

“He still thinks you’re a bad influence, but mom totally took my side.”

Jacob turned to me behind Embry’s back. “Emb and Quil took Nessie cliff diving for the first time three weeks ago — Edward was totally pissed.”

“Cliff diving?” I asked, looking at Trent. He shrugged, kicking his boots off at the door and joining us in the living room. “Why do I feel like Edward has a right to be super concerned?”

Embry turned to look down at me, the right side of his mouth pulling up. “It’s safe. I’ll take you.”

Jacob snorted. “Good luck. Ainsley’s a chickenshit.”

I whined in protest, “I am not!”

“She is,” Trent nodded, “it’s also cold as balls outside and she’s the only person I know that could catch the fucking flu just for not wearing a hat when it’s below forty degrees.”

I glared at my brother, “That was one time.” I muttered, leaning back into the cushions on the couch. “And it was a cold, not the flu.”

“Sure sounded like you were dying.”

“I really have to wait until it’s warmer outside to take you?” Embry asked; his mouth seemed to form into a slight pout, his eyes pleading.

I pursed my lips, “Well, Jacob’s not entirely wrong. I really don’t do well with heights.”

Embry smiled again. “It’s not so bad, you’ll be fine. Just close your eyes.”

Nessie shook her head from the other side of the couch. “Don’t listen to him. That’s how he got me up on the cliff to begin with.”

Jacob shook his head, looking at Embry. “I left her with you guys for two hours.”

I spent the remainder of the evening talking with Renesmee about how she knew Jacob. I had a small inkling that the pair might have been involved, but they gave no proof or indication that they were anything other than friends. Trent invited the boys downstairs to play darts, to which Renesmee and I followed, sipping on mugs of hot chocolate. No one had realized how late the day had gotten until Travis came downstairs, tossing his jacket onto a chair. “Let’s play teams. I call Jacob.”

Trent and Embry stood together, whispering back and forth while Jacob took his shots, and every once in a while Embry would look over his shoulder to check if I was still in the room. I would smile, and he would wink. As no one had school in the morning, or work they needed to be up early for, we camped out in the basement. I taught Renesmee how to throw a dart, and it wasn’t long before she was kicking everyone’s ass single-handedly.

It wasn’t until Embry touched my waist that I realized he had slipped his jacket and boots back on, “Where are you going?'' I asked, setting my darts down on the table.

He cracked a sheepish smile, “I still work tonight, so I’ve gotta head out.”

I tried not to pout, gesturing to move up the stairs, “I’ll walk you out.”

We stopped at the front door, Embry grabbed my waist again to pull me into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his hips, resting my head against his chest with a sigh. “I’ll see you Sunday morning, ‘kay?” He asked, squeezing my shoulders tightly.

I nodded, pulling myself away from his warm embrace with heavy reluctance, ensuring the lock the door behind him. I raced to the window, waiting until his dark figure disappeared down the street before I retreated back downstairs. Suddenly, the night just felt less alive with Embry gone; my limbs felt numb and cold, heavy with every movement.

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Sunday morning came around quickly; Embry briefly mentioned over the phone he’d swing by around nine. With much effort, I pulled myself out of my bed and sat on the edge with my head in my hands. I was utterly exhausted. After tossing and turning for what appeared to be countless hours in excitement, the sun had finally risen above the trees in the distance. After what seemed like an eternity, I pushed myself from my bed and pulled my hair into a bun. I took very little time washing my face and brushing my teeth, pulling on a comfortable pair of leggings and a thick turtleneck. I plopped onto the couch with my knees pulled to my chest and waited patiently for Embry to knock on the door.

I killed about ten minutes scrolling through my syllabus, determining which projects needed the most attention and priority when Embry’s face appeared pressed against the window. I stifled a laugh, meeting him at the door with a wide smile as I shoved my feet into a pair of boots.

“Morning,” I said lightly, pressing myself into his side when he wrapped an arm around me.

“Did you sleep?” He asked, brows pulled together in concern. His fingers came up to gently brush the underside of my eyes, worry lines etching deeper into his russet skin. “You look really tired.”

I lifted my nose, scolding myself internally as the hairs on the back of my neck stood when he trailed his fingers across my skin. “That’s a polite way of saying I look like crap.” I teased, bumping into his hip with my own. “Just had a rough time falling asleep, that’s all.”

When I looked around the driveway, there was no clear indication he had brought his own vehicle. I pressed my lips into a tight line, reaching into the pocket of my jacket to pull out my keys with a heavy sigh.

“No, we don’t need those today.” He said, pushing my hand back into my pocket.

I skewered my face in confusion. “How else are we getting to Sam’s?” I asked.

Embry pointed a general hand in the direction of the earthy green sea, pulling the cap he wore backwards on his head. I deadpanned for a brief moment, eyes darting up to his smug smile for just a second before I sighed in defeat. “We’re going to get lost.” I stated, but followed him forward nonetheless.

He waved my worries away, leading me through the underbrush with confidence. I was certain he had navigated through these woods often, but was unsure on how he managed to lead us through as though we were following a path. Had I attempted this walk alone, I would have definitely given up and tried to find my way back to civilization. As much as I loved the heavy scent of the forest after rainfall, and as much as I loved the way the trees bent in the wind, I still felt as though I was being followed — the forest on the reservation was much creepier than anywhere else I hiked.

No tree seemed to be too small. The deeper we ventured, the quieter the air became. It was nice, being away from the general sound of vehicles and human life. Broken sticks littered the forest floor, the gentle snaps echoing above the sound of my breathing, the erratic thumping of my heart against my chest, the songs of the birds in the canopy just above me. I started repeating a mantra in my head, as a sort of coping mechanism I developed after my incident in the eleventh grade. I tried to rely on my own capabilities to soothe my worries and frustrations.

True to his word, a small lived-in wooden house appeared through the trees no more than fifteen minutes later.

As if he could hear my thoughts, Embry leaned down, lips grazing my ear as we neared the front steps. “Told ya.”

“Don’t.” I warned; I was trying to sound annoyed, but my smile gave me away when I met his triumphant grin, slowing my speed so he could enter through the open door first. Everyone here is crazy , I decided, noting the chilly wind that pushed stray strands out of place. Our doors were locked tight all of the time, except for when we had the occasional sunshine.

Upon entering the home, the scent hit me like a brick wall; the air was thick with cinnamon and vanilla, the sizzle of bacon could just barely be heard of the loud voices of the others in the room. Their heads turned in unison, cheery smiles breaking over their faces as they greeted Embry and I.

“See Em, she doesn’t totally hate us.” Jared teased from across the room, ripping another piece of his muffin off to toss into his mouth. “We’ll have to kick it up a notch”

“Breakfast first, please,” Emily pleaded over the loud cackles of the men, placing another plate full of heaping portions of breakfast meats in the center of the table. “I’m glad you decided to come.” She said in my general direction, wiping her hands on the messy apron around her waist. I slipped away from Embry’s side, wrapping an arm around Emily’s shoulder in a quick hug; she smelt like cinnamon and baby powder.

“Do they always eat like this?” I asked quietly, watching Embry take a seat between Seth and Paul. When he smiled, his eyes crinkled around the corners and his cheeks pushed back, making him appear far younger than he looked — I caught myself staring and returned my eyes to the table. “Or is this just for your food?”

The woman gave me a coy smile, “I’d love to say it was just my cooking, but I’m pretty sure they’d eat just about anyone out of house and home.”

“Definitely just your cooking.” Jared said, shoveling another forkful of eggs into his mouth. “Kim can’t cook like this.” Kim, who sat next to her fiance, smacked him on the side of the head and pouted.

Seth nodded. “Ma doesn’t cook like this.”

Jacob shrugged. “Dad knows better than to bother trying anymore.”

It went on like that: the men would make boisterous comments in between mouthfuls of food, professing their undying love and loyalty to Emily’s cooking. I had taken space next to Emily on a barstool just on the other side of the makeshift island in her kitchen, sipping my third cup of coffee. We watched the males eat in silence, finishing what some would call a normal portion of their own breakfast. Much of the morning consisted of me helping Emily clear the table and clean dishes (despite Emily’s protests), before I finally wandered over to where Embry sat.

I hesitated before I rested my palms against his shoulders, sighing in content as the warmth radiated up into my wrists. I could definitely get used to this , I thought to myself, offering Embry a smile when he craned his neck to look up at me.

“Are you full yet?” I teased, glancing down at what should have been his bloated abdomen.

“Just about.” He breathed, placing a hand on his stomach as he relaxed under my hands. “Did you eat?”

I nodded in reassurance, dropping my hands onto his chest as I leaned forward against the back of his chair; Kim perched happily on Jared’s lap, Emily and Sam were tucked away in their kitchen, mumbling to themselves, Quil seemed to be absent (Embry had mentioned Quil would be absent. A lot). Everyone seemed to live in their own world, yet so comfortably together.

As the morning wore on, everyone divided into their own conversations which prompted me to steal Paul’s chair when he retreated into the living room. I draped a leg over Embry’s knee, leaning over to take a bite out of the apple he was munching on.

I watched five sets of eyes dart in our direction, all equally shocked and confused. “What?” I asked quietly, looking up at Embry. His face resembled much of what theirs did: complete and utter shock. “What?” I asked again, a little more panicked.

“You took a bite of his apple.” Jared started, peeking around Kim’s small frame.

“No one ever –”

“Dude,” Jacob started, looking at me with slight disapproval, “If there’s one thing Embry doesn’t do, it's share food.”

I looked back at Embry who, much to my dismay, was nodding slowly along with what Jacob was saying. I sank down in my chair, folding my arms awkwardly over one another as I felt the heat creep into my neck. “Sorry.” I murmured, fixing my eyes on the tabletop.

After a few quiet moments, the conversations picked up again, leaving me uncharacteristically quiet next to Embry. It was one bite , I thought to myself, trying not to feel too annoyed that it had been a big deal to begin with. He eats like he’s feeding ten people, anyway.

A warm hand rested lightly over my knee, prompting me to look up sheepishly at Embry. “Don’t worry about it.” He said softly with a gentle squeeze.

“Then what was the big deal?” I asked quietly, shifting my body so I could face him a little better.

He shrugged, leaning forward on the table, “There was just an incident the one time someone tried picking food off my plate.”

“An incident?” I asked dubiously.

“Yeah, I uh,” he coughed into his fist, eyes wandering over to where Jared sat, tickling Kim’s side aimlessly. “I broke Jared’s nose.”

“You what?” I deadpanned, shaking my head in slight disapproval.

Embry dropped his eyes to the table. “My temper’s sometimes not the greatest.” He admitted quietly. “Something that hasn’t really happened since I was sixteen, but,” he sighed, “I definitely broke his nose. And I definitely felt it was completely justified.”

I looked over to Jared again, trying to distinguish where exactly the break had happened — he looked completely fine to me. “Why not just whine like a normal person and move on with it?”

Embry snorted, “I don’t complain. What’s mine is mine: you don’t touch what’s mine.” He stated simply, bringing his warm gaze to meet mine.

There it was again. A soft pull that tugged on something inside me, that made my heart thump erratically in my chest, that made my head swim with a thousand different emotions. I tried to look away, but only found myself determined to hold his gaze. “You wouldn’t hit me.”

“Absolutely not.”

“And you’re not upset with me.”

“Also no.”

“Why not?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

I watched him struggle with the question, mouth ajar as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t — or wouldn’t. I was beginning to feel like my relationship with Embry completely rested on the idea that one of them needed to be in power; the more power I had, the more information I could get from him. The more I understood. And I wanted to understand, but he seemed so closed off it was nearly impossible to really get to know him. He always had all of the power. This was his territory, and I knew that. The more I tried to fit in with his friends, the more I felt like I earned a rightful spot amongst the group, the more I realized that with or without him present, the guys had an undying loyalty to each other. I would never come first.

“Just shocked,” he said finally, shrugging as if it were no big deal, “that’s all.”

“That didn’t answer my question.” I argued, folding my arms over my chest again. Embry didn’t seem to hear me — or was choosing to not reply. I could see his jaw working under the skin, could see him making an honest effort to not engage in conversation. After five minutes of watching Jacob and Paul go at it in the dead space next to the stairs, I sighed to myself and slowly lifted my leg from Embry’s and sat upright in the chair.

“Hey, Jake?”

“Yeah?” He grunted, wiggling free from Paul’s grip.

I smiled to myself for a moment, watching Paul lunge at Jacob’s torso, pulling them both to the ground. “Trent said Renemee left some of her things in the basement, did you want to come grab them?” I asked, laughing a little when Paul sucked in a sharp breath and let out a whine.

“You’re leaving?” Embry asked quickly, turning in his chair to look at me.

I tried to nod nonchalantly. “I have laundry to do, plus I’m kinda tired.” I admitted, standing from my chair.

“I can walk you.” He offered eagerly, moving to grab his hat off the table.

“Jacob’s gotta come anyway, I’m just gonna get a ride with him.” I touched his arm to stop his movement. “If that’s alright with you, Jake?”

Jacob pushed Paul off him one last time and watched Embry carefully. After what seemed like two seconds too long, Jacob nodded once. “Sure sure.”

Embry was trying to keep the disappointment off his face, pressing his lips into a hard line as he watched me walk over to where Emily sat with Sam, bending over to give swift goodbye-hugs. Emily offered me a container to pile some leftovers into, as well as a bag to carry it all home in. She mentioned wanting to see Travis and Trent again, and reminded me to visit again soon.

I tried not to let it bother me that for the first time in a while I felt as though I belonged. But I didn’t really belong — I repeated that several times to myself. These weren’t my people. I was merely the current fixation of Embry’s interest and attention, and as soon as that ship sailed, I would be back to spending my days locked in my room or stuck following Trent around like a lost puppy. I hated how at ease I felt with this particular group of people, and how easily it would all disappear.

I tied the bag in a knot, leaning down to wrap my arms around Kim’s neck in a short hug. Embry seemed too focused on the lines dug into the table to bother looking up at me when I waved goodbye to the group. I tried not to let that bother me too much.

Once outside, I inhaled deeply and relaxed. I didn’t realize how warm it had been inside the kitchen, and considered how much warmer it could’ve been had the door not been left open.

“I can’t believe how close they are.” I mused quietly, sliding into the passenger side of Jacob’s red Rabbit.

“What, the guys?” Jake asked.

I shook my head, “No, just how close Sam and Emily live if you cut through the forest.” I sighed. “Guess that was nice while it lasted.”

Jacob pulled his brows together and cut his eyes sideways at me, “Whatcha mean?” He asked casually, fiddling around with the stereo.

“C’mon, Jake,” I turned my head to look out of the window. “How often am I really going to see you guys?”

Jacob replied instantly and with confidence. “About as often as you see Embry, I’ll bet.”

“Doubtful.”

“Why’s that?”

I exhaled sharply, “You really think whatever’s going on is gonna last?”

Jacob laughed once, “Embry’s not perfect by any means, no.” He agreed, slowing the car down to the speed limit.

“So this is nothing special.” I stated simply. “In about a week, he’ll realize I’m not that interesting and he’ll move on.”

“Ains, what did you think his plan was?” Jacob asked.

I shrugged, “I figured he saw me as a challenge. The cousin of one of his best friends, sister to some kids he used to hangout with when he was younger.”

My cousin sighed loudly. “In the last nine years, he’s only ever invited one female to the beach to play soccer with us.” Jacob said simply, looking over at me. “This wasn’t some malicious scheme to get into your pants, Ains. There’s a lot Embry doesn’t necessarily care about. And it’s definitely a long list — but we all knew he was pretty serious as soon as he asked us to get together for soccer so you could come.”

I licked my lips and watched the trees roll by through the window. I didn’t want to get my hopes up in any way, especially when I couldn’t see what it was about me that made him interested in the first place. “I just don’t get it. He makes me feel so differently from anyone I’ve ever met before, but I haven’t got the slightest clue why.”

“He’s just not great at the emotional thing.” Jacob said dismissively. “Embry hasn’t exactly had much practice with the whole girlfriend thing. Not since Jessica.”

I blinked. “Jessica?” I remembered Jessica. She was another traditionally mixed reservation kid; but growing up, Jessica always proclaimed her love for Jacob — well, to me at least. Jessica and I were, for a lack of better words, best friends up until she started to fantasize about Jacob all the time. After a while, the idea of spending time with someone who was more interested in hearing about my cousin didn’t seem as much fun.

Jacob nodded once, “Mhm. They dated when Embry was eighteen. She was his first girlfriend.”

“Really?”

“Really really. But, it didn’t end well for them. They were on their way home from a party, Jessica was driving —” realization suddenly hit me, and I felt a wave of guilt seep into my chest, “and a truck came out of nowhere. Hit the rear end, they spun into a ditch. Embry walked out scratch free — for the most part, anyway. But Jessica,” he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, trying to force the emotion to remain under the surface.

I sunk into my seat, trying to process the situation. Embry’s first serious relationship had been with my childhood best friend. It’s not a sexist thing . It wasn’t her fault or anything, I just don’t feel comfortable with girls driving.

“What about Embry?” I asked quietly. “After the accident? Did he seem .. different?”

Jacob shrugged. “Just about as different as you’d expect someone to be. He tried to avoid using his car for the most part, and he hasn’t really grown out of that. He only renewed his license so he could visit his grandma in Tacoma last year for Thanksgiving. It’s been Emb and his mom for a long time, but she remarried a few years ago when he moved out.”

In the short five minutes it took for us to drive to my house, I learned more about Embry from my cousin than from Embry himself. I could understand how something as delicate as the car accident would bother him, but I still didn’t understand what his deal was.

“I still can’t wrap my head around it.” I grumbled, reaching for the bag in between my legs.

Jacob watched me meekly for a moment, his mouth turning up in the corner. “Don’t think about it too much. Just go with it, ‘kay?”

“It won’t last.” I stated again, moving to slam the car door behind me.

“Believe me, it will.” Jacob laughed, more to himself, following me inside the house.

I kicked my shoes off and rolled my eyes at him. “And how would you know?”

Jacob looked down at me; he towered much taller than Embry did. Or the rest of the guys, for that matter. He stood at nearly seven feet, overpowered by bulging muscles and a wide frame. “Because he never shuts up about you. Ever.” He said it as though it were painfully obvious, and also as though it were no big deal.

“And this doesn’t bother you?” I asked skeptically, watching him from the top of the stairs. “You had an issue with Seth suggesting to hit on me — but one of your best friends?”

Jacob looked up at me with a defeated expression. “It’s different. Emrby’s not going to waste your time, it’s not like that”

“Then what is it?” I asked exasperated, slapping my hands down on my thighs with impatience.

“Not my place to talk about it.”

“He doesn’t want to talk about it, either.”

“Yeah,” Jacob sighed, moving to slip past my small frame, “get used to that.”

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It was just past nine when I emerged from the shower, running my fingers through my hair as the quiet melody of my iPhone sounded from somewhere on the desk. I flipped my phone over, scrolling through the series of texts — most of which had come from Jacob. After some time, he messaged me as a reminder that what we discussed earlier needed to stay between us. As secretive as Embry was, we both knew it was his secret to tell. Doing so without his permission, or knowledge, felt wrong on many levels but I felt some sort of comfort.

I picked up the phone, and pressed the call button on the top left corner.

The receiving end picked up immediately — almost as though he had been waiting patiently with his phone in hand all day. “Hello?”

“You didn’t say goodbye today.” I accused, falling back onto my bed with a slight bounce. Iyah snorted in protest.

“I’m sorry,” I could hear the twinge of sadness in Embry’s voice, and could almost visibly see the lines between his eyebrows get deeper in my mind. “I didn’t think you would leave as soon as you did.”

I sighed. “I probably could’ve stayed.” I admitted, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “Or at least walked home with you. Even if I’m still one hundred percent certain you’re going to get me lost.”

There was a shuffle in the background, followed by a quiet chuckle. “I told you I won't get lost.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know.” I tried, squeezing my eyes as I waited — painfully — for his response.

After what seemed like an eternity, Embry sighed and shifted on the other end of the phone. “I hate seafood.”

I opened my eyes and glared. Not at anything in particular, just slightly annoyed that he couldn’t take me seriously. “Ha ha.” I muttered, rubbing my face with a free hand.

I could hear Embry sigh again; I wanted to reach through the phone and shake him. I wanted to yell about Jessica, and ask about his mom. I wanted to ask about his current living situation. I wanted to ask ‘ why me ’ from the top of my lungs, I wanted to go on about all the reasons why I felt like this was some sick joke, but instead I waited patiently. He would either hang up, or change the subject.

“I like you.” Embry said suddenly, his voice more bubbly than before. “And you have to be my friend, I won’t take no for an answer.”

I rolled onto my side. “That’ll change.” I teased, glancing at the clock on the dresser. “I should probably go. I just wanted to say goodnight.” I murmured.

“Always a phone call away.” Embry reminded me. “Goodnight.”

The phone went silent in my ear; I laid there for another thirty seconds before I pulled the phone away and rolled onto my side. As desperate as I was to finish my laundry, exhaustion soon took over. I promised myself five minutes of rest — but once I readjusted my head and pressed my face into Iyah’s back, I drifted off.

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Flame and Flower

CW: OCs(if y’all don’t like that) OC x Canon(eventual, again if y’all don’t like that)

Characters: Volga, Silva(OC), Lizalfos and Dinolfos

Tags: In between bits

Summary: In between and worldbuilding bits that I couldn’t find a proper place for.

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Teeth

One of the first things Silva learned while staying in the caves was to never smile with teeth. She made that mistake early, trying to make herself seem friendly.

A little Lizalfos came up to her, tilting her little head, and Silva smiled at her.

The little one ran with a frightened cry, her father charging Silva.

Silva screamed, but before she was slain, Volga came to stand between them.

“What did she do?”

“Sshe threatened Scylla!”

“How?”

“Teeeth!” The Dinolfos hissed.

Volga turned to her. “Is it true? You showed teeth?”

“W-well I- yes, but I was smiling!”

“Calm yourself, Ormarr, she meant no threat. She didn’t know to not show teeth. Humans show teeth when smiling.”

“Humanss threaten when smile?” Now he was just confused.

“No, Ormarr, they don’t see teeth from other humans as a threat.”

“Oh,” The Dinolfos walked away, but not before glaring at Silva.

“Watch yourself.” Was all Volga said before leaving.

Silva was left shaking where she stood.

The Festival of Bliss

In spring Silva watched as several young adult dragonfolk left the caves, going on what Melusine called ‘a journey of self discovery’.

Normally they would return, and reintegrate into the tribe, but this journey sometimes led to them leaving for other tribes, or starting their own tribe.

Before they left there was a big feast, and wrestling between the young adults and their elders. There was some sparring and dueling, and stories and games for the littlest of the tribe.

Tanit said it was the Festival of Bliss, and the bliss came from becoming adults.

A majority of the young adults would return to join the tribe as full adults, but some didn’t or who returned only to say they weren’t going to stay.

The worst was the news that hunters had slain a few. Revenge was taken where possible, but for at least one it wasn’t.

The tribe mourned as one.

Amourta

In April Silva watched as the tribe acted strangely, or at least, strangely to her.

They were pairing off, sometimes more than one at a time, going into dens and staying there.

What was going on? They seemed more… lovey than usual.

“Um… Melusine?” She asked quickly before the Lizalfos could get away. A few feet away, waiting for her, was her mate, Tanit. “What’s going on?”

“Is Amourta. Time of Love.”

“Oh! Oh, I see! Thanks for letting me know.” Silva smiled bashfully and waved at her as she went to her mate.

Amourta, the Time of Love. So a dragonfolk version of Valentine's Day? That’s what it sounded like.

It made her wonder; did Volga have a sweetheart?

He did go into a den with someone, a Lizalfos if she was correct. But… he also went with a Dinolfos… and a couple of Lizalfos…

Wait. Was he? Could he be?

Silva wouldn’t judge. They were his tribe, if he wanted to share their beds he was allowed. She just didn’t know he was like that. Not that there was anything wrong with it.

She shook her head. She was getting a headache.

What Volga did was his business.

Shine

Yes, it was true: dragons loved shiny things.

Gold, jewelry, gemstones, and rupees, dragons loved them all. They collected them in hoards of varying sizes, loving to look at the glimmer.

Every dragon, and dragonkin, was different. A Dinolfos might scurry away with armfuls of rupees, while an Aeralfos might snatch away golden jewelry for their hoard.

Volga was no different. He had a hoard that, so far, took up three chests. They overflowed with gold coins from other countries, given to him by Lixue, cut gems, and rupees. There was jewelry like necklaces, rings, and bracelets. Even fine fabrics, shiny and silky, kept in good condition.

All of Volga’s hoard was either gifted or obtained when he left for the Gathering.

But there were a few things he’d inherited.

Several pendants, including an enchanted sapphire on a silver chain. It was a gift from Volga’s father to his mother, the gem enchanted with protective spells.

His mother had worn it whenever they left the cave, putting it safely away when they were inside.

It was special, it had its own box and was kept in a separate chest with a few other things.

Silva noticed his love of shiny things, but also that it wasn’t as intense as it was said for dragons to be. She’d heard they were obsessed, that they would drop what they were doing to either steal or barter for whatever caught their eyes.

Sometimes there were traveling merchants that came to the village, usually on the way to barter with the Gorons. Occasionally, they would find the hidden village or know of it from encountering the village's own traveling merchant, Silva’s father.

A merchant found their way to the village one day, coming back after seeing the Gorons. They had a large stock of jewelry, and uncut and cut gems.

Silva idly browsed, impressed by the large inventory. The merchant had a large group of guards, and Silva could see why.

Then a piece caught her eye.

Well, not so much a piece of jewelry, but a piece of cut ruby.

It wasn’t large, but Goddesses it was shiny and pretty. She couldn’t help but stare.

“Like that one, eh? Two hundred and ten, and it’s yours.”

Two hundred and ten? Could she justify that? For a decorative piece?

But if she didn’t buy it now, it might not be there later, whether because someone else bought it or because the merchant left.

“Alright.” Silva pulled out her money pouch.

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Volga was wondering what was taking Silva so long in the village. It wasn’t a work day, so that wasn’t keeping her.

It wasn’t until near sundown that she returned.

“Volga? I have something for you.” She had her hands behind her back, a smile on her face.

“What is it?” He walked closer.

“Ta-da!” She brought her hands around, a wrapped parcel in them. “It’s for you.”

Volga was stunned. “A gift?”

She held it out encouragingly. Volga raised an eyebrow, but reached out and took the package.

He opened it slowly, suddenly stopping, eyes wide. Volga resumed opening the package, the wrapping falling to the ground.

He held it up, eyes shining.

“Where did you get this?” Volga turned it over in his hands, examining it from every angle.

It was emerald cut, about the size of his palm.

“A merchant came to the village, they had just been to see the Gorons, and decided to stop by the village to see if they could make any sales.” Silva walked over, peeking at the shining gem in his hands. “I take it you like it.”

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” He looked at her, a smile on his lips.

Volga left then, likely to add the gem to his hoard.

Silva stood there with a smile of her own, happy that he liked her gift.

Hunger

One thing that Silva noticed right away was the Dragon tribe's food intake.

Each member could have half a deer to a full deer to themselves and only then be satisfied. Only the hatchlings seemed exempt from this, eating smaller portions, but they were still larger than a human man's meal size.

Silva felt out of place with her smaller meals, content with a plateful.

Volga on the other hand…

He had to have a deer to himself, roasted by his fire breath, tearing into flesh with sharp teeth.

Once Silva introduced cooked meat to the tribe they took to each cooking their meals, those that wanted cooked food at least.

Silva also noted that Volga ate more frequently then the rest, often stopping into the kitchen area for a snack, or in some cases, an outright small meal.

Silva wondered if he burned more calories than the others. She knew he patrolled often, and trained often with the others.

She knew that predators needed quite a few calories, and though it felt strange to refer to him as such, dragons were predators.

Daily hunting parties went out, bringing back larger prey, but sometimes smaller game like rabbits, quail, and other things.

As Silva grew closer to the tribe she was often offered food; small chunks of meat were cut off and offered to her by the members she was closest to.

She heard sometimes how could she survive on such little food.

It made sense, she supposed, that they wouldn’t understand. She was human, and they’d never had a human among them.

Every day felt like a feast with the tribe, and Silva was fine with that.

#playing with fire #hyrule warriors #volga #the legend of zelda

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semi-imaginary-place · 15 days

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yorha raids

wow pc is getting sassy here. really should fire that guard. wow look at that animation budget. i realize this is a cameo thing. but eulmore totally would have noticed a giant city on the other side of their island with their airships. oh both twins have good arguments, 2p shouldn't be trusted (although idk why they're trusting me), and 2p is their best source of knowledge. the map is useless. they used the alliance map but allow access to areas off the map. oddly somber carvinal music but ok. god those balloons. they're so pastel in contrast all the surrounding brown that they look like they're fluorescing.

ok 2p's evil and a machine. and other white humanoid machines attacked komra? why what do they gain from that. or was it actually androids and 2p infected them or something. either way the attack is the machines/androids fault. the dwarves deserve to be mad yeah their village got turned to rubble and people are dead/dying. konogg and anogg could have take more precautions but it's not like they blew up the village. anogg's taking this hard.

i wonder where that secret dwarf tunnel is. we literally took the longest mead trip. there's 2 other towns along the way to stilltide. also Wright was the one where we had the whole... ale? questline and is famous for brewed drinks. writers didn't talk to each other.

oh the ball's back. i don't like that. huh pushed their little brother out of the way of a falling boulder, two pairs of siblings. i did get spoiled on this like most of shb. good tie in with 5.0's themes of loss, death, and grief. the angel script is probably there to look cool but oof yikes the drakengard knowledge. so anogg likely got crushed by a boulder pushing konogg out of the way but he finds her gloves and and hat down the cliff leading him to what looks like the machine hive ball thing which turns into a copy of anogg and like scans him or something and learns how to talk. which raises the questions where did machine anogg go? back to being an orb? actually when was the last time we say (orb) anogg, she was with us for puppet's bunker and then afterward with the angry mob when her guilt really got to her did she run back to the alien ship and revert to orb? im sorry you found both of them in that same tunnel originally? double orb?

boy can't stay away from the orb. then it covers itself with angelic and spawns more 2ps. hey's there's (replica) anogg she brought 2b and 9s and tells us to destroy the sphere. oh great another ominous tower. anogg comments it's too late. anogg's not coming back from this.

orb hatched. it's a girl!. music is good as always but wow is it meaningless. devola and popola for the twin guardians which kinda fits. but kaine for the red girl 2b chimera? ah i remember seeing clips of this on twitter. yup god is evil and hates you in drakengard. i wonder how canon this is wouldn't put it past troll lord taro.

so in the end they all had to go no matter who went first.

replica anogg totally had this entire journey of self discovery and existential crisis offscreen.

i wonder what this means. i she telling konogg she's gone to another world, remembering orb world, or did she really go on an adventure while gone.

"Death! Mutilation" yikes we got a lynch mob its better that konogg skipped town. wow maybe the throlls were right.

and then i disconnected.

we're getting 1 dwarf tribe faction quests. they should have just done 1. oh not tribe quests. devs are just forcing us to wait a month irl. they should have made warp points for the raid not just return.

the story isn't complete but from here's I'd say this is one of the better side quest lines. that said i remember first joining ffxiv during the 5.x patch cycle and watching this this because i never planned on playing shb at that point. and seeing it on it's own, sure it's hype but it doesn't tell a full story certainly no where near taro's words (yes even dod1).

#ffxiv #5.x

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aurabird · 3 years

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To Seek Redemption

So this is based off of something my braincell that desires fluff came up with.

Something happens that causes the Hels!Hermits to become helpful, caring, and empathetic like their counterparts. No more hierarchy and anarchy, no more bloodshed and violence, just pure, familial energy and fluff. Basically, they all obtain morals and eventually the line between Hermit and Helsmit is no more.

This relies strongly on headcannons and things regarding Helsmit/Hermit first encounters are left vague on purpose for the reader to fill in because I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes :3

No major TWs, just mentions of violence, blood, and injuries.

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The Hels Dimension was a brutal place, an eternal battleground where anarchy was the norm and the hierarchy brutal. The denizens of this dimension said to be the worst traits of their Overworld counterparts incarnated or their best traits without any moral boundaries.

Those that lived within Hermitcraft’s Hels Dimension; Helscraft as they’d become to be called, referred to themselves as Helsmits as they sought to not only overpower each other, but also make the lives of their other halves miserable.

Of course, not every Helsmit was a monster, some were simply pranksters, simply finding enjoyment in teasing their counterparts because the reactions amused them; nuisances that just wouldn’t go away.

But, despite all of this, how would players such as the Helsmits react…when everything they knew, all the violence they partook in, just went away? Was replaced by feelings they didn’t understand or hated?

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The time-dilation known as lag was not a new concept to the denizens of Helscraft; after all, several of them used the enigmatic force as a weapon or safeguard for their territory, slowing down any would-be usurpers enough to gain an upper hand.

What WAS new, however, was that this time, lag stopped their world completely. No one moved, no one spoke; for only a few moments all was still…

…until it wasn’t.

When the world began to move again the Helsmits knew something had changed, feelings of vengeance and hatred were gone, replaced by emotions they did not understand; that some of them even despised. Empathy, compassion, the desire for familial companionship.

Those locked in combat sheathed their weapons, taking steps back from each other before apologizing. Those that kept themselves locked in impenetrable fortresses left their isolation and sought out the Helsmit nearest to them to simply talk and for comfort due to their isolation. Those that had gotten the last of their territory stolen from them had it returned.

And those that sought power within the hierarchy? Well, who said that having friends didn’t count as power?

Traps set up to kill and torment were disabled, and selfishly-hoarded resources distributed to those with few or none.

It was difficult at first to come to grasps with the sudden morals and emotions they'd acquired, for some, the phrase of “I hate being nice” became popular, being uttered by several of them defeatedly when they attempted to be anything but friendly to each other.

But eventually the Helsmits grew used to their new emotions, enjoyed them even. Sure they were all still competitive with each other, that was a trait no strange force could change, but now it was more friendly and lighthearted. Some even tried to act like the 'evil counterparts' they'd once been in a joking manner.

The Hesmits knew that things had changed, that their old ways of life were now gone.

They'd all gathered at their Town Hall, the first building they'd made since they'd all become friends, looking upon a portal with nervousness and uncertainty. Not a portal to the Nether, nor a portal to the End. No, this portal was to the Overworld.

It'd been Helskinght that discovered how to conjure the gateway, the purple swirls framed by blocks of crying obsidian. At one point this structure had been fought over and the land around it once stained crimson with Helsmit blood.

The area had been completely terraformed since then, making this location both a reminder of the past and the present. None of them had their weapons or tools, just the clothes on their backs, food, and basic building blocks. After all, they'd come here for one reason alone.

Now that they’d mended the conflicts that had once divided them, perhaps it was time to do the same with those that saw them as nothing but evil interlopers seeking to cause only destruction and misery.

Yes, it was time to ask their overworld counterparts, the Hermits, for forgiveness. The final step they'd all need to reach complete redemption.

"You think they'll accept it after everything some of us have done?" asked someone from the gathered crowd, "We've been silent for so long too, how do you think they'll react to us all coming at the same time?"

The two questions had no definite answers, as only a few Helsmits had even interacted with their overworld counterparts. Then again, those that had awful experiences no doubt spread the seeds of distrust throughout the entirety of Hermitcraft.

A Helsmit in ebony-plated armor and wearing a helmet sighed. Since the reforming of their society Helsuma had been the appointed the Admin of Helscraft, though unlike his counterpart, he lacked the powers that came with said title.

"There is only one way to find out." he said with uncertain confidence before taking his first steps through the passage, his fellow Helsmits following not far behind.

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Their arrival on the main street of the Cowmercial District was met with mixed reactions. Fear, disdain, and confusion the most common but surprise could also be seen on the faces of some Hermits.

Those that knew their Helscraft counterparts had drawn their swords and bows, netherite blades and enchanted arrows aimed directly at them, ready to strike at the slightest sign of aggression.

It was Xisuma that broke the silent tension, his calm, accented voice holding the strength of a leader as he addressed the crowd before him. “Well, this is definitely a surprise.” he said as he took a few steps forward, taking note of the fact some of the newcomers flinched or tensed up at his advance. “I didn’t expect all of you to show up at once, let alone completely unarmed.”

The person who then walked out from the crowd of Helsmits was a surprise to the overworld Admin. Every Hermit supposedly had a counterpart of their own in Helscraft, but X hadn’t exactly been ready to meet his.

Features and attire were identical to his own, though their skin was marred with horrible scars and their black-plated armor boasted several gashes; fiery-orange eyes far more exhausted than his own violet ones shone with desperation.

“Careful, X.” Wels warned with a growl, cerulean gaze narrowed and locked with the red one of Helsknight, “They aren’t to be trusted.”

If the silver-armored knight had seen the hurt in Hels’ expression at those words, he didn’t react to it.

X ignored the given warning and faced his counterpart without fear or hesitation, “What brings you all to the Overworld like this? Clearly it isn’t an invasion.”

Helsuma spoke, his voice simply a deeper, more rough version of X’s. “We…we all…we all wish to ask forgiveness.” he struggled to say before looking behind him at his fellow Helsmits, “Those of us that you know the actions of more than others.”

“Why the change of heart?” came a Hermit’s confused but sharp tone as they gazed upon one that looked almost exactly like they did, no doubt remembering bitterly what their first meeting with their counterpart was like.

“Honestly, we have no idea.” came a voice from the Helsmits, “Everything just…stopped one day, like lag but for longer than a few seconds. After that, well, some of us noticed that we felt emotions alien to us, urges to be…friends, not enemies or rivals; to share and not take.”

“You learned what morals are? I find that hard to believe.”

At the comment Hels turned his head to Wels, arms crossed “Whether you believe it or not, if we sought to invade the overworld for malicious goals today, we would have done so already.”

Grian, surprisingly, was the one that came to the dark knight’s defense “You know, Wels, not all of them are incarnations of our evil.” he commented from his place on steps to the Town Hall. “Take Xelqua, my counterpart for example.“ he began, motioning to the Helsmit that was a splitting image of him save a pair of purple wings that sparkled with stars; the cloak around them bearing a strange symbol, “He’s the one that was mixing up the stuff in your guy’s sorting systems and renaming all your diamonds!”

Mumbo shot the man a look, “Seriously mate? You interacted on a friendly level with your counterpart as opposed to some of us and didn’t think to tell anyone of it?”

“Uh...no. Kinda slipped my mind actually.”

Scar spoke next, having spotted BadTimes in the center of the group; the skeletal vex wings protruding from their back a sign of the part of himself he’d cast away when he decided to reject the control of the chaotic fae he’d once been bound to. “Well, I for one believe in second chances.” he said with a grin, noticing the eyes of several Helsmits light up, “Sure it may take time for us to all trust each other but if they are counterparts of us and we’re Hermits, what’s to say they can’t be too?”

“Scar is right!” chimed Zedaph, “Look at Exy! He was all scary and stuff and he ended up being nice in the end!”

The streets were silent once more as Hermit and Helsmit alike looked at Xisuma, awaiting the verdict of the situation. The Admin thought hard about the dilemma he was faced with. His fellow Hermits all made good points and, when given proof, X was one to forgive.

He saw the looks in the eyes of their counterparts; fear, desperation, hope. He’d made the mistake of condemning his brother to the banvoid, and though they’d made up since then, it didn’t change the fact that he’d left Ex alone, abandoned, and scared when all the man had needed was guidance.

No, he could not simply turn them away, he couldn’t send them back to their dimension and find a way to seal them in there forever.

“I do not speak for all the Hermits, especially given the history some of you have with them.” he began, “However, I am willing to give you all a chance. Do not make me regret my decision.”

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The rules Xisuma had applied to them were simple and the Admin had made it perfectly clear that they’d all be watched closely, both by him and the Hermits they interacted with.

For some, it was easy to befriend their counterparts, alike in many ways, yet still different enough to be their own person. Others had a more difficult time, uneasy truces and silent tension sparking between them.

But, time heals all wounds, and the line that separated Hermits and Helsmits eventually disappeared. Denizens of both the Overworld and Helscraft began to come and go between their realms freely, taking ideas and inspirations from each other, playing minigames as if they’d all been friends from the beginning.

Getting to the End was impossible from Helscraft, so the Helsmits had always secretly been baffled by the silvery wings that allowed their counterparts to fly around. With the befriending of each other, however, they were being taught through trial and error (mostly error, actually) how they worked and the freedom that came with Elytra flight.

It wasn’t uncommon now for the trio of team ZIT to be seen planning crazy ideas with their counterparts and teasing each other, unsurprisingly both Grian and Xelqua managed to start yet another war, and the silent chaos of shenanigans from Etho and his counterpart were never discovered until it was too late.

False and True could often be seen sparring, as could Wels and Hels; though the duo of knights usually did so through both physical combat and song.

Scar and Cub would be seen working on projects with their counterparts, laughing and remembering the times when they were once one in the same, but yet still glad to be their own individual players.

Bdubs and his phantom-featured counterpart would sometimes argue over who was the fastest of them to get to sleep ("And how are you faster? Last I checked beds blow up in Hels ya stupid!" "Not since X gave Helsuma Admin powers they haven't ya fool!"), though neither of them would win because someone else would sleep away the night while they bickered.

Ex had even returned from his journey of self-discovery, completely confused at first and then began pouting when he learned that he didn’t have a Helscraft counterpart of his own to cause mischief with. With a laugh, Helsuma had offered to be the counterpart of both brothers.

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It was several months later when the two Admins stood on the roofs of their Town Halls, smiles on their faces as they overlooked the antics below them; Hermits and Helsmits alike interacting harmoniously. With the union of their respectful dimensions their families had doubled in size.

And both of them couldn’t have been any happier.

#hermitcraft au #helscraft #hels!hermits #evil hermits #fluff and angst #the helsmits are a chaotic family your honor #I'm a sucker for redeption arcs #Grian's counterpart is a gremlin like him #but has all the Watcher traits and regalia #Ex isn't from Helscraft either #he's a copy of X's code that got created by acident #he also wasn't permabanned in S6 #him and X made up and he went on a journey of self discovery #cub & scar's counterparts are parts of their souls that they split from when they decided to reject using Vex magic #like I said at the start this relies heavilly on headcannons #my writing #hermitblr

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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journey, m | ot7

full title: journey to the dick

pairing(s): ot7 x reader

summary: A Cinderella story but it's a dick pic. Yup, that's right. You find a dick pic on your phone and make it your mission to find the owner of said dick. Time to fuck the seven hottest guys you know! Onwards!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of alcohol consumption / partying; horny crack, everyone radiates chaotic energy and wants to fuck; reader is comparing their dicks to above-mentioned dick pic so there's a lot of talk about dick, did I mention there's a lot of dick? dick; smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics in some scenes, m-receiving oral, cowgirl, penetrative sex, doggy, spanking, handjob, thigh fucking, dance studio sex, overstimulation, fingering, dry humping, 69, face-sitting, photography during sex, m-masturbation, being cummed on (neck / chest [a cum necklace LMAO] + hand), film studio sex, wall-fucking, being overheard / walked in on during sex (and not giving a shit, oops), implied car sex, implied threesome); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader; each member has their own scene

appearances based on the 'Butter' jacket photoshoots yes, the opening line is #50 of my prompt list LMAO title comes from Journey to the West, except it's dick because that's way more important. also, yeah, this is basically a harem hentai, but it's you and BTS, woohoo! :D

"Whose dick pic is this and why it is so inspirational?"

Park Jimin craned his head over to look at your phone, black hair brushing against your forehead. "Damn! That is an incredible dick."

"What are you guys talking about?" Kim Taehyung muttered, yanking your phone out of your hand and peering at the screen. His eyes widened, eyebrows shooting up into his dark brown hair. "Oh, ho! What a high-quality specimen of a dick."

"Why is it on my phone though?" you frowned, taking your phone back from Taehyung. You were sitting next to Jimin on their sofa, contemplating the great mysteries of the world. The black phone case had a cute mouse holding a large sewing needle and sitting next to a spool of sky-blue thread. "I didn't take this one, sadly."

"Maybe you were real drunk," Jimin offered.

"I haven't been real drunk since I projectile vomited in your guys' parking lot."

"That was last week," Taehyung reminded you, smiling amusedly.

You narrowed your eyes. "Look, it was a bad breakup."

"You went on, like, two dates," Jimin laughed, smacking you in the arm.

"It had potential!"

"Yeah, a potential dumpster fire," Taehyung added, rolling his eyes as he sat down on the other side of you. "I know you go for the quiet, nerdy ones, but you're just–"

"Brash? Forward? Ready to sit on dick at any second?"

Jimin was being very helpful.

Taehyung shoved Jimin's grinning face away. "It's a conflict of personality and yours is quite intense, so maybe you should try and be more open-minded about other options."

You frowned, not enjoying this pep talk that you probably needed. In fact, you avoided said pep talk at all costs. You reached back and yanked on Taehyung's ponytail. He prodded you in the left breast in response, glaring. You smacked his hand. He smacked your hand back.

Hey, when you don't have a good reply, resort to violence, right?

You looked back down at your phone. Swollen, red-purple, a good thickness. Nice length too, so hard it was sticking up without the assistance of a hand. You could spy the white pre-cum beading at the engorged tip. It was a strangely clear and well-composed photo. Black boxer briefs. Blue jeans, white shirt.

Fuck.

Could literally be any guy in the history of existence.

You turned the photo to Jimin. "Someone must have taken it last night when I couldn't find my phone for those two hours."

Jimin nodded. "Yeah, seems like it."

"You remember anyone in this outfit?"

Jimin snorted, wrinkling his cute nose. "Everyone was in jeans and a white t-shirt. 'Cause there was that wet t-shirt contest later that night, remember?"

You scratched your head. Ah, yes. Taehyung won. Man looked fucking amazing thanks to working out his arms and chest the past month. Was it solely for the purpose of a silly party gimmick? Maybe. You weren’t complaining though. You did what any good friend would do.

"Oh, right. Who won?"

Taehyung grabbed your shoulders and violently shook you. "I did! Obviously – ah, fuck you!" His tone quickly changed when he realized you were laughing like a maniac, doubling over in a pile of giggles with Jimin. "You're the worst," Taehyung pouted, holding his arms protectively.

"I'm just kidding, don't be mad," you chuckled, reaching over to hug him. He accepted it, but not without continuing to pout. You nuzzled his neck, placing soft kisses on his skin. "I bought you your favorite breakfast when you were hung over this morning, come on now."

His dark brown eyes shifted back and forth before letting out a long, deep sigh and hugging you back. Damn. He had a nice hug now thanks to these arms and his broad chest. He smelled like warm chamomile.

"I worked hard for these," he mumbled.

You patted him on the back before releasing him and holding up your phone. Back to the first order of business.

"Is this your dick?"

Taehyung scrunched up his face. "No? But I don't look at my dick at that angle either."

You puffed your cheeks and turned to Jimin.

"Is this your dick?"

Jimin plucked your phone from your hand. He tilted his head to one side. Then the other.

"Lemme check."

Then he stood up and started walking to the direction of the bathroom. Still holding your device.

"Uh..."

You trailed off.

Taehyung blinked.

The bathroom door closed.

Pants unzipped.

"PARK JIMIN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"You have to be kidding me, Jimin."

"Be reasonable. I can't get hard from this dick pic. Don't you want to know the owner of said dick?"

You pursed your lips and squinted at your phone, standing in Park Jimin's and Kim Taehyung's shared bathroom, because they were roommates and your friends. The mysterious discovery of said dick pic from last night's party sparked this Journey to the Dick, because it was a very impressive, intriguing, and, most importantly, inspirational specimen of the male genitalia. Clearly you had to investigate.

For science.

Which was why you were standing in the bathroom with Jimin's sweatpants off and begrudgingly getting to your knees. Begrudgingly, because...

"I thought we were supposed to be ordering pizza and watching Running Man."

"We are," Jimin answered cheerfully. "After you suck my dick."

You glanced at the photo once more.

It remained, indeed, very rousing of certain interests.

You gripped the waistband of Jimin's black boxer briefs.

Hmm...

Hold on.

You stood up suddenly and took your phone from him, sudden determination overtaking you.

"I have to do this correctly."

Jimin blinked rapidly, jumping with a yelp as you flung open the bathroom door to reveal Taehyung throwing himself into the wall, coughing awkwardly and hiding his face with his hands as you marched out purposefully. Jimin was still pants-less.

"In the proper order!"

Jimin and Taehyung shared a confused look.

"The hell does she mean, proper order?'

kim namjoon.

“Namjoon, may I look at your dick?”

Kim Namjoon looked up from his book and blinked at you over his round glasses.

“Pardon?” he replied in English.

“Your dick,” you responded in kind, in English and with succinct pronunciation. “Your penis. Your willy. Your ding-dong. Your–”

Namjoon removed a hand from his book and held it up. “My what?” he interrupted you, laughing.

Oh good, back to Korean so you didn’t have to flex all the different ways you knew how to say cock in English. “Take off your pants.”

He blinked rapidly, innocently sitting there in his flowy white button-up and brown pants. He even had suspenders. Fancy man. He had dyed his hair recently, a steel midnight blue. That’s how Namjoon was, attractive and book-smart. Absolutely won the lottery when it came to genes and brains. You couldn’t see the title of the book he was reading, but it was probably a self-help or philosophy book. He was into those nowadays, exploring the human mind, while you were more into exploring the physical aspects of humanity.

Fucking.

Luckily, fucking didn’t usually require reading.

(Usually, heh.)

“I have no objections to your proposition. I’m just confused on why so suddenly.”

You dropped your canvas tote bag on the ground. Your red, short summer dress covered in yellow lemons flared out as you shifted your weight to one hip. Your phone was in one of your hands and you waved it around like a baton as you talked.

“Aren’t I usually sudden when I want to fuck?”

Namjoon chuckled, rich and deep, shutting his book and putting it aside. Probably memorized his page number. Big sexy brain and all that jazz. A fantastic characteristic of his.

He also had a big sexy dick you were asking to see right now.

“You are, but sometimes you offer to buy me a meal or a snack first.”

“I mean, sure, if you want–”

He lifted a hand and cocked a finger towards himself, smiling. When he smiled, his dimples appeared. That was your favorite feature on Namjoon. You bounced over excitedly and sat on the couch, skirt flipping up and exposing your thighs, still holding your phone.

“I’m on a mission.”

He quirked an eyebrow, adjusting his glasses detective-style. “What kind of mission?”

You pointed to your phone. “Do you remember that party we went to, the one with the wet t-shirt contest?” You lifted your arm and flexed your rather defined bicep that made Namjoon raise his eyebrows and mouth a wow under his breath. Consistent handys really did the trick when it came to bicep muscle definition. “You remember, right? You showed off your guns.”

He burst out laughing, waving a hand. “They are not guns.”

“Sure, they are. I could do a lot of social justice with your biceps, Namjoon.”

He shook his head, grinning, dimples on full display. “And what’s with the dress? You don’t usually wear such a cute style.”

You ticked your phone to the apartment front door. “I’m meeting Seokjin later, but he said he’s going to play another round of bowling because Jungkook kicked his ass again. But anyway, back to what I was saying…”

“Ah, yes. I think I remember Jimin mentioning something to me now.”

You brightened, unlocking your phone and holding up the screen. “Right! I’m looking for the owner of this dick.”

His eyes widened and Namjoon leaned forward, readjusting his glasses again. “Wow. That’s quite a clear picture.” Then he coughed and averted his eyes.

You nodded quickly. “Well? Did you take this picture?”

He frowned and sat back against the sofa, sucking in a breath and ticking his head. “Mmm, maybe? I was pretty drunk. I don’t remember what I did…”

“Hah… Does this look like your dick, then?”

“How would I know?” he chuckled. “I don’t see my dick from that angle and I don’t have sober photoshoots with my dick.”

You pursed your lips. “Well, I suppose we’ll just have to fuck then. Drop the pants.”

The thing about Namjoon was that he was a very reasonable man. You had a problem and proposed a solution and he, an avid learner who liked searching for answers to the great mysteries of this world, had the means to help you out on your quest, so he did. In addition, he thought you were hot, you thought he was hot, and you’d already fucked a couple times before Journey to the Dick, so the mutual agreement was already there.

Splendid!

The other thing about Namjoon was that he really liked to make you work for it.

Slightly less splendid.

“Are you choking?”

You squinted at him and flipped him the bird. He was well-versed with popular Western hand gestures.

Namjoon nodded sagely. “That’s good.”

And he put his hand back onto the back of your head and shoved your mouth down onto his cock once more.

You had half a second to breathe again before air was forcefully taken from you, Namjoon now holding you there, nose-first into his crotch, sighing contentedly as he expanded in your mouth. You planted your hands onto his strong thighs and pushed, but his hand didn’t budge. The safe signal was three taps and you weren’t tapping out yet. You glared and Namjoon closed his eyes, smirking slowly.

He left his round glasses on.

‘Course he did.

Damn you, Namjoon!

You reached up and pawed at the buttons of his white shirt, making Namjoon open his eyes to see what you were doing as you unbuttoned them rather deftly for someone who had his dick filling up their throat. He looked down at you, cocking an eyebrow. You cheekily cocked one back, poking his pecs with your pinky.

He grinned. “Hm? What’s that?”

You clenched your throat around the head of his cock and he gasped, losing grip for a split second.

In that split second, you threw his shirt open, glorious his tan skin and large muscular pecs now in view, and slapped your hands down onto his thighs, instantly starting a fast, rough pace, curving your neck with every swallow, sandwiching his cock between tongue and top of your mouth, pulsing your wet muscles all over his length, staring at that well-built chest, watching the muscles ripple with his sudden, abrupt inhale.

“Oh, fuck!”

Sometimes you let Namjoon have the reigns, but this time you were on a mission, although it was a little distracting now because presently you had an unobstructed view of Kim Namjoon with his shirt open, head thrown back, midnight blue hair fanning over the sofa, his full lips open and panting, tendons in his neck tensing, broad shoulders flexed, leading down his defined chest and abs, core tight from your intense pace, thighs hard under your hands, cock swollen and thick, pulsating in your mouth. His large hands planted on top of yours, squeezing them with his.

The three taps applied to him too.

Instead, Namjoon moaned your name and gripped your hands.

“T-The picture… f-fuuuuuuuck…”

Shit, that’s right.

You reluctantly slowed, tongue swiping all over the underside of his dick, tracing the veins, moaning hotly around his cock. He lowered his chin, panting hard, dark brown eyes half-open and framed by his lovely silver glasses. It was him who reached for your phone and unlocked it. He remembered your pattern lock and you had only told him once. All your consistent fucks knew how to unlock your phone.

That’s how you had so many pictures of, ahem, good times.

He placed the phone on his hip and his head fell back against the sofa, inhaling deeply as you continued lapping at the base of the head, slowly sucking on it at the same time to keep him hard.

“Mmm, fuck, that’s nice…”

You mashed the tip of your tongue against the slit and coated it with pre-cum.

“Ah, come on, look already and compare,” Namjoon chuckled in his deep voice, raising a hand to pet your head. “Then you can finish me.”

You popped your mouth off reluctantly. “Hmm.” You placed a few fingers on his cock and looked at it, positioning it to the correct angle that matched the photo. “Huh, it’s pretty close. But you have this noticeable vein here, and I think the head of your cock is slightly different…” You squinted and brought your face rather close to his stiff length. “The skin tone seems right, but it’s not exact, and I think you’re bigger…”

Namjoon wrapped his hand around his dick and smacked your cheek with the head.

“Oi!”

You puffed your cheeks, strings of saliva and pre-cum covering your face.

He grinned, dimples on full display. “Oops.”

You jabbed your finger at your phone. “I’m doing an investigation here!”

He shrugged cheekily. “You said it wasn’t exact. Get up.”

You put your phone on top of his book on the side table and glared at him. “Well, yeah, but no need to bop me,” you grumbled, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand, standing up, and removing your panties as Namjoon reached over to his pants and pulled out a condom from the pocket.

You did say you were coming. Namjoon liked to be prepared for you.

“You said you liked it,” he mused as you straddled his lap.

“I do when I’m notin the middle of an important mission,” you huffed, picking up the hem of your dress and revealing your wet pussy, chin cocked in defiance.

“You don’t have to sit on my dick then,” he said, pausing with the condom right over his cock.

You frowned. “Hurry up.”

He cocked an eyebrow, dark brown eyes trapping you in his allure. “Doesn’t seem like you want it.”

You narrowed your eyes.

Growled.

Then you smacked his hands away and rolled down the condom yourself before sliding onto him with one swift motion, clenching your jaw at the sensation of being quickly and solidly filled up, not giving him or you time to adjust. Namjoon tensed his neck, grinning, large hands coming up to firmly grip your hips. Your own came up to grab his biceps and squeeze them, mustering up your most indignant scowl. He chuckled, smirking as you pulsed your walls around him.

“Hold your dress so I can fuck you.”

“Maybe I want to do the moving.”

He clicked his tongue and rammed his hips up into you, making you hiss at the feeling of his cock being driven into your tightness. Your nails dug into his arms, breaths shallowing into rapid gasps as he continued, firmly and roughly fucking you from below, hard thighs flexing and smacking into your inner thighs and ass.

“Hold your dress,” he repeated, voice low and commanding.

“You’re so bossy,” you muttered, reaching down with one hand to yank up your dress, pulling it up high so both you and Namjoon could watch as he very deliberately and very forcefully thrust upwards into your tight hole, smirking wider as he witnessed your expression and the strain of keeping the pleasure off your face.

“Don’t have to give orders if…” He jerked up particularly hard, hitting your sweet spot, causing you to gasp breathlessly. “You…” Smack! You bit you lip, moan trapped in your chest. “Just…” Smack!

“F-Fuck…”

“Listen.”

And then Namjoon seized your hips and fucked you hard and fast with you barely holding on his shoulder with one hand and the other clutching your dress, moaning his name shamelessly to his own face. Namjoon wasn’t a gloater. His face was serious and concentrated, brows furrowed and intent on giving maximum pleasure, maintaining clear control as you rapidly lost it, allowing and trusting him to lead you into carnal desires.

You leaned forward, hot exhale on his neck, changing the angle and letting him hit you deeper, tightening around him. You heard his breath hitch, hissing out your name. Your whispered against his jaw, close to his ear.

“You like it better when I don’t listen, Namjoon.”

So close, so close, so close.

He snickered, dark, devious, sensual.

“I dolove punishing you with my cock.”

You slid your hand into his midnight blue hair and shuddered, pleasure blooming from your core in heated throbs, savoring the intensity of the orgasm he gave you as Namjoon groaned in your ear, slamming you down onto his hard, twitching cock and moaning, spilling his own into the condom, thoroughly enjoying the vicious massage of your spasming pussy. You pressed your lips to his temple, flinching with the shivers that came after, riding out the peak by rocking your hips lightly, enjoying the fullness he gave you.

“Doesn’t seem like a punishment. I’m having a lot of fun,” you taunted, panting and mirthful.

He gave your ass a playful smack and you squeezed his length from top to bottom.

“We have time for round two,” he murmured, nibbling on your ear.

Kim Namjoon was a very reasonable man.

kim seokjin.

"Gah, fuck!"

"As a matter of fact, yes, let's."

Kim Seokjin nearly tripped and fell against the doorframe, gawking at you. His expressive brown eyes went wide, mouth open enough for a nice ice lolly to be placed between those plump lips.

"Why are you in my bed? Where are your clothes? Why are you holding Pink Bean like that?!"

You sighed exaggeratedly. Here we go. "I had a nice dress but Namjoon took it and said I can't have it back until after." You squeezed Seokjin's large Pink Bean plush that he usually kept on his bed, a fluffy representation of a boss from his favorite PC game, MapleStory. It had a bubblegum pink head, light purple horns, and a cute :3 face. You squashed it with your breasts and looked up at him, on your knees with your feet tucked under your ass, missing all your articles of clothing thanks to Kim Namjoon.

Such cute clothes only for him? I don’t think so.

Seokjin turned bright red, sputtering.

"D-D-Don't do that to Pink Bean!"

"Why not? You've fucked me from behind and I used Pink Bean as my chest support."

He strode across the room with two steps, his long legs making it easy, looking handsome and summery in his pastel yellow shirt and shorts two-piece set, flapping his hands helplessly.

"That was a special case!"

You started bouncing on Pink Bean, you and your tits. Seokjin's brown eyes nearly bulged out of his head and he actually tripped at the end of his bed, falling face-first with a high-pitched yelp.

"Seokjin, I need to see your dick."

He yanked his head up, chestnut brown hair flying everywhere, shooting you a confused glare.

"Yah! You can't just show up naked and start demanding dick while abusing Pink Bean!"

You reached up and scooped your breasts forward, squashing them between the purple horns, nipples poking out above Pink Bean's head. Seokjin looked like he was about to pass out. Probably from loss of blood to his head.

You balanced your phone in your cleavage, inspirational dick pic between your tits.

"Is this your dick, Seokjinnie?" you asked sweetly.

He started, squinting at the screen between your tits. "The heck? What is that?"

"A dick. Is it yours?"

Seokjin made a disgusted face.

"Are they really that ugly? Mine sure as hell isn't."

"Oh, so it's not? You know for sure?"

Seokjin scoffed. "Come on, there's no way that could be mine, look–"

And he sat up and yanked his shorts and underwear off, slapping them down on the floor and spreading his legs, presenting his very hard and quite pretty dick and balls. He huffed triumphantly, planting his hands in his hips.

"How could that thing compare to–gah!"

You crawled over Pink Bean, shoving the plush against your stomach and placing yourself between Seokjin's long legs, oblivious to his shriek of surprise, holding up his shirt as you compared his cock to the one on your phone.

"What the–where did you g-get that picture?!"

Your hot breath wafted over his twitching length as you held it delicately with your fingertips, ass up in the air, tilting his dick to adjust the angle so he mirrored the photo. "Remember that party with the wet t-shirt contest?” you explained nonchalantly. “The one where I said you'd totally win because of your broad shoulders, but Taehyung got more votes because he had been working out and looking all buff recently?"

Seokjin was gasping as you held up your phone. Hmm, not the same thickness. Plus, he seemed harder, sticking out straighter than this photo dick. But there was a small mole in his dick that seemed to match the picture. The length is pretty spot-on too. You scooted closer, cradling his cock with your palm and coaxing it with your fingertips, ass bouncing on Pink Bean's head.

"Oh, fuck..."

"Anyway, someone snapped this photo and I've been trying to figure out who, but everyone was drunk and, if I recall correctly, you were on a table dancing with a pool noodle and belting Kim Yonja's 'Amor Fati', so I don't think you remember much from that night."

Seokjin's voice was pitched, strained from holding back.

"I remember those... oh, fuck... those shorts you were wearing... ah, with your ass hanging out on the bottom... fuck, wanted to bend you over... but yeah, after that..."

Then you yelped when you felt his hands on your head dragging you forward and pressing your open lips to his cock.

"Ah, yeees..."

"Seokjin, wait–mphf!"

He shoved the head of his cock into your lips and looked down. You narrowed your eyes as he began to gently hump your face, filling your mouth with the hardness. You sucked in your cheeks a little, molding your mouth to him, still giving him your best annoyed face.

"Is it my dick?" he gasped, pushing deeper.

You made a confused noise and Seokjin frowned at you.

"Yes or no?"

Seriously? You held up your hand and hovered it in the air, wiggling your fingers up and down, the universal sign of–

"What do you mean, maybe?! Oh, it's because a phone camera isn't good enough to catch the majesty of my cock, is that it?"

You could had been annoyed, but then you thought about it. He brought up a good point. You hadn't considered that. Still, the shape wasn't exact though. A phone camera couldn't alter dick angle, right?

No time to think about it because Seokjin rammed his entire length into your mouth and down your throat in your moment of contemplation.

"Mmmphf!"

"Just, ah, don't move, let me fuck your face real quick–"

You didn't really expect anything less, so you pushed him down, sliding his shirt up his torso, changing the angle so you weren't straining your neck. Seokjin fell onto his elbows, hands letting go but hips still moving, groaning as you enclosed your mouth around him and rubbed your tongue all over.

"Ah, your ass is so sexy, damn, bounce it for me..."

He seemed to forget that in order to do that, you had to hump Pink Bean like a dog in heat but, hey, when the man who called himself World Wide Handsome (drunk and sober, that was the kind of man Kim Seokjin was) asks you to twerk for him, you do as you are told and give Pink Bean the best hump that plush is ever going to have.

"Fuuuuuuuck, yes, your ass is so perky and juicy, fuck, like a sweet peach..."

You tried not to choke with laughter in his dick, but the action made your throat muscles squeeze and spasm around the head, immediately making it jerk and swell at the added simulation, causing Seokjin to gasp your name and fiercely clutch his sheets.

"Fuck, yes...!"

You looked up, cocking an eyebrow, seeing his brown hair messy and fallen over his forehead, eyelids fluttering, panting as you took over the pace, firmly enveloping him all the way to the base, sandwiching him between your tongue and roof of your mouth, dragging the head over the slick wetness, pulsing expertly around his hardness. His dainty pink tongue flitted over his lips and made them glisten, full, plump, sexy as hell.

"I'm so glad Namjoon took your clothes," he wheezed.

This guy really said whatever thought that popped into his handsome head.

You smirked around his cock and wiggled your eyebrows.

Then you grabbed his hips and really gave it to him, fast and tight, angling your head so he slid into your throat deeply and easily, sending Seokjin into a sputter of curses, prayers, and blessings to who-knew-what, gripping fistfuls of his sheets and throwing his head back, beautiful neck on display and broad shoulders flexed, moaning loudly.

You almost stopped, awed by his perfectly sensual posture.

Then Seokjin thrust his crotch into your lips and gasped your name, shooting down your throat in swift, tense jolts, forcing you to stop staring at him and hurriedly gulp it all down, squeezing your eyes shut so you could concentrate, sucking in a short breath, and making him yelp, flinching to cram more of the head into your constricting throat.

You prodded his stomach sharply and drew an ‘X’, telling him to stop so you could swallow.

“B-But…”

You gave him a bunch of other hand gestures and none of them were nice. It contrasted the way you were lapping at his cock, coaxing him back to full hardness with soft tongue and delicate pushes against the roof of your mouth. He lifted one of his hands and started messing with yours, the one on his stomach making obscene hand signals. You felt him try and grab your fingers, poke at your palm, and, finally, grab your hand and tug it up, shoving your fingers into his mouth.

You popped your mouth off his cock in surprise. “Hey!”

Seokjin looked at you with giant brown eyes like a dog caught with a treat in his mouth. “Mmphf?”

You made a confused face at him.

His tongue started sliding between them, licking your joints and pads of your fingers, wiggling all around, covering you with his saliva and sending shivers over your skin at the strange sensation. You could feel the power in that squirming muscle, his brown eyes watching your reaction, your own eyes fixated on the way it looked, three of your fingers surrounded and crammed into those lush, soft, pillow-like lips, squirming, sensual tongue slipping between them, dripping saliva down your palm and back of your hand.

“H-Hey…”

It was bizarre, feeling an odd juxtaposition of the submissive nature of the act, and yet he was deliberate and forceful about it, staring pointedly as the tip of his tongue snaked out from the side of his lips, licking the side of your pinky.

“S… Seokjin…?”

He reached up and pulled your hand out of his mouth, the pads of your fingers dragging on his lower lip, wet streaks of saliva painted down his chin.

The ghost of a smirk on his open mouth, eyebrow ticking arrogantly.

You blinked at him, unaware that you were clutching Pink Bean with your other hand so hard that your knuckles were white.

Then Seokjin grinned and wrapped your wet hand around his dick and started jacking himself off with it.

“Hey! I want that in me!”

“What? Gah!”

Somehow, you convinced him to fuck you – read: threw Seokjin down on his own bed, put a condom on him, rolled him back on top of you and guided his cock to your pussy before grabbing his ass and yanking down, making you both gasp as he entered you with one smooth stroke, your back on top of Pink Bean.

Pink Bean was really seeing a lot of your naked body today, just like Kim Seokjin.

“F-Fuck– yah!”

That was his noise of protest as you yanked his yellow shirt over his head, throwing it as far as you could, out his still open bedroom door.

“Sorry, needed to get rid of useless things.”

“I like that shirt!”

You grabbed onto his wide shoulders and rolled your hips up into his crotch, wrapping your thighs around his waist and squeezing. He sputtered at the intense feeling of your pussy wrapping around him, arms shaking to hold himself up, brown hair messy and wild over his forehead, brown eyes wide in indignation.

“Sorry, my bad, I’ll pick it up after I get another out of this magnificent dick,” you quipped.

Seokjin turned red, unaccustomed to someone other than himself complimenting him.

“Why are you hanging onto me like a monkey – oh my God…!”

You used his mattress and Pink Bean to bounce up and down on his dick from below, fingers tangled in his hair, wetly smacking your hips into his crotch, panting his name into his ear, your cock feels so fucking good, love the way you fill me, fuck me up, Seokjin, giving him the praise that he wanted and that breathless moan he liked, the one where you added a bit of underlying mischievous depth, pulling back one of your hands and tracing his plush lips, his mouth opening and pink tongue lolling out, puling you into that wetness, locking his gaze with yours.

Soft and tight around two of your fingers as you slapped your hips into his, losing a bit of your power now that a hand was occupied, intense sparks shooting from your fingertips to your core, his tongue sliding sensually between them, your juices leaking out, getting wetter and wetter, head emptying and replaced with sinful pleasure as you stared into those dark brown orbs with blown-out pupils, sparkling eyes smiling at you.

Seokjin took over and started fucking you into his mattress (and Pink Bean).

Both of you completely forgot about the dick pic.

min yoongi.

"Ah, fuck, I forgot, I need to see your dick, f-fuck!"

"It's," Smack! "A," Smack! "Little," Smack! "Busy at the moment."

"Yoongi!"

The bed shifted and hit the wall.

"Oh no," came the most unbothered oh no behind you.

"Your damn neighbors are going to complain again," you hissed, planting your hands on the mattress and lifting your upper body up a little to scowl at him. "They're so annoying."

"Yeah, that's why I like fucking you," Min Yoongi snickered, looking back with his curly black mullet in complete disarray, smirking lips dark and swollen from making out. He raised an eyebrow at your displeased expression, dark brown eyes flashing. "Something wrong? Not rough enough for you?"

You narrowed your eyes. "I need to see your dick when it's fully hard."

He raised his eyebrows. "Sure. After this one."

"Yoongi–"

He cut you off. "Hand," he ordered.

You extended your left hand out back to him and he grabbed your forearm, long fingers gripping tightly, before proceeding his railing of your pussy from behind, your ass smacking into his crotch repeatedly.

"Yoongi – ah, oof!"

You slipped and fell face first into his pillows, gasping at the altered depth of each thrust, hard and deliberate, filling you up as you clenched around him, following his rhythm by pushing back with your hips and moaning as Yoongi slowly built up the pace, bottoming out each time.

"Why do you need to see my dick?" he asked nonchalantly as if he wasn't pounding you with it right this very second.

"Because, oh fuck, someone left a, fuck, Yoongi, yes, dick pic on my phone, aaah, right there, fuck, you're so fucking good, that night of the party, the one with the wet t-shirt c-contest, fuck, Yoongi, I love your dick so much, fuck!"

"Why would I do that?" he grunted, spanking your ass with his free hand and making you claw at his sheets, pain seeping into the pleasure and amplifying it, skin prickling hot, causing the excessive dripping between your joined legs. The headboard was now repeatedly smacking the wall.

"I dunno, you were drunk too, do you remember, mmm, yes, harder, yeah, like that, telling Taehyung you loved him and that he was your favorite little alien child?"

Behind you, you heard Yoongi choke slightly in embarrassment.

"No, I do not..."

"See, maybe you jacked off and snapped a memoir on my phone."

Yoongi let go of your arm and firmly gripped your ass with two hands.

"Memoirs are written."

"Maybe if they wrote their name, I wouldn't be on this journey – ah, Yoongi!"

You grabbed fistful of sheets and snapped yourself back up, your hair messy and cascading down your shoulders, meeting every vicious slap of Yoongi's hips to yours, his balls hitting your soaked clit and sending stings of satisfaction from your core to your limbs, so good, moaning his name, his growl of yours punctuated by his nails digging into your ass, give it to me, come on, and you fucked him back, pressing your palms into his sheets and feeling the shuddering ecstasy again and again, deep pulses tightening around his hardness, making him groan with want.

"One more, one more, I'm so fucking close, fuck..."

"You've been close, you're holding back, you're a dick, ow!"

Yoongi smacked your ass particularly hard and you clenched your core so tight that he gasped and probably delayed his orgasm even further.

"You're the one asking to see it," he panted, adjusting the angle to shove you further into his bed even though it wasn't possible, and continued his relentless assault in your pussy.

"If anyone has a nice dick, it's you, you bas... fuuuuuuuck, Yoongi, yes, I'm gonna c-cum, fuck!"

The pleasure shot through you like lightning, waves of tortuous triumph as you clutched his pillow and screamed his name into it, your juices leaking out from around his pumping cock and splattering onto his crotch and inner thighs, drenching his balls, saturating his skin with your sweet scent, Yoongi moaning your name and squeezing your ass as he fully sheathed himself in your shaking walls and exploded into the condom, his whole length twitching and shivering inside your spasming pussy, your ass prickling on pain, both of you gasping for air.

Someone on the other side of the wall was banging it and told you two to shut the fuck up, or at least you assumed that's what that muffled yelling was.

You and Yoongi ignored it.

"Are you... hah... okay?" Yoongi panted, rubbing your ass and kneading it.

"Of course, I am, what do you take me for, an amateur?" you chuckled, lifting your head, your breathing erratic and uneven. "Now let me see your dick, Yoongi."

The other side of the wall kept swearing. Very colorful, very loud, very upsetti in the spaghetti.

Poor thing must not be getting laid regularly.

"Fuck, fine, you know I like staying in there at least for a little while..." he grumbled, holding the condom down as you untangled yourself from his body, sighing exaggeratedly as you turned around and yanked it off. You tossed it into the trashcan that was already beside the bed.

Yoongi had the foresight to be prepared for a night with you.

"I don't have to leave soon. We have plenty of time."

The shouting through the wall seemed to have given up, kicking it once and swearing very heatedly before stomping off.

"You better not. I'm not finished with you."

You picked up your phone and unlocked it, opening your photo gallery, pushing Yoongi down so you could wrap your fingers around his slick, semi-hard cock. It throbbed contentedly in your hand as you began to move it up and down in smooth, tight strokes, flexing your fingers to add variation in the stimulation.

"Mmm, fuck, yeah, faster..."

You pulled the photo up and put your phone on the bed beside his hip and calmly continued your movements, looking down at him, him and fair-skinned cheeks with a slight fluffiness to them, him and his lightly upturned upper lip that gave him a cat-like appearance, him and his lowered lashes over black-brown orbs that held quiet, sensual intelligence. His hair was messy from fucking you so hard, but he was effortlessly sexy regardless, leaning back on his elbows, torso lifted to watch your hand. Yoongi noticed you staring and raised an eyebrow, wispy black strands grazing his dark brow.

“What?”

You smiled.

“Just thinking you’re really hot, Yoongi.”

He cringed slightly, ears turning pink and shifted his eyes away, closing them. Your own roamed down, down his defined shoulders and toned arms and chest, sucking in a breath at the sight, that slim waist and pretty hips, his cock filling up your hand, getting harder and harder, the head getting darker from sensitivity, the slickness of the lube and his own cum making it easier for you and better for him. Your other hand traced his side, running your nails over it and you heard his low moan, raising your head and your eyes found his. He was observing you again, glancing from the photo to you, the corner of his lips tugging upwards, ticking his head to the screen.

“That it?”

You ran your nails over his skin, just the way he liked it, light, pressing in a little when it came to the upper side of his hip, seeing his pupils expand and his breathing shallow, pink tongue licking his lips slowly.

“Yeah,” you replied breathlessly.

You increased the pace, pumping him from base to head, entranced by Yoongi’s expression, desire and cockiness despite becoming unraveled in your hands, his lower body trembling under you, your thighs pressed to his tense ones, tempting you to sit on and rub yourself all over them.

“Pretty dick.”

Slap, slap, slap. Hand on wet cock, sending shivers through you and through him.

“That’s why it could be yours.”

You saw his cheeks flush light pink, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he made piercing eye contact.

“Stop.”

You gasped sharply and ceased all movement, feeling his rigid stiffness pulse against your palm.

“Look,” Yoongi commanded in that low, raspy voice of his.

You bit your lip and removed your hand, strings of fluids snapping between your fingers and his hot, taut skin. His cock was so hard that it was sticking straight up, dark and imposing, twitching slightly. Long pale fingers picked up your phone and held it next to his erection.

“Well?” he chuckled.

You chewed on your lip, squinting at the screen. Reached over and ran your wet fingers over his twitching length, hearing Yoongi hiss and gasp at your touch as you angled his dick to match up with the photo. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that difficult – the position seemed to match up perfectly. He was a little taller and thicker though. The shape of the head was similar, but also a bit off. The skin tone wasn’t quite correct either, the red-purple with subtly differing undertones. Still, lighting might affect that kind of detail. It wasn’t like you knew where this picture was taken.

“Hm… It’s really close, but not an exact match.”

“Well, damn.”

Yoongi tossed your phone aside carelessly, hand reaching out and you bent down, already knowing what he wanted, lips to lips, sliding against his body. You loved the way he kissed. Intense but soft, hand on your jaw and thumb caressing your cheek, nail grazing your earlobe, whispering into your lips, put me between your thighs, and you shifting up, closing your thighs around his wet cock, his lustful sigh and smirk on your lips, slowly thrusting in between your legs.

“Tighter.”

You hooked your ankles, one over the another and squeezed.

“Mmm, fuck yes, you’re so good…”

His words reminded you of the first time, crammed into the backseat of a small car, snuck out of a party to have Min Yoongi pull you into his grasp, tongue and lips all over you, your arms over his shoulders, wondering what you were doing because this kind of guy wasn’t your type, quiet, yes, a music nerd, yes, however he knew what he was doing, light bites on you skin making you gasp and slide down his jean-covered thigh, delicious friction to your soaked panties, tipping your head back to give that decadent mouth more access to your throat.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket. A certain someone was probably wondering where you were.

“Yoongi, how… fuck, yes, how are you so good… you’re so good…”

His deep voice over your vocal cords, vibrating them with his seductive tone.

“DND your phone,” he purred, drawing a line down your throat with his tongue, coating you with his saliva, his musky, woody cologne transferring to your shivering skin.

“What…?” you panted, unable to think straight.

He plucked it out of your back pocket, tapping it against your arm.

“Put it on do not disturb and I’ll make you cum so hard that you’ll be coming back to me all the time.”

You fumbled with your phone, strong hands scooping out your breasts from your top, those lips sinking into your cleavage and tongue ghosting over your nipples, moaning as you dropped it, ignoring Park Jimin’s text, lost in those skillful hands and that expert mouth that eventually kissed down to your pussy and drove you crazy, but not before setting your skin on fire and making you beg for it.

“Yoongi…”

His lips on yours, his eyes and your eyes both half-open, marveling at the way his lashes adorned those black brown orbs and the way he looked at you, drunk on lust and your body.

“You want me?”

Hands on your hips, grinding you down on his thigh, teasing you. He wasn’t your type, he wasn’t your type, he wasn’t your type… so why, why did that sly, knowing gaze do things to you? Why did it make your heartbeat stutter and your juices seep into the denim of his jeans, so turned on that you didn’t want anything else right now but Min Yoongi?

It just didn’t make any sense.

“Y… Yeah…”

That smirk.

“I know you do.”

You did end up coming back all the time.

He was very good and it wasn’t just his mouth.

Yoongi backed up and smirked, open-mouthed, mischievous, so fucking hot that you felt your pussy throb at the mere sight, his warm, pulsing length still jammed between your soft, closed thighs.

“You wanna ride my dick?”

You grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”

You completely forgot about the photo and spent the rest of the night on Yoongi’s cock and ignoring the yelling from his neighbors.

jung hoseok.

“Hoseokie…”

Teeth on your ear, a dexterous, teasing tongue flicking your earrings, your name coming out of that heart-shaped smile in a low, sultry whisper that contrasted it.

“You can’t come here looking like this and not expect me to want to ruin you,” Jung Hoseok purred into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Your lips curved into a smile.

You were on your knees, spread out a little, short black minidress hiked up your thighs, facing the mirrors of the dance studio. Hoseok knelt behind you, hands travelling all over your body. Deft fingers, neatly manicured nails, his sharp jaw grazing your shoulder, pulling down the thin straps. Your large hoodie was tossed to the side, scattered onto the hardwood floor in haste. The frosted door of Smile Hoya’s rented dance studio space was locked, hip-hop music blaring loudly, and in the center was you and Hoseok.

You knew he could hear your shuddering exhale well, already attuned to the sounds of your pleasure.

He smirked and kissed the top of your ear, yanking down the top of your dress.

It wasn’t like this the first time.

“Ah, well, I was hoping… wondering, ah… I don’t know how to say…?”

You were in his bedroom at the time, confused. “Yoongi said you wanted to talk to me about something? What is it, Hoseok?”

He had been very nervous, somewhat shaky, staring into your eyes. You reached over and squeezed his hand, tilting your head. He took a moment to speak, hiding his brown eyes under his blond hair.

“Uh, well, I was talking to hyung and I mentioned I… I feel like I have to put up a front sometimes. Because I’m so happy and stuff. Women expect me to be like that… in bed… And he suggested that maybe you could help me… chill out, but, uh, that’s really rude to say, ah, I shouldn’t have–”

He tried to yank his hand out of yours in panic but you held on, tugged forward by his movement. Hoseok squeaked, ears turning red, freezing in place.

“Hey.”

You held his hand and patted it with your free one, smiling gently.

“I absolutely can help you chill out when it comes to sex. What do you want to know? What do you want to do? I’ll teach you.”

You noticed his expression change from panic to worry, chewing on his lip.

“N… No, you misunderstand… It’s not having sex, I…”

He trailed off, suddenly silent. You frowned slightly, nudging him. Hoseok cleared his throat and looked you dead in the eye.

“I’m not nice.”

Now he squeezed your hand tightly, breathing in your scent.

“Or rather, I don’t want to be nice when I fuck. Sometimes I want to let go and just…” He frowned, not seeming to know the word.

You leaned in, whispering in his ear.

“Fuck?”

“Yeah, I just… don’t want to think about an image I have to uphold.”

You grinned. “Yoongi did direct you to the right woman.”

His blond hair was even lighter now, the tips dyed with navy, a soft, sexy contrast to his rich tan skin. This was now many, many fucks later, hooking up at parties, at random times at his apartment, and now at the space he rented to practice dance on his own. Hoseok liked to freestyle and feel the music. When he fucked, he liked to feel the moment.

His hands gripped your breasts and squeezed, sandwiching your nipples between his index and middle finger, tugging hard.

You gasped in his hands, just what he wanted, open-mouthed smirk and all.

“Hoseok… I have to… ah, ask you something…”

He shoved his hips into your back and you gasped at the thinness of his shorts, rubbing his hardening cock against the top of your ass. A brown orb watched you through the mirror and he was smiling that brilliant, heart-shaped smile, contrasting his forceful touch.

“What do you want to ask?” he chirped cheerfully, pinching your nipples and twisting them.

You moaned, savoring the swift, firm pain followed by the pads of his fingers rubbing the tips of your nipples, grinding your ass onto his stiff length. Your phone was in your right hand. You bit your lip, seeing him watch you carefully in the mirror. You raised the phone and unlocked it.

“Is this your dick?”

You noticed Hoseok pause and squint. You turned your phone and held at up so he could get a good look. His hands were still on your tits, although he had paused the moment to view the image, blinking rapidly at it.

“When was this taken?” He tilted his head, looking confused.

“The party with the wet t-shirt contest? The–”

“One where Yoongi grabbed Taehyung and told him he was his favorite alien child?”

“Oh? You do remember?”

Hoseok winced, as if the events of the night haunted him. “I remember… not much after that…”

“Oh…” You faltered. “So you wouldn’t remember if you took this picture on my phone, huh?”

“No, sorry.”

“Then… can I see it?”

He grinned. “You have to earn it.”

Earning it could mean anything.

Today, earning it meant cumming at least three times with Hoseok’s fingers before he even let you take off his shorts.

“H-Hoseok…!”

He always smelled so good, so fucking good, orange and musk complemented with the barely-there vanilla sweetness, a scent that always seemed to linger on your skin afterward. His lips were on your neck, leaving small bites, chuckling darkly. One hand on your nipple, the other between your legs, your dress bunched at the waist and your panties at your knees, not letting you take any of it off, forcing you to watch yourself as he wrecked you, teasing your oversensitive clit with his fingertips, slick and slippery, thighs shaking from the second orgasm and coaxing you to the third, sharp throbs of lust causing your eyes to roll back, head falling against his shoulder.

“Hoseok, p-please…”

He had no trouble holding onto you, flexible and strong, and you were grinding your hips down, lost in the feeling, leaking everywhere because he hadn’t actually put his fingers inside you yet, teasing you and teasing you and teasing you, driving you crazy, please put your fingers inside me, please Hoseok, your name murmured gently in your ear, no, not until the third time, and then I’m going to put my cock in you once you’ve shown me how good of a girl you are, and you were going to lose your mind, shivering in continued ecstasy, squirming in his hands, your own reaching back and fisting his hair and white shirt, moans masked by the loud music, so close, so close, your perfume mixing with his, sex and cologne, shivers and heat, teeth on your ear and circles rubbed onto your aching nerves.

Shallow gasps.

Peaking pleasure.

Seeing nothing but black, eyelids fluttering, wanton moans torn from your throat.

The song ended.

Hoseok removed his hand from your nipple and covered your mouth, muffling your scream as you came, taking your air and your sanity, pleasure rocketing up your core, crying out with need for something, anything, inside you, pushing your hips back into his crotch, feeling his cock swell at your bouncing ass, desperate for him.

The music began again.

Now you were on your hands and knees, suddenly released, gasping for breath, legs shaking from the aftershocks.

“Look.”

Turning around, your shaking hands pulling down his shorts hurriedly, still wearing your black dress and panties around your knees, hardly registering the inconvenience, not caring, completely focused on the semi-hard length in front of your face. No time. Hoseok gave you no time, grabbing your face and dragging your open mouth to him, sliding into your lips, his oversized shirt touching your nose, you whimpering at the hotness and tautness of his velvet skin. The fullness invaded your throat, taking your breath away. He buried himself all the way in before yanking his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside with his vest that was shed earlier, far too hot now, looking down at you through his lashes.

“Don’t choke.”

Hand in your hair, pushing you down, not letting you move as he rolled his hips into your face, the head rubbing against the rood of your mouth and your tongue pushing it up to make it tighter for him, taking him deeper, hazy and intoxicated on orange, musk and vanilla. His other hand held your phone up, unlocking it with ease.

Smirk on those lips, heart-shaped and teasing. “So? Is it mine?”

You whined, not wanting him out of your mouth.

“Your choice,” Hoseok chuckled, tone light and unassuming, the edge of danger only visible in those sparkling brown eyes. “Find out or I’ll cum in your mouth and not in that pretty pussy of yours I’m looking at right now.”

Right, because you were bent over, ass facing the mirror, wetness dripping down your inner thighs.

Fuck.

You backed up, growling, glaring at the picture you knew all too well now.

“Well?”

Fine, fine, fine, you were on this fucking Journey to the Dick, and it was starting to feel more like an annoying side mission than the actual main storyline, but, whatever, you reached up and angled Hoseok’s cock slightly, sucking in a breath with him as you looked from phone screen to the delicious real-life specimen. Hm, okay. Similar in length and color. Not in angle though. Shit. And not in width either, barely a hair slimmer and the vein placement was more prominent on Hoseok’s length than this dick.

“Fuck, it’s really fucking close but I don’t think it’s yours.”

“Shit,” Hoseok sighed, turning your phone off and tossing it onto his discarded shirt. “Oh well.”

You narrowed your eyes, pouting. “What kind of react–gah!”

Hoseok pushed you down onto the ground, pushing his shorts down to his knees and pulling out a condom from the pocket, cocking a brow. You sputtered, trying to untangle yourself from the labyrinth of your own clothes, but only managed to kick off your panties before he got the condom rolled down and pushed your legs up, lifting your ass completely off the floor.

“Can’t have this pretty ass on this dirty floor,” he snickered, lifting himself higher, bending you in half, almost on your upper back, nearly uncomfortable, but Hoseok was stronger than he looked, and when he gave you what you needed, you instantly forgot about the discomfort.

“Oooh, fuck, Hoseok!”

He plunged into you, into hot wet tightness, stretching you out easily from the previous wetness, clit throbbing as he smacked his hips down, his balls slapping against your ass, drawing out another moan as his fingers brushed your clit, making you spasm and clench around his cock as he teased the overstimulated bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, yes, so tight, so wet, so desperate for a cock to fill this hole, aren’t you?” he purred, still so sweet but with such dirty words, so handsome with his blond hair and navy tips, heart-shaped smirk and glittering eyes, and the way he said your name, dainty and serene, slowly thrusting into you, but so hard, he was so hard from being inside you, completely consumed by the physicality of the act and no longer the same man who had been worrying about how you would perceive him.

That seemed ages ago now.

Your hands reached up between your legs, running your fingers through his hair, completely forgetting about the photo of the mysterious dick and focused on the one thrusting between your legs, smiling up at him, those brown eyes and lovely jaw.

“You’re so good, Hoseok, so fucking good to me, fuck, harder, yes, ah…”

Both of you forgot about the music, fucking through the pause between them, hoping that everyone else was too busy with their own choreography to think about the hot gasps and moans exchanged between you and him in the middle of the room, the act reflected in the wall of mirrors, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing off the walls, your name and his name in breathless whispers, tight and full and hot and wet and soaring on sky-high pleasure, climbing altitude and running out of oxygen.

“Fuck, gonna cum, fuck–”

“Ah, Hoseok, yes…”

Tip, free-fall, you clamping a hand over Hoseok’s mouth and his hand over yours, screaming into each other’s palms at the intensity and the force of orgasm, smacking your hips together and holding them there, feeling his cock twitch inside you and your shivering walls clamp around him in rough, intense pulses.

It took a moment to disembark from the euphoric high.

“Hah… we should… probably not fuck here…” he gasped, falling a little, cradling your ass so it didn’t directly touch the floor.

“I’d fuck you anywhere, so that’s your fault. You need to be the voice of reason.”

He laughed, rich and infectious, and you grinned, holding his head against your breasts and hugging him tightly.

park jimin.

“I hate you.”

“Come on, Jimin.”

"I was supposed to be first!"

"Oh my God, are we going on about this again?!"

"You were supposed to suck MY dick first!"

"Stop being a fucking brat, Park Jimin!"

"No!"

You tackled him and you both fell to the floor, rolling into a mess of giant t-shirts, fierce kisses and your hands in his now red hair, fiery and hot-headed like he was being right now.

"You little–"

"Don't you dare call me little!"

"I was gonna call you a little shithead but if you wanna be a big shithead, that's fine with me!"

He pinned you down and you grabbed his waist with your legs and rammed your crotch into his black shorts, making him gasp in horny pain and crumple into his laundry that you were supposed to help him fold, but instead you were wrestling and he was complaining about not getting his dick sucked.

It was your turn to pin him down with your arms and your thighs, Jimin seeing stars as he struggled to breathe from your lower belly smacking his erection the wrong way.

"Why, ack, why did you run off saying there's a proper order?" he choked out, choking harder as your panty-covered mound sat down on his length and started rubbing up and down, smirking down at him, his red hair flaring out on his cream rug.

"'Cause there is," you replied, calm and cool.

"Order of what? Order of how you fucked us?"

"Nah, I fucked Yoongi first, remember? At that party, ages ago..." you hummed, extending the expanse of your movement, sliding up and down his thighs, his plush lips open and moaning softly, his grip on your large t-shirt tightening. It was actually his, because neither you nor Jimin knew the meaning of keeping your clothes on.

"Yeah, in my car!"

"Eh, you were drunk and playing pool with Taehyung, which, by the way, he mad cheated and you didn't even notice."

"Fuck!"

You weren't sure if that exclamation was related to your teasing or Taehyung cheating, but Jimin removed one of his hands from your shirt and flipped off the wall, in the direction of Taehyung's room.

Ah, so not you.

"Is it age order? But Namjoon isn't the oldest..." Jimin refuted himself, frowning.

"He’s first because he's kind of like the leader of you guys, isn't he? You all end up listening to his reasoning anyway."

Jimin squinted, pouting. "That's just because his tall and smart and has a fatty IQ."

You grinned. "148."

Jimin looked very annoyed that you remembered the exact number.

“I never thought about it, but other than that, it is age order, huh?” you mused, bouncing on his dick.

He shuddered with satisfaction, rolling his hips into you. “Then why would you…?”

You shrugged. “Your names sound good together like that. Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook…”

Jimin added your name last with an amused smirk. You bit your lower lip, cocking an eyebrow and sporting a devious smile, leaning down. Lips to lips, a soft sigh, remembering that night, stumbling out of Jimin’s car and tangled in Yoongi’s touch, still kissing Yoongi with your ass on the hood of the car. Jimin had been annoyed at you then too, how could you fuck him first and not me, Yoongi laughing in that raspy, sexy way of his, because I asked, dumbass, Jimin grabbing your face and kissing you right in front of Yoongi, the older man clicking his tongue and squeezing your ass tighter, unimpressed.

In some ways, that night started off the chain reaction of hey, why not me?

Okay, maybe you did have some frustrations about your dating life and ended up tumbling into their beds for, ahem, emotional support, but in your defense, they were all great when it came to emotional support.

“Sit on my face.”

“That’s not the angle of the dick pic though.”

“Then just take the pic from that position. That’s how it was taken, right?”

Sometimes, Park Jimin was a damn genius.

He was great at eating pussy too.

“Ah, fuuuck, Jimin…”

A little messy at first, humming approvingly at your taste, thrusting his tongue into you and moaning as your muscles closed in on it, your slick nectar painting those beautiful, soft lips, him pressing them to your heat, lewd kisses, tongue swiping up and down.

“Gotta clean you up so you can dirty me up,” he breathed, tracing sensual patterns in between your thighs with his tongue, small nips to make you whine, his hands on your ass, moaning into your pussy as your kiss came into contact with his rigid cock, dripping saliva and licking it back up, gyrating your tongue at the tip and licking off the pre-cum, savoring the taste, strong and almost sweet.

Everything about Jimin was sweet, even when he was frustrated with you.

“Fuck, give it to me.”

His hands on your ass, pushing you down, setting your pussy flush onto his lips, blocking off his airway and moaning hotly, desperate, needy, wanting your noises as you swallowed him, his length swelling in your mouth at the wet encasement, swirling your tongue all around.

You’re so mean. I can’t believe you wouldn’t ask me first, get on your knees, come on, aren’t you sorry?

You weren’t, not even in the slightest bit sorry for fucking Yoongi in his car, but you had enjoyed his little pout and twinge of jealousy, kisses up his muscular thighs, the same thighs you were clutching right now, one hand tucking your hair behind your ear, remembering his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down on his cock, the same cock you buried all the way into the back of your throat, blocking your own ability to breathe, suffocating on it as Jimin groaned, coming back up for air, rushing exhale washing over your skin before returning to his work on your clit, rapid, intense licks that shimmered pleasure through your veins.

Jimin made you choke on his dick after the Yoongi incident, but you were the one in control of it now, rutting the head against your throat muscles, feeling it get harder and harder. He always felt so good in your mouth, recalling him saying once, I just really like getting my dick sucked, shut up and stop shaming me, tongue and lips and saliva, remembering how much he liked it when you held the base and focused on the tip, his muffled whines getting more intense and vibrating your core, making sure to pop your lips over the bottom of the head every time you came up and then pressing them tightly as you went back down, doing it all at that fast, suffocating pace that made him stop licking you to throw his head back and moan, loud lust radiating off the walls, not caring about disturbing anyone, too absorbed into your pace to be considerate.

“F-Fuck, yeah, just like that, fuck, you’re so good…”

Jimin was part of the reason you were good.

He really liked getting his dick sucked. Your mouth was one of his favorites and usually readily available.

Win-win.

“Faster, fuck, oh, shit, I’m gonna cum, mmmphf!”

He grabbed your ass and smothering himself with your pussy, body trembling under you as his cock jerked and shot into your throat, your lips closing in, sucking hard to drink his cum, his moans filling your wet hole and tongue all over your clit, furiously licking as you rubbed the twitching head into the roof of your mouth, his hips squirming at the overstimulation, but his violent grip and nails digging into your ass was telling you to do it, telling you he loved it, telling you he needed it, begging you to do what you did best, gulping around the head and then jamming it into your throat, cutting off your air.

He sucked on your clit, hard, whining so loud that you could feel it in his chest and racing heartbeat pressed against your lower belly, almost lifting your lower half with his upper body alone, showing off his strength from dancing. You angled your head, taking as much as you could, nose in his balls, whimpering around his cock and the snap of orgasm making your entire body flinch, leaking all over his face and into his mouth, his nose buried into your pussy, tongue soothing your throbbing clit, wave after intense wave, barely breathing, lightheaded with pleasure, clutching his thighs tightly, naked bodies suddenly dirty, surrounded by clean laundry.

Jimin yanked his head out from between your legs, panting in satisfaction, diving back in to shove his tongue on your quivering hole and scoop out your orgasm, sucking it out to drink it, murmuring your name into your slick juices.

“You taste so fucking good, fuck…”

You came up for air, gasping, tongue lolling out, holding his cock and rubbing the slit against your wet muscle. His stiff length twitched, still hard because of your mouth.

“Take the picture, mmm, yes, did you forget?” Jimin gasped into your pussy.

You fumbled with your phone beside his leg, still reeling from orgasm and Jimin’s continued ministrations, putting it in selfie mode and seeing the lower half of your face, chin shiny with saliva, his cum dripping off your lower lip, his cock in front of your face and naked chest, your breasts pressed into his abs.

You thought about licking off the visible cum, but then you decided against it, snapping the photo with your tongue hovering close to his rock-hard erection.

You knew the composition of the inspirational dick pic now, so you brought it up in a photo editing app, putting the two side by side while wrapping your lips around the head of Jimin’s cock, sucking it leisurely like a lollipop. He didn’t ask you to get off.

Instead, he planted your pussy into his face and suffocated himself with it again.

You studied the two photos. Hm. Firstly, yours was much sexier. No offense to white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black boxer briefs guy, but your glistening cum-covered lips and squashed tits in the background of the cock made the photo eons better than his. Jimin would definitely be asking for yours later. Anyway, back to the picture. Hmm. Jimin’s dick was slightly shorter and straighter, with a warmer skin tone to his purple-red tip, although the head shape was spot on. Was that possible to have a different length but almost identical head shapes? Did dicks work that way? Did Jimin have an equally sexy twin brother or doppelganger somewhere?

Hm, a threesome with basically two Jimins would be hot as hell.

He patted your leg and you climbed off him, sighing as you rolled over and pursed your lips, concluding that his wasn’t the mystery dick. Once again, close, but no dick. Wait. That wasn’t the saying. Eh, whatever.

“Fuck, send me that photo later, I’m gonna jack off to it.”

You laughed, feeling him crawl beside you and roll you onto your stomach, pinning you down with his naked body. “You wanna jack it to your own dick?”

He was rubbing said dick into the crevice of your ass cheeks now, using your saliva was lube. “Fuck yeah I wanna jack it to my own dick with your lips covered with my cum and your titties on my stomach, sounds fuckin’ hot.”

“You’re such a pervert, Jimin.”

“And you aren’t?”

The front door slammed shut. There was a loud yell of your name in deep baritone.

“Aw, hell no, I’m getting it in this pussy first, I got time before he comes to collect,” Jimin growled, reaching into his discarded shorts and ripping open a condom, scrambling off you and rolling it down his still-hard length, grabbing one of your legs.

You shifted to your side, glaring at him. “What am I, taxes?”

The deep voice called your name again, asking where you were.

He didn’t have to wait long for an answer though, because Jimin thrust into you and you ended up moaning Kim Taeyang’s name to inform him of your whereabouts, causing Jimin to bend over and fuck you hard and rough.

“I can’t believe you would moan his name like that with my dick inside you,” Jimin growled, looking far too cute to actually be pissed at you. “Gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be sore for him.”

Everything about Jimin was sweet, even when he was firmly fucking you into his floor and making you yelp as Taehyung burst the door open, sighing at the scene.

“Who would have fucking guessed what you two are doing…”

kim taehyung.

"You're so fucking stubborn."

"Wow, that's really rude, I don't make comments about your–"

"Shut up, I'm deleting his number."

You narrowed your eyes and frowned, sitting with one leg bent on Kim Taehyung's bed. He was currently in possession of your phone, clicking his tongue and pressing buttons on the screen.

"When someone tells you to leave them alone, you leave them alone," he scolded.

You cowered slightly, eyes shifting. "I was only asking if he was doing anything this weekend... I didn't have any ulterior motives..."

Taehyung squinted. You deliberately avoided his gaze. He sighed, crossing his arms. You were still wearing Jimin's shirt with nothing underneath so, uh, maybe he had good reason to be suspicious.

"You have a virgin kink."

You choked on nothing. "What, no, I don't–"

Taehyung reached over to his desk and put on the thin, gold-framed glasses he kept there. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. You abruptly stopped talking and gawked at him, breathless at the way his dark brown orbs were bordered by gold and his long, black-brown hair, the rest tied back in a small ponytail.

"And a glasses kink."

He took them off and you sucked in a tight breath, grimacing.

"That's why you keep going after these kinds of guys," Taehyung tutted, neatly folding the specs and placing them back on his desk. "And why you bonked Namjoon-hyung so fast, only to realize that he is not, in fact, a virgin."

"W-Well, he's still good..."

"Same reason why you got so excited when–"

"Look," you cut in, chopping the air with your hand, not letting Taehyung finish. His eyebrow seemed permanently raised. "I'm off my bullshit for now, no? I've got a mission–" You pointed to your phone and he held it out of your reach. You scowled and bounced back down into the bed. His eyes weren't following your face, but you ignored it. "–and I'll stop okay?"

Taehyung cocked his other eyebrow.

"Serious. You just deleted all the numbers except you and your friends, right?"

He turned the screen, thumb hovering over a certain number. Him and his friends were listed from one to seven, in order.

His thumb was over number seven.

"Don't," you whined. "Please, Tae."

His brows lowered, serious expression on his handsome face.

Then he smirked, dumping your phone on the bed.

"Silly girl," he drawled, crawling onto the bed, advancing towards you, sultry gaze and enchanting eyes making you forget about your device. "Why would I do that? He likes you so much."

You growled slightly, letting him push you down but not relenting. "That's really fucked up."

"That I wanna hear you say please?"

His hand lifted and cupped your chin, mischievous smile, unable to contain his pride for his little trick, sliding his leg between your thighs, tilting his head.

"Not just any please," he murmured, deep voice silky smooth, dark curled stands brushing against your cheeks he leaned in, hot exhale on your lips. "Your needy please when I threaten to take your precious Jungkookie from you."

You tried to close your legs but he stopped you with his knee, tilting his head, highly amused at your narrowed eyes.

"You don't like it?" He was leaning down, feathery kisses on your lips and cheeks. "I know you like it when I tease you." His honey voice was dripping into the fire, turning into fuel that fed the sparks of arousal, your hands coming up to clutch his black shirt, pulling down the center zipper, his deep chuckle in your skin, hand from your chin sliding up to your hair, the other tapping down your front, grazing the thin t-shirt material.

"Don't..." you gasped, his deft touch toying with the hem. “Don't use the others against me. That's not fair...”

“Mmm, yeah?”

Drawing circles on your inner thigh with his nail, nicking the skin.

"You only want to think about me?"

Your phone hummed with a notification. Taehyung chuckled, fingers creeping closer and closer.

"Aw, I wonder who that is? But that's too bad, because you're all mine right now."

You gasped, clutching his open shirt as his fingers slid in, two because you were already wet, shallow breathing and lidded eyes telling him enough, taking your lips with his, pace slow and steady and maddening, spreading your legs with his knees, forcing you to tip your hips up to him in an embarrassing position.

Then again, embarrassment during sex wasn't part of your vocabulary.

You pushed his black shirt down one shoulder and reached in, your fingers snaking to the hem of the white undershirt and stroking his skin, his satisfied exhale hot against your neck, you remembering the way the water drenched the fabric and stuck it to his golden tan skin, playfully flexing his defined chest and biceps, adorable and arousing because Kim Taehyung was both. He separated his digits inside your pussy to create a loud, sharp, wet squelch. You heard him grin, smug at the dirty sound, then begin plunging his fingers in and out, in and out of the tightness, trying to be as noisy as possible. You clenched your core to make him work for it, force him to be rougher with you, his fingers curling in your hair, yanking firmly, lips on your ear.

"See, how can those boys you pick keep up with you, hm? They won't know what to do with your pretty, sexy self," he purred, faster, harder, pushing you to the edge with your heated moan and your hands all over his chest, lifting your hips to meet his touch. "You need us to take care of you, don't you?"

Fuck, the way Taehyung said your name.

Like it was a decadent sweet he was craving, a taste compared to no other.

Your head fell back into the pillows, breathing in his warm scent in shallow puffs, his name pouring out of your lips, yearning and desire.

"Mmmm, Taehyung...."

Melting you into it, sweet bliss and sharp jerks of your hips into his hand, gasping at the flood of euphoria, trying to squeeze your thighs around his hand and stopped by his open legs. Your throbbing pussy gripped his fingers and made him hiss, his devious smirk growing as you lowered your chin again to look into those dark eyes, shivering under his intense gaze.

“Let’s play a little game.”

His tongue slid out, lickings your lips lightly.

“It’s called, how many fingers can I stuff in you before you’re begging for my dick?”

“What kind of – oh, f-fuck!”

One more.

Aching tightness, clenching your jaw, trembling at the ease of it, Taehyung cocking an eyebrow.

“Ah, yeah, three’s too easy, huh? You already warmed up.”

One more.

“Fuck, Tae, fuck!”

His dark eyes glittering, pleased at your reaction.

“That’s better. That’s what I wanna hear.”

Whines in your throat as he picked up the pace, fast and hard, clutching his shirt and his side, your nails digging in, stretched out and stuffed with four, your eyes rolling back and one leg sliding up to hook around his waist, meeting each thrust, so deep, so full, so wet, loud and obvious and uncaring of who was listening – probably Jimin with a huge smirk on his face – panting Taehyung’s name over and over, feeling the strength in his hold and his grip in your hair, pulling lightly, shooting pricks of pain down your head to meet the oppressive pleasure brimming in your core, closer, closer.

“What do you want?” Taehyung growled, that deep voice dangerously low.

“Y-Your c-cock, p-please…” you managed to gasp out, chasing it, chasing the fullness and the depth.

“Can you take it? Can you take it like the good girl you are?”

“A-Ah, yes, please Tae, want it,” you moaned, your fingernails digging into his back, scratching down as your orgasm shattered through you, making your whole body shake and shiver from the intensity, him pulling out. Your moan turned into a hoarse whimper, squirming as he rubbed your clit with his slick fingers, spanking it and teasing it, rocketing you into peaks and valleys of cut-off ecstasy that drove you insane, clawing at his clothes, desperate for his body on yours.

“What’s your magic word?”

“Please.”

He grinned at you despaired tone.

“That’s it.”

It took no time at all, your shirt flung aside, Taehyung losing his clothes that were already half-off, hot body to hot body, heated kisses and rummaging in his nightstand drawer, groaning into his mouth as his cock slapped your thigh, hard and thick and ready, dripping pre-cum on you before he yanked you up on top of him, ripping open the condom.

“Work for it.”

Lacing your fingers in his, sliding down onto that impressive girth and gasping as it twitched inside you, rolling your hips down onto it, better than his fingers, bouncing on it with your tits following your rhythm, squeezing his hands. Taehyung liked this kind of intimacy, the kind where he was grinning like the devil under you but still holding your hands as you railed yourself with his dick, rough and hard with your own smug smile, a little erratic but somehow good that way.

He made you work for it and you were good at working for it.

You found a good rhythm and – ba dum tss – rode it, leaning forward to deepen the angle and make it last longer, pulsing around his length with your tight walls, control and power and endorphins, each smack adding to the lewd melody that mixed with heavy moans and shuddering gasps, bringing Taehyung on your rollercoaster, his hips rising, your name rumbling in his chest, blood thudding in your ears at the baritone depth.

“Yes, such a good girl, gonna make me cum, don’t you want me to cum for you?” he panted, fishing for the magic word, bouncing one of his dark brows, his long hair flared out on his pillows, high cheekbones and strong features no longer hidden by wayward strands.

Your tongue between your teeth, grinning wide.

“Yes, please.”

The right inflection of winded want, maybe a little mischievous, but Taehyung liked that, for there was no fun in someone who was too easy.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”

He squeezed your hands and thrust his hips up fiercely, shock bolting from your core to your spine to your head, your head snapping back, gasp torn from your throat, flooding his crotch with your juices, overstimulated clit rubbing on the base of his cock and Taehyung was gone too, husky groan falling from his lips, slamming his hips up and locking his legs, shooting jerks of cum into the condom, aftershocks causing you to lose hold on your knees, moan pitching higher as you slipped down on his throbbing length, trapped on it because Taehyung wasn’t going to lower you until he was done, the head pulsing inside you, squeezed out by your shivering walls.

“T… Tae… the picture…”

“Ah… yeah… hold on… lay down for me…”

He wasn’t going to let you leave without his mark anyway.

“Serious?”

“Deadly.”

You laid back against the pillows, spent, holding your phone, Taehyung straddling your chest and stroking his slick cock, plops of cum and lube falling onto your chest, messy dark hair curling around his handsome face. You could see the purple-red head peek out from between his fingers, hear the steady slapping as he pumped it back to full hardness.

“Alright, let’s see.”

Your chest was rattling but you raised your phone, bringing up the picture as Taehyung gripped the base of his cock, lifting it up slightly to put it in position. You squinted at the screen, looking from the photo dick to the real one. Of course. He was definitely bigger, a little thicker, but strangely, the color was almost the same. Was that lightning or similar skin tone? Or perhaps men with really nice dicks just happened to have Taehyung’s tan complexion?

You wouldn’t question it if it was true.

“You’re bigger,” you sighed, tossing your phone aside.

Taehyung smirked proudly. “What a surprise.”

“We all knew that, even before I saw it.”

He chuckled, going back to fisting his cock. “That’s because Jimin has a big mouth and likes to spread rumors.”

“You like that he spends rumors.”

Taehyung shrugged, but his sly expression wouldn’t be hidden even as he shook his head to cover part of his face with his long brown hair, curtaining half of it with darkness, teasing and effortlessly sexy.

“Ready?”

“Mhm, do it.”

You raised yourself onto your elbows, smiling wide, watching his breathing shallow and his eyes close, losing himself in it, faster and tighter, the wetness audible, strong thighs shuddering at your sides. Then he sucked in a breath, hissing your name and tipping forward, painting viscous white strings onto your collarbones and tits, pushing his shuddering cock up and down to spread it out, your clavicle now sticky and covered in his strong scent.

Taehyung ticked his head, lips in a devil’s smile, chest heaving with exertion.

“Your cum necklace is extra pretty today. Take a selfie for me so I can jack off to your cute face later.”

jeon jungkook.

“Jungkook?”

Jeon Jungkook shrieked your name like you were Michael Myers and he was Jamie Lee Curtis, flinging himself onto his computer monitor and mashing the power button to turn it off, his long purple hair flying everywhere, brown orbs like saucers, entire body shaking so bad that even his eyebrow piercing was vibrating.

He froze like that.

You blinked at him from the doorframe of his rented studio room, one hand on the knob and the other holding up your phone like a kitchen knife.

His leather bomber jacket was hung over the back of his rolling chair. The chair was currently slowly sliding across the floor, away from him and his panic. Jungkook was wearing a sleeveless black shirt and loose black jeans.

For a guy scared shitless, his pants were pitching a very impressive tent.

Had he been watching porn?

“Er… I knocked…?” you said slowly, pointing to the door. “Do you not hear me?”

“Um, uh, n-no,” Jungkook sputtered, looking you up and down. “No, I d-didn’t.”

“I said I was coming by today. Via text?”

“Was that today?” he echoed hollowly like a ghost in a shell, the end of his question pitching to a higher octave. He coughed and cleared his throat. “Ah. Sorry. I think I f… forgot…” He was not looking at your face, instead staring at your thighs and your shorts, tight and tiny, shredded black denim paired with a loose, long-sleeved black top that read in bold, white, graphic, letters...

REALITY SUCKS.

You pointed to the turned-off monitor.

"Were you watching porn?" you asked cheerfully.

Jungkook's ears turned red.

"Yes," he blurted.

Silence.

A bird cawed outside.

You nodded, closing the door. You tilted your head and locked it, just in case, before waltzing into Jungkook's film studio space, bouncing on the heels of your large black sneakers. "If you're gonna watch porn, you should lock the door. What were you watching? Is it lesbian porn again? Can I–?"

You reached over to turn the screen back on and Jungkook's tattooed hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, yanking you away from it and to him. You blinked rapidly, confused at his tight grip.

"N-No, you can't see. You can't," he sputtered, pinning you against his hard body.

You frowned, annoyed. "Why not? I like porn." You squirmed against him, but he sandwiched you between his forearms, forcing you to look up and face him, thinning your mouth into a line. He gulped, eyes shifting, holding your body against his. His lower lip trembled, mole underneath bouncing with his uncertainty.

"I... It wasn't porn..."

You stopped struggling, confused. "Huh?"

Those dark chocolate eyes found yours, looking guilty.

"I was looking at your pictures."

You blinked rapidly. "What?"

"You know... the ones I take of you sometimes... You said it was okay..."

Ah, yes. Jungkook liked to take pictures of you. He had mumbled that it was because he needed practice and, later in bed, he admitted it was because he considered you his muse, an inspiration of sorts, so would it be okay if, maybe, you just turned a little and laid in his covers just like... like that, yeah, could he take maybe one photo?

"Sure, knock yourself out, dude."

A bit later, far too late, you had realized that had been maybe too chill of a response, but Jungkook seemed to prefer that and he acted less awkward about it every other time he asked to take a picture. They weren't usually dirty pictures. Although you were naked in some of them, they weren't quite inappropriate, every single one framed with delicate, well-thought-out composition. You always sighed and told him he made you look better than you actually were.

Jungkook always insisted you were consistently beautiful.

You pointed between your bodies.

"Were you gonna get off to them or something?" you cheerily inquired, bumping against his pitched denim tent.

"N-No!"

His ears turned scarlet and he jerked sideways, but you held onto him, hands firmly on his hips, not letting him twist away. He quickly covered his ears and pouted at you.

"I was... I just missed you."

You smiled, squeezing his ass. "I missed you too, Jungkook."

Your tone was soft, gentle. He stilled and lowered his hands, lips parting at your words, slightly surprised, incredibly adorable.

His dick twitched in his pants and jabbed your crotch.

A pause.

Jungkook's eyes shifted to the side, mumbling under his breath. "And, yeah, okay, I got horny, but that's only because it's you..."

"That's great, since I definitely wanted to look at your dick as soon as possible!"

His eyes went wide.

You smiled widely.

Then he said something unexpected.

"Ow."

You looked down and backed up as Jungkook frowned and reached down to shift his rock-hard length in his pants, sighing in relief.

"Zipper was killing me..." he grumbled, running a hand through his purple hair.

"We should just take it off then."

"Pardon, we should wha–ah!"

You grabbed fistfuls of his black top and yanked it up and over his head, causing Jungkook to sputter in confusion, throwing his hands up as you unsheathed his muscular torso, leaning in, breathing on his skin, leaving him to untangle himself as your lips closed onto his dark nipple, tongue teasing the small nub.

"Ah, fuck!"

You lifted your lips, tongue still extended, looking up to see him flinging the shirt aside, his long purple hair messy and wild, tattooed arm and un-inked arm lifting, pushing his hair away from his face, his chest rising to your wet muscle, gasping. You had a clear view of that cute little mole under his lower lip, trembling with pleasure before Jungkook looked down at you, hazy chocolate orbs fanned by black lashes, breathing hard.

You ticked an eyebrow, licking slow circles, lips closing in again, sucking daintily.

He bit his lip and let it slowly tease out while you simultaneously teased him, your name leaving his lips in a low moan. You danced your fingertips up his thigh, nail tracing the seams of his jeans, kissing across his chest, his eyes following you, hips rocking into your touch, following your pace, letting you command it. His head tipped back as you kissed down his abs, whimpering with want, curling his fingers into fists.

Jungkook always made you feel like you were touching him for the first time.

"You're not a virgin?"

"No?" Jungkook had repeated after the first time you had fucked him, sounding confused. "I'm just like this? Is that bad?"

"W... well... no, and now that I think about it, you were suspiciously good..."

"You didn't like it?"

You had turned to look at him and, fuck, the way he looked at you, so cute and innocent, uh oh, and then the slightest hint of an open-mouthed smirk dancing on those shapely pink lips, reminding you of someone else.

"Namjoon-hyung said that's what you were into. Is he wrong?"

Voice so deep and so smooth, gliding over you like butter.

You almost hastily defended yourself but one look into those roguish, yet genuine, chocolate eyes and you couldn't lie.

"But... you should enjoy yourself too..."

Jungkook had grinned, endearing and heart-thuddingly handsome. "I do. I told you, this is how I am. You're just my type."

"And what's that?'"

He had pinned you back onto the bed, leaning in.

"Hot and horny."

Turns out.

Seemed to be a running theme with all eight of you.

Right now, his pants were falling and you were sliding up as your hand was sliding down, shushing him quietly, your other hand dancing up his neck and pulling his head down.

"Someone's gonna hear you," you whispered to his open lips, tone and touch implying you didn't give a shit who was listening, wrapping your fingers around his stiff cock the second he pushed his black boxer briefs down, his shivering moan tickling your cheek. His right hand came up to cradle your head and lean it against his, begging whines for you to move, pairing it with an irresistible, husky hiss of your name.

"Please..."

He liked it tight and he liked it rough, liked the way you could lock your fingers and keep that nearly suffocating pace, closing his eyes with a flutter and moaning into your skin, curtaining you with purple, his grip in your hair tightening as you built that speed, filling the rented studio with his silvery, erotic cries.

"Someone out there is going to think you're watching porn," you teased, nudging him with your nose, looping a finger back to smear the pre-cum over the swollen head. He bucked his hips into your hold, lips pressed to your cheek, intoxicated groan warming your skin.

"Kiss me and breathe into my mouth..."

You couldn't say no, not with his voice so soft and pleading like that, not with that edge of nervousness. Fuck, the way Jungkook succumbed to your kiss, uncontrollable tremors taking over his shoulders, hot taut skin twitching in your palm indicating he was close, and you almost broke away to say that he shouldn't cum like this, it'll be messy and get on the floor, but he grabbed your face and didn't let you go, whimpering in his throat, wordlessly telling you to do it, exhale into his throat and he groaned in his chest, long, drawn-out, consumed by lust, and maybe it was bad, but you loved it, loved the way he wanted it so bad, wanted you to push the air out of his lungs and suffocate his pulsating cock with your grip, pre-cum leaking between your fingers, finally pulling back and gasping, his lashes fluttering helplessly.

"G-Gonna cum, f-fuck!"

You had to think fast, looking down for a moment and feeling his cock jerk in your hand, swiftly switching to cupping the dark red head, thick white cum suddenly spurting your palm, Jungkook burying his face into your hair to muffle his wail, your scalp hot with his released exhale and your hand covered in his heated release.

You breathed in, smirking at the scent of dirty gratification.

"Jungkook..."

He whined softly, hips quivering as you covered his jerking length with your cum-covered hand, spreading it all over and getting him hard again.

"There's this picture..."

"Mmm, yeah, the h-hyungs told me... don't stop..."

You swung your hips from side to side, free hand running down his chest, your eyes roaming his toned body, his tattooed arm still hovering over your head, long fingers tangled in your hair still, squatting down and opening your mouth, tongue dancing out and licking your hand and the side of his purple-red length, wet sloppy kisses, slurping up his cum and moaning on the throbbing head, making sure that he could feel the sinful heat.

"Give me... oooh, fuck, give me your phone..."

Your hand left his abs reluctantly, tugging your phone out of your ass pocket and holding it up for him as your mouth closed around his cock, swallowing it all, eyes closing, cramming all of him until the head hit your inner throat and your lips pressed against his crotch, knees on the tile floor, thighs spread, hands poised in the air, unable to breathe.

Click.

You cracked open one eye to see Jungkook holding your phone above your head, teasing smirk on his shapely lips, mole winking at you.

“For me?” he asked, not quite innocent.

It was the first time Jungkook had taken an actual dirty picture.

You shrugged as if to say, sure, pulling back as he turned the phone around, the dick in question on the screen. You eased off his length, licking it clean, bringing up your wet hand covered in his cum, popping your lips off the engorged tip and sliding your fingers in your wet lips, tongue wriggling between your fingers, inspecting the two dicks. Jungkook was still hard – so hard that his cock was sticking straight out, almost mimicking the photo. You had to crouch a little more, tilting your head and placing your fingertips on his balls, raising his dick a little on the back of your hand, smearing saliva and pre-cum on your skin.

Yon continued to lick, grazing the underside of his length with your tongue and then pulling back, eyes going from the photo to the real thing.

Jungkook moaned above you, clutching your phone tightly, knuckles white under black tattoos.

Hm.

You tilted your head.

One way.

Then the other.

Hmmm?

Hmmmmmmm.

“W… What?” Jungkook stuttered above you.

You pursed your lips at the tip of his cock, swiping your tongue over it and sucking off the pre-cum. He gasped, hips shaking, threatening to shove it into your lips.

“It doesn’t look like your dick at all.”

“What?” He sounded startled.

You pointed with your dry hand. “The shape is a little off, you’re longer and slightly bigger, and the color is different.” You sighed, whooshing hot air over his soaked, taut skin, Jungkook whimpering. You squinted slightly.

“Still…”

You tapped your lips with his cock, thinking.

“I think he wears the same underwear brand as you.”

“He does?” Jungkook squeaked, spinning the phone around and blinking at it.

You shrugged. “And for some reason, the position of his hips reminds me of you. I don’t know why…”

He chewed his lower lip, staring at the phone.

“Oh well.”

You stood up abruptly at your words and plucked the phone out of his hand, putting it on his desk.

“If it’s not you, it’s not you. Let’s fuck.”

Jungkook yelped as you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and began stripping off your clothes.

That was his reaction that one time you lost strip poker to Kim Seokjin and him at that one party, not that your cared because you didn’t bother learning the rules. You had other priorities and they involved getting mostly naked and then pinning Seokjin down to make out with him as Jungkook gawked at the other side of the table, half-clothed, clutching his cards.

“I can… go…?” he had sputtered.

You surfaced from Seokjin’s plush lips, his hands around your bare waist, the taller man gasping for air, reeling from your kiss.

“I still have one more piece of clothing to go, Jungkook.”

Side of your lower lip between your teeth, cocking an eyebrow, swaying your panty-covered ass at those huge brown eyes.

“You can help, you know.”

Fun night.

His eyes were huge now too, your back against the wall and him rolling the condom down, lifting your leg and sliding into you, gasping at your tightness, leaning down to kiss you again, greedy and ravenous, his hips jerking upwards, forcing you on tiptoe. Your hands were on his shoulders, nails digging into that soft skin and strong muscle.

“F-Fuck me, Jungkook, mmm, fuck, yes…”

You didn’t really get to talk during that strip poker night because your mouth was full of Seokjin’s dick as Jungkook’s pounded you from behind, but it would be a crime to complain about such things.

You met your hips to his to deepen his thrust, enjoying his strength, powerful and steady, fucking you against the wall, wet slaps and soft moans filling the room between harsh kisses, lips swelling from the fervor, your ass even rhythmically smacking into the wall, but neither of you cared, your leg around his slim waist and his right arm wrapped around it, his fingers digging into your thigh, black tattoos and tan skin gleaming from sweat, his other hand clutching a fistful of your ass and ramming your drenched pussy down on his stiff cock, grinning at your soft cry of his name, staring into his eyes and not looking away, spellbound by chocolate orbs framed by wispy strands of purple.

“You always feel so fucking good…”

You pulsed around him, feeding the fire, wanton exhales mixing, dick pic forgotten.

“Hah…”

You rolled over, sighing loudly.

“Haaaaaaah…”

“You still fixated on that dick?” a deep, unimpressed voice said next to you.

You frowned and planted your phone with the inspirational dick on your face, praying for it to come to life and choke you.

“I never found out who it was…” you mumbled.

“Well, it is Saturday night. We can go crash a party and maybe you can find that dick!” exclaimed a joyful voice, poking your side. Your phone slid off your face and clattered to the floor. A cheerful hand covered in colorful clay rings waved at you and your gaze shifted to Jung Hoseok and his blond and pink hair. He was too cute and you were unable to help yourself as you looked at him, matching his heart-shaped smile.

“Nah,” you tutted. “If it’s not one of you guys… the dick isn’t worth it.”

You closed your eyes and sighed again, long and with longing.

“If it makes you feel better, we don’t know who it is either.”

You laughed hearing Kim Namjoon’s deep, serious voice. “How would you guys find out?”

“I know a lot of things,” Park Jimin’s angelic, light voice chirped.

“Too many things,” Kim Taehyung’s baritone voice remarked coolly.

“Are you gonna eat that slice of pizza, Jungkook?”

“Yeah, hyung, I am, no, stop–”

“Give Seokjinnie-hyung a bite!”

“Over my dead body!”

“Then you’re dead to me, boy! Respect your elders!”

You heard some slapping and flailing about, but didn’t open your eyes.

“He’s probably not a virgin anyway. Virgins don’t snap pics like that on strangers’ phones.”

You cracked an eye open and narrowed it at the form laying on the ground beside you. Min Yoongi was messing with his phone. His head was on a huge pillow that he wasn’t sharing. He seemed to notice your glare and turned his head to raise a lazy eyebrow at you, cat-like eyes shrouded by black hair.

“Isn’t that what you’re into?” he taunted.

Your eye twitched.

You growled, sitting up. “I’m not into virgins, damnnit! I just like listening to people who are knowledgeable about their interests, like how Namjoon goes on about human philosophy, and how Seokjin never shuts up about MapleStory, and like how you talk about music theory. Just because I don’t understand right away doesn’t mean I don’t try,” you snapped, prodding Yoongi’s firm pecs through his t-shirt. He didn’t move, completely unbothered as you continued your tirade. “I don’t know anything about TikTok, but I like listening to Hoseok talk about the latest dance and fashion trends. Jimin’s the only reason I don’t make an ass of myself at parties because he knows everything about everyone so I don’t accidentally sit in a taken person’s lap and cause trouble. Taehyung’s always following that animal rescue Instagram and giving me cool facts about all these different creatures. Jungkook can go on for hours about cameras. I still don’t think I even know how to work the aperture function on DSLRs, but as long as he will continue to explain, I’ll listen.”

You sucked in a deep breath and seethed.

“So what’s the difference?”

“What?” you scowled.

Yoongi shrugged casually.

“Why do you keep chasing dorks with glasses struggling to get stupid graduate degrees when the people you spend the most time with are here with you right now, ready to fuck you at any time?”

“That’s–”

Your words died in your throat, Yoongi’s words finally sinking in.

Silence.

“Hyung, I’m struggling to get a grad degree…” Namjoon cut in, but the black-haired man on the floor lifted a finger and sliced the air, quieting him instantly. Yoongi was watching you carefully, head tilting at your frozen state. Your brain seemed to have ceased function. His lips curved into a slow, open-mouthed smirk.

Yoongi dropped the bomb on you.

“Didn’t you think it was a bit suspicious that the dick had elements from all of ours, but never quite matched up?”

W… What?

Your head whipped to your fallen phone and you scrambled with it, bringing up the dick pic again. The photo showed up at the party with the wet t-shirt contest. Your phone has disappeared for two hours during said party. Everyone was drunk. No. Everyone had gotten drunk after your phone had mysteriously been found and returned to you. You spent the night in various laps doing various naughty things, not bothering to check your phone after retrieving it, leaving it as a later you problem. You filed through your memories, recalling their faces as you showed each and every one of them the photo.

Hold on.

“Didn’t you think it was a bit weird, almost as if…”

They weren’t as weirded out as one might be, seeing some random dick on your phone.

As if…

“As if one of us is good at photo manipulation, perhaps,” Yoongi purred.

As if they had expected to see such a photo.

Click.

You whipped your head to the left and a whirlwind of dark purple hair went flying under the coffee table, hiding behind broad shoulders, chestnut brown hair, and full lips forming an ‘o’. At the same time, the realization hit you like a falling piano from the sky.

“Did you all…” you choked, mechanically jerking from face to face, Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and lastly, back at Seokjin because Jungkook was cowering behind him, large brown doe eyes behind a massive shoulder. “D-Did you all…?”

No way.

“Did you all take a dick pic and Photoshop them together into one superdick photo and PLANT IT ON MY PHONE?!”

One look at those seven faces and…

YUP.

Taehyung laughed, loud and rich, nudging Namjoon with his elbow. “Told you she wouldn’t check the details of the photo and realize it was from an outside source.”

You started and swiped around. The file name was close enough to your camera photos’ file names, but upon closer inspection…

“Oh my God…”

“She’s very easily distracted by dick,” Hoseok chuckled, infectious grin on his face.

“I am not!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Jimin, do not whip out your dick.”

You heard your name being called softly and looked up, clutching your phone, still stunned and flabbergasted that you had been lusting after a fake dick that was a fuckin’ Megazord of the seven dicks currently surrounding you and those seven were the very dicks that tricked you!

On purpose!

For what?

FOR FUN!

(GG, no re)

They got you good.

Your irritation immediately dissipated when your eyes found those anxious chocolate ones, long purple strands curling around his cheek, curious open mouth with the small mole underneath barely visible.

“Are you mad?” Jungkook asked quietly, pink lips curving into an irresistible pout.

Oh.

Shit.

Before you could quickly say, no, of course not, Jungkook, it was funny, I’m not mad at all, you felt a dark presence by your shoulder, raspy chuckle by your ear, sending shivers down your spine, whispering your name, devious and smokey.

“Whose idea do you think it was?” Yoongi murmured.

You stared into chocolate eyes.

Innocent.

Or…?

Jungkook’s pout disappeared.

His dark eyebrow cocked, mischievous smirk gracing those irresistible lips. No, not just him. Lowered lids and midnight blue hair, smug expression with a dimple. Kim Namjoon. Lifted chin, looking down at you with a sheepish yet wicked smile on full lips. Kim Seokjin. The black head of hair leaning his chin on your shoulder, laugh like a seductive purr. Min Yoongi. Tilted head balanced on long fingers decorated with colorful rings and bracelets, sly heart-shaped smile. Jung Hoseok. Shit-eating grin fanned by red hair, bouncing a perfectly manicured eyebrow. Park Jimin. Long dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, spare strands framing a moody, handsome face with a glint of playful cunning. Kim Taehyung.

And then, Jeon Jungkook.

“The hyungs thought it was a great idea,” he drawled, silvery and sweet, looking extremely pleased with himself, running his tattooed hand through his purple hair, unquestionably guilty, but despairingly angelic in appearance.

These fucking…. Seven Kings of Duality!

You were positively fuming.

Silence.

An owl hooted outside the window.

“YOU PUNKS!”

You threw yourself over the coffee table and horny chaos ensued.

2021.09.01 - JK birthday drabble 2021.10.02 - Namjoon birthday drabble

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