#I made Omega's hair float because...I wanted to....

[fell-maverick]

One of the drawings is a little off its timing but otherwise this came together well.

This was fun to do, it's nothing super amazing.

But it's mine. I made it, and I like it.

And I hope folks who decide to give this a watch like it too.

And if ya don't, ah well, thanks for giving it a shot!

[whalesforhands]

what’s yours is mine (1/?)

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pairing: geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru

You don’t know a lot of things, and you readily admit that. What you do know, is that the friends you’ve made aren’t something you will ever regret. Until your physical body weakens and becomes nothing, you’re more than happy to give your all until you wither away.

What’s yours can be theirs, too. They’re your friends, after-all. (Omegaverse, rating may change with every update.)

“Ito Saya, reporting in for your daily broadcast. In a noteworthy shift, Omegas are increasingly finding more employment opportunities in positions of power. With a positive trend towards reduced oppression of—“

You’re averse to this sort of thing. A folly, something you can barely care about as your eyes squint at big words floating around the screen, a pretty lady holding papers and looking all serious and… Boring. TV shows are supposed to be fun, supposed to be playing that anime you had been waiting all week to see, supposed to be… Interesting so that you can feel less alone.

You definitely don’t want some silly lady on the screen talking about— Those things that you can barely understand. Why do they always talk so much? A picture could probably end their entire long spiels in seconds.

Your nose scrunches, your fingers cupping your chin like those TV characters did when they were thinking really hard. So why don’t they just use pictures? They’re more colourful and tell you stuff faster, won’t they? It’s not your fault that the TV station people are always so inefficient.

(It’s the television’s fault isn’t it? Definitely, right? Mama always did tell you it was a little old.)

Or maybe it’s because you don’t know a lot of things.

You’re 4, staring up at the glowing screen of your all too old television, sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor in this wide, wide room that was a little too empty for your liking. Your nose picks up on the scent of coffee, ears barely picking up on a clink of porcelain against a cheap wooden coaster. Mama circles things in newspapers, the gliding of her red marker against the sheet attracting your attention to the focused look in her eyes, the furrow of her brows, the way she just held that pen so elegantly…

(Your Mama is so much prettier than the lady on the TV.)

You like it when she’s focused like that, so serious-looking! This must be the pinnacle of a hard worker. Brains… And beety? Or whatever you heard some other old man on the TV used to cheer about.

So you decide you don’t wanna watch anymore, Getting up onto your small feet and barely catching yourself before you topple over, toddling over to your Mama with socks padding against the wooden floors.

You’re soon taking decisive peeks at your all too focused mother, watching over her shoulder in silence to let her focus. There should be a reason why she’s so serious, right?

Maybe it’s something fun? Something exciting? That’s why she’s so focused on it— right?

“J…Ob list…ings open…” Your eyes are narrowed, licking over your lips to wet them as you take another deep breath in. “Mini—um, ex-peer-i-sense?”

You can see the red marker coming to a halt, her sweet chuckle perhaps to humor you, to acknowledge your attempt. Patting your head when she turns her head around, and a smile upon her face as she smooths over the fabric of her skirt, as you feel yourself being lifted and plopped gently into the warm confines of her lap.

“That was a nice try, sweetie.” Her eyes meet yours when you take the decisive move to lean back, a ruffle of your hair and your quiet giggle as the short relief of her attention leaves you, though not without sating your curiosity. “Mama’s looking for a job.”

You know what that is. It’s for adults to make money, disappear for hours in a day and only come back super, super late at night.

(You think your father had one. Or… Did he really?)

And it means they spend all that time in a place nowhere close to their home or cute, adorable, obedient daughters either.

“Does that mean you can’t stay home with me anymore, Mama?” You’re still leaning back into her chest, staring up at her chin from your position as you bring yourself impossibly closer to her, the calm smell of vanilla and honey in your nostrils making you all warm and fuzzy, calm and happy.

(You always liked it when she smelled like this.)

“Maybe, sweetie.” She pulls away briefly to tap the end of the marker against your nose. “But Mama will be able to buy you more delicious food,” She pauses to smile so sweetly down at you, a pinch to your cheek. “And finally get you some toys.”

Toys. You realize that you don’t have any toys. At least— You couldn’t bring any of your toys with you when your mother had so urgently scooped you up into her arms in the dead of the night, a luggage rolling behind her as your nose picks up on an urgent, intruding scent of sour milk and rotting flowers, your senses spiked with uncertainty and fear as you soundlessly drink in the last sight of your old home for those few seconds before the darkness ate it all away.

You remember boarding 1 train, 2 trains, 3 trains… You lost count after that. Only simply remembering getting pulled along, Mama’s soft whispering and cooing promises that this is for the best, that your Papa won’t be able to follow you here, that you’ll be happier than ever. You remember her scent, less rigid, less frightened but still steeped in misplaced excitement. Like a fragrant scent of calm that beckoned you to follow and imitate.

You remember living in small apartments, tiny, squeezy and virtually no space. You remember how sickly, horridly sweet Mama’s scent was, caked in perfume when she rushes out every night for her job at the local izakaya. Her uniform always a little messed up in her haste before she leaves your dinner usually already in your hands as you slurp on ramen or eat another scoop of curry rice.

She would pat your head as you offer her a bite, giving you a smile before she tells you to be good, several locks clicking into place when she closes the door behind her.

It wasn’t much, wasn’t the most fun you’ve ever had in your life, but it was comfortable. You were happy with that simple life with her. But one day, you heard jangling at the front door, you hear hurried, panicked movements, smell sour fear despite the thick odour of perfume as your Mama hurriedly slams the door shut behind her, cold sweat on her as she hugs you close, buries her face into your hair.

You don’t like it when she’s like this.

You remember a man with a scent so different from your father come knocking at your door for weeks on end, gradually changing from slow knocks to furious banging on the metal with a rough pleads begging that he won’t hurt your mother, that she was beautiful, the she was—

That’s how you ended up here now. It’s been at least a year since then. And only about a month since you moved in.

(You think. You’re not really good at telling time yet.)

“Mama, I don’t need toys.” It’s not like you don’t want them, you just don’t need them. A lesson taught to you by more pretty ladies on the TV screen, you’ve also stopped by many a toy store only to see too many zeroes on price tags, and it’s been steeled in your mind that you just don’t need them. Not when you have Mama to play together with now that she’s smiling so much more.

So you’re adamant on not wanting any.

“Is that so, darling?” You feel a mindless pinch to your cheek as she circles another paragraph of words. “Then how are you going to keep yourself from getting bored when I’m not around?”

Now that has you in a slight dilemma, your hands freezing in place from where they had been twirling with her hair. You blink once, and again when you quietly see her marker tap against the paper, as if awaiting your thoughts as your eyes start to dart all over the room.

(She makes really good points. Too good. As expected of your Mama.)

The television? No. Mama would tell you too much is bad for your eyes. The pillows you both use for your futons? No. You’ll probably dirty it and make more work for her. Your eyes silently trail over to the window, sun shining through the panes and onto the floor as a glowing thought arises.

“I can just play outside.”

——

Be careful what you wish for, as they say.

An amused chuckle from Mama as she pushes you towards the door, nimble fingers excitedly doing up the straps of your old sandals and arming you with a couple of handmade cookies, a pat on your head and parting words of;

“Don’t wander anywhere past the playground, don’t follow anyone strange, be back by sunset and make some friends.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that you’ll go play outside.

“Honey, I know it’s only been so long since we’ve moved here.” She’s clears her throat, a cloth being gently rubbed against your face to help get rid of any stray rice grains. “But,” She sucks in a breath, a rise and fall of her chest as you blink at her.

“Have you…” She has to take another breath in. Does she have breathing problems—

“Made any friends yet?”

Oh.

The answer is no. Your go-to counter being, ‘I don’t go outside, so how can I make any?’ as if it was the most obvious thing in the world as you give her a smile.

(This isn’t something you’re meant to be proud of.)

And all she’ll give you is winced smile, ruffling your hair and saying that there was no rush. That you’ll get your chance. That you’re the sweetest kid there was. That she has faith in you and wants you to work hard!

But it’s not like it’s as easy as your capable mother makes it sound, and not like you wanted to be out here, anyway. You think the sun is too hot, that there aren’t enough clouds, that the wind isn’t picking up enough, the cicadas are too loud, that you need water—

And that you need to stop complaining so much.

You’re kicking at the path, a long stick in your hands poking at the ground beneath you, cookies pinched between your fingers as you wander and wonder. You can make friends. Surely, you can. That’s what the the cookies are for, right?

Other kids your age should love cookies. You sure do, and you’re Mama’s number 1 fan when it comes to her baking.

(Or her… Anything, really.)

So… You know her inside out, you swear you do. You love her, she loves you, she makes good food and she wants you to make friends, come back with no cookies and a new bond forged.

(Anyone would do, right?)

But you don’t see any kids, the playground you just arrived at deserted and empty. It looks sleek, almost as if it were brand new. Dark wood and galvanized steel, it was so… Clean. So untouched. Yet nobody was here? Your shoulders slump forwards in mild disappointment, yet your heart thrills at the thought of being able to have the whole place to yourself. Alone.

Well, choosers can’t be beggars… Or was it the other way around? Either way, it’s not like Mama would know if you ate them both yourself.

——

So you find yourself sat down comfortably within the top of the little hut housing the slide, your feet splayed out in front of you as you prepare to take a bite. You feel the straps of your sandals relax against your feet, a slight breeze picking up despite the shade you had hidden under. Perfect. This was perfect—

“Are those cookies?”

You can feel your shoulders jump in shock, fear pulling at your heartstrings and a startle nearly making you drop your precious dessert. So much for a peaceful time. You have to physically lurch yourself back before any harm was done to your food. Just who do they think they are? To just come up to you and—

A flurry of white snow and icicles of frost. But you’re pretty sure the summer heat is still beating down, the cicadas are still singing, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. Yet the one before you defies all of that. He had an aura about him, a commanding curiosity. And he does definitely—

“Look weird.”

His eyes widen for just that fraction of a second, before he furrows his brows, the long sleeves of the firefly kimono swaying when he crosses his arms in rebuttal.

“You’re weirder.”

You blink maybe twice. Once in surprise, and the other to really blink back into reality. He must’ve heard your thoughts.

“I didn’t. Ya just said it out loud, weirdo.”

Oh. You have to say your sorries, then. Mama didn’t raise you to be rude.

“This is my playground.” Your eyes catch a glimmer of the wara zori his feet donned. They were too neat, too well put together. “Nobody else is allowed in.” His tone sounds so proper, his pronunciation so abnormally clear, especially for someone who looks your age.

“Oh.” You didn’t know that. Though to be fair, you don’t know a lot of things. “Sorry. I didn’t know playgrounds can be owned…”

“That’s only for poor people.” You hear the tap of his shoes against pressure treated wood. “If more people were like me, they’d have their own playgrounds too.”

“Oh. Sorry then.” You really are. You just thought playgrounds were a place for every kid… 

“S’that all you can say?” You can see the shine of iridescent blue, making use of his standing height to belittle and threaten your sitting position. He makes himself look big, makes the glimmer in his eye turn into one of malice and impatience. It twists his features, turns them into something rugged and rough and uncomfortable.

And you think it’s such a waste of the cute face he has.

“Sorry.” To his Mama who gave him such a nice looking profile, and to him, you guess. You don’t really know if you should be apologizing, don’t really know if what you’re doing is right.

(But apologising has always worked. It felt right to you.)

And you think he’s satisfied now.

He harrumphs, unfolding his hands. “Some old lady put me on a sweets ban.” He settles down next to you, pushing you aside to make space for himself as he plops down, and you notice the shifting of the pretty blue fabric he donned matching perfectly with the crystal blue of his eyes. You notice the print quality being one so clear and vivid, despite the simple design. That’s a really nice kimono. “So I can’t eat anymore for the rest of the month.”

(He really is cute.)

“But since you’re trespassing on my playground,” He holds a dainty, porcelain hand out, a small twitch of his fingers that itch for your compliance. “I’m charging you cookies for it.” He’s smiling now. A proud, smug grin with the upturn of his eyes into crescents.

”It’s okay for me to eat ‘em cause it’s tax.”

He’s kind of irritating, but… Anyone would do, right?

You swallow the lump you weren’t aware of in your throat, the sweat that you didn’t know that was starting to form on your hand. You think you have an idea. A good one, at that.

“Okay,” You produce the other packaging. “But you have to promise to be my friend.”

Now it’s his turn to blink at you in utter confusion.

“Are you—“ His eyebrows furrow deeper than before, his smile dissipating into this confused frown. His eyes scrutinize and watch you closely, as if he was scouring your every breath, your every movement to uncover something that just wasn’t there.

“Being serious?”

Why… Wouldn’t you be? The way you just blink back at him, waiting on him to continue only to be met with glaring silence… Is there something on your face? Is there a bug you didn’t see crawling in your hair?

Or maybe he just wants the cookie.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Your hand is warm as they grip his wrist, gently dropping the wrinkled plastic onto his hand with a tilt of your head and eyes that flick up to meet his. It’s innocent, genuine, even. Frightfully so. The way you smile with nothing else, the way your intent was shown upon your very sleeve.

Nothing. He garners absolutely nothing from you. Your hands feel too warm, the chocolate chips within the cookie already look like they were melting, sweat is starting to stick your hair to your skin— And he thinks it doesn’t get anymore real than this.

“Okay.”

Oh, good. He agreed. You have a friend now, and it makes your heart squeeze with just that bit of excitement, of joy. It felt like you were swinging too high off the ground, felt like you were going to be swept off your feet.

It felt good. Maybe you should make more friends.

“Do the thing with me.” His pinky is held out, pushed into your face. “Ya gotta promise me something too. That’s how promises work.”

Is that how it works? You didn’t know that either.

“Yeah.” It isn’t. “That’s how it works here, you dunno that cause you’re new.”

Well… Okay then. “What’s the promise?”

You see his lips curl up, his eyes sparkling with something unknown as you begin to stick your own pinky out. “You’re already my friend, right?”

You nod.

“Good.” There’s a smugness to his face now. “So you can’t be friends with other kids from this neighbourhood. That’s betrayal to me.”

You catch a whiff of something spicy, hot. As if it were burning you to the very edges of your body— Before it disappears completely, as if it were never there. He makes sense, to you at least, and it sounds… Fair enough, you guess.

Your pinky wraps tight around his, in spite of how foreboding and suffocating his hold feels. Your nose picks up on the scent of fabric cleaner, the scent of summer weighing heavy on your nose in this moment. You see blue and white, see oranges and pink light starting to envelop his hand from where the sun had begun to set, making his hand glow as your promise becomes sealed in this very moment forward.

“Hey,” His eyes still don’t leave the way your fingers were intertwined with each other. “Which house do you live in?”

(“I’m forgiven for coming in here without permission, right?” Your hands are stained with sticky chocolate that you’re trying to dab off with your dry handkerchief, bits of crumbs littering your lips.

“Ya can come here whenever you want now.” He wipes the remnants of soft biscuit and gooey chocolate off with a dismissive sleeve.

“That’s such a waste of a pretty kimono…”)

——

Even when your pinkies have lost their binding to each other, you still find his hand holding onto yours, adamant on them being intertwined as he huffs in annoyance at your stare.

“I’m only leadin’ ya back cause I wanna see your house.”

You give him that owlish stare again. The blank one that looks like you don’t have a thought passing through your head at all. “Okay,” You smile again.

“What’s your name, by the way?”

It’s a dismissive question, one that had only just occurred to you. You’re far more interested in watching the way the sun casted your shadows together on the concrete pavement, how your silhouettes gave you a sense of weird unity. Having a friend feels really nice, you think.

You take a glance at him when he takes too long to reply, catching an icy cold gaze that contrasted the warmth of your hands conjoined.

“You first.” Well, if he insists, you guess. It’s just your name.

“(last name) (name).” You’re pretty sure you got the pronunciation right.

“Gojo… Satoru.” You can hear him hold his breath as his name leaves his lips, his voice ever steady and confident, though with a tinge of hesitance. As if he expects something, as if he wants it to be over and done with.

It never comes. Only a confused tilt of your head as you keep staring at him like he was the crazy one in this situation.

And you can see his face change into one of disbelief, one that barely tilts over the edge of what you can only describe as ‘shocked relief’. Maybe he is as weird as he looks. Does he have some sort of weird complex? You can swear you’ve heard about it on TV before. Or maybe he just has really bad comedic timing? You can at least compliment him.

“You’re funny, Satoru-san.” Because he’s genuinely making you smile now.

“I didn’t give you permission to call me by my name.”

“Oh.” You thought friends were allowed to be on first name basis immediately. Were you wrong about friendships afterall? You stare at the ground for a little longer than needed as punishment for yourself, “Sorry, Gojo-s—“

“I didn’t give you permission to call me by my last name either.” His hand squeezes yours ever tighter in small retaliation, his face turned away from yours to hide the way he was starting to grow red with rapid embarrassment.

(You can still see the tips of his ears burning red.)

Now you’re just confused. A scratch of your head as you try to think a little bit harder.

“…do I just call you friend, then?” And you can hear him stifle a snort.

“You’re really weird.” He squeezes your palm again. “Lose the honourifics, weirdo.”

(“So, Gojo…?” You test the waters again. You see his eyes stare off to the side in thought for just that one moment before they flick back to meet your gaze.

“Satoru.”)

“My house is that one,” Your small fingers point towards the horizon, a quaint, unassuming home coming into sight. “You have to walk 3 houses down from the playground.”

You stop before the front. Trying to loosen your grip only to feel his hand tighten significantly around yours.

“Satoru.” You call his name when he’s seemingly lost in thought, his eyes staring blankly at your humble home. It almost looked as if he hasn’t seen one before. “It’s getting late.”

“Oh.” Is he copying you now?

“Don’t you need to go back home? Your Mama would be mad if you’re late, wouldn’t she?” You probe a little more in efforts to snap him out of his trance, poking at his squishy face to get his attention.

But to no avail.

He doesn’t say anything, his head only turning to the side to stare you straight in the eye as you await. You see how pinks and blues are practically reflecting off of those crystalline optics, the sky reflected in them as they shine with a certain warmth.

“Can I come by tomorrow?”

——

A small knock at your front door early into the morning, when the sun had barely risen and the skies were still painted in shades of night blue.

To be specific, it was 6:00 AM. Your Mama was startled as she sipped coffee in the kitchen, you hear her shuffling downstairs, hear the clatter of the very few kitchenware you had as you begin to stir from your sleep, your brain flaring into overdrive as you try to sniff out the air— Trying to capture whiffs of that rancid scent that you hate so much—

Nothing. Nothing but the growing smell of rotting flowers that sends jitters down your spine. It worries you, sends you into a panic as you practically trip over yourself to run downstairs, disregarding any of the instructions of hiding away in the closet like your Mama had taught you beforehand. You have to check— Have to see if she’s okay—

The door is already open.

“Is (name) home?” He’s the first to talk, eyes flicking back and forth between the slightly open door and the dim light from within your home and your sleepy mother.

Mama only blinks down at him, her phone on speed-dial to the police releasing its tense grip as her shoulders visibly slump forward. Her scent calming from the initial flare up as she opens the door just that little more to allow her full view of Gojo Satoru standing before your home accompanied solely by a pretty lady dressed in a simple kimono.

“Yes… She is—“

“Good morning, (last name)-sama.” A low bow that takes your mother by surprise. “Our young master has scheduled a playdate with your daughter for today.”

“I— Um, heard, yes. But I certainly didn’t expect it to be this early—“ Your Mama shifts in place a little uncomfortably, taking note of how the sun had yet to rise, how the street lamps were still alight.

“We apologize for the disturbance.” The servant girl swoops down into another polite bow, head low and hands holding out a neatly wrapped gift before her. “These are snacks to show our gratitude for hosting this event. Young Master Gojo was looking forward to this arrangement, and had made preparations to come as early as possible.”

What an… Interesting child.

“As I am not allowed to accompany him inside due to his request, please also take this number with you, (last name)-sama. Do not hesitate to call us if anything arises. I will arrive to pick him up when he wishes to go.”

“Ah, um… Thank you…” The box feels heavy in your Mama’s hands as you tug on her pajamas from behind, peeking out slightly once you hear the door close.

“Gojo-kun… Was it?” She has to blink a few times to really get a good look at the snowy-haired boy.

“How did you say your friend looked again?” She’s picking up a dumpling with her chopsticks, gently laying the food onto your plate as you continue to chew in humming delight.

Your training chopsticks are clacking against each other as you smile up at her, all toothy grin and happy glow.

“He’s really cute.”

She figures it checks out, the doll-like, porcelain features of his face, the shiny blue eyes and his silky looking hair. He doesn’t say anything, furrowed brows and curiosity in his eyes as he scrutinizes her too, the air starting to still just that little bit when he nods at her in greeting.

As if he was acknowledging her… And as if he didn’t know how else to react.

“It’s nice to meet you.” She leans down to shake his hand, noticing the softness of his skin, the grip of his hand. “And thank you for the gift.”

You pop out from hiding behind your Mama’s legs, blinking at how his clothing had switched from the pretty kimono yesterday— To a simple shirt and shorts.

“Satoru.” You smile only slightly, your voice dimmed with the raspiness of just waking up, waving your hand in greeting. “You’re not wearing your pretty clothes anymore.”

Mama watches, watches how his gaze had been fixated on you the moment you appeared, how he’s waiting—

“I’ll leave you both to it, then.” A ruffle of your hair as you let out a quiet giggle. “Make sure to wash up and brush your teeth.”

“Okay.”

And when she’s out of sight, her footsteps disappearing down the hallway— He starts to speak more.

“Your house is tiny.” Small. Inferior. Almost unlivable. He swears he’s seen servant quarters bigger than this as he kicks his sneakers off by the genkan, dusting himself of imaginary dust as he climbs up the step, his hand somehow finding yours with almost scary accuracy.

Is it? You always felt that it was too big. Always having too much space that you didn’t know what to do with.

“I think it’s nice.” You can feel yourself squeezing his palm with gentle self-assurance, leading him up the stairs and into the bedroom where your futon still laid upon the ground messily.

He sees darkness, hears the soft pads of your socks against tatami mats. Smells the faintest scent of honey within this room.

He stares. Silently, quietly. At the hadakake of your futon, at the thinner blanket that your Mama had taken out to deal with the sweltering heat of summer, at the overall state of the room.

“Are you poor?” You blink at him when he lays down next to you on his side, the softness of the bedding making your body feel heavy and sleepy, feeling a bit too lazy to want to keep the comfy sheets away.

“No.” Your whisper is quiet, soft. As if you were slowly fading away into sleep. “I have enough.” And he knows you’re telling the truth when you just give him a sleepy smile, a yawn escaping your lips as you cuddle against your pillow, eyes losing focus and turning the sight of your friend into a bleary blue and white.

”So I’m happy with just this.”

And he thinks you’ve really gone crazy.

“Good morning, Satoru…” Because you’re pretty sure you have yet to say it, as weird as it is when you’re in the midst of falling asleep.

“…morning.”

He’s fun to be around.

——

A couple weeks have passed, the same days of Satoru coming around to knock at your door too early in the morning, your sleep-deprived Mama getting the door and letting him in—

Only to end with both you and him sleeping in on your futon until early afternoon, when you both awaken only to play… Whatever, really. The playground, drawing at home, building pillow forts…

Mama tells you she doesn’t mind if he wants to come over, doesn’t mind if Satoru wants to play with you so often when she’s off to work. She tells you what really matters is what you want, that its up to you if you want him to come over this often, that it’s your choice to play with him.

(Mama described him once as ‘clingy’. You don’t know what that means, but you think it’s good. You have a friend. Your only friend.)

So you told him to only come once every 2 days, that you think too much interaction may ruin your alone time with Mama… Only to be met with a pout and eyes that teetered almost on watery even as you pat his head and apologise.

He still listened to you, though. Despite the glare to the side and the very evident pout on his face everytime he realises he doesn’t get to see you the next day—

Though, as of recently, Satoru had been the last thing on your mind. Your eyes taking interest in and stuck onto the house next door instead. It’s always been empty, more barren than your own. But it’s gotten ‘renovated’ as your Mama said, the walls losing their dull shade and obtaining a new shine, the boarded windows replaced with shiny, clear glass.

It looked really nice.

“Stop staring at the ugly house and look at me insteaddddddd!” Ever selfish, ever vying and whining for you to give him your undivided attention.

“(nameeeeeeeeeeee).”

“It’s not ugly, though.” You think it looks quaint, looks prettier than your own. “It looks pretty.” You’re curious what kind of people are gonna live there. Are they gonna be an old couple like how Satoru always claims? Maybe it’ll be a nice middle aged lady who likes to share her pickled vegetable dishes?

You just hope they’re nice.

“How much do you think it costs to rent-uh-vate?” Your stare is still pointed at the house next door, your window directly facing one of their rooms as you stare with curious intensity.

He narrows his eyes at the view of the empty rooms, the windows that still lacked curtains and the blank white of their freshly painted walls.

“Not much, I’m pretty sure.”

Probably not much in his terms, anyway.

“Mama said she thinks they’re gonna move in today.”

“Really? Then let’s watch ‘em later then.” He lets out a huff as he rolls around your floor, watching you settle down cross-legged next to him as he makes a grab for you. “I don’t wanna play at the playground t’day.”

“Oh. Okay then, let’s play the cards you brought then—“ Your words die on your lips, body reeling back to the window at the telltale beep of a horn, the loud rumbling of a truck starting to pull into the street just mere meters away from you.

And that has the both of you clambering up to the window, his hand holding yours to ensure you don’t fall as you both squeeze to stand on the same stool, hands pressed up against the glass as your cheeks squish against each other in hopes of getting a view of what these people will look like.

“If it’s not an old couple, can we play on the swing today?”

“Y’er on.”

Your eyes watch the dark blue Toyota pull in close behind, your heart starting to race in palpitating beats that make you think you’re gonna be sick.

“Looks cheap.” Satoru’s still as snarky as ever.

The passenger door swings open, mesmerizing you with the sight of someone new, someone unfamiliar; a stranger that you’ve never seen before. Your gaze is stuck, unable to leave the features that capture your mind first—

Black hair and purple eyes.

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FAMILY MAN [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader] PT.1

Bakugo's hero agency was thriving - doing statistically the best in Japan out of all the agencies at the moment (shove it Deku). He quickly gathered traction up the hero ranking, he made it. This was his dream. The problem though, Bakugo’s area of expertise was fighting, specifically, hand to hand. Quirks that messed with the mind or reality always threw him for a loop. So when he comes across a man with glowing blue fingers, the hero had barely landed his first attack before everything around him vanished into black smoke. And he’s down.

The next thing he knows, he’s in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and a shit ton of people in white coats. He doesn’t even have time to process his surroundings before he’s being swarmed with people shining penlights in his eyes.

“Get the FUCK OFF ME.” He yelled, shoving a younger looking man out his damn personal space. He was hooked up to all kinds of wires and lines, yanking at them to get them off and out of his body. The sound of the doctors protesting was drowned out by him screaming over them to get away. He gripped the wrists of one of the doctors trying to stop his from pulling the IV out, pushing him away harshly. She fumbled a few steps away, holding her wrist with a pained whimper. “I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME.” There’s a magical freak out there terrorizing people and robbing banks and they want him to stay in this room? Fat fucking chance. A door swung open.

“Bakugo Katsuki.”

The room went silent. The doctors or PAs or whoever the hell all these people are suddenly shut their mouths. That voice. Your voice boomed his name.

The scent of an agitated alpha filled the room. And despite the sour note from the anger, he could recognize the smell almost instantaneously. Suddenly he could hear his own heart beating in his ears.

At the hospital door, stood you. You looked frantic and worried and pissed all at the same time, your clothes were disheveled like you had been running. Your left hand held a death grip on the doorframe while you’re right was on the knob from where you swung the door open. In the nasty florescent lighting of this place, a solid golden ring gleamed on your left hand. So many thoughts started buzzing at once. A wedding ring. You were married - mated. You were in this hospital. You just yelled at him. You looked almost exactly the same as the last day he saw you.

He didn’t know what feelings he was feeling right now.

It’s been years since Bakugo had last seen you, eleven. It made sense that you’d move on, mate with another omega, he made that decision for the both of you. He told you to go to America, to leave him alone. And from what he remembers of that conversation he wasn’t very nice about it.

You started to approach Bakugo slowly, like you’re unsure of what he’ll do. It’s now that he realizes that he’s halfway off this hospital bed from his attempted escape. Your scent starts to even out, the sourness from your anger fades with every step you take closer to him. He wants to speak, to say something to you. To fuck off, or ask why you’re even here, or what you want. But he doesn’t. He lets you come closer, because even after all these years your scent is still the only one that gives him any remote sense of peace. He’s always hated hospitals.

When you do finally reach him, your touch is soft. It’s like you’re scared, you put his face in your hands and your eyes surveyed his features. You seem satisfied with whatever you’re looking for because the hands on his face begin to thread through his hair and now you’re hugging him. You’re hugging him. You’re hugging him. Any anger still left in his body directed towards the staff or you suddenly lifts like a weight off his shoulders. You hold him close like he’s gonna float away with the wind if you don’t.

“You’re okay.” You whispered into his hairline, tucking your nose in on the top of his head. “I was so worried, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here faster. I dropped off Hinata and Ren with your parents.” It sounded like you were talking underwater. All he felt was his scent begin to mingle with yours as you scented him. It felt so nice, to have this feeling again, to have you want to be near him. He wanted to reciprocate the affection.

But he didn’t.

Whatever the hell was happening right now, wasn’t right. Bakugo tucked his arms between the two of you and shoved you away. Confusion flooded your face as you took a step back, your hands still holding on to his shoulders.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

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A/N: Hey I’m still alive and well okay

[sopebubbles]

Master List

Fifteen

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: You and Hoseok might be missing each other during his heat, but you get the opportunity to become closer with another pack member.

warnings: mentions of past trauma, fire, death, assault (nothing detailed), tbh aside from some pining, this chapter is pretty fluffy.

wc: 6k

When you woke up on the fifth day of your heat, you felt almost normal. Your limbs didn't weigh quite so heavy, and the ache between your legs was gone. Yoongi laid beside you in bed, his cheek pillowed cutely on his arm. He looked so peaceful, you couldn't help staying a while to watch him. You had few moments to look at him like this when he wasn't looking back at you. You'd never noticed how lovely the dip above his cupid's bow was, even though you'd spent so long admiring his smile. His black hair was disheveled from sleep, cutting dark black shards against his pristine white cheek. It took every ounce of restraint to not brush his hair back, but you wanted nothing less than to wake him. He'd earned a good sleep after giving you anything and everything you needed for the past five days. 

Jimin was absent from bed already, you noted, and after indulging in several minutes of watching your alpha sleep, you decided it was time to attend to your bladder's needs. You slipped off the bed as gently as you could and quietly opened the door. 

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you went down stairs, hoping you would run into Hobi, but no one was there, not even Jimin. Maybe your brain wasn't working as well as you'd assumed because you could smell every pack member but Jimin in the house, but there wasn't a person in sight. Coffee hadn't even been made. You shrugged it off, guessing everyone was sleeping in like Yoongi. You wouldn't be going to work since your hormones were still above normal, and it could attract unwanted attention even though you were feeling better. So you looked around for something to occupy you until the others got up or Jimin came home.

You found baskets full of laundry in the room connected to the kitchen and debated for a minute whether it was intrusive to do the pack's laundry for them. Ultimately, you decided that Hobi wouldn't mind and got to work. There were towels left in the dryer from last night and you folded them, looking around for anyone before you indulged in burying your face in a particularly soft and fluffy one. It reminded you of how Jungkook smelled, even though you hadn't been particularly close to him since you moved into the house. You weren't afraid of Jungkook like you were the others, maybe because you'd already been close enough to him when you first met to know he wouldn't hurt you or maybe just because he wasn't an alpha. But you were afraid he was going to arrest you anytime you saw him in uniform, and that feeling would take time to fade.

When the folding was done you decided to have a bowl of cereal to fill your grumbling stomach until everyone else woke up. You had to drag a chair from the kitchen table to the fridge to be able to reach the boxes on top. You didn't realize Jimin was home until you heard him laugh. You froze, your hand still reaching for a box of sugary cereal, and turned your head to look at him. 

"I get it now," he chuckled.

You dropped your hand. "Get what?" 

"Why people always laughed at me for being short. This is objectively funny," he explained as he walked over and grabbed the box you were going for with ease.

"I had it," you mumbled as the box floated past your face, and he set it on the counter. 

"Sure you did. Come here before you hurt yourself." Jimin grabbed your waist and lifted you from the chair, and put your feet on the ground.

"Where were you?" you asked softly.

"Did you miss me?" he teased, and you looked away without responding. "I just went to the grocery store. Can you help me bring stuff in?" he asked, and you eagerly nodded. 

"I didn't know you could drive." Although you normally would have tried to carry several bags at once, your limbs were still a little weak, so Jimin only handed you light things like paper towels and bread.

"I can. There are just so many people in this house who prefer to drive. It's never really been my thing, but I can do it when I need to."

"Isn't grocery shopping usually Taehyung's thing? Why didn't he go with you?" You wondered as you walked back into the kitchen.

"Hobi's in heat," Yoongi said from the bottom of the stairs, his hair wild and his eyes still droopy from sleep.

"Oh," you breathed. You should have realized sooner. You couldn't explain why that left you feeling disappointed. 

"He started yesterday. He tried to tell you but you were–"

"Yeah, it always gets deepest at the end."

"How do you feel today?" Yoongi asked. Coming closer, he pushed your hair back to look into your clear eyes. You had to tilt your head back to look up at him.

"I'm fine," you answered as he wrapped his arms around you. You hugged him back, and he hummed happily. "Shouldn't you be with him?" you asked softly.

Yoongi pulled back to look at you. "No, princess. We're yours."

"But…" you huffed air through your nose, trying hard to get a grasp on your own feelings. They should be with him, right? You shouldn't be keeping them from that. Hobi needed and deserved them. "He needs you."

Jimin shook his head. "He doesn't. He has more than enough alphas to get him through it."

Your face scrunched in frustration as you picked at your nails. Yoongi might be able to appreciate how adorable you looked more if he wasn't concerned. "What's on your mind, princess?" He prodded softly. 

"I know you're my pack. But you're his pack, too. And–" you looked at Yoongi and he gave you a nod to go on. "All three of you made my heat better, and I want Hobi to have the best heat, too, so I think you should be with him."

"Sweet thing," Jimin cooed, unable to resist patting your head. 

Yoongi reached for your hand and pulled you close. "It makes me really happy to hear that your heat was better. It's still not over quite yet, so we will stay with you. We want to stay with you. Hobi wants us to as well. So you don't need to feel bad about it. He's just fine."

Your lips still pouted as you mumbled an 'okay.' Yoongi watched you as you tried to blink away the moisture in your eyes, but you had to look away from him. The washing machine sounded like a church bell calling you to service. You turned and wiped the last of the unshed tears from your eyes. 

"Okay. I'll just put in another load of laundry and then I'll make some breakfast, okay?" 

"Baby, you don't have to clean," Yoongi said, but you shook your head at him. 

"Is this my home or isn't it, Yoongi?" You questioned, voice stronger than he expected. 

"Of course it is, but–"

"Then it's my home to clean. It's what I need to do."

He smiled lovingly at you. He couldn't be more proud that your omega instincts were calling you to take care of the house. It was like a special omegan way of claiming ownership, and nothing could have made him happier. "I get it. I only meant you shouldn't overwork yourself. You're still recovering."

"I'll be fine. I like doing housework," you assured him as you pulled away and went to the laundry room. 

By the evening, you had all of the laundry washed, folded and sorted. You'd even been able to iron Yoongi's uniform before he left. He was reluctant to do so, but you assured him that you would be fine with just Jimin for the night. It would feel weird though, to sleep in your nest without Yoongi after so many nights together. But you didn't let it show. 

After dinner, Jimin convinced you to settle down and watch a movie with him on the couch, so that was how Jungkook and Taehyung found you, cuddled and happy in front of Jimin as you both laid facing the TV. When you saw them, you tried to get up, but Jimin held you down, unwilling to let his personal heater go. 

"Is everything okay?" you asked. 

Jungkook nodded. "We just came to get food."

"I made two trays for you for dinner. I wanted to take them up but Jimin said to wait."

"That's sweet, pup. Thank you. But you don't have to," Jungkook said as he went to the kitchen. 

"You're watching Harry Potter?" Taehyung asked as he came to sit on the edge of the couch near your feet. He wore sweats and a sleeveless shirt, and his blonde hair fluffed around his head, making him look softer than ever. 

Jimin hummed. "The pup has never seen them."

"How is that possible?" Tae chuckled.

"My parents were really strict about us not reading or watching things about magic or anything like that. But I read all the books last year," you explained.

Taehyung nodded his head. "Are you enjoying it?"

You smiled and nodded eagerly before Tae reached out to ruffle your hair. He did it easily as if he'd done it a thousand times before, but it left you wide-eyed with heated cheeks. He didn't seem to notice though. He merely leaned over to kiss Jimin on the cheek, lingering a little to appreciate your scent, and then left to help Jungkook in the kitchen.

"You like Tae Tae, little pup?" Jimin whispered in your ear when he was gone. His teeth nipped at your throat and you wriggled away from him, finally escaping his grasp, but only because he let you.

"I hope this is okay," you said softly as you walked into the kitchen. "Do you need me to make anything else? Jimin said light stuff is better, but I'm not exactly an expert."

"This is great, Y/N. Thank you," Jungkook replied as he gathered water from the fridge.

"What do you like to eat when you're in heat?" Taehyung asked. Lucky for him you didn't seem to notice the intense interest of his inquiry. 

"I don't know. I don't usually eat much," you shrugged. Taehyung frowned, remembering the time two months ago when you passed out from not being taken care of. It was packmates' jobs to take care of an omega in heat, and he felt relieved you'd had a pack to help you this time.

"She'll eat anything as long as Yoongi feeds her by hand," Jimin said loudly from the living room. The two men watched as your face darkened with embarrassment. 

"I-is Hobi okay? Does he need anything?" You asked after you were able to compose yourself again.

"You are a sweet little thing, aren't you?" Taehyung said. There was something in the way you lowered your head, maybe to hide a smile, that he found heart-poundingly endearing.

"Hobi is doing fine. Happy as a clam. We'll take all this up, and he'll be even happier," Jungkook answered. 

Seeing that they were short a few hands with all the bottles of water and other drinks, you quickly grabbed one of the trays and took it upstairs. Your steps halted at the top of the stairs and you waited for Jungkook to open the door. When he did, you couldn't help taking a glance inside, to see if you could get a glimpse of Hobi and know he was okay. But when you did, it suddenly felt intrusive, like you shouldn't be there. Even after the two men entered, you could only bring yourself to the threshold of the door and wait for them to take the tray from you. Once he did, you disappeared back down the stairs before Taehyung could thank you and shut the door.

"How are they?" Hobi asked when Taehyung came back to the bed. He was relatively lucid for the moment. 

"They're good, hyung. Y/N made some food for us," Tae told him, helping him get up into a sitting position to eat. "It looks like she's been keeping busy."

Hoseok whined softly, causing Jin to wrap his arm around his back to comfort him. "I'm sure Jimin would come cuddle you for a bit if you asked."

When Hoseok didn't say anything and merely frowned, Taehyung answered for him. "It isn't Jimin that he wants, hyung." 

Hobi sighed. "I didn't know what it would be like to be with her. I've been with my sisters during heats, but it was different. I miss her scent and the way she fits in my arms," he said, sounding bereft.

"Maybe she could give you a pillow or something," Jungkook suggested. 

Hobi looked to Jin, not knowing how the pack alpha would react to an outsider's scent in the nest. "It's your nest, my love," was his answer to his husband's longing eyes.

He turned to Namjoon, who was still lying on his other side. The alpha shrugged. "It's not like we're not used to her scent now. It's all over the house. And it's nice. I don't mind, especially if I would make you happy, darling." 

Hoseok smiled slightly and turned onto Jin, burying his face in his neck. "We need to eat," Jin reminded him with a kiss to his head.

The remaining days of Hoseok's heat left a lingering weirdness. It felt like just at the point when you were wanting to see more of them, especially Hoseok, but even Taehyung too, everyone was suddenly occupied. Even Yoongi was working a lot, taking extra long shifts with only 8 hours in between to get a little sleep and some food before he went back. You felt guilty, knowing he was trying to make up for all the time he'd taken off with you, but you couldn't say that to anyone. He had to do it, and you were grateful he had, but you hated seeing him suffer for it now, even more than you hated not being able to see him much at all.

Jimin has been sleeping with you in your nest every night, but you were finding it hard to sleep without Yoongi, especially when you awoke from your nightmares. Jimin didn't wake easily, and you could cuddle into him without causing any disturbance. But tonight, your nightmare had been so upsetting that you didn't want to go back to sleep, so instead of turning in toward Jimin you rolled toward the edge of the bed, sending a quick text to Yoongi to see if he was busy. 

While there were times when he wouldn't be able answer because of an emergency, there were also long stretches of time when he didn't have anything to do at all. He always told you that you could text him anytime while he was working and if he could answer you then he would, but not to worry if he didn't. You'd been lucky a few nights ago when you woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. You'd texted him and since he wasn't busy he texted with you until you got sleepy again. Tonight, you weren't so lucky. A few minutes ticked by while your message sat unread. Finally, you decided to get out of bed since you were feeling awake and didn't want to lay in the darkness, lest your nightmares should catch up with you. 

You descended the stairs, expecting more darkness, but light filtered softly down the hall from one of the rooms at the front of the house. You knew that was Taehyung's studio. Other than the pack's room, it was the only other room that was omitted from your post-heat cleaning frenzy earlier in the week. You'd never been inside of it, but you found yourself walking quietly down the hall to the cracked open door. Low-fi music played softly inside, quiet enough that you couldn't hear it until you were just outside. Within, Taehyung stood behind a canvas propped on an easel. You couldn't see his face, but even if you didn't know it was him, you would know him by his heady scent that even the smell of paint couldn't smother. 

"You can come in," he said loudly enough for you to hear. Without leaning around the large canvas to see you, he had identified you by your apple scent, too.

You crept cautiously around the door to stand just inside. "I didn't mean to bother you."

His head poked around to look at you, smiling. "You're not. You can have a seat," he told you, pointing to the couch against one wall. You sat and curled your knees to your chest, picking at your nails as you took in the room. Odds and ends scattered about, quite the opposite of the rest of the house. "What's keeping you up, sweet little?"

You blushed at the nickname he had begun to call you a few days ago. "It's 'sweet thing,'" you corrected him the first time with Jimin's pet name for you. "Maybe to Jimin, but to me you're a sweet little thing," he'd argued.

"I had bad dreams."

Taehyung nodded with a thoughtful frown. "Me, too." He applied a careful stroke of paint before he looked at you. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

You shook your head. "I don't really remember it. But you can tell me about yours," you prompted. 

Taehyung shrugged. "Mine are pretty similar most nights. I dream about a fire, and the screaming, and when I wake up it feels like minutes before I'm able to move. When I can move, it feels like I have to get up. So I come here."

"When were you in a fire?" you wondered. 

"I wasn't. My birth pack's house caught on fire when I was away at art school. I wasn't there, and they all died," he explained distantly. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

Taehyung looked at you and smiled softly. "Nothing for you to be sorry for."

You wrang your hands together, not sure what to do with the uneasy feeling in your stomach. "You must miss them a lot," you said softly. 

He nodded. "Yeah, I do."

"Is that why you don't like to leave the house much?" you asked before you could stop yourself. You wished you could stuff the words back into your mouth. 

Taehyung huffed and then chuckled. "Yeah, that's part of it. If I go out somewhere for too long, I get worried. Like I won't make it back in time if something goes wrong." He sighed, "I know it's kind of silly. I just–"

"It's not silly," you assured him. "It's good that you have people you loved, who loved you. And now you have more people who love you. Was your birth pack big?"

He shook his head and put down his brush and paint in favor of sitting down with you. "It was just my parents, my mom's sister and her husband. They didn't have any kids, so I was an only child. They spoiled me, but I loved them a lot."

"It's nice you had so many adults to raise you and teach you."

He hummed. "Yeah, but I always wished I had some siblings or cousins to play with. When I first met Jungkook and he introduced me to the others, it really felt like I had gained those brothers I always wanted. It wasn't until almost a year later that I started having deeper feelings for them."

"Jimin told me once that when you joined the pack you were looking for family," you said.

"That was what I needed back then," he agreed.

You fixed your eyes on your knees. "I wish I could have been adopted by a family like yours instead," you said gently. "I could have been your sister."

Taehyung smiled sweetly at you. "That would have been great. But then we wouldn't be together now. And I like you being here now." At his words, you hid your face, but it only endeared him more. "I can be like a brother to you, if that's what you need. But I'd rather–" he cut himself off and shook his head.

You lifted your head just a bit to peek at him. "Rather what?"

He blushed slightly and put on a strange kind of smile. "I would rather be your alpha—one of your alphas. I know you're probably not ready for that, and that's perfectly fine. I'm not like Yoongi or Jin, but I do want to make you comfortable and happy, and I want to protect you as best I can. I know it's not an enticing offer but…" he rambled and you unconsciously put out a hand and touched his arm to soothe him.

"I'm sure you're a great alpha. I…I don't know if I can…one alpha is a lot for me already and Yoongi…I don't know. But I could use an older brother," you admitted. 

Taehyung tried not to show the tinge of disappointment he felt and gave you a boxy smile. It didn't hurt too much though. As long as he got to be around you, he didn't care. As a big brother he could still protect you and help you, and maybe someday, your feelings would open up to something more. The silence stretching between you was broken by a rumbling in your stomach. 

Taehyung's eyebrows rose with a question. "Are you hungry?"

You smiled sheepishly. "Yeah."

He took your hand and pulled you to your feet. "Let's find you something to eat."

He dragged you to the kitchen before you could say a word to stop him. When he opened the refrigerator, he frowned, discovering what you already knew. Supplies were limited. There wasn't even milk for a bowl of cereal.

"There's stuff for breakfast tomorrow," you assured him. "And Yoongi said he would stop by the store on the way home and grab a few things in the morning. We didn't realize how bad things were until we'd finished making dinner. Eight people is a lot of food and–"

"It's okay, sweet little. You don't need to stress about it," he smiled down at you. "But it doesn't exactly help our current situation." By the look in his eyes, you could tell he meant you.

"I'm fine. It's no problem for me to miss a meal or two." You had missed more than that before and been fine. 

His eyes narrowed at you. "Did you skip dinner?"

You shrank from his gaze. "I just wanted to be sure you all had enough. You've been–'

"You don't need to do that for us. Ever. We will always work something out. It's our job to make sure that you are provided for. Not the other way around," he said, an edge of anger in his voice that had you pulling away. 

"You're not my alpha. Yoongi is…"

"And how do you think Yoongi will feel when he finds out?" He continued. 

You grabbed his arms in your hands and shook your head. "Shh. Keep your voice down. You don't have to tell him. It's really not a big deal, Tae."

"How can you say that?"

"Alphas eat first. That's most important," you told him matter-of-factly.

Tae's heart broke, and he took a deep breath before he could respond to you. "The alphas who told you that were wrong. That's not how things work here. You're never going to be last. Do you understand?"

You knew you wouldn't get away with saying no, so you didn't say anything at all for a moment. "Are you going to tell Yoongi?" you asked softly.

"That depends," he answered vaguely.

"On?"

"What do you want to eat right now?"

You shrugged. "I'm really okay."

"Tell me what you're craving," he said, but it sounded like a demand.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and thought. A smile tugged at your lips when an idea came to you.

"Name it," he said. His smile grew as yours did. 

"Mcnuggets and fries," you answered. 

"That's it? You can have anything you want!"

"I'm a simple girl, Taehyung!"

He chuckled, enjoying the way you said his name. "Fine. I think we can still have it delivered."

You scoffed. "It's less than a mile away. Let's just go."

"It's late," he mumbled. 

"It won't take long. I promise we'll be back soon," you said, thinking that leaving the pack was the source of his hesitation. 

"It's not that. I…I don't go out at night," he admitted.

You leaned in to whisper to him. "Are you afraid of the dark?"

He pushed you away gently. "It's not that…exactly." You looked at him, waiting for further explanation. He dropped onto a stool and sighed, looking for the words. "You remember how you knew my painting from the one you saw on the building downtown?" You nodded. "Well, I used to do a lot of stuff like that. Street art. And of course the best time to do street art is in the middle of the night. Once I was out alone and I got jumped by a group of saps. Ended up in the emergency room. Since then, I don't like to go out at night, unless I'm with other people."

You frowned. "That sounds really scary," you admitted. "But I'm other people."

He scoffed. "Hardly. I meant other alphas."

"Psh! You think they can protect you better than I can? I bet Jin doesn't even know how to fight, but I do!" You punched him playfully in the chest. With a laugh he stood and put his hand on your head, holding you at arms length so that your punches only hit air. You pouted at him so easily thwarting you. "No fair. But we'll be safe! We can go through the drive thru. We won't even get out of the car." He looked at you doubtfully. "Pleeease. You made me think about food and now I really am hungry," you whined. 

"Fine," he relented, "but you better make sure you text your alpha and let him know. I don't want him finding out later and getting mad."

"Deal." You followed him to the door and pulled out your phone as you both got your shoes on.

You failed though. 

You didn't see him or smell him as your shift ended, although perhaps you could have been on your guard for it. He usually came in at this time of day, between school getting out and picking Jimin up from work. But you hadn't seen Namjoon at the library since you moved in several weeks ago. He always made sure to go at a time when you weren't working. You couldn't help seeing him now as you waited outside for the purple minivan that almost always picked you up these days. Namjoon strolled casually out of the library, and you hid yourself behind a pillar as best you could, hoping to escape his notice. 

You hadn't recognized his presence inside, but he had noted yours. He knew you would be there, after all. Although you two hadn't ever spoken directly to each other, Namjoon didn't hate you the way you—or anyone else—thought he did. Most of the time he tried not to think about you too much, one way or another. He felt more secure by now that you weren't going to fundamentally change his relationship with Jin, or with anyone else for that matter. But he also didn't want to dwell on the unwanted thoughts you aroused in him when he least expected it. Wonder if she's warm enough in that sweater, he thought over his morning coffee as you moved around the kitchen with Hobi before work. Wonder if she's doing okay today, he thought one day last week during your heat while standing in the hallway as students passed from one class to another. Isn't Taehyung supposed to pick her up? Omega shouldn't be out here all alone, he thought as he watched you duck out of sight. He could've kept walking and pretend he didn't know you were there when you clearly wanted to avoid him. But then again, it seemed he couldn't.

"Hey, Y/N," he spoke softly, coming out awkward and stilted. 

"Hi," you responded so softly he almost didn't hear it. 

He cleared his throat. "Is Taehyung coming? Do you need a ride home?"

You shook your head vigorously. "He's already on his way. They should be here any second."

As if you summoned him, Tae's car pulled up only a few awkward minutes later. He put the car in park on the curb and hopped out. 

"Hyung, what are you doing here?" Tae asked, an edge to his otherwise friendly tone. Maybe it was an automatic response to the way you curled in on yourself, looking scared and shaking like a leaf.

"Just the usual," Namjoon answered, gesturing to the books in his hand. "I saw Y/N, and I thought I'd wait with her."

Taehyung nodded. "Ah. Sorry I'm late, sweet little. Are you ready to go?"

To answer him, you simply nodded your head and walked toward the car. You climbed into the front passenger seat, where Hoseok would normally be sitting and buckled in before Taehyung had even gotten to his door. 

"Where's Hoseok?" You asked as soon as he got in. 

"He's at home resting. He's pretty worn out, but he's excited to see you when we get home." Tae put the car in drive and pulled smoothly out into the street. "Your alpha is there, too."

"Let's go!" You urged, forgetting your mood from a moment ago.

"We'll be home in a little bit. We need to go grocery shopping first." He couldn't help smiling at your eagerness though. 

"Namjoon meant well, you know," he said after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

You looked at him briefly before turning forward again and sat on your hands to keep from fidgeting with them. "I know," you admitted reluctantly. Whether Namjoon hated you or not, you believed no one in the pack wanted to tempt Yoongi's wrath. "I'm sorry it's taking me so long to adjust."

"Hey. There's no rush. I just wanted to reassure you since you seemed a little shaken up."

"I'm okay," you replied, a little unconvincingly.

In the grocery store, Taehyung let you push the cart while he loaded it with the pack's usual supplies. As he did, he explained which brands Jin preferred (he was picky), what vegetables each member liked and hated, and each member's favorite snack. You made mental notes and hoped you could remember them all. By the time he was finished, the cart was loaded so full, you had to keep a watchful eye for things falling off the top, and you could hardly push it. You'd never seen so much food in your life. But with seven fully grown men, all of this would barely last a week. When the price was tallied up at the register, you could only frown.

"What's that for?" Taehyung asked when he got inside the car, looking down at your outstretched hand and the bills you offered. 

"For the groceries."

He scoffed and ignored your offering as he put on his seatbelt. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not. I don't want to add to your burden. You have enough mouths to feed already," you argued.

"You eat like a bird. Do you think it even makes a dent?"

"Don't be so stubborn!"

He looked down at the money still in your hand. "Do you want me to tell Yoongi about this?"

You groaned, "You can't always use that against me!"

"I can when you're being an idiot," he replied and flicked you in the forehead. You sat back with an astonished look on your face, mouth wide open until it closed into a pout. You stuffed the money back into your pocket. "Wait until I tell Yoongi about you."

"Be my guest," he laughed as he finally backed out of the parking spot.

You walked into the house carrying multiple bags in each hand despite Taehyung's scolding. As soon as you walked in, Yoongi was up off the couch where he had spent the last few hours cuddling with Hoseok.

"Hey, princess," he smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and smelled your head.

"Hi, alpha," you hummed, but you couldn't hug him back since your arms were still weighed down.

He chuckled, "Let me take those before your arms fall off."

"There's more outside," you told him as he pried the bags from your blood deprived fingers.

"I'll get them. You go cuddle with Hobi," he said before you could leave the room.

"It's okay. You can stay. I know you've missed each other."

Yoongi shook his head. "We've had plenty of time. And I think he's missed you more."

The way your eyes lit up and a smile covered your face made his heart swell. You didn't waste any time turning toward Hobi. His hair was a fluffy mess and he looked like he could sleep for another day, but he was waiting for you with open arms. You felt happy and relieved that he still wanted to cuddle with you and it hadn't only been a heat privilege.

"There's my little pup," he grinned lazily as you crawled into his makeshift nest. He was warm when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap.

"I'm stinking from work," you complained, pulling away slightly. 

He stuck his nose in your neck and sniffed deeply. "You smell like pup to me."

You rolled your eyes as he pulled you close again, until your head rested on his shoulder. Taehyung came in carrying grocery bags, followed by Yoongi, but neither of them paid attention to you. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel great, just worn out and a little sore."

You nodded. "That will happen when you have three alphas," you said quietly as the two currently home left the room once again. "I bet you don't get any sleep at all."

Hobi laughed loudly. "Not much, but I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way." You could tell by his smile that he meant it. He looked thoroughly satisfied.

"Then I'm sorry for taking Yoongi from you."

Hoseok clicked his tongue at you. "Never say that to me again," he scolded. "I've got more than I need and I'm happy to share. I know someday we'll be one pack. One way or another."

You know that was what everyone expected to happen, what they hoped for. You wished you weren't making it hard on everyone. If only you could get over your reservations. But you were trying, slowly.

"Taehyung told me he wants to be my alpha last night," you whispered to Hoseok. He already knew this. Tae had told him and Yoongi in the morning after you left.

"Do you want him to be?" Hoseok wondered. You said nothing but turned your face into his neck to hide your heating cheeks. Hopefully Hobi wouldn't notice how hot they were against his own skin. His grin spread ear to ear, and he stroked down your back without forcing an answer out of you. He knew it would come out soon enough. 

a/n: idk about yall but I made myself so soft with this chapter. What do you think about her relationship with tae? we got a little peak in joonie's mind too. Are things coming together?? I kinda felt unsure about this chapter, but I think it turned out okay overall. Please let me know what you think <3

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[eros-ghoulette]

Different

It's a rainy day and Delta and Omega spend it at the lake.

Characters: Delta, Omega Word count: 1139

It was raining. Big droplets were rousing up the lake surface, making it rough, making it uneven; destroying the peace that once had been there. The sun, warm and bright, hadn’t been seen in hours. The world was cold, cold and grey. But it wasn’t ugly; it wasn’t bad. Just because it was different now, it wasn’t bad. It was as pretty as it used to be, as beautiful as it always was; just different.

On the small weathered pier stood a single ghoul. His arms were crossed, his gaze focused on the endless distances of the world. Delta liked the rain. It reminded him of past times and soothed his soul in a way nothing else could. His hair stuck to his forehead, his clothes were soaked, and the occasional wind stung his skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I knew I’d find you here,” a deep voice said calmly, and the rain wasn’t pattering down on him anymore, now shattering on an umbrella.

Delta had heard Omega coming and also felt every step the other took on the wood. He didn’t bother to turn his head to look at the quint, but he nodded and Omega understood him.

“You’ve been gone for two hours now,” Omega mentioned. “Alpha got worried, but don’t ask him. He wouldn’t admit it.” The taller chuckled a bit.

The new quint finally turned his head to look at his pack mate, and Omega stopped chuckling; a soft smile grazing his lips that slowly faded.

“Should I go back inside?” he asked, unsure of what to do. But he earned a head shake.

“Not if you don’t want to,” Delta told him and gave a slight smile.

“I want to stay here,” he answered. Both their voices were just loud enough so the other could hear. “I want to stay with you.”

Delta felt his heartbeat quicken and turned back to face the lake, fingers tracing scars through the fabric of his shirt; his gills used to be there. Omega saw it, but didn’t ask. He hadn’t seen the other without clothes since his transition and wasn’t going to pry. But the tall quint also remembered how Delta used to be when it rained. He would float around the lake like an oversized otter and let the droplets hit his skin. And Omega lowered the umbrella, closing it.

“What are you doing?” Delta asked, confused, watching the other with a tilted head.

“I’ll have some fun.”

The guitarist dropped the umbrella, pulling his shirt over his head in the same motion. It was unnecessary as it would get wet nonetheless, but he hated the texture of wet clothes against his chest. Omega also kicked his shoes off and proceeded to take his socks off too.

“Megs-”

But it was too late. With an - admittedly rather graceless - jump, he got into the lake, making the water splash around. It was warmer than the air around, and Omega gave Delta a toothy grin as he emerged, arms resting on the pier, chin on them.

“You wanna join me, otter man?” he asked, and Delta could swear the taller bewitched him with those eyes.

He looked down and then back up. He wanted to join him, he wanted it so bad! But he was marked with the past and cursed by the future. His upper body wasn’t what it used to be and it made him feel insecure, incredibly insecure. What if Omega wouldn’t want him anymore? What if the others wouldn’t want him anymore? He looked like a failed experiment and while he didn’t feel like one, he still felt different.

“I…” Delta stopped his sentence, not knowing what to say.

“It’s alright,” Omega said, noticing the inner distress. “You can leave the shirt on, if you want.”

Delta nodded, but the unsure expression stayed on his face. He wanted to feel the water on his skin, he wanted it to be at least a tiny bit like it used to be. And he knew he could trust Omega, he knew his fears were needless, but he couldn’t help it and the anxiety was eating him up.

“Can you… turn around?” It was a stupid question. Because once he was in the water, the other would see him. But water meant something familiar and maybe it would make him feel more comfortable.

“Sure.” The quint let himself fall back, making small waves as he swam further out, his back turned to the pier.

Delta slowly took off his shirt and looked down at himself. And what he saw didn’t bother him. He liked his looks, he liked himself, but he simply was afraid of what others would think of it.

Unlike the other, he slowly slid into the water, also just wearing his trousers. And oh… it felt so right. As if he’d never been absent, as if he’d always been there like that. His gills were gone, yes, but water was still water and Delta was still Delta.

“Can I turn around?” Omega asked after a quiet minute, and the smaller nodded nervously, only to realize how dumb that was.

“...yeah.”

The guitarist turned, but stayed where he was, arms moving a bit as he held himself over the surface. It was a silent conversation between them and when Delta nodded again, Omega came closer. A soft smile forming on his lips. He wasn’t able to make out much because the rain made the surface barely see-through. What he saw wasn’t new though; he had been with Delta during his transition, it just looked more healed and natural now.

“Can I touch you, otter man?”

The newer quint smiled lightly at the nickname, a stone falling off his chest. Omega didn’t think of him as ugly, didn’t hate him. He saw the purple spots on his blue skin and didn’t think of them as abnormal.

“You can,” he told him, and breathed in at the soft touch on his sides. Omega’s large hand carefully caressed the skin there and accidentally grazed one of the scars. He pulled away.

“I’m sor-”

“No, it’s alright, Megs,” he reassured and blinked a few times. Delta could swear he saw the other’s ears turn darker.

“You’re pretty, otter man,” he finally pointed out. “Really pretty.”

And without saying another word, Delta kissed Omega, hoping the other would be able to hold himself up over the water.

They nearly spent an hour like this, floating around the lake, their tails intertwined so they wouldn’t lose each other. The rain pattering down on the body parts that weren’t in the water. -------------

first time writing Delta and i kinda like it :)

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Reblogs are really appreciated

[apomaro-mellow]

Mafia AU 10

Part 9

Eddie’s determination was renewed after sleeping on a bed that wasn’t lumpy and sheets that weren’t stained. If this was what he and Wayne had to look forward to, then it was all worth. It was almost a struggle to get out of bed, but the events of the previous night caught up to his half awake brain and he hopped out to meet up with Steve. He left his room to knock on Steve’s and was met with a sleepy omega.

Steve’s hair, normally coiffed like a magazine model, flopped over his forehead. He rubbed at one of his eyes and yawned. For a moment, Eddie forgot what he was here for. Had he woken Steve up? What time was it even?

“Didn’t realize I ordered a wake up call”, Steve said, somehow having enough wit while still waking up.

“I uh, I just wanted to check on you. Are you…okay?”

The bruise on his face had fully formed, but it wasn’t that bad. Enough to make people give a second glance for the wrong reason but in this business, Steve could’ve gotten it from anywhere. Not everyone would automatically assume his father.

Steve stared at him for a moment before answering. “I’m fine. I’ve taken hits before.”

“From him? Sorry”, Eddie added quickly. “I shouldn’t pry, it’s none of my business.”

“You’ve already burst through the doors of my dad’s study. It’s a little late for none of your business.” Steve leaned against his doorway. His eyes glazed over Eddie’s body, though the alpha didn’t notice, trying not to look him in the eye. “A capo is also a confidant. You would have found out sooner or later. And sooner is better. Breakfast is being served in ten minutes. Meet you downstairs.”

Steve closed the door and turned to put his back against it. He waited to hear Eddie walk away before letting out a sigh. Did that man even know what he did to him? Steve had answered the door, thinking Robin would be there. Instead, he was met with a shirtless alpha, covered in tattoos he had never seen, standing there all casual like he wasn’t rocking Steve’s world.

He looked down between his legs, the traitorous thing. He needed to get it together before going downstairs otherwise Eddie would smell him coming a mile away. It really didn’t help that he knew how soft those lips were now and he’d been surrounded by the cidery scent. He got dressed, checking himself over in the mirror to see if he needed to cover up anything. The bruise wasn’t doing him any favors, but it shouldn’t get in the way of business.

If anything, an associate seeing him like this would congratulate his father for disciplining him. He came down in a turtleneck and slacks and saw Eddie wandering around, wearing the same clothes as last night, sans jacket.

“For the record, we don’t walk around this place without a shirt”, Steve said. 

“Hey, I got myself all fixed up”, Eddie gestured to his wrinkled shirt and pants.

“We’ll have to get you a wardrobe set up here.” He hadn’t thought about what Eddie could wear when he invited him to stay the night. Briefly he entertained the idea of letting Eddie borrow some of his own clothes. The idea of Eddie carrying his scent made him dizzy. 

Robin joined them for breakfast on the veranda. She immediately grilled him on the bruise and what had happened last night and why Eddie was here so early but thankfully did so fully in Italian. He was none the wiser because Robin had the brilliant idea to give him a codename so that he wouldn’t hear ‘Eddie’ float out amongst the words he didn’t know. He was clearly trying to follow it though, eyes ping-ponging between him and Robin as they spoke.

A man came out to them near the end of breakfast, also speaking Italian but only directly to Steve. Only when he left did they start speaking English.

“Today I’m to oversee a meeting with the visiting Provenza family”, Steve said.

“Looks like your dad still trusts you after last night”, Robin noted, then grinned at Eddie.

Eddie looked away while sipping the last of his coffee. He didn’t need to know Italian to know that Steve had probably told her everything. He only wondered how it sounded from Steve’s perspective. How had he come off during it all?

“More like he doesn’t speak Italian. And doesn’t want to speak through a translator the whole time”, Steve said.

“So your dad doesn’t know a lick of Italian?”, Eddie asked.

Steve shook his head. As a kid, he hadn’t thought of it much, but now that he was older he saw it for what it was. Not just a refusal to learn something that would make him exponentially better at the job, but also a selfish act in itself. He never shared in his wife’s language. Steve really wondered how his father tricked his mother into marrying him.

Eddie couldn’t understand not making an attempt in such a long time. The man had to have met an Italian girl, romanced her, gotten married, had a child, then raised that child, all while not trying to learn her language. What neither Robin nor Steve knew was that Eddie had picked up a phrase book a week ago. 

The meeting was a lunch one at noon and in the meantime, Steve insisted on Eddie wearing his clothes to it while the alpha’s were laundered. When Eddie put them on, he ventured a sniff, bringing the jacket up to his nose. He let out a quiet rumble. It was no small thing, for Steve to offer this. And he was willing to bet money that Steve was thinking about the same thing.

It was all but confirmed when he revealed himself and he watched Steve’s eyes roam over his body. Steve was leaning against the car. Eddie double checked to make sure there wasn’t a driver waiting on them. He was glad to see that they were completely alone.

“You want everyone to know I’m yours?”, Eddie asked.

“Everyone already should”, Steve said with a shrug. “Now can I trust you to drive us today, or will my virtue be in danger again?”

“Oh, you little asshole. Last night, you were the one egging me on the whole time”, Eddie leaned into his space, lips curling up.

“Who me? I’m innocent…And there’s nothing little about it”, he winked before getting into the back seat.

Eddie took a deep breath but Steve’s scent was still strong on him, so even though he was outside, that didn’t really help things. He got into the driver’s seat and took them to the restaurant Steve had told him about. When they arrived and were escorted to their table, the others were already there, thankfully saving them from a repeat of last night.

The lunch meeting started, all of it fully in Italian as expected. Eddie stood nearby the table, hands clasped in front of them. He was honestly drifting in and out of the conversation since he couldn’t really follow it in the first place. But just as he was drifting in, he caught the word ‘dog’ when the main Provenza gestured to him. Steve’s neutral expression turned into something fierce. He said something much too quickly for Eddie to have a hope in catching and threw his napkin on the table in indignation.

The person he was talking to looked properly chastised and apologetic, and the conversation continued as normal. When they finished up, Eddie walked out with Steve, the omega picking up a paper bag from the hostess up front. He handed it to Eddie.

“Your lunch.”

“Thanks”, Eddie said, bewildered to say much else.

“Just don’t eat in the car”, Steve warned.

Eddie ended up waiting until they were back at the estate, where Steve led the way into the hedge maze and they reached the middle and sat on one of the benches. 

“How much do you know about my family history?”, Steve asked as Eddie dug into the pasta Steve had acquired for him.

“Heard pretty much all of it from Robin, I think”, Eddie answered.

“Well, now I think it’s time you’ve heard some of it from me.”

Part 11

[rebelscums]

You Drew Stars (Hunter x Jedi reader)

Ratings: Angst

Summary: A choice will be made.

Pt 8 to You Drew Stars

“Omega?” Hunter called out for the young girl once again.

He’s lost track of the time he has spent looking for her and that was only because he was on the other side of the island when Wrecker brought this to his attention. She’s been disappearing and quiet a lot lately and of course he knew the reason why. How everyone could see the once bright girl was no longer cheerful, but how could she be?

Hunter knew he was close to finding her. There was only three known spots of hers that she could be at and he could already sense her presence and the way her heartbeat picked up the closer he got.

“I know you’re here, kid.” Hunter sighed as he stood along the cove, “You’ve been distant all day... Longer than that.” He whispered the last part, “Everyone is worried about you. Wrecker hasn’t even gone near fishing, said he’s been waiting for you.”

She didn’t want to respond, she just couldn’t get the words out. She just wanted to enjoy the waves of the ocean gently hitting the shoreline alone.

Another breath left Hunter’s lips when he earned no witty response in return, “Kid… What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone more gentle and soft spoken.

Omega huffed at the persistency of her brother even though she knew that he meant well.

“It’s been three months…” Omega finally answered as she poked at the sand with a stick, “Three months, thirteen days-”

Hunter could barely see her small form hiding around one of the rocks by the cove.

“And six hours… I know kid.” He sighed as he took in the beautiful sea before him.

Hunter hated to admit it out loud, but he had been counting the days as well.

There was a moment of serenely, a pause before Omega spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper, but Hunter heard. His enhanced hearing could be a blessing and a curse.

“It’s different.” She whispered.

“What is?” Hunter already knew the answer, but this is the most he’s heard from her since…

“Everything!” Now her voice raised as frustration and anger took over her form.

For a second she reminded him of Crosshair as he watched the stick she was holding fly into the air and into the shallow depths of the ocean before reappearing to float away.

Hunter had an ache in his chest knowing that they would have gotten along quite well if only Crosshair had given them a chance…

“Everything’s different. I can’t sleep because I don’t have her stories to listen to. I don’t like the food because it’s not hers. I always forget to tie my short or brush my hair. Everything is at a standstill here and-” She huffed as she ran a hand through her hair, “I can’t…”

He let the young girl rant, choosing to sit on the opposite side of the rock.

Hunter knew what the kid was going through. He has put up a pretty good front to the new community that they’ve been gracefully accepted into as well but… He hasn’t felt like himself either.

Day by day the realization that his General was truly gone chipped away at his nerve, piece by piece. Yet he still tried to hold on and be a leader from his family even if one of them was… Gone.

“I miss my mom.” Omega said finally, her voice trailing off into a quiet whisper.

Hunter closed his brown eyes, leaning his head back against the rock. The sun felt warm against his skin, but did little to warm the empty m chill in his heart.

“I know kid…” He repeated those words to her and they were once again left in that numbing silence.

I know…

That’s all he can say at this point.

If only he could just bring her back…

He would…

“She would have liked it here.” Hunter murdered.

Omega let out a broken laugh as she wiped away her tears, “I think it’s a bit too peaceful for her.”

Hunter chuckled, “I suppose you’re right. For a Jedi she is-was quite adventurous.”

“Yeah…” Omega agreed.

“Come on. Wrecker wanted to show you something.” Hunter said as he stood up, “Like I said, he’s been waiting all day for you. I think you’ll like it.”

As he held his hand out towards her and he could only hope that Wrecker will be able to take the poor girls mind off of her loss, at least for a little while.

Maybe he could grab a drink. That seems to work these days.

…

It was the beeping that startled me at first.

The sound rang through my ears, echoing through the darkness I saw. I didn’t notice it at first, but panic quickly settled in when I realized that I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t do anything…

Why can’t I move? What happened? I wondered as I began to come to.

My limbs felt heavy, tugging to the cold metal that lied underneath me.

Metal… That’s… A good sign right? It must mean that I’m back on the ship?

Images began to flood my mind as I remembered the events on that docking bay.

Did the others end up saving me? Did Tech make it? He must have… I have to believe that he did.

I wanted to open my mouth, to call out for them and yet my mind was stuck motionless against my body.

Why can’t I speak? Why can’t I do anything? How long have I been out?

“She’s beginning to wake up.” A female voice that I had no recollection of said just to my left.

That’s not Omega. Was my first thought and panic began to settle in.

“Give her another shot of the sedative.” It was a male voice that spoke up this time.

Definitely not one of the boys… I’m not back home am I?

I tried to remember everything that happened hoping that I can piece together the truth.

This couldn’t be a real hospital, no… I must have been captured then, but by who? Who in the empire would want me alive rather than dead…

It was then I remembered the lengths I had to go through to make sure Tech lived… I used the force and now…

They know who I really am.

“She can’t wake up until the doctor is ready to see her.” The man said.

No! I wanted to shout at them, but I could already feel myself beginning to fade as a needle pressed into my skin.

What is… Happening to me? Help… Somebody please.

Hunter…

…

“Echo will be arriving soon.” Tech walked up to the bar, a warm low light from the hanging lanterns glowed over him and his brother.

Tech found himself standing beside the brooding soldier. Someone who looked less like a soldier and more like an unraveling piece of string, his brother.

“That’s good news.” Hunter nodded his head not really paying attention to his brother, “It’s been a while since he stopped by, Rex has been putting him on a lot of missions lately.”

Tech agreed, “Echo is one of the best so there’s no reason why Rex wouldn’t.”

Hunter nodded and soon his focus was towards the purple liquid in his drink that changed to a blue every time he swirled it around.

“I have information…” Tech’s voice trailed off nervously, he couldn’t calculate Hunter’s reaction

“About?” Hunter drawled out with a furrowed brow.

“Echo stated over the comms that he has obtained coordinates that would lead us straight to Crosshair.” Tech said as gently as he was capable too, he was glad that he confided with Phee first before presenting this to Hunter.

He also knew the mention of their brother’s name would light a fuse in Hunter and for as much as Tech wanted to be wrong, he was right once again.

Tech continued when he got no answer, “This time it’s real. No side mission, no puzzle. We know where Crosshair is. We can bring him back home.”

“No.” Hunter stated sternly.

“For all he has done, he is still our brother.” Tech pushed, “He deserves to be saved. Wrecker and I think…” He was cut off before he could finish.

“Yeah? And look where that got us last time. She’s dead because we tried to save our brother who so clearly doesn’t want to be saved.” Hunter said as he took a big gulp of his beer.

“Crosshair is located on Mount Tantiss. Wrecker, Echo and I have already looked over the layout and we agree that it can be done.” Tech continued, hoping to persuade his sergeant.

“No. I’m done putting anymore lives at risk. Stop asking.” Hunter grunted.

“The General would have done it.” Tech stated firmly.

That seemed to have lit a spark of anger within the old sergeant as he slammed his glass down and finally looked at his brother with a pointed glare. He stood as he spoke, rising to his full height which didn’t compare to his brother, but intimidated the taller soldier none the less.

“Don’t you dare. Bring her into this.” Hunter spat, “She is gone because we tried to save crosshair, the brother who betrayed us for the empire. He made his choice. I will not… I refuse to loose anyone else die. Do you hear me?”

“Yes… Sir.” Tech nodded stiffly before taking his data pad and walking away as his brother slumped back into his seat with a defeated sigh.

“What did he say?” Phee asked Tech the moment she saw him.

His shoulders were slumped more than usual and she knew that the little conversation didn’t go too well.

“He said no.” Tech confirmed solemnly.

Phee placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “We’ll get through to him.”

…

“It seems her vitals are stable, though I would have preferred it if the storm troopers didn’t shoot up my second most prized possession. It is rare to find a Jedi now a days.” Doctor Hemlock studied the Jedi who laid motionless on the table.

“Yes.” Emerie agreed as she checked on the Jedi’s vitals, “She seems to have integrated smoothly into the healing process after the mechanical replacement to her right arm.”

“How is her arm?” He wondered as he stared at the silver steel, it matched perfectly with her left arm in shape and length, down to her fingers.

“There has been no complications and it seems to be functioning properly as well.” Emerie confirmed.

“That’s good news. Good work.” Hemlock commended his scientist, “And do we know which Jedi she is? If she fought in the clone wars? If she was highly regarded?”

“No doctor.” Emerie shook her head.

“Well… We’ll find out soon enough.” Hemlock smirked as he watched the Jedi began to wake up.

“Hello little Jedi.”

That voice sent a chill down my spine as I finally blinked my eyes open.

“Where…” I cleared my throat as I tried to get my bearings.

I was in a room that shined in a full silver. It almost looked like a hospital room, but I doubted it with the lack of medical equipment and the cuffs around my wrists.

“Who are you?” I finally asked as I looked to the man with the white coat.

His smile and vacant look in my eyes didn’t help the uneasiness in my stomach. Something was just not right about him… It was almost wicked… Dark…. Just who is this man?

“I am Royce Hemlock, but you may call me Doctor Hemlock.” He stated, “And who might you be?”

I said my name slowly, almost above a whisper as I studied him and the other woman in the room.

“Ah…” A flicker of acknowledgment flashed before his eyes, “Might you be the General who served in the clone wars? You are… The Jedi master Aayla Secura’s prodigy are you not?”

Heading my old master’s name again after so long, had tears welling my eyes. I didn’t give him a reply and I suppose that was answer enough when he clapped his hands together with glee.

“Oho! Look here, we have one of the best General and killer to ever grace the battlefield. This is going to be much more exciting then I had originally planned.”

“What do you mean? I am of no use to you.” I furrowed my brows as the cuffs on my hands unlocked, “The Jedi are no more. I am not more, just let me go…”

It was then that I noticed the glinting color of steel where my arm should be. My eyes widened in fear as a gasp left my lips.

“Oh don’t worry, we didn’t do that on purpose, a blaster shot had left your right arm completely immobilized and mangled so we did you a favor.” Hemlock stated with a wave of his hand, “Good as new.”

“Now follow me and don’t try any tricks. I’ve spent quite some time studying your kind exclusively and so I know how kind works. One click of this button and a shock will be sent through your right arm and towards your heart and well… I’m sure you can guess what would happen then.” He smirked as he waved the small device in his hand before shoving it into his pocket.

I really was captured by the enemy… Why couldn’t they have just let me die? What do they have planned… I honestly didn’t want to know the answer to my last question.

He didn’t even wait for me as he began walking out of the room.

“How long have I been asleep?” I asked him as I looked at my body and found that my wounds had been healed.

“Almost a month and with the bacta tank your wounds are nothing more than scars.” He said casually.

My brows furrowed, “Just what kind of a doctor are you?”

“I’m a chief scientist of the advance science division. My specialty is studying dna and…”

I cut him off.

“Clones.” I muttered in disbelief as I took in the sight before me.

We walked past cells with clone troopers trapped inside, a whole lot of them that it would take hours to count, maybe even days.

Each soldier looked malnourished and drained of energy, only a shell of what they use to be. It made my heart ache wondering if my boys could end up like this… If Omega…

Suddenly I wish for them to never find me.

No. It’s safer where they are. They must assume that I died so if I can’t find a way out of here myself then I hope they never find out the truth. Their lives are more important.

“Why yes, I’m in charge of the imperial cloning program.” Hemlock nodded not even bothering to glance at any of the soldiers he has kidnapped.

“They… They don’t deserve this.” I shook my head as I ran to one of the cells. The trooper could barely even look up at me as I tried to open his cell, “This isn’t right! It’s inhumane! You can’t just keep them in cells, they are human beings too! They deserve a choice.”

“No they do not. They are clones who are serving their purpose and I wouldn’t try to help them if I were you.” His voice grew dark as he reached for the remote in his pocket, “You’re able to walk around this facility as a courtesy. As long as you comply, there will be no reason to how do clones say? Ah yes. Decommission you.”

I slowly stepped back as my heart reeled with pain, “Please. Let them go. The clone wars are over. There is no use for cloning anymore, let these soldiers have their peace.”

“I am afraid I can’t.” He shook his head, “This is by the order of the empire and these clones here are highly regarded and needed to complete my project.”

“You mean they are just Guinea pigs for you to experiment on.” I spat at him with a glare.

“Not just them.” He walked into an open room with clones strapped to tables by a machine, “But you as well.” He turned towards me.

“What?” I furrowed my brows before I felt a prick in my neck.

“You my dear… Are going to be very important to my experiment. I’ve studied others like you of course, but it always ended in travesty. But just imagine! If I could finally figure out how Jedi are intertwined with the force and you would help me accomplish that! For the will of science. It is a great honor if I do say so myself.”

I shook my head as I took a step back, feeling my legs begin to wobble, “I don’t want to have any part of this.”

“I didn’t say you had a choice.” His eyes darkened as he stared at me, “You will either live here or die here. That is the only choice you have.”

“Besides, I’d love to see how a prized killer like you ticks hm?” His voice slowly got slower with every passing second, “Comply and you will see tomorrow, little Jedi.”

I felt hands lock around my arms and I found myself being dragged. I could barely make out one of the tables that was set up for me.

“Don’t worry. You won’t feel a thing… For now.” His voice drifted away as I closed my eyes.

Not aware of my surroundings. Not aware of the clone with the significant tattoo knocked out a few tables away.

I felt like I was a child again, watching my home burn up in flames from the war. It was the first time in a while that I felt truly scared. I could feel a tear roll down my cheek as I my mind faded once again.

I want to go home.

“Start the reprogramming immediately. By the time we’re done with her she will obey us completely and running tests on her will go much more smoothly.” Dr. Hemlock stated with a nod, “Valuable dna and a Jedi general. She will fit here nicely.”

“But what about the clone over there.” Emerie pointed over at Crosshair, “Records show she was apart of Clone Force 99.”

Dr. Hemlock’s chuckle rang throughout the room, “This day just keeps getting better and better. This Jedi right here is our ticket to the clone girl and we’ll use him to keep her in line until the reprogramming is complete.”

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[ghost-in-the-hall]

Marrying the Papa's - Terzo x GN! Reader FLUFF - Part 1: The Proposal

"Good morning amore." You smiled at the raspy morning voice of your partner laying next to you in bed. You rolled over to face him, cuddling into his chest as he pulled you into his arms.

"Good morning." You respond through a yawn. You stretched as much as you could without leaving his embrace, the soft satin sheets sliding over your bare skin. Terzo tilted your chin up slightly, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You smile, almost five years with him and you still couldn't believe you were lucky enough to wake up with him every morning. "What's on the agenda for today, my love?"

"Well, I have a couple meetings to attend this morning. I was going to have the Ghouls take you into town to go shopping today because tonight I have a very special date planned for the two of us." He kept his voice quiet, knowing it often took you a little bit to fully wake up.

"A special date, huh? What's the occasion?" He chuckles as he caresses the side of your face.

"What? Can I not do something nice for my favorite person?" You can't stop yourself from blushing under his amorous gaze. You hide your face against him, his chest hair tickling your nose slightly.

"You're too good to me, you know that?" He rolls over, pulling you on top of him. He keeps his arms around your waist, warm smile never faltering as he gazes at you.

"Nothing is ever too good for you cara mia." The two of you lay in blissful silence for a little longer before Terzo regrettably has to get up to start his day. He jumps in the shower, leaving you to drift in and out of sleep for a little while longer while he's still there. You feel the edge of the bed sink under his weight, a gentle kiss finding its way to your forehead. "I'll send someone over to take you shopping in a couple hours amore, alright?" 

You nod, letting out a sleepy hum of confirmation. "Tell your brothers I say hi." Terzo smiles down at you, pushing his fingers through your hair before he gives you one final kiss as he heads out. You stayed in bed a little longer, not wanting to relinquish the warmth that Terzo's plush comforter provided. You eventually made your way into the kitchen, making yourself a small breakfast and some coffee when you were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. "Well good morning Primo." He floats into the room with a gentle smile.

"Good morning il mio bambino. I just finished up my meeting with Terzo and thought I'd come keep you company for a while." You move to put the kettle on, you always keep it out and ready just for moments like these. You join him in the living room as you wait for the water to boil. "I've brought you a gift my dear."

"Oh goodness, Primo you didn't need to do that." He hands you a rather large, neatly wrapped box that you hadn't noticed him enter with. He hands it over to you with an excited smile. 

"Well go on, open it." You can't help but laugh at his zealous nature. You carefully undid the wrapping and removed the lid. You pulled out the most beautiful black velvet cloak with the most beautiful gold embroidery and purple lining you had ever seen.

"Primo, these robes are reserved for Prime Movers, I couldn't possibly accept this." You try to hand it back to him but he refuses.

"Prime Mover or not, I can see how happy you and Terzo are together. When the day comes that he asks for your hand you'll need that for your ceremony." He takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You're family (Y/N), never feel undeserving of whatever gifts we may give you. I may be old, but I'm still your Papa." He chuckles. He pulls you into a loving hug before you get up to make him his cup of tea. The two of you sit and chat for a while longer before he has to head off to another meeting. He gives you one final hug and reminds you that you deserve his gift before leaving you to get ready to head into town. Terzo ended up sending Omega and Most to take you, both of them incredibly excited to help you pick out something nice to wear for your date. You decided on something simple, yet elegant, a style Terzo always enjoyed seeing you in.

"He's absolutely going to love it!" Mist reassures you, hugging your arm. Omega walked behind you, all of your bags in his hands.

"I can't wait to see what he has planned, he always takes me on the most amazing dates." Mist and Omega shared a knowing glance.

"We know you'll have a great time, Terzo's been planning this for a while." Omega says with a chuckle. You headed back to your quarters to get ready, finishing just as Terzo had gotten home.

"Cara mia." He sweeps you up in his arms with a smile, kissing you deeply. "I missed you terribly today my love."

"I missed you too." He spins you around, causing you to laugh.

"You look absolutely wonderful. Let me just change out of my robes and we can head out cara." He kisses the back of your hand before disappearing into your bedroom, coming back a few minutes later in more casual clothes. His hair was messy from being under his mitre all day. You held his arm as the two of you walked the halls, Siblings of Sin greeting both of you as they went about their evenings. Terzo led you outside to the lake on the Abbey's property. On a small section of beach there was a blanket set up for the two of you to sit by a small bonfire, a bottle of your favorite wine and a single red rose sat before you. You joined Terzo on the blanket, blushing slightly as he steals a kiss from you before pouring you each a glass of wine. "To the love of my life."

"To many more happy years with you, amore." Your glasses clink together, each of you taking a long sip. You never got tired of just looking at him. He was just as handsome now as the day you had met him. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

He chuckles, "I should be asking you that." He smiles as he takes in every detail of your face. "Cara mia, could you grab the bottle of wine for me?" You nod, sitting up and turning around to reach the bottle. You turned back to face Terzo, freezing when your eyes landed on him. He was on one knee, ring box propped open in his hand. Inside was the most beautiful piece of jewelry you had ever seen, something you knew Terzo had picked out specifically for you. "(Y/N), I knew the moment I first saw you that you were going to be important to me. I couldn't imagine having met someone more amazing. You're my best friend, you know me better than anyone else, and I love you…" he takes a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. His voice was cracking slightly as he spoke and you realized he was on the brink of tears. "I love you more than I ever thought possible to love another person. You're the person I want to grow old with, who I want to start a life with. (Y/N), I want to spend every single second of the rest of my life by your side. Will you marry me?" You were shaking. One hand clamped over your mouth, the other still tightly gripping the bottle of wine, tears spilling over onto your cheeks.

"Terzo, amore mio, of course I'll marry you." You drop the bottle to the ground, launching yourself into his arms. You cradled his face in your hands, kissing him deeply. You both laughed as he tried to get the engagement ring on your shaking finger. "It's beautiful." The jewel sparkled in the light, you couldn't believe this was real.

"I know how important he is to you, so I got Primo's permission to propose." Terzo admits.

"He knew this whole time? That's why he brought me the robe today." You say quietly.

"He already brought you your Prime Mover robe?" You nod and Terzo smiles. "He must have been really excited when he found out I wanted to propose then." He chuckles softly. "We'll worry about planning the ceremony later. Right now I'd like to worship my beautiful fiance." He smirks before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Omg..... Alpha sub Steve can we please get more 🙏🙏🙏🙏

The origin.

Also, sort of this one, too.

Then, the second installment.

I've confessed my love for tops who melt on top of their bottoms before, but I think it's time for that again. Except. I think it's subby alpha Steve's turn 😏

Bucky rumbles low in his chest, something of his own version of an alpha's chest deep growl mixed with his expected omega purr. Steve is pressed so close to him, on top of him, that Bucky knows he can feel it. The earthquake in his chest. Steve's too strung out to respond, though; he doesn't even let out a weak little mewl in response because he's too strung out, too much of a mess. All cause Bucky has had Steve like this for hours.

Tip to tail, they're pressed tightly together. Sweating until they don't know where one of them begins and the other ends, melting into each other. Into a thoughtless puddle. It feels like there's no oxygen left in the room--it's all been burned away and replaced with thick, humid smoke that smells of mating. It smells like them. Bucky's alluring, candy sweetness, and Steve's musky, dark scent.

Steve is pressed tight inside of him, too. Rearranging his guts with his huge dick. Making room for himself inside of Bucky at Bucky's needy insistence.

More. More. More.

You can't stop, c'mon, Rogers. Head in the fucking game. Keep it up. I want that good dick game, alpha.

The barked orders never stop because Steve really can't keep himself together. He loses himself the second he slides into his omega. He feels like heaven, and, fuck, with the way he goes thoughtless and dumb, you'd really think he has died. No thoughts. Only bliss. Floating. I heaven. Eyes rolled back into his head. Swimming in heat and pleasure and filthy wetness. Moaning like a bitch.

He can't help himself; Bucky has to help him, bless his bossy, domineering omega.

Through the hours that have slipped past like hot, sticky syrup, Bucky has gone from stretched just enough for his stupid alpha's fat cock to fit inside him to gaping around his big cock. Fucked far too open after too many knots shoved inside of him. Knots and cum.

Almost all of that cum is currently getting fucked out of his overworked hole, frothing around where Steve still is. Where they're joined. Locked together. Thick girth and pink, fluttering muscle.

God.

It is heaven.

If it were up to Steve, he'd be done. As much as he has "nuclear-powered" (as Bucky likes to tease) sex drive, he's apparently not limitless. As he's learning. He feels wrung dry. He's pretty sure he's cumming dry now. He isn't even crying now. He's actually dry. But it isn't up to him if he stops or not. Bucky has made him keep going.

Bucky is making him keep going.

Growled words; pure orders. Demanding gropes and slaps and pinches. Stinging pulls of hair. Forced eye contact. All of it. Bucky is making Steve fuck him. Steve can't stop. It hurts, but he can't stop. He needs to please his omega--his dom. He has to.

And some fucked up part of his brain is melting for how it hurts. Yes, yes, yes, that part of him screams. Gleeful with how gloriously perverted this all feels. How deviant.

Besides, Bucky's so fucking knot hungry today that he can't help himself. He needn't starve himself when he has an alpha so eager to please him. Why not indulge? There's no reason not to.

C'mon, alpha.

Bucky shudders, deeply, primally pleased with the wet, squelching, sucking sounds that their bodies are making together. Steve's hard, thick cock driving through a mess of his own cum and Bucky's ocean of slick. He's hard. But, Steve's not as pulse-pounding, throbbing, steel hard as he once was. He's had enough orgasms to keep him from being that hard for at least 48 hours. Impressive, considering Steve's usual, every hour of every day, internal c(l)ock.

So, Bucky knows he's holding on by a thread. Another orgasm, and he'll probably stay soft. Unable to get it up again, no matter what his omega demands of him.

Why not give him some more motivation? A last mad dash, if you will.

Without warning, Bucky shoves Steve up. Making him get up onto his forearms. Hovering just above Bucky rather than melting on his chest, his hips are the only thing moving. And they're moving in pathetic, little jagged thrusts that have been worn down from his smooth, well-practiced dick game to primal humping. His arms are shaking. On the edge of collapse.

His head hangs down to Bucky's chest. Forehead against his collarbones. Panting hotly. Actually, he's drooling a little, too. Mouth agape. No longer in control in any capacity. That thought makes Bucky go feral. He snarls, tipping Steve's chin up with his shaking hand (he's pretty fucked out too at this point), getting his attention just before wrapping his fist around Steve's throat. Tight.

"One more," Bucky rasps, breathless.

Steve whines behind clenched teeth. His 'I don't know if I can' is practically audible in the soft, aching sounds.

But, he will.

"I know you got it in you," Bucky squeezes his throat harder, mean, he knows he's being mean, but he can't help it. Seriously, his heat has to be on the way. Soon. He's so knot hungry. Just another. He'll be fine. He just needs one more.

God.

One. more.

"You got one more, an' I need it, baby," Bucky rumbles. "Need it in m'," his voice is rough around the edges. Desperation really settling in. He's so close. There's just the last stubborn bit of hunger. Then he'll let his alpha get the rest he deserves. "Y'better fucking knot me again--"

Steve hoarsely whimpers with an open mouth despite the hand around his neck. His eyes darken and get even hazier at the order. Bucky watches it happen. The challenge.

It always does things to his alpha.

Good.

"Again. Kn't m' again--or I'm gonna get my knotted dildo out and fuck myself when y-you're tied up an' watchin' me. I'll--I'll gag you, too. So." Bucky can't not let go of a whine, he's getting dicked so good. He can't help it. "So, fuck, you can't beg for forgiveness. You're just guh-gonna have to deal with it. You didn't wanna fuck me, so you're n't gonna fuck me."

"No, no, nooo," Steve cries, gasping the moment Bucky lets his grip on his throat loosen.

"Knot me then," Bucky snarls.

Steve wordlessly rests the full weight of his head against Bucky's hand against his neck. He trusts him fully. He's gonna make it happen. For Bucky.

Bucky knows what Steve wants. He squeezes again. Cutting off his air.

Steve quakes. Every muscle in his body shakes. The demanding, controlling, restricting grip is just the motivation he needs--he puts the most strength he can muster behind his next thrust. It's hilariously pathetic. Weak. But Bucky's abused insides take it in stride.

Bucky moans throatly. Twitching wetly around his raw, used cock. He feels so fucked out and tender.

Just a little more.

A little more.

More.

Steve goes entirely silent, not even audibly heaving in breaths, as his knot expands. Popping. At the same time, his arms melt out from underneath him, collapsing down on top of Bucky, crushing him, and tugging on the loose lock where Bucky's body is still feebly clinging to his knot.

Bucky screams.

But, barely any sound comes out.

Yes!

Bucky lets his hand go limp and whispers, "good, good fucking boy," as he crashes through the pleasure of being filled again. That is what he needed.

God, yes.

Steve can't. He can't. The praise. The overwhelming pleasure. The fact that he's pleased his omega. Yes. Yes. Yes.

[ghouletteanon]

Mushy May: Day 4 - First kiss

Already at day 4 of Mushy May, hosted by the wonderful @forlorn-crows . Prompt list can be found here

Pairing: Cirrus/Cumulus, mentioned Alpha/Omega

Summary: Ficlet takes place in the "Ghoulettes against the world" fake dating AU. Mist pushes Cirrus' and Cumulus' buttons during pack night, implying their relationship is not real, which leads to Cirrus' and Cumulus' sharing a first kiss to prove a point.

Word count: 691

Rating: T, Cirrus is horny for Cumulus

Warnings: Questionable consent (being pressured to kiss)

Cirrus remembered her first kiss topside. It, just like her relationship as it was with Cumulus, had been forced upon her without giving her time to pause and actually consider what was going on.

But just like her relationship with Cumulus she could not find it in herself to regret it.

Besides, it was Mist’s fault. The water ghoulette had been instigating chaos and made it clear that she did not buy the lie at all right from the start even if she had not confronted them directly about it. The way she gave them the cold shoulder and chose her words carefully around them was more than just an indication.

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The pack night had gathered together not only the current band, but also old members who had been retired but were still around. Mist and Zephyr sat together on the couch, Mist casually massaging Zephyr's calves as they reminisced about the mated pair that had been summoned together but banished for acting out of line.

Zephyr said it was good to have a bonded pair around again, but Mist had given the ghoulettes a knowing look. Cirrus was ready to step up and defend her so-called bond, but Cumulus was faster.

Cumulus wanted to prove Mist wrong and opted for action instead of words to get the message across. She pulled Cirrus down to a kiss, a possessive hand on Cirrus’ nape and pressing their lips together with the same passion as during their first night together when Cumulus had truly put her into her place.

Cirrus did her best to play it off as if Cumulus kissing her was an everyday occurrence, responding enthusiastically, but she knew she was fucked. Cumulus was an even better kisser than she could have dreamt of, and she felt like she was light enough to float away with only Cumulus’ strong embrace keeping her in place. Cirrus deepened the kiss, matching Cumulus’ enthusiasm and their tongues met. Cirrus let out a moan as Cumulus cradled her face with one hand, the tip of her tongue running alongside the sensitive spot right behind Cirrus’ fangs. Cirrus desperately needed to feel that skilled tongue elsewhere, but that was out of the cards as of now. No matter how much Cirrus wanted Cumulus, safety in numbers was more important and she could not risk an alliance just because of lust.

But Sathanas, Cumulus was a great kisser and Cirrus would have wanted more.

Mist pulled the ghoulettes aside to the bathroom and locked the door while the rest of the pack was involved in a tournament of Mario Kart and the Rainbow Road theme played in the background, accompanied by Dew and Swiss loudly cursing Copia and Mountain for using blue shells. “I don’t believe you, but I respect what you’re doing.”

“You’re not going to let the boys in on the secret then?” Cirrus asked, voice low as she was very much aware of how well ghouls could hear even when distracted.

“No, besides I get it,” Mist nodded, solemnly. “The pack has been a boys club for so long it’s good for us ghulehs to band together. I wish you two all the best, but don’t come crying to me when you fuck up at some point.”

“What do you get for not telling on us?” Cumulus asked, her voice stone cold and sober. Her hair was barely contained by the loose braids Cirrus had tied it in earlier, her feathers ruffled both figuratively and literally.

“Amusement and revenge,” Mist smiled and Cirrus recognised it both as amusement and as a threat. Mist’s teeth were as sharp as a piranha’s. “The boys can be idiots when they think they know something so that's fun. But Imperator took Terzo, Omega and Alpha from us for wanting to be something more. I want to see her being played for a fool."

“That’s all?” Cirrus crossed her arms.

“I swear it, by everything unholy.” Mist opened the lock on the bathroom door. “Now go out and cause absolute hell and mayhem and beat Sister Imperator in her own game. Show the church what ghoulettes are capable of.”

[fragileizywriting]

"ah... luka, uhm... can you..."

her voice is starting to shake. it's so stupid. it's so stupid. just the crack of her voice sends her body into a feedback loop, because she's struggling not to cry, but her voice is making her sound even more pathetic than she already feels and it's making her feel loserish. scared. and it makes her voice crack again. he looks up from the home he's made on the futon, peeling his eyes away from the tv; here, she stands, barefoot and wearing pajamas three sizes too big so it hides her entire body. it's safer that way. more comfortable. her eyes are leaking and the living room is smudging into nothing but streaking lights.

"kitty?"

"not feeling too hot," she croaks.

"i can tell," he murmurs. "i can smell how distressed you are."

stupid, stupid, stupid omega hormones. he could probably smell her fatigue and her depression all day, but didn't mention it, because he's so polite and caring and didn't want to make it worse.

"c-can..." ah. she's starting to go nonverbal, even as she staggers on the carpet from foot to foot, stimming by refusing to stay still. "i need...."

"help?"

"please," she whispers.

he puts the controller down. his character on screen immediately gets sniped from the enemy team. luka pays no attention to the player teabagging him while he's out for the count, more interested in staring right at her.

big arms go out, beckoning her to come cuddle-- she does, siren-called, biting her own cheek because she's bothering him. she's at the point that it doesn't even matter. who cares if she's interrupting? she needs this. really, really badly.

a quick, gentle touch of her nose to his wrist, right where a secondary, smaller scent gland hides underneath his bracelets, helps put color back into the world.

he tucks her in under his chin because she fits so well, and with it she sits on his lap on his thighs where he's made a little hole in his legspace to accomodate for her. hands come to cup hers, not exactly moving, just pressing his arms around her and give her enough pressure to feel alive again. he knows better than to do any movements that might prickle on the skin. no matter how much he wants to rub her back to comfort her by moving his thumb across the back of her palm, she can't deal with that much right now. maybe later. in a few minutes. when her body doesn't feel like a hot air balloon floating thousands of feet in the air.

"color?"

"tanish green."

"shape?"

"ditto from pokemon."

he kisses her hair. "okay. not great."

"yeah," she scoffs. "god... i feel worthless."

"what happened?"

"i don't know." she follows it back immediately with a: "i think i feel ugly. a lot ugly. i want to tear my hair out."

"oh, god. why?"

"i don't know." her voice cracks again. "i... need to sleep, or something. don't listen to bad thoughts after dinner. but they've been telling me this all day. i'm too ugly, too ugly, too ugly."

"you're not ugly at all."

"i... god..."

"i know..." he hums in thought. "i know you won't believe me today, but you might tomorrow. we can go to bed soon. just after you've stopped crying, okay? just breathe. it's okay. you're okay." he kisses her hair again. "it's okay. everything's okay. i love you."

she squeezes his hand four times to say it back.

i

love

you

too.

[casspurrjoybell-19]

CLAIMED - Chapter 17

*Warning: Adult Content*     

The loud bang of Beta Jaxson Ortiz’s back falling heavily against the closed door barely registered in his fuzzy brain as searching lips collided in a clash of heated sparks. 

It was as if their bodies couldn't get close enough, as if their skin wanted nothing more but to meld together for all of eternity, leaving not even a hair's width of a gap between the spaces.

Head Pack Warrior Corey Cahill's hulkingly large body that pressed firmly over Jaxson was a welcome wall of protection against the rest of the world as he descended upon the Beta’s willing lips over and over. 

The constant, dangerously low grumble in Corey’s chest and the swirl of metal in his irises left no doubt about the fact that Corey and his Alpha Wolf were overcome with their protective instincts given the... situation that had just transpired not even ten minutes prior.

The left side of Jaxson’s chest almost hurt with how hard his heart involuntarily squeezed at the memory.

Those harsh words hurled at him from Alpha Sephtis from the Feral Pack cut deep, deeper than Jaxson could ever bring himself to admit. 

And as the Feral Wolf talked about taking Jaxson for himself, to live as one of his own, personal, Omega harems, the Crescent Moon Beta found himself frozen in the spot, throat tightening with both fear and frustration at the fact that the Alpha saw him that way.

He felt ashamed as he sat there, unable to respond as the Alpha Sephtis continued on.

Any good Beta would have defend themselves, any good Beta would have already challenged this stupid-ass of a man but not Jaxson.

He couldn't do anything other than sit there in shock as his brain whirled.

‘Maybe my father was right. Maybe I wasn't cut out to be a Beta.’

However, as Jaxson attempted to regain the shreds of his composure, his Mate’s soothing voice instead floated to the forefront of his brain, the distinct softness of it dominating the loud place where Jaxson’s father's harsh voice had been for the entirety of his life.

'Jax, look at me. You are always safe with me.'

Then, before he could blink, Corey made good on that promise.

His Mate was crouched dangerously on top of that table, every bit of the strong and capable Alpha that he was, on display as his large muscles flexed and sharp jaw ticked. 

The sight of him had Jaxson’s thighs pressing together under the table and he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the man who did not hesitate to make it his duty to protect him, to defend his fragile honor.

 ‘Even though I had done absolutely nothing to deserve it.’

‘Because if you even so much as breathe in the direction of my mate again, I will take the greatest pleasure in making you disappear.'

Needless to say, the level of desire Jaxson felt for his mate in that moment was borderline embarrassing.

He had never felt a homosexual urge like that in his entire fucking life. 

‘If I were an Omega, my backside would be sopping with slick at that moment as I contemplated how many pounds per square inch of pressure I would need to use to suck the meat right off of Corey’s enormous length.’

Corey's intense growl brought Jaxson back to the present as his calloused hand reached up to wrap around the Beta’s slender neck with the gentlest touch, thumb brushing lovingly against his Deep Mark, a physical reminder of the Bond between both of their souls.

"I need to Mark you again," Corey's deep voice reverberated as they finally detached their lips, although their chests continued heaving. 

The rasp and slight strain of Corey’s voice indicated how close the Warrior’s Wolf, Dashiell was to taking over. 

"I can already feel both myself and Dash falling into Rut if I do not." 

Corey’s eyes closed, as his free hand went down to grab Jaxson, bringing the back of it to his lips as if he were the perfect gentleman. 

"May I?"

The Beta didn't trust his voice to work through the thick haze of lust that overtook his brain, so he simply nodded in response, wasting no time in lifting his arms up to wrap around Corey’s neck and pulling that handsome face back down onto his waiting lips.

Corey's large hands immediately hooked underneath Jaxson’s thighs, the warmth of them seeping through the Beta’s skin all of the way down to the bone as the Warrior effortlessly lifted his Mate’s body up to sandwich it between his own and the bedroom door. 

The man was seemingly past being gentle as his fingers dug into the fleshy meat of Jaxson’s thighs, the pressure of it driving the Beta’s Wolf, Luka fucking wild as he sensed the nearness of his own Mate.

"Tell me our safe word," Corey's incredibly deep voice vibrated through Jaxson as he spoke in a clipped manner from the crook of his Mate’s neck, where he had been busy sucking the shit out of the Beta’s sensitive mark.

It took a few deep breaths and a moan of pleasure from Corey mouthing at Jaxson’s neck for him to finally gather strength enough to make his vocal cords cooperate.

"Unicorn," Jaxson breathed out, or more like basically squeaked out the word they'd agreed on days prior. 

Corey's canines dully prodded the tender point at which he was surely going to Mark when the time came.

A rogue shiver slid down Jaxson’s spine at the image that flashed across his psyche, of his large Mate pressed down on top of him, sweat dripping down his pulsating temple as he buried himself deep inside of both of his most sensitive places.

"Good boy."

Jaxson couldn't help the high-pitched whine that escaped him at Corey’s sweet praise, leaning forward to bury his own face in his lover’s broad shoulder as the Warrior lifted him from against the door and immediately began crossing the few steps across the hardwood to get to their waiting bed.

Jaxson’s back bounced against the soft, memory foam mattress as his Mate dropped him on top of it, wasting no time in pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor before moving on to undo the buckle of his black combat pants.

‘Not gonna lie, it was hard as hell for me to keep my tongue in my mouth at that moment.’

Jaxson watched as Corey’s bare muscles flexed with every movement, the hard, defined shape of each of them making the Beta shiver as he reminisced about how damn good they always felt when they moved against his skin, or underneath his nails as he raked them down his equally as defined back... 

 "Strip."

Jaxson wordlessly blinked at the order, the demanding sound of Corey’s tone a switch to whirl the increasingly more submissive part of his brain to life.

He wasted no time in complying, his arms crossing to grab the hem of hi9s shirt. 

He wrestled the fabric over his head with impatient hands as he felt the heated gaze of his mate on his skin, the intensity of his Rut beginning to crackle through their Bond as Corey’s desire for Jaxson steadily mounted.

"Faster," Corey demanded as Jaxson threw his annoying-ass shirt somewhere into the abyss of blankets on the bed.

At this point the Beta’s Man was already completely naked, large shadow looming over his squirming form as he palmed his throbbing erection with a large hand, thumb and palm squeezing tightly over the girth of it in an effort to recreate the friction that the Alpha's Rut demanded that he find inside of his Mate. 

Corey’s almond-shaped eyes grew dark and all-knowing as he drank in the sight of Jaxson’s body as if it were his last.

The Beta supposes his fingers fumbled with his pants much too long for Corey or Dashiell's liking, as next thing he knew, his Mate’s large hands were on top of his, shooing them away as he simply ripped the fabric between his fingers, tearing Jaxson’s jeans away from his body as if he were simply tearing a piece of paper out of a notebook.

Normally, Jaxson would likely have screamed bloody murder at the oaf for destroying his shit but since that fateful day in the woods, when the dynamic of their entire relationship shifted for the better, the only thing that he could think of is how hot Corey looked with that untamed look in his eye, the one that screamed how much he wanted his Mate, how much he wanted to dominate his Mate, body and soul.

"Agh..." Jaxson exclaimed as Corey's heavy body descended upon his, his eyes practically rolling back at the feeling of his lover’s thick member pressed against his lower thigh and his corded fingers wrapping around the Beta’s neck, much tighter this time as his heated forehead pressed against his own.

"Next time I tell you to go faster, you go faster. Do you understand me?" Corey's voice was somehow even deeper now as they both descended deeper into the clutches of their raw desire, the Beta’s toes curling at the sound of it mixed with the demanding words sent his way. 

Jaxson nodded his head vigorously as he clutched Corey’s body to his, the desire to keep him close and please him sparking like electricity through his veins.

"Yes, sir..." Jaxson whispered.

The Beta’s heart was beating wildly at this point, to the point where he thought it might explode from the confines of his ribcage at any given second.

It was all so scary.

Scary to give up so much autonomy to Corey, to trust him with his body, scary to allow him to make demands of him when he'd been taught his entire life to only obey that of the Alpha he served.

But most of all, it was absolutely terrifying how much Jaxson loved it.

The idea of letting go, of giving someone else his burdens to take care of for even a short while, was equally as petrifying as it was liberating.

But now was the time to begin to face his fears, to show Corey he would try his best, show him that he was all in, to show him that he wanted him.

Because he did want him. 

So damn bad that it almost hurt.

"Such a good boy for me, Jaxson." 

Satisfied with Jaxson’s response, Corey's strong hand released his lover’s neck, instead sliding up to capture his jaw and lift it up to his liking in order to press a bruising kiss to his already abused lips, his need evident in the sheer force of it.

Jaxson would be remiss to say that he didn't immediately miss the pressure of the space between his thumb and forefinger as it pressed into his windpipe, flattening him into the bed underneath him.

"Umph..." 

A yelp escaped him as Jaxson was suddenly flipped into his stomach by muscular arms as if he were nothing other than just a ragdoll that weighed absolutely nothing, the musky scent of Corey's Rut increasing by the second and ensnaring the Beta’s senses as well.

Jaxson’s hole tingled with cold pinpricks in response to his Mate's Rut Pheromones, his entire body responding with earnest as he wanted nothing more than to spread his legs for him, to accept the Head Warrior into the willing cavern of his body so that he could satisfy that raging urge to claim that the Beta knew he was currently experiencing.

Corey's warm hands were underneath Jaxson’s hips in less than a moment, yanking them up to present his, admittedly pretty damn plump, ass and desperately fluttering hole on a silver platter for him.

"I will never let anyone take you away from me. Not now, not ever."

SMACK

Jaxson’s body jerked against the sheets and he whined out in surprise as he felt Corey’s heavy palm descend on the sensitive flesh of his right ass cheek. 

His cheek burned as his Mate subsequently rubbed at the same spot, dousing the flickering flames that were quickly rushing to the surface.

Jaxson’s arms stretched out above him and eyes rolled back at the overwhelming sensation as he desperately swayed his hips in front of his Warrior lovers in a similar manner that a cobra would to ensnare it’s trainer, in an attempt to entice him to do it again, to... ‘spank me again.’

However, after a long pause of silence and no movement from behind him, a frustrated lament sounded from his chest as Jaxson glanced over his shoulder with a frown.

Corey's eyes were utterly glazed over as he stared down at the twitching hole between Jaxson’s cheeks that he'd spread wide open with his giant palms. 

Although his face remained in it’s impassively blank expression, the Beta could tell by the slightest crinkle of his eyes and the tiny gap between his lips that Corey was... surprised by something?

‘Oh fuck, I better not have left toilet paper stuck up there or something.’

"Is something wrong?" 

Jaxson somehow managed to force out of his lust-paralyzed throat, reaching behind himself in an effort to touch his hole to investigate what had his lover in such a trance. 

Before he could however, one of Corey's powerful hands snapped to grab Jaxson’s wrist, holding it steadily in place as he silently forbade his Mate from touching himself.

"No. It is mine." 

The Head Warrior’s voice was absolute gravel at this point and Jaxson could tell that he was likely barely holding onto a thread as his Wolf, Dashiell fought his way forward.

Corey’s other hand slipped down between his Jaxson’s cheeks, a shiver cascading it’s way down the Beta’s arched spine as he felt the tip of his lover’s thick finger slide around the circumference of his tight rim before bringing the digit up close to his face. 

His eyes widened the slightest bit and chest heaved up and down as he stared, unable to rip his dark gaze away from whatever it was that he saw.

"Your slick is all mine."

‘Wait. What? Slick? There was no way, I was a Beta for fuck's sake, Betas don't make slick. The only ones who made slick were Om...Oh My Goddess...’ 

"UNICORN..."

[yanderechuu]

Shower Thoughts

yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader

[3.2K]

Summary: Momo wasn’t as trustable as you had presumed.

Warning: Larceny, nonconsensual touching, masturbation

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You used to spend roughly ten minutes in the shower, only ever needing to soak your body in the water, apply shampoo and body wash before rinsing all the foam of products from your skin and scalp. Shower thoughts simply consisted of the day’s agenda or any special occurrence that had happened the past week, never really drifting off to existential questions and dark notions that would keep you from leaving the bathroom later than usual. You neither necessarily liked taking a shower nor did you dread it, as to you it was only ever a mandatory routine of the day which you handled with a neutral mind.

But now, ten minutes were already a slow thirty, and majority of the time you bothered not to move your arms to make work of your hair, or lather your skin with soap as you normally would do had it not been for the questions plaguing your mind like how your classmates would terrorize your time and space.

Right, your classmates - who would spend every hour of the day with you as if they didn’t have anything better to do. As if you were an important subject of matter next to hero training. You never appreciated it, because from the start, you did not want to have anything do to with them. They smothered and coddled you as if air wasn’t that important to you, disregarding the way you felt about personal space, how it was very significant to you. Rare were the moments of peace as a few of them were always by your side, ‘ensuring your safety’ as they would like to quote it. Why ensure your safety? You had not been a prominent figure in the sports festival, neither did you have a quirk that could be of great utility for the villains unlike Bakugou or Tokoyami. You weren’t a problem child, either. Their justification of following you around like you were some sort of high-maintenance prisoner made no sturdy sense to you.

“There’s this new package of green tea my mother had sent me this week! Would you like to try it, (y/n)?”

“Sure.”

But if you had to choose among your classmates one whom you would tolerate for the following years you’d be in U.A., that would be Yaoyorozu Momo. She was kind and considerate, often determining your feelings before you could voice it out (not that you really had the courage to, most of the time). She was organized and pristine and never had you met someone more befitting for the definition of ‘mom friend’ than her. She was perfect in nearly every way, and even though you’d have the occasional pang of jealousy at some times her perfectionism was displayed (gender envy, isn’t it, (y/n)?), she never seemed to bear mal intent, so you would let the emotions slide. You’d see the galaxy in her eyes if you would stare long enough. Her tea was best substitute for coffee, too.

You never considered her more than a very great friend, though, and to her, that was a problem.

As you sauntered your way over to your dorm with her, you shuffled your bag to take your room key buried in the side pockets. “I’ll go down in a while, but you better make sure you’re in the common room before me.”

You wouldn’t allow your classmates to take advantage of your lone self simply because Momo wasn’t there to fend them off.

“Mhm! Lemon green tea as usual, correct?”

“Yeah. Thanks again, YaoMomo.”

Your use of sotto voce tone on her nickname gave a pleasant shiver down her spine; her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head had she not restrained herself. Having been always kept to yourself, you never felt the need to adjust your volume for others to hear properly, so oftentimes your voice came out in a whisper - not that she minded, of course. You sounded more sensual that way.

“Are you going to take a while or will I have to brew tea right away?”

“Training was more strenuous than usual, and my muscles can’t seem to relax,” you explained, “so I’m going to take a quick shower.”

From your peripheral vision as you were focused on your bag to fish out the key, you saw Momo’s jaw slack upon hearing your plan to take a bath. It was odd, but you didn’t give particular attention to it when you finally took out your desired item. You failed to notice the way she abruptly settled her gaze on the key, inspecting it as if she was deliberating its shape, form, and material, and installing it to memory.

“Oh- oh!” She exclaimed. “I do remember having some body wash that help soothe muscle strains and body aches. I can hand them to you if you want.”

You shook your head, smiling lightly. “You’re too kind, YaoMomo. But I think just hot water will do for me.”

She watched as you opened the door to your room, giving her one more smile before disappearing inside and locking the door with a distinct click. As soon as you did so, she pulled the sleeve of her wrist up, developing with her body lipids a key the exact copy of the one you had held.

You certainly lied when you had said you were going to take a ‘quick’ shower. Already ten minutes into it did you only decide to sleek yourself with liquid body soap, initially absentmindedly rubbing it on your body, before you gradually got rougher with your movements and soon you found yourself scuffing your own flesh with vehement motion.

They were excessively touchy again, your classmates. Denki got too close to your face while delivering a pick-up line that made you wish you didn’t exist in order to hear it, and upon nearing you did Bakugou pull you away from him, cursing at him to buzz off. He took his time feeling up your waist - the part he used to grab you - while at it. During lunch, as you were once again coerced into joining his group to the cafeteria, Izuku refused to let go of your hand as you walked, and Uraraka as adamant with hugging you by the hips with one arm. It was what girlfriends did, she said, and you were not entirely sure whether or not she referred to that word romantically.

And if not, then did girlfriends also normally touch the parts of which you did not want to be touched on? You felt, clear as day, a bare hand resting on your thigh when you sat on your usual spot, dangerously close to lifting your skirt for everyone to see, and when you gave Hagakure’s faceless face a questioning look, she asked you what was wrong. Her uniform sleeve was literally floating on top of your lap, and still she had the gall to pretend as if she was not touching you with lacking consent. 

 You were not safe from Shoto, either, when he offered to readjust your uniform tie and you were in no place to decline (you had the right to, but they just stripped you off of it), his breath hitching in ecstasy as his fingers brushed your chest; he was, audaciously enough, not hiding his bliss. Then he rubbed your shoulders to ‘warm you up,’ when all he really intended to do was motivate his own fantasy that you were his and he was simply scenting you like some fucking alpha to his omega.

You turned no blind eye to their gesticulations. You never once found it endearing, and wished they would stop with whatever the hell this was called, because you were quite sure this was past the border of molestation and could already be rendered a form of bullying.

But not once did you consider the possibility of having a class obsessed with your quaint self.

So you supposed that until you’d find a way to deduce their idiosyncratic actions and tendencies then you would have to make do with your own bathroom as your safe space. Momo was the only classmate you could confide to, so at least she was there.

Unfortunately, you had yet to see the other side of her coin.

Because as she was just right outside your bathroom door, obsessively taking in every bit of item you owned inside your dorm room like a madman, you were left with the impression that she was all you could ever ask for in a friend. You didn’t know how she was not any better than the rest of your classmates, adoring your very existence to the extent of insanity; how she’d crave for you so often and so terribly that she’d feel herself clench when you do so much as merely spare her a glance. And you had done that a lot today - she would have to relieve herself for it.

She spotted the heap of clothes right by your bed; it became apparent that you had stripped yourself off of it before entering the bathroom and taking a shower. Walking towards it, a portion of your seamless underwear came to view, and she resisted the urge to render into a mound of horniness in order to pick it up and inspect it closely.

It was a lighter color of (s/c). A plain, simple, modest undergarment item, still it evoked a particular feeling on the bottom center of Momo’s hips. The heat came rushing along her midriff and instigated the muscle of her legs to falter, and as soon as she felt it, a hand of hers drifted past her skirt, feeling up the slick accumulated on the fabric of her own panties only with the knowledge that your panties were currently in her possession. She needed release, but you were nearly finished with your bath, and she was still inside your room.

You walked out of the shower the moment she shut the door of your bedroom. You saw it closed, but you didn’t catch the culprit.

This unnerved you to no end. Undoubtedly, you thought, this had to be one of your classmates. Who else was it supposed to be? Aizawa-sensei (...)? You had yet to know their ultimatum, but you were sure this occurrence was another one of their schemes. You had assumed that all their weird, unappreciated antics were just to get you to socialize with them, but now you didn’t understand why it had gotten to the point of entering your room without permission.

You couldn’t keep this to yourself.

So you planned to bring it up to Momo, a representative of your class and someone whom you deemed trustable enough to share it with. Quickly, you dressed into your casual indoor attire, and rushed outside your room to head to the kitchen, where you presumed she’d be in the process of making your tea. But she wasn’t there.

Instead, she was in her own room, your panties muzzled right into her face and her own fingers buried deeply inside her cunt.

“Oh- oh, god- Ah! (Y/n)!”

Oh god, your panties. Oh god, your panties. The object most intimate to your parts of intimacy, soaking every bit of womanly secretion from your genitalia. Of all the masturbation sessions she had done to the thought of you, this was the hottest. She wasn’t quite sure whether to imagine your cunt on her lips in a position of mutual cunnilingus or your fingers thrusting into her in place of hers. She wanted both.

A whine slipped past her lips. To think that moments ago, she was in the same space as you were nude. Oh, to join you in the bathroom, doing inenarrable things to each other with the use of the showerhead. To touch your skin selfishly rather than only watch as she would do during class hours.

She came with a squeal, falling face-down to bite the duvet of her large bed. Gone in her hazy mind was her promise to you of lemon green tea, and as she still basked in the pathological euphoria of getting off, you were in the common room, anxiously waiting for her return.

But just as you had expected, someone was bound to spot you alone and take this as an opportunity to be with you, and they just so happened to be-

Oh. Aoyama.

He offered you a slice of cheese with his usual grin before settling down a few feet beside you, enough to leave you be in your personal bubble. You gave him occasional glances, unwrapping the cheese from its casing and he just sat there, eating his. He was alright, you guessed - another tolerable classmate of yours next to Momo. Perhaps it was because you used to always be alone in the classroom with him during break time that you were at ease with his presence. Or maybe he just seemed so gay and that, for some reason, comforted you. One gay presence could comfort another lol.

“It’s delicious.” Your comment came out inadvertently.

“Oui. Only the best quality for the best person.” He flaunted.

You weren’t exactly sure whether he was referring to you or to himself, but you paid little attention to that as the cheese was certainly delicious; you were not lying.

“It’s odd how your chose to take a bath at this time of the day.” He spoke.

You stopped chewing.

He meant to refer to your damp hair, but having just suspected your class of breaking and entering your room, you thought otherwise.

“I-” You choked on the cheese, ending up needing to gulp it like liquid content instead of breaking it down to fit your throat. 

Immediately, he sprang up in concern, stepping over to you to gently thump you on the back. “Are you alright?”

“No- I mean- I just-!” You wheezed, occasionally having to clear your throat. You swatted his hand away from you; you hadn’t meant to appear rude, but you did. You stood up in a rush. “L-look, I have to go.”

“Don’t you want to drink water?”

“I’m- fine,”

With your words, you took off from the common room area and headed back to your room. There were two sets of emotions that mixed to form the bile in your throat. One was wrath and humiliation upon the discovery of Aoyama’s actions. The other was betrayal and confusion from Momo’s absence when she had said she’d be brewing tea for you, and it wasn’t the tea that disheartened you. She knew of your issue with the class, and if she were busy, couldn’t she have texted you a heads-up?

She shouldn’t be surprised when at the next time she saw you, you interacted with her less. Your intention to distance yourself from her was most prominent, and it didn’t help that your classmates took notice of this, because now they were taking advantage of the situation, tagging you along with them in spite of your futile attempts to decline now that Momo was nowhere to tell them off. When she’d talk to you, you would answer, though your voice was back to speaking to her like she was a stranger. 

Resentment was stronger than ruing the lack of intimacy between you two. It was as if she had received your panties in exchange for the time she’d be spending with you, oddly enough. After much deliberation, she came to realize that this was your little ‘tantrum’ after not being able to meet with her the other day. 

It was pretty cute, she thought, that you’d try and make her acknowledge the fault on her part by ignoring her.

You didn’t walk with her back to dorms as per usual that dismissal. Instead, just like what you had used to do before finding consolation in her, you walked alone, accomplishing being able to avoid your classmates as you did. By the time she reached the dorms, you were in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water to satiate your throat. She took a hold of your wrist before you went back to your room.

“(Y/n),” she pleaded, “tell me what’s wrong.”

You looked at her with a reluctant expression. Perhaps you should. After the short while that you had been hanging out with her, her presence turned into something you came to miss. You wanted her back, but not in the way she wanted you.

“I-it’s just,” you stammered out, “y-you know how I feel being alone in the common room without you. I... I’m not comfortable with our classmates when you’re not around.” She took pride in this. “I don’t take it lightly how you left me alone the other day...”

Your voice faltered out the longer you spoke.

So she was correct; you were certainly having your little ‘tantrum.’ With a guilty smile, she left your wrist to hold your hand tenderly, and suddenly it dawned upon you the feeling of whenever Bakugou held your waist, Shoto nuzzled his face on your neck or Izuku invaded your personal space.

Fear and apprehension.

Before you could preach your objection to whatever she had planned ahead for you, she dragged you along with her and you both reached her dorm room before you could comprehend where she was taking you. 

“I’ll make it up to you.” She said, making you sit on her large bed.

Then she proceeded to make you tea, boiling water with an electric kettle situated on top of her study desk; there also laid a tea set next to her three books, which you assumed were those of which would aid her in the utility of her quirk, like encyclopedias. Beside those was a piece of cloth, unfolded, unkept - a (s/c)-colored silk fabric.

Your face drained of color.

She pushed the books towards the cloth, completely obscuring it from your view and leaving the table disorganized. You knew Momo, neat and orderly as much as possible; she wouldn’t do that without reason.

Now that you thought about it, the same day someone had barged in your room, your underwear had been missing from your set of laundry garments. You spent the next whole day actively avoiding Aoyama, thinking he was the culprit to this felony. At the present moment you were reconsidering your allegation.

“U-um, Momo, I need to go-”

“Here!”

She yelled it so giddily, so uncharacteristically, as she pushed the cup of tea towards your way. How she did so was very quick that you had not the time to take it properly, and steaming liquid fell to your décolletage, past the cotton of your uniform and streaming down the valley of your breasts. It was a moist mess. She loved every bit of it.

“Oh! Oh, my bad. I’ll- I’ll clean you up!” She exclaimed, all flushed and excited.

You didn’t find it in you to push her back when she began to do exactly what she had said, taking your blazer off, loosening your school tie and unbuttoning the dress shirt underneath, only ever being able to stare at her with eyes that evinced betrayal, because it slowly occurred to you that she was satiating her own selfish obsession with you all under the ruse of maintaining a decent friendship. 

“(Y/n),” She breathed out, “I adore you.”

She was no different than the rest of your classmates, and you were a fool to think otherwise.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Potent

Alpha! Hanta Sero x Fem! Omega! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18 please vacate the premises.

Warnings: A/B/O, smut, knotting, marking, breeding kink (sorta? idk it comes with the A/B/O territory), a hint of pregnancy kink, a bit of blood

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author's Note: Ohhhhkaayyy so this has been sitting in my google doc for AGES. I think I started this in...October of last year? It's been sitting there for months and I've lacked the motivation to finish and post it but then I sent in an anon ask to @reinawritesbnha and, being the absolute queen she is, she became the little push I needed to do it. I DID IT FOR REINA!!

Also, this is some of my earliest writing and I only skimmed and edited a little bit of it so if there's a little bit of weird pacing or a strange cutoff where the writing styles clash it's because I haven't touched this piece in months.

Anywho, enjoy~

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It had to happen when you were surrounded by alphas.

Your suppressants flaked out, again, and your scent wafted through the air on the street. Normally It’d be fine for an omega to let their scent float freely around them. But your scent is particularly...potent, even when you weren’t in heat. Not only that, but you weren’t mated yet, your scent glands still bare, and you still didn’t have a pack. To make matters worse, you’re quirkless.

You hadn’t realised what was happening until your path was blocked by an especially large male alpha. You turned around, and there were two more behind you. Fuck. This isn’t good. You took in your surroundings and searched for an exit, but you couldn’t find a way out. There's no way you’d be able to outrun the three very large male alphas.

Probably the worst part is that more alphas are turning their head toward you, taking notice of your lavender honey and rain scent that slowly began turning to a sour swamp. You dared to hope that change would ward off the three cornering you, but they’d already got a whiff of you. Several distressed chirps sounded from your chest, voicing your discomfort, and you glared pointedly at the three alphas as they edged closer to you.

You hate when this happened. Why’d you have to be cursed like this? Your growls only grew, baring your little omega fangs. There’s no way in hell you’d let some stranger scent you, let alone one of these creeps. They wouldn’t take the damn hint and just crept closer to you, calling out to the ‘pretty little omega’ to ‘come have some fun’.

You’re scared now, the involuntary chirps in your chest coming more frequently. None of the other alphas or betas on the street were big enough to face the three, making you a sitting duck and a ragdoll if they wanted you to be. Your claws are small, nowhere near ideal for this situation, but you’d use them if you needed to. With a final low defiant growl you dropped your bag against the wall behind you and readied yourself for a fight.

Suddenly a large body dropped in front of you, his back to you. His scent alone hit you like a freight train, orange zest, mint, tree bark and something earthy. It had your head spinning, nearly sending you into an early heat. He growled, low and powerful, the sound rattling in your chest and making you sink further into the wall behind you. The other three alpha’s scents together were still overpowered by the new alpha before you, and they vanished faster than they appeared.

He turned around and stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe. He kneeled down enough so he was eye level with you, his hands reaching out clearly in an attempt to comfort you, but kept from touching you.

“Are you okay?” The question barely registered, still delirious from his scent, and you’re having a hard time recovering. Large hands grip your shoulders and shake you lightly, your mind beginning to clear with the soothing pheromones he’s releasing.

“Omega.” The command snapped you to attention, your gaze fixated on his own dark irises.

“Are you okay, omega?” You blink, swallow down the lump in your throat, take a deep breath.

“Yeah...I’m okay. Thank you, alpha.” But you’re not quite okay. You need to get home. Fast. The alpha seemed to catch on, probably by your scent that still hadn’t returned to normal. He stands and slips off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping you in his scent. It’s a comforting gesture.

“Let’s get you home.” With a nod you set off, the man walking next to you with a strong, warm hand on the middle of your back.

“What’s your name?” You introduce yourself, and he does the same. His name is Sero Hanta, and now that you’re calm again, you take in just how handsome he is.

Raven hair is pulled back into a small bun, showing off his undercut and strong, sharp jawline. Onyx eyes shine with kindness and playful mischief, and a beaming grin reveals pearly white teeth. He’s incredibly toned, his muscles calmly rippling under the t-shirt that stretched over his chest. You vaguely noticed the strange shape of his elbows, but disregarded it as his quirk. The omega in you is howling, begging for this alpha, his scent invading your senses. But you suppress it quickly, reminding yourself you’d only just met this man.

As you reach your apartment you exchange phone numbers, and he tells you to keep the jacket and use it when you go out to ward off any unwanted attention. You thank him again for helping you earlier, and he waves to you as he walks down the hall and enters the elevator, the doors closing in front of his handsome smiling face.

Despite meeting him only ten minutes earlier your instincts trust the alpha, and you hold the jacket close to your face, breathing in his scent. It’s wonderful, and your inner omega is in love. You find yourself wondering when you’d see him again.

The next few days are riddled with work and calls to your doctor about the strength of your suppressants. You work from home as a secretary for a small company. It’s a miracle you’d found it, too. Nobody wants an omega, let alone a potent one. It’s an alpha’s world, you guess. When this job opening popped up you were ecstatic, so you took it and have been working from home with decent pay for the last five years.

The calls to your doctor were not going as smoothly as your job, though. You leave a message every four hours until she finally calls you back. She was concerned since the suppressants she’d prescribed are the strongest out there, and if your scent was overpowering them they were either defective or your scent glands were overproducing. It wasn’t an immediate threat to your health, it only meant you’d be drawing more attention than you wanted to. Still, it’s annoying and makes life so much harder than it needs to be.

After she prescribed twice the amount, she said she’d look over your tests from the latest visit before she hung up the phone. You groaned once the call ended. You seriously needed a break from your second gender. Taking the prescribed double dose of suppressants, you got ready to go out to the corner cafe to read and drink coffee. Hopefully the new amount will keep steady. You really don’t want to deal with any more aggressive alphas this week. For good measure you pull on Sero’s jacket, allowing his scent to cover you, then grab your keys, phone, wallet and a book and begin the walk.

When you arrive at the cafe you order a hot mocha, curl into the small corner booth and crack open the book. You got lost in the ink and your mind floated along the adventure, putting yourself in the shoes of the main character and leading the mission to take down the corrupt queen who’d framed you for killing the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You were ripped from the fantasy world when a bright, enthusiastic blonde came up and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. His smile was as bright as his hair.

“Sorry to scare you cutie, but I couldn’t help but notice that jacket of yours smells an awful lot like my friend Sero!” You smile softly at the blonde.

“Well if we’re talking about the same Sero Hanta, then your nose would be correct. This is his jacket.” His eyes widen as he nods.

“Oh my gosh you must be the omega he keeps talk-” The blonde’s words became muffled by a large hand. A hand that belonged to the very man you were talking about. Sero smiles apologetically down at you as he shoves the blonde back to where you assume they’re sitting.

“Sorry about Kami, he’s… extroverted.” You smile back at him, mostly because you’re happy to see him again.

“It’s no problem at all. He recognized your scent on me.” He looked down and only then realized you’re wearing his jacket, and he beams at you. Then he takes a glance at the booth you’re sitting all alone at, his smile falling just a bit.

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” You take a moment to think about the offer, then agree with a nod. Your omega couldn’t pass up more time with him.

As you approach the booth you notice there are more people with Sero than you anticipated. There were four other people sitting there. Sero introduced all of them from left to right. Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, and the happy blonde from earlier is Kaminari Denki. You introduce yourself and when Sero slid into the booth, you followed after him.

These five are a tight pack, and you learn they all met in high school. Bakugo’s brash personality made you wary at first, but it didn’t take long to realize he’s just like that with everyone. He makes a bit of a snippy remark, which you easily counter, and he smirks while the rest smile or snicker. It would seem they like you.

You can’t tell what their second genders are, and you mentally kick yourself for even wondering in the first place. Their genders are none of your concern, but you can’t blame yourself when you’re constantly alert because of your own stupid second gender. As it turns out, you don’t need to wait very long to find out.

This time you smell your own scent as it permeates the air around you. You swear under your breath at the stupid suppressants that obviously can’t so their job, and the others snap their gazes to you. You sigh.

“Yeah, that scent is me. My suppressants flaked again. Sorry about that.” They all nodded, seemingly understanding. Sero must have told them about the other day. Of course, it would soon repeat. It didn’t take long for an alpha to take notice of your scent. The man -- why is it always the largest males??? -- strides up to the booth with a cocksure grin and leans down to inhale your scent. You duck away from him, into Sero, and let out an albeit small warning growl that was drowned in Sero and Kirishima’s. He ignored them all the same.

“Hey there little omega, you smell real nice. You wanna come hang with me instead? We can have some fun together with my buddies, what do you say?” The others stayed quiet. They’re going to let you defend yourself before they do anything in case they end up escalating the situation. You turn your head and lift your shoulder, hiding your scent gland.

“I’m not interested, thank you. Please leave me alone.” You hoped to whatever deity watched over you that the man would leave. Before anyone could react the alpha grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, yanking you roughly from your seat. You chirp, your scent turning sour and the entire pack abruptly stands, baring their fangs at the man. It barely registered in your head that Kirishima and Bakugo are alphas, Mina is a beta, and Kaminari is an omega, their fangs giving them away.

The man tightens his grip on your wrist and you cry out, your bones creaking under the pressure. With no other options you did the one thing that would get him to let go, and sank your fangs into his wrist. You jump back into Sero, who wraps an arm around you protectively.

“You bit me, you bitch!” He raises an arm, clearly about to try and hit you, but a large hand grabs his wrist. Surprisingly enough it’s Bakugo, and his growl is laced into his words.

“Leave now, or you lose a hand.” Sero speaks up from above you.

“You might wanna listen, amigo. That’s Dynamight.” The alpha rips his arm from Bakugo’s hold and looks down at you, and you growl at him as he scoffs and walks away, apparently not ready to fight the #2 pro hero over an omega.

You all sit back down and you pull up the sleeve of the jacket to inspect the already forming bruise on your wrist. Your nose wrinkles with a half-angry half-pained snarl. Tenderly, Sero takes your wrist and lightly squeezes the sides of your forearm, against your bones, and your lack of reaction tells him nothing’s broken. Still, he growls at the offending bruise.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shake your head and put a hand over his.

“It’s not worth it Sero. He’s probably long gone.” You turn to the rest of the pack.

“Thank you for protecting me.” Kirishima is the first to speak.

“Of course! That dude was a jerk. I just hope he doesn’t go around doing that to other omegas.” Bakugo, surprisingly, spoke next.

“Obviously we’d protect you. You’re a potent omega and quirkless, so you attract unwanted attention without even knowing or wanting to. Besides, if you’re gonna be Sero’s omega there’s no way in hell we’d let some extra handle you like that.” The implications make your face burn, and Kirishima smacks the blonde’s arm with a ‘Don’t just say that kind of thing, Katsuki.’

After an hour or two of talking, and shockingly no other aggressive alphas, they all walk you home to your apartment. Sero wanted to check on your wrist again, so you invited them all in, but they all had something else to do, so you were left alone with Sero. The fact that the one alpha you desperately wanted to be around is alone with you in your apartment is both great and terrible. Thankfully, you have self-control and his own suppressants are working perfectly fine.

He inspected the darkening bruise on your wrist, his large hands gripping your arm tenderly and turning it gently as he prods at the skin. It doesn’t hurt too bad, so you assure him you’ll be perfectly fine. Eventually he leaves with a hug and you sigh once the door is closed, relieved that you were able to keep your omega at bay and your hands to yourself.

A couple days later you get a text from him and the two of you text often, asking how each other’s day went, if anything interesting had happened. You didn’t leave your apartment unless you needed to, since your suppressants clearly weren’t working, so you made sure to cut grocery trips short and keep away from any alphas that seemed a bit aggressive. Sero invited you to hang out with the pack at their house, and you obliged.

They lived in a huge house all together. Most of the rooms were sealed so no scents or sounds could go in or out for ruts and heats, and there were several spare rooms that were empty and waiting for more pack members. It was a fun hangout, filled with video games and good conversation, and even better food which Bakugo cooked. Sero had an arm around you whenever he was close, and you definitely didn’t mind. Your suppressants flaked in the middle, again, and Sero insisted he walk you home. With him walking you home there weren’t any alphas trying to get you this time. You ended up going over to hang out with them a lot when you weren’t working, and eventually Sero began to court you.

Obviously, you accepted, and after a few months of dating and scenting, your overactive scent glands seemed to mellow out, Sero’s scent mixing with it. Your suppressants are lasting much longer now, which is a good sign. Now that you’re Sero’s omega, he often helped you with your heats and you’d help him with his ruts, and he was strong-willed enough that he hadn’t marked or knotted you in the middle of things.

About a year and a half into the relationship you realize you really love him. Sure you had arguments, but everything was settled through calmed discussions over coffee or tea, and you came to understand each other well enough that arguments became few and far between.

You’re happy with Sero, so when your heat came around early and he was there to help, you were going to let him know just how much you loved him.

You texted him once you felt it starting. He was there within half an hour, and you pounced on him once the font door closed, smothering him in hot, wet kisses, eager to feel him inside you. He carries you to the bedroom, and you two are quick in shedding all of your clothes. He lays you on your back with a hand on your throat as he growls into your ear, making a hot shudder roll down your spine.

“Are you ready for me omega?” You whine and nod, your slick already dripping down your folds. You want him so bad it hurts.

“Please alpha, I need your cock.” He growls again, satisfied with your answer, and he presses into you, bottoming out with one firm thrust. You chant his name like a mantra as he set a bruising pace, rutting into you recklessly, wet skin slapping on skin the only other sound beside your whimpers and his growls. His teeth nip at your shoulder, sharp fangs testing your skin and claws digging into the fat of your hips. His cock is so deep, hot swollen tip kissing your cervix with every full-bodied thrust and sending you into a euphoric haze. Your own claws are sinking into his back, leaving little trails of red and blood beading down the lines. It drives him wild every time.

“That’s right, little omega. Mark me up, I’m all yours. Fuck you’re so pretty underneath me like this.” His hands grip behind your knees and press them into your chest, folding you nearly in half as he plows into you further. The angle knocks the breath from your lungs and your eyes roll back. You can feel his knot beginning to swell, feel how his thrusts are getting more controlled and his grip on your thighs tighten from the sheer concentration it’s taking for him not to breed you. You have other plans. Between wheezed breaths you squeak out.

“H-hantaaa~” He slows to a near snail’s pace, grinding his slowly growing cock into your sweet spot, a smirk stretching across his face as you splutter from the sudden change. He’s enjoying making you squirm.

“What is it, sweetness? Tell your alpha what you need.” You pant, chest heaving as much as the position will allow.

“Want your mark, want your knot~ Wanna be bred Hanta! I want your pups!” He stills completely, claws digging into the fat of your thighs with enough force to have drops of blood falling to the sheets beneath you. You’d never said anything like that in the heat of the moment. He can’t have heard you correctly...right?

“Princesa, do you know what you just said?” The seriousness in his tone has you sobering, but even before you knew exactly what you were saying. You nod frantically, wiggling your hips to get him to move again.

“Yes! I know alpha! Please, give me your knot~” His growl makes your bones shake, and with no warning he drops your legs around his waist and leans down so his face is buried in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna trust you with this baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His fangs sink into your scent gland just as he picks up his brutal pace, and the euphoria makes you cum hard, your whole body locking up and mouth falling open in a silent scream. He plows into you as you regain your breath, and you bite down on his own scent gland as hard as you can, tearing into his skin with every intention of leaving a pretty scar for the world to see.

His knot swells more, and he’s pushing it into you with every ounce of power he can generate with that gorgeous body of his. With one final snap of his hips he locks his body to yours and cums hard, ropes of hot seed filling you to the brim. He collapses on top of you and laps at the wound on your neck and you do the same. After a few minutes he leans back and cups your face in his hand, gazing down at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you alright?” You nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“I’m sorry. I was gonna talk to you about it, but my heat came early.” He kisses your forehead gently, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

“It’s okay, pretty thing. I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him.

“Of course I do. I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you too.” You lay there, tangled in each other’s arms until his knot goes down. You whine at the loss when his cock slips out of you, clawing at him to come back because you’re still in heat. His hand gently wraps around your neck, a low chuckle on his lips.

“Relax, we’re far from done.” His already hard erection rubs up and down your glistening folds, barely stimulating your clit, teasing you until tears prick your eyes and you’re beggin him to fuck you again.

“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna breed you so well, You’re gonna look so pretty all big and round with my pups.” He groans at the image he’d conjured in his head and you squeal as he slams his hips into you.

You’re in for a wonderfully long night.

[ghost-ghost-baby]

I’ll put a spell on you (Yandere!Omega!Izuku x alpha!Reader)

inspo was strange and beautiful (I’ll put a spell on you) by aqualung

a/n: boy oh boy,,,, this one is uh,,, 2k words,,,,

Summary: You were taking too long! What could Izuku do except find a spell to help speed things along? 

Or 

You and Izuku have been roommates for years, but you’re convinced he doesn’t like you and he’s determined to make you his.

warnings: big yandere themes,,, omegaverse obvi,,,, kinda drugging??? idk,,,, its a love spell but reader is already very in love w izuku just stupid aye,,,, very very mild nsfw themes,,,, cuts out b4 it gets too graphic, swearing, bonding, you get the picture,

“Seriously, Katsuki, you’ve gotten way too confident over the years. Was it because you needed a reminder of what it’s like to lose?” Your eyes scanned the blonde, eyebrow quirked as he struggled, “I can’t believe Shinso was right.” It was easy to block out the screams, your quirk always came in handy, even if it was just to shut him up, Rubbing your hands on your pants you turned around, eyes landing on the only other person. 

“Oh, good luck Midoriya!” You grinned, giving a small wave before you ran off.

You saw more of Izuku after that, the omega always seemed to be upgrading his costume, and Hatsume had almost killed you when he’d asked you to help with the designs. It was hard not to get close to the guy, and you’d tried your best! You didn’t have time for… for people! You needed to focus on your inventions. But Izuku was persistent, and you’d soon found yourself sitting with him and his friends at lunch. You weren’t the only alpha of the group, Iida and Todoroki shared your dynamic, a fact that didn’t seem to bother anyone. You were glad, you’d never really cared about dynamics, it was nice to be around people who shared that sentiment. You’d all graduated now, and surprisingly you and Izuku ended up sharing an apartment, you did work in the same area, it made sense at the time. 

“Are we still having dinner tonight?” Izuku peered into the bathroom, slight frown on his features as he observed you getting ready. 

“Yeah of course man, it’s just a lunch date so I’ll be back early.” You shrugged, using your quirk to bring your jacket over. 

“You could just ask me to get you your jacket.” Izuku shook his head, watching as the clothing floated over, bubble popping as your hand made contact.

“I know, it’s just a habit, I’ve always used it for little things.” You smiled as you put your jacket on, ruffling Izuku’s hair as you walked past. He was always fussing over you, or cooking, asking if you needed anything. It was cute, but you’d die before you admitted it. 

“I’ll be back before you know it, text me if you need anything.” You absentmindedly pressed a kiss to Izuku’s hair, waving before the door shut behind you.

“And you’re sure this’ll work?” Izuku frowned as he flipped the bottle in his fingers, it seemed too good to be true.

“Just like the label says, omega, it’ll make anyone fall in love with ya! As long as there’s already a spark, of course! And it could trigger… their time of the month. So watch out for that!” The lady smiled at him, dark purple hair framing her face. Her eyes matched, although the purple was much, much brighter, and almost seemed to glow. Izuku nodded, grabbing the cash out of his wallet and quickly passing it over before he said goodbye. He didn’t want to be caught there, what would the press say? What would you say? 

You ended up getting home late, much, much later than you planned. You’d run into friends on the way home, you hadn’t seen them in ages and well… you’d never been good at saying no. You’d texted Izuku, but he hadn’t responded, and maybe you’d stayed out later to avoid his wrath. 

“God, I’m gonna have to do something to make up for this… something good.” You mumbled as you walked into your apartment, hands running through your hair as you looked around. 

“Izuku? Honey I’m home!” You called, trying to lighten the tension you felt in the room. It didn’t work, and your heart was in your throat as you put your bag down. You hated disappointing people, and Izuku was always so good to you. 

“There’s leftovers in the fridge if you want anything.”

“”Oh actually I’m uh… not hungry…” You trailed off as you walked into the kitchen, Izuku turning around from making something to look at you. 

“Did you eat while you were out?” You must be crazy, there’s no way that was an edge to his voice.

“No actually! I just haven’t had any appetite lately.” 

“You know you need to try and eat even when you have no appetite. I made tea.” Just like that his voice was back to it’s usual tone, and he sat down in front of you, pushing a mug towards you. 

“Yeah I know. Thank you Izuku, you’re always so good to me. I’m so sorry about missing dinner but I ran into my friends coming home and they dragged me out and I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay Y/n, we can have dinner tomorrow, just finish your tea and we’ll get you into bed, okay?” 

You were too drunk to disagree. 

You felt weird when you woke up. You weren’t hungover, but something was wrong. Was Izuku okay? Wait, why were you- you should make sure he’s okay. You were only in a shirt, you didn't remember changing last night, did Izuku help you? You barely remembered anything after you’d come home, you’d just talked, drank the tea, and then it was blank. The tea had been really good, it was weirdly sweet though, you had to admit. 

“Izuku? Are you awake?” You padded into the kitchen, squinting at how bright it was. 

“Of course, it’s already two, I didn’t want to wake you up.” You sighed when Izuku was there, safe and happy as he always was. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m just… hungover or something.” You slid into a chair, eyes trained on the omega as he pushed a banana and some water in front of you. “They’re good for hangovers.” 

“Thanks ‘Zu” 

“You’re going out?” You couldn’t keep the surprise from your voice, Izuku rarely went out unless he was working. 

“Yeah just a work thing! I’ll be back in no time!” The omega came over to where you were on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket because you still felt off. “Unless you need me to stay?”

“No of course not! I’ll be fine, it’s probably just a bug.” You did your best to smile, letting your friend hug you. He was about to pull away when you let your cheek brush against his scent gland, the action making you blush while Izuku smiled.

“I’ll see you when I get back!” 

This was awful, you’d been tortured, kidnapped, forced to deal with Katsuki, but this was far worse. You couldn’t explain it, but as soon as Izuku was out of your sight your anxiety had skyrocketed, and as much as you tried to fight it, you were pacing in front of the door. He should be back by now, or he should have texted! What if he’d gotten hurt, he didn’t tell you who he was going out with, what if- 

“Yeah Todoroki I’m okay, he was worse off than me anyway!” Your heart soared at Izuku’s voice and you were wrenching the door open without a second thought. A snarl ripped out of you when you took in your omega, sporting a few grazes and a bruised jaw that had not been there when he left. 

“What the fuck happened?” Your tone didn’t even sound like you, you sounded feral. Your hands quickly reached out, pulling Izuku into a hug and growling when Todoroki tried to say something. “You can leave, I’ve got him now.” 

Straight to your room was where you headed, gently sitting Izuku on the bed before you grabbed your first aid kit. Thank god it was only light injuries, you didn’t know what you’d do if something worse had happened. 

“Who did this?” 

“Just some random alpha tryna get too handsy, he’s in far worse shape than- are you okay?” Izuku’s tone turned concerned as you let out another growl, halfway through bandaging his hand. You couldn’t speak, you just needed to focus on this and- huh? Izuku was running his fingers through your hair, the action almost made you purr, surprisingly calming you down enough to finish patching him up. 

“I should have gone with you, I should have-” “Hey, Y/n, you couldn’t have done anything, it’s okay.” Izuku pulled you up to his level and you nodded, unable to stop how your hands shook. Izuku was so close, and he smelled so good, you just wanted to-

“Did you just lick me?” Izuku looked at you with wide eyes, only now taking in how lidded your own eyes were. A low growl bubbled up before you could stop it, and you were pushing the omega down on the bed and straddling him without a second thought. This had happened because of you. If you’d claimed Izuku sooner people would know he was yours, and he wouldn’t have to defend himself. Your teeth were an inch from Izuku’s neck when you pulled back, hand coming up to cover your mouth.

“I-I’m so sorry, I don’t know what-” 

“I don’t want you to stop, please Y/n.” Izuku’s cheeks were tinged pink, and god why’d you have to sit right on his hips? You could already feel him getting hard.

“Oh god, did I send you into heat? Fuck I’m sorry, I’ve been on suppressants I didn’t real-” You started, it was taking everything you had not to lose it. Izuku looked so pretty, pupils blown out and cheeks already flushed. Why hadn’t you done this sooner? Fuck. You slowly leant down, willpower decreasing by the second, and then your lips were on his. A whimper left you at how good he tasted, you’d never tasted anything this good before! You wanted more! Izuku was made for you, this only proved it. You loved him so much. 

Why did your neck hurt so bad? The last thing you remembered was Izuku being injured and you patching him up. A whine made you open your eyes, disbelief shooting through you when you saw Izuku. He was covered in scratches and bites, only wearing your shirt, and sporting a bright red bite on his scent gland. Oh fuck, panic set in as you sat up. This was bad, even for you. You'd done it now, he'd want nothing to do with you. God what had happened to you last night? You were always in control, and as memories of how Izuku had sounded the night before wormed into your brain you couldn't stop your whole body flushing. The omega let out another whine, snuggling closer to your side as if he could sense how stressed you were. Well, he probably could now, the two of you were bonded. You'd completely ruined his life with your selfishness, bonds were incredibly hard to break and the pair would never be the same again. But you couldn't make him stay with you. Oh he'd want to move out wouldn't he? How could he not? You'd completely betrayed his trust and acted like every asshole alpha you hated so much. You should move too, maybe to America? Somewhere far away where you wouldn't bother anyone. Warmth stung your eyes and you realised you'd been crying, how much more pathetic could you get? Izuku was the one who should be upset! You'd ruined his life! Arms wrapped around you as you let out a sob, immediately trying to push the omega away, maybe you should just kill yourself and sever the bond like that- Then at least he’d be able to find someone he actually wanted to be with. 

“Alpha… why’re you upset…?” Izuku yawned as he sat up, and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, or look at him. The worry you could sense through the bond made your stomach turn, you didn’t deserve his concern! You were horrible, you were-

“Alpha, c’mon, look at me… please?” Izuku’s voice broke and you turned to look at him, eyes zoning in on the mark you’d left on his neck. 

“I’m sorry- I triggered your heat and- and betrayed your-”

“Y/n, I love you, I wanted this, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Izuku cooed, pulling your head to his chest and running his hands through your hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was like a weight lifted off of your chest, like all the puzzle pieces fit together, he was all you’d ever need.

“I love you too, Izuku.”

[emperor-palpaminty]

GiRL IM IN LOVE WITH TECH AND HE MAKES MY HEART GO:✨💖💫

So um,,,could I have a request for a Tech x Reader fic where she is brought on the ship since maybe she was a bounty hunter and she ended up betraying the organization to protect Omega and they end up having incredibly witty banter and Tech is just so whipped because someone can finally keep up in conversation? I think the plot could lend itself to a lot of snarky yet sweet interactions. Maybe they are repairing the ship while the others are on a recon mission and they just tease each other the whole time and the banter just flies off the handle and Cid is like: s h o o t me

Bounty hunter reader has my heart ❤️ Tech being whipped is my FAV

There was a pep in Tech's step as he exited the ship, practically leading the group back to Cid's joint. As he removed his helmet there was evidence of a smile, (even a grin!) and he walked faster.

Omega had to sprint to catch up. "Tech," She chided. "Slow down."

"Sorry," Tech paused, glancing back, waiting just long enough for the rest of the group to round the corner before continuing on his path. He heard Omega groan and run to catch up. "You don't have to be directly with me, you know."

"I know." The girl shrugged and skipped along with his lengthy strides. "I like seeing her has much as you do."

Tech’s walk slowed down for a brief moment, the hesitancy giving him away. "Seeing whom?"

Omega turned, beaming. "The bounty hunter. Our friend."

His heart pounded against his armor, and he didn't have the courage or brainpower to lie. He ducked through the door, glancing around, skimming for her. He gave a soft sigh as he spotted her, leaning on the bar, taking a drink. Her eyes were placid, laid over with bordem, hair disheveled from running her hands in them. She always did that, he noticed, when she was tired or worried.

Tech moved towards the bar, tucking his helmet under his arm. "Hey, I know you."

She turned from the bar, eyes lighting up as if she was revived by the sound of his voice. Tech fought off the warm sensation as she hurried over, stopping short of throwing her arms around him. "Tech, hi!" The sun shone in her eyes, and the sheer sensation that washed over him was exactly how he thought the ocean felt on a leisurely day.

He leaned on the bar, a smile drifting easily to his face. "How was it?"

"Boring." She smiled at him, sliding him a drink. "More boring than you, believe it or not."

Tech laughed and picked up the drink. "Interesting, so you would have rather been with me?" He raised his brows, watching her laugh behind her drink.

"Barely." She glanced down at the drink, eyes flickering to him, and his knees went weak, his only savior being the arm already on the counter. "Only sometimes, though." She leaned over, a gleam in her mischievous eyes.

He chuckled and shook his head, ignoring Hunter's disapproving gaze. "Good to know. I need help patching up my ship."

"Not yours!" Wrecker yelled as he practically rumbled his way in.

The former bounty hunter laughed, and she set her cup down. "Only if Hunter will be so kind to let me board your ship." She raised a brow, an aura of challenge radiating off of her.

"No one tells me who to let on my ship." Tech laughed, picking his helmet back up. "No one but me, at least."

Cid made a sound behind the bar, a disapproving noise. "If Ya want a room, the inn down the street is open," She snorted.

The hunter laughed, pushing off the bar. "No need, Cid. Besides," She winked at Tech and strides to the door, inflated with confidence. "He couldn't keep up."

Tech watched her, the snark peircing him, and his chest inflating with joy as Cid imitated gagging. He couldn't care less, he decided, grabbing his helmet and running after her out the door.

He chased her to the ship, laughing as he wove through the crowds and alleys, catching sight of her on occasion, a fleeting glance of her. Every gaze, her laughter floating, Tech's exhausted legs revived. Her tongue, her mind, her eyes, it haunted him every moment he was off the planet, and when he was back all he could do was be near her.

He caught up with her as the Maurader came into view. Tech watched her with fascination as she leaned on the ship, her lips twisting into a grin and the world standing still around her. "Slow poke. Good thing your mouth works faster than you do."

She leaned off the ship and grinned at him, turning her attention to the ship. "What needs fixing?"

Tech moved towards her, pointing. "The undercarriage. We need to get under there and patch up the coolant and drive systems."

She nodded, tugging her disheveled hair back behind her head. "Gotcha." Her upper lip twitched in determination as she approached the ship alongside him, tugging herself under with him. Tech handed her goggles, reaching up and working. As he worked, he spoke, talking about everything and nothing and all of anything that came to his mind. She listened, hands working alongside his, grunting and responding, and commenting.

"Oh!" She reached up, grasping a pipe. "I'll hold this. Don't want your pretty little face to get busted."

Tech's ears felt warm as he reached up, wrapping the pipe up. "You think I'm pretty?" His laugh was light, and he felt his jaw tighten as he worked, a bad habit.

"Yeah. Of course." Her hands, now coated in oil and space dust, drifted away. "You're pretty." She sucked in a breath, fingers yanking back.

Tech rolled to her. "You okay?" He slid out with her, back into the sun, and he opened her hands. He gently examined them, holding them gently. "Oh, that was still warm."

She grimaced, sucking in a breath. "Not the worst thing I've had to deal with."

Tech tugged her wrist gently. "Come on. We have some medical supplies. I'm no doctor, but I bet I can patch you up."

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Her hand would be fine, Tech figured, applying the last of the salve. He tightened the bandage and stepped back. "Alright. You're all set." He smiled at her, not realizing why she was giggling. His grin dipped into a frown. "... What?"

"Tech," She chuckled. "You're still- my hand."

His eyes darted down, face only warmer. "Oh, my." He dropped his hands from hers, which had still been massaging them tenderly. "I," He inhaled. "I am sorry."

"Don't be," She smiled, sauntering last him towards the exit. She paused and glanced back, the warm sun outlining her figure, gold melting against her shape in the darkened ship. Even so, he could feel the warmth of her smile, chuckle light. "I'm not sorry."

The air between them melted, and she laughed, rushing down the steps. It was all Tech could do to follows heart singing as he tried to catch up with her, the hunter who had taken this bounty on his heart.