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Sylus? No ... Skye?
Sylus x NonMC
summary: you didn't know that your lovely sweetheart is the most wanted man in all of Linkon. you knew him as Skye. one year with him was bliss, then suddenly he ghosted you.
tags: fluff, angst, sylus as skye, non mc reader more tags to follow
taglist: @animegamerfox @lazypostfandomer @mentaltrouble2201
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"How is my darling?"
Destiny cafe is particularly busy during this time of the day. Chatters from friends and the sound of the coffee grinder fills the place. So when you heard a familiar voice talking in your direction, you tear your gaze away from your laptop and looked at them. It's your very adorable boyfriend -- Skye. You immediately shoot him a smile. He's finally here.
"You're just in time. I'm actually loading up my cart for skincare products. Come and help me choose."
He groaned before plopping to your side and looked at your screen. That made you giggle. He doesn't really like doing all of these and in his own words he can "just help pay for it" but he tolerates you anyway.
"Sweetie, didn't we just bought some a few months back?" he asked while still scrolling through different brands of facial masks looking for the ones you two already tried and tested.
"Months. It's been months, Skye. We already went through all of them. We only have a week's worth."
"Fine. Go and check out this one. I like the scent."
Your afternoon went on like that. Nothing new. Just a fun and light moment with your long term boyfriend. It has been a blissful year since you two got in a relationship and so far, he did nothing but make you smile. Although he is stubborn at times and makes your head ache with his sudden disappearances, you didn't question him for it. You wanted to, but it seemed like he isn't ready to tell you where he goes and as an apology when he returns he gives you a bouquet of peonies.
Skye tells you that he is just a lowly fruit vendor whose income depends on how his fruits sell and that he got lucky supplying a few bigshots costumers here in Linkon, but sometimes it's hard to believe that. His motorbike collection alone is enough to pay for your year's worth of salary and so far he used at least five different big bikes around you. Not to mention his cars that's another puzzle that you cannot wrap your head around.
And the way he spoils you is out of this world! You're not one to police someone's spending habits but if Skye is telling the truth and he is just living off of his fruits, then he should start cutting back on the amount he spends on you.
"Skye, if you ever think of paying for this, I'm telling you now: don't." you said trying to be stern. "Let me cover it this time."
He raised a brow at you, "What kind of boyfriend am I if I let my lady pay for the things she loves?"
When he is like this it's so easy to just give in and do what he wants especially when he looks so offended that you don't want him to pay for you. It might no be obvious to him, but he has this little pout whenever he doesn't get his way and his eyes looks so disappointed that it makes your heart clench.
But no. You will not be swayed.
"You will be a responsible boyfriend who will be mindful of his spending habits so he can maintain his lifestyle." you answered him looking directly in his eyes. "You have been spending wayyyy too much on me, baby. It feels like for a week alone, you already managed to gift me an entire month's worth of my salary."
"Fruit sold so well it's fair that my lady gets her share."
There he is again. Using his charm and sweet words to get to you.
"I love that you had such a provider mindset, that's very husband material of you." you said emphasizing your last phrase because you know you get him to listen to you when that kind of topic is brought up. "BUT you have to spend wisely. It's not everyday that you will sell well. What if a competitor comes and you lose all your costumers, then what? I would happily provide for us, but if we can avoid being broke then by all means let's avoid it."
Skye knows you and your history. You didn't come from a rich background and you had to work your entire high school until college just to finish studying so you know hard work and how important it is to be mindful of your purchases and seeing Skye just burn his finances like it doesn't hurt his pockets is something that you would just watch.
"What I'm saying is, you need to save up for your future. You never know what might happen."
He took your hand and laced it with his, bringing it up his lips and kissed it.
"Don't worry about that 'kay? I'm not spending more than what I can lose. We won't go broke." he said and smirked, "But I think I would spend more on you. I like it when you get so ... wifey. Makes me wanna put a ring on you."
You blushed hard. Feigning irritation, you took your hand back and crossed your arm.
"Well, I won't marry someone who doesn't care about our finances."
"Hey! Don't say that!" He made you face him but you won't budge.
He sighed defeatedly when you didn't speak further. "Fine. I would spend less."
You smiled and finally looked at him. "Promise?"
"Promise." he looked like a kicked puppy it's adorable. You kissed his cheeks to mend his broken heart.
"Love 'ya. Keep that up I might propose to you myself."
He was wide eyed when you said that.
"Don't you dare, sweetie. Let me do the proposing." he said.
"If you are gonna spend a couple of thousand dollars on it, then I would say no." you stuck your tongue out just to piss him off.
He chuckled at you and your childish antics, "A man don't kiss and tell about the prices of their gifts, sweetheart. You wouldn't know."
You just pinched his ears lightly careful not to hurt him. "Take me seriously, Skye. Don't spend too much on me. Save some for yourself."
"I know, baby. I hear you. I will try, okay?"
You nodded your head. That's good enough to hear for now.
==
You walked out of the cafe planning to chill in your home and watch movies when Skye received a phone call from his shop assistant Luke. He answered it while keeping his hand on your waist to guide you to the front seat of his car.
"Hello?" He shut the door to his side and started driving putting Luke in speaker mode.
"Boss Man, we're on our way to deliver watermelons. The client wants to meet you. It's important."
You can hear Skye grumbling under his breath. He hates it when these kind of things happen especially when his time with you gets cut short. You two only see each other once or twice a week and it really pisses him off when he can't spend it like he intended to. You took his free hand and held him nodding for him to go.
"But -"
"Do it. Visit me tomorrow or the next day. Just text me and I will take a day off." you said. You really missed him too but his business needs him and you won't be the one to cause it's downfall.
He just sighed and answered Luke, "I'll be there. I will just take Y/N home."
"Copy boss!"
==
He pulled up in front of your apartment. You can see that he hesitates to leave because he doesnât even look at you and he has that little pout on his lips again. When Skye is like this, you really want to kiss him silly.
âSkye,â
âI donât want to go.â
âTsk.â He turned off the engine and went out to open the door for you. âI will be back as soon as I can, okay? I love you.â
You gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. You need your fill for when you wait on him.
âI love you too.â
You watched his car leave. Feeling hollow on your chest.
You went inside hopeful that he will see you in two days tops.
But then a week had passed and no message from him. You tried to call but it only rings.
It made you worry and you donât know any way to reach him.
If you had known that it would be the last time you would see him after a very long time, would you have let him go?
note: how was itttt? i hope you enjoy. this will be at least 3-4 parts only. love you!!! reacts, comments and reblogs are much much welcome đ€
#love and deepspace#sylus x non mc#lads sylus#lnds sylus#l&ds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#sylus x reader#lads fanfic#non mc reader#angst with a happy ending
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Why so serious? Sergeant
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader
Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine, Domestic Fluff
Summary: Itâs a lazy weekend and youâre bored, so naturally, you ask to practice makeup on your very serious, very grumpy boyfriend. He reluctantly agrees⊠not knowing youâre about to Joker-fy him and put it on tiktok. The twist? He looks too good, and now youâre the one suffering.
Warnings and tags: grumpy!bucky, but he loves her so soft for her, joker!bucky??, chaotic avengers' group chat, reader is clearly turned on by him.
Word count: 1k+
A/n: yes, this was inspired by Sebastian's role in the short film "The magic of passion", but he's a magician in that. Check it out if you haven't already. 500 followers special.
Saturdays were for pancakes, questionable movie choices, and Bucky grumbling around the apartment like a feral cat learning to be domestic.
Today, however, you were dangerously bored.
You were sprawled out on the living room rug in one of Buckyâs ancient hoodies, surrounded by your makeup collection like it was a war zone. He walked in slowly, suspiciously, like he was approaching some kind of trap.
âWhat... are you doing?â he asked, voice still gravelly from sleep.
You sat up like a puppy spotting a treat. âIâm bored.â
Bucky raised an eyebrow. âThatâs never ended well for me.â
You gasped dramatically. âRude. Iâm an angel when Iâm bored.â
âYou convinced me to sign up for goat yoga last time.â
âAnd your glutes looked amazing for weeks, so youâre welcome.â
He sighed, already regretting asking. âWhat do you want?â
You grinned. âCan I do your makeup?â
Dead silence. The kind that stretched just long enough for a tumbleweed to roll by.
âNo.â
âPleeeease? You have the best face. Like, if Michelangelo did eyeliner.â
âNo.â
You crawled over on your knees, giving him the full wide-eyed, pouty-lip, you-know-you-love-me look. âPretty please? Youâd be helping me grow as an artist. Youâre like⊠my beautiful, brooding canvas.â
Bucky blinked. âThat sentence gave me secondhand embarrassment.â
You clutched your heart. âThatâs a yes.â
He groaned but sat on the edge of the couch anyway. âFine. But no glitter, no lashes, no weird colors. Normal makeup.â
âOf course,â you lied sweetly, already grabbing a white foundation stick.
The man was so tragically trusting when he loved someone. He let you brush and blend and buff without question, arms crossed like a sulking statue while you worked.
He muttered under his breath, âThis better not end up on TikTokâŠâ
You gave a noncommittal hum. Because, obviously, this was not going to be a natural glam look.
And of course you filmed it. Youâd propped your phone up sneakily on the bookshelf, recording the whole transformation in time-lapse: serious, scowling Bucky slowly morphing into a chaos-clown masterpiece.
You whispered to the camera, âTrust. The. Process.â before cackling silently.
No, this was Heath Ledger Joker territory. And the best part? Bucky hadnât caught on.
You smeared more white across his face, added deep shadows around his eyes, a little black liner for depth⊠and then came the red. You dragged the lipstick in that jagged grin shape across his cheeks, trying not to burst out laughing.
âThis feels clowny,â he said, suspicious now.
âShhh,â you whispered. âTrust the process.â
When you were done, you stepped back with a breathless grin. âOkay. Ready?â
Bucky opened his eyes. You handed him the mirror. He stared.
ââŠYou made me the Joker.â
You waited for the grumbling, the classic âDoll, I said normal!â speechâbut instead, something entirely different hit you.
You blinked.
Because⊠damn.
The chaos of it. The cheekbones. The angry smudges. The âI might burn the world for youâ look in his eyes.
You felt something stir in your soul. And maybe lower.
ââŠYou good?â Bucky asked, brow furrowing.
You stared at him. âOkay but like⊠why is this kind of hot?â
He froze. âWhat?â
You stepped closer, eyes wide. âLikeâI thought this would be funny, but now I want to crawl into your lap and make out while âCandyâ plays in the background.â
His expression flickered between horrified and smug. âYouâre insane.â
You whispered, âSay it like youâre threatening Gotham, please.â
Bucky covered his face with one hand. âI knew this was a bad idea.â
You were already straddling his lap, giggling like a woman possessed. âDo the voice.â
âNo.â
âDo the voice, James.â
He exhaled, deadpan. âWhy so serious, doll?â
You gasped. âIâm going to combust.â
Bucky rolled his eyes, hands settling on your hips anyway. âYou have issues.â
âOh my god,â you gasped suddenly. âThis is going to break my feed.â
Bucky froze mid-eye roll. âYou filmed it?â
You nodded gleefully, already editing it to the âJoker stairsâ soundtrack.
âIf this ends up on the internet, I swearââ
You kissed his cheek, smearing more red on his jaw. âToo late, internetâs already falling in love with you.â
He groaned into his hands. âI hate Saturdays.â
He tried to fight it. He really did. But you looked too happy, too deranged, and clearly too turned on by the Joker makeup to argue.
âAlright,â he muttered. âYou got your fun. Take it off.â
âNot yet,â you said, eyes gleaming. âWeâre gonna reenact that âYou complete meâ scene.â
âAbsolutely not.â
âBucky, please, I need it emotionally.â
âYouâre lucky I love you,â he grumbled, but he didnât stop you as you dragged him toward the bedroom, red lipstick still smeared across his perfect jaw.
And maybeâjust maybeâhe did the voice again.
The next morning...
(The avengers find the tiktok you filmed, which may or may not have gone viral)
Avengers GC: âEarthâs Mightiest Disaster đ„â
Sam: nah. NAH. you let her joker you up AND film it???
Tony: I just choked on espresso why did that actually go hard
Peter: I donât know whether to scream or hide he looked into the camera like it owed him money
Bruce: the eyeliner is flawless why was the growl necessary
Steve: âŠwhat did I just watch? why is Bucky in clown makeup? why is he talking like that?
Loki: because Midgard is rotting.
Thor: I thought it was performance art
Wanda: he did the voice now Iâm rethinking some things
Nat: my soul left my body i need to lie down
Sam: [NAME]. [NAME] GET IN HERE. you enabled this
[Name]: I was bored he was sitting still what did you expect
Steve: what is âbreak me like a glowstickâ and why is it the top comment? what does that even mean?
Peter: I googled it i regret everything
Bruce: thereâs fan edits already one has âToxicâ playing over it i need bleach for my brain
Bucky: no one talk to me ever again
Sam: too late joker boy youâre the main character now
Clint: someone printed a screenshot and put it on the fridge in the kitchen btw not saying who but itâs me
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagine#james buchanan barnes#marvel fanfiction#bucky barnes#Avengers gc#text fic#bucky barnes fanfiction#sebastian stan x reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fluff
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greek pantheon in the family group chat?
(LOVE that! Okay, let's get into this)
Hestia: Hello! Just checking in on everybody :D! How are you doing?
Athena: Auntie, this is a group chat.
Hestia: I know, Sweetie. We never get a chance to talk in-person anymore, so I thought this could help.
Apollo: I foresee this going badly.
Ares: You don't need to be a prophet to do that
Hermes: Being a prophet might not help him. He didn't foresee me stealing his cows. HAhaha
Apollo: Dad! He admitted it!
Zeus: TBH I always knew. I just thought it was funny.
Hestia (typing)
Apollo: You've got to smite him or something.
Artemis: Come on, Pol. Don't expect Dad to fix all your problems.
Hephaestus: Didn't you literally run crying into his arms when Hera hit you?
Artemis (has left the chat)
Hermes: I bet she's on her way over to you again Dad
Ares: If she is, can I come too? You keep not responding to any of my texts and I had something I wanted to ask you
Ares: Dad? Are you ignoring me AGAIN?
Athena: I'd wager, yes.
Ares: It's a group chat! How are you going to pretend like I'm not here??
Zeus (typing)
Ares: Okay good.
Zeus: Hera, are you coming home early tonight?
Ares: >:(
Athena: You still have me.
Ares: Mean it?
Athena: At this moment anyway
Hestia (typing)
Hera: You two, cut it out. I'm trying to respond to your father.
Ares: Sorry
Athena: Sorry
Hera: Why do you want to know if I'll be in early?
Zeus (typing)
Hera: Are you trying to bring someone to MY home?
Poseidon: LOL
Zeus (stops typing)
Hestia: Maybe this is a topic that you two should discuss in a private chat.
Hera: ARE THEY ALREADY THERE ZEUS??
Poseidon: Also also are they cute? If so send pics. Sharing is caring :)
Hera: You stay out of this! Zeus, are you going to answer me or not? I see that you're still in this cat.
Zeus: Something came up. I've got to go. (has left the chat)
Demeter: Very classy of you.
Dionysus: Hera, I can make you a drink if it would make you feel better
Hera: It might
Demeter: Make two please. It's about to be winter. HADES
Hades: I'd really rather not be involved in this
Demeter: I'd rather not spend the winter away from my daughter. Guess we're BOTH unhappy now.
Hades (has left the chat)
Demeter: I know where you live!
Hephaestus: He can't see this text until he gets back
Demeter: He'll see me a lot sooner
Hestia: No one ever actually answered my question about how they were doing.
Hestia: Are you still there?
Athena: I tried to warn you that this wouldn't work.
Hestia: Maybe it can work another time. Should we try this again tomorrow?
Everyone: NO
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WIP excerpt for Slide behind the cut, who asked for interdimensional shenanigans and is getting âinterdimensional whoring for Timkonâ. Bullying your alternate self into having the best sex of his life with his bestie counts as "shenanigans", right? Right?? (( chrono || non-chrono ))
Well, at least his other self knows how to package a check-in in a way Kon will be able to relax for. And Tim himself knew enough to loop an arm around Konâs waist when his other self said âgood boyâ, which is the only reason his other self doesnât get knocked on his ass by two hundred and fifty pounds of incredibly dense half-Kryptonian muscle made out of DNA evolved for a much higher-gravity environment than Earthâs.Â
Well, thatâs why heâs the one facilitating this interdimensional threesome.
âThere we go,â Tim hums. His other self shoots him a dirty look againâprobably on principle at this point, really, he figuresâand Kon doesnât even try to stutter out an apology or make an excuse. Bonus benefit to sleeping with an easily-overwhelmed version of him, Tim notes: he stops apologizing for existing a lot sooner, and therefore Tim is kept much farther from manifesting any Gun Batman thoughts. Wellâhis version of âGun Batmanâ thoughts, anyway.Â
Technically, as far as Tim is aware, his home reality is possibly the literal only one without a potential âand then I became fascist Batmanâ timeline that was at least at some point lying in wait for its version of Tim Drakeâincluding several where he was never even a Bat, go figureâbut that doesnât actually preclude annoying visits from alternate reality versions of himself. Which is whatever, since most of them just seem to be just genuinely bewildered that all of Timâs personal technically-supervillain-oriented plans begin and end with âone sec, lemme just see how open to the question âhey can I borrow your lipstick and if so does it come in this one hyper-specific shade of red?â Dr. Isley is feeling this weekâ, but still kind of annoying anyway.Â
Tim finds the âand then I became fascist Batmanâ path very narrow-minded and not very resourceful of his alternate selves, honestly; seriously, do none of them know how to deal with their cortisol levels actually productively, as opposed to by just getting unhealthily invested in casework and training and contingency plans to the severe detriment of all their personal and professional relationships and own mental health?Â
. . . . . . maybe this is not the only sexually-repressed reality out there, considering. Which, come to think, might help explain why there are such a statistically-improbable amount of potential Gun Batman timelines in Hypertime.Â
Hm.Â
Tim idly wonders if he could spin âfor humanitarian reasons, I am going to be running a long-term background project where I get as many versions of myself interdimensionally laid as possibleâ to Bruce and/or the Justice League. Probably not, but like, if he tried the Titans . . .Â
Alternately, he guesses he could just ask Kon for some backup. Thereâs definitely some interdimensional whatever or another that Kon would be willing to nick from the Fortress of Solitude to facilitate that definitely just noble goal, and also thereâs really not better backup for that particular project anyway. Bernard doesnât have enough vigilante-grade field experience, he is not gonna take another Bat, and Cassie and Bart are great but like, if Tim was picking who heâd want to drop in on him from another reality and ask to ride his dick for the sake of the timeline . . .Â
And given Tim is the one picking, well, thatâs just the logical option, then.Â
Heâll look into it, he decides, and if itâs feasible heâll pitch a bimonthly boysâ weekend. Do some preventative work in a few realities/timelines or whatever, just in case.Â
Seriously, that Savior dude was a real goddamn trip.Â
Tim clearly takes himself way too seriously in way too many timelines.Â
Okay, though, all tangents aside, he does have shit to do here, so yeah, time to get back to that.Â
âHere, let me actually get your good boy out of these,â he says as he shifts back just enough to help Kon out of his pants and jock. He is not remotely merciful about letting his other self pretend not to notice what a fucking mess Kon made of them both during the process. Itâs not like Kon didnât already come all over his jock, so itâs not particularly subtle exactly how much he comes either way. âWhere are your wet wipes? Or . . . maybe thatâs optimistic of me, actually, maybe youâre not prepared enough for cleaning up your sexcapades, given Iâm not entirely sure youâve ever had a sexcapade.âÂ
âIâm notâIâve had sex before!â his other self sputters, turning red. Tim raises a pitying eyebrow at him. âI have!âÂ
âI didnât say you hadnât,â he points out mildly. His other self turns red. âI consider a sexcapade more of an event, personally, so theyâre just . . . hm, messier? Yeah, âmessierâ works.âÂ
âRob,â Kon mumbles against his other selfâs neck as he curls a hand against his shoulder, sounding a little drunk about it. Or, wellâa little concussed, maybe. Kon gets concussed a lot more often than he gets drunk, for obvious reasons. âYâwanna . . . ?â
âWe want to take care of you, sweetheart,â Tim says, taking a moment to press a kiss against the back of the otherâs shoulder before folding up his pants and carefully setting them and his jock aside with his shirt. And, well, sparing a moment to admire the come smeared across his S-shield again, because it really is something to appreciate, when Konâs willing to give that up. âCâmere.âÂ
He slips up against Konâ back again and puts his hands on his hips, and it only takes the slightest little tug or two to guide the other into following him back. Which is actually significantly more effort than it usually takes, but Timâs going to assume itâs safe to assume Konâs feeling a little torn between Robins right now.Â
He gets Kon to sit down on the edge of the bed and cups his face in his hands, and Kon immediately tilts his face up into them. He looks dreamy and dazed and all flushed and fucked and goddamn adorable. Especially adorable because he hasnât actually gotten fucked, or really even all that much attention. They havenât even touched his cock all that deliberately. Or really deliberately at all, in fact.Â
Tim feels some kind of a way about the fact that this Konâs never bottomed before and still let him fingerfuck him without even putting a hand on his dick for itâstill let him fingerfuck him without putting a hand on his dick for it, and came for it; came for it easily, even. That super-sensitivity is a goddamn gift.Â
Or just Kon is, really.Â
And Tim knows how to appreciate a gift.Â
âGood boy,â he says the same way heâd say âgood workâ in the field, and leans down to press a kiss to the otherâs forehead. Kon melts into a functional liquid under his mouth and hands and starts purring louder than heâs purred all night.Â
Definitely, definitely a good boy.
#timkon#tim drake#kon el#conner kent#dc robin#superboy#wip: interdimensional whoring for timkon#dom/sub#Slide
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These Violent Delights
Chapter 30 - Clear Blue Sky
Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 12k words.
CW: +18 content MDNI. a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes, panic attack, mental health, flashback, PTSD, sex, PiV sex, oral (M&F receiving), fivesome MMMMF, threesome MMF, cum play (kinda but not really), hurt/comfort, angst, mild self harm (scolding). AN: I'm not 100% happy with this chapter, I might come back and edit it a bit at a later date.
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Price walks into the room, Ghost has his back to the door. He doesnât move though, John can hear a tap running.Â
âHe talked?â John asks, closing the door behind him.Â
âHe talked.â Simon says, the tap turns off.Â
âWhat did he say?â John asks, he watches as Simon braces himself on the sink.Â
âIt doesnât matter what he said.â John clenches his jaw, he looks down at the papers on the table. Itâs all the intel they managed to gather, no one expected them to talk. John was already running out of time, MI6 were desperate to send them back to America, back to Graves.Â
âYou think heâs lying?â John asks, steping up to the table.Â
âIntelâs solid, Laswellâs already checked it out.â Ghost sighs, turning around to look at John.Â
âYou think itâs a trap?â John asks, Ghost looks away for a second before crossing his arms and leaning back up against the sink.Â
âAwfully conveniently. Gets caught breaks in less than an hour.â Ghost says, raising an eyebrow.Â
âSome people are not built for interrogation.â John reminds him, especially not Ghostâs type of interrogation. Thereâs silence in the room, John's mind goes back to when they caught the second guy. Graves' men are smart, he trains them well. A mole deep in a military base that's a valuable asset to just give up.
âWe still go, follow the lead. Weâre only planning on doing reconnaissance anyway, weâre gathering intel, following leads.â John says crossing his arms, Ghost stands up off the sink and walks over to the table.
âAnd if it is a trap?â Ghost asks.
âWorst case scenario we go in alone. That's why I need you with me.â John says, it's the worst case scenario, if theyâre forced to go against Shadow Company, Graves and Hale alone before Soap and Gaz can get to them.Â
âSheâll be safe in Scotland.â John says trying to keep his voice level, Ghost is staring down into his eyes.Â
âNo. No she wonât. She wonât be safe anywhere until Hale is dead.â
Youâre leaving today.
For once youâre happy youâre leaving. You hate this place, nothing good has happened here. You slept in Johnny's room last night, youâre not sure why it just felt right and he was more than happy to have you with him. He's barely taken his hands off you as you slowly made your way down for breakfast. You look outside and only see 2 random soldiers at the gate entrance.Â
Youâre not going to miss the strangers, youâre looking forward to spending some time alone with your pack. You canât wait to go to the loch, you canât wait to get back to the countryside with the rolling fields and the dense trees. After breakfast when you walk out of the dining room with Johnny, Kyle and Simon are starting to pile bags up in the lobby.Â
âJohnny.â Simon calls walking over to you both. âCarâs going to be here in a bit, where's all your stuff?âÂ
âChill LT. Itâll be ready.â Johnny says, patting his shoulder.Â
âShould have been ready this morning.â Simon says before turning to look at you. âWhat about you? Need a hand?âÂ
âNo, Iâm almost finished, I just have to pack up my nest.â You say smiling. Itâs the last thing youâll pack, things always feel so weird when you donât have one. You canât wait to get back to the one in Scotland, you knew leaving it there instead of packing it up was a good idea. He nods going back over to the pile of bags.Â
âHave you really not packed yet?â You say looking at him. He sighs, squeezing your hip.Â
âWeâre not leaving for another 2 hours, Iâve got plenty of time.â He says smiling. It makes you chuckle, you see John step out of his office he smiles at you while Johnny calls Kyle over.Â
âIâm going to finish packing, have a shower.â You say.Â
âOkay, love.â Johnny says and kisses your head before you turn and head upstairs. You grab a pair of comfy clothes from your bag, youâre going to have a long car journey and you want to be comfortable and hopefully sleep most of the way.Â
You look down at your nest. You should really pack that up first. You take out the important things, the tokens you have from each of them including Piper's scarf. You pack them up on the top of your bag and start to fold the blankets. When youâre done you look at the now barren spot. It feels wrong, it feels weird. You donât have a nest here anymore, honestly you donât mind.
You miss your nest in Scotland, you smile thinking about going back there. Apparently itâll be warmer this time you might get to spend even more time outside. You pick up your bag and drop it outside your door with your fresh change of clothes and a towel tucked under your arm.Â
You can hear Johnny and Kyle laughing in the lobby, you peek over the railing and see them moving bags around. It makes you happy, it makes you smile seeing them smile and joke with each other. Simon is standing next to John with his arms crossed, you canât hear what theyâre talking about.Â
You head into Johnâs room, he has already packed and stripped the bed. You throw your clothes down and head into the en-suite. You donât have time for a bath besides youâll have plenty of time when you get to Scotland. Â
You leave the doors open so you can hear the laughter and the voices traveling through the building. You strip, turning the shower on and holding your hand under it until it gets warm. When you step in you see there's only a bottle of body wash, youâll have to wait until you get to the house to wash your hair. You reach picking it up to squirt some into your hand.
You freeze when you see the scars. Theyâre taking longer to heal. You remember the man who attacked Piper, you remember the look in his eyes, he had one job and that was to kill. Before you can stop yourself you drop the bottle reaching to turn the heat up on the water. You let the heat pound on your back until your skin stings.Â
You remember the pain, the hot fiery drag of the blade against your skin, the adrenaline pumping through your system. You remember your only thought being to protect her, he would have had to go through you before he laid a finger on her. Your stomach feels like itâs doing flips and your heart feels like itâs going to jump out your chest.Â
Your legs feel like jelly and you slide down the side of the shower to the floor. You bring your knees to your chest and look down at your hands. You kept forgetting to talk to Piper about why theyâre taking so long to heal. Maybe itâs because the sink is so soft. Maybe they will never fully heal and youâll have a reminder for the rest of your life. You squeeze your eyes closed trying to ignore the pain rushing through your body.Â
The hot water burns your skin but you donât want to move.Â
'You saved a liar.â Hale's voice rings in your head. Itâs been a while since youâve heard him.Â
âGo away!â You call. You know heâs not there, you know heâs in your head but it helps anyway. You hear him laughing and you slap your hands up to your ears. You can hear the rapid thumping of your heart, your head starts spinning and you squeeze your eyes closed trying to ignore the laughing and focus on the sound of the shower.Â
Suddenly someone grabs you, they grab your wrists, taking your hands off your ears. You cry out trying to fight them as they pull you out of the shower.
âItâs okay, youâre okay.â Itâs Simon, you open your eyes choking on a sob. He pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you while you try to control your breathing. âYouâre okay, youâre okay.â You can smell the scent of alpha filling your nose, you start to relax against him as silent tears fall down your face.Â
You can still hear the shower running, Haleâs laughing has gone, leaving you with just the pounding of your heart and Simonâs gentle voice. You grip his shirt, pressing your hands on his chest, you can feel his steady heartbeat under your hand, you shiver as the water turns cold and the cool air hits your skin.Â
âWhat happened?â He asks after a few more seconds of silence.Â
âI was thinking about Piper. About the time she got attacked.â You say, looking down at your palm, you canât tell if the scars look worse or if itâs just your imagination. He lets out a sign moving a hand down your arm, he picks up your hand pressing his thumb into your palm, you wrap your fingers around it. Itâs good, it helps ground you.
âYou were very brave.â He says, you sniffle.Â
âI didnât feel brave. I just couldnât let her get hurt.â You sigh. Simon just holds you in his arms rubbing your palm with his thumb until you start to shiver. Then he helps you to your feet and warps you in a towel leading you back into Johnâs room
âDo you want me to stay?â Simon asks as you go over to the clean clothes laid out on the bed.Â
âNo. Iâm okay.â You say looking up at him, he smiles and bends down to kiss you on the forehead.Â
âIâll send Johnny up to help you with the bags.â He says, you nod watching him leave and close the door behind. You look down at the stripped bed, you remember laying in there with him, now the whole room feels empty.Â
You dry yourself changing into your fresh comfy clothes before Johnny comes into the room beaming at you. He doesn't ask questions, he just picks up the rest of Johnâs bags and yours and you help him take them down into the lobby. The car is already here even though youâre not leaving for another hour at least.Â
While Johnny goes to help Simon and Kyle load the car, you walk over to John's office. He has his back to the door boxing paperwork up on his desk. You knock on the door and he turns to see you, he frowns coming over to you holding your face in his hands.Â
âAre you okay?â He asks.Â
âYeah. I- I donât know, I was in the shower.â You choke on the words suddenly feeling a chill in the air. He drops his hands walking past you to close the door to his office. You wait until heâs back in your view, his hands land on the top of your arms.Â
âCan I call Piper?â You ask.Â
âOf course,â he says, moving around to the phone on his desk. He picks it up, you rub your thumb over the scars on your palm. You donât know why youâre nervous, everything feels like itâs changed. You havenât spoken to her since she left, youâve been too busy distracted with packing and getting ready to move.
âI need a secure outside line please.â John asks, secure , sheâs somewhere safe. John promised you she was somewhere safe, no one will be able to find her, not even Hale or Shadow Company. He offers you the phone, you step up, taking it out his hand and bringing it to your ear.Â
You hear the line ringing. âHello?â The voice is so familiar to you it puts you at ease immediately.Â
âPiper.â You say.Â
âHey hun, whatâs wrong?â She asks, suddenly sounding concerned.Â
âNothing. I think I just needed to hear your voice.â You say suddenly feeling silly.Â
âIâve only been gone two days.â She chuckles.Â
âI know. I just miss you.âÂ
âWell, things have been going well over here. Are you still on the base?âÂ
âYeah, weâre leaving today actually.â You look up at John who smiles.Â
âYeah? I bet you canât wait.â You can hear the smile in her voice, you smile too.Â
âIâm looking forward to seeing the loch.âÂ
âGood, you need a good rest, you deserve a good rest.â You smile, tangling your finger around the phone wire. Youâre not sure what to say, you just want to keep listening to her talk.Â
âAre you sure thereâs not anything else you need?â She asks after a few more moments of silence.Â
âNo. Iâm okay.â You say, you are, you are okay.
âOh actually before I go, is John around?âÂ
âYeah, heâs here.â You say, you hold the phone out for John who steps forward and takes it.Â
âPiper.â He says, you let go of the wire and reach out to grip his hand.Â
âSheâs okay.â He says his hand coming up to your face. You smile.Â
âIâll talk to them about it.â He says. âWeâll call you when weâre in Scotland. Of course. Bye.â He pulls the phone away from his ear and suddenly youâre upset you didnât get to say goodbye.Â
âShe had a delivery show up, weâll call her when we get to Scotland.â He says reaching over to put the phone down. His hand drops from your face to rest on your shoulder. There's a knock on the door, he turns calling whoever it is in.Â
âWilliams is at the gate.â Johnny says. John nods.Â
âWhy donât you go help Johnny finish packing. Then weâll be on our way.â You nod heading over to the door for Johnny to throw his arm around you.Â
âIf weâre lucky weâll make it there before dark and we can stop off at the loch.â He says.Â
âYeah, that would be nice.â You reply smiling.
You donât make it to the house until the sun has well and truly set beyond the horizon. When you do get there you canât wait to get out and stretch your legs. Johnny and Kyle drove this time so you were squished in the back between Simon and John. You didnât mind too much, it just meant you had less room.Â
Johnny and Kyle spend most of the drive talking about music and singing along to songs Johnny plays through his phone, fighting about others and comparing musicians they like. You donât mind, you get to listen to so many music genres you didnât even know existed. When you make it over the Scottish border John complains of a headache which is met by tuts of disappointment from Johnny and Kyle and the music is switched off in favour of the radio.Â
You lean up against him hugging his arm and manage to take a nap for the second half of the journey. When you get to the house youâre almost pushing them out of the car. Simon opens the boot and takes out one of the bags before closing it.Â
âHey, why donât you pop into town with Johnny?â John asks. You frown at him and look back in the car to see Johnny still in the driver's seat. You donât really want to but you nod anyway.Â
âGood.â John says kissing you on the forehead. You stretch before getting in the front seat.
âWe wonât be long, love. Just got to pick up a few things so we donât starve.â He says, you nod watching as the others go into the house.Â
Johnnyâs right the shopping doesnât take long, itâs only an hour before the place is going to close so youâre only picking up essentials; tea, milk, eggs and bacon for breakfast tomorrow, bread, cheese and some stuff to throw in the oven for dinner later.Â
The town looks different now the Christmas decorations have been taken down, itâs still pretty, it's so warm and inviting, especially the main street with the orange street lights beaming down.Â
âDo you think we could go back to the pub?â You ask as you stop at the top of the street, you see it on the corner there are a few people sat outside in the cold smoking.Â
âYeah donât see why not.â Johnny says as he turns down the road back out of the town. The drive home feels longer for some reason and Johnny seems distracted checking his phone every few minutes or so. He seems nervous about something, itâs starting to make you nervous.
âIs everything okay?â You ask as he pulls off the main road and down the private drive.Â
âYeah.â He smiles pulling right up to the house. You nod and go around to the back of the car to take the shopping out. When you make it in the house itâs warm, the living room door is closed so you head into the kitchen. No one is around, they must all be in the living room. Â
Johnny helps you put the shopping away.Â
âWhat about the rest of the bags?â You ask, remembering Simon only took one of them out.
âWeâll get them later.â He says closing the fridge. You nod and go to head towards the living room.Â
âWait!â Johnny calls. It makes you jump. He walks over to you grabbing your arm. âSorry, we have a surprise for you.â You frown at him, he just smiles but you still feel nerves rising in you.Â
âCâmon.â He says, leading you down the hallway to the living room door. Before you go in you both kick your shoes off. When youâre done Johnny covers your eyes with his hand and you hear him open the door.
âWhat is going on?â You ask, trying not to show how nervous you feel. You trust him, all of them. He would never do anything to hurt you, none of them would.
âItâs a surprise.â Johnny repeats, as you struggle to walk straight. Suddenly he removes his hands but you keep your eyes closed. âOpen your eyes, love.â When you do, you see the living room has been transformed into what looks like a massive bed. The sofa is still there but the coffee table and other furniture has been moved. The floor is covered from wall to wall with mattresses covered in blankets and quilts, with pillows spread everywhere.Â
John, Simon and Kyle are already sat around, you smile and step onto the mattress before falling to your knees. The bedding is soft and you can see the fire roaring away, other than a floor lamp itâs the only other light source in the room. The low light and the warm room immediately makes you relax, Kyle crawls over to you and he leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back, reaching out for his arm, running your hand down to his.
You feel Johnny coming behind you, his hands land on your shoulders and he presses his chest against your back. Kyle pulls from the kiss and you look up at the twinkle in his eyes. John comes over picking your hand up and lacing his fingers with yours, you realise thereâs even soft music playing you almost missed, they really have gone all out.
âWeâre not needed anywhere, no one knows where we are, weâre safe.â John says, kissing the back of your hand. âTonight is all about you. Whatever you want.â Youâre not sure what you want. Youâd be happy to just lay here with them all together like itâs one big nest.Â
You lean over and kiss John, your hands press on his chest and he lays back on the pillows. You just donât want them to stop touching you and they don't. Johnny's hands run up the back of your top, Kyleâs fingers dig into the soft skin of your arse and hips.Â
They move without bumping into each other. Youâre so busy sloppy making out with John when lips press on your shoulder you shiver, they move up to your neck pressing gentle kisses. You hear movement and look over and see Simon coming over to you, you sit back on your knees and wait, he reaches out with one of his hands to rub your cheek.Â
âHow about we just take care of you. You need it.â Simon says before kissing you. Holy shit this is actually happening. You donât have time to panic or overthink them all being with you at once. Your mind is racing, you can feel your cheeks burning. The scent of vanilla fills the room, you watch as they react to it while you just sit there and let them run their hands and lips all over you. John sits up a little running his hand up your thigh while Simon attacks your mouth, playing with your tongue, his hands pressed around your face, it's needy and breathless.Â
Johnny moans in your neck sending vibrations down your spine. Kyleâs hands start running up your top you donât stop him, Johnnyâs hand on your back stops at the bottom. A finger teases below your waistband, you lift your arms in the air and Johnnyâs hands glady pull up the hem of the top.
You break from the kiss and look down at John who smiles at you as Johnny pulls the top off over your head. Kyleâs thumb brushes over one of your nipples and you let out a long breath. John chuckles, squeezing your thigh before propping himself up on his elbows. His eyes wash over you like heâs looking at you for the first time.Â
Johnnyâs chest is pressed up against your back, his hands running up and down your thighs. âStunninâ sweetheart.â Johnny says gripping your hips, his thumbs slipping below your waistband. Itâs almost like he wants to claw the rest of your clothes off.Â
âCalm down Johnny, let's give her a second to breathe.â Simon says, his hand running up to the back of Johnnyâs neck causing him to sit back. John moves, gesturing for you to lay next to him. You smile and crawl over to him laying back against the pillows.
He turns on his side, his hand rests on your stomach before moving up to your chest. His eyes look dark in the low light but you can still see the shine of deep blue, you reach over to touch his face running your fingers through his beard tracing his jaw line.
âOur omega. Youâve been through so much.â He turns his head kissing your palm. âLet us make you feel good.â You smile and he leans in to kiss you.Â
Johnny moaning breaks you from the kiss and you both look down at him, his mouth locked around Simonâs pushing him down onto the bed. Kyle chuckles next to you and you turn to look at him. He smiles, his hand coming to stroke your face. John hums next to you his hand travels down your body to your stomach, then to the front of your pants.Â
Kyle kisses you, itâs long and slow, his thumb brushes your cheek as he plays with your tongue. You moan in his mouth as his other hand comes to squeeze your breast. He breaks from the kiss for a second pressing his forehead to yours.Â
âYouâre so beautiful.â He says before pressing his lips back on yours. Johnâs hand slips down into your pants, you spread your legs as much as you can, letting out a breath. Youâre trying to focus on Kyle, your hands running up his top as Johnâs fingers press through your folds and land on your clit.Â
âJohn.â You breathe as he presses down hard before rubbing tight circles. You moan and Johnny and Simonâs attention turns to you. Johnny chuckles climbing off Simon and coming over, his hands grip your waistband pulling your pants off in one quick motion. You spread your legs fully for John and he presses his fingers inside you.Â
âFuck.â You call balling Kyleâs top up in your hands. Johnny moves up to sit behind him pulling it off over his head. Kyleâs mouth comes down to one of your breasts and you lean back on the pillows. Simon moves to lay down between your legs running his hands up them. Thereâs so much going on youâre not sure who to focus on.Â
Johnâs fingers curl up inside you making you moan out, Kyleâs tongue flicks your nipple and you reach out to touch him. Johnâs hand presses down on your stomach as you start to squirm. Simonâs hands and mouth donât stop either, pressing kisses up your legs and running his hands over your thighs. Thereâs so much going on itâs almost overstimulating, not to mention the overwhelming scents in the room making your head spin. You reach out and grab Johnâs free hand to warn him youâre about to come.
âThatâs it, love.â John says, his voice is low, sending shivers down your spine. You clench around his fingers as you cum crying out as you try not to dig your nails into Kyleâs chest. John rides you through the orgasm, Kyle's mouth comes off your nipple and you look up at Johnnyâs face buried in his neck, he smiles at you as you pant through the overstimulation. Â
John takes his hand out of you and you look up at him. He leans over to press a kiss on your lips.Â
âGood girl.â He says, it makes you blush, your head pounds, itâs like you can smell the pleasure in the room, you see his pupils dilate. âWho do you want first?â You frown for a second, you didnât think you would get a choice, youâre not sure what to say.
âKyle.â You say before you overthink it. Johnny groans which makes Kyle chuckle as he prys himself from Johnnyâs arms.Â
âQuit complaining Johnny.â Simon says kneeling at your feet pulling his shirt off over his head. âCome over here, make yourself useful.âÂ
John chuckles, you look over at him and push your hand up his chest under his shirt. He gets the idea pulling it off, your hand runs up his stomach. You like how John feels under your hand, itâs soft and safe, you know where each scar is, where he likes to be touched. Where he doesnât like to be touched, you run your fingers through his hair resting your hand over his heart.Â
âMy turn next.â He says smiling as he leans down to kiss you. You just nod in response as you hear belt buckles clicking. Johnny and Kyle are already naked Simonâs laid back against the opposite wall to you, one leg bent watching Johnny throw his clothes to the side. Kyle shuffles around kneeling between your legs, your mouth fills with saliva as his hands run up your thighs.
He hooks his hands under your knees pulling you close to him, his cock is already hard resting on your stomach. John hums, reaching down to run his hand over Kyle's cock and you watch it twitch. John takes the opportunity to move, resting you against his chest, his arms wrapping around your stomach.Â
John removes his hand and Kyle reaches down to your pussy, his fingers are against your entrance before leaning back and replacing them with his cock. You feel nervous all of a sudden youâre not sure why, you donât think about it for long though before he presses into you.Â
It feels like heâs pushing all the air out your lungs, John moves so he can support your back better and you lean against him. He whispers in your ear, rubbing your nipples with his fingers and running his tongue up the back of your neck over his mark.Â
Kyle is gentle, slow, he takes his time rewarding you with nice long thrusts that make your toes curl. Youâre glad you picked Kyle first, you need this, something soft and slow, sensual with gentle touches and praises being whispered in your ears.Â
Kyle moans, changing his pace a little and you see Johnnyâs head pop up behind Kyle, then Simon a second later. Youâre not sure what they're doing but whatever it is it makes Kyle speed up and moan, tipping his head to the side and resting it against Johnny who kisses him.
âDonât get distracted.â Simon says in a low voice running his hand down Kyle's arm. It makes you shiver, Kyle moves, angling himself better against your hips hitting deeper and deeper inside you.Â
âFuck.â you breath clenching around him, youâre getting close already. Johnny smiles reaching over to rub your clit which causes you to cry out and arch your back. Simon presses a hand on your stomach and both you and Kyle moan at the same time. His thrusts are desperate now, heâs close too, his fingers digging into your hips.Â
You can barely call his name when you cum, tipping your head back and squeezing your eyes closed. Kyle mumbles as he cums throbbing inside you while Johnnyâs still assaulting your clit. When you open your eyes you see Kyle leaning over to kiss you.Â
All you can smell is leather, itâs so strong in the air itâs making you dizzy. When you break from the kiss you look over at Johnny who practically shoves Kyle out the way so he can get between your legs. It makes you chuckle as Kyle flops down beside you, his hand resting on your stomach. You turn to look at him and he smiles, his hand moves up between your breasts before making its way over to one of your nipples.Â
âYou okay?â He asks, you nod as you feel the tip of Johnnyâs cock tease your entrance. You turn slightly to address John.Â
âI thought you wanted to go next?â You say, he chuckles kissing the top of your head.
âIâve got all the time in the world.â He says. It makes you blush for some reason and before you know it Johnny is inside you with one slick thrust. Heâs eager, imminently grunting and slamming his hips against you.Â
âChrist, love. So fucking perfect aint you?â He says, youâve come to learn Johnny is pretty vocal when it comes to sex. If heâs not throwing a string of praises at you heâs moaning and grunting as he drives his cock into you, the sound of skin on skin drowns out the soft music.
Kyleâs hands donât stop running over your body, his hand squeezing your breasts or stroking your face. John keeps whispering sweet things in your ears, his thumb brushing his mark sending vibrations down your spine. Itâs a strange feeling but you donât mind it.Â
âLove you so much. Our perfect omega.â John breathes before pressing a kiss on your cheek.Â
âAnything for you.â You reply back breathlessly. Johnny picks up his speed and you look down to see Simon naked on his knees, his arms are around Johnny as he nips at his earlobe. One of his hands is on his nipple.Â
âSi-â Johnny chokes on his words. You watch as Simonâs hand runs up to wrap around his neck. Johnny arches his back. Christ , that's hot.Â
âBetter make her feel good Johnny.â Simonâs growling in his ears, Johnny wimpers you feel his cock twitching in you. Youâre going to cum again quicker then before, Kyle seems to pick up on it and his hand moves from your breast to your clit. As soon as his fingers brush it you squeeze around Johnny's cock as he bucks his hips into you.Â
âJohnny.â You call, you canât hold it back anymore, not now Kyle is rubbing tight circles.
âYes, yes, yes.â Johnny calls breathlessly, Simon holds him up as you cum, seconds later you feel Johnny spill inside you, his cock throbs his hips slow as he pumps into you. Kyle moves his hand as you start to shake from overstimulation.Â
âFuck, love. I donât think Iâll ever have enough of you.â Johnny says, Simon is running his hands over Johnny's body. Johnny pulls out then presses his fingers inside you, coating them in cum and your slick before bringing his fingers up to Simonâs lips.Â
You watch as Johnny pushes them into his mouth and Simon sucks them clean. You feel your body getting warm again, there's a pulsing between your legs as you watch Simonâs tongue lapping at Johnnyâs fingers.Â
You want Simon. You want your alpha. You prop yourself up off John and sit up on your knees. Johnny sees you and moves out the way taking his fingers with him as you reach out to touch Simon. You kneel up and kiss him, you can taste salt and sweet, you can smell his alpha and vanilla. His hands run up your body, your hands run down to his cock.Â
He hums in your mouth, pressing his tongue against yours. You pump his cock with your hand feeling it twitch, his hands land on your shoulders and he gently pushes you back. Johnâs hand lands on the top of your back, he kisses your shoulder before looking up at Simon.
You look down at Simonâs cock in your hands, Youâve only ever been with Simon when youâve been in heat. Heâs definitely the biggest out of all of them. You thrust down it with 2 hands rubbing your thumb over the tip smothering the bead of precum around. Your mouth fills with saliva, you bend down wrapping your mouth around the tip.Â
He moans out instantly, one of his hands comes to run through your hair while he sits back on his legs. You canât take him all the way so you use your hand around the base of his cock to make up for it. You like the fact he makes your eyes water, you like his moans and the way his fingers press on your head.Â
You get better position propping yourself up on your knees and your other hand flat on the bed to stabilise yourself. Johnâs hands start to run up the inside of your thighs and you hear him pulling the last of his clothes off. His fingers brush your clit, before he presses one of his fingers inside you causing you to moan around Simonâs cock.Â
âFuck, love. So this is what Johnnyâs been teaching you.â Simon says. You smile but you canât answer.
âDidnât teach her anything. Sheâs a natural.â Johnny says, you hear Kyle tut. You wonder what theyâre doing, you can hear lips smacking with each other sometimes. You feel Johnâs hand run up your back all the way to your neck. It makes you shudder and you slow your mouth squeezing the base of Simon's cock.
He twitches in your mouth causing it to fill with saliva. Johnâs hand runs back down and he spreads your legs slightly. You feel his cock brush between your thighs, he nudges your clit, you arch your back trying to press closer to him. One of his hands lands on the small of your back, his other guides his cock to your entrance pressing it in.Â
You squeeze Simonâs cock again and he scrunches your hair. It makes your eyes water but you donât stop, your body throbs as John starts to thrust in and out of you. Your head pulses along with your pussy, you focus on keeping Simon satisfied. The smell of alpha and vanilla is so strong all you can think about is satisfying them, making your alphas feel good.
You wish you could talk, tell them how good they're making you feel, how good Simon tastes in your mouth and how his moans make goosebumps rise across your body. Johnâs fingers dig into your hips, the room is filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and moans from them both.Â
âSuch a good omega for us.â John says, you hum pushing your mouth down Simonâs cock as far as you can.Â
âFuckinâ perfect.â Simon breathes, his breathing picks up and he gently presses on the back of your head encouraging you to take him deeper each time. Johnâs hand reaches down to rub your clit, you feel Simonâs cock hitting the back of your throat as he starts to buck his hips in time with your mouth.Â
Your body starts to shake, youâre not going to be able to last long, your breathing picks up, your heart is racing in your chest. You clench around John trying to warn him youâre close.Â
âYou close love?â He asks, you hum loudy around Simonâs cock trying to keep up with his hips. âSimon?â
âYeah, christ , yeah.â Simon pants, his other hand comes down to rest on your cheek. âCâmon, love, let go, let yourself feel good.â You want to nod but you can't, you come at the same time as John, he stops inside you. You feel his knot swell, youâre not in heat but you donât mind if he knots you, either way you shake through the orgasm feeling Johnâs cock throb deep inside you.Â
âFuck-â The words catch in Simonâs throat as he cums in your mouth. His hot seed hits the back of your throat and you gag squeezing around the base of his cock, you swallow it down. He immediately pulls out of your mouth bending down and cupping your face in his hands.Â
âYou good.â He asks, you feel John pull out of you, itâs strangely disappointing. You wouldnât have minded the rest. Your knees tremble and you relax into Simonâs arms.Â
âYeah.â You say choking on the word. John comes over brushing the hair stuck to your face.Â
âYou did so well for us.â He says, you smile blinking up at him. He leans in to kiss you, your mouth tastes of salt but he doesnât seem to mind.Â
âTowels and start a bath.â You hear Simon say as John breaks from the kiss. You can smell their alpha filling the room overwhelming the scent of vanilla and leather. You hear Johnny and Kyle leave and John turns, reaching over the sofa to crack open one of the windows.Â
âSo perfect for us, love.â Simon says, you look up at him, one of his arms supports your back the other comes down to brush your cheek. â Our perfect omega.â You smile up at him, your throat is suddenly dry. John pulls one of the blankets off the couch, throwing it over you and Simon.Â
You let out a long breath even though your heart is still hammering in your chest. John pulls his boxers back on before standing up. He rests his hand on your head, you yawn feeling the deep throbbing in your body fade. Your thighs feel sticky, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat.Â
âIâll get you some water then you can go for a nice long bath.â John says, you nod as he moves his hand and you hear someone walk back into the room. You donât turn to see who it is but Simon does. A second later Johnny bends down by your side, heâs dressed now. He pulls the blanket back slightly bringing a towel over to wipe between your legs.
âThere you go, did so well for us.â He says pressing kisses on your cheek and neck while he cleans you. When you start to shiver he stops pulling the blanket back around you. John comes back with a glass of water you gladly accept and gulp down.
âBaths ready.â You hear Kyle say from behind you. Simon moves like heâs about to transfer you to someone elseâs arms.Â
âWill you come?â You say looking up at Simon. He nods, smiling and helps you to your feet. You both walk up to the bathroom, the place is warm, the tap is still running and the whole room smells of something floral and sweet. Simon walks over and turns off the tap before climbing into the bath.Â
You climb in with him leaning back against his chest, you relax as he wraps his arms around you.Â
âI love you, Simon.â You say, closing your eyes. He kisses the top of your head.
âI love you too.âÂ
âI used to think you hated me.â You say opening your eyes back up and watching the bubbles swirl in the bath.
âI never hated you.â He says, youâre not sure if you believe him or not.Â
âItâs okay if you did. I understand, it was a new world for you.â You say, he sighs.Â
âI never hated you.â He repeats. âI was worried you were going to hate me.â You turn to look up at him, you frown at him, youâre not sure what to say.Â
âWhy would I ever hate you? You saved me.â
Simon smiles down at you. âIâm so glad we did.â His hand comes out of the water pulling your hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead.Â
âIâm so glad I found you. I wouldnât want to be with anyone else.â You say resting on his chest as his thumbs come to brush over his mark.
âWe almost didnât take the job. It was a spur of the moment plan, we were about to fly back to the UK.â He sighs, you watch his fingers trace his mark. âFinding you was a shock to us all. All I can think about is what would have happened if we didnât take it.âÂ
âItâs okay, itâs over now.â You say reaching up to rest your hand on his and squeeze it.Â
âItâs not over yet, but it will be, when we get Hale. Then it will be over.â He says. You donât want to think about him right now, you had such a good time with them youâre not going to ruin it by thinking about him.Â
You lean against his chest, you project your scent for him, itâs still filled with vanilla making your head swim. After a few more minutes of laying in his arms he moves to help you scrub your body. He uses something floral before offering to braid your hair.Â
âI didnât know you knew how to do that.âÂ
âI didnât, Johnny taught me.â He says. It makes you smile, he learnt that for you, he didnât need to do that. When heâs done you both get out of the bath and go to get changed into some fresh pyjamas. Heâs waiting for you in the hall, you yawn when you see him suddenly feeling tired. Your body feels heavy and satisfied.Â
When you make it back down to the living room the sheets have been changed, the lamp has been turned off the only light now comes from the fire Kyle is stoking and the TV. Johnny smiles at you when he sees you shuffling and patting the spot next to him. You smile and go over sitting down and leaning against him.Â
âYou smell good.â He says kissing your forehead. You go to smile but yawn instead. âTired?â You nod and he shuffles down the bed a little so youâre laying flat with one hand under a pillow. You turn letting Johnny hug you from behind you feel his chest against your back. You look up at John who reaches over pulling a blanket over you both.Â
You reach over your hand lands on his thigh, he rests his hand on yours and smiles down at you.
âThank you.â You say yawning again and closing your eyes. The sound of soft music has been replaced by the low drone of the TV and noise from the kitchen. Johnny squeezes you tight, pressing a kiss on your neck. You let out a long breath and relax into the nest surrounded by your pack, the way it should be.
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Youâre cuddled up sleeping between Simon and Johnny, John is laid up against the sofa with Kyleâs head resting on his thighs. He looks over at you watching your chest rise and fall. You look so peaceful, youâre warm and safe. Surrounded by your pack - the people you love and who love you back.Â
Itâs how it should be, for a few minutes he lets himself be sad. He doesnât want to leave, he wants nothing more than to forget about all of this, Hale and Shadow company, the cure and Graves. But Simon is right, Piper is right; theyâll never be truly safe until Haleâs dead.Â
âNot tired?â Kyle asks quietly. John looks down at him, his hand comes to stroke his cheek.
âA lot on my mind.â He sighs.Â
âWanna talk about it?â Kyle asks, John shakes his head sighing. Maybe he could but not right now, he wants to enjoy this time while he can before he has to leave for at least a month, maybe longer. Â
âAre you really going to leave?â Kyle asks, looking up at him.Â
âI donât have a choice. Hale needs to die.âÂ
âSheâs not going to be happy about it.â Kyle says. John looks down at him running his hand over his head. It reminds him of you, when you lay in his lap. This time it's different though, it doesnât feel the same. Thereâs no scent to help him relax, itâs just Kyle. Â
âSimon.â You call out, Kyle sits up as Johnâs eyes flick over to you. Youâre still asleep, your eyes closed as you reach out to the person in front of you. Itâs Simon and he wakes wrapping his arms around you.Â
âIâm here love, I got you.â You murmur in response it wakes Johnny who presses closer against your back reaching over to touch Simon. Johnny kisses the back of your head as you nuzzle your face into Simonâs chest, still mumbling.Â
He shushes you, his hand running over your head. Even here safe and surrounded by your pack you canât rest. John sighs as Kyle goes back to lay on his lap. Piper said things would get worse before they got better. He knew that already, he hopes it helps you, opening up to Piper about the past. Or maybe it will make things worse and both the alphas are about to leave.Â
âIâll tell her tomorrow. Then at least she has a few days before we have to leave.â John says.Â
âAre you sure you donât want me to come instead of Simon?â Kyle asks.Â
âNo.â John sighs. âItâs only for a month, follow up on some leads, maybe try and track him down at least, then weâll go from there.âÂ
Kyle nods yawning and John looks back over at you scrunched up between Johnny and Simon. He pushes the thought of Hale and the cure out his head, this week is for you, to help ground you. You need this after everything that's happened. You need a break, and youâre going to get it. Â
You wake in the nest, you look around the room, everyone is here and everyone is still sleeping. You can hear gentle snoring, youâre wrapped up in Johnny and Simon's arms. Kyle is behind Johnny, his hand reaching over to rest on your hip. You smile looking for Price whoâs back-to-back behind Simon.Â
You donât want to move, you donât want to break this perfect image, you are safe, surrounded by your pack - people who love you. Itâs perfect, itâs all you ever imagined it would be. Johnny shuffles behind you and you hear Kyle grumble squeezing your hip before opening his eyes and propping himself up.
âMorning.â He says, his voice heavy with sleep. Johnny wakes next, reaching over to push Simon's shoulder. Simon moves, squeezing you tight before opening his eyes and looking down at you.
âMorning,â he says, his voice even rougher than Kyle whoâs now on his feet walking across the room to the kitchen.Â
âIâll get the kettle going. We should go to the loch later.â He says smiling. You prop yourself up excitedly smiling back at him. Youâve been waiting to go to the loch since you found out you were coming back. Johnny chuckles running his hand up your back and you look over to see John sitting up itching his beard. He smiles back at you when he sees you before getting up and heading into the kitchen.Â
âYou look so pretty when you smile like that.â Simon says his hand comes up to brush your cheek. You over at him, you lean in and kiss him. His lips are soft and warm, youâre drinking him up kissing him deep as you run your hand up his body.Â
You hear the kettle click and break from the kiss. Johnny gets up and offers you his hand. You smile and take it getting up and following him into the kitchen.Â
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The sun is out and high in the sky. You remember the way to the loch and you're practically draging them there holding Johnnyâs hand as he tries to get you to slow down. You canât help it though youâre too excited.Â
When you make it to the loch, you drop his hand jogging down to the edge of the water. Itâs lapping on the stones, you can smell the damp wood in the air. The breeze hits you. It's cold on your face coming off the water. It carries the scents of the forest with it.Â
You hear the crunching of the stones as everyone comes up behind you. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath in as a hand comes to rub the top of your back. You lean on Kyle opening your eyes to look back over the water.
âI really love it here.â You say. Johnny chuckles next to you reaching down to pick up a stone.Â
âItâs very beautiful.â Kyle says as his hand drops down to your waist.Â
âI wish I could stay here forever with you, all of you.â You say smiling.
âWeâre not going anywhere.â Johnny says, skipping the stone along the water. You let out a sigh, you know that's not true even if you donât want to admit it to yourself. Eventually John will leave, or at least you expect him to. You know he wants to kill Hale, he canât do that from here.Â
You turn to look back at John and Simon stood a little further behind you talking. John smiles at you with a cigar between his lips. The professor smokes cigars, you swallow the lump in your throat turning away. You donât want to think about him right now. This is a beautiful place and youâre with the people you love.Â
âCan you show me how to do that again?â You say pushing the thought away and bending down to pick up a stone.Â
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When you make it back to the house it feels like something has changed. Maybe youâre just tired from the walk but when you make it through the door everyone's attitude seems to go quiet. It lingers all the way through lunch, itâs uncomfortable but you canât put your finger on it.Â
Itâs early evening and youâre sat in the living room with Johnny and Kyle when John appears in the doorway. Something about the way he looks makes your stomach sink, you feel sick, nerves bubble in you as you sit up.Â
âCan I have a word?â He asks you. You swallow the lump in your throat nodding and getting up to follow him out the room. He offers you his hand before leading you upstairs to the master bedroom. Maybe itâs nothing, maybe he just wants to tell you something he canât tell the others. Maybe he just wants to have you all to himself for a few hours.Â
It doesnât seem like that's the case though, he sighs as you enter the room closing the door behind him. He turns to look at you, his expression has softened, that makes you feel a little bit better. His hands run up your arms landing on your shoulders. He lets out another sigh, fuck , this is going to be bad.Â
âI told you that we wouldnât keep secrets. That we - more importantly I would tell you everything we knew as soon as possible. No more secrets.â He says, you nod letting him continue.Â
âOur job is to protect innocent people, to stop the people who hurt others. Hale is one of them. You will never be safe until weâve stopped him.â He says, raising an eyebrow to see if youâre listening. You nod again, youâre holding your breath, you donât like where this is going.Â
âKate has a lead for us in America. Me and Simon, we're going to go check it out.â He says. Itâs like a stab to the heart. You clench your jaw trying not to let the tears welling behind your eyes escape. His hands squeeze your shoulders, it doesnât bring you comfort though. You knew this was going to happen, you thought about what you would say to him to try and get him to stay but now youâre hearing it your mind is drawing a blank.Â
âWhy?â Itâs such a raw question, it makes you feel guilty for even asking.
"We all want you to be safe, to be able to live a long and happy life. You deserve that, and to get that Hale needs to be gone."
âYou don't have to do this John. I would rather spend my life on the run or in hiding then risk losing you. You could die then I would never see you again.â You sob reaching out for his arm. âI could lose you both, it's not worth it I can't- please John please just say youâll stay.â
He looks sad, you feel your bottom lip quiver, he sighs rubbing his hands down your arms. âIâm sorry. We have to go.â You donât want them to leave. You canât hold back the sob rising in your throat, it comes out with tears rolling down your face.Â
Johnâs hands move to your face. His thumbs brush your tears away.Â
âI love you.â You sob. He nods, cupping your face in his hands. He looks like he might be about to cry too his eyes are glossy as he looks down at you.Â
âI know, Iâm doing this because I love you, we all are.â He says. You choke on another sob and turn away from him, you canât look at him right now. Heâs going to leave you alone. Youâve only been back in Scotland for 2 days and now he wants to leave again. Him and Simon. You want to leave crawl up in your nest where its safe. Nothing he says to you will comfort you right now, you push past him heading for the door.
When you open it you look out to see everyone standing around in the hall. They look just as upset, you look over at Simon whoâs leaning on the stair railing. He stands up straight when he sees you. Your vision blurs as more tears come, you rush past them Johnny reaches out and grabs your arm. You look up at him feeling guilty all of a sudden, you should be happy they want to go out and kill Hale. Then youâll all be safe. You pull your arm out his hand ignoring his calls and rush down the stairs.Â
âLeave her mate. Let's give her some space.â You hear Kyle say before slamming the living room door closed behind you. You climb over the bedding, the space you all spent the last two days lounging in. Between the cuddling and the sex, the whole place was starting to feel like an extension of your nest.Â
Now it feels empty, lonely, there's nothing more depressing than an empty nest. You crawl over to your nest in the corner laying down and pulling the duvet over your head. You sob until youâre exhausted and drift off to sleep.
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When you wake your muscles feel stiff. Your body is hot and there's an uncomfortable layer of sweat built up. You open your eyes, youâre facing the wall but you can see the orange and pink hues. You let out a sigh, a second later a hand lands on your arm.Â
You turn in your nest, you hope itâs anyone but John. Youâre not so lucky, heâs there sitting against the wall. You wouldnât have expected anything less honestly. You start feeling tears again, the pain of knowing heâs going away and Simon too. Going to do something that could get them killed.Â
âPiper told me that youâre soldiers. That being worried about you getting hurt should be the last thing on my mind.â You say, despite your body feeling like itâs overheating, your throat is raw and dry. âDoesnât make you invincible.âÂ
âNo.â He says. âBut it gives us a better chance than most.â
âYou could die.â You say choking on the sob. He lets out a long breath, he looks like he wants to reach out and touch you instead he turns and lays down parallel to you. You look behind him, the room is empty. Maybe he sent everyone away so he could be alone with you.Â
âItâs only surveillance. We need to watch them, make sure the information we have is good.â He says.
âCanât Kate do that?âÂ
âSheâs not working for us. She has other jobs to do, we donât know how deep Haleâs presence is. If Kate stops what sheâs doing it could alert him.â He explains, you nod. Heâs right, you know it has to be him. Who else would it be, even if he does agree to stay he would always be watching over his shoulder.Â
Honestly you would be too. Youâre never going to be able to fully relax knowing he is still out there looking for you. You sigh, squeezing your sore eyes closed feeling fresh tears come. You shuffle back in your nest until your back hits the wall. You pull the duvet back nodding at him to get into your nest with you.Â
He hesitates for a second before slowly shuffling in and wrapping his arms around you. You close your eyes, breathing him in as he kisses you on your forehead.Â
âI love you, you and Simon. Iâm so scared about losing you both.â You say. He hums squeezing you tighter.Â
âI love you too. Weâll be safe, itâs just surveillance. Thereâs a good chance Hale wonât even know weâre there.â He says, you pull your head off his chest and look up at him. He smiles at you, his hand comes from your waist to hold your face. His thumb gently brushes away the tears still escaping from your raw face.Â
âThank you for doing this. Making the room like one big nest.â You smile, he leans in to kiss you. You press yourself up against him running your hands up his chest. He feels familiar under your hands, solid and safe. You canât imagine him getting hurt, getting shot.Â
Piperâs right you shouldnât be worried, even if they were to get shot chances are theyâll be fine. Theyâre alphas, theyâre stronger, they heal quicker and they have each other. That's the most important thing, they have each other. Your hand stops on a scar on his chest and you break from the kiss.Â
âWhat happened?â You ask, running your fingers over it.Â
âShrapnel, Iraq.â He says you look down at your hand under his shirt moving your hand past the scar until you land on another one. You look back up at him.Â
âBullet, Urzikstan.â For some reason that makes you feel better. Youâve been shot, heâs been shot probably more than once. You reach up to kiss him, moving your hand over to rest on the center of his chest so you can feel his heartbeat. The door to the room opens and you break from the kiss, you look over seeing Johnny smiling at you with a mug in his hands.Â
âTea?â He asks, holding it up. John turns to see him and you nod. You sit up and John follows. You look around the room, this is how you always imagined pack nests would be. A room of comfort with space for you to all be together.Â
You crawl over John meeting Johnny half way before he kneels down passing you the mug. John comes up next to you wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back to lean against him. You hum sipping the warm sweet tea. Johnny sits next to you rubbing your thigh.Â
For a few seconds no one says anything. You enjoy the warm tea and their hands on you.
âWhere are Simon and Kyle?â You ask.Â
âShopping.â Johnny says as he reaches over to grab the remote and turn the TV on. Itâs not long before you find yourself switching to lean up against Johnny as you sip on your tea. He wraps his arm around your shoulders reaching over to run his hand up the back of John's head.Â
His other hand starts to run up your thigh. Youâre only wearing Johnâs oversized shirt and underwear. He looks like heâs still invested in whatâs happening on the TV. John sees what's happening though, his mouth kissing your temple and pressing one of hands on your stomach.Â
You canât pay attention to the TV while they touch you like this, Johnny's hand is still lazily rubbing your thigh, his hand brushing closer and closer to your pussy. Your eyes are fixed on his hand, you part your legs slightly letting out a breath as Johnâs hand travels up your top. John takes the mug out your hand, placing it on the end table.Â
He kisses your neck and you relax back against him, his hand makes it to your breast and he brushes his thumb over your nipple. You moan and Johnny turns to look at you with Johnâs mouth in your neck and his hand up your top playing with your breasts. His eyes light up and you smile at him spreading your legs.Â
He smiles back, turning to slip between your legs, he hooks his arms under your knees throwing them over his shoulders. You squirm as he runs his tongue up your thigh, pressing little kisses until he gets to your underwear. You canât move to shuffle them off; he has your legs thrown over his shoulders, picking your ass slightly pulled off the ground.Â
It doesnât matter though because a second later his hands rip the fabric exposing your dripping cunt to the warm air in the room.Â
âJohnny!â You call, John tuts before his hands go back to your tits. Johnny doesnât take his eyes off your pussy, wetting his lips.Â
âSorry.â He says before pressing his tongue on your clit. Fuck, heâs eating you out like a man starved. His fingers dig into your hips as his tongue circles your clit pressing down hard and making you shudder with each drag. You moan out reaching down with one of your hands to grip his hair. John hums in your neck, his thumbs are still brushing your nipples sending vibrations down your body.Â
âHum. Is he making you feel good?â John asks in your ear. His voice rumbles as he plays with your breasts, running his hands over your nipples.Â
âYes.â You breathe, squirming in Johnnyâs grip, his hands grip your waist, his tongue doesnât stop rubbing tight circles moaning around you making you shiver. Johnâs tongue runs up your neck, he sucks on the sensitive parts as he pinches your nipples. Johnnyâs tongue is relentless, he hasnât slowed down for a second. Youâre not sure where he gets all the energy from, it feels like he can and will go for hours if he was left to his own devices.Â
âJohnny.â You call trying not to squeeze your thighs around his head. Johnâs lips leave your neck and you pull on Johnnyâs hair as you cum. He doesnât stop though, riding you through the orgasm, you pant crying out until your legs start to shake.Â
Then his head comes up from between your legs, he smiles at you with a cheeky look in his eyes dropping your legs from his shoulders. He props himself up leaning in like heâs about to kiss you but instead he reaches up to John kissing him instead. John moans as their lips smack together, Johnny breaks from the kiss looking over at you licking his lips.Â
âTastes better from the source.â Johnny says, John tuts and shakes his head. Johnny's hand works its way back down to your clit. âCâmon Cap, sheâs so fuckinâ sweet.â John sighs and shuffles, you turn to look up at him and he smiles. You lean forward letting Johnny scoot up next to you and you lean against him as John takes his place between your legs.Â
John feels familiar between your legs, heâs slow unlike Johnny, taking his time to kiss up your thighs. His beard tickles your skin, it makes vibrations travel up your legs. You feel his hot breath on your already soaked pussy. He lets out a long breath, getting comfortable before pressing his tongue through your folds.Â
You moan and Johnny's hand hikes your top up to reveal one of your breasts locking his mouth around the nipple. Youâre so sensitive, you have to clench your thighs around Johnâs head. It makes him moan and you tip your head back running your hand through John's hair. Â
You pant Johnâs name as you cum again throbbing in his mouth. Johnnyâs mouth comes off your nipple and he lets your top fall back down.
âPerfect, love.â Johnny says before he kisses you. You feel John coming up from your legs his fingers brushing over your sensitive clit causing you to twitch, you break away from the kiss as John comes back up to sit next to you pulling you into his arms against his chest.
âOur perfect omega.â John says squeezing you tight and pressing a kiss on your neck. You blush sucking in deep breaths as your heart hammers in your chest.Â
âJohnny, go get her some new underwear.â John says, nudging him with his foot. Johnny nods, standing up and adjusting himself in shorts before leaving the room. You relax against John looking over at the TV as John hums into your neck, running his hands over your body.Â
âIâm going to miss you.â You say.Â
âIâm right here, love.â He sighs. âI know, Iâm going to miss you too, so much.â
âPromise me you wonât go after him. You said youâre just observing him right?â You turn in his arms so you can look in his eyes. âPromise me John, you and Simon will stay safe.âÂ
He hesitates pressing his lips together. Â
âI promise.â he says. You believe him, you reach up and kiss him.Â
Itâs raining. The weather fits the mood. You've been here just over a week and it's the first time it's rained.
They took the bedding and mattresses out of the living room yesterday and put them all back on the beds. You ended up crawling into the masterbed with John and Simon joined you halfway through the night. Even then it felt like it wasnât enough time.Â
You can see the sun coming through the curtains, John is gone so you turn over in the bed. You expect Simon to be gone too but heâs not, he's there and heâs awake staring at you. Heâs smiling but all you can think about is the fact that theyâre leaving today. You shuffle over to him, wrapping your arms around him.Â
He kisses the top of your head and you try really hard to not get upset. He hums, breathing you in as you listen to the rain outside and the sound of his heartbeat.Â
âIâm going to miss you.â You say after a few minutes of silence.Â
âI know. Iâm going to miss you too.â He says. It doesnât help, it's not enough.
âYou could always stay.â You say, you're half joking but you feel him react to it and you turn to look up at him. He sighs before leaning down to kiss you. You kiss him back, long and needy, you never want his lips to leave you.
âWe will be back. Weâll only be gone a month at least.â He says.Â
âA month is a long time.â You say. He smiles rubbing your cheek.
âItâll feel like no time at all I promise.â He says, you smile.Â
âDonât make promises you canât keep.â Â
âI know.â He says. He swings his legs out the bed and starts to get up. You follow him, you want to be close to them, you want to spend as much of the day with him and John as you can. You follow Simon down to the kitchen where everyone else is waiting, John is sat on the island with his back to the door. You walk over to him and throw your arms around him.Â
âHey.â He says putting his mug down, his hands coming to land on yours. You press your nose into his neck breathing him in.Â
âWhat do you want to do today?â Kyle asks sipping on his mug.Â
âTake it easy. Enjoy the last few hours of peace.â John says. He squeezes your hand. âIs there anything you want to do?â You're not sure if heâs asking you but no one answers so you shake your head.
âTaking it easy sounds good.â You agree, smiling.Â
...
Kate arrives just after midday.Â
You know itâs time when the doorbell rings but no one moves. Itâs just like a weird silence falls over the room. Johnny whoâs sat between Simonâs legs is the first to move, getting up and heading out the room. John sighs and you take it as your cue to sit up. He stands up and offers you his hand, you reluctantly take it.
When you make it out into the hall, Simon is zipping his coat talking with Johnny and Kyle is outside with Kate. At least itâs stopped raining, you look out and Kate catches your eyes smiling at you. She reminds you of Piper, maybe itâs the blonde hair. Maybe itâs the way they both carry themselves, like they know what they're doing and they can command a room, even with big burly men.Â
John drops your hand reaching over for his coat and shrugs it on while Johnny helps Simon with the bags. The bags are small for them only going a way for a month, maybe theyâll be back sooner than you think
Johnâs hand comes to your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. You canât stop the tears, you donât even try.
âItâs going to be okay, weâll keep in touch.â John says, you look up at him and nod. You wanted to stay strong for them but you canât. You let out a sob before throwing your arms around him, he hugs you back running his hands up your back.Â
âIâm going to miss you.â You say, your voice muffled pressed into his chest. You project your scent for him, he breathes it in and kisses the top of your head. He presses your shoulders back so you can look up at him.Â
âI love you.â He pauses, tipping his head slightly and brushing a tear away. âI love you so much.â You nod at him and he leans down to kiss you. You press your lips to him as hard as you can, you never want it to end. Then you feel a hand on your shoulder and you break from the kiss.Â
You turn to see Simon standing behind you, before he can say anything your lip quivers and you throw your arms around him. He strokes your head as you let out a sob on his chest.Â
âWeâll be back before you know it. A month isnât that long.â You break from the hug. He smiles at you and it just makes you want to cry again. He reaches down to kiss you, this time he kisses you slowly, making sure his lips and tongue linger for as long as possible. There's another hand on the top of your back.Â
âI love you.â You say to him, he smiles and it hurts. It feels like thereâs a pain in your chest, it hurts that theyâre leaving you. Itâs only for a month - 30 days then theyâll be back, but they could get hurt. Johnny and Kyle come up behind you, Kyle grabs your arm gently pulling you back. Johnnyâs hand rubs your back.Â
âCall us when you land?â Kyle asks. John nods and gets into the front seat of the car.Â
âYou better not have all the fun without us.â Johnny says as you all step back from the car.Â
âItâs not a holiday Johnny.â Simon says as he gets into the back of the car. The engine starts and you all keep stepping back, you look in the wing mirror to see John looking back at you. You smile at him and watch as they drive off. You stay there until the car turns out of view at the top of the drive.Â
âCâmon, itâs nice and warm inside. Iâll make you a hot chocolate.â Johnny says. You sniff, clearing your nose and turn to look at them. Kyle reaches down and takes your hand lacing his fingers with yours.
âIâve never had hot chocolate before.â You say forcing a smile. Johnny smiles excitedly, patting your shoulder and walking ahead to the front door. Kyle squeezes your hand.Â
âDonât worry, weâll speak to them in a few hours.â Kyle says, you nod walking back into the house with him.

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pairing - hyun-ju x reader summary - after everything fell apart, you and hyun-ju keep finding excuses to stay in each other's lives. some loves don't end cleanly. some loves find a way back, even when they shouldn't. warnings - au!hyun-ju, afab!reader, angsty angst, brief sexual content, pre-bottom surgery hyun-ju. 18+, minors dni! 5.2k words



It was always the little things that piled up first. The unanswered texts. The late nights you spent waiting, wondering if she forgot, if she cared, if she was just tired or if it was you.
The arguments that started small and stupidâwhere to eat, what time to meetâand ended with slammed doors and swallowed apologies.
âYou never take anything seriously,â she said once, standing in the kitchen, arms crossed so tight you thought she might snap in half.
You laughedâsharp, defensive. âItâs not that serious, Hyun-ju. Itâs just dinner.âÂ
But it was never just dinner. It was never just one thing.
It was the thousand tiny disappointments that neither of you knew how to voice until they turned into something ugly.
It was her needing structure, needing something solid to hold ontoâand you needing something a little freer, a little softer, something she couldnât give without breaking herself apart.
It was both of you pretending you could fix it, even when you knew you couldnât.
Until one night, after one too many fights, one too many wrong words, she said, quietly, almost kindly: âI canât take care of both of us anymore.â
You didnât fight her. You just stood there and let her walk away.
Present
Itâs been six months since you broke up. Six months of pretending you donât think about her every time you pass a cafe she liked. Six months of telling yourself youâre better off, even though every bone in your body knows youâre lying.
So when your kitchen light goes outâand the broken stool in your closet mocks youâyou do the stupidest thing you could possibly do.
You text her.
hey. can you help me? my lightâs out and i canât reach it
Itâs pathetic. You know it is. You stare at the message, thumb hovering over the screen, heart pounding. You almost delete it. But before you can, the typing bubble pops up.
Hyunnie omw.
Three letters. No hesitation. Just like that, youâre right back where you started. Waiting for her.
You donât have to wait for long.Â
Fifteen minutes, maybe less, before you hear the soft knock at the doorâthe same rhythm she always used. Three quick taps. One long one.
You hesitate with your hand on the doorknob. Some stupid, stubborn part of you still thinks: if I donât open it, maybe I wonât have to feel all of it.
But you open it anyway.
And there she is.
Hyun-ju, standing in your hallway like no time has passed at all. Black sweater, faded jeans, keys hooked on her thumb. Tall and steady in the way you never learned how to be.
Her eyes flick over youâtaking you in, checking for damage youâre not sure you even showâand then she smiles.
Small. Careful. Like if she gives too much away, youâll both fall apart.
âHey,â she says softly.
âHey,â you manage, voice catching in your throat.
You step back to let her in. She kicks off her shoes without being asked, setting them neatly by the doorâbecause of course she remembers how you hated when she used to track dirt across your floors.
The apartment feels too small with her in it.
Or maybe it just feels too fullâwith everything youâre trying not to say.
You point toward the kitchen lamely. âItâs the light in there. I canât reach it.â
Hyun-ju nods, already moving. Efficient and calm. Like she didnât once rip your heart out with her bare hands.
She grabs the chair from your table without a word, balancing carefully as she reaches up. You stand back, watching herâthe stretch of her body, steady confidence of her hands, the way her brows furrow slightly in concentration.
Your throat tightens.
Itâs stupid. Itâs just a lightbulb.
But once, it wouldâve been your how she was fixing. Your broken things she was trying to make better.
Now itâs justâŠcharity.
She steps down lightly, flipping the switch. The kitchen floods with warm light. âThere,â she says, wiping her hands on her jeans. âGood as new.â
You smile weakly. âThanks.â
Silence stretches. You wonder if she can hear your heart beating through the walls.Â
She clears her throat, rocking back on her heels. âYou doing okay?â
Same question as last time. Same lie waiting on your tongue.
âYeah,â you say, forcing a smile. âFine.â
And for a secondâjust a secondâyou think she might call you on it. Might reach for you like she used to.
But she just nods. Tight. Careful.
âGood,â she says, too quietly.
You walk her to the door even though she doesnât need help. Even though you donât want her to leave. She hesitates at the threshold. And so do you.
But nothing happens. No apology. No confession. No miracle.Â
Just two people still too close and too far at the same time.
âText me if you need anything else,â Hyun-ju says, voice low.Â
You nod, heart splintering. âYeah. Sure.â
She hesitates like she wants to say something more. But she doesnât. She just slips out the door, leaving you standing there, holding all the things youâre still too scared to say.
Six months ago
You never meant to fight that night.
You meant to talk. To fix it. To make her see you were trying. But somehow it always ended the same way.
âI canât keep doing this,â Hyun-ju said, standing in the doorway, arms crossed so tight across her chest you could almost hear the bones creaking under the strain.
You sat on the couch, hands trembling in your lap, staring at the coffee table because looking at her hurt too much.
âItâs not that bad,â you said, voice cracking. âWe just had a rough week. Thatâs all.â
Hyun-ju laughedâsharp and broken. âA rough week? You missed your interview. You forgot about dinner with my parents. You left the gas on in the kitchen.â
You flinched. âI said I was sorry,â you whispered.
âYouâre always sorry,â she said, and her voice cracked too, despite everything. âIâm tired of having to pick up the pieces every time you forget how to live.â
You shot to your feet, chest burning. âI never asked you to do that!â
âYou didnât have to!â she snapped. âI love you, you idiot. I loved you enough to try. And you made me feel like I was holding this whole fucking relationship together by myself.â
Silence.
Just the sound of both of you breathing, ragged and uneven.
You stepped forward, desperate. âI can be better.â
She shook her head. Tears glinting in her eyes that she refused to let fall.Â
âItâs not about being better,â she said, voice small. âItâs about me not wanting to feel like Iâm drowning every time I look at you.â
You hated her for saying it. You hated yourself more for knowing it was true. You opened your mouth to argue. To plead. To promise youâd change.
But she was already grabbing her keys. Already putting on her shoes. Already walking out the door.
And youâyou just let her. Because you didnât know how to ask her to stay without hurting her even more.
Now
You donât talk about that night anymore. You donât even let yourself think about it if you can help it.
But Hyun-ju still texts sometimes.
When her car wonât start. When she locks herself out. When she needs someone at two in the morning and thereâs no one else she trusts to come without asking questions.
You still text her too.
When you burn yourself cooking and need someone to yell at you until you ice it properly. When you get a flat tire and donât know what the hell to do. When itâs late and youâre lonely and you tell yourself youâre just being practicalânot desperate.Â
Each text feels like stitching yourself back together with thread thatâs already frayed.
Temporary. Inevitable.
Neither of you ever says too much.
Never how are you unless somethingâs wrong. Never I miss you even when itâs obvious. Never Iâm sorry even though it hums under everything.
Just these small, bleeding moments of almost-love you both pretend are nothing. You know itâs stupid. You know youâre only hurting yourself.
But you also know: if she texts again, youâll answer.Â
Every time.
You pick a quiet place.
Small, tucked away. Half-lit and half-empty, the kind of restaurant where you can pretend youâre not two people who fell apart.
Hyun-juâs already there when you arriveâsitting at a booth in the back, scrolling absently on her phone.
She looks up when she hears you, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear the way she always did when she was nervous.
Only nowâyou notice itâs longer.
Falling a little messier over her shoulders. Softer somehow.Â
âYour hairâs gotten long,â you blurt without thinking as you slide into the seat across from her.
She touches it self consciously, a small smile tugging at her mouth. âYeah. Guess I got lazy about cutting it.â
âIt looks good,â you say, maybe too quickly.
Her smile deepens, a little more real. âThanks.â
She lets her eyes wander over you for a second, lingering in a way that makes your skin feel too tight.
âYou look good too,â she says, quieter. âHealthier. Happier.â
You duck your head, pretending to read the menu even though the words are blurring.
âTrying,â you mumble. And she humsâlow and thoughtful, and for a second it almost feels easy. Almost.
Dinner isâŠeasy, at first.
Small talk. Work. The weather. You both pretend this is normal.
You poke at your pasta, your foot brushing hers under the table, and it feels like it used to.
Almost.
And maybe thatâs why you say it. Maybe thatâs why you finally crack open your ribs and spill it out like itâs something worth offering.
âIâve gotten better, you know,â you say, trying to sound casual and not desperate.
Hyun-ju looks up, surprised.
You rush on before you can lose your never. âI use the planner you bought me. Every day. I donât miss appointments anymore. I even set like five alarms so Iâm not late for anything.â
You laugh awkwardly, scraping your fork across your plate. âIâmâŠIâm more responsible now,â you say, quieter. âIâm not the same.â
Hyun-juâs face softens.
She reaches across the table and squeezes your handâjust once, quick, like sheâs afraid of what it might mean if she holds on too long.
âThatâs good,â she says, voice warm. âIâm proud.â
And you smile. You smile because youâre supposed to. Because sheâs proud of you.
But deep down, it feels like someoneâs wringing the air out of your lungs. Because for one stupid, impossible second, you thought maybeâ
Maybe if you got betterâ
Maybe if you fixed all the things she hatedâ
Maybe sheâd come back.
But she just smiles across the table. Kind. Distant. Done.
Proud of you. Not in love with you.
You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat, pretending you didnât just bleed out in front of her. âYeah,â you say, voice almost steady. âYeah, itâs good.â
Neither of you says what youâre really thinking. That itâs too late. That getting better doesnât undo the past. That some bridges donât burnâthey justâŠfade.
You finish dinner. You laugh at her jokes. You hug goodbye. And when she pulls away, she doesnât linger. Not like she used to.
Back at your apartment, you stare at your plannerâthe one she gave youâopen on the kitchen counter.
Tomorrow: meetings. Grocery run. Doctorâs appointment.
Everything neatly written out. Everything structured. Everything good.
Youâve gotten better. You really have. But it doesnât matter. Sheâs still gone. And youâre still herâmad at yourself for wanting her anyway.
A few weeks later
The texts donât stop after dinner. If anything, they come more often now.
You send her pictures sometimesâsmall glimpses into your day. Your coffee in the morning. Your planner spread out across your desk, scribbled full of meetings. Your smile, shy and proud, after hitting the gym for the first time in weeks.
Hyun-ju always answers.
proud of you.
you look good. happy.Â
And itâs enough to keep you breathing. For a while.
You didnât mean to send the next text. Not really.Â
Youâre just feeling reckless one nightâbuzzed off loneliness and one too many glasses of wine.
Your skin warm. Your heart stupid.
You take a few more photos. First one, smiling at the mirror, hairy messy, t-shirt too big. Second one, slipping the t-shirt off one shoulder, baring skin you know she used to worship. Third one, lower, suggestive, soft and a little desperate even though you donât say anything.
You hit send without thinking. And immediately regret it.
She doesnât reply. Not right away. You spend an hour lying on the floor staring at your phone, heart pounding, stomach flipping.
Finally, the screen lights up. Incoming call. Hyunnie.
You answer without thinking, âHey,â you breathe.
She doesnât answer for a second. When she does, her voice is wrecked. âWe have to stop this.â
You sit up too fast, panic slicing through you. âWhat?â
âWe canât keep talking like this,â she says, a little steadier. âItâs not fair. To either of us.â
Your throat tightens. âPlease donâtââ
âI canâtâŠâ She exhales sharply, and you can hear her struggling with it. âI canât keep pretending Iâm okay. I canât keep pretending I donât want to come over there every time you send me something like that.â
Tears sting in your eyes, hot and fast. âIâll stop,â you whisper desperately. âIâll be good. Justâdonât leave.â
Silence hums across the line.
âI promised myself,â she says, voice breaking, âI promised myself Iâd take care of me this time.â
You press your fist to your mouth, trying to stay quiet, but a choked sob slips through.
And thatâs what does it. Thatâs what breaks her. âIâshit,â she mutters. âIâm coming over.â
The line goes dead.
Youâre still curled on the couch, wearing the same stupid oversized shirt, wiping tears off your cheeks with the sleeves, when you hear the knock at the door.
Soft. Three quick taps. One long one.
Hyun-ju stands thereâmessy, breathless, soaked from the light drizzle outside, looking at you like youâre the only thing in the world she ever learned how to love.
Neither of you says anything. You just launch yourself at her.
She catches you easily, arms wrapping around you so tight you can barely breatheâbut you donât care.
You press your face into her neck, inhaling the scent of rain and sweat and regret.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper against her skin.
âNo,â she says fiercely, pulling you closer. âIâm sorry.â
She presses a kiss to the top of your head. Another to your forehead. Another to your trembling mouth.
Itâs not careful. Itâs not clean. Itâs messy and hungry and wrong.
But you let her kiss you. And you kiss her back. Because neither of you ever learned how to let go properly. And maybe you never will.
Hyun-ju kisses you like sheâs drowning.
Like she thinks if she stops, sheâll realize how stupid this isâhow doomed you both areâbut she canât stop. Her hands are shaking where they grip your hips, holding you close like sheâs terrified youâll disappear.
You break apart for a second, gasping.
âThis is a bad idea,â she says, voice low, wrecked, forehead pressed against yours.
You nod, heart hammering against your ribs. âI know.â
Her fingers trail up your arms, ghost-light, hesitant. âWe shouldnât,â she breathes against your lips.
âYou can stop,â you whisper back. âIf you want.â
You feel her shudder. But she doesnât stop.Â
She leans in againâslower this timeâmouth brushing yours so lightly you could almost pretend you imagined it. Another kiss. And another. Each one a little deeper. A little more desperate.Â
Her hands move like sheâs afraid to touch you and terrified not to.
She presses you back into the couch, following you down, the weight of her body so familiar it makes your chest ache.
You arch into her, fingers threading through her damp hair, pulling her closer, and she groansâwreckedâinto your mouth.
âIâm supposed to be stronger than this,â she says, voice cracking.
âYou are,â you whisper, thumbing over her cheekbone. âYou are.â
Another kiss. Harder. Rougher.Â
Her hips slot between yours, and you gasp, feeling the heat of her, the way sheâs already trembling.
âTell me to stop,â she pleads, breathless.
You cup her face, forcing her to look at you. âI wonât,â you say softly. âI want this.â
Her eyes slam shut. Her forehead drops to your shoulder.
And then sheâs moving.
Sliding her hands under your shirt. Mapping the skin she used to know by heart. Kissing her way down your throat, across your collarbone, dragging her teeth lighty where she knows itâll make you shiver.
Clothes fall away, messy, half-forgotten on the floor.
And the whole timeâ
The whole aching timeâ
She keeps whispering, âWe shouldnât be doing this,â even as she presses deeper into you, even as her hands roam desperate and frantic over your body.
You arch against her, moaning softly, and she curses under her breath, breaking apart at the seams.
âHyun-ju,â you whisper, guiding her hand lower. âPlease.â
Itâs the please that shatters her. She sinks into you like gravity gave up, mouth finding yours again, kissing you slow and deep and broken.
When she finally pushes inside youâslow, careful, tremblingâyou both gasp at the same time. And itâs not rough. Itâs not quick. Itâs aching.Â
Like sheâs trying to memorize the shape of you. Like she knows itâs the last time sheâll get to have this.
You clutch at her, nails digging into her shoulders, pulling her closer, closer, closer.
And she gives you everything. Every broken piece. Every unfinished sentence. Every fucking thing she spent months trying to bury.
You come undone togetherâmessy, desperate, whispering each otherâs names like prayers neither of you believe in anymore.
She doesnât pull away immediately. She just rests her forehead against yours, both of you trembling, both of you too full of regret and relief and sadness to move.
âWeâre so stupid,â she whispers hoarsely.
You close your eyes, feeling tears prick. âI know,â you say. But you donât let go. And neither does she.
The room is dark now. The rain tapping against the windows is the only sound.
Youâre lying in Hyun-juâs arms, both you stripped down to nothing, skin cooling where it was just burning minutes ago.
Sheets tangled around your legs. Your head tucked into the curve of her neck. Sheâs holding you too tight, like sheâs scared youâll disappear if she lets go.
You keep your breathing slow. Even. Pretending youâre asleep. Youâre not. Youâre so awake it hurts.
You feel her shift slightly, her hand brushing gently up and down your back, so light it barely feels real.
And then you hear it. Her raw voice, low, barely a whisper into the darkness: âFuck,â she mutters. âI miss you.â
You stay perfectly still. Hyun-ju exhales shakily, pressing her nose into your hair.
âThese past six monthsâŠtheyâve been hell.â
Her fingers tighten on your hip, grounding herself. Or maybe holding herself back.
âI tried,â she breathes. âI tried seeing other people. I tried moving on.â
Another shaky breath. âBut fuckâŠyouâre always on my mind.â
You close your eyes tighter, tears pricking at the corners. âIâm so stupid,â she whispers. âWe canât do this. I canât hurt myself again.â
Her voice cracks on the last word. âI canât hurt you again.â
You want to turn around. You want to tell her youâre awake. You want to tell her you donât careâthat youâd let her break you a hundred times if it meant feeling like this for even one more second.
But you stay still. Frozen in place between what you want and what you know you canât have. Hyun-ju presses a soft, broken kiss into your hair.
And then, quieter than before, âI love you.â
Itâs not loud. Itâs not for you to hear. But you hear it anyway. And it shatters you.
You wake up first. For a few minutes, you just lie thereâwatching the way Hyun-juâs chest rises and falls, the way her hands curl instinctively against your hip like sheâs still holding onto you in her sleep.
You wonder if she dreams about you. Or if youâre just another bad habit she canât kick.
When she stirs, blinking awake slowly, the first thing she does is pull you closer, pressing her forehead to your shoulder.
Neither of you says anything.
The air is thick. Too heavy with everything you canât take back.
Eventually, she pulls away, sitting up slowly, rubbing her face with her hands like sheâs trying to scrub away the night. You sit too.Â
Both of you fully dressed now, standing awkwardly near the door, pretending this isnât the worst thing youâve ever done.
Hyun-ju grabs her jacket. Hesitates.
You reach for the doorknob but donât turn it.
You glance at herâat the way her jaw clenches, the way her hands twitch at her sides like she wants to reach for you but knows she shouldnât.
It would be so easy. One more kiss. One more excuse.
But she steps back. Gives you space. And somehow, that hurts worse than anything else.
âIâll see you around,â she says softly.
You nod. âYeah.â
She leaves without looking back. You close the door behind her and lean against it, pressing your forehead to the cool wood, trying not to cry.
A few days later you text her.
Once. Twice. Three times.
Nothing serious. Just hey and how are you and you left your jacket here.
Left on read. Every time. You tell yourself to stop.Â
You donât. You just keep staring at your phone like if you hope hard enough, maybe itâll light up. Maybe sheâll come back. Maybe this time itâll be different.
Four days later. Almost a week. Finally.
Hyunnie: can we meet up
Your heart stutters. You donât even think, you just reply. Where?
Hyunnie: my place
You knock once. The door swings open almost immediately.
Sheâs standing there, hair messy, eyes dark, wearing that same oversized hoodie you always loved. For a second, neither of you moves.
Then sheâs pulling you inside, slamming the door shut behind you, kissing you like sheâs been starving without you.
The clothes fall away faster this time. Itâs rougher. Less careful. More desperate.
Hands grabbing, mouths bruising, bodies colliding like youâre both trying to tear something out of yourselves.
You lose yourself in herâthe way she gasps when you bite her lip. The way her hands tremble when she pushes inside you. The way she says your name like itâs the only thing tethering her to earth.
You come undone together again, messier this time, more broken.
But when youâre lying tangled in her sheets afterward, skin still buzzing, you canât stay quiet anymore.
You trace slow circles into her arm, your voice barely above a whisper, âIf you justâŠif you just want sexâŠâ you trail off, swallowing hard. âIâm fine with that. I justâŠI just want to know you. Even if itâs only like this.â
Hyun-ju stiffens under your touch. You keep goingâbecause you have to.
âIâll take whatever you can give,â you say, blinking back tears âEven if itâs justâŠbeing your hookup.â
The silence after that is deafening. You can feel her breathing changeâsharp and uneven. She pulls away slightly, just enough to see your face. Her own face crumplesâlike sheâs breaking in front of you. âIâm sorry,â she whispers, voice wrecked. âI never wanted to make you feel like that.â
You shake your head, trying to smile. Trying to make it easier for her. âItâs fine,â you lie. âReally. I justâŠI donât want to lose you.â
Hyun-ju cups your face in her hands, pressing her forehead to yours. âYou were never just sex to me,â she said with a shaky voice. âNever.â
But she doesnât promise anything more. And you donât ask her to. Because you already know how this ends. And youâre still choosing her anyway.
You try to stay. You really do.
You lie still in Hyun-juâs bed, your face tucked against her bare shoulder, breathing in the warmth of her skin like you can memorize it. Like you can make it last.
But you can't.
You can feel itâthe ache growing heavier by the second. The way her arm around your waist isnât tight enough. The way she shifts in her sleep, turning slightly away from you. The way everything between you feels unfinished and unsaid and already slipping away.
You stare at the ceiling for a long time. The digital clock on her nightstand glows red.Â
3:17 AM.
You peel the blanket back slowly, careful not to wake her. You sit up, pulling your shirt over your head, slipping your jeans back on with shaking hands.
You glance back once. Sheâs still sleeping. Peaceful. Beautiful. So far away.
You want to crawl back into bed. You want to stay. You want to believe that this time will be different. But it wonât be. You know that now.
So you slip out the door. You donât leave a note. You donât send a text. You just walk down the empty hallway, out into the cold, and let the night swallow you whole.
You curl up on your couch, pulling your knees to your chest, burying your face in your hands.
And you cry.
Not the pretty, cinematic kind of crying. The ugly, gasping kindâthe kind that shakes your whole body and leaves you feeling hollow afterward.
You cry because you love her. You cry because she loves you too, but not enough. You cry because some part of you still thinks if you were just better, different, more, sheâd stay.
But you know the truth. You could become everything she ever wanted. And it still wouldnât be enough to erase the cracks that already splintered you both apart.
You fall asleep on the couch, tear stained and shivering, clutching your phone like it might save you. It doesnât buzz. She doesnât call. And you donât know if that makes it better or worse.
Itâs been three days since you left her bed in the middle of the night. You havenât texted. Youâre halfway through convincing yourself sheâs moved onâagainâwhen your phone buzzes.
Hyunnie: dinner tomorrow night? 7pm. i made a reservation. wear something nice.
Your stomach flips so hard it makes you dizzy. You typed out a hundred different replies. You settle on one word. Ok.
The place is beautiful. Dim lighting. Crisp white tablecloths. Waiters in black ties gliding between tables like something out of a dream.
You set out of the taxi feeling underdressed even in your nicest dress. Your hands shake a little as you walk through the doors.
And there she is.
Hyun-juâwaiting just inside. Hair sleek, dark red dress perfectly fitted, holding a small bouquet of white roses.Â
When she sees you, she smilesâwide, real, shyâthe kind of smile that used to be just for you.
Your breath catches. She steps forward, offering you the flowers without a word. You take them, fingers brushing hers.
âHi,â you mumble.
âHi,â she says back, softer.
And somehow, the world tilts back into place.
She pulls your chair out for you like a gentleman, brushing her hand along your waist as you sit. Youâre too stunned to say anything.
She orders a bottle of wineâsomething expensive, judging by the look the waiter gives herâand glances at you across the table like sheâs memorizing your face.
You donât ask why. You just let it happen.
The food is perfect. The wine is better. The conversation is easy in a way you forgot it could be.
She tells you about her work. You tell her about your little wins latelyâshowing up, staying steady, building a life piece by piece.
She listens like every word you say matters.
When the dessert comesâsome fancy chocolate cake with fresh berriesâshe doesnât even ask. She just grabs two spoons and slides one across the table to you, smiling that soft, crooked smile that makes your heart hurt.
You laugh under your breath and dig in, bumping her foot under the table accidentallyâand not moving it away. Neither does she.
The check comes. She waves it away without looking. The waiter retreats, and for a long second, itâs just you and her, the candles between you flickering.
Hyun-ju clears her throat. âIâve been thinking,â she says, voice rough, like the words are stuck in her chest. âAbout us.â
You hold your breath.Â
âI miss you. Not just theâŠeasy parts. I miss everything.â You blink, hands tightening around your napkin.
âI thought I had to let you go,â she says quietly. âI thoughtâŠthat was the right thing. For both of us.â
A pause. A breath.
Her eyes lock on yours.
âBut I donât want to live the rest of my life wondering if we could've gotten it right.â
Your heart slams so hard you feel it in your fingertips.
âI want to try again,â her voice is steady now. âI want us.â
The room blurs at the edges. Youâre not sure if youâre breathing. But your voice is calm when you answer in a whisper, âYeah. I want us too.â
And when she reaches across the table to lace her fingers through yoursâthis time, you donât hesitate.
You hold on. Tight. Like youâll never let go again.
The night air is cool when you step outside the restaurant. The streetlights buzz softly overhead, the city humming around youâbut it feels like youâre moving through a world made just for the two of you.
Hyun-ju slips her hand into yours without asking. You squeeze her fingers, and she squeezes back.
You walk slowly, no destination in mind, just soaking it all inâthe warmth of her hand, the quiet rhythm of her footsteps next to yours.
It feels fragile. It feels real.
You pass a little park, empty this late at night. The fountain glitters under the streetlamps, tossing little shards of silver across the pavement.
Hyun-ju tugs you toward it, grinning shyly. You let her.
At the edge of the fountain, she stops, turning to face you, her free hand brushing a loose strand of hair from your face.
âYouâre beautiful,â she says quietly.
You flush, ducking your head. âYouâre just saying that because you fed me three courses of fancy food.â
She laughs, a real laugh, the sound curling around your heart. âIâm saying it because itâs true.â
You meet her eyesâsteady, calm. For a moment, neither of you moves. And then she leans in.
Not rushed. Not desperate. Just soft.
Her lips brush yoursâgentle, slow, careful like sheâs relearning you piece by piece. You kiss her back, arms sliding around her neck, pulling her closer until thereâs no space left between you.
When you finally pull away, she presses her forehead to yours, breathing you in.
âIâm not perfect,â she whispers. âIâm gonna fuck up sometimes.â
You smile, thumb stroking her jaw. âMe too.â
âBut Iâm staying this time,â she says, voice shaking a little. âIâm staying.â
You nod, tears pricking at your eyes, but you laugh through it. âGood,â you whisper. âBecause I'm not letting you go again.â
Hyun-ju kisses you againâlonger this timeâand you let the city blur around you, let the world fall away.
Because for the first time in a long time, it feels like the two of you are finally standing still. Finally choosing each other. Not because youâre scared. But because youâre ready. Together. This time for real.
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Oops⊠Wrong Number- Part 2
Jensen Ackles x Reader
Summary: Who knew texting the wrong number could be so much fun !
Warnings: Fluffy Jensen, drinking, sexual build up slightly
Authors Note: I love Jensen and his family. This is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Short but sweet!
Catch up here.
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âIâm sorry, you accidentally text who?!â
It had been a solid week since you mistakenly saved your best friends number wrong in your phone. Later that night you had Facebook messaged her asking for it again. After talking with her and Jensen for a week straight you made the decision to go visit Texas.
Not like you had a reason to stay in a city where you know barely anyone. Youâre a writer, you can do your job anywhere which is nice.
Change of scenery might be everything you need.
So here you sit, on her back porch sharing a beer and catching up with her. Just like old times. She has always been your person, the one you call when things are good or when they are completely falling apart. Y/f/n has always been supportive, but it doesn't come without her own opinions and thoughts being laced into it.
You're an adult and she respects that, I am however famous for making dumbass choices in life... especially my love life.
âCaught me completely off guard. Out of all the numbers, his was the one I typed in instead of yours.â Shaking your head, you still donât believe it. Youâve never been close to that lucky before.
What she doesn't know is that you are still talking to Jensen. While you want to do nothing more than brag about talking to your celebrity crush or tell her how he can always make you smile or laugh when you want to cry, you neither want to lose his trust and you don't think she would approve of the age difference in anyway.
You've kind of been the girl who goes for the older men. They haven't worked out obviously, Jensen happens to be the oldest man you've ever showed interest in. Though until a week ago you never did think you'd get the chance to meet him, let alone text him, yet here you are.
Man my life is fucking weird.
She goes back inside mumbling to herself about how she needs some of my luck. You softly chuckle staring out into the big beautiful Texan sky.
Ding.
Jensen: Did you land safely sweetheart?
Naturally the smile spreads across your face as you read his message. It's cute that he checks in on you. You are a no body in his world, literally a woman who accidently text him one night. Somehow, and you aren't sure how, you both have gotten comfortable exchanging messages daily and just talking about everyday life.
Jensen has slowly borrowed his way into your heart. You wouldn't even say it was in a romantic way. Would you love a chance to have this beautiful man take you out and sweep you off your feet, well duh! Who the hell wouldn't. It goes deeper than that though. He has become a good friend. Someone who you want to talk to and tell the most boring daily details.
There isn't many people in my life that I feel that strongely towards.
Me: I did. Enjoying a beer on her back deck absorbing what Austin has to offer.
Jensen: Seriously? Austin?
Me: Yeah I know right. This getting creepy for you yet?
Jensen: Haha no it hasn't Darling. I'm actually kind of excitied about it.
Me: Oh really? Do tell please.
Jensen: Oh I don't know I have this beautiful woman who I enjoy talking to visiting the wonderful city I live in and I happen to be home for the summer. I don't know about you but this sounds like an opportunity ;)
Me: She sounds pretty amazing, you're pretty lucky!
Jensen: Smartass
Your friend comes back out with a fresh beer for you both, sitting down beside you again. Neither of you speak, enjoying the silence and beauty in front of you.
Me: Yes I am! Stick around, it gets worse honey.
Jensen: I like it. So what are you ladies going to do tonight?
Me: Nothing special. Staying in, she has to work tomorrow. I'll be on my own adventuring I guess.
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The night went on, you watched the sun set over the hills behind her house. Eventually she wondered to bed after a night of laughs, smiles, and hearing how her first week has been with work and living in a new state.
Between her and Jensen, the urge to move to this amazing place is getting worse by the minute.
Jensen: So you are all alone now?
Me: Kind of, she's in bed for the night. I am still running on the high of being here. Once upon a time I wanted to live here... still kind of do.
Jensen: Why didn't you?
Me: Life got in the way and took me in a different direction at the time.
Jensen: That ex who left you for his best friend?
Me: Life's a bitch I guess.
Jensen: Nah sweetheart, life is wonderful and full of surprises and adventures, look at you and I. That was nothing short of both a surprise and an adventure. Your ex boyfriend is a bitch.
Me: Won't hear me agrue that point. Can I ask something that might freak you out?
Jensen: Sure... I'm scared.
You take a huge sip of your beer before you ask your question. Liqour courage for the win.
Me: There is like a 12 year age difference between you and I.
Jensen: That's more of a statement than a question darling.
Me: Now who's the smartass?
Jensen: Guilty! Stick around sweetheart, I get better ;)
Shaking your head as you read the words you voiced to him already. Those three dots appear again.
Jensen: To answer what I'm guessing is your question, no I don't have a problem with it. I enjoy your company and considering you are still texting my old ass I'm guessing you enjoy mine. In the end that's all that matters.
Me: Oh did I forget to tell you, your mom is paying me to be your friend Jay ;)
Jensen: Keep it up and I'll have find other ways to occupy that mouth sweetheart.
Me: Haha bring it on old man.
Jensen: Brat.
Me: Me? No.
Jensen: Jesus christ woman. Does it bother you?
Me: Being a brat, no I like it alot actually ;)
Jensen: I'm warning you!
Me: Gotta find me first handsome hehe.
Me: No, it doesn't bother me. You're my type actually.
Jensen: Oh?
Me: Green eyes, tall, texan, southern drawl, can act, can sing, plays guitar, and legs meant to be wrapped around a horse... yeah definitely my type.
Jensen: And the age thing?
Me: Is perfect. I'm off to bed though honey. Talk tomorrow?
Jensen: Of course! Good night sweetheart.
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ani would most definitely come back from a mission or smth to find you in your own little world, happy to squat down in front of you and go 'who's your daddy?' MEOW -đ




you try to contain your excitement when he comes home from a mission, remain calm and poised when you hear the wooshing of your apartment door open. itâs part of your routine, almost like a game â you act like you donât know heâs home so he can surprise you. you remain on the large loveseat in your home, biting your cheek to stop from grinning as you hear him approach, continuing to brush the fur of the coat in your lap as you were before he arrived. ê°ê§ Ë đ± Ë ê±àŸàœČ
soon two large hands are placed over your eyes, a stark difference to the feel in either one of them despite being covered by the same type of glove.
âguess who.â comes the velvety voice, followed by the familiar smell of charring and war and him.
you donât say anything, because the game is over and all of a sudden you feel quite emotional. he was home again. you feel tears prick behind your eyes as you grin, hands lifting to touch his, as if checking heâs really real. when you donât respond, he drops his hands to your shoulders, effortlessly leaning over the couch-back to crane round to your profile, dropping a kiss to your jaw bone and staring at you.
âwell, arenât you happy?â he teases and you launch into actionâ spinning round and standing on your knees to throw your arms around his neck. he laughs heartily, easily standing up straight and lifting you off the chair all together as you hang from his body, hands rubbing at your lower back.
âyou were gone for so long.â you whisper, afraid to even look at him â like he might disappear if you do.
âyes, those pesky separatists.â he smirks against you before gracefully placing you on your feet. you continue to clutch his robe like he was your lifeline, just blinking up at him tearfully. âhave you been taking care of yourself my love?â his voice is even softer this time, flesh hand coming up to graze a thumb over your cheek. your lashes flutter at the feeling. taking care of yourself. it didnât feel rightâ you think on the weeks youâd gone without him, how they all mushed into a blur. had you been taking care of yourself? probably not. on top of anakins one million responsibilities, that was his job too.
youâre honest, because heâd know if you lie anyway. shrugging bashfully, you then pause and guiltily shake your head. anakin sighs out his nose, tilting his head.
âand why not?â he hums disappointedly but really meaning nothing by it. your brows pinch, brain already melting under his touch and you suck in a breath to try and gather a response.
âi missed you.â
anakin smiles, leaning down to bring his lips to yours. he pulls away from the kiss slightly after a moment, lips remaining grazing over your own trembling ones. âmissed me or missed me taking care of you? hm?â he prompts and your legs nearly give out.
ââŠboth?â you squeak and he chuckles, strong hands pulling you in by your back and supporting your weakening body.
âyou sure know who daddy is, donât you my love?â he whispers and you nearly choke on your shuddering gasp, nodding. he tilts his head in amusement, hand lifting to drag a finger down your cheek. âwho? go on, tell me.â
âyou. youâre my daddy.â
âyes, iâd hope so.â he croons, pressing his lips to yours and lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist in one swift movement. you were happy to have him back.




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Day Nineteen - Connor Group 1/2
Waken up everyone! Time for another day in the villa. And not just any day, the final day as a group before we have the whole cast challenge, final dates, and the first commencement ceremony (elimination sounds harsh when I love them). As normal coins were flipped for if teeth were brushed and wheels were spun for which type of shower contestants would have.
Room orders were randomised as some are closer to the dining room than others, but after showers breakfast was served! After being instructed to eat full autonomy took control of our group members and Deanna. Room doors were locked (you know what sims are like with computers) and Deanna complimented each sim in the order they sat down to eat to prompt conversation.
We must address the elephant in the room, Isla is incredibly tense! Why? She had a weird dream. A really weird dream. A dream so bizarre she can't even put in into words. But you best believe everyone is getting an earful about it. In tandem with her friend Isabella also seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, angry and scowly except for when she is being complimented.
Nyami and Berenice don't really understand why everyone is so sour today, and they try lighten the mood with some jokes. Kaye is the only one who laughs though, Deanna just looks horrified as Isla shouts forbidden words. Doesn't anyone understand? It was a REALLY weird dream! Dee just takes notes, perhaps trying to keep her own hot headedness in check.
Rather than leaving the villa the contestants head to the top floor where chairs have been set out in an odd configuration. Today Deanna and Devin are joined by their little sister Artemisia (Emisia to family, Emi to friends).
Devin:Â Since this show was brought to life around the idea of family having a say in challenges, we let Emisia choose one
Emi:Â *evil grin* Today you will be taking part in... a staring contest. First to blink loses. You will go in pairs, I will join the three winners for a semi final and then the last two standing will battle it out. Up for grabs, not that you should want it, is a solo date with Deanna. I say up for grabs because if I win overall no date for any of you! To bad? So sad. What are we waiting for?
Deanna: *sighs*
First match: Isla vs Dee
Isla: A... staring contest? A little strange if you ask me but... maybe Deanna is measuring our silliness?
Dee: ...are you kidding? Well, I'm here to win, bring it on
Winner: Dee
Second match: Berenice vs Kaye
Berenice:Â *excited* Ooooh
Kaye: Seems a bit . . . OK it's weird but I'll do whatever it takes to win that date
Winner: Berenice
Third match: Isabella vs Nyami
Isabella:Â Oh my, I might need to get prettied up...
Nyami: I have four siblings and had plenty of stareoffs with those goodballs... I am prepared
Winner: Nyami
In the semi-finals it's Dee vs Berenice and Nyami vs Artemisia. Emisia does her best to look threatening but Nyami doesn't flinch. Victories for Berenice and Nyami.
Final battle, Nyami vs Berenice. Friend against friend. Cringe against cringe. Blonde against black. Just after the battle starts, tragedy, a sneeze! The winner is⊠Berenice
Isla:Â Me and my brothers did a lot of staring contests, but I guess it has been a while since we're all grown up now... I've gotten rusty!
Isabella: I never thought I would win that anyway... But there's still more chances this round
Kaye:Â Are you two seeing double from the eye strain?
Isla: Don't you mean four of us
Kaye:Â *laughs* She's got jokes
Isabella: This did not help my mood
Dee: Can I try again? I think I could do better. Not to be a sore loser!
Artemisia:Â Didn't you rage quit the last challenge?
Dee:Â How is that your business?
Artemisia: The whole world will be my business one day
Dee: Right... so definitely no do-overs?
Nyami:Â Sure I didn't win but I think I did pretty good! Sneezes are random. I'm glad Bernie got a chance, the next challenge will be mine hopefully
Berenice: And that is the importance of eye drops during allergy season! I was actually wanting Nyami or Dee to take the next one but then, that is⊠also the importance of anti-histamines during allergy season, I guess
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Berenice is rather good at staring. In fact, she's often told that she blinks far too little for a ânormalâ person. While she wasnât expecting to win this date, it seems that sheâs gradually warming to the idea of getting away from the villa and being around less people.
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Blood Sugar Virus (29)
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Genre: Horror, zombies, strangers to lovers, angst, suspense, slow burn Pairing: Kang Yeosang x female!reader Warnings: based on the Wanteez Zombie episode, zombies, language, discussion of parasites, gore, angst, heavy topics, suggestive content
Story Summary: You (stage name Sugar) are the co-captain of a horror acting group. You and your guys are the ones the companies hire when they want to stage a zombie, ghost, or any vaguely horrific and dystopian episode. So when you get hired by Ateez to develop a zombie program, it's just another routine that you've done a million times. Everything's going exactly according to script--until suddenly it isn't, and it starts getting a little too real.
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Namjoon sits next to Jimin on the couch, reaching out a hand to pat his arm companionably. âStill hanging on, Chim?â
The younger man sports an easy grin, and even you can see the color returning to his cheeks. âMy leg feels like itâs been put through a wood chipper, but the burn in my chest is finally starting to fade.â
Namjoon looks at you. âHow did you come up with hitting him with a defibrillator?â He glances to the very same AED machine, which you had left near the axes.
You frown, still too concerned about the pain you caused and the potential harm you caused Jimin to be overly comfortable with your idea yet. âI donât know. I just saw the AED and all I could think about was the bug zapper in the hallway of my apartment. I thought maybe sending a shock through his body might kill the parasites in him.â
âAnd it worked, right? I mean that was like an hour ago.â Hongjoong is still sitting with his back against the couch, his head near Jiminâs shoulder.
âIâm not a zombie.â Jimin says brightly. âIâd say it worked.â
âHave you looked at your leg?â Namjoon asks. âTo see if the parasites made it farther after the shock? I donât want to suggest that maybe you knocked them unconscious or something, but what if?â
Youâre too amused by the thought to be worried about it. âI donât think you can knock a parasite unconscious.â
âNonetheless, anybody who wants to take my pants off is welcome to check.â Jimin winks at Namjoon. âYou sure youâre not just looking for an excuse?â
Your co-captain rolls his eyes and slaps the manâs good hip. âShut the hell up and roll over.â
Jimin shrugs and rolls onto his good side, which puts his posterior on the side of the room where youâre all sitting.
âWhile Iâm sure weâre all excited by the prospect of earning a peep show in the middle of the worst night of our lives, if every one of you assholes doesnât turn around Iâm serving fat lips for dinner.â RosĂ© proclaims, reaching over her head to grab Mingiâs face in both hands and turn it towards the wall.
âIâve already seen it anyway.â You quip, but you scoot yourself around with the rest of Ateez to face the other direction while Namjoon pulls at the waistband of Jiminâs high school costume.
âOoo, youâve seen it already?â Of course itâs Wooyoung.
When you glance toward him, you see a comical contrast between his teasing expression and Yeosangâs disturbed frown. The latter shoots you a side eye that has you giggling with evil intensity.
âHey Jimin, remember when that dog bit you in the ass that time we were on a lunch run?â You call over your shoulder.
âDonât fucking remind me.â His voice is muffled by the couch cushions.
You turn your grin back to the guys. âThis crazy little purse dog jumped down from someoneâs table outside this sandwich shop that we were getting everyoneâs lunch orders from and fully latched onto Jiminâs butt. Ya boy was freaking out, like, ants-in-his-pants freaking, and he dragged me into the menâs restroom and dropped his pants without warning so I could make sure he didnât get rabies or some shit.â
San nearly falls over, laughing so hard. âOh my god.â
âDog bites are serious!â Jimin whines.
âYeah so is sexual harassment.â You fire back. âI could have had you blacklisted.â
âHe was crying too hard for it to be sexual harassment.â Namjoon argues simply. âThough we did make him buy Sugarâs lunches for the next two weeks.â Thereâs the sound of rustling fabric. âAlright, Jimin, happy to report that your annoyingly perfect ass is intact. Looks like the fuckers didnât make it past your upper thigh, but your leg is pretty bad.â
âYeah no shit.â Jimin grumbles. âAnd the bite hurt. You guys would have been crying too.â
âI donât cry.â Jongho returns flatly.
âYou guys can turn back around.â Namjoon says, and your group returns to sitting in the circle around the snacks.
For the next few minutes, the room continues to fill with chatter as Namjoon, Seonghwa, and Jongho rest and refuel after their trip up to the third floor.
âSo now that we know the AED works, we at least have a defense against getting infested.â Namjoon nods to you, offering props for thinking to grab the device and bring it back with you. âWe should have grabbed the ones from all three floors, but itâs better than nothing.â
Or maybe not props so much as a subtle jab that you should have brought it up when you first split off for the axes.
Dammit.
âI have a taser in my purse.â RosĂ© offers softly.
âHell yeah.â San grins at her as Mingiâs eyes go wide with delight.
âBest damn thing Iâve heard all day.â He says, squeezing RosĂ© proudly. âFuck yeah, you have a taser in your purse.â
Yunho turns to you. âDo you have a taser in your purse?â
You shake your head. âIt didnât fit with my gun in there.â
Wooyoungâs and Sanâs jaws both drop at the same time. âYou have a gun in your purse?â
Yeosang has already identified the sarcasm in your voice by the time you level them both with a dry stare. âSheâs kidding, you numb nuts.â
âItâs South Korea, of course I donât have a fucking gun in my purse.â
While they groan in disappointment at the lost opportunity to turn this night into a zombie shooting video game, Yeosang turns to you. âBut you have a taser, right?â
You give him a sheepish smile thatâs more of an ugly grimace. âI kept meaning to get one. But I never had time, and theyâre so expensive!â
âI offered to buy you one.â Jimin refutes. âYou just kept pushing it off.â
You shrug. âIâve never needed it.â
Yeosangâs eyes are saucers. âWhat do you mean youâve never needed it?â
âThe taser conversation didnât happen until after that incident. And what am I supposed to do, just carry it everywhere? Stuff it under my costumes?â
âIdeally, yes.â He returns, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âAfter this, weâre getting you a taser.â
âSure thing.â You bluff, not at all willing to fight the âafter thisâ statement right now. âBut some of my costumes donât have enough fabric to conceal it.â
He just stares at you.
âIâm kidding.â
âDamn, I was gonna re-up our contract.â Wooyoung mutters. When San slaps him upside the head, he backtracks immediately. âI was also kidding! Jesus, it was a joke.â
âItâs okay, theyâre our more popular programs.â RosĂ© says, happily adding fuel to the fire. âAnd besides, your siren costume has that strappy leg thing, we could just make it cyberpunk or something.â
Yeosang looks physically pained. âIs that another joke?â
She just snickers at him, and you donât say anything, just watching him struggle to get his face under control. You canât tell if heâs trying not to imagine the costume or if heâs disturbed by your more racy program options, but you let him figure that out on his own.
You do have a number of more scant costumes for certain jobs, but theyâre all paired with your scariest storylines to make up for the sensuality suggested by your wardrobe department.
âI donât really know what to believe right now, but I just want to say that your job scares me.â San says seriously. âLike, before this zombie stuff actually started, our program was awesome. It was intense and frightening and really cool, but to hear about some of your experiences?â He shakes his head and looks down at his hands. âI would be scared to do what you do with some of the clients that youâve had. And now, knowing you, knowing the risks, Iâd be so worried about you guys every time you go to do a job.â
âThatâs why we do the program prep with clients now.â You tell him reassuringly. âIt helps you get to know us and immerse yourself better when the program starts, but it also gives us a chance to get a feel for you. Weâve been able to catch some odd vibes and cancel contracts with some clients because of it.â
He looks relieved, but still concerned. âIâm still gonna be worried. Some of us could come with you, you know? Hang out outside while you work, so we can be nearby if you need us.â
His care for your team after only a week and one hellish experience is endearing and incredibly heartwarming.
âThatâs a good thought, San, but we wonât have programs after this.â Namjoon says carefully. He bears the weight of everyoneâs saddened looks with quiet anguish. âOur team is gone. If we survive this, itâs done. Itâs over.â
âDonât say that.â RosĂ© pleads. âHonestly, Joon, why did you have to say that? Why couldnât you just let us have a few good moments?â
He turns to her, eyes tracing the sorrow on her face before examining every inch of Mingiâs body pressed against hers. His jaw tightens. âOur friends are gone.â He says again. âMy best friend took a chunk out of Sugarâs shoulder. I canât just pretend this isnât happening, and I canât pretend things are just gonna go back to normal after this.â
Her eyes harden bitterly. âNobodyâs pretending anything.â
âGuys.â Jimin coughs weakly, a deep frown signaling his obvious discomfort with the argument. âWeâre just talking.â
âYeah, I didnât mean toââ San starts, but you cut him off.
âYou didnât. Itâs okay. We thought about hiring extra security, but our company didnât have the budget for it.â And you couldnât afford to cover it.
âThey had the funds.â Namjoon mutters, backing off from RosĂ©. âThey just didnât have the fucks to give.â
Hongjoong pulls one foot up to rest his elbow on his knee. âWell, in the spirit of saying fuck you to your company, if you guys ever decide to go back into the business, in any capacity, Iâll get you some security.â
RosĂ© smiles at him. âWe canât let you do that, but itâs so sweet of you to offer.â
âOh I wasnât offering.â He informs her.
Youâre smiling at the exchange. You donât throw in your own two cents, because it doesnât involve you, but youâre grateful to hear his protective support all the same.
âYou donât have to foot any bills for us just because weâre trying to get you out of this mess.â Namjoon adds, but he nods appreciatively.
âItâs not a thank you. Donât get me wrong, weâre all indebted to you guys for risking your asses for us, especially Sugarââ
âLeave my ass out of this.â You quip, and Yeosang snorts into his own water bottle.
ââAlright, respective asses notwithstanding, Iâll be hiring a security company because weâre all friends now and Iâll be damned if Iâm letting any of you worry about asshole clients anymore.â Hongjoong finishes, shooting you a playful sneer. âYou guys should have had security from the start.â
âHell yeah,â Seonghwa agrees. âWe could start a company for security guards to get trained for stunts and acting and shit. We could make it so you donât even have to leave them out in the parking lot, because our van crews werenât exactly effective as oversight.â
âHyung, thatâs fucking brilliant.â Sam exclaims. âDude, weâre so starting a company. Look at usâentrepreneurs.â
âAnd this is how Ateez takes over the world, by starting a private military of armed actors.â You remark, grinning when he points at you like youâve inspired him.
âIâm so in.â Wooyoung agrees. âItâs gonna be badass.â
âI think itâs a great idea.â Jimin says. âWe could take real fight training now.â
Namjoon lets them continue to brainstorm for a few minutes, and then crunches his soda can and throws it into the trash pile. âAlright, back to work.â He stands and unfolds the floor plan again. âWeâre gonna hit the barricade at the southeast corner, in these two classrooms and the bottom of the corner stairwell. Everybodyâs coming this time, so we need someone to help with Jimin. Iâve got one of the axes, who else wants the other two?â
âSan and Yeo are the strongest, but Mingi and I can step in if we need to take turns.â Yunho says.
âMe too, Iâve got you, hyung.â Hongjoong says to your co-captain.
Namjoon is momentarily stunned by the honorific, biting his cheek to stop a flattered smile. âAlright, sounds good. I also want people with free hands to watch out for each of us with axes. Zombie watch and also keeping an eye out for signs of fatigue so someone else can step in and start chopping. Sugar, Seonghwa, RosĂ©, I like you for the job.â
You hook a thumb at Yeosang. âHeâs mine.â
His head snaps to you, eyes wide, cheeks reddening as he gives a flustered chortle.
You hear your words then, also hearing the hoots of teasing laughter from the others as you drop your head to your chest and groan. âI meant Iâll take Yeo. Dammit, shut up Wooyoung, I meant Iâll keep an eye on Yeosang. God dammit. Shut up, Yunho.â Youâve sunk yourself. Damn your tired brain.
Yeosang is grinning. âAlright, Iâm hers. Whoâs my second?â
You and Namjoon facepalm simultaneously.
âOh Iâm definitely sticking around for this.â Yunho volunteers. âIâll step in for you, Yeo.â He winks at you.
âKill me now.â You grumble into your hands.
âMaybe later.â Yeosang quiets you with a satisfied little smirk that makes you want to throttle him.
âOkay, pivoting from that weirdness, I volunteer to watch Sanâs muscles for signs of fatigue. Iâll watch âem like a hawk.â RosĂ© promises.
âOh hell no.â Mingi grumbles as RosĂ© cackles. âIâm Sanâs second.â
No room for argument, not like there were any other options.
Namjoon groans. âOh my god, Iâm surrounded by horny teenagers. Seonghwa, that leaves you with me. You fine with that or do you have a crush on one of the muscle boys too?â
âNo, Iâm good.â Seonghwaâs laughing, giggling with Hongjoong at the matching blushes on San, Mingi, and Yeosangâs faces.
âWooyoung, can you be on Jimin duty?â Namjoon questions.
âWhy am I a duty?â
âBecause youâre a three legged dog and youâre gonna let Wooyoung carry you.â
Wooyoung, meanwhile, seems pleased by the appointment. He salutes Namjoon. âIâve got him, hyung.â
Namjoon fights another tiny smile. âI want you guys with Sugarâs team. Sheâs stronger than RosĂ©, and she doesnât complain about how much Jimin smells.â
âHey!â RosĂ©.
âFuck you, I smell like roses.â Jimin.
âJongho, youâre our overwatch/backup. Our teams will be working in different rooms, so I want you moving between the three of us as a line of communication.â
âHappy to warm the bench, hyung.â
Honorary big brother Namjoon looks suddenly overwhelmed by the abrupt cohesion of the remainder of your team and the entirety of Ateez. âAlright. Good. Letâs get going.â
Jiminâs grunting, struggling to push himself up. âFuck, I canât get off this couch.â
Wooyoung instantly jumps to his feet, hurrying to assist. âI can get you off.â
âIâm sure you can, darling, but our friends are still here.â Jimin returns without a secondâs hesitation.
The room erupts again and Namjoon rolls his eyes to the ceiling. âGod help me.â
The troops are readying for battle. San lands a few practice swings into the big desk, making Rosé shriek with surprise as wood chips fly at her. Mingi shields her with the breadth of his body and glares at San, who keeps practicing.
Namjoon is consulting with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, softly going over plans that you canât hear about facing the military on the other side of the barricade.
Wooyoung has Jimin braced against his hip, standing with you as you watch Yeosang shrug off his dirty white button down and stretch his arms in preparation.
When heâs just in a tight undershirt, you are not at all prepared to see the obvious evidence of Wooyoungâs earlier claim about him being a gym junkie. âI am no longer thinking professional thoughts.â
Wooyoung cackles and almost falls into you, laughing so hard as Yeosang gapes at you.
âOh my god.â You just fucking said that out loud. âOh fuck me.â If you could just go ahead and use RosĂ©âs taser on your own brain, youâd solve so many issues.
âOo, meâI volunteer!â Wooyoung chortles at you, barely managing to hold Jimin up when Yeosang scowls at him.
âI think thatâs a bad idea, bud.â Jimin grumbles, face already pale at the stress on his leg.
âDo not make me axe my own head off right now.â You mumble, turning away from your stupidly self-appointed team and hiding your face in the corner. You think you hear Yeosangâs soft laughter behind you, but itâs entirely drowned out by Wooyoung continuing to mock you for completely losing your brain to mouth filter.
You cannot get yourself eaten by a zombie soon enough.
Anything is better than this.
âWould you idiots keep it in your pants and strategize or something? There are fucking zombies out there.â Namjoon shouts over the din.
The noise lessens immediately, the members of your team finally settling back into the situation youâre about to face.
âWoo, can you help me adjust my weight? I feel like my leg is going to fall off.â Jimin mumbles, and you turn back to them in time to see Wooyoungâs expression shift into solemn focus, hurrying to lean Jimin against the splintered remains of the desk.
âWhy donât you get on the side of his bad leg,â you suggest, moving over to help.
Wooyoung follows your instructions perfectly, planting his hip right beneath Jiminâs.
You guide Jiminâs arm over the younger manâs shoulder, and help Wooyoung ease the entire weight of his bad side over onto himself.
Jimin settles on his good leg with a sigh of relief. âMuch better. Thanks.â
âWhen we get to our classroom, you can sit down again.â You promise, ruffling his hair. âAre you okay right now?â
He smiles shakily at you. âI might throw up the four bags of Doritos that I ate, but Iâll try to give you a warning.â
âThat would be appreciated, hyung, thanks.â Wooyoung utters smartly. âSeriously though, just let me know if you need to rest. We can borrow Jongho if you need a piggyback ride.â
âThatâs definitely on your list of good ideas.â Jimin wheezes weakly. âIâll let you know.â
You step back from them, satisfied that theyâre ready to go, and bend down to collect four water bottles that had been passed over for the sodas. You shove them into your duffel bag, along with the defibrillator box, and sling it across your back, wincing at the sting of your cuts.
When you straighten, you find yourself next to Yunho. Heâs also warming up his upper body in preparation to eventually take over swinging the axe for Yeosang, but he smiles down at you as you approach.
This could be it.
This could be your last quiet moment with him before itâs all over. You canât keep seeing the traces of guilt in his eyes when he looks at you. âHey.â
âWhatâs up?â He asks you. âCan I help with anything? Want me to take your bag?â
You shake your head with a smile. âNo, Iâve got it. I just wanted to talk to you.â
He stops swinging his arms, halting the windmill movements youâve done a million times to warm up for your programs. âSugar, about earlier, when Iââ
You put up a hand to silence him. âYes, about that. Weâre good, Yunho. I still owe you my regret for stopping you from helping Yeosang and Mingi with Jungkook, but on the count of the other thing, weâre good.â
He looks down, mouth tightening. âThat wasnât the same. You made a good call with Jungkook. I stand by that. But the other thing, what I did to youâSugar, I abandoned you to die. After you swooped in like a fucking answered prayer and tackled those zombies, after they had you pinned, I left you to die. I pulled Yeosang away, and he was trying to help you.â
âYou fucking what?â Namjoon.
This is the first heâs hearing of the incident, and pissed doesnât even begin to describe him.
Yunho blanches, stumbling back a few steps as your co-captain is suddenly in his face, stammering in a struggle to figure out if he should explain himself or just take whatever abuse heâs about to get.
Youâre not willing to let it get that far. Shoving yourself between them in a move that makes your entire body seize with pain at your hip, you grip one hand in Namjoonâs shirt and rest the other more comfortingly on Yunhoâs arm. âStop. Back up.â Youâre talking to Namjoon, but he doesnât even look at you.
âIs that true?â Heâs seething, speaking to you without meeting your eyes. âDid he let you save his ass and leave you to die?â
âNamjoon, I said get back.â
The room goes quiet at your snarl, all eyes turning to the three of you.
âI sent you out with her. I sent you to get the axe and you didnât think to fucking mention that you donât care if she lives or dies?â Namjoon lunges forward, shoving you back into Yunho, and you just barely get your footing back in time to push him back again.
The others are tense, concerned, hesitant to jump in while youâre still managing to hold off a physical altercation. They canât defend Yunho for his panicked choice against you, but none of them look pleased about your friend trying to jump down his throat.
âI do care. I fucked up and Iâll never forgive myself for it, but I do care.â Yunho argues, his voice brimming with anger. âDonât talk to me like I wouldnât do anything to make that right, and donât fucking talk to me like I donât care.â
Youâre seconds away from kicking Namjoon in the balls just to make him look at you, but you need him to be able to swing an axe in a minute or two, so you just settle for digging your nails into the muscle of his chest and forcing him back with all of your strength. âHey.â You snap, and his eyes finally flicker down to you. Heâs fuming, beet-red with rage, shoulders trembling furiously. âYou walked up in the middle of a conversation between me and him. You need to take a step back.â
âWhy didnât you tell me? I need to know when someone in my group is putting you in dangerâdonât touch her, asshole, Iâll fucking break you.â Namjoonâs arm jumps up as Yunho puts a hand on your shoulder to protest you trying to defend him.
âHey!â You punch the heels of your hands into his chest. âJoon, weâve dealt with this. This is old news, itâs handled, it was a mistake. It doesnât concern you.â
Heâs wide-eyed, gawking at you. âDoesnât concern me? You almost diedâyou were almost killed. You spend all of your time and energy trying to protect people and they turn around and throw you to the wolves? Goddammit, Sugarââ
âHey, donât turn this on her.â Yunho snaps, no longer apologetic. âSheâs the reason weâre all here, sheâs the reason you even had your acting team in the first place. Why donât you try trusting her with the job that she obviously does better than you?â
This is no longer helpful.
âNo, stop.â Youâre holding them both back now. âStop, none of this is valid, or constructive. Yunho has been locked in. Heâs had our backsâheâs had my back. And this team would be nothing without Namjoon, so just take a minute, please.â
Namjoon hasnât cooled off even a little bit. âNo, this is bullshit. Iâm not sending him out there with you again, he can fuck off and find the zombies for all I care.â
Before you can center yourself, he puts a hand to your shoulder and pushes you out from between them. Your weight lurches, body folding over on your hip, and you give an involuntary cry as the raw flesh pinches itself in the movement. Namjoon freezes, watching you stagger.
Itâs Yunho who catches you, Yeosang suddenly close enough to take your arm as well, both of them glaring at your co-captain.
You donât want this.
It was so wonderful, so beautiful the way you had all come together to decompress and joke and embarrass yourselves among friends, and you canât stand to watch it all fall apart before your eyes.
You canât leave them like this.
âPlease stop.â Eyes brimming with tears at the sting still burning through your hip, you stumble in Yunhoâs grasp and feel him brace you with an arm around your waist. âPlease, Namjoon, please stop. I trust him, okay? Weâre good.â
Heâs still frozen, face splashed with horror at the pain he caused you, and heâs finally listening.
âWhen I came up with the AED idea for Jimin, he was the one who delivered the charge. He wouldnât let me do it. We thoughtââ Your voice breaks, tears slipping. Itâs such a miserable memory, such a viscerally terrifying moment that still has its claws in you, that you can barely say the words. âWe thought it might kill Jimin, or hurt him irreparably, and he wouldnât let me be the one to do it. He saved me from that, Joon. He cares. I trust him.â
Namjoon swallows, eyes flashing between you and the man who is stabilizing you after his own actions harmed caused you harm. âI donât want him on your team. He can swap with Mingi.â
âNo.â You sniffle and glare at him. âI want Yunho. Donât touch my team.â
âSugar, I need to know that youâre safeââ
âDonât touch my team.â You pull yourself upright, letting Yunhoâs arm release you, and approach Namjoon with as little limping as you can manage. You lower your voice until only he can hear you. âI get that youâre scared. I get that youâre worried about me and Rose and Jimin. But you havenât been through what Iâve been through with these guys. And if you donât get your head out of your ass and remember all of the things that they have done for us tonight, youâre going to make yourself the enemy. I trust them. Trust me.â
Heâs quiet, jaw clenching, cheeks hollowing.
At long last, he nods. âYou cleared things up with him? You feel safe?â Heâs terrified. Heâs fucking terrified that heâs going to lose you, or worse, lose all of you and walk out of here alone.
You can never even hint to him that your own safety is no longer your concern. âI feel safe.â
He glances over your head at Yunho. There are a few seconds of tortured silence before he closes his eyes and pulls you into a tight hug that sets your body on fire all over again. âI love you. I just want you to be safe.â
âI know.â
âPlease be careful.â
âTheyâve got me, Joon.â
âOkay.â He lets you go. Stepping around you, he extends his hand to Yunho and waits upon the grace of the man who is well within his rights to withhold every ounce of courtesy and respect. He doesnât say anythingâhe wonât apologize for acting to defend you, and he wonât offer a blanket declaration of trust, but heâs willing to rebuild the bridge.
Yunho shakes his hand. âI am sorry. I always will be. But it will never happen that way again.â
You donât let Namjoon answer. Instead, you turn back to Yunho, where he stands next to Yeosang, both of them watching you with hooded expressions. Bypassing Yeosang for the moment, but not ignoring the realization that he had stepped in for you, you prop yourself up on your tiptoes (and it still doesnât make you tall enough) and throw your arms around Yunhoâs neck. Itâs a gesture of goodwill, a return to your conversation before Namjoon derailed it, and an act of friendship that you hadnât thought youâd ever reach with him.
If itâs the last time you get to broach this subject with him, you want to take his burden with you. âWeâre good, Yunho.â
He hugs you back, and you hear conversation start to pick up around the room again as tensions ease once more. âIâm so sorry, Sugar. I never realized how scared you must have been, so IâmâŠIâm just really sorry.â
You ease back on your heels, letting him go. âNo more apologizing. I mean it.â
He nods, and manages a small smile. âYouâre way too nice for your own good, you know that?â
You roll your eyes. But youâre serious when you say, âI wonât forget what you did for Jimin. For me. Thank you, Yunho.â
Heâs grinning now. âScariest thing Iâve ever done, but there he is.â
You both turn to where Jimin is still leaning heavily against Wooyoung, laughing at something you canât hear. âYeah. There he is.â
Warmth has returned to the room; Hongjoong has found Namjoonâs side again, softly helping to ease his fears about the incident that had been sprung on him without warning.
In the other corner of the room, you hear San teasing Rose, still holding his axe. âDo you sit on everyoneâs laps or are you just partial to Mingiâs?â
âBite me, Choi San.â
âIs that an open invitation or just for him?â
âShut up, Mingi.â
Yeosang draws your attention away from them, stepping in close to your side. âAre you okay?â His fingers reach for your hip, his eyes flicking up to search your face.
âHe just needs a minute.â You smile shakily. âHeâs not a bad guy, he just carries a lot on his shoulders.â
âAre you okay?â He asks again.
You meet his eyes, caught by the solemnity in his gaze. âIâm okay.â
He gives a nod, but he lingers. Eyes soft, lips parted, heâs looking at you like he wants to say something, his fingers lifting from your hip to brush the backs of yours with a feather-light touch before his hand drops to his side. Blinking at the floor for a second, an eternity passes before he looks up at you again with the slightest smirk. âSo, you like what you see, huh?â
âGod, just kill me now.â
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Fic Rec for To Be Hero X
GUYSSSSSS PLEASE GO READ:
The image I'm always chasing by Confetti_33
PLEASE YOU WONâT REGRET A THING PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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The premise of the fic is Lin Ling!Nice (Niceling???) accidentally time traveling back to when Og!Nice was still active with Wreck and wasnât depressed (loooooooool) and how he trains them and also tries to prevent Og!Nice from killing himself in the future.
The writing is absolutely spectacular and my favorite part is how everyone has their own POV about the situation and how people have varying information. Also I love how everyone is like âWow, Lin Ling!Nice is so calm, collected, and perfectâ meanwhile my guy is stressing
The fic has 4 chapters and is still ongoing and the author is going on a 2 month hiatus to focus of their studies (Good for them!) so that might be a turn off but pleaseeeeeeeee check it out if youâre interested!
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Ok Iâm dying for your dad dean fics theyâre healing my daddy issues
So I wanted to request one đ
Iâve had this idea while daydreaming in class but Iâm too lazy to write it
Itâs like that one scene in mordern family
So dean isnât actually her father but rather a father figure like Bobby is to him
And she has a shitty dad but still loves him and heâs a hunter so heâs gone most of the time while dean and sam take her under thier wing
her dad promised to take her out for her birthday and she gets all excited for it and then waits for him to show up but he never does and dean then makes up for it and spends the day with her to cheer her up
Hope you get what I mean and take the time you need if you even want to write it
Anyway I love your fics so please donât die
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đŠčDaddy IssuesđŠč



summaryđŠč Dean steps up when your father refuses to
pairingđŠč father figure!Dean Winchester x teen!Reader
word countđŠč 713
notesđŠč Am I writing instead of prepping for finals? yes :). Also I feel like its been forever since ive written so this might be a little doc sorry.
Thank you for the support, ill try my best not to die
Dean was watching as you excitedly ran around the bunker, packing your things. Your birthday was coming up and your father had reached out, saying he was gonna take you out to celebrate. The thing is, your dad wasnt really there for you. He had a habit of leaving you for a hunt and not coming back for months or, promising to see you and bailing for a hunt that just cant be ignored. Thats where Dean comes in. Whenever your father feels the need to ignore you, he drops you off at the bunkerâyou basically live there.
Dean cares for you like your his own. Hes done a lot more loving, worrying, and nurturing than your father ever has, and right now hes really worried. He knows how exited you are to go out with your dad, but he also knows that there is a very high chance your dad wont show.Â
He didnt want to burst your buble but he couldnt let you get your hopes up. As you were messily packing a bag in your room, he tried to remind you that your father hadnât always followed through with his promises. You would wave him off everytime claiming that this time would be different, its my birthdayâhe cant miss my birthday.
After you were all ready, Dean waited with you outside the bunker. You were rocking back and forth on your feet, so exited you could hardly contain it. He carefully watched you while constantly checking his phone, your father was already thirty minutes late and he wasnt answering any of his messages. Another thirty minutes passed and your smile had faded, you knew what this ment.Â
Dean is leaning against the trunk of the impala as you turn to him, looking down at your shoes, âhes not coming, is he?â
He slowly aproches you, looking down at the top of your head âim sorry sweetheart, im sure theres an important reasonâ He tried to give your father the benefit of the doubt.
 You sniffly lightly before blinking away your tears and meeting his gaze, âtheres always something thats more important.â
His shoulders slump when he sees your broken expression âoh sweetheart, comeâreâ
He says before extending his arms out, inviting you into a hug.
You melt into his embrace instantly as you try to hold back tears âIm so stupid for thinking he would come. He never changes, he never chooses me firstâ
He rubs your back comfortingly âyou are not stupid. He should be choosing you. Hes stupid for leaving you here. I wanna keep trying to defend him, say that he doesnt understand what hes doing, but he knows he should be here. Im so sorry.âÂ
You keep yourself tucked in Deans arms as he consoles you âYou dont need your father to be here to have a great birthday. We can celebrate, do anything you wantâ
You slightly pull away and look up at him with glossy red rimmed eyes âanything?â
He reaches up to wipe a tear off your cheek and smiles gently âanything.â
You take a couple seconds to think of something before responding, âwell, all I really wanted was to see my dad but, youâve done more for me than he ever has. I just want a chill night in, maybe we can have some pieâ
His heart melts âwe can get you a pie, sweetheart. Iâd do anything for you, cause I love you, you know that right? Cause youre family and family takes care of eachother.â
You nod âI know, I love you tooâ
âGoodâ he pulls away from the hug and picks up your forgotten overnight bag âhow bout we head inside and get some comfy clothes on? Do you wanna come to the store with me to get some pie, or you wanna just doordashâ
You follow him down into the bunker, âdoordash, i'm not leaving this house again tonightâ
He nods, placing your bag down by the door and pulling out his phone âi'll get the order started, and I want you to put your favorite PJs on and go pick out something for us to watchâ
Before you make your way to your room, you give him one last hug, âThanks De.â
He reciprocates, âof course Sweetheart.â
im sorry if there are any typos
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3% [chapter 3/?]
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Summary: Three percent was the chance that suppressants would fail to protect from pregnancy, if a fertile Omega had sex with an Alpha during heat. It was non-negligible, but low.
Chapter summary: A dinner, then Valentino goes.
E, rosquez, 5.6k words.
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There was a dirty part of Marc that wanted to squirrel away Valentino's used shirt for himself. So he did.
Valentino had left it hanging in the bathroom he'd used to change his clothes, maybe to let it air, or maybe out of carelessness. He would surely notice that it was gone, but if Marc didn't say anything, he might not ask. He seemed averse to saying anything of value anyway.
Marc had sent Valentino out of his room after Laia fell asleep because he needed to put himself through the dairy cow treatment. He didn't want Valentino to see that.
For the sake of hygiene, he always washed his hands and cleaned his chest before and after pumping. He discovered the shirt the first time he went to the bathroom, and he couldn't help himself the second time. There was not so much harm in a little indulgence.
Valentino's scent steeped deep into the fibres of the shirt he had been wearing for the entire day. Marc double-checked that the bathroom door was locked and took the blue shirt off the hook. He knew what he liked - turned it inside out and buried his nose and mouth right where Valentino's armpit rubbed against cotton. He took a few greedy, gulping breaths. He loved this; had been deprived of it for far too long. It roused wetness between his legs that he didn't entertain.
If he had the real Valentino, he would bury his nose into his armpit and take a good bite at the soft flesh. The unrealistic corner of his mind that fancied having Valentino in his stomach salivated at the idea.
But he would never really eat Valentino. His entire life had been spent keeping his baser urges at bay for long-term benefit. Otherwise, he would have smashed himself to bits in some race decades ago.
He pulled the shirt over his head, still inside-out. It was large. The hem fell to Marc's mid-thigh. If Valentino stayed for Laia, Marc would have to find some excuses to keep taking his used clothes.
Their scents mingled in a decent imitation of Valentino's hotel sheets all those years back. Marc basked in it for several long minutes. He pulled the front of their shirts over his nose for a sniff. He would still bottle their combined scents if he could.
He was surprised to find tears leaking from his eyes. This prompted him to take the blue shirt back off and fold it into a neat square for safekeeping.
Once he was sure that the coast was clear, he brought the shirt back to his room and rummaged around for a resealable plastic bag. He discovered one that contained his winter coat, stored this way so the air could be pressed out. The coat could find another bag later.
Delicately, he placed Valentino's shirt in and took one more sniff before he zipped the seal. It would keep the scent for a longer time and prevent it from rubbing over the rest of his clothes so Laia wouldn't get too used to it, in case Valentino chose not to come back. Marc didn't want to desire this scent so much, but his body was built the way it was, and he had hurt enough.
He didn't really feel guilty. Valentino owned him this.
With one last exhale, he shut the door and went to join his family.
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Marc overheard Valentino's voice when he headed to the kitchen. His conversational Spanish was basic and interspersed with English.
Out of curiosity, Marc inched backwards to avoid being detected. To his knowledge, Valentino had never interacted with any of his family members alone, least of all his mother. They'd crossed paths perhaps twice in passing when Roser attended Spanish races to see her children.
"These- ah, fruit, I don't know to say. They are nice in Thailand," Valentino said.
"Pitaya," Roser provided, very tolerantly, all things considered. "We don't see the ones with red flesh very often."
The sound of metal clanging travelled, maybe a knife or spoon being put down in the sink. Marc recalled that Valentino had squeezed a fruit hamper into his backpack. He was probably cutting it up.
"Does he like these?" Valentino asked. Marc's throat went dry, suddenly. He inched forward to hear better, back against the wall, standing as near to the kitchen as he could go without casting a visible shadow in the doorway.
Another clang, somewhat impatient. A brief pause. "Yes, he's not a picky eater. But you should know all of these things yourself," Roser said, sharp this time.
She was being protective. It brought a small grin to Marc's face. Being reminded that he was loved was always nice.
"I will learn," Valentino said, so lightly that Roser would only hate him more. But Marc carefully filed it away with everything else he knew about Valentino. It was a miniscule weight for the balance in favour of him staying.
"Learn properly. And when you don't know, respect him. Ask him," Roser chided.
Marc chewed his lip to contain his smile upon hearing this. Much as he was enjoying himself, he thought it was necessary to intervene before Valentino got scared away forever. Roser would probably find that to be an acceptable outcome, but Marc had his own plans.
He stepped into the kitchen loudly so they would realise they had been overheard. Both Roser and Valentino fell silent and turned to look at him. The scene was a tableau from his wildest dreams: his estranged ex standing barefoot in his family's kitchen, arranging neat slices of fruit into concentric circles on a large plate; his beloved mother frozen in the middle of stirring a delicious pot of stew, less than a metre away from him.
Marc waved the bag of milk in greeting before heading over to the small freezer on the counter. He'd been accumulating a small stash so that Laia wouldn't have to rely on formula milk too much when Marc finally went for his shoulder operation the following week. And it was just useful to have some extra.
"Moo. I'm a cow," Marc joked to break the tension.
Valentino snorted. "A very disobedient one. Moo," he said back sarcastically. His posture settled into something practised yet relaxed.
Marc observed him through stolen glances. He had never met another person with Valentino's natural magnetism. He could tuck all of his sincerity away and still make people want to look.
His eyes followed Valentino's fingers as they danced over the fruit, putting them in place efficiently. His fingertips, stained pink by juice, beckoned for Marc to take them into his mouth so that he could taste sweetness from Valentino on his tongue once more.
Surely Marc's pathetic hormonal imbalance would right itself soon. He couldn't keep up with this hunger for all things Alpha.
"Ahem," Roser cleared her throat. Jolting slightly, Marc tore his stare away from Valentino and turned his head to the side. He found his mother watching him with an unimpressed lift of her eyebrow.
Marc smiled at her, quashing his earlier turmoil so she wouldn't worry. "Love you mama. Dinner smells good," he said.
She was always sweet on him, though she didn't show it with words. When he approached, she let him taste the stew off her ladle and ruffled his hair. "Don't be useless and go set the table," she instructed, giving him a light push.
With a tray of cutlery balanced on one arm, Marc squeezed past his mother, which put him in proximity of Valentino. He had been sharply aware of Valentino's attention, as he studiously observed and carded information away.
Marc touched a hand to Valentino's forearm when he passed. He smiled and hoped it showed in his eyes.
Valentino was not to be outdone. He caught Marc's hand below his and held it in place. "My toro bravo, I am done here. Let me help you," he said.
Marc hadn't been Vale's anything since 2015. He leaned in closer for a fleeting moment, ducking his head under Valentino's nose as Valentino's arm snaked around his waist to hold him in place. Then they parted to a more reasonable proximity.
He ignored his mother's pointed stare. "I guess you better get used to how we do things around here," Marc said cheerfully as he led Valentino out.
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Valentino managed to back Marc against a wall and cage him in with his body, which was some feat when Marc was holding a heavy tray in front of him.
"Why do you smell like this?" Valentino questioned.
There you are, Marc thought. This aggression was familiar territory. Though he didn't necessarily like it, it was easier to navigate.
"You like? You miss it?" Marc taunted. Such rudimentary body language was easy to read. Valentino's nostrils flared, admitting everything he did not say with words.
"You did something," Valentino said, pointedly breathing through his mouth and not his nose. Too bad for him, Marc would enjoy their scent all on his own. Strangely, the stressed out stink didn't consume him again. It wasn't Valentino that his body minded, but Valentino's proximity to their daughter. He would have to find some way to remedy that.
He offered a tilt of the head and a calm smile. "You always say I'm doing something. You're not going to start a fight in my house, no?"
Somehow, his body knew what was going to happen before it did. Marc set the tray down carelessly atop a stack of newspapers. his feet rested their weight on his toes, his chin tilted up in waiting.
Valentino scowled, twisted his fist in the front of Marc's shirt, and planted his lips on Marc's in a searing kiss. In Marc's house. In Marc's fucking childhood home, not ten metres away from his mother, and with all of their history unresolved.
Marc loved this. There was no thought, it was all instinct. He clutched Vale's shirt in response, to pull him down and impossibly closer. Months of loneliness, now he was warm. Kissing anyone else ever again was unthinkable. Vale was his, and he was Vale's, and nothing else made sense.
Something made a dull sound, and they sprang apart. Marc whipped around to identify the source of the disturbance and found his father standing there, awkwardly frozen at the entry to the dining area.
"I didn't mean to interrupt. Your mother used to finish cooking around this time," Julia said, as he swept imaginary lint from his shoulder.
"No, no. She's almost done. We were going to prepare the table," Marc said, crashing back to earth. He felt caught out, like a child in hiding. As though his own father didn't know what people got up to for a very real baby to be created.
He grinned shamelessly at his father, then yanked Valentino with him by the wrist. "You need to pull your weight," he nagged.
They both committed to the thinly-veiled farce that they knew what they were doing. Valentino picked up the tray and balanced it precariously on one arm. He would possibly not appear to be troubled at all, to a specific group of people who were born yesterday. Casting a quick glance at Julia, he put his arm around Marc's shoulder. "You say that but you distract me," he scolded.
"You distracted me first. I am trying to be peaceful," Marc said, somewhere on the spectrum of truth.
Valentino gave him a patient, tolerant look. He always used to when he pretended to be mature, in contrast to Marc's youthful zeal. Had they not only been acting, Marc would be overjoyed.
--
If other people could observe the behaviour of Valentino Rossi at dinner with the Marquez Alentas, they would probably be quite fascinated. Valentino did not look like one of them - they were a household of fairly average-sized people, except for Alex, but he shared most of Marc's face so they obviously came as a set.
Valentino was tall and always had a hunch in his spine, unlike Marc who had his back permanently straightened to meet people's eyes. Sometimes the hunch read like a sign of confidence from someone who didn't need to expend effort to assert his authority. Apparently when he was feeling out of place, it could read as stiff and awkward.
He had never been in a room where he didn't command attention, but in the scheme of their family dynamics, Valentino didn't have much position. Marc watched him with interest, and wondered if he would ever appear to belong a little bit more. If he would find things to start conversations about, and share in their inside jokes, and learn to navigate their habits with more ease. Laia was a Marquez Alenta as well, and it would be nice if Valentino would be comfortable with her, then the rest of them, by extension. It would be nice if he could brush up on his spoken Castilian so he could speak as fluently as he listened, though there was nothing wrong with mostly listening on his first day there. But Marc was thinking too far ahead.
They got to the end of dinner without Valentino asking Marc if he liked pitaya. Marc only noticed when he watched Valentino struggle with stained fingers for the second time that day. He'd dropped a slippery cube onto the table and picked it up by hand. Then there were no more pink fruit on the plate, and he was none the wiser about Marc's feelings. What a strange thing to be disappointed by.
Alex noticed the direction of his gaze and kicked him under the table to catch his attention. "Don't be silly Marc," he worried. He had been speaking almost exclusively Catalan since he returned home, to Valentino's visible consternation. Valentino was such a curious person that being left out of a whole conversation had to be killing him.
"It's like you don't know me. Actually, I am quite smart," Marc said. He laughed obnoxiously when Alex looked for his foot to kick again caught someone else in the process. Marc hoped that it was Valentino.
He speared the last slice of mango onto his fork and caught Valentino's eye, from where he sat across him at their rectangular table. "I like all the fruit, by the way," he enunciated clearly.
Valentino looked jolted from his socially awkward silence. His face puckered, as though he had bitten into a lemon instead of something sweet. "I am glad. You should be eating well," he said, reading the script a normal co-parent without quite pulling it off.
Marc's parents traded doubtful looks. They might not be together anymore, but they still shared a healthy amount of understanding where their children were concerned.
He and Valentino had much to learn from them. Dismayed, Marc realised that a passionless, non-romantic co-parenting situation might be something he was supposed to aspire towards.
His mouth tingled with the memory of their aborted kiss. It felt as though they had the opposite problem, of having passion but nothing else.
He touched a hand to his lips, and the movement caught Valentino's eye. Marc scrunched his face and hoped to convey something. He needed to catch Valentino alone, when there was nobody else around to complicate things. They had a lot to sort out.
--
Only after everyone turned in for the night did Marc seek out Valentino. He still had the same shirt on, partly as a statement of unrepentance, and partly because he had planned to wear it to sleep in the first place.
He wandered into the living room and found Valentino squatting on the floor to rearrange some things in his backpack. He had somehow found space in it for a hardcover book. Infant Care for Alphas read the title. Marc's chest gave a little twinge of relief to realise that Valentino did at least care enough to do some research.
"Hey," he said quietly. He made a quick decision to sit down on the pull-out bed, folding a leg beneath him. It was his house, and he didn't want to have a long-drawn conversation while standing.
Valentino nodded in greeting. "I never knew your parents were separated," he remarked.
Marc smiled wanly. "They waited until me and Alex were adults so we wouldn't have to worry about custody, then it took some time to split the assets. It wasn't happening when I was with you."
"They get along well," Valentino said. He must have realised the same thing as Marc over dinner, that successfully co-parenting through personal differences was aspirational. Valentino's own parents were more complicated. He never shared very much about it directly, but from the hints and from learning everything he could when he had only been a fan, Marc could put together a rough picture.
Valentino thumbed the ribbon sticking out of his book, and got up to join Marc on the bed. There was a full metre between them as they sat at the bottom edge. Though nobody else was walking about at that time of the night, being in the living room felt very revealing.
Marc sat close enough to catch Valentino's scent. It was restrained, neat, not like the ranging Alphas that he knew to avoid. Even on track, Valentino had always been more famed for being a thinker than a hormone-driven chaser, until Marc brought out the worst in him.
"Laia is sleeping again, I thought you would like to know," Marc said. She was, after all, the only reason Valentino would visit this house.
"Good. You look well, and you're doing a good job with her," Valentino said.
"Yeah?" Marc asked, but he wasn't desperate enough to dig for compliments. He knew he was doing all he could, and he had great role models while growing up. He spoke again before Valentino could elaborate. "We need to discuss some things."
Valentino hummed in agreement. "Yes. I want to see Laia again, I wanted to tell you this."
"She'll probably wake up in an hour or so, it's hard to sleep these days," Marc said dryly.
"I remember waking up sometimes, when my brother was younger," Valentino said, slightly wistfully.
Marc couldn't remember the last time Valentino shared an anecdote for no greater purpose. He liked collecting facts about Valentino, to shade in the complex details.
"You should remember what to do with babies then. You can hold her when she wakes again," he offered. He would react better, somehow. Maybe he would even teach Valentino how to change a diaper, if he didn't know yet. The prospect of reality could be stranger than his imagination, at times.
Valentino nodded, and placed his book next to him so he could focus on Marc. "I meant, another time also, not in an hour. Between races, I would like to visit."
Marc's heart rate sped up, despite his efforts to temper his expectations. "Good. You have to come by often, so Laia can recognise you."
Ideally they would wrangle some kind of permanent arrangement out, but the whole concept of being an actual family felt too intangible to shape. They had whisps of dedication and intent. Marc would let Valentino stay for as long as he wanted, but he wouldn't beg him to, and he would never agree let Valentino take her away to Italy to raise her there. And Valentino had never been the type of person to commit to more than he was ready for.
"I'll work it out with you. I have to leave some time before my next race to get some things, but next time I will be more prepared," Valentino said.
Marc didn't know what being more prepared entailed. More gifts? Training gear? Clothes? Enough clothes that he wouldn't have to travel to Tavullia between races? Marc was curious but he didn't really want to ask, because Valentino would downplay whatever his intentions were.
"She'll grow big so fast you can't believe it, or at least my mother says she will," Marc said. The chat was already less painful than he anticipated, so he allowed himself to relax slightly. He pulled his other leg up on the sofa bed, and rested his elbows on his knees. "I'm going for an operation next week on my shoulder by the way - the right one, it's been fucked since Buriram last year."
Buriram, which was before Valencia, which was before Laia's conception. Marc could see when the realisation sank it - Valentino's face paled. So at least he hadn't noticed that he had been causing Marc pain that day, and he wasn't just ignoring how he aggravated the injury.
"How bad is it?" Valentino asked.
Marc shrugged. "I can get through life. After that, my trainer told me to get used to speed by karting, before I head back out to track on training bikes.
He planned to take the road bike out for a spin, however. His mother was against it because, as she said, she knew him too well. But Marc was a mother too, and he knew the importance of transporting himself around in one piece when there were no stakes. He simply missed the heat of a bike beneath him, engine purring like a living thing, under his control. It was a part of him. Marc was meant to pass his days on two wheels as much as he had two arms and two legs.
He got back to the root of the conversation. "I mentioned it because we need to put up a birth announcement soon. If I'm around karting tracks, people will know that I'm not pregnant anymore." The last few words filled him with buoyancy.
His temporary happiness was cooled immediately by a furtive look on Valentino's face. "We need to put up an announcement?"
The question was so stupid that Marc took a moment to process what Valentino meant. Then time stopped.
Of course, things had been going too well.
"Obviously, a baby can't have one parent, can she?" he asked, barely holding on to his temper. He was going to shout. Marc never shouted, ever.
"What do you want me to say? I fucked you, is that it? It looks bad for both of us," Valentino argued, but he was scared.
Marc was going to throttle him. How dare Valentino be scared, when it had been Marc who had to carry the baby, and Marc who had to deform and milk himself, and Marc who had to announce to the world months in advance that he wouldn't be defending his title because he let himself get fucked, and he was too sentimental to give the baby up. If he had a Euro for every time someone on the internet called him "bitched", he would double his wealth.
"You make the announcement, or I'll do it for you," Marc said. He could hear his anger in his voice. His mouth did something that he couldn't control; might have been a grin, or just barred, gritted teeth.
"Who let you decide?" Valentino asked, leaning forward, sharp eyes blazing, but he didn't have ground to stand on. He never did, and Marc had been powerless in stopping him from getting away with his arguments too many times. But no more. In his household, Valentino was not an idol, just a man, and he had nothing on Marc.
Marc got to his feet and balled his fists. He had been too comfortable, he always had too much faith in Valentino for no reason at all. How could he have ever let him into the house without ascertaining Valentino's intentions? After all that he told himself to be cautious, to not let him get close to Laia until he could he trusted, Marc had opened the door wide and given him free entry. No wonder Valentino thought he had the leeway to keep his secrets as he wished.
"Vale," Marc said icily, "my daughter has two parents. Even if you don't like it, the other one is you. You already know, but she can take a genetic test if you want. And Laia will not grow up with people starting rumours about who her father is. If I tell her it's you and you say it's not, the world will believe you. You're not going to turn my daughter into a liar."
Valentino swore. "I won't disown her Marc, what are you saying? I already said I want to come back."
"Then what's the problem with an announcement?" Marc demanded. He had already drafted it out on his phone with great difficulty, and planned to lock the comments on all of his accounts so that people couldn't say hurtful things. Because he knew that Laia would grow up and be able to see everything that people said, so her birth had to be treated delicately. They were too famous to not be careful about how they shared things.
He thought it would be prudent to run through what he had written with Valentino, since they both had a stake in the announcement. Valentino could vet his Italian version for typos and cast the announcement in a way his fans would be more receptive to. And he'd wanted to ask for a photo together, so Laia wouldn't wonder why she had none with both parents when she grew up.
All along, he thought it would be pretty obvious that they both had to claim her in public. Whether Valentino took part in raising her or not, this seemed like basic human decency to him.
He thought. Marc always made the mistake of believing that Valentino would share the same thought process as regular people.
Valentino was speechless. What defence could he have? Surely, he just never fully considered the inconvenience a baby would bring to his life, because he didn't have to spend time with her until now. Not for the first time, Marc was bitter that Valentino had the fortune of living regularly and racing.
"Tomorrow, I'm publishing it. I don't care if you're ready," Marc decided.
"Fuck. Marc, at least let me tell my mother, huh? My friends?"
"You haven't?" Marc's voice was getting shrill. "You had months."
He had all the time in the world to decide how to break the news. Marc had to waddle around with a pregnant belly and endure weird looks from strangers who recognised him.
Valentino paled. "How can I, before I'm sure?"
Sure of what, Marc didn't ask. Maybe he thought Marc would get rid of Laia, as though Marc would have changed his mind after telling Valentino he was to be a father. After a certain point, it wouldn't even have been legal anymore.
"So you tell them," Marc said. He was livid and he was pacing. He felt like a hysterical Omega, the type who used to annoy him in movies, only now he knew that it wasn't their fault. These situations were unfair and difficult, and it always seemed to be him to have to suffer his life crumbling before him while Valentino put on a hurt face and got away.
Valentino sighed, contrite at least. Better than 2015, but that was such a low bar to clear that being reminded of it only enraged Marc further. "I will, alright. Give me time, I'll see them face to face and break the news. I won't disown our daughter."
"Okay," Marc stopped in his tracks, he met Valentino's eyes with enough anger to bite his head off. "Go then, if telling them face to face is so important. Leave my house now. I'm still publishing tomorrow."
Valentino regarded him as though he was a wild animal. Toro bravo, Marc recalled him saying. Well, perhaps Marc would be better off being a fighting bull. He could use the horns - he was mad enough to murder.
"I'll call," Valentino conceded. "I should have thought further ahead."
"No," Marc said. He could feel the expression on his face, uncontrollable, but sliding into a smile. He never could maintain true anger for long, much as his body vibrated with it. Channelling it into something else was always easier, until he could adopt the new feeling.
He snatched the book off the pull out bed and strode towards Valentino's backpack, then unzipped it and stuffed the book it. Without really looking, he reached his hands out for the few of Valentino's possessions that had made their way around the room.
Valentino hurried over and snatched the bag from him. "Marc, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Packing," Marc said. "It's important, right? You should go home and tell your mother she's a grandmother. Mine would be so upset if I told her over the phone.
"Fuck," Valentino swore again. He dropped the bag on the floor and buried his face in his hands. For once, he seemed nearly as miserable as Marc felt. His scent was like Marc had never experienced before, weeping and desperate and acrid. It would seep into the walls. "Are you kicking me out Marc?"
Marc really hadn't planned to. He thought they'd have a good chat and go to bed separately, and Valentino could spend the next few days there getting to know everyone. One more hour to see Laia awake again - fucking hell, they were a disaster if they couldnât even keep it going for that long.
"Yeah," he said. He smiled properly. His facial muscles had come back to him. "Your family is bigger now. Congratulations. Tell everyone at home you fucked Marc Marquez, they'll think you're cool. Come back after the next race."
Valentino shook his head in denial. "No. No, she's my daughter too. This is- you- it's important to me."
Marc refused to let himself be moved again. They'd kissed just that day, and it already felt like a distant memory. In spite of himself, Marc had been more hopeful and receptive than he had known.
"Then come back after you go," Marc said. He justâŠhe couldnât, until he had evidence that Valentino was willing to put in the effort. He kept trying to make it easy, Valentino hadn't even realised.
"Marc," Valentino said. He had never invoked Marc's name so many times in a day before.
"What's going on?" a third voice interjected. Marc couldn't believe that he had not noticed they had company, attuned as he was to his brother's light scent and presence. Alex had an empty water bottle in his hand, and a very concerned look. The living room was much too open to a private conversation.
Alex went over to Marc and placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. Marc nearly melted into the touch. He had to turn his brain on to hold his body tense. Enough weakness had been shown for the night.
"I was just telling Valentino to come back after the next race," Marc said, without further context.
It was impossible to put together the rest of the conversation based on that. Alex's eyebrows creased as he frowned and scrutinised Marc for hints. Marc held his smile.
After a moment, Alex spoke. "You should listen to him," he said with blind loyalty. He looked at the bag on the floor, and random possessions strewn on the side. Valentino was the one closest to it, yet Marc was the one who wanted him to go. The clues would not add up. Marc didn't know if he would ever have the will to explain the entire conversation in full, and in any case, he didn't think his little brother needed to be exposed to the full brunt of how desolate relationships could end up being.
Valentino looked between Marc's face and Alex's cold gaze. He always, always won arguments, but it seemed that he had lost his words this time.
Marc was a little bit disappointed. The thrill of victory was completely absent. One would hope that the undefeatable Valentino would conjure a compelling argument out of his hat.
"I will do as you say," Valentino said. He took a deep breath and bent down to shove his things haphazardly into his backpack. Sans the fruit hamper and a shirt, he had the space not to organise properly. He slung it over his shoulder, then reached towards Marc as he stood to make his exit. Instinctively, Marc caught his hand, and his rational mind only caught up when he felt Valentino's warm skin against his.
"After the next race," he said.
"Yeah," Marc allowed.
Valentino let go. He nodded at Alex, and took heavy steps towards the front door. Marc followed to let him out of the gate and lock up behind him.
The walk through their porch had never felt so long.
"You can call a cab?" Marc asked, when they reached the gate.
"Yes." Valentino swallowed. "Marc, I'm sorry."
Apologies were rare between them. Marc was horribly sad that it had come to this. "Me too," he said. He thought there were ways that he could have handled the confrontation better, but if he said what he needed to say, he didn't see how the outcome would be different.
He locked the gate, then turned back home where his brother was waiting for him at the doorway, cast in warm light. His legs carried him to Alex's side in quick strides, and he leaned his cheek against his brother's shoulder.
"Now he wants to hold your hand? He's such an ass," Alex said.
"Yeah," Marc agreed, though he liked having his hand held. His neck hurt with the absence of a claim, starker now that he had kissed his Alpha and sent him away, with his own hands and his own words. He was not meant to raise a baby alone. His body was weak with a mixture of chemicals that told him off for his actions, but Marc knew he had done the right thing.
It was good that Alex had walked in on them, because now that Marc knew what a mother's rage was like, he had a feeling his mother would not have been half as kind.
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Mrs Fletcher | Prof!Eve Fletcher x Fem!Reader | Chapter Eight: Packing
Summary: The day before your trip, you find yourself preparing your luggage, when Eve pays you a visit.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1224
A couple months went by since the ordeal with Miss Evanora. In the beginning, it was difficult. Everyone in the hallway seemed to stare at you, and you heard whispers when you walked past. You knew that hardly any students liked her, so they probably weren't saying anything bad about you, you hoped anyway, but it still bothered you. Eve had been an absolute sweetheart, as she would check in on you every day, even when you told her that you were fine now, and that you've let it go.
Time really goes by quickly because now, the afternoon before your flight, you were rummaging through your room for what you might need for a week abroad. You made a checklist on the notes app on your phone, but you were still worried that you would forget something important and not realize until it was too late. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
You got up from your knees and opened the door, smiling when you saw Steve.
"Hey. I keep worrying that I'm forgetting stuff." You sighed, and he peered over to your suitcase.
"Do you have your passport? Your charger? A change of clothes?" He asked, and you nodded along.
"Yeah, all of that..." You bit your lip, "My wash bag, my money, oh! My iPad. You never know if I may need it!" You grinned, taking the device and putting it into the rucksack you were using for carry-on luggage. "Are you already packed then?"
"Yeah, I don't think I need to take much, just the essentials." Steve replied, sitting down on your bed, "I'm excited to visit the War Museum they were telling us about, it sounds cool."
"It does. I can't wait for the old prison!" You exclaimed, and he quickly agreed.
"That too! This trip is gonna be awesome Y/N, I'm telling you." He sighed, "I haven't been on a field trip since Highschool, that time we went to Oklahoma."
You laughed at the memory, "Remember when we lost Mrs Dickson at that natural park?"Â
Steve laughed along with you, nodding, "I can't believe she was left responsible for us."
He then cleared his throat and stood up, "I'm going to see how Logan is getting on, he always leaves everything to the last minute."
"I remember," You chuckled, "See you later!"
Steve closed the door behind him, and you sighed. You were looking forward to explore Malta, and learn about its history, but you were also excited about the different shops and restaurants you could check out in your free time there. The thought made you smile to yourself, the reality setting in that you'd be travelling tomorrow!Â
You bit your lip, your smile widening as you remember that you'll be spending the next week with your crush too. It was a bonus really, you get to travel, and you get to do that with someone very special to you.
Sighing, you took another look through your suitcase, and another knock on the door startled you. You rolled your eyes, standing up and swinging the door open, expecting to see Steve again, but your heart dropped when you saw Eve's smiling face on the other side.
"Hello Y/N! I'm just going round making sure everyone is getting ready! We missed our flight one year because someone who hadn't packed made us late..." She sighed, the memory bringing her annoyance mixed with disappointment.
"Hey Mrs Fletcher!" You exclaimed, "Would you like to come in?"
"I will, but I won't stick around for too long." She replied back, stepping into your room, "So, are you excited?"Â
"Yeah, really excited!" You grinned, Eve's expression matching yours. "But you know what I just realized? Since miss Evanora got fired, who's coming instead?"
Eve chuckled, shaking her head, "I think a lot of students forgot that she was coming with us in the first place. Mrs Olney has taken her ticket. It was a last minute decision really, we only came to the conclusion a few days ago because no one else wanted to accompany your group..." She shrugged.
"... Who's that?" You asked sheepishly.
"Oh right, she works part time in the university library. Normally only professors would come along, but it was either her or we'd end up short staffed."
"I might have seen her round a couple times. She seems nice enough!" You smiled at her, and Eve nodded enthusiastically.
"She is! She's been a wonderful friend to me and I'm glad she's coming along. Anyway Y/N, I need to go and check on everyone else! I don't want a repeat of 2016."
You chuckled, "See you tomorrow!" You replied, closing the door behind her. Clearly, she was anxious of missing her flight, or maybe it was excitement that made her want to see what everyone was up to.
You turned back to your suitcase, staring at it. You moved back to your dresser, rummaging through your makeup drawer and jewelry. You didn't want to overload your luggage, since you had done that on the field trip you went on in Highschool. Thankfully, they let you off without charge, but the airport staff isn't always that nice.
You opened up your earring case where you had lots of different plastic designs. Fun ones, such as different fruit or animals. You chose a different pair to wear for each day of your trip, which included rubber ducks, fried eggs, gummy bears, watermelons, grapes, limes, and cats. They weren't very big, so you were able to stuff them into a small jewelry box.
You took a makeup bag and added a few brushes, lipsticks, eyeliners and eyeshadow. You didn't normally wear too much makeup, typically just eyeliner and maybe mascara, but maybe during the trip you wanted to look fancier.
You sighed, nodding in approval as you managed to neatly sort your suitcase. It wasn't overflowing, and there was still plenty of room to bring back souvenirs and shopping.
Sitting back down on your bed, you decided to open up your diary which you hadn't updated in quite a while.
May 11th, 2019
Dear Diary,
I've just finished packing my luggage, because tomorrow we're flying to Malta! I'm super excited about it. Eve stopped by my room to see how I was getting on, which honestly reminded me how great this is going to be. They told us that when we land, we will be taken straight to the hotel so we can leave our luggage. The issue is, while the rooms have been booked, they haven't been sorted between us, which is honestly just disorganized and I don't know why they are leaving it until we are at the actual hotel. I haven't really thought about who I would want to share with, I'm not really the closest with my classmates, and we aren't allowed to stay with the opposite gender, meaning I couldn't stay with Steve. I'm convinced everything will work though, so I'm not worried about it. Anyway, I should get to sleep now, as our flight is at nine in the morning and they want us at the airport much earlier.
You closed the book and set it down on your nightstand. You took a pair of your pajamas that were way too small since your best pairs were in the suitcase, and changed into them. Taking a last look out the window at the campus below, you switched off the lights, and laid down with a sigh, and conveniently, sleep overtook you quickly.
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SPOILERS for Andor season 2 episodes 4-6
I've seen some people thinking that Bix and Cassian went rogue at the end of episode 6, and killed that man without Luthen sanctioning the mission, so I just want to clear up what exactly happened.
In episode 4, the same night Cassian and Bix semi-argued over dinner, Cassian wakes up and finds Bix by the window. He asks if she couldn't sleep because of Dr. Gorst again, but she replies, "Not tonight," and hands him some binoculars, saying, "Have a look. It's flashing."
When he looks out the window, he zooms in on a distant tower where the blue light at its tip is flashing:

Cassian sighs, laments, "We just got back," and then it cuts to Luthen talking to him about Ghorman.
This establishes that the tower light is a signal, a way for Luthen to discreetly alert them when he has a new mission for them, without the danger of using comms.
Luthen tells Cassian that Ghorman will be a solo mission - to Cassian's displeasure - and Bix has to stay behind when Cassian leaves at the end of the episode.
A lot happens in episode 5, but what's relevant is that while Cassian is en route to Ghorman, Luthen checks up on Bix and evaluates how she's handling things, which is not well, understandably, but that's not ideal for him. Cassian only finds out this happened when he gets home in episode 6, where he then recklessly confronts Luthen directly, pissed off that Luthen specifically waited till Bix was alone.
They argue. Luthen thinks Cassian is holding himself back because of Bix, and says, "I want her as strong as you do" but that she "has to pull it together," and Cassian is bitter that Luthen would've preferred if Cassian didn't have any attatchments and Bix wasn't in the picture to have to work around, accusing that, "It would just be easier if I was alone," which is a point that Vel and Cinta will also later talk about between themselves.
Cassian leaves after telling Luthen, "I came with you to be part of something. You want my blood? You help me work this out."
The scene directly following is with the ISB, where Major Partagaz tells Supervisors Lonnie and Heert that the people in Military Intelligence have "convinced the Emperor that Dr. Gorst is too valuable to be a one-man, ISB asset. He's to be expanded into a program." Partagaz goes on to say that "the Navy's donated a facility here in Coruscant," and assigns the both of them to represent the ISB and keep watch on the program.
Lonnie, being Luthen's spy, presumably informs him off-screen that same night.
A little later, between the scenes of Vel and Cinta planning with the Ghorman Front, it cuts to Cassian once again waking up to find Bix watching the window. She says the tower light's flashing again, and after he uses the binoculars to confirm, she tells him, "Whatever the mission is, I'm coming. Do you hear me?"
Cassian agrees - since he hadn't been happy with leaving her behind last time anyway - and the scene cuts back to Vel and Cinta.
What's not shown, is what Bix and Cassian's mission briefing actually entails. The episode doesn't show us when they meet with Luthen before he has to leave for Sculdon's party the next night, so we don't know what mission they were given.
Not until the end of the episode, when Bix and Cassian assassinate Dr. Gorst.
Reading between the lines, Luthen likely gave them this mission to kill three birds with one stone.
1) Gorst is clearly becoming more of a threat. It was bad enough when he was alone and just with the ISB, but a whole program being dedicated to him means that his device might be produced in a wider capacity and spread around. Better to stop it before it even begins. Now that they have the man's confirmed location, he has become a prime target.
2) Giving this to Bix puts her back in the game. Perhaps if Gorst was any other Imperial torturer, Luthen wouldn't have thought the risk worth it - blowing up a Navy facility right in the middle of Coruscant - but he did this with the intention that it would give Bix both revenge and closure, and thus help her heal and move on, at least a little. Taking out a dangerous military tool is a win, yes, but gaining back a skilled operative at the same time is an even bigger win.
3) Helping Bix will bring Cassian back in line. His weak spot has consistently been his family. But Maarva and Brasso are dead. Kerri and Bee and Wilmon are out of reach. Bix is all he has left. And that's both good and bad for Luthen, because Cassian will fight harder and fiercer to return to her, to keep her safe, but he will also fight more cautiously so that he can return to her, and might not take missions at all to stay and keep her safe. So getting Bix back out there - strong and determined and fighting - will put Cassian back out there with her, less protective and defensive, knowing that she can take care of herself, while at the same time proving to Cassian that Luthen does care about his agents and will take action in their favour, thus smoothing over the rift that was beginning to form between them.
Not super relevant to Bix, but in regards to Luthen's portrayal these episodes, in the scene where Mon asks him about Vel, he completely misses why she's asking, assuming instead that something happened and she has important information she needs to convey. When he asks, "Something urgent she needs knowing?" her stony reply is, "Yes. I care about her."
One big part in his character is how because he's lost and burned away everything about himself until all that's left is the Cause, he's forgotten that the people around him don't just think according to what's the most pragmatic and utilitarian thing to do.
Relationships within a community and a family and to each other are what ultimately drives a rebellion, because people care about each other and want to protect each other, want to fight for each other. And I think Maarva and Cassian and Mon reminded him of that.
#essay#andor season 2#andor spoilers#bix caleen#cassian andor#luthen rael#dr gorst#vel sartha#cinta kaz#mon mothma#lonnie jung#long post#my posts#sw#that got a bit longer than I thought it'd be lol#but yeah hopefully that clears some things up!
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So I fed some pigeons and grackles/jackdaws today at the city station. This girl sits down next to me. And sheâs apparently upset by the pigeons being near her, judging by the way she kept shooing them away with a frown.
Like. Girl. YOU are the one who sat next to the person obviously feeding pigeons. Who has pigeons literally diving under her feet to grab some peanuts. There are going to be pigeons. Why would you sit here if you do not want pigeon????
Anyways itâs so stupid funny Iâm coming up with headcanons about how they (read: cod bois + maybe even perhaps some gals) will react sitting next to you, a stranger. Feeding pigeons
Characters; Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Laswell, Alejandro, Rudy, Graves, Nikolai, Valeria, Makarov
PRICE -He doesnât understand what you are doing. Arenât pigeons dirty??? That one specifically looks like it has mange?????? -He is discreetly scooting away. Especially when the pigeons start hopping up to sit next to you on the bench to try and get more peanuts. He might shoo them away, but gently, with only furrowed eyebrows. -Says nothing to you, but also doesn't give you more than one confused look, because he's a gentleman.
GAZ -Yeah, he noticed the pigeons. Oh. Wait - he didn't see that you were feeding them. -He does panic internally - just a bit - when they start swarming your shoes as you drop some food. But then you just... giggle? Because the pigeons are... well, they are kind of cute. -Wait - never mind, one of them is staring at him with those beady red eyes. Never mind, they're more disconcerting than anything. Don't trust those gentle coos... they clearly hide evil pigeon intent
GHOST -??? Yeah there's somebody feeding pigeons, so what? The seat's free, he's gonna sit there. -Oh, the pigeons are starting to come closer to him because he's sitting still? Oh. Well. He doesn't mind that much. He'll just have to wash his clothes real well. Mites and all that. -Doesn't say anything, but he does give you a nod and a grunt when you compliment that they seem to like him. -Next time you're there he's feeding the pigeons too??? Who the fuck is this guy
SOAP -He is not discreet. He's leaning over curiously to try and look closer at the pigeons, eyebrows raised. -It's only a matter of time before he starts asking questions. "How'd you get them to come so close? Do you feed them that every time? How do you know they like it? What else do you feed 'em?" -He is actively excited by this Disney Princess(tm) shit happening in front of him. He might leave you with a torn out page of his sketchbook; a quick drawing of you, surrounded by the birds, smiling.
LASWELL -People feed pigeons all the time. Why should she care? She's just going to keep her distance and- -Oh, one of them hopped up next to her, and it's coming towards her. No, Kate doesn't have any feed for this thing, go away- -Actively goes to sit at the far end of the bench, putting her bag between herself and the birds. She does wave at them and wiggle her foot so that they don't come near her.
ALEJANDRO -Feeding the local wildlife? That's sweet. But can't they feed themselves? What the hell do pigeons eat anyways- -May or may not jump and shit himself when one of the pigeons suddenly flaps up to stand on his knee. Absolutely does not hurt the pigeons on purpose!! But if he swats a little too fast at one of them, he ain't missing, and he feels AWFUL about it. -Damn soldier reflexes. Next thing he knows he's holding a pigeon in his hands while you check it over, fussing over the thing even though it's looking around like nothing happened. -(Pigeon is ok btw. Turns out he just kinda... pushed it, and it flew back fast enough to avoid any real harm.)
RUDY -Oh he's absolutely into it, he knows the birds are hopping onto the bench and everything. He noticed it as he was coming up. -If one of them comes next to him or hops up onto his knee, he's smiling. But he does gently nudge them back over to you. "No tengo nada portigo, pajarito. Go to them." -Strikes up a conversation with you about what you're feeding them. You have a clear love for these birds, and he thinks it's wonderful that such love exists in the world.
GRAVES -Didn't even notice you were feeding pigeons. He just knows the damn things go everywhere, wherever they want. -Wait wtf you're feeding them? What are you, an old grandma???? Graves fully believes in the sky rat idea of pigeons. The hell are you doing??? -Jumps up when one of them flies right at him. "What in the hell-" -He has decided to sit somewhere else. Unless you strike him up in conversation and talk him down. (They're just birds, bro calm down)
NIKOLAI -Oh he sat next to you BECAUSE you're feeding birds. This looks like fun. -He asks if he can have a handful of the stuff so he can feed them, too. Or pulls out some spare packet of nuts he had in his pocket. He's enjoying feeding them, look at those little guys go. -He soon strikes up a conversation with you, smiling and laughing over the warm little birds so focused on getting the food that they're swarming around your feet.
VALERIA (because I think she would say smth 'bout it) -Didn't care that you're feeding the pigeons. Whatever. People do stuff like feed the wildlife in the city. Who cares. -Raises an eyebrow when one lands next to her, staring at her expectantly. "Que quieres? No tengo no comida portigo. Ve a tu amigo alli." -She brushes it away, back towards you. "You keep these birds too fat, they're gonna bother everybody, you know?" she hums. "You feed them every day?" -Soon enough, you're bantering back and forth. She likes a small conversation every once in a while, knowing that whatever civilian she's talking to hasn't the slightest idea how easily she could have them wiped from the face of the earth... MAKAROV (because I need more content of This Guy(tm)) -You're just another civilian doing civilian things. Feeding the birds. Yeah, whatever. -Frowns at the pigeons when they try to hop up next to him. Shoos them away, not out of any real malice, but in slight annoyance. -That annoyance does spill over, though. But at you. "Why are you feeding them? These are wild animals, do you think they cannot feed themselves?" -If you're just like 'they're cute', then he scoffs and ignores you for the rest of the time he has to wait. He refuses to move. But if you have a logical reason - "I want to make sure they're eating something that they can actually digest, and the more I feed them, the more often I can check to see if they're sick" - then he's pretty intrigued. Maybe you're not a stupid civilian, at least.
#cod headcanons#codmwII#cod mwIII#call of duty headcanons#cod au#price cod#gaz cod#ghost cod#soap cod#laswell cod#alejandro cod#rudy cod#graves cod#nikolai cod#valeria cod#makarov cod#captain john price#john price#Kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#simon ghost riley#simon riley#john soap mactavish#john mactavish#kate laswell#alejandro vargas#rodolfo parra#phillip graves#valeria garza#vladimir makarov
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