#got this done in like 2 hours the wonders of actually refilling your meds

[s-e-v-e-n-24]

The roommates ever

Reposting because the last time the pictures kept appearing (At least for me) In the wrong order

Florida: What's your biggest fear

Cali: Being forgotten

Florida: Damn that's deep, mine was the Kool-aid man but I feel stupid now-

[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Resistant Omega: Part 2

Pairings: Omega!Mickey Milkovich x Male Alpha!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut.

Word Count: 4,595

Part 1

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“What do we got?” You asked as you walked up to the back of the stolen, unmarked, pharmacy transport truck that was parked in a blacked out deserted warehouse. Your right hand, Jax, pursed his bottom lip and nodded at the haul.

“We got a big ticket.” He said as you pulled on a pair of leather gloves and stepped into the back. “Oxy, fentanyl, liquid morphine, adderall, albuterol, suppressants, stabilizers, cancer, HIV, Hep C, diabetes… you name it, we got it all.” You nodded your head slowly, and lifted a box of suppressants off the top of a stack to glance at the label.

“Where’s this coming from?”

“Straight from the plant. Manifest says it was headed south.”

“Yea, it headed fucking south alright.” You grumbled as you tucked the suppressants under your arm for Mickey, took the manifest list off the clipboard Jax was holding out to you, and grabbed a couple different boxes of meds to help your neighbor with her leukemia. “Alright, get it out by sundown, and burn it down. I wanna see the fucking inferno in Detroit.” You made sure to pick up a box of fentanyl patches, and a box of oxycodone for your neighbor as well before jumping out of the truck to get as far away from the shipment as possible. “And someone find me the fucking Milkovich boys! Got a Gertie job for those fucking psychopaths.” You shouted over your shoulder as you headed out of the building. The meds went into a secured box in the floorboard under your seat, and you threw your gloves in the glove box before heading home to drop off Gertrude’s meds.

Machine Gun Kelly blared through the speakers of your pick up and you casually smoked a cigarette as if you weren’t sitting on thousands of dollars of stolen medications. You took the long way home, wanting to just enjoy the air conditioner in your truck, as your thoughts drifted to the crazy Omega that showed up at your door. You had dealt with Terry enough times at the Alibi to know he was the reason behind Mickey’s self hatred. That and the rest of the crazy Milkovich family. Typically, you’d just wash your hands of it, but you knew that there would be no way you could. Not now, not that you got a taste of your Omega… who was actually sitting on your front steps when you pulled in to the grass parking lot beside your house.

“You’re back.” You called out as you got out of the truck and opened your lock box.

“Fuck you.” You huffed as you grabbed Gertie’s meds, and left Mickey’s where they were.

“You know, I’m starting to wonder if you know any other fucking insults, ‘mega…”

“Don’t!” He snapped as you started heading next door. “Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Oh, I’ll fucking call you anything I Goddamn please.” You chuckled as you hopped the fence. “Stay there. I got a fucking job for you.” You heard his scoff as you knocked on the door and let yourself in to your neighbor’s. “Gertie? It’s (Y/N)!”

“Back here.” She croaked as loudly as she could from the old dining room that you refashioned into her bedroom almost a year ago. You smiled broadly at the sweet Omega, that was the closet thing you had left to family, in her bed and showed her the boxes in your hand.

“Hi gorgeous. How’s my main girl?”

“Oh, stop.” She giggled as you bent down to kiss her forehead. “You could do so much better than me, young man.”

“Who said I want better than you, huh?” She blushed as you sat down on her bed and started opening up the med boxes. “I got you more pain patches. And I grabbed all your meds…”

“Oh, sweetheart.” She cooed as she gently touched your arm in thanks. “You are too good for me.”

“Here, take these.” You said as you poured out her meds from the med box on her bedside table. “So I can refill them.”

“My daughter is coming later…”

“Yea, well I’m here now, sweetheart.” She rolled her eyes at you, making you smirk, as she took her pills. “There’s a girl. Now, you just sit back and relax for me, OK?”

“You are just a pain.”

“I know.” You laughed as you put a new pain patch on her left shoulder, took off the old one, and checked her water cooler to see how full it was. You grabbed the three empty jugs, and headed out the front door where Mickey had been joined by his brother. “Hey! I need these filled within an hour. At the fucking grocery store, not outta some Goddamn hose, and I want a fucking receipt.”

“What, you think I look like some Goddamn errand boy?” Mickey shouted back.

“Yea, you fucking look like my Goddamn errand boy, bitch! Now get your fucking ass over here and do what I fucking asked before I beat your fucking ass and still make you fucking do it!” You knew only he could hear the slight hint of Alpha in your tone, but you were at least respectful enough not to out his status in front of his idiot brothers. You pulled out a twenty from your wallet and held it out to him as his brothers came over and grabbed the empty jugs off the porch. “Make it fucking quick.” You could hear Mickey grind his teeth together as he snatched the money from you, but you simply walked back inside to finish what you needed. 

“They just get more disrespectful, don’t they?” She asked as you sat down at the small card table in the corner of the room.

“Who, the street thugs?”

“Omegas.” You cocked your eyebrow at her and glanced up as she simply shook her head. “I know that tone. Any Omega knows that tone.”

“Yea, well he’s a stubborn fucker, that’s for sure.” She nodded her head and muted her TV to chat a while while you worked.

“You kids these days have it so hard.” She started with a sad shake of her head. “In my day, it was much easier. There was no suppressing who you were, no hiding from your mate. If you matched, you matched for life. Man, woman- it didn’t matter. But today that’s all that seems to matter.”

“Especially in the South side.” You pointed out as you filled row after row of pill boxes one pill bottle at a time.

“You have an old soul though, (Y/N). I’ve seen some of the Betas and the Omegas that walk through your door. You get it.”

“Yea, well I’m one of a fucking kind.” She huffed and nodded as you smiled up at her while moving on to the next bottle. 

“That you are, my dear. That you are. So tell me about this one?”

“Not much to tell just yet.” You sighed. “He’s got a laundry list of issues and thankfully for him, I got a lot of fucking patience. Suppressants or not, Omegas can only hold out so long when they meet their mate.”

“Waiting makes the heart grow fonder.” She said as she scooted down in bed and carefully rolled onto her side as the fentanyl started to kick in. “Be gentle with him, Alpha. He’s just scared.”

“I know, Gert. I’ve got time.” She nodded her head and closed her eyes to take a nap as you finished up with her meds. The half full bottles went into a fireproof safe in the basement and the pill boxes were put back into place on her bedside table so she could reach them. You washed her dishes, emptied her bedside commode, and tossed a load of laundry in the wash for her daughter just as Mickey came back with the water jugs. “I’m not done with you, but your brothers can go.” You said as you grabbed two of the jugs and gestured him in with your head. “All the way to the back. Keep quiet, she’s sleeping.” Mickey looked up at you, confused as you headed through the living room toward the kitchen.

“Just go.” He said to his brothers as he picked up the third jug and followed you. He stumbled the slightest bit when he saw the elderly woman in the bed, and you glanced over at him.

“Her name’s Gertie. She’s got cancer. I take care of her during the day and her daughter takes care of her at night.” You grabbed the last jug from him and set it with the rest before pulling up her blankets and turning off the TV. “I want you off those shitty street suppressants. You wanna stay on them, you get your shit from me.”

“And who the fuck do you think you are?” He snapped as you put Gertie’s cell phone, and her water cup on the rolling bedside table in front of her. 

“You really want me to answer that fucking question again?” You growled as you stood up and pushed him toward the door. “I’m obviously the only person in the fucking world that you can’t fucking hide from, and the only fucking person you secretly don’t wanna fucking hide from.” He surprisingly stayed silent as you closed Gertie’s front door and locked the metal screen door so no one could break in and steal from her. You headed back over to your truck and grabbed his suppressants before heading up your steps and into your house with him on your heels.

“Look, I fucking get fighting who you are. I see that shit day in and day out on the fucking streets. But you, fortunately or unfortunately have me as an Alpha. So, you’re off those shit suppressants and you take these instead.” You handed him a single months worth and set the rest of the box down on your couch. “You come to me once a month and stock up so I can make sure you’re OK. And other than that, you wanna keep fucking Angie or whatever other beta skanks you stumble upon to try to fight your gay off…”

“I’m not fucking gay.”

“You go right on ahead believing that shit, ‘mega.” You said with a shake of your head as you sat down on your couch and grabbed your cigarettes from your pocket. “But you won’t be buying that shit from the streets anymore. You’ll be cut off by sundown. So you will either need to check in, or admit you’re an Omega and go to a doctor. I got time for you to figure it out; it doesn’t affect me for shit. I got a whole fucking line up of Omegas that would die to be on my fucking dick.”

“Don’t…” He started but quickly shut up when his brain caught up to what he was going to say.

“Don’t what?” You asked as you rested your elbows on your knees. “Don’t call you an Omega? Don’t talk about fucking other Omegas? Or don’t fuck other people at all while you sit and hang me on a fucking hook?”

“I don’t need this shit!” He shouted as he flung the box toward you. “I’m doing just fucking fine…”

“You walk out that fucking door and you are signing your fucking death warrant.” He roared and punched the wall, leaving a giant hole in the plywood and plaster that you would have to make someone patch up later.

“Fuck you!” You nodded your head and picked up the box off the floor.

“See you next month, Omega.” He stormed over and grabbed the box out of your hand before stomping out of your home like a petulant child. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your cell phone to find someone to fix your fucking wall and to find someone else to take your frustration out on.

——

“Lemme ask you somethin. What would you have done if Tara’d giving you the run around when you first met her?” Jax looked over at you as you did bicep curls on and with stolen gym equipment in the shed in your back yard.

“The fuck kinda question is that?”

“The fucking kind that not only doesn’t leave this fucking shed but that I want a fucking answer for. You got a fucking problem with that?” You dropped the dumbbell in your hand on the padded floor and looked over at him with your eyebrow raised, daring him to challenge you on the matter.

“Honestly?” He sighed as he sat down on the bench press bench with a shrug. “Not a fucking clue. Why, what’s up?”

“Stumbled upon my fucking Omega by chance.” You started as you picked up your 30 pound weight with your other hand. “But fucker’s so far in the Goddamn closet, I don’t know how he can see the fucking light five inches in front of his fucking face.”

“Anyone I know?”

“Wouldn’t fucking tell you one way or another.” You said with a shake of your head. “But I know, he knows whose fucking bed he belongs in. He just wants to fucking fight for the sake of being fucking defiant.”

“So put your fucking foot down.” Jax said as he racked the bench press bar, and sat up to look at you.

“What, and be that fucking Alpha? Fuck that. I may be a fucking tool, but I’ve got some fucking semblance of respect for the fairer class.”

“Look, I honestly don’t know what to fucking tell you here.” He said with a shake of his head. “My Omega bowed down the second she found me. I don’t know any other Omega’s that haven’t done the same thing. ’s’far as I know, you’re the first one with a stubborn Omega.”

“Seems par to fucking course.” You said as you put the dumbbell back on the rack and got up to do some pull ups. “I wouldn’t be slinging fucking meds if shit went fucking easy in my Goddamn life.”

“Oh, come on, man.” Jax laughed as you grabbed a 45 pound plate and a weight belt on your way out of the shed. “You know you’d be bored as fuck had you actually done something fucking productive with your life.”

“Yea, probably.” You finished strapping the weight to your waist and glanced out toward the street to see Mickey heading away from your porch. You whistled loudly, and waited for him to turn around before shaking your head to call him toward you and jumping up to grab the bar above your head. “You need to head out.”

“Huh?”

“Out. Now.” Jax looked over at you and shook his head as he got up and put his weight down on the rack.

“I’ll pick up the collection.” He sighed on the way out the back where he parked his truck in the alley. You nodded your head and kept counting your reps, watching Mickey like a hawk as he peeked into your shed and dipped inside. Once in the safety of the box, he physically relaxed, sat down, and watched you finish.

“It been a month already?” You asked as you held yourself up in place for a few seconds.

“Needed a place to go.” With a sigh, you lowered yourself to dangle and dropped to the ground.

“Cops?” He shook his head and ran his hand across his short, brown hair. You used the weight plate to lift his chin and waited for him to give you a real answer.

“Ok, I just wanted to fucking see you.” You nodded your head and tossed the plate in the air to shift your grip on it so you could put it away.

“Angie quit putting out?”

“I… I wouldn’t know.”

“Acceptance?” You smirked when he stayed silent and grabbed your nearly empty water jug off the floor. “Lets go then, ‘mega. I need a fucking shower before we head over to Gertie’s.”

“We?” He said as he got up and followed you out of the shed.

“We.” You repeated. “You may be a fucking thug, but you’re with me and you will respect the fucking elders of this fucking community. That’s my fucking job, and as my fucking Omega, you will follow that path. Respect the elders, keep dicks in line, and beat the shit outta anyone that you fucking want to. I don’t give a fuck all otherwise.”

“You act like we’re fuckin’ together or some shit.”

“I’m gunna let that one slide.” You stopped in front of your washer and stripped out of your sweaty gym clothes. You could hear Mickey’s jaw drop behind you, which made you smirk as you turned around to look at him. “Come here.” He dragged his eyes up your body and took a hesitant step forward but two hesitant steps back. “Mickey. Come here.” With a heavy sigh, he closed the distance and stopped right in front of you. “Close your eyes.”

“The fuck am I gunna…”

“Close your eyes!” You barked. When he did, you reached out and grabbed his hand. “Stop thinking so fucking much.” You placed his hand on your chest and slid it down slowly, watching his face for every subtle reaction he was going to give. He stiffened even harder when his fingertips touched his cock, but you pushed him a little farther to wrap his fingers around your length. “Treat it like it’s your own.” You said as you reached up with your free hand and cupped the back of his head. You let out a tiny grunt and curled your hand on the back of his neck, which apparently was just what he needed.

“Like that?” He asked as he started to stroke a little harder.

“Just like that, baby boy. Just like that.” You nodded your head and tilted your head to kiss his neck but he actually turned toward you and captured your lips with his. He pushed you back against your washer and got a little more dominant, which you were more than happy to let happen until he really found his footing. You gave him the lead, letting him silently tell you how far and how fast he was willing to go, which apparently was a lot farther than you expected.

“Alpha… Fuck me.” You wasted zero time spinning him around and pinning him to the washer. He scrambled to get his jeans undone as you yanked off his shirts and tossed them on the floor. When he got his pants around his ankles, his arousal dripped down his legs, and you moaned at the sight.

“Fuck, Mickey. Goddamn you are one handsome son of a bitch.” You bent down long enough to bite his ass before bending him over and sliding the head of your cock in his tight hole. He swore loudly and you shushed him gently with a nod of your head. “Easy… breathe, Mick.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to fucking breathe… FUCK!”

“Yea, that’s how your supposed to fucking breathe.” You huffed with a smile as you pulled your hips back and slowly pushed them forward again. You stretched him out inch by inch, loving every little noise he made. You cut him a break at half way and instead picked up the pace.

“More.” He growled as he clawed at the lid of the washer.

“I’ll fucking ruin you.” You promised as you reached forward and laced your hand with his.

“Do it.” He said as he turned to the side to look at you. “Do it.”

“Fuckin’ shit… you are killin’ me.” He moaned and pushed his hips back toward you, and you could feel the desperation seeping from his soul.

“Alpha…”

“Goddamn it.” You let go of his hand, grabbed his hips, and pushed your cock all the way in. He screamed and came on the spot, as his ass spasmed and tried to adjust to the stretch. His legs started to twitch as he laid his upper body down on the cool washer and nodded.

“(Y/N), please.”

“Hang on, Omega.” His eyes rolled back into his head as you picked up the punishing pace you wanted; the animalistic Alpha slipping all the way in to the forefront of your mind and taking what it wanted from the Omega beneath you. He reached back and grabbed your wrist, tightly, and it took you a moment of looking into the blue eyes staring back at you after the second time he came for you to realize that this moment was the closest Mickey Milkovich had ever gotten to another human being. “Fuck… alright, hold on.”

“No… no, please.” He whined as you pulled out of him, which you instantly regretted doing.

“Patience, baby boy. We’re just going upstairs.” He nodded his head and let you turn him around to head into the living room. You smacked his ass as he headed up the stairs and smiled at his scowl as he looked over his shoulder.

“Fuck you.”

“That a promise?” Your smile grew at the sight of his, and you playfully pushed him down on your bed. “Get that ass up.” 

“You want this ass up?” He teased as he spread his legs out across the bed so that he was flat. “That what you want?”

“You’re pushing buttons, Omega.” You warned as you stroked your length slowly. “Better get that ass up.”

“Or what? Big bad Alpha gunna show me what he’s made of?” You reached out and spanked him as hard as you could, which sent a shiver up his spine, and made slick pour from his ass, and his dick throb on the bed.

“Present, Omega.” You demanded as you kneeled down behind him. He groaned and complied  instantly, adding in a small wiggle of his hips as he gripped your metal headboard tightly. “Oh, you are a fucking smart ass, baby.” You smirked and bent over him to nip at his ear lobe. “I’m gunna have to fuck that sass right out of you, aren’t I?”

“Fuckin’ try it.” Your smirk grew as you sat up and pushed his ass down to where you wanted it.

“Oh, I fucking will.” His back arched toward the bed and he moaned, gutturally as you slid yourself back until you bottomed out. You picked up the same punishing pace, pulling every single little noise that you could out of your Omega as you pulled him higher, and higher toward oblivion. Sweat dripped down your chest as you tried your damnedest to make sure Mickey’s first knot would be magical but fuck if he was making it hard. His body was damn near close to perfect and his whimpers went straight to your cock, making your knot swell more and more with every pump. You wanted to hold out longer, you really did, but fuck if he didn’t have the tightest ass you had ever had.

“You want my fuckin’ knot, baby?” You growled as you gripped his hips tighter. “Wanna take your first knot? Feel it split this fucking perfect ass open?” 

“Please…” He nodded frantically and started to beg, incoherently. He found your eyes again and his face contorted with his next orgasm, and you forced your knot in to feel him come around you. Mickey tensed and almost instantly went limp and you sighed and shook your head.

“Oh, baby boy. What the fuck am I gunna do with you?” As carefully as you could, you laid the two of you down on your side and wrapped your arms around his chest. You softly started calling his name as you leaned back and grabbed your cigarettes and the small fan you had on your bedside table. “Hey, Mick, come back to me.”

“The fuck?”

“Hey, there he is.” You kissed the back of his head and lit a cigarette for the pair of you to split. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

“Fuck happened?”

“You passed out. From the pain, or the orgasms, I’m not quite sure.”

“Holy shit.” You nodded your head and held the cigarette in front of his face. He gripped your hand with his shaking hand and brought the butt down to his lips. You kissed his shoulder and very gently brushed your fingertips across his stomach as he exhaled and let his hand fall back onto the bed. You took a long drag of the smoke and leaned behind you to grab an ashtray as Mickey reached down and held your arm to his chest. “Did you always know you were gay?”

“I did not.” You told him as you set the ashtray down in front of him and ashed the cigarette in your hand before holding it up for him again. “I didn’t realize it until I presented. And at that point, I was just a horny fucking teenager with a huge cock and endless opportunities on where I could put it.”

“You’re the first Alpha I’ve been with.” You nodded your head and kissed his shoulder, reassuringly.

“I know. And I know that that terrifies you. I know that you are fighting an entire lifetime of homophobia from your piece of shit pop, who tried to beat my ass for being gay not to long ago in the can. I know that you can’t accept what you are just yet outside the walls of this house and that’s OK. I’m not asking you to move fucking mountains, Mickey. You wanna come here and be who you truly are for a couple hours a day, please. Feel free. My house is your house as far as I’m concerned. But there is an end game here. You are my Omega and one day, I will put my mark on this pretty little neck of yours. Won’t be today, won’t be tomorrow, and it damn sure won’t be until you are ready. But you have to accept who you really are first. And you have to love yourself despite what the people around you think. Shit, you think I have an easy time running the streets when I swing both ways?” He shook his head before taking one last drag of your cigarette so you could put it out.

“Why’d you have to let me in to your house?”

“Would you prefer I let those two fucks beat you to death?”

“Obviously.”

“Oh, well excuse me, mother fucker. Next time you go running past my fucking house, I’ll make sure to trip you so they can catch up faster.” He tried to elbow you in the side but you were too close and your arm was on top of his. “I’ll warn you now, you don’t wanna jar this fucking knot outta your ass or your gunna know the true fucking definition of pain.”

“Fuck you… I’m fucking cold.”

“Alright, don’t wiggle, don’t clench.”

“Don’t… whoa, don’t fucking do that!” You smirked as you hugged him closer to you and used your leg to pull the blanket closer to you again.

“Hey, you were bitching about being cold.” You spread the blanket over both of you and moved the ashtray out of the way as Mickey snuggled into your arm under his pillow. “Better?”

“Better.” With one more nod, you laid your head down on the pillow behind him and sighed.

“Get some sleep, baby boy. I gotta go over and check on Gertie and make sure she eats and takes her pills.”

“Such a fucking do-gooder.”

“Fuck you, go to sleep.”

Part 3

[marshmallow-phd]

The Experiments

Genre: Sci-Fi, Thriller, Experiment AU

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Exo (????)

Summary: You were a med school graduate who just wanted to help research cures for the world. Instead, what you got was a dream job at EXO Applied Sciences. That is, until you discover the secrets of Level Sixty-Six and the nine inhabitants that are stored down there….

Warning: none

Part:  1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I 16 I 17 I 18 I 19 I 20 I 21 I 22 I 23 I Final

When his lips met yours, you almost didn’t realize it. They were so hesitant, ghosting over your mouth that at first you wondered if he’d changed his mind at the last minute. But then he added pressure, with one hand leaving your jaw to pull you in closer by the small of your back. Your heart beat erratically against your chest and you just knew he feel it too. As his lips caressed yours, you could feel his desperation for you, going from soft and sweet to needy and passionate.

Without warning, all ten of his fingers left their stations, grasped your highs under the curve of your butt and hoisted you up, letting your legs naturally wrap around his waist and rest on his hips. The gasp from being suddenly airborne opened your mouth just enough to invite him in. Your own hands got lost in his hair as his explored your curves. The impact of your back hitting the wall forced what little air you had remaining from your lungs.

Scared the noise might cause someone to come investigate, you broke off the kiss - still clinging to Junmyeon - and stared at the door, waiting for a knock or intruder. When no one came, he pulled you back into the kiss. His fingers moved to your hips, playing with the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath to meet your back head on. Their softness tickled at your sensitive skin, getting a giggle out of you. You felt him smile at your reaction against your lips.

Releasing your back from the wall, he carried you over to the bed and laid you down gently. Your hands were now gone from his hair and curled into fists, locking his thin shirt within your fingers. Junmyeon lied on top of you and left no space between your bodies as you desperately clung to each. His lips leaving their main focus, he started a trail from your jaw, down your neck, and to your collarbone. Every other kiss would be accompanied by a little snip of his sharp teeth. Not hard enough to leave a lasting mark, but just enough to create a moan in your throat. You swallowed each one back, fearful that someone might hear.

Junmyeon trailed his fingers down your side. They landed on the back of your thigh and as he brought his lips back to yours, he hiked your leg so it wrapped around his hips.

A small part of you was warning you to stop. That this wasn’t the time or place for this. But you didn’t want to let him go. You didn’t want to lose this complete feeling of happiness or being wanted. He knew your history - every little dark secret - and yet he wanted you. He wanted you to stay with him. His embrace felt like home, a concept you haven’t understood in a very long time.

So, you didn’t stop him, even as his fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt playfully and then yanked up, exposing your stomach. The two of you had just sat up and were beginning to pull away so the flimsy nuisance could be removed when your bedroom door opened.

“(y/n), are you in–”

You shoved Junmyeon away from you with enough force that he bounced off your bed and onto the floor. It might have even been comical under different circumstances. Yixing stood in the door way, his head the only thing peeking in through the crack. His eyes were wide at what he’d walked in on. Blush bloomed on his cheeks, looking away as you readjusted your shirt.

You sighed, just accepting the current scenario. “Yes, Yixing?”

He cleared his throat, looking over at Junmyeon, who was sitting on the floor with his face in his hands. “Luhan asked for all of us down in the living room.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Be right there.”

The poor thing started to close the door when Junmyeon jumped up.

“Yixing?”

Yixing popped back in. “Don’t worry, hyung. I won’t say anything.”

A small smile was barely visible on Junmyeon’s face. “Thank you.”

The door shut with a small click. You flopped down on your back with a whimpering groan.

Junmyeon sat down beside you. “It could have been worse.”

Sitting up, you threw him a look. “‘Could have been worse?’ How could that have been worse?”

Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, he chuckled. “It could have been Baekhyun or Jongdae. Neither of them can keep a secret. Yixing won’t tell anyone.”

Your fingers intertwined in your lap in an almost painful way as you stared down at them, but you couldn’t break them apart.

“I think we should pump the breaks a bit for now,” you whispered. “Pick things back up when we get to the headquarters and things settle down.”

Junmyeon placed his hand over yours and gave you a feather-light kiss on your cheek. “I can wait.”

Standing up, you straightened your clothing and motioned for the door. “Come on. I don’t think we should miss this meeting.”

Everyone else was already settled in the living room when the two of you arrived. All the seats on the couch were taken as well as both recliners. Junmyeon settled with the floor, squeezing in between the couch and coffee table. Luhan was standing in front of the fire place with an empty table chair next to him. He patted the seat when he spotted your entrance. Curious eyes followed you as you took the seat. You leaned forward with your elbows resting on your knees.

The only person who wasn’t looking at you was Yixing, who’d found the pillow in his lap a little too interesting.

Luhan glanced down at you. “Well, (y/n), do you want to start or should I?”

You waved for him to go ahead.

A large smile spread across his face. “Guys, we’re getting out of here!”

Cheers and woops erupted from the crowd. The boys were high-fiving, clapping, slapping each other on the back. You’d never seen such bright faces among them. It was infectious. You couldn’t help but smile along.

“When?” Sehun asked. His eagerness couldn’t be contained. All he wanted was to see the outside world, having been too young when he was brought it.

“Tuesday,” Luhan answered.

Taking that as your que, you stood up. “That gives us two days to prepare. I want you guys to go ahead and pack what you can tonight that way if plans change, we can leave on a moment’s notice. Luhan?” You turned to your well of information. “How far is the headquarters?”

“It’s about a six hour drive from here,” he replied. “About half an hour away we’ll meet a small infantry group that will escort us the rest of the way.”

Not what you were hoping, but not too bad either. “Okay. We’ve got enough gas for that. I’ll just need to refill the SUV. We’ll travel slow, leave at dawn. And we’ll have to pack as much food as we can without weighing us down too much so we don’t have to make any stops. Lord knows you guys only stay full for so long.”

“Years of small portions,” Baekhyun joked.

Shaking your head and trying not to laugh, you turned to Luhan. “I’m assuming you know how to get there from here?”

“Of course,” he scoffed. “How do you think I got here?”

“Good,” you replied, ignoring his cockiness. At least he was confident. This evacuation had been long overdue and you wished you could leave tonight instead.

The boys were particularly chatty that night after the meeting, talking excitedly about what they could do once they were free and how tough the transition courses could be.

But one person in particular didn’t seem as elated at the prospect as the others.

Kyungsoo was quiet during the meeting and throughout dinner. His face held that same blank expression that plagued him the entire time you’d known him. With the sun setting in the horizon and the kitchen cleaned up, you noticed Kyungsoo slip away. Being nosy and wanting to make sure that everyone was concentrated for the move, you followed him.

Thinking he was being sneaky, he slipped into the office. As quietly as you could, you followed him in there and closed the door behind you.

It felt like your old sessions again. Kyungsoo had squished himself into the reading nook’s corner, facing away from you and pretending that you didn’t exist. Without waiting for an invitation, you sat down across from him.

He kept staring out the window. You stayed silent.

“I thought we were done with the therapy?” he asked suddenly, his voice so soft that you almost missed it.

“I never said this was a session,” you pointed out. “However, you’ll probably be talking to an actual professional at the headquarters. They’ll most likely use that as an assessment to know if you’re ready. Opening up to them might not be a bad idea.”

“I don’t need other people to dissect my head,” he snapped, still looking at the sun disappearing behind the trees. “I’ve been cut open enough.”

You sighed, scooting closer to him and not missing his flinching away from you. “Kyungsoo, I understand. You’re scared you might hurt someone. But you’ve been living in this house and been perfectly fine.”

“I can’t hurt the others like I can hurt you,” he corrected. He was right, but the boys weren’t invincible either.

“Okay,” you agreed, “but you can control it. I know you can. Don’t you want to see the world? Be a part of it? Maybe settle down and have a family?”

Finally, his eyes met yours. They were filled with self-hatred and torture. “No one wants to settle down with a monster.”

Not thinking, you reached out to him and grasped his hand. He yanked away at the contact, letting your hand just fall on the cushion.

“First of all, you’re not a monster. And I’m getting real sick and tired of that world. And second of all, you don’t know that’s true, Kyungsoo, that someone won’t love you. You haven’t been out in the world. I have.” You reached for his hand again and this time, he didn’t pull away, instead just letting it lay limply in your grasp. “There is someone out there who will meet you and think you are the sweetest guy they have ever met. And then once they taste your cooking, they won’t ever leave you alone.”

That did it. The corners of his lip twitched upward, ghosting a smile.

“And you know what else?” you continued. “I bet that you will care for them so much that you’ll be in constant control of that amazing strength. You just have to have faith in yourself. You have to trust yourself.”

He nodded, finally understanding. You flicked him on the forehead.

“Ow! What was that for?”

You smirked. “For not listening to me in the first place. Imagine if you’d actually talked to me back in the lab.”

He glared at you with the look that could send Chanyeol cowering. On you, however, it didn’t work.

“Nice try,” you deadpanned.

He shrugged, the glare melting away. “It was worth a try.”

You laughed and got to see for the first time a large, heart-shaped smile from the quiet superman.

[of-another-broken-heart]

Right then. 

I did manage to sleep, very briefly. I woke up with my original alarm at... 11:45. Then took two 15-minute snoozes, so I got out of bed at 12:15 and hustled to get kinda-sorta presentable. AKA, I took off the sweatshirt I’ve been wearing for the past week or so, put on an actual shirt and my gray sweater poncho thing, and smeared some deodorant in my pits. Oh, and brushed my hair. 

There was a pretty significant car accident on my way to my appointment. I counted at least 4 cars that weren’t police vehicles there, two of which seemed damaged. It looked a lot like someone rear-ended another car. There was all manner of debris in the road, and the incoming traffic lane was completely blocked off with traffic being diverted down a side-street to take a meandering path into town, instead. The lane I was in was thankfully unobstructed, so I didn’t suffer any delay. 

I got to the office a bit early, actually. My appointment was pretty short and pleasant. My psychiatrist let me know she thought I “looked” better. I’ve been thinking about what to say and how to describe my experience on this medication so far, for at least a week, so I “performed” that well. I don’t know how I feel about being told I “looked” better. On one hand... yay, I guess? On the other hand, I don’t want my actual feedback dismissed just because the pieces of clothing I tossed on today made me “look” better or something. 

I set up another follow-up with my psychiatrist. Supposed to be a 2-week follow-up, but the next opening was actually in 3 weeks. Between that and anticipated inclement weather, my psychiatrist went ahead and put through a refill order for me, so I won’t end up without meds before I see her again. 

I have actual therapy on the 28th as my next appointment, and the 31st is my next psychiatrist follow-up. 

I still need to go have my blood drawn for the repeat tests my doctor wants done. I’ve been meaning and trying to do that nearly every day this week, but things haven’t panned out yet. Right now is actually a good time, but... I just finished eating a big lunch. So that’ll screw with at least one of the test results she wants done. 

That big lunch was a foot long sub! My aunt gave me a giftcard for Subway that she claimed she wouldn’t use anyway - it had been some sort of secret santa or raffle prize during the holidays at one of her jobs. She gave it to me before I left her place last time. 

Going from my healthcare facility to Subway was not a great cruise. I didn’t use my GPS today, so I best-guessed my way from point A to point B. Thankfully, that panned out. There were some hellish drivers on the way, though. I was genuinely scared I was going to get t-boned at one point, because a car just started pulling out of a restaurant parking lot, towards/into me - in the midst of other traffic, it’s not like I was the only one on the road! - before I had even got in front of them. I was in the actual road/traffic - which you’re supposed to yield to, when pulling out of a parking lot with no traffic light of its own. I swerved a bit into the shared center turn lane, to be safe, because they were seriously fucking close to my vehicle, and slowed down so I wasn’t careening wildly and frightening other drivers- 

And that was a good thing! Because another vehicle had decided to pull out across traffic in front of me from the other side of the road, with basically no wiggle room between it and me, or it and the upcoming traffic roundabout. 

So I came to a complete stop, straddled over the line separating my traffic lane from the shared center turn lane, waiting for this fresh new hazardous dipshit to merge into traffic already so we can all get on with our lives. 

A vicious point of irony, I think, is that this happened within 100 feet of a hospital. I can’t help but wonder how many of the patients in there are harmed right the fuck outside its doors because people are in too much of a goddamned rush to, I dunno, follow traffic law and avoid collisions or something. 

THEN, I finally get to the shopping complex that has a Subway in it, and the nearby parking is pretty packed... but I see a spot that doesn’t have a car shadow being cast from it, so I roll my way over - only for some fuck in a Jeep to do a pull-through, forcing me to dodge a bunch of aimless pedestrians who don’t know what the fuck the sidewalk is, and an armored bank van, just so I can swing back and try a different aisle of the parking lot. 

I ended up parking twice as far as necessary and angrily stomping my way through half the lot in the freezing wind (it was literally 32ºF/0ºC) just so my car was alone and less likely to get victimized by the disastrous imbeciles out in force today... 

There was a line inside, but that was no big deal. It let me cool my briefly flared temper and look at the menu and prices. I’m a Dirty Poor(TM) so familiarity with food place’s menus is not a thing I’ve got. They still had my favorite bread (Italian Herb & Cheese) and all the fixin’s for my favorite build-your-own sandwich, so I waited my turn and got turkey and provolone (toasted) topped with shredded lettuce and red onions and black olives, glued together with a drizzle of ranch. The ranch was a new addition - I don’t usually bother with any dressing on this sandwich. But it was a treat today, so I went for it. And I opted to do a combo, so I got a lil bag of chips and a fountain soda, too. 

I get to the register to complete my order, though, and some uppity self-important nurse from the hospital barges in, cuts the entire line, and interrupts the cashier to demand she be tended to immediately, because “you guys screwed up my veggie sub.” She gives the guy a brief verbal lashing, then graciously agreed to let him finish my in-progress transaction. 

Her replacement sandwich was ready and waiting, because she’d apparently got her sandwich already and took it all the way back to the hospital without bothering to check it, even though she “doesn’t have time” to come back for this replacement... So she called to complain and demand both a replacement sandwich and a full refund because she had to come back. Like... holy fucking hell. If I’d been behind that counter, I would’ve been sobbing. That lady was a nightmare. And also wrong, because the wretched demon with such highly valuable time should’ve taken the two goddamn seconds required to check her fucking order for mistakes. Seriously, I don’t even know anyone who takes their McDonald’s DRIVE-THRU orders without checking that the stuff is all correct! How are you going to be so pressed for time that you order-ahead a sub sandwich, use your whole lunch break to go pick it up (this is bullshit btw, even in heavy traffic it takes about 5 minutes to get from the hospital to this Subway, and this entitled witch definitely was the sort that got a full hour paid lunch), and not check the fucking order??? 

I got out of there as fast as I could, but I’d heard that whole ordeal from start to finish because the gift card my aunt gave me turned out only to have $10 on it, and my order came to about $12, so I had to fish out a few dollars, then put the change away, then fill up my fountain soda (which is located a whole 18 inches from the register...)

I got home fine. The accident I’d passed driving out seemed to be totally tidied up - I didn’t see any debris, and the cluster of flashing lights was gone - but I took the back roads home anyway, just to be safe and avoid the potentially worse drivers/road hazards. 

I settled right down and ate that sandwich, and it was glorious. 

Now I’m full and happy about it, and I was going to try to nap, but instead I typed this novel, and now there’s only 45 minutes until it’s med time... 

I’m going to lay down for a bit anyway. I might get a few actual minutes of sleep in, but if not, it’ll be some rest to help me get through the remainder of the day, at least.