#omega I love you but please stop with your plans if they put you in danger

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

… So I just watched the two episodes of Bad Batch and I… I need some time to process that last episode, not just the content of it but what it means for the future of the last 4 episodes

[scar-lie]

Omega Pt. 15 {Natasha}

Summary : Just you and your Alpha being sweet

Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Fem ! Reader

Warning : None other than cuteness

Word count : 1,807

{OMEGA PT. 14} {OMEGA PT. 15} {OMEGA PT. 16}

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“Nat? Can I borrow you for a few minutes? ”Tony asked when he came in to your room.

"Yeah,” Natasha kisses your forehead, then comes with Tony to one of the meeting rooms where Fury and Maria were, making Natasha frown.

“If you're giving me an emergency mission, I’m sorry, but I'm not going to take it,” Natasha quickly said when she saw them.

“No, we’re not going to give you an emergency mission; don’t worry,” Maria said, giving her a small smile, then extending the brown folder.

“Then what is this? ”Natasha then opened the folder, reading and analyzing every detail in the folder.

“All the information we needed was from the person in charge of the commotion this morning, and—” Maria stopped and looked in fury for him to continue the sentence.

“And we also suspect that this person is the one who’s responsible for attacking Y/N right before you found her.” Natasha quickly stopped reading and looked up at them with wide eyes, shocked until her eyes painted anger and hatred, wanting to kill this person on the file.

“All the information? ”Natasha then read again the file; she’s more invested than before, wanting to study every detail of this person so she could plan the very excruciating pain she’ll do to him.

“That’s all.” With the conformation by Fury, she quickly turned around, closing the file.

“Thank you.” With that, she’s off to your room again, sitting close to you while she reads the files and does research on him while she waits for you to wake up.

“Nat? Nat? "Natasha got woken up when she felt a cold hand on her cheek. She jolted, looking around.

“Y/N? ”Then she looked at you, sitting in your bed with a smile on your face.

"Hi,” you rasp, and Natasha notices how raspy and dry your voice is, so she quickly hands you a bottle of water with a straw.

“Hi, drink up; you needed it,” she smiles back. Sitting on your bed, she then puts her hand on your forehead while you're sipping your water, making you frown and look at her confused.

“What? ”Natasha asked with those cute wondering eyes, so you put your drink on your bedside table, then took her hand that’s going to check your temperature on your neck.

“I’m fine, don’t worry...anyways.” You look around the room, finding none of your pups.

“Where are the pups? ”She then pulled you a little bit to sit behind you, and she pulled your body against her front, making you sigh in relief and comfort.

“Wanda and Yelena wanted aunt time, so they are probably spoiling them with affection.” You nodded and got comfortable in her embrace. Then you saw a folder sitting on your bedside table, so you reached for it.

“What’s this? ”Before you could open the folder, Natasha carefully and delicately took it in your hand, putting it back.

“It’s nothing you have to worry about; it’s just some stupid report.” You sat up and twisted your body to look at her with a frown.

“Then why aren’t you taking care of it? You hate stupid reports. Let me see.” Before you could take the folder again, Natasha stopped you and pulled you back into her, resting her chin on your shoulder while hugging you from the back and sniffing your scent.

“I’ll take care of it later, but for now, I want to cuddle with you.” She then kissed your cheek and tightened her hug on you a little.

“But I want to see the pups,” you pouted, looking at her, and she chuckled when she looked up.

“Ok, stay here; you still need to rest a bit; I’ll get the pups." She kissed your forehead and headed out with the folder.

You smile and rest your back on the head board. You love this side of her that you're only seeing now, and there’s still part of you that doesn’t want to believe it’s real or that this is just temporary, that sooner or later she will run away again and leave you behind with the pups.

Did you expect it? Yes, cause you believe that this will end at some point. After all, she’s Natasha Romanoff. You don’t expect something else or more, but you do know that you’re loving these moments, and you want to cherish them before fate takes them away.

“And here we come! ”Natasha sweetly said while she carried her princess, waving her little hand gently with a smile, then Wanda next, and Yelena doing the same thing, making you chuckle.

“Awwee, how cute! Come to Mommy, cause Mommy missed my little bundle of joys.” You giggle, kissing their foreheads when they sit on your bed.

"Well, Mommy, we missed you too,” Natasha said with her little voice, mimicking a little girl’s voice, so you giggled and took her on Nat’s arm.

"Well, buddy, we will see you later; it’s family time,” Wanda said, putting the pup down beside you, but Yelena paid no attention, planning to stay. But with the stare Wanda gave her, she couldn’t help but look up at her with confusion.

“What? ”She asked, then Wanda pointed to the door, but she just scoffs.

“I’m a family too; you know, witchy, Natasha is my sister,” she said in her thick Russian accent, but Wanda rolled her eyes and took the baby off her and gave it to Natasha.

“Hey, we’re having a nephew and aunt moment,” Yelena whined, but Wanda just dragged her out with her ear, making the blonde whine and cry for the witch to stop.

“Thank you! ”You shouted, and Wanda shouted her welcome.

“Does your aunt’s harass you again, my little one’s, huh? ”Natasha asked, bopping their noses, and you frowned at her.

“What are you talking about, Nat? "She looks up at you with innocent eyes.

“You want me to complain about your aunt’s to Mommy for you, my little one’s?” You playfully roll your eyes when she whispers to them like you can’t hear her, but to be fair, the pups respond to her very well because they make cute little noises.

“Ok, well,” she said, scooping them in her arms and sitting beside me. 

“Well? ”You asked, turning to your right to look at them.

"Well, Aunt Wanda and Aunt Yelena have been harassing them with kisses and pinching their cheeks, but the true crime is that Aunt Yelena keeps biting their cute, chubby thighs and arms, right, my babies? ”You chuckled when they again made noises like they understood what their other mother just said. 

"Oh, didn’t they, huh? ”You act along, then again they make noises, making you cry of happiness internally, so Natasha put them down, even the pups in your hand, and took you in her arms.

“Yes, and aunties even dare to bite their precious cheeks.” You again act, so you gasp, bopping their noses and kissing them.

“How dare they do that to my babies? Don’t worry, Mommy and Momma will take revenge.” Natasha suddenly frozen in her stop and stop caressing the back of your hand that’s been wrapped around you because she’s holding you from behind, so you look back to see if she’s ok.

“Wh-what did you say? "She asked, looking at your eyes. You sigh, thinking this is the end of her act, so you sit up and have a little space between you two.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it.” You give her a tight little smile, and you're growing anxious and uncomfortable, and you don’t want the feeling of it.

“What? No, no, no... I love it; I was just shocked that you wanted me to be their momma—I mean, after what happened, I thought it would take time like years before I earned that title.” She took your hand and kissed it, putting it on her cheek and looking at you.

“I am happy and honored.” You smile at her, and you press your forehead on hers, cherishing this innocent but intimate act.

“I might as well add that Tony keeps squishing their cheeks and kissing them.” You open your eyes, looking up at her and chuckling, but stop when you realize something, and Natasha picks up that you picked up what she said.

“Uhuh, in their faces, I may add.” You sat up and quickly inspected their faces, necks, arms, and just every inch of their little bodies.

“But he has a beard and mustache; they could get rashes or something.” Natasha rubs your arms to calm you down and slowly slides her hand down to yours to stop your inspection.

"Yes, but we made sure they didn’t get anything, so we kept an eye on them; we even got Cho to confirm it.” You sigh in relief, thanking them that they didn’t get rashes from that billionaire; we didn’t even know where that hair went (if you know what I mean). 

“I’m going to kill him,” you mumble, still pissed at what he had done. He can even scratch them, and you have strictly no facial hairs near the baby's skin.

“We will later, but for now, our babies need us,” she said, pointing to them with tired eyes and yawning mouths.

“Ok, feeding time it is,” you mumbled, getting ready to breastfeed them, so Natasha quickly looked away.

“Ok, I’ll give you some privacy.” You frown and take her hand. 

“Stay, I’m just going to breastfeed them, not like I’m going to strip or something, plus you already see it.” She stopped looking at you while thinking and just shrugged.

“Well, whatever, you’re right... and they are beautiful, by the way.” She plopped down on the bed, eyeing your boobs, and you chuckled.

"Can I also get some? I'm hungry to, you know." She gives you puppy eyes, but you glare at her at how vulgar she is.

“Stop it; they can hear you," you said, shaking her head and scrunching her nose.

“Nah, they wouldn’t understand it anyway.” You slap her arm and glare at her.

“Even if you can’t be vulgar around them or any other kids, ok,” you strictly said, giving her the ‘end of discussion’ look and raising an eyebrow.

“Ok, I’m sorry,” she mumbled, afraid of you.

She watched you feed them until they fell asleep, so Natasha took them to their bassinets to let them sleep comfortably, as did you.

And about Tony, well, he learned his lesson after hearing yours and Pepper's lecture. Let’s just say that he spent a couple of thousand gifts to Pepper, you, and mostly to the babies, and he even slept on the couch for the night.

And as he promised, he did shave his facial hair in order to win his intrusive thoughts and satisfy his baby fever phase.

@ahintofchaos @rosea-reginae @marvelogic

[mythicmanuscripts]

BESTIE OMG OMG I LOVE OMEGA!AEMOND SO CAN I ASK FOR MORE PLEASE??? LIKE HOW IS HE WHEN HE’S IN HEAT?????? <33333

I'm so glad to see how we're all obsessed with omega!aemond

So sure, let's discuss omega!aemond in heat, as always because I know this isnt everyone's cup of tea I'll put a cut in to make avoiding this easy.

So I know I've said this before and I'm sure I'll say it again: Aemond avoids anything and everything to do with being an omega. He pushes down all instincts, he doesn't listen to anyone trying to tell him about courting, none of it. He refuses to engage with that part of himself beyond the threadbare nest his bed has become and he only lets that stay because every time he tries to take it apart it's like there's this intense painful ache in his chest so he can't bring himself to do it.

Anyway, this plan works well until he meets you and suddenly he's finding an alpha's scent attractive and you're treating him both with respect and dignity and also like a precious omega you want to court and poor Aemond has absolutely no idea what to do with himself.

He's clumsy and uncontrolled when it comes to interactions with you, and try as he might he just can't push down his instincts. He's sure it's borderline pathetic how desperate he is for your attention, but he can't help it. He doesn't know how to stop it and honestly, he doesn't even think he wants to stop it.

Why would he stop it when you always smile at him and hold his hand and discuss things with him?

So obviously you start formally courting Aemond and Aemond is trying his level best to not make a complete fool of himself. Though this doesn't go well considering how his scent spikes with arousal every single time he's around you and how he seems to hang on your every word. He genuinely doesn't realise that he's constantly in your personal space, he just knows that being further away from you makes him uncomfortable.

I like the idea of his first seat since meeting you being before you actually mate him? So obviously he has to go through this heat along like he has with other ones, but of course that doesn't work here because he's so used to you. He tries to satiate himself, really he does, but he just can't.

The entire castle is so worried about him because any person walking past his quarters can smell the pain and distress. He just can't manage to calm himself down, and he ends up just sitting in his mess of a nest, not even touching himself and instead just letting out this loud, high pitched whines to try and call you to him.

At frist Alicent refuses, but then the heat starts becoming much longer than normal and eventually you convince her to let you in to look after him. He's curled up naked in a ball when you find him, shaking and whining.

The moment the door opens and he looks up to see it's you, he's sitting up immediately and holding his arms out to you, whining louder again. The message is very very clear: he wants his alpha to come join him.

Once you're close enough to touch he's grabbing your hands and pulling you into the nest. You try to stop him, to double check if he really wants an alpha in his nest but he's in your arms purring softly before you can even form the sentence.

Nothing sexual actually happens that heat, because when you were eventually allowed to see him his heat was nearing it's end. Besides that, he had spent he last few days in agony and fear and that he's finally in the arms of his alpha he kinda just... drops? You stay for two days with him in that room and both days are just spend laying together and trying to get him to eat and drink enough to start building his strength back up.

Needless to say, he's extremely embarrassed once he recovers and spends the next week or so avoiding you as much as possible. But of course he can't stay away for long and so when you show up outside his door to check up on him. he immediately lets you in.

You try to have the conversation sitting in the living room section of his quarters but he immediately sort of just herds you into his nest on his bed? He won't take no for an answer, he loved how his nest smelt for the first two days after his heat because of your scent and he wants it back.

You ensure that you two are officially before his next heat, and when that one strikes you're ready to help him proper.

[white-sinner]

Poly Yandere Alphas Asano & Karma x Male Beta reader (assassination classroom)

They force reader to wear a collar with their names on it.

Marking, reader being tied up, degrading, sadism, treating reader like a pet.

They say many things that bring down beta’s, and how they wish he was an omega, how much better he would be if he was. That he shouldn’t worry, they’ll still like him regardless of the fact that he’s a beta. Stuff like that.

Please?

you can try to resist but this is a challenge that you too know you will lose..

WARNING: kidnapping, threats, force collaring, knives, marking, sadism, sex, mention of pheromone

A/N: are we all aware that these two as yandere would be impossible to stop? with the controlled/rational personality of Asano and the sadistic one of Karma I think our dear Male reader has no hope of getting out of this fall into hell

Orange=Asano

Red=Karma

Black=reader

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a couple of hidden lovers born in the seventh grade who despite the difference in classes continue to live and be stronger and stronger but what will happen when these two Alphas find in M ​​/ n the omega they were looking for?

for Karma and Asano it had never been difficult to get along their two characters intertwined perfectly but then there was a change when 3-E of Kunugigaoka Junior High moved M/N L/N a beta, the first to notice it was Karma who was truly amazed by your skills against Korosensei not to mention your splendid personality and your scent which, despite you being a Beta, goes more sweet like vanilla and caramel since you arrived Karma feel a strong sense of protection and with your being kind but also knowing how to stand up to him,he understand that you were the missing omega that he and Asano were looking for but despite your being Beta he didn't care you were definitely a omega for him and no one could change his mind. obviously Karma as a good alpha and boyfriend reported everything to Asano who thanks to social networks, acquaintances and stalking in the end he too fell in love with you so the two devised a plan to get you

the two of them started leaving on your desk, folder and even mailing them to your home! they started giving you anonymous teddy bears/t-shirts and even used underwear…. now if you were an omega you got those things for your nest and as a clear sign of courtship that an alpha wanted to make you his but being you a beta you couldn't even recognize whose scent it was but things got worse in class when yet another soft toy appeared on your counter

“Another gift from your secret admirer?”

“I wouldn't call him a secret admirer but more perverted stalker *huf* I swear Nagisa if this dude doesn't finish it I'm going straight to the cops why doesn't he go fuck a bitch instead of bothering me"

poor man M/N he didn't know that the "pervert" he was talking about was watching him Asano was out of class and Karma near the window

in the chats between Karma and Asano

“it seems that your plan has failed”. my beloved psychopath 8:13

"I notice ugh he's getting on my nerves why he doesn't understand we're just trying to make him understand that he belongs to us?" my control freak 8:15

“now now don't get angry maybe our dear M/N needs to be put in his place and submit to his mates”. my beloved psychopath 8:16

so Karma stopped you outside school after class was over but as he spoke to you he took your hands and pinned you in the wall as ticked off Asano who with a syringe the rest was too blurry to remember

you woke up tied to a chair and in front of you with an evil smile your two captors

“but coincidentally, it seems the bitch woke up "

“wha-Karma Asano?!"

“Is this the way to address your mates? it seems that our omega likes to be punished”

what the hell were they saying omega, mates have they gone crazy?!

“haha look at that really adorable confused and scared expression”

“what the heck are you saying are you crazy I'm not an omega! release me immediately you ugly sons of bit-*slap*

” ugh and so that you address your alphas! first you called us perverts then this… I think you need to learn some of the rules Bitch”

at that moment Karma untied you and threw you on the bed and he cut your pants with his knife

"it's a real pity that you're not an omega right now you could be in heat and we would have helped you little slut"

said Asano while he was thrusting his cock into you without even getting ready!

“aAasano stop…Mmhm~”

“nonono this is not the way you call us”

Karma approached with the knife making a cut on your lips and then licking them

“so tell us bitch are we really perverts like you said?”

"to me the only bitch looks like you M/n look at Asano he's not fucking you even for 15 minutes and you already look like you're about to pass out"

continued Karma before he positioned himself on your face putting his cock in your mouth by now those two were gone in sync it was too much for you after a while Karma painted your throat white and you came

“wouldn't you like to be an omega? being inside a nest made with our clothes feeling the need to obey your alphas…having our children inside you”

“mmm after all look at you you are already below us for being a beta you are a shame”

they continued while karma came for the second Once Asano hadn't come yet! karma take his members off you and kiss you furiously making your tongue stick out and came again

“you know M/N you are really cute when you cry but I think you need to remind you who you belong to”

with that he took the knife and carved his initials and Asano's on your arm while you cried in pain and Karma licked your blood Asano came inside you

"if you were an omega by now with us you'd already be pregnant so you couldn't open your legs to anyone and you won't"

he approached your ear and whispered to you

“try to escape from us and we will kill all your loved ones remember the packages we know where you live"

having said this the two of them attacked your throat covering it with hickeys. a few minutes later and Asano also came out of you

"we have a gift for you go get it Asano"

Asano come back with a red streak collar and an orange heart with Karma Akabane and Gakushu Asano properties written behind it

"that's it, what are you saying Asano him Isn't he just adorable?”

“very Karma so how do you say M/N when your mates give you a present?”

you answered Asano in a low voice even though he was out of you you still felt him inside

” thanks Asa-“

“I think you were wrong try again or do you want to be punished”

“thanks alphas…”

before you could say anything other karma and Asano they made you spread on their chest and they ignited you with something

“don't worry M/N although you are a beta we love you the same but wouldn't it be better to be an omega? betas are less strong than alphas and more useless than omegas and then to be a beta you are a shame you smell so sweet and you let yourself be used as a sex toy"

" this syringe contains omega hormones we will continue to give it to you for a while you will see that in a short time you will assume your true behaviors "

you wanted to fight back but you were too tired so you closed your eyes hoping to wake up from this nightmare

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[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in July 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup [ @1dmonthlyficroundup ] which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #64 |  ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

🌊 don't be afraid to love (and love again) by localopa / @voulezloux

(T, 83k, trans Louis) the one where louis is trans and afraid, harry is cis and brave, and being 100% yourself is easier said than done.

🌊 The Things We Know To Be Wild by harryanthus_annuus / @harryanthus-annuus

(M, 39k, dragons) Louis is a London zoologist sent by the University of Highlands and Islands to assess the safety of the island of Eroda as part of the Wonder Seekers Project for sustainable tourism.

🌊 let me carry your weight by @soldouthaz

(E, 28k, trainer Harry) louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

🌊 Rewriting the Melody by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 26k, canon divergence) Louis doesn’t get put in One Direction. This time, the path to true love takes the long way round, including singing in toilet cubicles, fruit baskets, and long distance band counselling from someone who really doesn’t know what he’s doing, he just wants to keep talking to Harry.

🌊 Peeping by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 16k, roommates) Louis has a thing for his housemate, Harry is under the impression that clothing around the house is an optional extra, and neither of them seem to be able to stop wanking long enough to get their shit together and admit their true feelings.

🌊 It's halftime. Are you ready to go? by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(E, 12k, body worship) football is gay and Harry is trying to cope.

🌊 Be Mine? by @softfonds

(E, 12k, famous/not famous) Getting dumped the week before Valentine's Day wasn't in Harry's plans, and neither was being dragged to a concert to forget about it.

🌊 The Checkout by @silverstuff50

(E, 12k, omegaverse) Omega Harry is a bit obsessed with one of the workers at the small supermarket around the corner from his flat.

🌊 every day and tomorrow night by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 8k, high school) “You know the rule, Z,” Harry answers, still not pulling his eyes away from this unexpected Adonis. “If I lick it, it’s mine.”

🌊 Standing On the Edge of Falling by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(NR, 5k, famous/not famous) It’s Harry’s first security gig, and somehow, he landed Glastonbury. Unfortunately, he’s been tasked with telling a very gorgeous man that he can’t stream the football match. Things go … much better than expected.

🌊 Body Stay Vicious by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 5k, pwp) the one where Harry is feeling himself in the gym and gets a little carried away. Of course his gym crush just happens to walk in. They work it out

🌊 Unspoken by Speechless / @smokingluckiesalltheway

(E, 5k, exes) Harry and Louis broke up when they were nineteen. They see each other after six years.

🌊 Figure This Out by @haztobegood

(E, 2k, age difference) Louis is everything Harry could have imagined when he’d typed “silver fox enthusiast” into his Grindr profile. Too bad he's probably scared Louis off by giving him too many expensive gifts.

🌊 sandwiches on the shady shore by @juliusschmidt

(T, 2k, summer romance) And then, because he’s already showed up embarrassingly early in the day and made Louis a cheese sandwich, he adds, “I wanted to.” Part 3 of Cabin on the Bluff

🌊 Irrumabo by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(E, 2k, sex pollen) Harry’s plane is delayed. He buys a plant.

🌊 coming home by @nouies

(E, 2k, canon Euros 2024) It’s coming home, one way or another.

🌊 Tastes Like Violets by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k, famous/famous) Louis has a death metal band, Harry doesn't mind public challenges via Twitter, and Lottie thinks they're both hopelessly chaotic.

🌊 It Was Electric Touch by @allwaswell16

(E, 2k, silver fox Louis) Harry, assistant to The Snuts' manager, has been indulging in fantasies about the headliner and founder of the Away From Home Festival, Louis Tomlinson. He gets the chance to indulge in the real thing at the after party.

🌊 If Life Is a Photograph by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k, famous/not famous) Harry gets plucked out of the crowd to take Louis’ crew pic on stage in Guadalajara.

🌊 For you i would lose my mind by @dreaminrainbows

(E, 1k, pwp) Louis is a total menace on stage and Harry has had enough of it

🌊 Salt On My Tongue by @homosociallyyours

(E, 649 words, incubus/witch) Harry is a witch who's been dabbling in summoning sex demons for a while now. He's become especially devoted to one incubus in particular, a blue eyed demon called Louis.

- Rare Pairs -

🌊 Four, Five, Finished? by @beanno28 , @lalalaartje

(E, 45k, Zayn/Louis/Harry) Now that they've all settled down in their relationship dynamic, Zayn, Harry and Louis agree it's time for the next step. They're having a baby! As usual for the three of them, nothing goes as planned. Part 3 of You Only Fall In Love Twice

🌊 Pay It Forward by @reminiscingintherain

(M, 3k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn's agreed to be a sperm donor for his lesbian friends. Louis' his best friend, and he supports Zayn's decision... right?

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where one of the characters is grumpy (or very serious) and the other character is sunshine. Please check out these fics and if you enjoy them, be sure give them kudos, leave a comment, and help promote them on Twitter or Tumblr. If you enjoy our rec lists, please like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Muffins & Cigarettes | Mature | 7,591 words

Louis pouts. “You can’t pout your way into this, Louis”, Harry said as he was fixing his tie, watch and rings glinting against the soft sunlight filtering through the window. “Of course, I can. Watch me.”

2) Thrown To The Wolves | Explicit | 21,681 words

Louis is a human living in the Styles’ wolf pack who can’t stop getting into trouble, and Harry is the soon-to-be alpha who thinks keeping Louis at arm’s length is the safest option.

3) The Evenness I Fake | Explicit | 26,366 words

Harry doesn’t do relationships. He has a perfectly enjoyable friends-with-benefits agreement with a perfectly lovely omega, and he doesn’t see the need to change that anytime soon. The small fact that Louis giving his attention to another alpha makes Harry want to put his head through a wall isn’t nearly as much of an issue as everyone’s making it out to be.

4) Stuck On You | Explicit | 33,983 words

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

5) And When It Rains, You're Shining Down For Me | Explicit | 37,081 words

“This is Harry, he’ll be your patient,” Liam gestured politely. Harry froze when Louis’ eyes met his own once more. He felt himself getting lost in those eyes, so much so that he didn’t notice Niall and Liam leaving the room quietly but the sound of the door shutting behind them brought him out of the trance. “Hello, I’m Louis,” the omega said, extending his hand for Harry to shake. The alpha could still sense some nervousness in his stance but decided to ignore it. “‘’m Harry.”

6) Always An Angel, Never A God | Explicit | 39,518 words

To understand the level of deep water Louis was in, one first needed to know he has had the same best friend since he was five. Ethan Astor was family to him—a friend who he loved deeply despite their differences. A friend he would do almost anything for. So when Ethan came to him with the plan, no matter how he felt about it, Louis accepted it. At first, it was simple, he just had to flutter his eyelashes at any of the boys that showed interest in Ethan, and if they fell for it, he just dumped them without telling them the reason. Somehow, the rumors spread around campus that Ethan had an insufferable friend they had to somehow win over to reach him. Like a final monster before getting the princess.

7) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (But Please Don't Bite) | Mature | 42,026 words

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8) Where I End and You Begin | Explicit | 42,730 words

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this night together - chapter five (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter five: not so easy to ignore

chapter summary: things at the studio turn out just about as bad as expected, but wooyoung takes you under his wing and introduces you to some new friends.

warnings: references to a/b/o dynamics such as heat and knotting and designations, alcohol/drinking, angst, sad vibes, but also good vibes?, reference to work place sexual harassment but not like you think

notes: thank you all so much for your kind feedback on this fic. i'm having an absolute blast writing it, and i'm so thankful for all the people giving it a try even tho this genre isn't their thing! that means a lot. this is the last chapter i have written in full, so chapter six may take a little extra time. i'm about to hit a few insane weeks of work, so i'll do my best but please be patient with me. there's a lot more chapters to come though, i promise.....

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 6.9K

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As it turns out, you can’t just go back to being friends. When you wake in the morning you still feel sick, and your first thought is to wonder if Yunho does too. Maybe Mingi feels the same, but was better at hiding it. Maybe you’ll get to the studio and they’ll take you in their arms like a movie and kiss the breath out of you and hold you close and tell you they should have never, ever driven you home. But you doubt it. 

You’ve been in love before, and you’ve had crushes before that. You’re no stranger to getting tangled up in emotional webs, it’s just usually not with people you work with and it’s usually so much easier to walk away. Or run, as you’re used to doing. This body, this designation, this biology, it makes everything always feel so confusing and artificial. Do you want them or does your omega? Do you need them or is it just the after effects of heat? 

It’s a lot easier when you lie to yourself. 

You’ve been dealing with this biology all your life. That’s all this is, and after a little time and a little distance, your body will catch up to your mind and stop feeling this way about them. 

You take those aching feelings and lock them away tightly and then you get up. You shower, you take a deep breath, and then you buy yourself the fanciest coffee you can think of despite the absolute lack of funds in your checking account. This momentary serotonin will be worth the overdraft fee if that’s where it puts you, you need this. 

By the time you get to the studio, you’re pretty confident that you’re over them, convincing yourself that it was just fun, good sex. Great sex, even, but still just sex. 

But the minute you see Mingi every stitch of the resolve you knit for yourself unravels, and he looks surprised to see you even though it was part of the plan that you’d return today. He leaves the room before you can even open your mouth and try to say something innocuous and you know right then and there you were right all along. It was never going to be that simple. 

Yunho blushes when he sees you, his ears turning a dark shade of pink and for a second he trips over his words addressing the wider group. 

Mingi avoids your touch when you cross his path at lunch, offering you just a quick hello and then he’s gone again. 

Instead of searching for their eyes, you start to get really comfortable with the wood grain of the floor and do your best just to focus on yourself. You’re working on something new, and a week ago you would have stayed late to fine tune your understanding of the choreography with Mingi while he waited on Yunho to wrap up in the back office, but you know those days are gone. 

When practice ends they disappear, and you’re left to pack up by yourself. You give it a few minutes, thinking maybe when the rest of the crew trickles out maybe they’ll come to you, but they don’t. So much for being adults about this. You blink back hazy tears as you pull on your jacket, focused on packing up as fast as you can now just to get the hell out of this room. 

You don’t even hear him coming up behind you. 

“Come on,” Wooyoung says with a roll of his eyes, “we’re going for drinks.”

“I really should get home,” You glance over at him as you finish packing up your bag. 

“I’m buying,” Wooyoung counters, “so you really have no excuse.” 

What you really want is to go home and bury yourself under the covers for the foreseeable future. Every awkward second glance with Yunho was making you want to curl into a ball and every moment Mingi spent pretending he barely knew you made you want to go home and cry. An entire day filled with almost sentences and troublesome glances and all you can tell yourself is that you knew it, you were right all along. 

You don’t answer Wooyoung, and instead you just can’t help yourself, you look behind you towards the back office, but neither of the men you want to see are there. 

“Are you really so afraid of making friends you’re turning down free drinks?” Wooyoung prods your side, “That’s really fucking lame of you,” 

“Wooyoung,” You sigh, your head dropping back. 

“It’s fine,” He says, his voice lilting up in a sing-song, “I thought you were cool,” 

Your jaw tightens. 

“And I’m not usually wrong,” He goes on, “but it’s fine, I’m man enough to admit when I’m wrong, and you, y/n, are lame.” 

“Fine!” You snap up and meet his eyes, “Fine, I’ll come, but just one drink.” 

“Excellent,” He smiles, and you’re starting to get the sense that Wooyoung doesn’t really take no for an answer ever. 

“One drink,” You repeat. 

“Yeah,” He shrugs off, “come on, get your stuff, we’re meeting San at 1987.” 

“Where?” 

“Bar,” He brushes off your question without really answering, “let’s go,” 

Wooyoung turns on his heel without a second thought, and he’s off. You have to jog to keep up with him to get out of the building, and he’s mostly quiet until you hit the evening street outside. He slows to a casual pace and turns his head to you when he says, “You like San, right?” 

The question catches you off guard, “Of course,”

Wooyoung smiles, “He’s definitely all business at work, most of the time, but don’t worry.” 

“Why would I worry?” Your brow furrows, every interaction you’ve had with San so far has been perfectly pleasant, albeit professional.

“I just mean he’s fun,” Wooyoung corrects himself, “he’s just really serious about the work,” 

“You’re all kind of like that,” You point out, “mostly,” 

“Right,” Wooyoung nods, winding his way through an alley and you divert off the main street to follow him as he leads you through the back way to their regular spot. 

“He takes training really seriously,” You offer, “but I think that’s good. We could all hurt ourselves if we weren’t following his plans,” 

Wooyoung grins, “Oh, he’s going to like the sound of that.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” Wooyoung lays a hand softly between your shoulder blades to direct you through a small crowd, “follow that up with how handsome he is and you’ll get special treatment forever.” 

You laugh sharply, “Noted.” 

He points ahead, “Just up there,” 

At the far end of the alley is a hanging neon sign, the ‘7’ in ‘1987’ flickering intermittently. It’s not as flashy as some of the other bars or restaurants along the street you’re walking, but that looks to be part of the charm. As you make your way up to the door and inside, Wooyoung is quick to greet a few people on the sidewalk, throw a wave to the bartender, and he throws around names and details to you faster than you can pick up on them. 

San waits at a table in the far corner, two light, wheat beers already waiting on the table. When he glances up from his phone and sees you both his eyes widen but he smiles pleasantly. 

“Hey!” He smiles, standing and pulling a chair out for you, “I didn’t realize you were coming, I would have ordered you something,” 

“I’m not crashing plans, am I? Woo didn’t say,” You glance between them. 

“Not at all,” San shakes his head, gesturing for you to sit, “you’re more than welcome. Seonghwa should be coming too at some point,” 

“Oh,” Your stomach does a little nervous flip flop. 

“Chill,” Wooyoung interrupts your thoughts immediately, “have a drink, make some friends.” 

You smile, taking your seat and letting San push it in for you so you’re settled at the table before he returns to his own place, gesturing for the server’s attention, “What’s your drink?” he asks you. 

“Whatever you’re having is good,” You make it simple. 

San smiles and points to their glasses before holding up a finger and silently communicating to the server that they need one more. He’s more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, now outside of work full of easy, confident energy. 

“Well,” Wooyoung smiles and takes a long sip of his drink, “this is nice,” 

“Yeah,” You’re not entirely sure what you’re doing here, but you might as well go with it, “thanks for letting me tag along,” 

“Mm,” San’s eyes are trained on the serving staff but he nods, and then stands as your server approaches, meeting them halfway and taking the beer, thanking them profusely for running it out so quickly. When he returns to the table he presents your drink with ease, “There we go,” 

“Thank you,” You nod, accepting the cold glass, and now that it’s in your hand you’re grateful to have the drink after the day you’ve had. 

The sip is calming, cool and crisp, and you sigh as you swallow, not realizing the way you’re being watched by both men. 

Wooyoung’s words nearly knock you sideways, and a tiny piece of you is grateful he waited until you finished sipping your drink, “So, how was your heat?” 

You cough anyways though, just the idea that someone would say it so brazenly, and in public, “What?” 

“Youngie,” San slaps him with the back of his hand, “you can’t ask her that,” 

Wooyoung ignores him, leaning forwards with his elbows on the table now, “The perfume isn’t helping as much as you think,” he says and you blanch, “and I’ve never seen Yunho stare at someone for so long in my life, so,” 

He barely met your eyes all day, and your head snaps up, “He was staring?” 

His mouth quirks up on one side and San swivels his head towards you. Wooyoung nods, “Like a puppy,”

“Fuck,” You breathe. 

Both their eyebrows raise. 

“Sorry, sorry,” You lean back in your chair, hiding your face in your hands. So much for a convenient story about them having the flu. 

“You can curse,” Wooyoung laughs, “I just didn’t expect you to admit it that fast, I thought I’d have to pry it out of you.”

“Oh, this is so bad,” You groan. 

“Why bad?” San asks, “Yunho’s nice,” 

You sigh, still hiding your face.

“He’s easily one of the best guys I know,” San continues, “and there’s nothing that says we can’t date within the company, we’re not idols,” 

“Oh god,” You groan again. 

“Is it so bad he has a crush on you?” San asks. 

Wooyoung breaks into hysterics and your hands fall away, a blank, open expression on San’s face as he tries to pick up on the joke. You wince, shaking your head, “It’s worse than that,” 

“Worse,” San repeats, still slow on the uptake. 

“Woo,” You find his eyes with yours, “please don’t make me say it.” 

He sobers quickly, and takes a swig of his beer, “Right,” he faces San, “Yunho had the flu, but it wasn’t really the flu. They were heat partners.” 

“Oh,” San says, “oh,” 

“Exactly,” You sigh. 

There’s a beat and then San’s brow screws up in confusion, “Didn’t Mingi have the flu too?” 

Heat tints your cheeks pink instantaneously and you look down at your glass, suddenly focused on the tiny bursting bubbles at the top of your beer. You brace yourself for their reaction. 

“Holy shit,” Wooyoung breathes, “y/n, you’re a god,” 

“What?” Your head snaps up. 

“Both of them?” Wooyoung shakes his head, “Tell me everything,” 

“You don’t have to do that,” San interrupts him again, smacking the back of his arm, “he’s needlessly curious, but you know, you don’t have to share if you don’t,”

The words flood out of you, a small piece of you thankful that you don’t have to hold this whole thing inside yourself forever, “I went into heat at the studio,” 

“What?” Wooyoung’s face softens, and you know that he understands just what that means. The anxiety, the fear, all of it. 

“This is embarrassing,” You sigh. 

“Then you don’t have to,” San tries again, wanting badly to save you from any further humiliation or pressure. 

You ignore him and hold Wooyoung’s eyes, “Friends, right?” 

He nods. 

You swallow hard and then take the leap, “I can’t afford my suppressants right now,” you start and his eyes soften more, “I thought I had rationed them right, but after the recording it hit me like a truck.” 

“I knew you seemed off,” Wooyoung says softly, “then what?” 

“Mingi found me in the locker room, and then he got Yunho, and they made sure I got out of there okay,” You lean back, crossing your arms and biting the inside of your lip. 

“Sharing your heat was unplanned?” Wooyoung clarifies. 

“Yes,” 

“And it was,” He searches for the right words, “I mean… were they okay? Everything was okay?” 

You know what he’s asking without asking, and you nod, “Completely, it was more than okay, they were…”

“They’re both good guys,” San says, “it’s good they were there.” 

“Yeah,” You breathe, before snapping yourself out of own head and reaching for your beer again, “anyways, yes, so they took me back to their place and now it’s four, five days later and everything’s so fucking awkward,” 

“Hmm,” Wooyoung murmurs, “and it was good?” 

You nod, lips pressed tight together in a line. 

“Oh, it was too good,” Wooyoung grimaces, “yikes.” 

“Right,” You sigh, “and Yunho and Mingi both made it pretty clear that this was a one-time casual sex thing, which is fine, but also you know how heat goes. Everything is all jumbled up now,” 

“Mm,” Wooyoung nods, and then his eyes shift to above your head and he grins, “Hwa, right here!”

Park Seonghwa appears a moment later, a warm smile on his angular face and he pushes a lock of dark black hair behind his ear as he finds an open seat and slides into the table, “Hey,” he greets, and then turns to you, “hi, y/n, nice to see you outside the studio,” 

“You too,” You smile. 

San once again repeats his process for getting Seonghwa a drink, and your stomach tightens as you think about what Wooyoung might say in front of this man you barely know. 

“It looks like I interrupted something,” Seonghwa says a few moments later when everything is still quiet and hanging still. 

Wooyoung doesn’t say it, he just holds your gaze intently and raises an eyebrow as if to say - Can I? 

You sigh, catching Seonghwa off guard, and then you nod. 

“y/n just got back from heat leave,” Wooyoung turns to Seonghwa to explain, “with Yunho and Mingi.” 

You expect a sheepish or embarrassed reaction, someone quick to divert the conversation away from sex, but it turns out you don’t know Seonghwa as well as you thought. He merely makes a noise of acknowledgement and glances to you, “How messy are things, then? They were both being weird today,” 

“I don’t know,” You answer honestly with a sigh. 

“They said they wanted it to be a one-time thing,” Wooyoung says, “but is the problem that you like them? Or one of them?” 

“I can see that,” Seonghwa smiles, “Yunho kind of oozes perfect boyfriend,” 

“It’s not that,” You shake your head, words bubbling up as you try to make sense of it, “it probably shouldn’t have happened at all, and I’m new, I don’t want to make anything weird or uncomfortable, but we spent like four days together… it was intense, and now I just feel like I can’t not think about it when I look at them,” 

“Intense, good?” Wooyoung quirks a brow, nudging you under the table. 

“Woo,” You sigh, “I’ve never felt like that,” 

“What do you mean?” He asks softly, the two alphas at the table going silent to watch you both. 

“I don’t know what it is about them,” You confess, “but the entire time all they did was make sure I was okay, they were so tender and kind, and when I left I just wanted to go back.”

“Oh,” Wooyoung murmurs, “you’ve got it bad,” 

“My hormones are just out of whack,” You shake your head, “you know what it’s like. Have an alpha tell you they want to give you pups enough times and your brain short circuits,” 

Seonghwa shifts in his seat and San clears his throat, but Wooyoung just laughs. 

“Anyways, yes,” You take another sip of your drink, “I spent my heat with them, had the best sex of my life, and now I’m sitting here with a stomach ache because I don’t know where they are right now. I feel like the universe is playing a trick on me,” 

“Wait,” Wooyoung starts to say, but you’re on a roll now, the single beer hitting just a little harder than it should have. 

“Working here, with all of you, was my dream. I just think it’s funny that I haven’t even been here for three months and I’ve already managed to fuck it up, because now everytime I look at Yunho all I can hear is me begging him to claim me, which is insanity, pure and complete insanity,” 

“Wait,” Wooyoung repeats again, hands up and out trying to get you to slow down, “I thought it was casual heat sex,” 

“It was,” You resurface from your own panicked rambling and realize just how shocked the table looks, “what?” 

“You asked Yunho to bite you?” Wooyoung asks, and when you nod he says, “and right now, how do you feel?” 

“Fine,” You knee-jerk answer, “but, a little anxious I guess?” 

“I don’t know how to explain this,” He says, looking to the two alphas for help who both shake their heads. 

“Why do I feel like I’m missing something?” You glance between them. 

“Okay,” Wooyoung claps his hands together, “listen, I have never asked Sannie to give me pups. I have never asked him to bite me, and I have never, ever, gotten all dizzy and sick when he’s not around.” 

“Hey,” San grumbles, “I think she gets it,” 

“I don’t,” You manage. 

“What you had is a lot more than heat sex,” Wooyoung finally settles on, and your stomach drops. 

“Woo,” You shake your head again, “no,” 

“I’m serious!” He insists, “How else do you explain it,” 

“You’re so dramatic,” You roll your eyes and reach for your drink, but find the glass empty, “it was good, really good, but that’s all it was.” 

“He’s not wrong,” Seonghwa interrupts, his deep voice still calm and easy, “sometimes connections are just stronger. Scents match better, you know, everything just clicks. It doesn’t mean Yunho’s your soulmate, but if the pull is there, then there’s something there.” 

You ignore the pull and flash him a weak smile, “Not for them.” 

“Them,” Seonghwa corrects, “both of them?” 

“I know,” You bury your head in your hands again. 

“y/n,” San’s hand lays softly on your forearm, “no matter what happened, Yunho and Mingi are both still the guys from a few days ago. They’re still good men who care about you, even if that’s just as a member of the crew or a friend.” 

“Can I ask a question?” Seonghwa interrupts. 

“Sure,” You sigh, lifting your eyes to his. 

“How do you know they don’t want you too?” 

The question makes you feel awful, and you catch Wooyoung’s sympathetic look in your peripheral vision and nearly lose your composure, but the truth of it is simple. You clear your throat softly and straighten up, “They said so,” 

“Oh,” He nods. 

“And I’m not even sure I want them,” You tack on, “I don’t even really know them,” 

Silence stretches at the table, and San’s eyes flick from yours to Seonghwa.

“Then let’s get another drink,” Seonghwa finally says, “let’s get your mind off it, and let’s have a good night. I know things are awkward at the studio, but don’t let them be. Just focus on the work and yourself and make some friends, and this whole thing will just be a funny story,” 

You nod and sigh, “Okay,” 

“Yeah,” Wooyoung offers, “a month from now no one’s going to remember,” 

It’s around the third bar when someone brings it up again. You’re several more drinks deep, learning so much about the group dynamics that you can’t get while inside the studio walls. Wooyoung is quick to peel back all the layers for you now that you’re actually out with them and not just pushing it off a little longer for the sake of your wallet. 

Leaning across the expanse of the table Seonghwa gets your attention with a drunken tap on your arm and his eyes narrow, “What’s this about you not being able to afford your suppressants?” 

“What?” For a second his words don’t compute. 

“Your meds, your suppressants,” He gestures, a little beer tipping over the edge of his glass, “why aren’t you on them?” 

“I will be soon,” You lean in closer to hear each other over the music, “insurance window,” 

“Ah,” He nods, “so what’s your plan next time?” 

“Next time?” You turn your head so that his mouth is closer to your ear. 

“Next heat,” He clarifies, a little slur in his speech, “while you’re onboarding,” 

Your eyebrows shoot up at his words, “I don’t really know, I guess,” 

“Mm,” He nods. 

“Why?” You scoot your chair closer. 

“I’m assuming you don’t want to,” His voice gets swallowed up by Wooyoung shouting something over the music and you shake your head. 

“What?” You squint, shifting closer, bracing your hand on the table by his glass to steady yourself. 

“Go back to Yunho and Mingi!” He all but shouts, “I’m assuming you don’t want to do that,” 

“Fuck no,” You groan, “I’d rather take care of it myself than deal with feeling like this,” 

“What about me?” He says and you laugh, but you don’t really know why. He clears his throat and shakes his head, sobering himself just a little, “Seriously,” 

“What about you, what?” 

He rolls his eyes, “Help with heat, I help Woo, San and I both do,” 

“Oh,” 

“Only if you need a hand,” He smiles, round eyes shining and kind, “or you know, a knot in this case,” 

You clap a hand over your mouth and can’t help but fall apart into giggles, “You’re serious,” 

He quirks his eyebrow at you, dropping his drink back onto the table so he can draw an X over his chest with two fingers, crossing his heart. 

“What are you doing over there?” Wooyoung interrupts and your head snaps to the side, “Making a blood pact? You’re both trashed,” 

“I am not trashed,” You insist, even though you can feel yourself slipping off the chair you’re on inch by inch. 

“You’re allowed to be,” Wooyoung pushes a shot of soju towards you, “you’re broke and in love,” 

“Wooyoung!” His words strike panic through you, “Seriously, stop that,”

“Alright, alright,” He throws up his hands, “broke and and in lust, whatever,” 

San’s lips curl up in a half smile at his friend’s words. His eyes are closed, and he’s swaying a little from side to side, jerking back to center every now and again when his equilibrium feels too sideways. It’s entirely possible Wooyoung is the most sober one here and that thought makes you burst into laughter. San’s eyes fly open at the sound. 

“I was offering my services,” Seonghwa cuts in, like he had been thinking about what to say that entire time and finally found the words. 

“Your what?” Wooyoung laughs. 

“For her next heat,” He explains, waving his hand like it’s simple addition, “my services,” 

“Seonghwa,” San shakes his head sharply, “stop.”

“It’s not as if I’m with someone,” Seonghwa replies, holding San’s gaze intently, and for a split second it’s obvious there’s some kind of a backstory behind them all or their friendship or just Seonghwa himself that everyone knows and you don’t, but it isn’t the time to ask.

“Yeah,” San says a little gruffly, blinking hard to shake off the alcohol, “well, this still isn’t the time.” 

Wooyoung wraps it up smoothly, “We’re all too drunk for this,” 

“Exactly,” You take a moment of solace in the cup of soju. 

“I mean it though,” Seonghwa tears his eyes away from San and a hand drops onto your knee, “you’re pretty, I’m pretty, just keep it in mind,” 

There’s almost no way he’ll remember this tomorrow, so you let him off the hook with a smile and a hand on the side of his cheek, “Thank you, Hwa,” 

“That’s what f-friends are for,” He hiccups lightly, and then you watch his eyes unfocus as the dizziness floods his vision and he drops his head unceremoniously onto your shoulder, “oh, God, I’m drunk,” 

“There it is,” Wooyoung grins. 

You slip forward as Seonghwa’s weight drops onto you and you brace yourself on the edge of the table, but San swoops in, “Come here, hyung, stop hanging on her,” 

“Hmm?” Seonghwa’s eyes look tired when San gets him off you and over his shoulder, “Sannie?” 

“Yeah,” San softens, “it’s just me,” 

“I think I need to lie down,” Seonghwa murmurs, his head falling onto San’s ready shoulder. 

“I know, hyung, I know,” San softens, and then turns to the table, “can we go?” 

“Yeah,” Wooyoung stumbles as he gets up but then straightens, tucking himself under Seonghwa’s other arm once he gets his feet under him, “y/n, you good?”

You pull yourself up too, knocking back the final shot of soju so it doesn’t go to waste and pulling on your jacket, “Good,” 

In the cool night air outside the bar everything gets dizzier, more watery and hazy, and something in your gut pulls hard. For a brief passing moment you wonder what Yunho and Mingi are doing right now. 

San’s saying something and you shake yourself out of your stupor, “What’s that?” 

“I said, where do you live?” He lets Wooyoung take more of Seonghwa’s weight as he turns his focus to you. 

You give him your address, “I can call an Uber,” 

“I live kind of close,” He nods, “let me take you,” 

“You really don’t have to,” 

“It would make me feel better,” San brushes you off immediately, “we’ve all been drinking, you shouldn’t be alone,” 

“What about him?” You nod towards Seonghwa. 

“I got him,” Wooyoung assures, “we live in the same building.” 

“You sure?” San checks, “We can all go together,”

“It’s the opposite direction,” Wooyoung shakes his head, “and I’m tired, this just makes more sense,”

San nods and then checks on Seonghwa once more, “Make him drink some water, okay?” 

“Yep,” Wooyoung salutes, rolls Seonghwa into an Uber, and then they’re gone. 

Leaving you and San alone on the sidewalk. 

“Let me get a car,” He says, shaking off some of his lingering drunkenness and pulling out his phone. 

Of the three men, you talked to San the least. As the night had stretched on, you found yourself sidled up with Seonghwa or talking across the table animatedly with Wooyoung, but San seemed to give you a little space. He was also the one who commented the least on your recent sexual escapades and now standing in the middle of the street with him and him alone, you have no idea what you’ll talk about. 

You watch as he types into his phone, lets it search, and then his nose crinkles, “Twenty minutes,” 

“Oh,” You push up on your tiptoes to see his screen, “damn,” 

He thinks for a minute and then sighs, “You want to walk a bit? I need to sober up a little anyways,” 

“Sure,” 

“Hungry?” His brows perk up. 

“Definitely,” You smile. 

“There’s places in our direction,” He waves you on, and you fall into lockstep with him as you wind out of the alley and back into the city streets. 

It’s quiet for a moment, and you know one of you has to break the silence, but mercifully he gets there first, “You’re a good dancer, you know,” 

“So are you,” You glance up at him, and he smiles. 

He’s handsome, especially like this with his cheeks tinged pink with the night of drinking and his hair falling in his eyes. He directs you forward across an intersection and then looks down to keep talking, “You pick little things up really quickly, it’s impressive,” 

“I appreciate that,” The alcohol seems to be less pervasive now that you’re out of the loud club and walking some of it off and you sigh, “honestly, I was staying late with Mingi a lot of nights. He was helping me catch up,” 

“Ah,” San nods, “that makes sense,” 

You keep walking. Normally you can get a conversation going without any problems, but with the alcohol and the late night and the fact that you really don’t know San all that well, you’re tongue tied. 

He sighs heavily and looks at you, like he had been weighing whether or not to say something and finally chose to just do it anyway. “Don’t worry about what Seonghwa said,” He manages, “he was drunk, and I’m sure he wouldn’t have wanted to make you uncomfortable.” 

“Oh,” Your stomach knots up, “he didn’t,” 

“Good,” San nods, looking relieved, “he’s a good man, he’s,” San searches for his words for a moment, “not the type to proposition a coworker, that’s not what,” 

“Oh!” It makes sudden sense why San was being so careful, offering to walk you home and trying to keep Seonghwa in check, “No, San, that’s not at all what I thought,” 

“It’s not?” His eyebrow quirks up. 

“No, I mean,” Your gaze falls away from him, “it probably should be, but I know he meant well. Plus, I know you both help Wooyoung,” 

“Well,” San shakes his head, “that’s a little different,” 

“Because you’re all men?” 

He smiles, a little sheepish, “No, I was going to say because we’re old friends, but I guess there’s that too.” 

“Ah,” You turn towards him, “well, really, you shouldn’t worry about me like that. Hwa was just trying to be a good friend, and I’m sure he won’t remember it tomorrow anyways,” 

He sighs, relieved this time, “Good, okay,” 

“Is that what you were worried about?” You ask. 

“Between that and Woo practically interrogating you,” His nose crinkles again, “that part of your life is private, he shouldn’t pry like that.” 

“I would have told him to stop,” You shake your head. 

“I hope so,” He says, “I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with us after everything you’re dealing with. We like you in the crew,” 

“You do?” 

“Definitely,” He twists to meet your eyes, “you have fire. I saw it in the audition tape,” 

Blush flushes your cheeks, “Thank you,” 

“I’m just being honest,” He smiles. 

You smile back. 

It gets easier the more and more you walk with San. The alcohol slowly dissipates in both your systems, and after a few more blocks the idea of street food seems even more appealing. He refuses to let you pay and you only protest once, albeit weakly, before he gives you a simple shake of the head and takes care of things without another word. 

It’s a thirty minute walk, especially at this meandering pace, but eventually you make it back to your block, and you don’t know what possesses you to turn the conversation back to Yunho and Mingi and everything it means but you do. He’s less shy to discuss it now, especially after enough time getting to know each other and sinking into a conversational rhythm. 

By the time you make it to your apartment walkway, your corn dog is half eaten and your previous anxiety about talking to San is gone entirely. You gesture up to your building, “This is me,” 

“Nice,” He comments, and then he takes a seat on your stoop and looks up at you, expectant.

“What?” You ask at his expression. 

“You weren’t done, come on, tell me the rest,” He leans back against the railing, stretching out his legs. 

“Right,” You remember yourself, flopping down onto the step next to him and running a hand through your hair, “where was I?” 

“Yunho reminding you of your ex,” San prompts you. 

“Ah,” You shake your head, “I mean not really, my ex was an asshole, but… I guess I didn’t know that for a long time. I thought he was nice, I thought he was the right guy.” 

“And Yunho’s nice and the right guy?” He smirks. 

“No, no,” You wave your hands, “fuck, I’m not making sense with this at all.” 

“Can I guess?” San turns his body towards you a little more. 

You nod. 

“When your heat was over,” San’s expression is almost a little apologetic as he addresses it directly, “did you all agree it was just sex?” 

“Yes,” 

“And that you could all be adults about it?” He adds. 

You nod again. 

“And today you were all awkward as hell and avoiding each other?” 

“Basically,” 

“Listen,” San rests his hand on your knee, “I don’t know what your ex did or didn’t do, but they’re not that guy.” 

“I know,” You sigh. 

“But I get it,” San interrupts, “it feels like you had this connection and everything was good and now they’re pretending you don’t exist, and how is that different from any other guy?” 

He has you there. You manage a nod. 

“Well, I don’t know how they feel about you,” He offers, “but I promise you they’re just as embarrassed as you. It’s easy to say you’ll stay friends and that the lines won’t get blurred, but they always, always do.” 

You study him for a moment, at the way he’s speaking so genuinely and it dawns on you, “You speak from experience, I’m guessing?” 

He looks down and away, nodding before he brings his eyes back up to yours, “Yeah,” 

“Woo?” You guess softly. 

After an entire night of watching them lean against each other, touch each other, talk amongst themselves in their little bubble, you’re shocked when his mouth turns up into a sad smile and he shakes his head, “No, Woo and I have figured out how to make this whole thing easy,” 

“Oh,” 

“Wooyoung loves me, but he’s not in love with me.” San clarifies. 

“And you?” You ask softly. 

“He’s my best friend,” San says confidently, “and I’ll never let him be in pain,” 

“But?” You nudge him. 

“It was a long time ago,” He shakes his head and for the first time all night you know he’s told you a lie, but you let it pass. He shakes off the momentary lapse and continues, “but I know how you’re feeling.” 

“Then how do I make it right?” You ask him. 

“Sometimes you can’t,” He says honestly, “sometimes one person just feels so much more than the other, and you try to make it work until you bend so much for them you break.” 

“I know what Woo said,” You shake your head, “but I’m not in love with them. I’m not.” 

“I trust you,” San nods, “you know yourself better than Youngie.” 

“It’s just this thing inside me,” You confess, and maybe it’s the alcohol or the lateness of the hour but you feel safer here on your stoop with him than you have in a long, long time, so you keep confessing. “I wish sometimes so much that I could just be a beta, that I could forget all about this and just know for sure. I’ve… never known anything for real and how am I supposed to trust anything I feel if my body just decides for me.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, but then he says, “Being an omega is a beautiful thing,” 

“Don’t,” You shake your head sharply, “I’ve heard that one all my life,” 

“It is,” He insists, “all of it’s beautiful. Every part and piece of us is, alpha, beta, omega, all of it.” 

“San, that’s not,” 

“I know what you meant,” San says softly, sliding his hand into yours and giving you a squeeze, “and it would be easier to be a beta, and to not have to wonder every time. Does the person you like feel right because you like them or because something about them is a good biological match?” 

“Exactly,” 

“Believe me,” He squeezes you again, “I get it.” 

Tears prickle in your eyes and you swallow hard to clear them, “Then how do I make this work? How do I go back to the studio and put this behind me?” 

“Is that what you want?” He checks, thumb stroking along the back of your hand. 

“Yes,” You sigh, “it doesn’t even matter how I feel or don’t feel, I can’t take that risk here,” 

“The work is more important,” He finishes for you. 

“Yes.” 

“Then don’t let them in again,” San says simply, “not like before. Be friends, but keep things professional. Get some distance from this whole thing,” 

“I have a feeling this is not the advice Woo would be giving me,” You smile. 

“No,” San laughs, “Wooyoung would tell you to open yourself up to the great mystery of being loved or something,” 

“And you’re not a romantic,” You smirk. 

“No, no,” He shakes his head, “I am, but being a romantic doesn’t mean you have to let people hurt you. I’ve seen Woo get his heart broken a dozen times now, and he keeps trying. He’s the strongest person I know, and I love him for it, but it’s not the only way.” 

“So what he said at the bar,” You tuck your unfinished food into the little bag and leave it to the side, “what he said about my heat?” 

“I mean,” He shrugs, “y/n, this isn’t your first time. Don’t listen to him,” 

“But Seonghwa,” You remember the way Seonghwa agreed, like a scent match was the stars aligning. 

“Fuck them both,” San shakes his head, “just because you had a connection with them doesn’t mean they’re the only people you can connect with.” 

Your eyes fill with tears again and he shakes his head when he sees your hazy eyes, brushing your jaw softly with his fingers. You swallow hard and sigh, breath hitching in your chest, “You know what’s funny about this?” 

“Hmm?” He brushes your jaw again. 

“I don’t even want to date right now, I just,” You shrug lightly, “I want to work. I want to have friends. I want to go out and meet people or stay in if I feel like it. I don’t want to sit on the couch pining or walk on eggshells at the studio,” 

“y/n,” San steadies you, his voice low and calm, “listen to me, okay?” 

“Okay,” You murmur. 

“You have work to do, so focus on it. You have friends, including me, and Woo, and Seonghwa, okay? You come out with us… or don’t,” He smiles and squeezes your hand, “and the studio will feel weird for a little while, but trust yourself, it will fade.” 

“It will,” You nod, “you’re right,” 

He nods, holding your gaze a little longer until he gives you one more squeeze. San shifts back to give you a little space, his hands leaving you and clasping together to hang between his legs. He smiles, “Do you feel any better?” 

“Yeah,” You run your hands through your hair and let out a long, tired exhale. 

“Sobered up?” He checks. 

“Mostly,” You nod, checking your watch, “but it’s so late I’m still going to be feeling it tomorrow,” 

“Mm,” He nods, “we aren’t starting until eleven though,” 

“True,” 

The night is drawing to a close, you can feel it. You don’t really want to be alone with your thoughts again, but you’re also so tired you think you might drop on the spot, so you start to pull away and hope that you’ll be able to fall asleep the minute you hit the pillows. 

He pushes himself up to stand and offers you a hand to help you to your feet, “Should I walk you up?” 

You shake your head, “I got it,” 

“I’ll wait until you get in,” He smiles and nods. 

You make it two steps up before you turn back to him, “Thank you, San,” you tell him, “for everything tonight, really,” 

He smiles wider, his eyes crinkling up and he nods again, “Don’t thank me, just remember what I said.” 

“I will,” 

“And y/n,” He calls after you as you start back up the path, “sleep well,” 

“You too, Sannie,” You give him one last look before you push open your apartment door and start up the steps. He doesn’t budge, making sure you’re in the door before he pulls out his phone and starts his short walk home. 

Coming home this time doesn’t hurt the same. 

You hope for more of the same tomorrow. 

You hope every day that it fades away, little by little. 

[holylulusworld]

Faking it all (2)

Summary: It’s date time. 

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 7 – Saturday, April 20 - Alpha/Omega for Hire

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, reader was an omega for hire, love-struck Dean, nervous Dean

Words: 700+

Catch up here: Faking it all

A/N: This is the last day of the event and the last story I wrote for it.

SPN Omegaverse Week Masterlist

Dean wrings his hands. He didn’t listen and came to your apartment instead of waiting for you at the restaurant. The alpha tried to act like a gentleman and pick you up.

Now the clock is ticking and he’s waiting patiently outside of your home.

“Y/N, I came here to pick you up. I bought you flowers and all. At the restaurant, you cannot put the flowers anywhere.”

You sigh and open the door. “I told you to wait outside the restaurant for me,” you purse your lips. “You can’t even follow a simple order. This is our first date and you already messed everything up.”

“I came here to offer flowers to you,” Dean grunts. “I thought you’d be impressed because I tried to be romantic. I even booked a fucking horse carriage to drive us through the park after dinner.”

You watch Dean despair. He looks at the flower basket standing next to your doorframe, huffing as he messed up the first date with you.

“I wanted you to wait for me at the restaurant so I can drive home alone. Most alphas want to pick a woman up, believing they get laid after the first date.”

“What? I—” Dean swallows thickly. His cock twitched in interest, but he shakes his head. “I didn’t think of getting laid. I only tried to survive the first date without fucking things over again.”

You cross your arms over your chest, simply watching Dean whine.

“Fine. Get the flowers and call that carriage dude. I won’t spend the night in a carriage. It’s cold, and I’m not in the mood to smell horse poop.”

“Poop?” Dean grins.

“Hurry up and get inside,” you open the door wider, walking with it to let Dean inside. He grasps the flower basket and hurriedly makes his way inside your apartment. “I got pasta, salad, and pie for dessert.”

Dean stops in his tracks to stare at you. “What? You cooked. But why?”

“I knew you’d not listen,” you coo and pat his shoulder. “Take off your shoes and coat and put the flower basket on the sideboard over there.” You point to the sideboard.

“You knew?” He quirks a brow. “How?”

“I knew the alpha hindbrain could not follow orders coming from an omega. And I knew you’re an eager puppy wanting to rub your scent into my stuff.”

His grin widens. Dean chuckles and crouches down to unlace his shoelaces. “I knew you were perfect for me.”

“Slow down and hold the horses,” you poke his back with your index finger. “You didn’t make it through the first date yet.”

“I…I don’t want you to work as an omega for hire any longer. I’ll help you find a better job or do anything to keep you away from other alphas,” he blurs out. “Shit. Fuck. Sorry. I didn’t want to say things like that. I’m not a control freak or try to dominate you.”

“As if I’d let you dominate me," you snort. "No alpha will ever tell me how to live my life."

Dean drops his gaze. He did exactly what he tried not to do. Now he lost the chance to get to know you better and win you over.

“Relax. My business went down the drain long before we met. The new girls did more than go on dates with my clients and ruined my reputation.”

You shrug and grab the flower basket.

“You don’t work as an omega for hire anymore?” Dean follows you hot on your heels. “Really? I mean…are you open to pups and nesting in my home? Maybe we can mate and look for a new home together. I got all these plans and…” He gasps at his words. 

You snort.

“Crap,” Dean curses under his breath. “Did I say that out loud? I’m sorry…again. Please, believe me, I’m usually not like this.”

You smirk.

“I swear!”

“Dean.”

“Yeah?” Dean whispers. He watches you turn around. His eyelashes flutter nervously when you cup his face with both hands.

“If you stop talking now, this can still be a nice evening,” you lean closer to peck his nose. “You should use your brain as a filter before speaking again. I don't need to know that you are planning to breed me like a horny dog.”

He chuckles nervously. It’s like you can see right through his cocky façade. “Okay.”

“Good,” you peck his nose again. “If you can tame your libido and stop saying stupid things, you can eat with me.”

“I promise to not talk about breeding or your job again. I’m an idiot, but not stupid.”

“As long as you’re not like your father,” you nip at his lips, making him purr against you, “we are golden…”

Tags in reblog.

[kim-jongin-s]

svt fic recs (mostly nc-17; minwon, jeongcheol, wonchan + other)

MINWON

"🥀 service 🥀". au: waiter!mg. oneshot, 4k. nc-17.

Working the VIP room at a restaurant, Mingyu accidentally makes a mess of the rich patron's expensive suit, however Wonwoo saved Mingyu from getting fired and offers him even more.

"back 2 u (am 01:27)". au: football player!mg. oneshot, 6k. nc-17.

Mingyu breaks up with Wonwoo. They don't stop seeing each other.

"regal love". royalty!au: commander!ww, emperor!mg, omegaverse: beta!ww, alpha!mg. oneshot, 8k. pg-13.

"Sica wouldn't be under our rule if it wasn't for you. And that's why I would like to appoint you as the Minister of the province."

Dark eyes stared up at the emperor, lips pulled into a polite smile that never reached his eyes. Raven eyes that saw too much and lips that spoke too little. "I'm afraid I would have to turn down the offer your highness. Sica doesn't have you."

"in your orbit". band!au. oneshot, 8.6k. nc-17.

Wonwoo nearly kisses Mingyu on stage and even though Mingyu's dreamt about the moment for so long, it was never like this. He does the only logical thing—run away.

"bloodstained". fantasy!au: vampire!ww, werewolf!mg. 5 chapters, 49k. nc-17.

When he meets Wonwoo for the first time, Mingyu is about to die.

"what is it to burn". omegaverse: omega!ww, alpha!mg. 15 chapters, 103k. nc-17.

Mingyu isn't the only one with a secret. Wonwoo is the sole omega in the group of thirteen—a truth he's always kept concealed from the public.

When a dire situation arises, the boundaries between friendship and something more begin to blur.

JEONGCHEOL

"like a tsunami". college!au, oneshot, 1k. nc-17.

What's wetter? The shower or..?

"hate that you know me so well". oneshot, 5k. r.

Seungcheol wants Jeonghan. The group knows it. The fans know it. And it'd be great for everyone if Seungcheol could just god damn admit it.

"the dance of sea monsters and mermaids". office!au. oneshot, 12.5k. nc-17.

Competitors have been asking how Coupsmetics gets ahead of branding and market, when the only differences of their brands are subtle alterations of formula.

“A magician never spills his secrets.” Seungcheol would only offer a polite smile before he looks over to Secretary Yoon.

"tornado warnings". oneshot, 20k. pg-13. ♡

This was Jeonghan’s idea, and Seungcheol has the texts to prove it. Jeonghan is almost always the one calling for these things: let’s go eat, Cheolie-yah. Let’s take a walk, Seungcheol-ah. The lake is pretty, isn’t it? Let’s sit for a while, Seungcheolie. Seungcheolie—it’s cold. Give me your sweater.

And Seungcheol caves, and caves, and only offers the amount of resistance it takes to make Jeonghan smile again.

WONCHAN

"(i) put a spell on you". omegaverse: alpha!ww, omega!dn. oneshot, 7k. nc-17.

Wonchan are extremely, nastily obsessed with each other, and get nastier after a drought: the fic.

"love's awakened root". omegaverse: alpha!ww, omega!dn. oneshot, 9k. nc-17.

"I'm spending your rut with you," Chan says to Wonwoo. "Right?"

OTHER

"feelin' so hot (i got the fire)". soongyu. oneshot, 3k. nc-17.

Soonyoung hasn’t been touched in months. When he finally has a day off (and plans out a little self-care), he’s interrupted by a desperate call from Mingyu asking for help with the latest choreography. It won’t take long, right?

"everlasting arms". verkwan. omegaverse: omega!sk, alpha!vn. oneshot, 4k. nc-17.

Hansol's hoodies are missing. All of them.

"pretty please". seoksoon. omegaverse: omega!hs, omega!dk, rule 63. oneshot, 5k. nc-17.

For everything that leads her to fuck Jihoon's sister, Soonyoung blames heats. Heats, plural, as a concept. Heats for lesbian omegas, more specifically.

"a prayer for spring rain". jeonghan/wonwoo/dk. wolf!au: omega!jh, alpha!ww, beta!dk. oneshot, 7k. nc-17.

Wonwoo is no ordinary alpha. He wants something he will never get. That is until Seokmin and Jeonghan approach him with a proposition.

"all this manufactured desire". seokcheol. magical realism: sex pollen. oneshot, 10k. nc-17.

Seokmin braces himself, and he feels Seungcheol do the same, even without looking. Even while they both pointedly don’t look at each other.

“It’s some sort of lust spell, inducing feelings or urges so strong until it becomes unbearable,” Seungkwan says in a remarkably steady tone of voice, all things considered. "The, uh, only solution is to…fuck it out.”

"warm blood (underneath your skin)". jigyu. au: camboy!mg. oneshot, 11k. nc-17.

Jihoon’s skin prickles as he watches because all he can do is watch. Electricity lights up his muscles in a way that screams “reach out and take”, and it’s the inability that’s burning him up. He doesn’t normally feel this way watching Mingyu.

"if we don't do it, i can imagine it". seokwoo. roomate!au, gamer!ww, camboy!dk. oneshot, 26k. nc-17. ♡♡

Everything’s fine. Wonwoo might be in the process of developing a porn addiction and he’s certainly going to die alone and pining, but everything’s fine.

"in danger of a true romance". gyushua. au. 5 chapters, 33k. nc-17. ♡♡♡

When his best friend gets engaged after Joshua goes through a string of bad breakups and worse first dates, he swears off of dating. Unfortunately, the universe (and Jeonghan) has other plans. The man of honor he's supposed to plan this wedding with may look like Joshua's type on the surface (tall and eager), but he's a romantic -- and Joshua learned the hard way that romance isn't something he gets.

[nahoney22]

Hi, thanks for sharing my @techtalksfics yesterday, I fangirled a little hard because I love your writing so much 🙈🤍

If you have the time to do The 'You look absolutely irresistible right now' prompt with Tech that would be so amazing

Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 2k words

SFW

Prompt:

“You look absolutely irresistible right now.”

warnings: I went with fluff for this one because I thought the idea with this prompt was cute! So mainly fluff, hints of jealous Tech, reader has to be flirty for the mission, mutual pining, friends to lovers, reader is female and is wearing a gown. Not proofread.

Authors note: absolutely loved your fic! So hope you enjoy this one for you 💜 @adigressivedullard @techtalksfics (check out their work!)

Your nerves were palpable, no denying that. This was a mission you had never embarked on solo, and Cid had requested an attractive female to complete it, leaving you as the default choice. The weight of the task at hand seemed to settle heavily on your shoulders.

As Wrecker handed you your heels, purchased just an hour ago, you grumbled, "I don't know about this." Despite his reassuring words, you couldn't shake the unease in your gut. You put on your long sleeved gloves, trying to smooth out the wrinkles on your dress as you stood, feeling awkward and out of place.

"Why does the target have to have a thing for fancy parties?" You muttered miserably, but Hunter quickly answered,

"Because he has a thing for attractive ladies, and that's your chance to get closer and swipe his data." He scanned you from head to toe, his expression pleased with your appearance. "You look nice," he said with a smile.

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, but the truth was, being complimented by the boys felt great. You couldn't help but feel a little bit special. "I look silly," you replied, trying to downplay the compliments.

"You're only saying that because you're not used to it," Hunter said, folding his arms across his chest. "Want to run over the plan again?"

The thought of going over the plan made your stomach churn, so you quickly declined, "Nah, I think if I think too much about it I'll be sick. I should be fine though." You clutched your bag tightly, which contained everything you needed - a small blaster, earpiece, and a data collector.

Crosshair and Echo joined you, showering you with compliments and reassurances, but it was Tech's words that you yearned to hear the most. When he finally approached, buried in his datapad and relaying the briefing, every word made your heart race, not just because you were nervous, but because Tech was talking to you.

"If you can get the target to head into his office, the data should be in a stronghold box under his desk. If you can't find it, comm us, and we'll try to guide you." Your doubts about the mission's success began to creep in, and you asked, "What if it doesn't work, and he doesn't give me a second glance?"

Tech finally looked up at you, and his pupils dilated, making him feel as though his heart had momentarily stopped. "You look absolutely irresistible right now," he said, almost absentmindedly. His words left you stunned and his brothers wide-eyed, and it took Tech 2.75 seconds to realize what he had said.

A rush of blood flooded his cheeks as he added, "W-which is what is needed to pull off this mission." The compliment, though accidental, sent your heart fluttering.

The ship grew silent really quick as yourself and Tech stared across at each other, the others eyes flickering between the pair. The awkward silence is then broken when Omega comes bounding.

“Are we ready- why’s everyone so quiet?”

Suddenly it was like life was sucked into the room again and you cleared your throat, looking away from Tech despite being very flustered still.

“Yep! Let’s get this over with.”

—————————-

The mission was a resounding triumph, but for Tech, every moment was a trial. With the rest of the Batch, he had successfully hacked into the security systems of the building you entered, granting them the ability to monitor your movements and eavesdrop on your conversations.

As expected, particularly by Tech, you smoothly infiltrated the target's office. As he observed from behind a monitor, his jaw tightened with tension.

The man was engaging in flirtatious, slimy banter with you, and it was only natural that you would reciprocate (for the sake of the mission). Jealousy gnawed at him, a feeling he never imagined he would experience for someone, but he detested every second of this mission. If there had been any other option, he would have proposed it, but instead, he was forced to witness the object of his affection for months being pursued while donning the most opulent and ostentatious attire. He always believed you were a vision of beauty, no matter what you wore. But when he saw you in that moment in that gown, he was nearly, for the first time, struck dumb.

He winced inwardly at the slip of his tongue from before, the compliment being an accidental in his part but not at all false. You were indeed bewitching, a fact that was becoming evident as you and the others now celebrated at Cid's, clinking glasses and toasting to a job well done.

You're seated at one of the dingy booths in Cid’s bar, leisurely clinking glasses with Bolo and Ketch, when you cast your gaze upward to find Tech glancing over his shoulder in your direction, sat alone at the bar. Your heart starts pounding like a war drum in your chest, and you can only imagine why he was sitting by himself and not with you guys

“Go talk to him,” Crosshair prods you from the side, his arms firmly folded across his chest, a toothpick tucked between his lips.

You purse your lips, torn. “What if he was only being polite, trying to put me at ease about the mission?”

Crosshair removes the toothpick from his lips and tosses it onto the already cluttered floor, a staple at Cid’s. “Or, you could take a chance that he likes you back,” he adds, his tone both stern and encouraging.

You hadn’t upfront told Crosshair your feelings for Tech, he just assumed as he caught you ‘dreamily gawping’ as he said, at Tech.

“I don't know,” you murmur, still uncertain.

“Just do it.” He grunts, rolling his eyes with his tone stern but you knew it was just to push you in the right direction.

For a splash of luck, you take a fortifying gulp from your drink and stand, your palms sweating so you wipe them on your pants which you changed into after the mission.

Tech sits lost in thought, swirling the contents of his drink and staring intently at his datapad, when he hears a shuffling beside him. He looks up, struggling to contain his surprise at seeing you there.

“Hi Tech.” You greet softly, smiling over at him.

“Hello.” His reply is rather strained, his head instantly whipping down to look at his device again, breathing a little ragged.

You strum your fingers against the bar and ever so gently nudge his shoulder with your own. “You not going to make me one of your famous drinks tonight?”

Little did people know, Tech was quite the mixologist on the quiet. You learned this when it was just you and him at Cid’s and you watched him making some kind of concoction of drink. After he slid it over to you and had a taste, you were hooked and thus made you like him just a tiny bit more since he always made you a drink, without even asking.

“What would you like?” He asks, tilting his head to look at you before standing and moving round the side of the bar, grabbing a cup ready.

You hum teasingly, tapping your fingers against your chin as if to show in deep thought. “How about my usual?”

He smiles lightly, rather pleased that you didn’t seem embarrassed or put off by what he said prior. Although, it lingered on both of your minds. “Coming right up.”

You watch him at work but smile sadly as you see him fumble a few times, clearly his headspace is elsewhere. “So, what crazy mission do you think Cid will have us do next?”

“Hopefully one that pays well enough for us to move somewhere else.” His tone was a little off.

“Do you not like it here?”

“Let me correct myself,” he says, popping a straw in your drink before sliding it over, “I do not like doing missions for Cid.”

You hum in somewhat agreement and take a sip of your drink, sighing in delight after a long day. “Even today's mission?”

He blinks at you, drying slightly damp hands on a small towel. “Especially today.”

“Oh.” You’re taken aback at his bluntness, instantly fearing that you did something wrong. “Because of me?”

He didn’t need to be Hunter to sense your uneasiness and instantly gave you an apologetic glance. “You performed well and got the mission done. However I would have rather had someone go with you in case things got complicated.”

“But it didn’t?”

He nods. “I acknowledge that but like I said, I wish someone would have been there with you when the target was almost putting his hands on you.”

He goes off on a little bit of a tangent and the realisation struck you. Or so, you hoped what you were thinking was right. “Tech, were you jealous?”

He stilled, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as you caught him off guard once again. “Admittedly, yes.”

You wet your lips, eager to delve deeper into his admission. “May I ask why?”

He scrutinised your face, noticing its softness, and couldn't help but observe as you moistened your lips delicately. Clearing his throat, he began, “I did some research on the concept of jealousy and discovered it stems from a fear or concern over losing what one possesses. I don't claim to possess you nor would I ever want you to think that, but I cannot deny that the thought of hearing and seeing you engage in flirtation with another man...it caused me pain.”

You’re completely shocked by his words but stay silent, letting him continue. “Initially I knew you would be the perfect candidate for the mission but I was not aware you could possess a power that makes me breathless just by the sight of you. Which is often. In conclusion, I can only imagine that the target felt the same as I did.”

Tech pushes up his goggles up his nose, eyes trained on you to gauge your reaction to what he was saying but you remain unreadable.

“And when I mentioned you being irresistible, I meant every word. You are irresistible, again and again.”

You spoke his name softly, feeling as though your insides were turning to liquid as you basked in his words. “Are you saying you have feelings for me?”

He stands a little taller, chest puffed out as he braces himself for whatever your reaction may be. "’Feelings’ is a weak term. I love you, to be more precise.”

Now you're rendered speechless. A grin spreads across your face as you melted inside at his words. “I...I love you too, Tech,” you whispered, not wanting anyone else to overhear this intimate moment between you two. “I just didn't think you felt the same.”

He cocked his head, trying to contain the explosion of emotions inside of him as you voiced his greatest desire - your love for him. “Did I not make my intentions clear?”

“No,” you shake your head with a laugh, “of course not.”

“Oh.” He responds, unsure what to do now at this moment in time after confessing his love for you. “I am unsure what the next approach is. I would ask you if you’d like a drink but that is something I already have taken care of.”

You think for a moment and after today, you felt like you were on a winning streak anyway. So, why not top it off?

“We could seal it with a kiss, if you’d like?”

You watch him as his eyes slowly get comically wider at your bold suggestion but not once was he going to refuse. “I would like that very much.” He replies, voice a little husky.

He leans forward a little, as did you, both leaning over the bar until your lips touch in a sweet and tender moment. Your heart skips a beat and you sigh softly against his firm yet soft lips as he lets the kiss linger for a moment before he pulls back, cheeks ablaze.

“Tech?”

“Hm?” He asks with hooded eyes, still reeling from the revelation.

“I think you’re pretty irresistible too.”

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[thesupreme316]

i’m back! how would aew boys react to reader having a bianca moment she has a mystery opponent they come out and beat her in a couple seconds https://youtu.be/XvblHAfgCwo

i’m bad at explaining if you can can you add Kenny Omega

AEW Stars React: You Losing Your Championship Within a Minute

Pairings: MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Darius Martin x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: thanks to @cassie0sstuff for requesting this (i always love your requests). I still have a lot of requests so Imma try my best to release 2 or 3 things tomorrow. umm thanks for supporting me and reading my crazy thoughs. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: "mature language", mentions of bribery and my sugar daddy Christian Cage

Taglist (if yall wanna join, lemme know): @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @cassie0sstuff @hookerforhook @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @sheinthatfandom

Even though you can click on this link, imma elaborate:

After what happened, you sat up in the ring in disbelief

You were mad at the lack of communication, mad at the unwanted surprise

But you were mainly mad at yourself for not seeing this earlier

You were just overall really upset at the entire situation

But if you were feeling this way, imagine how your significant other/best friend felt…

Kenny Omega

THIS MAN WOULD FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY

Immediately asks who signed off on this and who didn’t tell you

“I swear to god that I didn’t know. But whoever did, better pray that I don’t kick their ass.”

Is upset that this decision was made without his input

Would def be heartbroken after seeing your pouting face

Immediately hugs you telling you that he’s sorry and that you’ll get your rematch soon

After comforting you, he goes into executive producer mode and tries to figure out how to give you a decent rematch where everything makes sense and has meaning

Promises you that you’ll get the match that you deserve (might fight Tony tbh…me too, I wanna fight Tony)

Eddie Kingston

It took everything in him not to run out to the ring and kick your opponent’s ass

But he didn’t…instead he linked everything back to his enemies

I think he would see this situation as people trying to hurt him through you (or you paying for his words/actions)

“Doll, I’m sorry that some people are literally out to get you for stupid shit. But I promise that I will help you get your championship back.”

Immediately hugs you while you try to calm down

Just like any situation where you are in danger/or upset, he’ll take this very personally

Will help you in your rematch by any means

Shit..because Eddie is a ride or die, he might put his title on the line for yours

Darius Martin

BABY BOY IS DISTRAUGHT FOR YOU

Runs down to the ring and comforts you while you look on in disbelief

He hugs you, whispers sweet comforting words to you

Promises that you will become champion again

“Listen, they don’t deserve it. But you do and because of that, you will become champion again.”

Hypes you up and is glad to be a part of your revenge plan

Does anything you ask, as long as he’s helping

Is ringside for your rematch and stops other people from interfering with your match

Daniel Garcia

So….SINCE THIS MAN IS FREE FROM THE SHACKLES AND CHAINS OF THE JAS

He has found his humility

After making sure you’re okay, he tries to go after them; but you stop him out of exhaustion

Now, he’s concerned about making sure your mental health is okay (as this is nerve-wracking)

Mans gets on the mic a week later ripping into your opponents in your absence

“Y/N made that championship, not the other way around. She didn’t need to be a whining, cowardly bitch to get it.”

I think Daniel would try his best to help you get inside of your opponent’s head (one good thing he learned from the JAS)

Will post on social media your merch, promos, and pictures (especially when your opponent posts something else)

“Anyways, stan Y/N”

Christian Cage

He’s suing everyone in sight (my hero)

Your opponent? Sued. The referee? sued. Tony Kahn? He is now in debt to Christian.

I think he would use his smart and manipulation tactics to really get the championship

You didn’t even have to ask him, he just did it for you

“Don’t worry sweetheart, everything is gonna be alright.”

Makes your opponent sign a contract that is in your huge favor

Then makes Luchasuarus choke slam them; you cover them (all within 5 seconds)

You win and now you and Christian roam around the locker room flaunting your championships

Hook

Hook mad? No, no, no. Mans is pissed

I think this along with what’s happening with Jack Perry has really sent him over the rails

He’s kicking everyone in sight, slapping people, throwing the security over the barricade

Tries to suplex your opponent but Jack stops him (which leads to a chase around the arena)

“That bastard can’t run for long. And your coward for an opponent won’t be able to defend that championship when we’re done with them.”

This leads to a tag match between you/Hook vs. your opponent/Jack

You got your lick back (best believe it)

You and Hook won your titles back within a match (a first in AEW history)

Ricky Starks

Mans in disbelief

Someone shut his mouth before he catches flies (god forbid he’s in his heel era cause everyone would be flamed)

I think he would be genuinely pissed off to the point where you couldn’t even calm him down

Immediately goes on a rant on the mic

“First, this company screws me over. Now it’s Y/N? Y’all have really fucked up! Are you lopsided, cross-eyed, inbred people just bored?”

….don’t argue with me, I can see him saying it…

Since he’s suspended, he manages you and you come back with a new attitude

After some “cheating” (Ricky calls it guaranteeing a victory), you win your championship back

Ricky’s there; just smiling and feels great that he was able to help you gain something back that meant so much to you

MJF:

Mans straight up buys it back

No, deadass, that’s it

He’s done with taking the higher road with certain shit/people so he goes back to bribing

Max literally just keeps upping the price

“I know that your poor, stank asses need more than 100 dollars so how about 1,000 dollars? Maybe you can buy some soap.”

After buying the belt and the reign, he throws you a coronation where he proclaims you the queen of the women’s division

Dares anyone to say otherwise

He also renegotiates your contract which strictly prohibits matches that you are not prepared for/made aware of

“I just wanna look out for you. Since this dumbass company can’t.”

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Thoughts on TBB 3x13: Into the Breach

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Oh you know how excited I got during this one

Tantiss in the sun??? That's unusual

MOUSE DROID!

The kids are all so sad. This is heartbreaking 😭

This moment seems like a prime time to contact Echo just saying

*gasp* SHIP! PLEASE TELL ME THAT'S WHO I THINK IT IS

AAAAAAAAAHHHHH HE'S BACK!!!

Hunter and Echo's little handshake always makes me soft 🥰

"That hydro snake" glad to have you and your snark back, Echo

THE QUIRKED EYEBROW 😭 I missed him so much 🫶

Hahahahahaha Wrecker and Crosshair's joint "YES"

"Well you've been demoted" Echo is not putting up with Rampart's bs and I love him for that

I really miss Hunter's scarf this season. I wish he kept it 🥲

Also petition for Echo to get a Kama again!

Oooooh she sneaky

Not sure what she's going to do with one small stick but I trust her

THEY STRIPPED THE ARMOUR WTF

I mean it kinda looks like how it used to tbf but I got used to the paint 🥺

Hahahahaha I love that they didn't change the clothing underneath. They stripped the colour off their armour to be stealthy and yet are still walking around with brightly-coloured underclothing

Ugh the fact that Crosshair looks the closest to an Imperial like this makes me upset 😭

"I've missed this" Of course you have you smug bastard

"I don't think so" Echo really does not give a shit about Rampart and I don't blame him

Real subtle Hunter

"Err Captaining" WRECKER I FUCKING LOVE YOU

Thinking back to how Echo used to be the rule follower and would try and stop his batchmates from stepping out of line and now he's pushing around an ex-Vice Admiral while breaking into an imperial base to go and break Omega out of a highly-secure imperial lab. He's grown so much 🥺🫶

Noooooo I don't like that. Echo having to sneak onto a heavily guarded ship by himself stresses me out

"Wonderful. We're all going to die" Look, I may hate this man, but some of his line deliveries crack me up

You'd think the wall tiles in a top secret imperial lab would be more secure than that but okay

I'm not sure how Echo managed that slide roll thing off the top of the container but damn it was smooth af 🤩

HE WENT UP THE FUCKING DROID CHUTE 😭 THIS MAN I SWEAR TO GOD

Like that would be such a Fives plan and Echo has just embraced that chaos

Wrecker casually strolling off the ship with an imperial slung over his shoulder (while wearing his hat) 🤣

THIS EPISODE IS NOT GOOD FOR MY HEART RATE

THAT LANDING WAS TOO CLOSE FOR MY LIKING

New episode and I fucking loved this one! Still feel like we have a lot to wrap up in the last two episodes but there was a good balance of humour, action and tension

ALSO ECHO FINALLY CAME BACK!!! I missed him so much 🥺

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt. 46)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Jimin’s third secret is a little bit harder to explain.

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Guns, murder, assassin! Jimin, Hitman! Jimin, talks of death, brief suicidal ideation, desperate characters, angst, survivors guilt and regular guilt, unreliable narrator, stalking, smoking, speeding, flashback, Breif nudity, brief sexual content, mentions of knots,

W/c: 11.2k

A/n: so….this is a reveal i’ve had written and planned for the better part of 2 years and it’s up to you guys to decide if i pulled it off well enough! i might hold off on answering any spoilery asks for a little bit but i’d love to hear your guys reactions to this big reveal. i know i kinda fucked up the posting times in the Sneek peek but 😅 this chapter is probably one people will need to sit with for a while. 

Previous chapter - Masterlist

Hoseok’s going to fucking die.

 He can’t fucking breathe. His heart is stuttering out of his chest, frantic like a rabbit against his ribcage, something delicate and small and precious growing there that he can't name- not yet. Boyish excitement tears through his body and he literally can't stop himself from bouncing up and down.

He’s going to kill you- No- he’s going to squish you as hard as he can, until you let out a squeak until you become something like that- small and precious and fuzzy. Then he's going to squish you some more. 

he alternates between bouncing and rubbing closed fists against his eyes  as hard as he can, checking that the sight he’s seeing in your front yard is real. Suburbia just doesn’t get this kind of flare. The pristine fresh paint job on the car glitters like the evening stars.  

“You didn’t. Please tell me this is a goddamn joke.”

The source of Hobi’s not-so-secret elation will soon be parked in your driveway. Emotions are hard to tease through. He hardly knew to expect this when you’d hovered in the doorway this morning, hands folded behind your back, more nervous around him than he’d seen you in weeks.

“Okay so- I might have a tiny itty bitty super small surprise for you, but you have to promise not to freak out okay?”  

 Hoseok is decidedly freaking out, biting his knuckles to keep from letting out what would certainly be an unattractive squeal. The bright red Lamborghini makes its slow descent from the tow truck, He winces as the chains clang and cling. But the driver seems to have it well in hand, and what he doesn’t have in hand- Namjoon and Yoongi are handling. 

Both of them have set their cups of coffee on the rock wall that separates your yard from your parking spot and the street. The two of them check the margins and set their hands on their hips in a way that is decidedly capable in that old man sort of way. the way that dads watch their kids first soccer game or oversee the grill at a potluck. 

The rest of the pack waits and watches with their coffee and pajamas, with murmurs of surprise and excitement too. But this is Hobi’s car, not any of theirs. You’re signing over the papers right now.

 “Did you have any idea she was doing this?” Namjoon asks Yoongi keeping an eye on the belts that the man slowly loostens, careful to not let the buckles even touch the cars windows. 

Your mate sighs, exasperated. “Kind of-” 

You finish your own cup and pick up Yoongi’s from the rock wall while Jin licks his fingers and flicks a piece of paper. He's a little grumpy at having to look at so many words so early in the morning but Hobi’s joy makes up for it. He’s not going to say anything.

Even if the car itself looks a little suspicious. Jin didn't even have time to put his contacts in. His thick glasses and Good day pajamas should only be for his pack's eyes. His cute lips drawn into a pout that you’ll be sure to kiss smiley later (sometimes Jin just needs to be grumpy in the mornings).

"You got me a fucking Lamborghini." It's a fact, not a question, but Hobi needs to check just to make sure this is all real.  

"Technically I didn't buy you anything" you don't say that it was your ex-husband, no one here needs that reminder. You wave your hands flippantly, "it's better it's yours that rotting away in a garage somewhere" you say, but no one takes your flimsy excuse for what it is. Hoseok's still gaping at you open mouthed, eyes darting from you to the car. 

"Are you sure?"

"Just take the fucking keys." Hoseok's hand closes around the metal. He's so much more a fan of physical ones than key fobs, it's old fashioned a little and so him it makes sentimentality rise in his throat. There's even a little keychain on it- a flower with rainbow petals. 

"Did you actually just pinch yourself to check if you're dreaming?" You scoff, but no one's fooled. 

The fact remains that you could have easily not done this, the fact that you'd thought too arouses more than one question. Jimin pecks Tae's cheek and heads back inside to relieve Jungkook of pancake duty. 

On the rock wall, Namjoon’s cup pins down a manila envelope and keeps it from getting swept up by the wind. That one contains your social security card and a thick booklet of equally precious information on your banking accounts. Delivered by courier- who sits in the front seat of the tow truck and taps on his phone waiting for the delivery to be done.  

Jimin's shoulders are curled as he disappears inside the house, Tae's eyes follow him. there's something bothering him, tae can tell just by watching the way he moves. But whatever it is he hasn't confided in her yet. “You might be giving Jimin a run for his money with this gift.” 

Jin points a pen in Tae’s direction. “Don’t give him any ideas darling, our driveway isn’t large enough for 4 cars, let alone 5.” 

Tae looks like a darling today, her hair all in these loose little waves that you've been trying out on her (her hair is so strong and straight- it's hard to make even the tightest of pin curls stick without exposing it to serious heat). Her hair is finally growing out to something feminine- dyed a fresh frosty lilac color that flatters her skin tone. 

While the pack has gotten used to appreciating Tae in all her makeup and glittery finery they're still particularly fond of this version of her. Her hairs a little messy, the faint sheen of skincare from last night still glowing on her cheeks, and a bit of mascara rubbed around her eyes making her look dark and mysterious.

Jimin and Namjoon couldn't keep their hands off of her this morning (kind of like how Hobi can't keep his hands off of you right now, but no ones willing to mention it should it spook him).

You’re wrapped up in a thick fluffy robe to keep out the morning chill and Tae is too. both of yours matching pink with your names embroidered on the collar, Hobi doesn’t know who gave them to you- if it was Namjoon or Jimin, but it feels squishy soft when his happiness takes living form and he wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes again. Tae’s fluffy lavender hair blows in the wind and she tucks it back behind her ear and sinks back inside the house after minnie. 

You let out a little squeak, your pen almost dropping. Apparently the delivery of a car worth over a quarter of a million dollars has some hoops to jump through and more than a few initials, but also some affection to endure too. 

You find you don't mind it so much. Hobi squeezes you again just for good measure.

“If you don’t like it I can easily send it back.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

You click the pen and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. Bouncing on his heels and jostling you in the process.

Hobi only has eyes for the car so he misses the blush on your cheeks by a mile but Jin doesn’t. he hands you another sheet and pinches your cheek, you swat his hands away, but even Jin’s tempted to smile at Hobi’s infectious joy.  

He squeezes you once more before the happiness takes him and he bounces close to the car. He squeezes Yoongi’s hip and your mate jumps. He's doing a lot of squeezing and touching, but maybe this is just how Hobi gets when he's too happy for words.

This isn’t just a nice gift, it’s a fucking impossible one. A fucking sportscar out of Hobi’s wildest dreams. He and Yoongi have always loved cars the most, in the way that most boys do. The red paint job is absolutely perfect, it's Hobi’s favorite color. He’s sure you didn’t know but somehow the fact that it is his favorite color makes it all the more meaningful.

The last time he saw a photo of this car, it was bright pink. Your favorite. He won’t read too much into it- that pink and red are either the best color combo or the least depending on who you ask. He’s too fucking excited he wouldn't have cared if you kept it pink.  

It’s a Saturday, and fall and summer seem to be at war with one another yet again. Yesterday was pretty chilly, but today promises to be another scorcher. Hobi would believe that summer was still here if he couldn’t see the red top of the sugar maple across the street.

Jimin must be handling the pancakes because Jungkook appears on the porch in his extra large black sweatsedo, drowning him in a cute floppy bunny mess as he falls by your side, mouth drawn into a dazzled oh.

One of your neighbors is on his porch too chatting away on the phone. It’s already attracting attention. The older alpha even comes out of his house to watch as the tow truck carefully places it onto the concrete. It falls the last inch gracefully but it still makes Hobi wince.

“Did you add more gravel to the driveway because it wouldn’t have enough clearance otherwise?” Hobi asks Yoongi. He watches on with an air of anxiety- only the rest of the pack don’t realize that it’s not solely because he’s worried about the delivery people possibly scratching the bright red sports car.

“I did” he confesses. Hobi’s joy almost makes it worth it.

Almost.  

You’d be wrong if you guessed that Yoongi didn’t mind the car (and more importantly who you’d called. He was fucking furious.Mostly he was upset that you hadn't consulted him first or let him handle it. Whispered conversations of ‘you don’t know what you’re doing’ and ‘is it really worth the risk for a car? They're not fucking with us now, and I don't think you realize how rare that is.’

He’d promptly shut up when you’d said it was for Hobi. You also might have laid it on a little thick, and confessed your secondary reason too- not entirely a lie to placate him.

Sooner rather than later- you’re going to need the documents you’d lost in your mad dash away from Geumjae. At the very least you needed a copy of your social security card and enough information to access your bank accounts. 

And Geumjae's life insurance policy. 

There’s also the matter of any sort of properties you’d inherited from him. Although the Min family fortune remains solely in Yoongi’s name and whatever criminal enterprises remain retained by whatever branch of the Min family that’s still lurking about.

The penthouse, the burned-down row house, the beach bungalow, and a few other properties are technically yours. Their deeds are in that envelope. While You don’t care what happens to them anymore- too many bad memories stitched into the very walls of those places- they are yours by right.

 And the pack might have a use for them.

You’re still thinking about it, what Hobi said about Namjoon hating his job the other day. Why shouldn’t the people you love live in leisure when you’re capable of giving it to them? this car is only the beginning of it. 

...You just have to find a way to tell Namjoon and Jin one of these days. You’re more nervous than excited.

Jin didn't peek inside the second envelope after Yoongi verified that it was your social security card. But maybe it would be better if he did, if you told him and ripped the bandaid off then he’d have a solution within the next hour. You know Jin. 

But for some reason with this, you want a little bit of control over what happens with this.

Most of the time control is the opposite of what you want. But recently that's started to change- with Namjoon and Jin to depend on when you want to feel smothered within an inch of your life, everything from your meals to your outfits to when you get kisses planned- it’s gotten easier to think of the future. And easier to think of what should be yours

by the laws of marriage and blood you’d paid. in the eyes of the state, everything that (Legally) belonged to Geumjae belongs to you. 

 You’d peeked into that envelope earlier, and on top was a fat check from insurance, not from Geumjae’s life insurance but for your nearly 7 million dollar row house in the city. You almost forgot that Moonbyul staged Geumjae’s death as a death by fire, you’re sure someone must have said something to you about covering up the murder in the hours following his death but you’d obviously had your priorities.  

Now, the envelope collects coffee rings. You’re too nervous to look at the rest of the documents. 

You’ve been making the effort to spend more time with Yoongi recently, in order to make up for both not telling him about your call to Moonbyul and the distance that had unintentionally made its way between you two over the last few months. Your car ride date the other night was only the start of it.  

You’d gotten absolutely covered head to toe with pink and plum paint with him yesterday while painting part of the upstairs, you’d ordered takeout for lunch and ate it cross legged on the floor of the upstairs, then spent most of the evening in a Min Yoongi colored haze. The pack had settled on a darker color for the nesting nook and you'd both dragged them upstairs once they’d gotten home to show them.

After, you'd reclined with your mate in the bathtub and removed all the paint that had worked its way into the groves of your hands and his. Leisurely in his touches. "let me touch you" he'd asked. And let him- you did.

With slow precise movements over your hands to rub away the purple as carefully and as exactly as he would if he were removing lacquer from a millennia-old piece of art. Yoongi’s touches always make you feel special. 

Jimin had come home in the middle of it, not quite so shy as not to intrude on your private time but not brave enough not to dodge your eye contact,  His sweet scent flaring deliciously before he’d gotten a little nervous, scent souring.

He has something he wants to ask but can’t quite yet.

Namjoon eyes the car getting progressively more and more anxious, and Jungkook leans over the hood, fingers drumming against the metal. “How fast does this thing go?” He asks. Namjoon’s foot taps an anxious rhythm on the asphalt and Jin slides the tow truck a 50 before it pulls away with a rumble. Glad to be done with it.

Hobi gingerly gets in the front seat. Feeling the full grain leather and an all-black interior. Heated seats, digital screen, the works. his hands smooth over the steering wheel with reverence. this is the nicest thing that's ever been his.

You cross your arms. “Fast enough.”

Hobi’s smile goes a little hysteric looking at the speedometer, and he lets out a laugh that sounds a little unhinged. “How fast does 250 mph sound?”

Namjoon’s hands shake as he sets them on the roof of the car, leaning in to give Hobi his I'm pack alpha and you will not disagree with me look. “You have to promise me right now that you’re not going to speed- I swear to god Hobi-” Namjoon’s anxiety spikes higher and higher, but Yoongi thumps him on the back with a soft smile.

“At least it’s not Minnie Joon- relax.”

Namjoon goes a little pale. “He’s banned from driving this car, officially. Alphas orders.”

“Are you guys going to wait around all day or will you let me drive it?”

“She gets the front seat,” Hobi says, and no one argues with him. He hops up to hold the door open for you, and out of the corner of your eyes, you see Namjoon and Jin share a look. “Just around the block,” Hobi says, and Jin raises his eyebrow without comment taking Namjoon’s empty coffee cup and the others on the rock wall before he heads back inside.

They both know once Hobi starts driving he might not be able to stop but with any luck, in a few minutes, he might come back and switch out a few passengers so that they can all get a taste of the new ride.

He’s vibrating with that listless energy he gets, the kind reserved for late-night drives, really really pretty fields of flowers, Yoongi’s playlist, and now- you.

The way you tilt your head at him is almost bratty. No one comments on the fact that you don’t even bother to change out of your house slippers as you hover in the doorway. “Do I always get the front seat in this car now?”

“Yes, Now stop being stupid and get in.”

Hobi feels the purr of the car in his veins as he turns the key. A check in the rearview mirror reveals namjoon getting over his anxiety and beginning to get excited, yoongi biting back and smiling, and Jungkook in the middle, keeping his knees together to make room for the others, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with bunny curiosity. Murmuring compliments of "Wow hyung it even has that new car smell!" and "I like the seats" as earnestly simple as only Jungkook can be.

The car literally purrs, like some sort of tiger. Hobi rests his forehead on the steering wheel, closer to tears than he’d ever willingly admit. He lets out a low groan, a little too close to a moan to escape your ire. “Holy fuck”

You laugh at him. Openly. And he tells you to shut up.

“Oh, you fucking wish, I’m never going to stop teasing you for this, are you like- actually turned on by a goddamn car?” 

Hoseok flushes as red as the car. “Passenger princess.” 

“Car fucker.”

 “Is that really the best insult you could come up with?”’ 

Jungkook sends a pregnant look in Yoongi’s direction as if to say, “is this what their flirting looks like?” but your mate just shrugs, as perplexed as Jungkook is.

The handling of the car is just as you remember it, smooth as silk as Hobi pulls away from the house, he almost winces when it goes over the pothole at the end of the street, and yet, when he pulls out onto the main road. The thing is absolute magic.

But he can’t help but look over at you and wonder why you did this. He doesn’t know how much thought went into this. There were other papers too, Ones that he saw you wordlessly hand off to Yoongi.  

Hobi hadn't realized just how sudden your departure from your last life must have been. Which begs the question- Why this, and why now?

Why did you do this for him?

Namjoon’s hand goes around Hobi’s headrest the second he goes even a mile over the speed limit. “Hobi-” he starts to say, but you shoot him a look. 

“No back seat driving alpha” you quip, and Jungkook laughs, Namjoon looks like you’ve spat in his cereal (But he also looks like he wanted you to spit in his cereal so it’s a win-win.)

“Who’s calling the shots now?” he splutters, smiling all the while, Hobi can’t stop watching you out of the corner of his eye, his heart perplexingly tight. Confused emotions swirling in his chest

 “It was always her Joonie. come on. It’s 45 here, at least let me go 60.”

~-~ 

Both Jimin and Namjoon have a mini schedule that Saturday, a handful of consultations with people who can't make appointments in the middle of the week. Without the whole pack home for most of the day, it keeps it from feeling like a real weekend.

Jimin's day job feels more bothersome than usual, he spends the mid-morning driving into the city to pick up one of the idols, take them to a few meetings, and then back to their apartment. It’s over and done with by the time the sun starts a lazy descent. The days are getting shorter, the nights longer. 

Hobi is still probably fanboying over the car, Jimin got a picture halfway through the day of him at the beach with it, and Jimin bets that more than one starry-eyed youngster probably asked to take a photo. Hobi looks pretty when he’s happy and the sight of you pressed all up against his side, his arm around your shoulder wasn't bad either. yoongi's going to print it out and put it in a picture frame probably.  

At least Hobi had a good day today.

Sometimes the truth and guild feel a little bit closer to Jimin’s fingertips. Thoughts like- I should do more for Tae and I should do more for all of them cross his mind as fluttering and vicious as butterflies with razor wings. Jimin’s metaphors aren’t as exact as Tae’s but you get the picture. 

Preoccupied with his own internal monologue, Jimin nearly misses you when he pulls up to the front of the house, sitting on the rock wall watching noodle dart back and forth chasing the chipmunks that perpetually live in your rock wall. 

Yoongi’s Subaru is on the street now, and Hobi’s sportscar is crammed between Jin’s mini. Namjoon’s charger is missing, but he’ll be home soon. There’s a light on in the kitchen, the rest of the pack must be inside. It makes his heart hurt in more ways than one to see you so innocently sitting and waiting for them to come home. You raise your hand in a wave and Jimin wishes he felt less tired and less afraid. 

He spends a few seconds gathering his things, knowing that he won’t be able to keep his face from breaking in front of you, it’s always especially hard to keep the guilt from showing when it's just the two of you alone.

It would be easier to hide his guilt, if today hadn't been so horrible. it’s always the hardest to keep his emotions hidden when the days been full. 

He fiddles with something at his waist, the sleeve of his shirt's torn, and his collar is too. It’s kind of strange to see him an inch away from perfect. Jimin is usually so careful to never be sloppy. It's an old shirt, Some crazy fan threw a sandwich at him and he had to change out of the suit he usually favors. He keeps an extra change of clothes in the car for that reason.

And one other reason, but Jimin’s never had to hide bloody clothes before.

You recognize the haze following him, wrinkling your nose at him. “Wouldn’t Namjoon get mad if he knew you were smoking?” you say. Hopping up to press your body all along the line of him. Jimin might have been quick to hide it, but he’s beginning to learn that there are few secrets that you miss.

He pecks your forehead, keeping his expression measured and routine. “Oh, he’d riot.”   

You huff a quiet laugh and Jimin takes the still barely glowing cigarette out from behind his back. he sits on the rock wall next to you, willing to wait and delay dinner a little longer. your warm bare thigh close to his while he finishes his cigarette. You’re unworried about the dirt and lichen sullying your tiny silk shorts and he’s pretty sure there's still poppy seeds on his black slacks. They’re the ones with the ruffles on the hems that Jimin has seen Yoongi fiddle with like he likes the texture.

Jimin fiddles with them too, hands playing with the high point of your thigh. Words that he can’t ever say dancing on the tip of his tongue, guilt in every little soothing touch in the same way it’s hovered ever since Tae come out.

Before if he’s being honest. 

You look like you want Jimin to be honest and like you might want to be honest too. You bite your lower lip and before you can say anything he proffers you the second half of the cigarette.

“Want a puff?” Now Jimin is just inviting the pack alpha and omegas ire and promising the wrath of Yoongi too for introducing you to his bad habit. The last one he’s got that he can’t quite kick. It might be a little masochistic but today Jimin wants their hatred. Their hatred would be easier to get than yours.

Barring the day Tae came out you haven’t ever expressed your anger at him, even though you probably should have by now if it was ever going to come. 

You shrug, taking it after a moment. You cough more than breathe- all wrong like you’ve never done it before. You smile through your discomfort and Jimin can’t help but be just a tiny bit endeared.

“These things kill you, You know?” is all you say, eyes watering when you hand it back to him. 

Jimin wonders if you’ve ever done any drugs before, now’s not an appropriate time to ask, and yet- he wants to. Jimin’s lungs are burning with everything he wants to ask you, to say, to apologize for. More than smoke and fire, truth always burns on the inhale and exhale.  

“A lot of things can kill you,” Jimin says. 

You reach up and hook your finger into the hole at his collar. and he blows the smoke to the side instead of on your face.

He’s heard you and Yoongi every single morning this week, deep breaths and soft moans. The sound of the bed rocking in a house that has very thin walls. Your moans, high-pitched and sweet. Jimin can’t put it out of his mind. It’s not that you both haven’t had any opportunity to be intimate since Tae’s coming out just that Jimin's been a little resistant to it. A little cautious. 

Any intimacy is more than he ever deserves to beg from you.

He and Tae have yet to exchange more than kisses yet. Jimin’s not quite sure what Tae coming out changed between the two of you, but things feel less pent up now.

Today with the car, Jimin realized something; that maybe- you'd sort of given Jimin his own car of sorts (although he'd never compare tae to something so inanimate). The meaning is still there. It's more correct to say you'd given him the sun with her, the sun the moon, and the whole sky wrapped in one.

Both you and Jimin are keenly aware of the price people put on love.

He hadn't realized it had changed your dynamic until he'd seen the photo, you and Hobi wrapped up together smiling. Such a change from the distance you'd had before, a needed one, but still a change nonetheless.

Jimin wonders how long it would have taken if you hadn't gifted Hobi a very expensive gift and what else might have happened if you hadn't chosen to become someone Tae depended on. Jimin doesn't like thinking about you as someone who would plan something like that. You're terribly disarming in your pink shorts that he can't stop touching and you probably know that. That's probably why you'd chosen to wear them.

He's stressed just considering it, although that could be the stress of the day just lingering too. Jimin’s day job is so stressful sometimes, it's stressful to be so watchful, to control his temper when people elbow and shove him. Why is it that all proprietary seems lost when the idols come into the public eye?

At least the guys aren’t so bad. A little diva-ish maybe, but Jimin thinks he might be that way if he had every omega in a 100-mile radius try to date him too so he tries not to judge. (That’s a lie actually- Jimin wouldn’t give a fuck about any of that if he still had the same pack. Wouldn’t care in the slightest at all. Nothing holds a candle to this, even the prettiest of omegas wouldn’t make his eyes stray from Tae for long.)

But you are the prettiest of omegas, swinging your dirty feet in the little pebbles, hands on your knobbly knees. There’s something about you that has always aroused Jimin’s instincts, something that aches when you leave forward and rub away his frown with a thumb.

Manipulative or not, he leans into the touch. Making sure to drag your wrist down his neck so that when you pull away you'll smell like him. good. his instincts purr, good that everyone knows who you belong to.  

But Jimin also comes away smelling like you, and somehow it feels like more of a claim even though you're the omega and he's the alpha.

“Stressful day?” you ask carefully, the only thing you really can ask. Jimin looks like he needs to keep his walls up. You won’t ever leave him without his armor. (What you really want to ask is if he killed someone today. But you know better than to broach any topic like that in the vicinity of the pack house).

You and Jimin don’t talk about your secrets, even when you’re alone.

“Nope.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t lie.” He takes another long drag of his cigarette, voice going darker.

“What are we if not the lies we tell to the people that matter to us?”

You lean back, considering him for a moment.

 “That’s unfailingly honest of you.”

The streetlight pops on and Jimin smudges the cherry out on the walkway and then drags you inside. He’s keen to avoid a lecture and Namjoon will be getting home soon. You follow him into the pack's nest room and Jimin busies himself with hanging up his jacket, while you fiddle with your phone.

“I’m gonna shower. Do you-” he trails off, you start to flop onto the bed but jimin stops you with a hand on your hip. "hang on you've got stuff on your ass"

"Oh! don't worry." you strip your shorts off in a second rather than get in bed with the dirt stain on the back. Flinging them into the big laundry basket in the corner. Leaving your bottoms bear except for these tiny little panties before you flop onto the bed on your stomach. Jimin swallows- he guesses this is your house but he can’t help being a little distracted by the sight of your very cute ass in only a tiny bit of fabric.

“Do I what?” you send a look over your shoulder.

“Nothing” Jimin swallows. Tearing his eyes away from you. “Nothing at all”

The shower isn’t cold enough to pull the image of you out of his head. And it comes as no surprise when Namjoon comes inside halfway through, still smelling of the hospital. “Hello- oh?” he says, eyes going a little wide. the scent of the shower gel is enough to conceal the smell of smoke and namjoon tilts his head to the side, considering the more obvious problem between Jimin's legs, half hard and angry looking. Jimin lets out a frustrated groan in reply.  

“Need help with that?”

Namjoon helps Jimin with his problem, and in return, Jimin gets on his knees to kiss around the pack alpha's half-hard knot until he cums. But all evidence of their discretion gets washed down the drain and by the time they leave the bathroom, they're both smelling content and sated.

Dinner is soft and lovely, with food and Hobi babbling to anyone who will listen about the car. he can’t even be contained after dinner when he goes for a drive. You're still in Jimin's orbit, and yoongi trails after Hobi- having helped him change the oil and windshield wiper fluid earlier.

The parking lot by the beach is mostly abandoned on a weekday. and while yoongi's content to teach Hobi how to do doughnuts. You and Jimin sit in your pj’s side by side on a speed bump, and an extra-large pastel shirt of Jin’s thrown over your thighs.

You’re quiet, watching Yoongi say something to Hobi and then they're off again, your mate steers it down the parking lot and then turns back. The smell of gasoline and burning rubber mixing with the sea salt spray.

“Hey! You’re gonna wear out the tires!” you call to them, Hobi just sticks his tongue out at you from the window.

“If he does I’ll just buy him more,” Jimin says, leaning his elbows on his knees, he rubs a hand hard across his face trying to rub away the rest of his disgruntlement and failing miserably. He won’t truly feel like himself until he sleeps.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask, and Jimin’s eyes flash from your face to your pocket.

“Where’s your phone?” he asks instead of answering the question.

“In the car.” You say, and you don’t have to ask why he wants to know. jimin has never dared to broach this with an audience- either possible or physical, Jimin can never trust your phone not to be bugged, or his either. let alone yoongi's

“You know what I’m thinking about.”

Speaking his guilt into open air feels like too much, he waits for it like he always does- the anger. But it never comes from you.

You sigh, sitting back and letting your heels balance on the concrete. He waits for you to ask what he’s talking about, but instead, you turn your cheek to him sadly.

“You’ve never brought this up before, I honestly thought you’d forgotten.”

The wind blows through the parking lot, kicking up receipts and a plastic bag, the sound of Hobi’s screeching tires almost completely block out your next words

“But before you say anything, you should know that I forgive you Jimin."

His heart wrenches in his chest, vicious, like the love Jimin doesn’t deserve is ripping itself out. If Jimin could pay for what he’s done with his own blood he would, ounces and pints and gallons. Enough to fill your hands and your heart.

"You shouldn't." he gasps, rubbing away his tears with an errant thumb. It feels manipulative to cry right now and yet Jimin can’t keep the tears back.

You cup his cheeks and it feels like something holy. Jimin knows he doesn’t deserve you at all and yet he leans into the touch. Biting back a sudden wetness in his eyes.

“You didn’t know Minnie, and besides, there’s no changing what happened.”

~-~

(a glance to the past, a collection of moments from previous chapters, each unimportant at first glance, but together form a full picture. You never said you’d be honest and neither did Jimin, but this is as close as you'll get to honesty)

Jimin’s focus on you is intense, his eyes too burdened with truths for you to bear staring into for long. You look away after a second. Not here. Not right now. 

“Did she- did something happen to her?” Jimin has his suspicions after just a few minutes with you. His brain working overtime to make sense of all of this. Your presence is chief among them. How are you here? Why are you here? 

Yoongi’s measurement of Jimin is enough for you to not hide yourself away. If Yoongi’s not freaking out about Jimin’s presence in the house- then you won’t. If Yoongi has nothing to fear from Jimin then you shouldn’t fear him either. 

Jimin feels his heart deflate. If Yoongi sees the sudden sadness in his eyes he doesn’t say anything about it, A perplexing mix of Guilt and anger tightens in his throat. Jimin doesn’t like feeling guilty- especially about things he can’t control or change. 

Jimin is about ready to start checking the closet for monsters. But there is only one thing you could have possibly been afraid of here, and that’s Jimin. You don’t say hello- and his chest stings with a bit of something before Yoongi pets over your head apparently used to it and unbothered by your unmoving mouth. 

Jimin is keenly aware of Yoongi’s presence, watching Jimin as he watches you, all variety of the words ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ hitting him like a fucking battering ram. Jimin is generally good during a crisis, but this is God damn apocalyptic. 

Jimin is stunned still looking at you but desperately trying not to stare, at your scent, The scent of rain builds into a crescendo until it breaks.  

Jimin barely manages to school his face into a blank slate when he sees you for the ‘first’ time.

Stupid instincts. Stupid fucking instincts, 

You’d know Jimin’s eyes anywhere.

The first time you saw Jimin after mating Yoongi, you’d run from him. Not because you didn’t know who he was or because there was a strange alpha at your door. 

No, you ran from Jimin that day because you knew precisely who he was.

 On the best of days, you’re still not sure if you can trust him completely. Then again; you and Yoongi are the prime example that you don’t need to trust someone completely to love them or to protect them. 

No matter if the first time you met Jimin went a little rocky. You can forgive him for acting in his best interest- especially because it would have cost him his life otherwise. That’s what you tell yourself once you grow to love him, that's what makes it easier.  

You don’t know if leaving you to die Is exactly the right definition of “rocky.”  

Yoongi could need help- this strange sweet-smelling alpha could be sent to kill the two of you and yet your instincts of self-preservation are thundering in your ears. Screaming at you to run the back room crawl into the little cabinet or something- hide until he's gone. Or maybe the attic, 

Any space he couldn’t find you."

~-~

(Jimin, 1 year prior )  

Jimin’s third secret is a little bit more difficult to explain. If only, because it includes you.

 The thing about both of Jimin’s jobs Is that they’re both fucking annoying on a good day. Either he’s getting shoved and shouted at by crazy fans, ready to be spat at and bullied or he’s literally cleaning blood off his hands and dealing with the aftermath of a dead body; as equally as suffocating and as sensorily displeasing to him as people invading his personal space.

There's something about the way people get small and quiet and still after they're dead that Jimin has never liked.

But sometimes the family doesn’t just hire him to be a killer, sometimes they hire him to be a bodyguard. Jimin does not doubt that his handlers and everyone he works for are well aware of his day job.

Jimin knew Yoongi had to exist, in the same way you know your bosses had to have a boss. But Jimin hadn’t known Yoongi was his bosses’ boss until last year, before any of them had met you.

Before Yoongi even met you. 

To everyone else and to Jimin – Yoongi just straight up disappeared last year. It was either the best timing in the world or the worst- because one week after he left, the family called on him once again. 

Text to his phone in code. details on Bulk payment and half upfront. booking code for a hotel room, plane flight, and other requirements. Only this one was different because it didn't specify a target or a requested manner of death. 

Jimin knows that there's an hourly rate specified somewhere in his contract, but he's never been paid the outrageously high number before. But the week following yoongi’s disappearance he finds himself staring down at it. 

Duration of assignment: No more than one week, await dismissal upon completion of task. 

He’s not exactly sure why they require an assassin on retainer, or why they require one as a bodyguard for a funeral. Jimin isn’t one to judge or argue with his employer, if they want to pay him to stand around and wait for someone to get stabby he has no complaints.

The pack had been tense too; they'd only just realized that Yoongi's lack of response to their texts might mean something different, something worse. leaving them down a member seemed cruel- even to Jimin. He was nervous about the pack's reaction and had soothed them with kisses and nips to their scent glands. 

But Namjoon and Jin had reassured him that it was okay for him to go.

"It’s your job, Minnie. It won’t just wait around just because Yoongi’s being a dickhead. Did you get mad at me for taking that surgery two days ago?” Jimin wonders if he’ll ever fail to find the touch of another alpha exhilarating, his whole-body hums in that Namjoonie way as the alpha strokes down his back, settling his instincts with Jimin’s presence. He's reluctant to give that up for a week even if it does mean a hideous amount of money.

Jin isn’t far either, drumming against his upper arms, covered with bitemarks and hickeys. Jin tends to get a little nibbly when he feels his claim needs re-staking. When Jimin leaves it will be with more than a few marks, and they won’t even be a little faded by the time he gets home.

“Sitting around and waiting for a call isn't healthy for any of us, Yoongi will come back. Go on your trip, Minnie. Get out of here for a little bit, we'll call every day just to make sure you don't miss him when he comes home."

 Jimin could say no and make up some sort of excuse, but he had a strange feeling about this. A sense that this wasn't a request he could refuse without paying for it later.  

Jimin doesn’t know a lot about how the gang works and most of the time he prefers it that way. 

He’s only ever been given the most basic explanation in passing. Bits and pieces to work with. Like with everyone else outside of the family- it prevents anyone from knowing enough about their operations to take them down. but basically- It's like any other organization- alphas lead and omegas fall in line, and betas pull the strings when they're available to do so.

Jimin knows enough to realize an important death when he sees it, evident in the sheer number of people who attend the funeral. Every member of the family under one roof as well as thousands of underlings dropping through to pay their respects to the boss. 

The roses are pretty little red specks below him where Jimin lingers in the rafters. Red for alphas and white for omegas seem like something out of an episode of the sopranos. The church is inarguably beautiful; rose windows cast pools of color below in the mid morning sunshine even if Jimin’s skin hums to set foot on holy ground. 

God is watching and so is Jimin from the rafters, armed from his little nest with a sniper scope and silenced pistol. Looking for anything out of the ordinary.  

There’s something technical about long-range ballistic hits that Jimin’s always liked, no need to get up close and personal with the whole world below him at his mercy. It appeals to something visceral in him that's more alpha than the rest and also makes him feel relieved that he doesn't have to watch people die up close. He’d never admit that he liked (or didn't like) killing, but maybe he likes it most when he doesn’t have to kill people face to face.

There are a set of other bodyguards here, a whole army of them that fill Jimin’s radio with chatter. Only this time instead of monitoring it to find out when a target is on location Jimin listens for sounds of a threat. With the whole family in flux and so much changing too quickly. There's a need for extra stability.

And therefore Jimin. 

Every family seems to have its own detail- its own set of alphas in dark suits. Jimin for once isn't alone or afforded security in solitude. He lingers in the rafters watching the crowd below get their roses and settle in for the service.  

Luckily, Jimin spots Yoongi at the funeral first. 

He’s Standing in the rafters of the cathedral, Blinking down at Yoongi from the rose window, watching his love go from blue, to pink, to red as he walks through the cathedral doors.   

The next instinct is to start shooting.

He runs through a million options; rappel down from the ceiling. Grab Yoongi and run. Jimin only has 50 bullets on him- not enough for everyone- but if he took out the alphas first maybe the omegas wouldn't reach for their guns right away and he'd have time to regroup.

Every instinct in him screams at him to at least do something and he feels it as a lurch in his stomach, the acidity of vomit on the back of his tongue- urging him to swoop down and take his beta far away from this room full of people that are as deadly as they are powerful. 

He's still thinking through his options as he watches Yoongi filter through the crowd.

He's Too preoccupied with his own designs of escape to put two and two together. Until he sees him shaking hands and embracing those who cry although his own eyes remain dry. If anything Yoongi only looks like he's about to vomit. Jimin watches Yoongi smile at a man that looks like him, more of a grimace than anything.

It all clicks into place; Yoongi’s wearing his disguise too. Yoongi doesn't look like a captive here. Yoongi looks like he belongs.

Most of the time Jimin doesn’t think of Yoongi in the terms of what betas normally are in the world (I’m sure you’ve forgotten too). He was never solely a beta to Jimin. He was just Yoongi, not someone who’s desired by the rest of society to the extent that alphas and omegas never could be.

Most betas are in the pocket of more than one organization, either that or their head hunted for exclusive jobs like CFO or manager of exclusive institutions that are willing to pay a pretty penny for their presence. The fact that Yoongi seemed to have an ordinary life was more of a red flag. But now Jimin looks down at him and realizes he's anything but ordinary. 

But Jimin knows one thing for certain: Yoongi isn’t a killer.  

Yoongi is the kind of man who unapologetically indulges Tae when he wants to talk about his favorite books. The kind of man who wouldn’t ever admit that he wanted to cuddle but would still tug at Jimin’s shirt if he tried to get out of bed before noon. Many a time Jimin has filed out of the bedroom hand in hand with Yoongi’s gummy sensitive vulnerable soul. a soul that isn’t capable of killing and being around these people. 

Jimin knows it. 

Powerful people can't be vulnerable without being stupid about it, and the man on the floor of the church doesn’t look vulnerable- he looks like he belongs there.

Of course, the gang had to have a beta. One of them lies dead in one of those caskets. 

Of course, Yoongi had to have another pack.

Maybe that stung the most. jimin can’t be too mad at yoongi for having secrets- he’s not that much of a secrets. But jimin putting his gun away after that and pulled the microphone from his ear to watch and tail Yoongi without distraction.

He hadn't missed much apparently because none of the surrounding guards had noticed his lack of focus throughout the service.

After the funeral, He'd tailed Yoongi to a small yellow house in the middle of the city and watched him from the safety of the shadows, his body hidden in the light from a neon hotel- the red from the vacancy sign drowning Jimin's body out in light pollution.

Jimin watches Yoongi for hours, watches him get food from the convivence store and eat it in the rickety kitchen, watches him scroll through Instagram of all things. Jimin watches the phone light up with a phone call, Jin or Namjoon probably- and watches Yoongi wait until it stops ringing and then go back to scrolling.   

That stings.

Jimin waits and watches him until the early hours of the morning when the vacancy sign warms him against his back through the cold. He receives another text to his phone just after 6 am. 

This one isn't in code just a notification that twenty-five thousand dollars has been deposited into his account. It's enough of an indication that he's no longer needed and a clear dismissal. Whatever the family was worried about- it hadn't happened today.

Any other day Jimin would be glad he made 25k without having to kill someone, but he can't stay here, can't stay in this state without arousing suspicion and although Jimin is more than a little angry at the beta right now he doesn't want to leave Yoongi to fend for himself. If only to make sure Yoongi doesn’t do something stupid like get himself killed.

If Yoongi needs him he knows how to reach him, his phone sits right next to him on the bed after all.

Jimin keeps silent when he goes back to his heartbroken pack. He tries not to spend days thinking about precisely who Yoongi is. But the relief is immediate when he takes another job and he realizes he's expecting to see Yoongi's name after the words current target. 

Jimin carries that secret with him when he goes home. He lets the others hurt by his absence of him, knowing exactly where Yoongi precisely is. It’s all he can do to reassure Jin that yeah, they’d probably know if Yoongi died, he’d feel something.

That’s just another lie, but at least Jimin knows he’d be called away if the beta died again.

Jimin's not hurt for himself and his own sake but Jimin can't forgive Yoongi on the basis of Tae alone, not to mention the others.

Sometimes he wonders at the odds of it all.

What are the odds that Jimin was scouted for this so many years ago? What are the odds that it was Yoongi's family who found him? What are the odds that that day in the hospital room- with Jungkook and Namjoon- what are the odds that Yoongi was just another man that he happened to fall in love with?

Jimin stays quiet about what he knows. He stays quiet through Jungkook’s sobs, through Tae’s quiet sadness and grief, through Namjoon’s morning, and holds Hobi when he shakes through panic attacks in the middle of the morning, woken up too early and too close to sleep, he dreams yoongi comes back and then crashes when he wakes and finds the reality is far harsher.   

Jimin stays quiet and doesn't tell a single soul what he knows.

(Even though he’s not the only one who knows where Yoongi’s gone, even though Jin shares the same sadness- neither of them knows the guilt that they harbor and the suspicions too. Thinking its sadness and excusing it as such. They couldn’t fix Yoongi's absence with the knowledge so what good would it do?)

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Jimin’s third and final secret doesn’t just belong to him. It belongs to you too.

Both of you are liars, even if your lie is that of a mockingbird a song so sweet it must be something imitated. But if you've ever lied about this- it's Jimin's lies that you mimic.  

He's only ever heard you reference your first meeting once, in all the time living in the same house you've never once mentioned it. You'd only hinted at it once, talking to jin and jimin about your date- your first one.

“I haven’t ever been in a bar really, or well- I've never been in one for more than like 10 minutes.”

That was a lie, categorically. Because the first time you had been to a bar Jimin had been there too, and it had been at least 20.

At the 3-month mark of yoongi’s absense the waiting almost becomes too much. He almost does something stupid like storm across the country and drag Yoongi back by his ear. But he finally gets called upon again. The text he's been waiting for lights up his phone- requesting his presence for his hourly rate yet again. 

Contract killing has been sparse recently too; most murders seem to have been put on hold while the family settles. Most, but not all murders.

The petty squabbles of a crime syndicate aren't any of his business. He thinks about the other assassins even less even if technically they're his coworkers.

The swan, the wolf, the spider, and the Bee. 

They remain employed and busy, but one of his contemporaries stands out from the others. A short text explains why Jimin is needed again. The spider is getting married this month, and with an extended honeymoon, he can’t complete some of his usual duties for the time being. Each of the assassins will fill his slot for ten days and take care of his usual duties. 

Jimin's up first.  

For one week- Jimin will be their go-to man. Anyone can meet with him and hire him if they have a use for him.

Jimin nearly chokes when he logs into his secure server and sees the amount of money they're offering him for it. If this is what the spider makes in one week then no wonder he’s opted for a destination wedding. Maybe Jimin should send flowers. He'll make enough this week to pay their rent for a full year and then some.

Someone has to be a vessel for the family's more murderous tendencies. Weekly meetings are staged in secure locations. there- Jimin will hold the names of souls soon to depart from this world and enter the next, like some sort of God of death.

Of course, certain people are off-limits; mostly it's the heads of houses and their families. Jimin studies their names and faces on a secure server in his bougie hotel room. Jimin breathes a sigh of relief when he finds yoongi’s face there too, at the very top. If there was a don right now their face and name would be first. 

Anyone else even on the fringes is fair game; like the youngest son to the Kim family’s right-hand man who has a fondness for roughing up omega escorts and garners too much attention. Or the professor intent on failing the Im family’s oldest daughter- the golden child destined for Harvard. A lower level up and coming drug runner who made a pass at the Kang’s youngest omega and thought that fucking a 16 year old was a great way to climb the ladder.  

All of those are fair game. Some of them Jimin doesn’t even mind killing.

There’s a certain anonymity in being a part of a crowd; Jimin himself has committed no less than a dozen murders where more than 20 people were present at the time of death. There isn’t any better place to have a secret meeting than in a crowded public place. 

The family has dozens if not hundreds of shell corporations and money laundering fronts, some of them even do pretty well for themselves on their own. Neon is one such shell company. An up-and-coming bar with an explicit dress code that changes frequently to keep the clientele adventurous and absorbed. Jimin sees so many pairs of white go-go boots in the line out front that he wants to vomit. 

The aptly named bar is aflush with neon lights and vintage signs. A snarling tiger, a lion, a black cat curled into a heart. The dance floor lights up and changes with the base of the music, flashing with blue and pink, and neon red.  Glass booths sit on the fringes, made more private by their frosted glass walls, and transparent doors.

It's Perfect. 

Wednesday night is mask night, and although not all of the club's patrons wear masks to honor the 10% discount and lowered door fees, everyone who matters to Jimin knows to come armed with their best disguises.

Jimin doesn’t have quite as many clients as the spider usually does. Whoever the spider is- he’s more well-known than all of the other assassins in the family's lineup. Most people don’t know him well enough to trust him. He gets three good kills under his belt and 150k in the hour he’s scheduled. 

Jimin doesn’t know who you are (or more importantly who you’re going to end up becoming to him) the first time he meets you. 

The first thing that draws his attention is your mask. The bar is a tangle of different kinds- lace, embroidered with pearls, Halloween masks of Freddie and Jason that don't phase him, Venetian, and oni masks too- both cheap and not. Jimin’s eyes slide over them, picking out the members of the family easily on account of their more traditional attire.

Jimin hasn’t seen a performance of Korean folk tales since he was 7 years old and his mother dragged him and Tae to the Korean culture center for Chuseok. But Tae always loved them so Jimin retained enough memories of them.  He remembers being creeped out as a child the first time he saw them, his feelings on the matter remain the same.

There was one waiting for him on the hotel bed this morning.

The family must have a sense of humor because the mask waiting for him this morning was Paekjung- the butcher. It would have made Jimin laugh if he wasn't so terrified that Yoongi was going to show up. At least the family had the decency to carve a mouthpiece out of this one, enough that he’ll be able to smoke while he wears it. 

he’s already gone through a pack almost, but he’s just nervous. 

Most members of the family are distinguishable by their masks; once again segregated by gender. most omegan members of the family wear Bunetal masks while the alphas look even wickeder in yangbantal

Jimin’s feels much rougher than any of theirs though. It’s heavy where it hooks around his ears and curves and hooks under his jaw, uncomfortable and not designed for his face he can't wait to take it off for his smoke break in a few minutes. Jimin is tired of disguises. He doesn’t know how the spider handles seeing so many infuriating people in a single day, it’s only been half an hour and already Jimin’s already overstimulated from the deep thud of the base. 

From his spot on the black couches, he has a perfect view of everyone in the club, one of his clients- now taking a drink at the booth in the front. The bodies roil and writhe on the dancefloor make it easy to spot the people here for equally as indecent ends. 

One figure shorter than the rest cuts through the dancefloor, shoulders tight, the lights flashing neon purple to red every few seconds.

There is one thing that the masks don’t hide; most members of the family wear some form of scent blocker. Jimin’s not stupid enough to ever go without them when it comes to matters of murder. His sweet vanilla is peculiar enough for an alpha that it might arouse suspicion if the wrong people ever scented him.

But you don’t. Wearing your Bune mask, the spots of rouge on your cheeks carved into the shape of hearts is not exactly traditional- but then again, you’re not a fully blooded member of the family. Jimin knows your name and your face isn’t on the list of people he’s not allowed to kill.  

Sad scents often push out the others. Your scent, the scent of rain builds into a crescendo until it breaks over Jimin’s face, and his heart thuds dully. But it’s nothing more than his alpha body reacting to the undeniably attractive scent of an omega. Sad scents are naturally stronger- meant to summon packmates to a personas aid. Jimin feels the shift in the air pushing out pheromones- the arousal and anger, the lust. The way that air feels before a thunderstorm is about to roll through. 

Most of the time- scents that aren’t Tae or the pack disgust Jimin. But not this one. This one is soft and sweet, warm nearly- if it wasn’t so sad. Something in his throat tightens, and he tries not to breathe in deeply.

This woman- this omega Jimin’s nose informs him- is not hiding her scent. It's Sweet but rainy and wet, it almost reminds him a little of Yoongi’s scent. And Jimin’s heart pangs but not enough for him to have any outward reaction. His feet remain crossed, Chelsea boots flashing their fancy red bottoms and he grinds out one cigarette and starts another. 

This week will allow him to search for Yoongi a little, to tread back to that little yellow house. At least verify with his own two eyes that the beta hasn’t croaked yet. If he’s not alive, Jimin doesn't know what he’ll do. 

But for now. He has exactly 14 more minutes left to be booked out for murders for the next week. Then he can escape and return to his perch to watch Yoongi. 

This omega doesn’t look like the powerful pinned-up ones like Jimin is used to; the mafia wives who want Jimin to kill their alpha’s mistresses (Almost all of them have one or two). There is a curled tameness to your spine as you walk to his booth, unsure for a moment before he cocks his head regarding you at the door. 

Usually, the gang is quick to stomp that kind of the softness. But still- that softness is at odds with your appearance, tight bun and a structured thick coat made to keep out the cold. To your credit- your voice barely shakes when you slide a fat pile of money across the table with a photo on top. 

Min Geumjae, Yoongi's older brother. 

Jimin had done his research after that first trip here. But even then, he'd be able to tell that this is a man related to Yoongi by how similar they look.  

“I’d like for you to kill my husband, in a way that looks accidental.”

Jimin sighs, picking up the picture more to give him time to think. This Room is about as private as you could get and still Jimin knows it was stupid of you to risk a meeting like this. Especially because he knows who your husband is and how dangerous he is. Min Geumjae is not only his beta’s brother, but he’s also a powerful man with a lot of sway in the family. Jimin knows better than to bite the hand that feeds him.

Jimin’s eyes look dark and flinty behind his mask, pretty but for the shape of them, you commit them to memory like someone might memorize the ten commandments- the same reverence anyone might attach to something that could save them.

But Jimin isn’t a miracle worker.

He puts the picture back on the table without a thought about what this will cost him in the end. “You shouldn’t be asking me to do that, if my loyalty went farther than your money, you could be dead before the hour is up.” He tries to act unaffected as your scent sours again, and he feels like Jin or Namjoon has just hooked their hands over the back of his neck. He shakes his head a little, imperceptibly, trying to get rid of your scent in his nose.

He won’t let something as simple as attraction allow him to do something so stupid. He hasn’t had this sort of reaction to someone’s scent since Tae’s. Jimin’s sure he has goosebumps underneath his shirt forming.

You don’t shiver and you don’t question his words. Whatever affects Jimin is feeling (be it pheromones or something as stupid as lust) must only go one way. Your eyes harden with resolve like you want to say something along the lines of good- good that I could die for this.

It’s peculiar, different than what Jimin’s used to. And he decides that it has to be biological- nothing more than straight genetic compatibility, that has him feeling so intrigued. Jimin won’t be charmed by just a pretty face, as you hide your mouth for a small second, it doesn’t help.

The people he kills for never think with anything other than their best interest at heart. It's all mind games and scheming. And it says something if you hate your husband so much that you’re willing to put your life at risk for it. You look like you’re almost about to laugh at Jimin’s polite refusal.

People at rock bottom always have the funniest expressions, you look like you’re about to do something stupid.

"Think it over, I can offer you twice your normal rate after the hit is taken out.”

Jimin takes certain care to blow smoke into your face. But you don’t flinch.

“Would that be before or after you inherit your husband's wealth?” you don’t answer, and Jimin laughs in your face. The timer on his phone goes off and Jimin's job is done. When he stands to leave you move with him, blocking his path. He doesn't know what kind of death wish you have to have to step into the path of an assassin but he's a little impressed.

"Please, I don't have any other options- my other one-" Jimin taps his foot expectantly. But you trail off, panic rising in your voice. A voice that will haunt him in the future.  "-They fell through. If you don’t help me, I’m going to die."

In a moment of boldness, you take Jimin's hand and put it around your own throat. Jimin feels your pulse, beating quick against his fingertips. "You might as well kill me yourself."

jimin could do it, jimin could squeeze the breath out of your pretty little throat and no one would be the wiser for it. But the fact of the matter is that jimin only likes killing if theres money attached to it and as of right now- he has three other clients to take care of. All of witch won’t land him in an early grave. 

So Jimin takes his hand from your throat and walks away. leaving you standing there to collect your money from the table without saying anything. His time is up, he has no more obligation to you or anyone else.

(If the Jimin from right now could go back, he’d throttle himself for walking away from you now. Jimin isn’t a fan of the saying an eye for an eye, but a heart for a heart might just tip the scales in your favor.  A betrayal for a betrayal- Yoongi left, and Jimin doesn’t help you.)

“It wasn’t your fault; you didn’t know Minnie- I forgive you.”

When he walks away from you, he swears for a second, he catches traces of Yoongi's scent on the air. Something pulses in his chest, his instincts begging him to go back.

The bar flashes pink, then red. 

Heels clicking, He only falters for a second.

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You and Jimin sit in the parking lot. The sun setting over the city, turning the skyline rusty and bloody. The others are far away from where you sit and yet you still keep your voices down. The secrets hidden in the whipping wind. wisked away somewhere where they can’t hurt you. 

Jimin gives you his jacket, this conversation is long overdue and he won't let you go cold just because of it..  

"I don't think you'd go to hell for what you did. If it matters to you."

You turn to look at him, balancing your cheek on your knee. The hole in the denim, your chapped skin underneath red and angry from the cold. Jimin wishes he could read you as easily as he reads Tae.

"Jimin, I killed someone. Just the same as you did." As you do.

"Yeah, but he deserved it." I wish I'd known that, that I'd realized in the moment so that I could kill him and save you from that. But I can't turn back time, no matter how much I want too. In another world I’d have liked to be your hero. If I was your hero and not Yoongi, would this have all turned out differently?  

Neither of us can turn back time and go back Jiminie.

What is more holy, death or damnation? Would you really have not killed Geumjae if you could go back? or would you have done the same thing. at least if you are damned than jimin is too. At least you’ll have that together. 

"Jiminie." you turn to him, a rueful expression on your face. and jimin's heart flinches as he registers your tone as vaguely disappointed. 

"If there really is god and heven and all that bullshit, do you really think he gives a shit about who deserves what?"

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Chapter Notes: 

- i honestly didn’t expect to touch on the car bits until next chapter but i had such a fun time writing them <3 hopefully next chapter will have another little surprise as far as hobis- maybe not a first kiss but GOD do they get a little close. either that or it’s gonna be tae focus stuff

- one of the reasons why this chapter actually had a quick turn around/not quite so much writing time was because this has actually been written since like- before the first chapter of bily was. this was one of the foundational chapters in bily and one of the very first that i had any idea for- but because of that i feel like it kind of wasn’t foreshadowed quite as much as it could have been.

- in the middle of the chapter there are italicized lines- incase it wasn’t clear- those were pulled from earlier chapters and are probably about a good 1/2 of the times the secret with the m/c was foreshadowed. i only added those because people said it would help. i hope i did a good job!

- one of the very very very first lines you ever read about bily jimin and the bily m/c interacting is. “this strange sweet-smelling alpha could be sent to kill the two of you and yet your instincts of self-preservation are thundering in your ears. Screaming at you to run” i like to think this is a “hidden in plain sight” spoiler moment. kinda like the one in the raven boys where noah’s dead. 

- listen- i know jimin and the m/c’s feelings for each other are hard to tease through but! if i may! i’ll talk through it!!

- one thing i struggled to articulate in this chapter is that the reason why jimin is kinda a little cautious in the beginning with the m/c. it’s because he’s kind of realizing that the m/c might be a lot more cognizant about the movements of the mafia than he realized and maybe might have manipulated him and the rest of the pack.

- it’s all up for interpretation but the car raises alot of red flags for jimin- he’s seeing in real time the way that the m/c is attempting to endear hobi to herself and realizes- “huh, this is kinda like me with tae.” and begins to suspect that attaching herself to tae might have been a little bit more calculated than he originally anticipated because the m/c quickly could have realized that a way to protect herself from jimin and his more murderous tendencies would be to make her indispensable to tae.

- it’s up to your own interpretation if you think the m/c and tae’s relationship started out as a calqualted move or not- i happen to think it was a thought in the back of the m/c’s head but wanting to help tae quickly overshadowed any ulterior motive the m/c had.

- but the big thing is that they still love each other and love each other alot, so they’re kinda tip toeing around each other making sure that their feelings are equally felt and that there isn’t a risk of betrayal. jimin would let the m/c drive a knife into his chest if he thought it would make it better and undo the past but that doesn’t change the fact that he wants to preserve his identity if he can.

- THE REASON WHY HE DOESN’T FEEL MORE GUILT- is because jimin knows in the moment that he made the decision not to help her kill her husband he had no idea that she’d mean something to him one day. jimin is a very logical person and doesn’t feel as much survivors guilt on the basis that he can logic his way through it.

-would would he have helped her if he would have survived the whole ordeal with geumjae? yes of course. the reason why i think we see him act so protective of her in the beginning of the story and adjust to her so quickly is because he realizes he does have the opportunity to help her. and a chance to undo the past.

- in that way- the chapter where jimin says “i think she’s going to be apart of out pack” to namjoon- is also not entirely selfless- he wants to keep a close eye on her so that he can figure out what she remembers- if she realizes it was him- and if she’s told yoongi anything.

- part of the reason why this chapter wasn’t edited so heavily and i’m putting it out now as opposed to sitting with it is because 1- it’s been about a month since bily updated.

- and 2- i am in a great deal of physical pain right now because of health issues. i won’t go too much into it but because my Ed has progressed to a certian point- i’m not recovering as quickly as i once could. i won’t be updating anything next weekend, but i wanted to at least give you guys a little bit of something so that i can take a break.

- please leave me your thoughts on the chapter and your reaction to the big reveal- we have a few more reveals in this story so we’re not through yet (especially with the cliffhangers) but i’d appreciate any feedback you can give me! i know it’s been a long time since many of you guys read the beginning of the story- so i won’t be surprised if many of you are very very very surprised but! 

- half the fun in writing bily is learning how to lay out big plot twists <3

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hellooooo what are ur favourite frostiron fics? i’ve exhausted most of my favourite tropes and i’m looking into new tropes to obsess over if u have any recs? tysm! :)

Hi emeraldfrostraven,

thank you very much for your message! This turned out harder than I thought (please excuse me for making you wait) because there are so many talented writers in the frostiron fandom. So this is a very short list but I enjoyed every single one of those stories and I hope that you might enjoy them too. There were a few other fics I would have liked to share but they're locked and I decided to respect the authors' decision.

Thank you again for sending this ask. I hope there are a few fics on my list you don't know already (that's why I decided to pick some older stories). I'm wishing you tons of fun!

Everything by the very wonderful @fullofleaves, whose glorious fic Are You There, God of Mischief? It's Me, Tony (Explicit, 2013) was the first frostiron fic I ever read.

Let's Go Get Lost by hypnotically: Loki doesn't want to be here. Tony doesn't know how he got here. They probably should have taken the jet. (Teen And Up Audiences, 2013)

Bostock by hannahrhen: Tony sets out a lure with almonds and powdered sugar. (General Audiences, 2014)

of Trust and Necessity by @roseapprentice: A story of card games and dubious claims. After five years, Loki finally escapes Thanos's pack. And immediately gets all snared up in a new one. (Mature, 2014)

Those Sinned Against by Arkada: When Asgard invades Earth - led by a huge blond man in a red cape and wielding a massive warhammer - it takes six months for Tony Stark to come up with a plan to turn things around: let himself be taken prisoner, and bring the Asgardians down from the inside. But it takes less than an hour for the plan to get away from him, thanks to the black-haired Asgardian prince who takes personal - very personal - charge of him. (Explicit, 2014 - 2015)

Taking the Fall by @usedupshiver: Everyone expects Tony to end up eaten alive sooner rather than later when he is put in the same cell as the Lyesmith, a man so dangerous even the members of his former gang are afraid to come after him. But sometimes it might actually be wise to just grin in the face of danger. (Mature, 2015)

A Matter Of Inertia by @roseapprentice: There was a tall, lanky omega getting into his car, holding an especially shiny-looking switchblade pointed in Tony’s general direction.Tony was fairly sure he’d had more than one wet dream in his life that started about like this, and the thought distracted him until the passenger door slammed shut and the omega snarled, “Drive!” with deadly ferocity.Yikes. Tony turned his wheel to steer away from the barrier and stepped on the gas.In which Tony makes a lot of bad decisions, and regrets none of them. (Mature, 2015)

Project Snowflake by @usedupshiver: When Howard Stark met his untimely death he left behind a secret project no-one ever knew about. (Teen And Up Audiences, 2015)

Did You Do Something With Your Hair? by STARSdidathing: Loki cuts his hair and Tony is extremely fascinated, almost to the point of obsession. Honestly, Tony's just trying to ignore this wonderful new problem. (Teen And Up Audiences, 2016)

From Anonymous by STARSdidathing: When Tony was caught in a lab explosion three years ago, he was lucky to walk away with his life. He gained a lot of injuries and retreated from the world. He now lives in seclusion in an apartment complex he owns, but his retreat doesn't stop him from noticing his neighbour or developing a crush on the handsome man. (Teen And Up Audiences, 2019)

Clockwork by @amidnight--dreary: When Loki's suppressants fail, he registers to be paired with a companion during his next rut. It's a lot easier than finding an actual mate, which he's already given up on, anyway. He doesn't expect much to come of it except the very-much needed relief and a few days of casual fun. He certainly doesn't expect to fall in love, but it just kinda happens, anyway. (Explicit, 2022)

(This list is also my contribution to the @frostironflashbingo May to August 2024, Card 1: Free Space)

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can you do (13)"I am not losing you again" with bonten and possibly ABO

Absolutely ♥️

(Name) felt dumb.

He felt so fucking stupid.

He knew he shouldn't have forgiven them.

Two months ago (name) caught his alphas fucking around with other omegas, keep in mind that the eight members of Bonten had already claimed and marked (name) not to mention put a ring on his finger.

So it really fucking hurt that the men he devoted his life too betrayed the most basic agreement of their relationship.

And yet he forgave them, gave them another chance.

Only for them to take advantage of him and do it again.

So (name) was done.

Pretending was surprisingly easy, acting like nothing was wrong as he gave the alphas their lunches and even went the extra mile with them "have a good day at work!" While you fuck your assistants you whores.

(Name) had secretly been packing his necessities while the men were working, having planned since the second time they cheated to leave.

He was going to go stay with his brothers.

"I made (complicated food) for you guys" (name) said sweetly and Bonten looked at him confused "what's the occasion darling?" Ran asked curiously and (name) just smiled "can't an Omega show how much he loves his alphas? Things have been going so well again... I just wanted to show how much I care" salt in the wounds, the brief flash of guilt passed through them as they looked at the omega they loved yet they said nothing.

When one of Bontens security told Kakucho (name)s plan, word spread quick to the others as they realized (name) was planning on leaving tonight.

They opened the door to the penthouse to see (name) in a black hoodie and jeans, a backpack on his back and a face mask hiding his identity a bit more "you were really leaving...?" Koko said softly and (name) just stared passively "I know you guys cheated again... I'm not going to stand by and let you guys hurt me like this anymore"

"B-baby--"

"I don't want to hear it...you promised you would stop and then you did it again!" (Name) was crying at this point "I'm so fucking stupid!"

"Baby you're not stupid" Kakucho said softly but (name) wasn't having it "I'm done, you guys can fuck whoever you want now.." when (name) wiped his tears away Bonten realized that his ring was missing, Sanzu grabbed his hand gently and rubbed at the ring finger "where is it? Why did you take it off?!"

"Because you guys don't love me anymore!" (Name) yelled, no longer able to keep his emotions to himself "you guys made that pretty fucking clear!"

"We never said we didn't love you" Mikey said wiping the tears from (name)s face "you didn't need to..."

"I-I need to go"

And with that (name) left, this wasn't the first time he had done this.

When they first cheated he stayed at his brother's house and by some miracle he forgave them.

They almost lost him.

Mikey pulled (name) close from behind "I'm not losing you again" he said shakily, clinging helplessly to the Omega who just looked so tired "you can't have your cake and eat it too, Mikey" no Manjiro or even Jiro just Mikey, the name everyone calls him.

"Please... Please don't go"

(Name) just stood there as tears rolled down his face "I need time to think... If you're serious then we are all going to fucking couples therapy"

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Confessions on the Marauder

Echo x Reader

Summary- You and Echo finally have a moment alone on the Marauder. Of course the pressure gets to one of you, and confesses.

A/N- This is my first time writing for this fandom :) ! Possible OOC Echo, feel free to let me know any way I can improve! Love you all!!!

Word Count- 1,108

Defective. That's what you were told your whole life. Actually, that's what you were literally labeled since day one. A defective clone.

Unlike the rest- you didn't get any cool advancement. No special abilities. The only thing wrong- you were born female. How could the Kaminoan's be so careless! Ha, a female!

The thought almost made you want to laugh, smiling from ear to ear.

"Whats so funny?" Echo asks, craning his head from the 'Pilot' seat. You glanced from your seat next to him.

"Nothing important." He eyed you a moment longer before focusing on leaving hyperspace. The ship jolted, signaling the completion.

While typically Tech would be flying with Echo as Co-Pilot, this mission was different. Cid had sent just you and Echo to retrieve a package for her. A simple mission that was successful.

"Echo?" You asked, keeping your gaze out the window on purpose. Eyeing the planet you were getting closer to.

"Hm?" He responded.

"Can we not land yet?" You said, hesitant.

He slowed down the craft significantly, though still moving. "What for, we've got the package?"

"Yeah, I know. I just... I'm not ready to go back yet." You faced your fears and turned to look his way. To your surprise you were met with his gentle eyes, no sign of judgment.

"Did something happen?" Echo worried himself.

"No, no." You fought to tell him the truth, wavering.

"Then whats wrong?" To anyone who didn't know him, he might have sounded blunt and rude. You knew it was his own way of showing how he cared.

"Its just, it seems like forever since we've gotten a break. Mission after mission after mission." He kept his hands on the controls of the ship, but eyes on you. He waited for you to continue.

"In here, just us two... It's really relaxing." You said, trying not to sound too cliche.

"I can ask Hunter for you to sit the next mission out, you can stay with Cid." He suggested, trying to find a solution.

"It's not that Echo, I'd just feel guilty that I wasn't helping out. Pulling my weight y'know?" You were slightly hurt, thinking he missed the comment about the two of you.

"Five minutes. Five minutes of sitting here, no one knowing. Not being on guard every second, please?" This wasn't like you, but the crumbling weight of work and stress had put you at rock bottom. Desperate for a break.

Echo looked at you, understanding flashing through his eyes. He didn't respond, instead picked up his comlink.

"Minor detour, the package was distributed to the wrong planet. We've located it and are heading that way." Responses were exchanged, but it seemed everyone bought the lie.

You thanked him as he let the Marauder hover.

A few moments of silence went by. At first it was comfortable, but then you started to feel nervous. The reality of you and Echo being alone in the ship sunk in.

The man you had a crush on since you could remember. You wouldn't dare tell him, worried that he wouldn't feel the same. How could you continue on the team with denial weighing in the air.

You tried your best to seem smooth as you looked over to him.He sat with his eyes closed. Not asleep, just basking in the moment.

Eventually the silence got to you. You had to say something.

"How long do you think we'll do this?"

He peaked open his eyes, an indescribable look on his face. "This?"

You grew hot in the face. "I mean, the missions, working for Cid, fighting. Do you have any plans... after?"

"Well, I haven't put much thought into it. Were clones, it's just what clones do. I assume things are bound to change when Omega is old enough to look after herself." You started to pick at your nails, nervously, but stopped yourself in embarrassment.

You took a breath in to respond, but he continued.

"I do know that, as long as you're here. Then i'm content." You had never perked up so fast in your life, heart beating rapidly. He looks over at you, seemingly calm.

You take another deep breath, "Me? What if there's someone else, someone you want to make a different life with."

He looked at you with seriousness in his eyes. Not a shred of doubt in his next words. "There is no one else. No one else I would want anything else with. There's only you." He said it as-a-matter-of-fact-ly.

"Why?" You immediately regretted your words. He just confessed and you froze up.

"Because I love you." He looked you dead in the eyes. You stood up from your seat, heart beating faster than any battle you'd been in.

He must have stood out of instinct, because he followed you up.

"Are you sure?" You asked, believing this was a dream.

"Yes."

It only took a single step to be as close as you could to him. Your breast pressed up against his chest. You tip-toed your way up to his face. Smashing your lips against his, dreadful in experience but just as lovely.

"I love you too, I have for years..." You claimed as you slightly pulled away, your foreheads touching.

You two simply breathed in each other for a moment, panting.

You pressed in for another kiss, just before your comlink went off. You heard Hunter calling your name and then- "...Echo! What's your current status?" Damn.

Echo responded before you could even get your thoughts straight. You mind hazy from the kiss. "Got the package, en-rout to Ord Mantell. Eta is still unknown." He lied, glancing at the said planet right in front of us.

You continued to stare up at him as he responded to Hunter, almost in a daze.

The second Hunter went out, Echo came down for another kiss, holding the small of your back.

After what felt like hours of kissing, you pulled away. The lack of oxygen dared you to take a step back, but you sharply breathed in through your nose.

Looking up at him, you realized he wasn't near as out-of-breath as you. He simply waited for your next move, patiently.

"What does this make us?" You asked, still pressed up against him.

"Whatever you want it to be..."

You smiled at this, responding with "I want it to be something. I want us to be something."

"Then we're something..." He leans down for one last kiss. Before the two of you have to break your pretty little bubble and return to reality. But for now, it was just you and Echo. Oh, and that secret something.

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