#adding to the queue and I'm not looking back or changing it

[hatsbuckets]

He does NOT like to talk about it.

The weeks—months—spent between pain meds and recovery after he came back from the dead.

Barely lucid for the first few weeks, and a hollowed-out man after he finally switched to lower-dose pain meds.

He remembers when they told him he was “lucky to be alive.”

Except Simon Riley has never been lucky.

Luck would’ve given him a home. Luck would’ve given him a father. Luck would’ve given him a face that doesn’t remind him every damn day of the man he loathes. Luck wouldn’t have had him crawling out of his own fucking grave and dragging himself back to life.

Luck would’ve been fantasy.

Simon Riley does not live in a fantasy.

He lives in a body that barely made it back. Knife wounds down his ribs, healing jagged. A shattered radius. Dislocated shoulder. Crushed digits. Stitches up his thigh. Two cracked vertebrae. An eye that still doesn’t always focus right in fluorescent light.

The worst part? The ache in his jaw. Not from injury—though there was that too—but from grinding his teeth night after night, just to keep the screams in.

Price had visited. Simon was never sure if it was real, or if the drugs were still puppeteering his grief into hallucination. He remembers a warm hand on his shoulder. That was real.

He remembers not crying. Only because he’d already run dry.

The anger came later. When the fog lifted. When the pain stopped being an abstract thing and started screaming in every nerve. When he realized he couldn’t tie his boots.

Couldn’t hold a fork.

Couldn’t even sign the discharge forms without his hand seizing up.

He nearly threw a chair at the wall when his pen slipped again. The physical therapist just handed him another sheet of paper. Told him to try again.

Like it was that fucking simple.

But he did. Again and again. Because the fury needed somewhere to go.

And repetition was safer than silence. His body healed, but his hands were the worst.

He started tracing letters. First his name. Then lines from books. Then nothing at all—just letters, shapes, lines.

Somewhere along the way, it got… good. Neat. Sharp. Clean block print, easy to read. And if he really focused, if he took his time—

It became beautiful.

A steady hand in ink. A small act of control in a world that had stolen everything else.

Simon Riley doesn’t like to talk about what it took to come back. He doesn’t talk about the way rage nearly drowned him. Or the way he still checks every lock twice. Or how he sometimes wakes up clutching at fingers that no longer hurt, just to make sure they’re still there.

But the handwriting stays.

On gear manifests. On margin notes. Initials. Coordinates.

Sometimes letters.

He’d written them to Price as practice, as part of the therapy—physical and mental, he now realizes.

He still writes them today. Habitual. Short notes, mostly.

Mostly—always—to Price.

But eventually he slides one under Johnny’s door. He couldn’t tell you what he wrote. Doesn’t remember. Something gentler than he'd have ever said out loud at the time, probably.

And soon after, Kyle gets them too. Appreciation. Praise. Anything Simon can give, even if he might never speak the words into the air.

There exists a note to his family—to his mum and Tommy. It sits at the bottom of his desk drawer, forever sealed.

He does NOT like to talk about it. Those months spent in agony.

He probably won’t ever talk about them now.

But maybe he’ll write something.

a/n: I just think he would have pretty handwriting and I could write a whole essay on why. like wdym this tortured man wouldn't come back and find that this is something he has the max amount of control over (other than when he realizes how much control he has over himself (see: non-existent essay on Simon having the MOST control over himself out of the 141 because discipline, trauma, and dog-motif.)) started at this headcanon post if you care

[amastelaire]

hmmmm

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[hollyhomburg]

Hold your Breath (Count to Seven)

(Pack alpha Hoseok focus, Background ot7 x reader, Omegaverse, Forced Caretaking, Omega scarcity au)

୨୧‧₊˚ Summary: When a performance keeps pack alpha Hoseok from tending to his sick omega, he struggles to contain his rage (and looks back on all the reasons he has to control his anger).

୨୧ ‧₊˚ Word Count: 16.6k

୨୧ ‧₊˚ Tags: Omegaverse au, omega scarcity, forced caretaking, idol au, Pack alpha hoseok x omega! m/c, Sicfic, Angst, Hurt/comfort, Background ot7 x reader, eventual Brat! m/c, Implied chronic health issues, themes of trauma, Hoseok has PTSD from enlistment, healing, Past Medical mistreatment, past neglect, Eventual smut, brief smut, Brief allusions to omega obedience training, Brief Dom! Hoseok, Breif Sub! m/c + Jk, referenced Dom Jimin + spanking, non-chronological storyline

୨୧ ‧₊˚ A/N: This was inspired after i got /dreadfully/ ill after seeing HOTS in march. i've been writing it for a good long while i guess! i'm open to adding more to the story if i'm inspired but as of right now it will only be 5 parts. Please enjoy it and let me know what you think! this story also does go non-chronolgocially, if we organize it by chronology this is actually the middle. basically it goes 3 < 4 < 5 < 1 < 2, but i think you'll enjoy the flashbacks of how they got togeather!

The sound of the audience and the rumble of screams and shouts are still ringing in Hoseok's ears as he exits the stage. The roar of the lyrics are a hum filling his veins. Adrenaline pumps through his system better than any drug or instinct. More addictive and more natural to him than breathing.

He’s sweat tacky in places he’d rather not name and yet despite this night- a show, the dance of performer and performance, the validation that comes from the screams of many waiting fans- despite all of that- Hoseok's still not calm. Hoseok's still not satisfied.

He yanks his in ears out, nearly tearing at the wiring the second he's clear from view. Not even bothering to put his microphone in its correct case as he moves, breathless and hurried in the direction of the dressing room.

A stagehand tries to help him, but after clocking the rage and aggression rolling off of him they think better of it and lower their gaze as he passes, practically curling in on themselves.

He's on alert, aggression a hairpin trigger just waiting to be pulled below his skin. Almost hoping for an outlet. The still lingering roaring cheers of Alphas, a good number of betas, and a sparse select few omegas ferry him as he cuts through the sea of staff.

By all metrics the show had gone well. He's not angry because he stumbled or because someone messed up the queue for the cube again. This performance had gone perfectly. It has nothing to do with why he's about to snap and punch someone. Maybe bite them. Maybe tear them limb from limb- yeah his alpha likes the sound of that. But none of this, none of this is what makes his blood hot in his veins.

That honor belongs to his omega.

You’re not just his, of course, you belong to the others too. But he’s pack alpha, so they all belong to him to some degree. The pups more so, his peers, Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi- less. Being a part of a pack is more like belonging to matching a set and less ownership.

But not anymore. You're Hoseok's. In every way that matters. You're his.

It's hard to believe, but Hoseok was not always so possessive and exacting as a pack alpha. He never had to deal with any of this- the instincts and the near-feral need that comes with them before the pack became fractured. Broken in a way that can’t be fixed by words and promises. Leaving Hoseok's alpha to pace back and forth the inside of his mind like a monster caged and understimulated.

Hoseok wishes he knew what he was giving up when he enlisted.

Not that knowing would have changed anything. But at least then he'd have been prepared.

Hoseok has seven pups and seven packmates registered to his pack. four alpha's, two beta's, and one precious omega. He's never been without his pack for so long and before 22 months ago they'd never been apart for more than a few weeks. Enlisting posed new challenges, some that Hoseok thought he'd be better at handling by now.

But adjustment takes time. Healing takes time. It doesn't matter how many times he repeats that to himself. Nothing ever gets easier (You might disagree).

The military wasn't easy. They didn't go easy on Hoseok.

He'd never been one alpha among the many, never had his rage cultivated and honed as a weapon to be used and wielded by his superiors. Hoseok learned he was good at being angry- good at melding his body and his alpha together as one- it's only now that Hoseok's out that he's struggling to detangle his sense of self from his alpha.

He'd never been without some sort of pack structure. At least not in so many years. He'd presented with Namjoon and Yoongi- had dealt with their instincts and learned how to settle his own alongside them. A good thing too because a few years after when Jungkook and Taehyung had come along. Young and wide-eyed and entirely unprepared for anything like presenting- they'd needed a pack alpha to help settle them. Someone to guard and mind their instincts, to take care of them, to push when they needed pushing and get them to bend when otherwise they might break.

But war is different. Rage- Hoseok is learning, Is a particular monster that doesn't go down easy.

Of course they'd never been completely broken as a pack. Even now Yoongi is home in the pack house still doing his daily service and coming home at the end of the day. The last time Hoseok had been home (nearly 5 weeks ago before the start of the tour). Yoongi was still struggling; Hoseok saw signs of it everywhere.

His camo jacket wasn't in the house even, it's in the garage where he leaves his boots. Takes them off before he even sets foot inside. separate lives and separate alpha's. There are pack house slippers set up by the door. 16 slippers, 8 sets, color coordinated. Kept meticulously clean like the rest of the house. Namjoon's coffee mug left by the coffee maker, Tae's scarf laid over the chair. A still life painting. hints of the pack left undisturbed. As if they'd just popped out for a moment and where coming back later.

Maybe Hoseok should have realized it when Seokjin was discharged, how you and Yoongi had gone radio silent for 6 hours. How much more communicative Seokjin was after and how every day after he told Hobi how much he couldn't wait for the pack alpha to come home. A new edge to his tone. Hoseok should have suspected something was wrong.

Now that Hoseok's home, he knows. Jin had it easier. Jin's a beta Jin doesn't have a monster in the back of his mind constantly out for blood.

He knows that Yoongi's still not used to buying less than 8 people's worth of food at a time after so many years of cooking and shopping for 8. That he struggles to fall asleep at night- too used to the press of warm bodies around him. Now Hoseok knows that Sometimes when Yoongi wakes in the morning, his hands shake. Instincts and body unsettled.

Hoseok knows, for the first 6 months of his service, his hands shook in the morning too. Call it psychological dependence or physical addiction- Hoseok doesn't quite know what it is. Although Hoseok expects that had more to do with you.

Alpha's can grow dependent on omega's after all. It's no more addictive than a cup of coffee, and yet,

And yet…

In his worst moments, Hoseok wonders what the pack would do if they didn't have you.

If you hadn't have asked, Hoseok wouldn't have let you come on this tour, would have never dragged you across the globe from city to city and would never have taken you from Yoongi. But the fact of the matter is that Hoseok is...it's not that he's not handling this well exactly but...but...

But you'd pouted, and Hoseok (notoriously weak for your every whim and desire) had predictably melted. (He'd been a little oblivious to the thankful looks shot at you over his head, he'd missed the way that Yoongi had cornered you just before the start of tour, how he'd folded himself across you.

"I'll get him back, you know I can be persistent."

"I know, I'm just worried, he's so...unhappy." Yoongi finally settled on. Even if you're both aware that that's not quite it. "You know how I hate it when you push yourself.")

But trauma changes people, it affects everyone differently. Hoseok had changed.

Now Hoseok regrets letting you come even more. When he checks his phone he doesn't have a single text from you. Not a 'good luck on the show.' Or an 'I'll be watching alpha' or anything. Which is not like you. Hoseok shouldn't be so surprised. You're probably sleeping. You're probably just resting like you should be. He'd ordered you to rest last night.

Exiting the stage, Hoseok does try and settle himself. Pausing in the darkness listening the the shouting of the crowd, slowly becoming a murmur and rumble. 60 thousand footsteps trudging towards the exit.

He spends a few moments standing there, staff around him waiting on bated breath, waiting for him to move. He's at least practicing his breathing exercises even if his body still feels like a weapon poised to attack.

When Hoseok closes his eyes, he sees each member of his pack as a pinprick of light against the map. Five dots clustered across the ocean back in Korea, one here close by, and one on the other side of the world.  7 dots and 7 breaths.

Seokjin is in France for an event that left him looking glittery and bejeweled. But he's existed as little more than sinful pictures and soft check-ins on Hoseok’s phone. His phone buzzes, but Hoseok keeps his eyes closed and breathes before he looks at it.

Those check-ins are the only way Hoseok stays sane these days. The updates from Jimin and Jungkook- shots of the dinner they make for the thousands of other recruits. 30 gallon pots of honey potatoes. Recordings of Namjoon's military band. The few promos that Taehyung is allowed to shoot- although he out of all of them is radio silent most weeks. Hoseok knows it's just because he's military police and has a higher clearance than them- even though Hoseok's technically a sergeant- but still-

Taehyung is a shifting wolf, he has different expectations than the rest of the pack.

Hoseok isn't in the military anymore. He's just Jung Hoseok. Only Hoseok could never be just Jung Hoseok- no matter what universe you put him in.

As long he knows exactly where and what his pack is doing the instincts are a little bit easier to bear. As long as he knows when Yoongi's going to come home, when Seokjin will be done with his photoshoot or recording session or this or that and is ready there waiting at the front door for a scenting or a brief nibble at their throat. Hoseok's instincts stay mostly in check.

Mostly. It's easier if Hoseok gives in, just a little bit, to what his alpha wants.

Hoseok's alpha wants more than Hoseok can give him right now, Hoseok's alpha wants blood, wants to tear this stadium apart and hunt across the city, tearing through anyone that steps in his way until he gets to you.

They haven’t all been together in so long his body is almost used to it. His body has adjusted. It’s been months now but there is still aggression that lurks under his skin, alpha constantly roiling to get out out out out. To get back to his pack, to drag them back by the scruff of their necks to the pack house and place them gently in your nest where they belong. Damning laws and discharge dates and all associated consequences.

The truth is that Hoseok's alpha doesn't know what to do when they're not together. Will keep him awake, will keep him from eating or resting. He'd heard that enlistment time could be dangerous for pack alphas, that many don't survive their 18 months without going feral at least once. Hoseok had skimmed by the skin of his teeth.

In many ways, the fight between man and alpha is like a dance, Hoseok’s alpha asks for obedience and Hoseok gives him his body but not his mind when he can help it. He runs and moves, and puts every ounce of discipline and dominance into his dance. His moves are always mastered, never shaky.

Hoseok's not sure he'd know it if he went feral.

When he'd been announced as pack alpha back just after their debut, there had been more than one article that questioned why the sunshine of the group, the ever-smiling and genial member, neither the largest nor the tallest was made pack alpha.

But size has nothing to do with it. Now, no one wonders. After seeing him perform solo on the stage they bought and paid for with their youth and hard work. After seeing him and what he can do no one questions him. Hoseok made discharge look effortless, no one would ever guess. No one would ever wonder.

Other times, Hoseok's alpha asks for more than Hoseok can give without showing it. Like tonight.

The only thing that made their military service at all tolerable was the fact that for those 6 months when the 6 of them had been in active service- at least Yoongi had been able to come home to you.

There’s a text from him on Hobi's phone and he's not asking about the show. Yoongi always watches the live stream and usually texts him the second he's hot off the stage. Asking about how it went even though he saw it. Namjoon might be the group leader but Yoongi has always felt a bit more like Hoseok's second in command.

Hoseok has no doubt that Yoongi saw right through him tonight, saw the furious crispness to his movements, and was able to tell how close he was to breaking. Hoseok doesn’t doubt that the other alpha checking his phone every few minutes. Anxiously waiting for Hoseok's response.

When Hoseok is certain he has enough control over his body that the text isn't going to make him trash the backstage area. He checks his phone.

Yoonie (10:32pm): How is she? Any news? Has her condition gotten any worse?

Yoonie (10:33pm): I know you're probably already considering it, but you know traveling isn't healthy for omega's long term. She needs her routine. You should consider sending her home.

Yoongi has gentler instincts and always has. But even he can't stay settled when their omega is sick. Yoongi also wasn’t taken away from you for a year and a half and taught to kill so Hoseok thinks he’s allowed to be a little on edge.

Hoseok shouldn't feel so fragile and so volatile. He should feel better. This is nothing compared to how it was right after he got back.

Yoongi's not the only one who's texted, the rest already have using their precious 30 minutes of phone time a day to check in. Most of the time, Hobi tries to time his updates to accumulate before they wake.

Jin gets it, Jin understands. Even though he's a beta. His text came through just before Hobi got on stage.

Jinnie (7:05pm): Let me know if you want me to change my flight.

They’ve been separated for a year. There was only Jin’s discharge and then his that they’ve all been together for. They all keep in regular contact and that’s not difficult. They check in and text daily and call weekly. But it's never enough.

As a pack with a registered omega they’re offered some allowances by the government. They get more days off and leeway if one of them gets sick or injured (like last month with Taehyung- Hoseok’s little alpha, bundled close in the nest, face tucked under your chin, so achingly still. His newly big body oh so carefully placed so that he wouldn’t strain his cracked rib.)

Alphas don’t have a better reason to fight than for omegas and recovery rates are always always higher if an alpha has been scented by an omega. The boost to their immune system alone is enough to make omega’s necessary for the war effort. The government even employs some omega's and compensates them greatly for their service as scenters.

The pack would never think about going to a government omega, not when they’ve got you at home.

As a bonded pack there’s no use, it wouldn’t work the same (and Hoseok would never offend you that way). But there’s less time given if more than one alpha is out. It’s one of the few reasons why Hoseok went in first so that he'd be able to help them all adjust when the time came.

He never expected to be the one to have trouble with it. To struggle to turn his instincts off now that they've been turned on.

The people around must be able to tell that Hoseok’s on edge, and the crowd too. Their cries reached a feral pitch, the same shouting that still vibrates the stage beneath his feet. Rage rolls off of him in waves as he stalks back to the dressing room. Smile and grin and smirk falling from his face.

They must be able to smell it on him underneath all the smell of the show, the gunpowder and fire from Hangsang, the roil of steam from sweet dreams, all irrelevant.

This is what they’ve all been waiting for for what feels like years, a chance to be on the stage again, a chance to perform. This is only the beginning leg of the tour and there are still kinks to work out and problems to solve. The logistical nightmare of moving staff and stage across multiple countries never ends. Hoseok is used to this. Hoseok is comfortable here.

He keeps telling himself that.

But right now, Hoseok can't think about it. He can't think about anything else but you.

Because you're sick.

~-~

Omegas are so rare that not every pack can have one.

Only those who can supply an above-average standard of life usually get one. Both prize and packmate. They're more common in celebrity and chaebol circles. Having an omega in your pack is the ultimate sign of success and wealth.

Some packs even have two, especially if the omega's have decided they're nestmates. But Hoseok can't imagine needing more than you.

A disease two generations ago wiped out nearly 90% of omega's. The sickness left only the most looked after, the most cared for unscathed. But those that were alive by the end of the nearly 10 year period scrambled to cope. To this day the omega population still hasn't recovered in any meaningful way. They make up only about 1 in every 100 individuals worldwide, less in Korea.

Most omega’s go through a very rigorous courting period if they're going to belong to a pack at all, only the richest and well-esteemed packs can covet one for for themselves. The rest of the world survives off of government-sponsored nesting and scenting services. There are even government agencies in charge of omega’s. Each omega gets an id card and a social worker. Hoseok hasn't had to talk to yours in years. Omegan Health Services or the OHS that tracks any omega that might have come into contact with the virus and quickly disseminates antivirals and vaccines.

You have to get yours every few months. Hoseok makes sure you never miss your appointments. Usually, he spends the following day confining you to the nest, immune to your restless squirming and your insistence that you're alright, just a little tired. Resistant to his insistence that he carry you where you need to go, that he fuss over you.

Luckily- the rest of the pack gangs up on you after your shots too. Namjoon puts your bandaid on the inside of your arm and Yoongi soothes your stomach with bone broth and light food to support your immune system. Each spoonful blown at, your lips dotted with reassuring kisses between bites. Jungkook and Taehyung usually wrap themselves around you like a living blanket to keep the shivers at bay. Nosing into your spine.

Only Hoseok and Yoongi usually attend your appointments. They're a little too intense for the others. Sometimes Jin comes. But he's the most likely to burst into tears and then you end up comforting him instead of the other way around.

Hoseok is usually good up until they actually put the needle into your skin. He'd broken a chair the first time he'd seen it. Gripping the wooden arm so hard as he heard your intake of pain that it had splintered under his hand.

There's a genetic component to being a pack alpha. Jungkook has the gene too. Hoseok has always been a little stronger, a little more resilient than the others.

Hoseok has only ever missed one of your appointments. Last year, the year Hoseok was enlisted for your shot. You'd spent weeks telling him he didn't have to take a day off for it (he'd been saving all of his leave for his packmate's ruts and your heat, but even then Hoseok knew he was going to have to miss one or two.) You said you'd be fine, that the shot wouldn't be too bad, you've had them before after all.

Only you hadn't been alright, you'd had to be hospitalized for it. It wasn't all that uncommon, omega's have weak immune systems and yours has always been particularly fragile.

Hoseok hardly remembers it. The static through the line, he'd hardly been able to hear Yoongi's voice over the roar of his heartbeat through his ears. An emergency call from Yoongi, something about an allergic reaction, anaphylaxis.

He'd have gone awol if his commander hadn't granted him emergency leave. His brain hadn't stopped roaring until he'd draped himself draped across your hospital bed after making an 8-hour car ride in 6 hours. Beret off, spilled and fallen onto the floor, face crumpling the second Yoongi rose from your opposite bedside.

"Namjoon will be here in an hour, she tried to stay up for you but the medication they had to give her made her drowsy."

Hoseok hadn't been able to speak, to respond to him. The sight of you in the bed. Small looking. The cannula. Supplying your body with oxygen because it's not getting enough. Everything screaming at Hoseok's instincts wrong wrong wrong. Fight protect keep safe.

Hoseok was terrified.

They'd given him a tranquilizer to stop him from pacing outside your door. Apparently its a normal occurrence in the relatively empty but well maintained omega's only wing of the hospital. Guards watch him with nervous expressions as they patrol the halls.

After that, he'd been a little more susceptible to Yoongi's gentle request that Hoseok should come sit by your bedside table. And what started as sitting turned into nuzzling into your hand turned into closing his eyes for just a moment.

You'd been rubbing your hands over his shaved head by the time he'd woken. He'd been so sure he'd been dreaming it, but Your honey voice is so soothing after hearing nothing but shouting to work harder and run faster you're so weak private Jung, can you even hit the target for weeks and weeks that it felt a bit like a lullaby to hear his own name spoken so gently, with such tenderness.

"Hobi, Oh Hobi. You didn't have to come all this way for me."

~-~

This is thankfully not that. Thankfully you're sick with just a cold and not the virus. But Hoseok doesn't take any sickness lightly. Not when it comes to you.

Modern medicine has come a long way, but still not far enough. Omegas are so rare a good portion of the population even abandons the idea of having an omega entirely. They’re not exactly a necessity for beta’s but for alphas- it’s a different story.

Hoseok can feel the hum of scent deprivation under his skin. The itch unlike any other. Hoseok cannot smell you on him, not his clothes or his skin. Nothing beyond the smell of sweat and alpha annoyance. Through any other performance, he’d at least have the scent of his pack on him. But not tonight, not until June when everyone will finally finally be together.

You’d been sleeping through the morning when he left, and he’d been reluctant to wake you on account of how you’d fallen asleep last night- or hadn’t. You’d been sniffling and coughing the whole night away. Hoseok had kept watch over you through it all.

What had started as a brief tickle in your throat around lunch yesterday (an easy meal- vegetables for Hobi and a tad bit of meat for you, fed from his own chopsticks, every brief shake of your head met with a disapproving look that you have long stopped disagreeing with. Hobi knows how much you are to eat, there's no reason why you need to worry your pretty little head about anything). Had developed into a fever and a few minutes of terror while they waited for the test to develop.

You've never gotten the sickness before but Hoseok knows how it would start; a feverishness like heat, then tiredness. And then all of a sudden you'd go to nest and wouldn't get up again without medical intervention. Might not get up at all. Might stop breathing- might-

He repeats it to himself again. That you're not sick with it. That this is just an ordinary cold. He has no reason to be so on edge.

The fans tonight could tell there was something wrong. Could spot it. Hoseok knows they're wondering if it's you. You aren’t a secret, but you are a private matter. A person that only the pack and the staff know by name. There have been pictures and speculation. They don't hide you but your last name is not public knowledge. You keep your face hidden almost constantly when you know you’re going to be spotted with them.

You are not someone to be jealous of but to be jealous for. You are not someone to be stalked or photographed. What they ordinarily tolerate out of necessity, they never do with you.

But alpha's are not always good at controlling their instincts. There have been incidents, not always because of them or their lack of control either. Jungkook had almost come to blows with an alpha who dared to sniff in your direction just before Jungkook's enlistment, a month or so after Hobi's.

~-~

The flash of the cameras are dizzying. There's a hush that falls over the room as you and Jungkook enter, before the roar redoubles- twice as loud as before.

You're mostly used to it by now, but still some things- like Jungkook close behind you, his big hand on the small of your back make it easier to tolerate. The press of people on either side of you is stifling, press and fans, guards and security. There's only a few moments of claustrophobia from the car to the showcase.

You hold your breath, and Jungkook stays close. It would be easier if your other alphas were here, but you're getting used to having them far away, to having them only on your phone or during evening phone calls. It's been enough months that Hoseok has stopped apologizing for leaving you and Namjoon has started making promises of all the things you'll do once you're home.

But still, sometimes you wake in the nest in the morning, big and empty of bodies, and feel so lonely it aches.

It will be worse when Jungkook goes. You know it will. Which is why you're tagging along today, why you've tagged along to schedules you'd normally avoid.

Sometimes you don't believe what hoseok says, the way that the world talks about omegas, they say you're more delicate, you're more breakable. Most of the time, you don't believe it.

Other times, like this, your anxiety rushes at you, and their touch becomes the only teather you have outside of the fear, the nervousness, the pounding tumble of your heart that ached for confined soft spaces, warmth and enclosed safety. A nest.

But you do away with your instincts today, in favor of staying close. A few more weeks, you only have a few more weeks until Jungkook goes and you don't want to waste a single minute.

One moment you're in front of Jungkook, walking almost instep with him as he leads you through rows and rows of security. You know what you'll look like in magazines later, wide eyes perched over a mask, hat with bunny ears flopping. Swallowed whole by a jacket, small next to your alpha. That there will be articles and breakdowns of your every movement.

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Being an omega can get a little frustrating. You're not the only one scrutinized this way, most omega's that mate with public figures are the topic of the tabloids. You'd flopped against hoseok's chest the first time it happened, "they only saw my forehead! how are they talking about skincare routine when they don't even know?" he'd just pressed his forhead against yours, nuzzling your nose playfully.

"I hate to tell you that you should get used to it but- the press are just kind of like that."

Most of them keep their distance. tipping their head as you pass. it doesn't make you weirded out or nervous, it just is this way. You take off your hat and mask the second you're clear of the doors and fans, about to turn and say something to Jungkook. You don't see the dark figure at the end of the hall leaning forward ever so slightly.

But Jungkook does.

it happens so quick you can't even blink, one moment you're stumbling, turning to say something to him, a security gaurd reaching out to steady you- The next moment you're holding Jungkook back around his waist, blood on his knuckles and a growl on the air.

More than one security guard and staff gets between you and the other alpha. He spits blood on the floor. Some of it hits your legs.

Your ears ring, and you can't hear anything as Jungkook shoves you behind him. Two other security guards have to hold him back. Hands shaking out of their hold.

They'd still been shaking, as he used a wet wipe to clean the blood off of your legs after.

You just don't sniff at an omega without permission, let alone reach to touch them. Let alone an omega with a pack.

"Jeon Jungkook! No! Bad!"

You don't like using their full names, never have, it's always pet names with you. Hoseok can already hear the gentle velvet of your voice crooning softly, "Hobi, are you okay? Do you want to come lay down in my nest for a bit? Can you come here alpha? I want to scent you."

You are the only person for whom his instincts bend. You are the only person he ever willingly takes orders from. The fight worn out of his body at your simplest request.

Hoseok takes Emergency pack alpha leave precious and dwindling by the month, just to handle the situation again. But disciplining his pack takes precedent.

A tidy settlement had kept the situation from leaking to the press, although Hoseok could hardly blame Jungkook for acting aggressively. His head had hung the entire time Hoseok been home. Jungkook doesn't like disappointing the pack alpha. Especially not now, when they don't have days and weeks of proximity and routine to get back on even ground. Not when Hoseok only has 24 hours, and has to leave in the morning.

It only takes one touch for Hoseok to bring him to his knees. A hand on the back of his neck the second they're clear of the outside. The pack house, dusty and mostly empty. Jungkook's mouth has been running wild since Hoseok first walked into the company building. Apologizing to anyone who would listen.

But Hoseok hadn't accepted the apology until they'd been in private.

"Do you know why you're sorry Jungkook?"

You're sat across Hoseok's lap for it, sniffling slightly. Soothed by the rhythmic brush of his hand down his back, your cold nose pressed against his throat. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his uniform before this. Jungkook is on his knees between Hoseok's parted thighs. Inches from you and kept at a distance by sheer obedience. Hoseok admires Jungkook's restraint. Not every alpha could resist nuzzling into an omega's thighs, especially one so close.

Hoseok knows his weaknesses. Jungkook is also a good alpha. Hoseok's most obedient one. But even then he's not even looking at Hobi when as he kneels.

Jungkook looks at you and blinks back tears. Hoseok wants to lick at the alpha's pretty canines, wants to press your faces together and make you kiss. Make it messy just for him. He redoubles his hold on you. holding you tighter. You lap at his scent gland, trying to soothe yourself, nearly suckling at the skin of his throat.

"For offending our omega and...for putting her in danger?" Jungkook's hands slid down Hoseok's calf muscles, but Hoseok just tipped his feet wider. Giving Jungkook more room.

The ball of your foot pressed against Jungkook's shoulder, undeterred, the younger alpha only tries to nose up your leg. Hoseok nudges between his legs with his boot and Jungkook makes a noise- somewhere between a whine and a growl.

"Look at me. not at her." Hoseok keeps him still, and yet- there's only seconds before Jungkook's attention is diverted from the pack alpha's face to yours.

"And how did you do that? How did you put her in danger? Tell alpha."

"For Fighting? For hitting him?"

Hoseok is quick to reassure him with a hand on his chin, rubbing across Jungkook's cheek. "No no no, you did that perfectly. Alpha is so proud of you for defending our omega like that, try again."

"Because" Jungkook is having a hard time stringing his words together with Hoseok's boot pressed to certain places. But that's the point. Hoseok owns all of him like this, the sole of his rubber boot pressed against his knot, gently pressing it snug between Jungkook's body and the unyielding weight of his dominance. The other alpha pants openly. Hoseok can tell that it hurts. Can tell that Jungkook likes it to by the way his mouth opens in a soundless groan.

"Because I did it infront of her?"

"Yes. And why was that bad?"

"Because stress isn't good for omega's? They're too fragile for it." That Jungkook does not say shakily. He, like Hoseok, knows it in his bones that he speaks the truth.

hoseok is perilously weak not to reward him.

"That's right. Good boy. My smart boy. Pull your pants down for alpha and show me your knot." Jungkook pushes into Hoseok's hand like a puppy, letting out a shaky relieved breath at the words. You squirm a little, stilling when you feel Hoseok's hands go firm on your waist. A wordless command to keep still and stay where alpha wants you.

Jungkook rushes to comply, eager to be good. cock popping free, hitting his toned stomach with a light plop. Resting his chin on Hoseok's knee once he's finished.

He waits. You squirm. Looking at him over your shoulder and then at Hoseok. blushing furiously. unnerved by jungkook's complete obedience. Like you're struggling not to give it to.

You rub your nose up and down the column of his throat like you're trying to soothe yourself. "M' not fragile." Hoseok pulls back to peck your nose, humming and willing to play along. His hands on you are gentle, almost too gentle.

"Of course you're not. My sweet little pup. You’re so so brave, you didn’t even cry for that long and alpha is so so proud."

He adjusts his gaze to Jungkook, who has resorted to clinging to Hoseok's legs again for comfort. Pretending he's not rutting his hips in tentative circles and making a mess of Hoseok's pant leg. Eyes teary and worked up. Teeth half bared in aggression like he wants to submit completely but can't quite will himself too. his alpha bubbling up.

"It was just...Scary." You say, quiet and soft. And when you reached down to touch Jungkook's hair, Hoseok lets you.

Jungkook sags into the touch. He chases your scent gland taking deep grateful lungfuls of the scent there. lips parted against your skin. The ache between his thighs forgotten. Teeth almost pressed and bared. But he wouldn't dare nip at you, not when you're sat in Hoseok lap.

This time when apologies dribble from his lips, Hoseok feels like he means it. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry. I won't do that again in front of her- I didn't mean too-"

Hoseok presses his shoe against Jungkook's cock again, This time there's no fabric guarding the harsh dig of the leather and tred from dimpling Jungkook's skin. The alpha yelps. Thighs shaking with the effort it takes him to stay still. Body going rigid.

When Hoseok takes his shoe off, there's a bit of white wet liquid, staining the dark leather. Hoseok's smile is near feral.

"All will be forgiven, Don't you want to show hyung how good you can be? I think you owe our pup a little stress relief Kookie." Hoseok simply shifts you in his lap. Draping one leg over either knee. Fingers dipping between your legs, low. Fingers parting warmth and sweet. Jungkook's blubbering cuts off.

"All you have to do it open your mouth and apologize."

~-~

Jungkook had been sorry, for almost inadvertently pushing your capabilities. The whole world treats omega's like this- like they are inherently fragile.

You are someone that the fans would never shove or push at. It's generally considered a taboo to be rough with omegas at all and more than one idol has had to issue a public apology after tugging their omega's hand a little too roughly at the airport or through crowds of fans.

At least outside of private matters. Behind closed doors, it's more up to what the individual omega wants. At least that's what Hoseok's learning with you.

It's also considered the bare minimum to provide for your omega an extravagant life. That at least- Hoseok does not struggle with. It's easy to spoil you, instinctual almost. To protect and provide and please.

All in all Hoseok is more straightforward that you might expect, he'll give his pack everything so long as they hold nothing back in return.

Being on tour with him means you can try things you wouldn’t ordinarily eat and go places you wouldn’t normally go. To art museums and shopping districts for pretty little diamond studded collars and comfortable designer nesting supplies. Café's for famous desserts shaped like flowers and figs, and even the exclusive omega section at Fao Schwartz.

The packages for that have already been sent back to Seoul where they no doubt fill the entryway of the pack house. Probably carefully unwrapped and organized by yoongi, still in their silk bags on the border of your personal nest at home. A custom-made monstrosity that Hoseok had made for you and Yoongi designed that cost a small fortune.

But Hoseok had no qualms with him spending the pack's money on that. Not even back at the beginning of your courtship and relationship. Nothing but the best for you.

But delicate requests for room service and delivery from a restaurant you’d wanted to try with a promise for more at the next tour stop are now forgotten. Everything is forgotten now that you're sick.

He’s aware he’s been followed, his manager, a bodyguard, a makeup Noona trail behind him as he stalks in the direction of the dressing room. Where his clothes are, where he can get his things and leave. He can feel the rage polishing his canines already.

It makes his grin wider, teeth sharper in the privacy of darkness. Hoseok is snarling at the shadows, the toothy grin crazed as he finally makes it back to the dressing room. Tearing off his jacket popping the buttons and ripping the hem of it in the process.

It can be fixed before the next performance. Hoseok would rip 100 jackets to get home to you even a second quicker.

Unlike usual, no one offers him congratulations and he doesn’t offer any thanks or encouragement. His hands shake as he bends down to undo his shoes, all but yanking them off of him. His necklaces get tangled around his fingers, 7 of them- one for each packmate, and the second he starts to tear at them. Someone reaches for him- to stop him.

Hoseok turns and nearly lunges at Mr. Lee.

Hoseok imagines it perfectly, teeth sinking in, popping through skin and blood. The image is so visceral that Hoseok almost confuses it with reality. The familiar iron tang on the back of his throat what his instincts demand.

He stops himself just narrowly before he can get to his throat. He loses a growl. A sound so bone chilling that no one dare moves a muscle.

Only pure familiarity keeps him from actually biting the other man. the fact that Hoseok's alpha has sort of identified him as someone safe. But the scent of alpha aggression in the air makes everyone, even the lowliest stagehand, pause where they’re gathered. Hoseok bares his teeth and breathes. Struggling to contain himself.

Mr. Lee doesn't flinch, doesn't even raise his eyebrows at Hobi, looking at him with that same impassive expression. Not intimidated in the slightest by Hoseok snapping his teeth.

His hand smooth over the necklaces. He lets go of Hoseok gently.

Honestly, he should be more careful, they were gifts from the pack. The pack like matching their clothes, their shoes, their jewelry, and matching pack items are fairly common, especially in larger packs.

Hoseok in particular likes to have one thing from each of them on his person at most times, especially when he's traveling. Especially since he hasn't given any of them mating bites yet (none of them could stomach the idea of doing it before service). A little memento to keep them close. The biggest necklaces are from Yoongi and Namjoon and the smallest one is from you. Each of them cost no small sum, they're monetarily valuable as well as sentimental to Hoseok.

Hoseok doesn't thank Mr.Lee as he holds his breath, counts to seven, and goes back to taking them off, this time more gently without yanking at the clasps hard enough to bend the metal. even though he's breathing heavy. even though his hands are shaking. Hoseok struggles but there’s already someone behind him undoing the clasps and finally, it feels like he can breathe.

“Sorry. I’m fine I’m fine just-” Hoseok scrubs his hand across his face. Holding the necklaces in one hand. The diamonds sway. long strands handing towards the floor.

“Can I change in the car?” Hoseok is not asking, even if it’s phrased as a question.

With the way Seejin is looking at him, Hoseok knows the answer, and that he doesn’t want to say it. “Fine just- hurry.” Everyone knows why he's on edge, why he’s off.

Everyone here is well acquainted with the pack's omega.

The first few shows you'd ever attended, you'd been quite the distraction. Falling asleep in Namjoon's lap during his makeup. tugging on Jungkook's shirt while he was getting dressed, playfully feeling Jimin's hair while he was warming up and cutting off his notes. Unwilling to let any of them go on stage without being scented. a reminder as you lingered in the wings of the stage, in their peripheral vision that made even Hoseok stumble.

Occasionally you still attend their concerts to remind them of the power you hold, that as much as you give in to their impulses, they're also beholdent to yours. The leash goes both ways.

You're a little bit of a legend among the makeup noonas, managers, and bodygaurds. Because before enlistment and before any of this, before you’d been theirs, you’d been here working alongside them- a member of the support staff.

~-~

Omegas aren’t officially banned from working, not in any legal or governmental capacity.

Every few years some asshole petitions the current government to put some ban on them working and demand they remain registered to one alpha and one alpha only as is natural. But in all reality, the world could not survive without omegas at least taking some modicum of independence for themselves.

A good number of them appreciate their freedom. Just not you.

Hoseok doesn't like to consider the world where there are no working Omega's, a world where they aren't allowed to help. Now that he's seen the military, and seen what it's like when alphas are taken outside of their normal routine and pack structure and put all together. The idea is even more unsettling.

Without omega's, alphas would break out into all-out war.

Hoseok imagines The rage. The quiet of devastation of murder out of necessity. Alphas already have a hard time restraining their instincts even with an omega. Every few weeks there are stories of some alpha going feral on the news. Can you imagine going 8 weeks without being scented? That sounds terrible. I don't think I'd last 4.

Omega’s are too gentle to do most jobs that aren't specifically designed for them. Omegas are sensitive, in need of protection from just about everything. No fear is too small, not fear of thunder or fear of darkness. Anything that can lurk can be killed, and alphas will kill for omegas. It’s a culturally accepted fact.

No alpha can maintain their instincts for long and keep them under control without an omega scenting them docile at least once a week, it's biological, a necessity as much as drinking water or eating. For beta's its slightly less- they get more snapish than feral. they need it maybe once a month.

Hoseok has still seen seokjin's hands shake, has still suffered through more than one sleepless night with jimin. His body and his brain fighting his instinct to stay awake.

There are modern solutions for age old problems of course. Before you the pack subsided the same way the rest of the population did. There are upscale scenting parlors on just about every street corner in the city, private institutions designed with open air booths or similar to cafes that pay out omega's handsomely for a little acess to their wrists or if they're feeling particularly brave- their throats.

Most priced too expensive for the average person to afford, let alone a couple of broke trainees drunk on foolish dreams. There are alternatives for most of the population. Synthetic omega scent (that always smelled too chemical to Hoseok) available for purchase at every convenience store. Fortified drinks with omega pheromones that sort of work that keep you awake when you need to make deadlines. Yoongi used to overindulge in them.

If you're willing to pay extra, you can even buy something that's actually been scented by an omega. They have boutiques for it.

Although very very few packs can have an omega- most idol companies at least employ one designated omega scenter. They’re becoming more and more popular. A perk, similar to a 401k or unlimited PTO. See you don't need to worry about who will scent you next. See, if you're having a bad day or need help pushing through, we have what many don't.

And still- despite their necessity. Not all societies worship omegas. In certain pockets of the world, omegas are thought of as spoiled and lazy. Some are even kept secret to keep their freedoms, their omegan instincts suppressed until later by medications.

Either consensually or non-consensually in your case. You hadn’t known, not until you were well into your teenage years and nearly a legal adult, that you were an omega. Your instincts remained mostly dormant (and what didn't stay dormant you neglected). sometimes you still struggle to understand what your omega wants.

The others just think you're a little more spirited than a regular omega. But Hoseok knows. Hoseok's alpha has always been able to sniff it out.

Hoseok's blood still boils when he thinks about what your parents did to you. They did it in the name of protecting you but still. He'll still rant if given the opportunity (as long as it doesn't set you on edge). Hoseok's ranting is usually met with understanding from the other alphas and chagrined comfort from the betas in his pack.

The alphas understand that the anger never really goes away. But Seokjin and Jimin are different. They get a little spooked when Hoseok shows how truly angry he is.

Jimin usually exits the room when the others decide to indulge hoseok when he wants to hash it out again. He and Taehyung and Yoongi and Namjoon will find themselves in Yoongi's studio with a twelve-pack or they'll hit golf balls off the roof of the company building when the restlessness of unmet anger really tares at them. Hashing it out yet again until the rage has quieted to a dulcet murmur and Hoseok feels like writing songs about it again.

But not now. Hoseok can't calm himself down right now- Not right now when you’re back in the hotel room running a fever. A fucking fever.

You can’t blame Hoseok. He’s protective of you for a reason. It’s not only the omega plague that has him concerned but…your general health.

It's been harder to resist the temptation to worry since after his military service. Without all of them here to temper his anger and calm him down, Hoseok's alpha has been running a little wild. Bubbling up under the surface. Constantly close and whispering in his ear.

You even thing you see it come out on stage sometimes. Sometimes when he commands the crowd or asks them to roar for him it feels almost like he's using alpha voice with them.

You’d noticed the shift in Hoseok the second he’d come back. The second he took off his uniform for the last time after 18 months. His instincts were closer to the surface than ever before. He was so quiet. So silent. None of his usual electric energy, none of his quiet sureness that you were so used to.

Hoseok hates to admit it and hates it when anyone brings it up, but military service had changed him (and not in a good way).

It’s a good thing he has you- if it wasn’t for you- Hoseok doesn’t know if he’d have been able to find his way back to himself.

~-~

Coming home went something like this:

His eyes were wide through the live, open and unsure, a dazed look, almost shell shocked. Trembling with the new weight of old feelings. The position is familiar but the anxiety at his every move being watched- is unmatched. Like Jamais vu. How did being in front of the camera get so scary?

Hoseok used to be so good at this- at being an idol. They used to do this all the time almost without thought before enlistment. Are his movements too jerky? Can the fans tell that he's about to burst into tears? Can they tell? do they notice?

Is Hoseok not good at this anymore?

Leaving his station had felt like walking away from a nightmare only to find himself still asleep, somewhere between a night terror and a sweet dream. Because you were there in the van. You were there. A small body that nearly collided with his with how fast you pushed yourself to grab him the second he'd opened the door, A hand on your back and Hobi's neck, Yoongi close behind.

The cameras had only gotten one picture. Small arms wrapped around his waist and a blurry profile of a face pressed into his stomach.

Now, he listens to the sound of Yoongi prattling to Jin in the kitchen. sitting on the edge of your bed in the packhouse trying to decompress. there's an invitation to shower off the scent of the barracks before dinner that remains unfulfilled. The air smells like garlic and gochujang. the tang of ssamjang too. Smoke and fire. hoseok still hasn't undressed.

But Hoseok just sits on the bed. Hoseok can't move, lead weights attached to his extremities. Frozen there. Listening to the three of you and scenting the air.

the whole house smells like you, Jin, and Yoongi. just the three of you. none of the other alpha's, not Jimin. Hoseok never thought it would smell strange to him. Never thought that it would smell even a little unfamiliar.

Yoongi is all tangerine goodness. Bright and fragrant just on the edge of ripeness. Jin is soft as a peach, sweet and gentle. But You- oh you-

You smell like warm berry jam and nighttime summer air. Something drippy sweet and dark. Like the hint of sunshine and warmth and like syrup moving slow. Those early summer evenings where you can still smell the sun on the air even though it's already set.

Hoseok breathes it in through his teeth, Gritted. On edge. Alpha close under his skin.

Jin's teasing and Yoongi's low murmur fill the air around your bird chirps and squeaks, even when he falls silent. Absorbing it all, adjusting. It's only been a few hours. Only a few. Hoseok should cut himself some slack for not immediately being chipper and lighthearted.

Yoongi sounds relieved and excited even from here. There’s expensive champagne to celebrate (Hoseok hardly tasted his glass when he downed it, trying to calm his nerves) and a home-cooked meal that Hoseok has been looking forward to for months.

He hears the murmurs too, Yoongi breathing heavy, tense. Words he thinks Hoseok can't hear. "He's so skinny hyung, I saw him take off his jacket and I could see every tendon."

"I know, I know, but he's back now, he's safe, that's all we can change now. At least it's over for him."

"But the others."

"Baby I know." A quiet whine, a chirp. "don't you worry your little head about it darling, you just sit there, would you like to try the first piece? it's almost done. You don't need to save it for alpha, he'd want you to have it." It takes everything in Hoseok not to storm into the other room and feed it to you himself.

Hoseok knows what he looks like, knows that he's skinnier than normal, that he looks underfed and somehow more muscular than before. starved for something that isn't food maybe. the military keeps alphas well fed but not satiated. feeds them enough protein and wolfsbane to make them stronger and yet more susceptible.

But in the meantime worry and anxiety have eaten away at him. His cheeks are hollow and his thin birdlike bones look like they've been wrapped with corded muscle. You'd squeezed them appreciatively earlier, the same as you had with Jin. And Yoongi's eye roll had been hassling. But even the other alpha smelled pleased.

"Yah what am I going to do, if they all come back like this it's going to be me and you against the world pup." You'd giggled, and Hobi had delighted you by letting you hang from his arm.

hoseok couldn't explain why when he looks at you he feels like crying. you're wrapped in your most comforting clothing, an old sweatshirt of his that he hasn't worn in two years and has a new hole at the hem like you've worn it every day in his absence. Giggling softly as you try and hang. Yoongi's hand twitches like he's sort of ready to catch you incase you teeter.

"You're so strong now! Bet you're stronger than Jungkookie even! you can lift me all the time not just when you wanna show off!"

"He could always lift you pup," Jin had crooned looking down at you, a head taller, stooping to drop a kiss on your forehead. His knowing smirk light and teasing. "Hobi just feels like lifting you is more for him than for you so he resists, kind of like how I feel about hugging- like this."

Jin has the longest arms but for what he can't reach Yoongi makes up for. The second he reaches around you and Hobi- Yoongi mirrors him. Both of them are in sync and Hoseok mistimed. off beat. Missing a step. Yoongi and Jin squeeze both of them pushing their chests together and trapping both you and Hobi in a Yoonjin sandwich.

Hoseok can feel how gently they do it. going slow so as to not aggravate his instincts. His alpha cocks his head, unused to the careful affection. They keep squeezing until both of you devolve into giggles and until Hoseok is laughing for real. Unbidden, face crumpling towards the end.

The pack house is part of a gated community. Insulated from the public eye by high walls and a guarded gate. It’s a mixture of modern Western architecture on the outside and traditional Korean wood tones and airy skylights on the interior.

Everyone has a bedroom although they more often than not find themselves scattered in pairs or trios. When the pack doesn't have a schedule to attend to the following day and your health allows for it- they pile into your bedroom heaped all over each other. Unworried about sleeping in uncomfortable positions or needing to wake up everyone to pee.

It's adjacent to your nest room and the kitchen on the ground floor- because you were as equally as prone to bumping into things and tripping as Namjoon. The pack couldn’t bear the idea of you having to go up and down the stairs every night.

You could call them overprotective and you would be right. Your comment about Hoseok carrying you wasn't just teasing. You're lucky your alpha's keep you on such a long (and thankfully metaphorical) leash.

Many many omegas find themselves in more controlling situations than you do. Monitored, and kept safe by personal bodyguards or packmates (often times beta's or lower ranking alphas whose sole job in the pack structure is to protect and guard the pack's omega).

The closest thing you have to that is Jungkook and Taehyung. You don't think it's that over the top. In some parts of the world omega's occasionally disappear. Snatched from street corners or stolen from nests in the dead of night. Usually just after the presentation when they haven't found a pack yet to keep them safe.

You're lucky that the pack only sometimes ask to carry you up and down the stairs. You're lucky they don't have the habit of 'omega wearing' as some more traditional all-alpha packs do. No one's kept omega's like that- as little more than pets- in generations. You don't live in a country that requires omegas to wear a collar when they're out in public.

But still, sometimes it's hard not to be protective. You're used to most of it, every time that you so much as pick up a butter knife someone's shushing you and taking it from you. When you bend down to tie your shoes someone is already on their knees before you. Your jacket is always zipped for you, mittens always on, scarf tucked. Whenever you try and put a shirt over your head someone is aiding you. You've lost track of the times that you've heard them say "let alpha do it."

Jimin doesn't even ask, he just glares and puts his hands on his hips if you struggle too much. Surprisingly stern when you feel like you want to squirm or struggle. He's one of the very few packmates whose not uncomfortable landing a swat over your behind or making you write lines.

Jimin is very very particular about the rules. there are others that apply to the rest of them like 'no staying at the studio over night' and 'pt once a week, no butts' and 'no skipping meals for practice' but there are other ones specifically for you that go a little over the top.

Rules like I will tell my packmates when I'm feeling overstimulated and I will not go places in public alone without someone there to protect me. I will not behave in a way that puts my physical wellbeing in danger even inadvertently. If I go into omegaspace I will go and get someone no matter what they're doing because I cannot be left alone unsupervised.

Other things too like- when i feel needy i will not touch myself like a greedy little pup when I have 7 healthy packmates to fuck me. When I want a knot I will not demand it but ask for it nicely and say please and thank you. I will not take out my plug after breeding until Jiminie or Hoseokie or Namjoonie has told me I can. When I want bruises during a spanking or a settling I will clear it with every alpha first starting with Hoseokie and then Yoongi and Namjoon, then Jinnie, and Jungkookie and Taehyungie, only then will Minnie take you over his lap.

And you'll say please and thank you.

You're getting a bit ahead of yourself. Jimin is a very very particular beta. You miss him so much it aches. You miss all of them so much it hurts you, manifests as a physical ache in your temples or under your ribs. A breathless furious need to burrow away where no one could see you. unsafe without your familiar cadre of packmates.

Most of the ways that they take care of you are completely innocent. A tangle in your hair is hardly there before someone asks you to come sit between their thighs, brush in hand. You rarely ever have to sit on your own, a rotating schedule of who gets to have you in their lap during meal times. You haven't picked out your own clothes in years- someone's always there to do it for you.

At least not before enlistment.

After enlistment, you'd learned to do alot for yourself again. With Yoongi home in the evenings, it wasn't quite as lonely as it could have been but still-

It's the little things, that you'd struggled to accept at first that you ended up missing the most. It's insane to you now how you used to live before. That you were used to being independent and uncared for.

Maybe the truth is you don't hate all of it. It was so much nicer than being hissed at and shunned. You don't hate it when you fall asleep in the car or the couch and Namjoon or Hoseok carries you to your bed. You don't hate it when you're in public and someone is always gripping your arm or hold your wrist and guiding over every uneven doorway or step down. holding the back of your head when they guide you to bite. You don't mind the "hold my hand pup" or "Someone's too small for that, let alpha do it."

It's strange sure, but it's a little true. even when you don't want to admit it.

It's strange when Seokjin blows on your spoon of soup before letting you take a bite. When the alphas growl at you if you linger too close to someone who's not them- But it makes you feel comfortable and cared for in a way that you weren't always used to.

Treasured. That's the word for it. You're their treasure. You don't cringe about it when you remember anymore. (The truth is that the pack has made you a bit spoiled now. You don't resist their babying nearly as much as you used too).

It had felt like something of a game at the beginning. You asked for things to see if you could and they fulfilled it, only to shrink before what they actually wanted to give. But eventually you got so used to them handling everything that even when you'd squirmed and struggled and called too much you'd trusted them enough to let them push- and you'd eventually given in.

Maybe you'd be more used to it if you were born an omega (you were born an omega, you try to remind yourself. It just feels like you weren't sometimes).

Now their bedrooms are spaces that you haunt when you miss them. when they're home there are still moments when they each need their own space to either sleep without temptation or decompress after their busy schedules. It serves no one if they always wake each other up by leaving early for filming, or practice, or meetings.

The only bedroom that’s fit with a bed big enough for all of them is your bedroom, more out of necessity than anything else since your bed is the defacto favorite. You’d tried for a normal bed when you’d first moved in but found it quickly overrun and too crowded by packmates. Giving you the largest bedroom was something Hoseok insisted upon.

His own bedroom is now across the courtyard next to Yoongi’s, hardly used. Last time Hoseok checked, Yoongi had taken to storing some of his recording equipment in there, had propped the old bed up against the wall to make room for a pseudo recording studio. Before enlistment Hoseok rarely spent a night away from you, only if you were sick again and if he had an early schedule and didn’t want to wake you- and even then- he'd just rather steal away to someone else's room rather than sleep on his own.

The packhouse is arranged in a big rectangle with an open-air courtyard at the center. The soil there is crammed close with as many plants as Namjoon can stuff there. Tended to by staff twice a week now that the alpha isn’t home regularly to look after his precious camellia and cloud-pruned spruces. The cherry tree sits stubby, blooms just tempting to burst but not here yet. by spring time a small patch of grass will sit studded with clovers and small flowers, a spot for you to lounge in the middle of the day and curl up like a cat in a puddle of sunshine.

Hoseok and Yoongi are on the other side of the courtyard adjacent to the entrance. close to it just incase anyone tried to enter. The rest of the pack is upstairs. In their various bedrooms scattered between the workout room and entertainment center a larger studio space and a tiny art room where taehyung stores his canvases.

Now, Hoseok sits in your empty bedroom. Trying to decompress. Emphasis on trying.

It's hard when every time he shuts his eyes a new memory assaults him. It's hard to stay present. Hoseok knows his breathing is getting more and more ragged the longer he spends alone. It's so quiet here in the pack house. Hoseok's alpha doesn't like it.

Hoseok closes his eyes and a gun goes off. The feeling of a gun in his hand is heavy and impersonal. Hot and sweaty beneath his fingertips.

He opens them and sees your striped red and pink robe hanging by the door, side by side with Taehyung's green and yellow one. Yours warn and his brand new but both of them purchased on the same day. Taehyung just hasn't been here to use it.

He closes them and a sergeant is yelling in his face. Prodding his shoulder with their finger until his body moves. Hoseok can feel the growl in his throat threatening to burst.

Hoseok opens his eyes and notes that you've dropped one of your heated stuffed animals on the ground, that it's rolled half under the bed, he retrieves it and sets it on the bedside table.

Hoseok blinks again and Hoseok must not be composed enough. He must lift his lip because they're yelling at him to drop and give 50. But it's better than being on night watch for a week. Better than sleepless nights spent staring into the darkness and snow, not better than your bed here, plush and soft, smelling like good summer evenings.

Hoseok undresses in the barrack bathroom shoving the second someone comes too close, body-calling threats before he's even turned to see who it is. Hot water is better than the cold that digs into Hoseok's body like it's something with teeth and claws.

On night watch near the northern border. His fear plays tricks on him, you can only look into the darkness for so long before your mind plays tricks on you. You can only hunt monsters and play at being a killer before you start to feel too real.

Hoseok takes a deep breath and counts to seven.

Tonight is supposed to be full of his favorite things. Marinated crispy beef and seafood that smells rich and buttery on the air, music playing low. Things that Hoseok hasn’t been able to indulge in in months.

Like Yoongi’s cooking and your head in his lap after. Winding down and going slow. Easy slowness warming up to it so that Hoseok can start to get used to living again. He'll go back to work tomorrow with Jinnie because he doesn't have time to waste but with this and everything else. He'll adjust.

Hoseok doesn't have to be asleep tonight by the zero hour and doesn't have to be up tomorrow morning for early drills. He can sleep as long as he wants and He's not going to be able to enjoy it at all. Not while he's so keyed up.

He tries and does his best. Breathing in and out to calm his heart rate, decompressing in the half-darkness of the bedroom. It feels a bit too much like a shrine. There in the corner is Taehyung's record player collecting dust, and there on the shelf is Jimin's cologne.

Jimin doesn't always like to hide his scent, lightly floral, something delicate like roses or lychee, fruity and divine for a beta. You like to press your face into his throat hard enough to make Jiminie giggle. Hard enough to tip him over. He's prone to exaggeration. But when it comes to others outside of the pack Jimin prefers to hide his scent with a light layer of cologne, pushing it just a little more subdued, a little more masculine.

Scents are up to everyone's preference, and a fair amount of betas wear scent blockers and Jimin prefers to keep his scent for only the pack to indulge in and enjoy.

Namjoon's bonsai tree sits in the nook by the window, clipping shears and a pair of reinforced gloves (because the pack can't even let you handle scissors without worrying a little). A piece of Jungkook's artwork hangs above the bed. something that was sort of a courting present for you, it's mostly artful splatters but when you look at it in just the right light- it almost looks like a pair of eyes. Pieces are everywhere but no pack.

All of it, all of those months of discipline and control are gone now. Done and over. Everything is in frightening detail. His civilian clothes sit folded, his jacket off in just his undershirt now.

You scented them. Hoseok can smell it even without bringing it to his nose. Everything feels a little too sensory, a little too close. Like Hoseok is too aware of his body and how different his surroundings are. He closes his eyes because he can't bear how strange his life all looks.

Hoseok knew he had to be the first alpha out, he knew that this would be difficult. That it would be hard for the others to adjust and that it would be beneficial for them all if the pack alpha came home and got settled first. Hoseok can't imagine any of his alpha pups feeling this way, can't imagine Taehyung or Namjoon or Jungkook feeling like this. So tremulous, so fragile, and yet so volatile.

There are no barked orders, there is no rigorous schedule here. Just the scrape of a wooden spoon across a pan and the quiet comfort of home (but hoseok still feels homesick). Jin's creaky laugh, and the burst of champagne. The shuffle of slippered feet across the floor too.

You’re talking to them in the kitchen, can hear Yoongi ask if you need help carrying Hoseok's champagne glass to him- a silly thing to say. but instincts are a little silly sometimes. Hoseok swallows back a lump in his throat at it.

It's not like you’re strangers again, he's had nightly phone calls and daily texts and a night or two of leave a month. It’s only been weeks since he last saw you. But keeping it together for a day before he goes back to the day-in-day-out rigor of the military is different than coming home for good.

This means more, this is different. Hoseok isn't going back. He's never going back.

He holds his breath and counts to seven, then 14, then 21, 35, 49, until he's half gasping.

Hoseok feels the need to catalog everything, the curtains pulled against the window. when did you stop sleeping with the sunlight?Your slippers by the door, new. The plates in the kitchen green instead of white. What happened to your old ones? When did you stop wearing bunny slippers and start wearing matching kitty ones with Yoongi? What more has Hoseok missed by not being here?

The scent of omega anxiety is on the air, scared and nervous. You’d been feeling all those things this morning when you’d woken. Hoseok can smell it on the bed. A nightmare? Have you been having nightmares? Is that what it is?

That’s not all Hoseok can smell, the dewy sweet scent of omega slick lingers too. Slightly stale. The spicey tang of another alpha’s arousal also tingles at Hoseok's nose. Yoongi’s and Jin’s if Hoseok breathes deep, tracing the fresh scent of tangerines and peaches, a pure scent that deepens. Soothing, a balm to his nerves and likely yours.

Whatever solution the others found for your anxiety was the intimate sort. Hoseok can tell.

Just like he can tell that someone had stripped the sheets, had taken your clothes- drenched with the scent of omega arousal, out of the basket in the corner and taken it out, probably to keep Hoseok from scenting it, probably to keep Hoseok from being on edge.

but instead of making him comforted, it just makes him feel like a failure.

Failure, failure of a pack alpha. what kind of alpha is he that he can't even handle a hint of a nightmare? He’s angry, and not at you or at Jin or Yoongi, but at the situation. At things he can't change.

Hoseok can't hear your light footsteps. Can hear them get closer and closer and closer until you're a silhouette in the doorway, lingering, unsure. Catching him like this, sat on the edge of the pack bed, legs parted, head in his hands.

Hoseok opens his eyes; a shadow cuts across the light that streams in, and he flinches before he can stop himself.

“Hobi? Are you alright?” You take a step closer to him and he tenses. You notice, stopping in your tracks. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Hobi-" you make to take another step closer and he lets out a sound, neither a hiss nor a whimper, neither a warning growl nor an invitation to come closer. Threat and protector blur.

For a second Hoseok's unsure if it's safe for you to be alone in the room with him.

“Stay back for a second pup, I’m sorry I’m just-” He takes off his beret, running his hands over his spiky hair. You probably thought that Hoseok went to shower minutes ago, not that he'd just be sitting here. “This is a little overwhelming.”

"What is? Us? Should we-" Hoseok nips it before your emotions have the chance to spiral.

“No. Not you- never you. Just-" he exhales shakily, trying to tame his racing heart rate. No matter how many times he tells himself there's no reason to be so on edge, Hoseok just can't will himself to relax.

"Is it being home? Being out?” Being free. It goes unspoken but Hoseok hears it and feels it regardless. He never imagined freedom to feel so stifling. To feel so unsure about his next move that he can't even make himself get up off this bed without worrying that he's going to lose control.

“No, it’s my instincts. I feel…” he trails off, resting a hand over his heart and hissing through it. You take a step back; his closed eyes shoot open and he lets out a growl. A real one. You freeze.

The tension is so thick in the air Hoseok could cut it with a dull knife. Do not let the omega escape, sweet omega, pretty omega, omega under your thumb. Protect devour provide devour, please.  His instincts are practically howling out in his ear. Loud, drowning out your words, the concern.

There is a furrow between your eyebrows, Hoseok wants to smooth it out and then bite your cheeks, round and flushed. Why are you blushing?

It takes him a second to answer. He registers you've asked him another question but he can't even hear it over the roar of his heartbeat.

“Sorry. Feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Oh you- oh Hobi. You’re alright. It’s over. We’re gonna be okay.” He hums skeptically when you say it. Blinking rapidly. He hopes its so dark you don't see the glassiness to his eyes. He doesn't respond right away. Can't.

It’s a reminder he’ll need again. He's going to need to hear you say it about a dozen times over the next week. You'll repeat it to him whenever his instincts get like this; whenever they go a little feral. A little haywire. He's not sure if he wants to burst into tears or stalk across the room and pin you to the wall.

It takes a second for Hoseok to work up the courage to be honest. A few seconds where you wait, swaying slightly in the doorway. You're wearing a matching pj set, the top has little iridescent buttons that catch the light like the eyes of a sea creature. The object of his every frustration and all his desires. The confession lurches from his chest, feels like a knife, and feels near violent. 

“I’m worried I don’t know how to be gentle with you anymore. They made me so- I’m worried I’ve forgotten. I don’t- I can’t-”

“What do you want to do right now? Tell me what you need.” your tone leaves no room for his anxiety and Hoseok realizes that his breathing has gone jagged. Hoseok is barely contained, teeth bared, alpha going wild at your scent. This time when you step closer, his alpha lets out a growl purr. A pleased sound, a soothing one. Tempting you closer. His legs are splayed, and a few more steps and you'd be standing in between them.

Hoseok’s hands are fisted in the sheets. He doesn't know if he can hold himself back. “Pup- I don’t, I can’t- i'm going to attack you-”

“Alpha.” Your voice cuts through the bullshit. You step closer and this time he doesn’t flinch away. You set your hand on his knee. Gentle. Barely touching. “What do you need alpha? What are your instincts telling you to do right now?”

He surges forward, stopping himself at the last moment. Your back against the door, swathed in shadow, a column of light flat across his face. Nose to nose with you. He grips your cheeks instead of your throat. You don't flinch and you don't sigh. Your reaction is immediate. Pushing into his touch. Hoseok's whole body is trembling with the effort it takes to stay gentle.

Hoseok hisses through his teeth. “My instincts are telling me you don’t smell like me anymore. That I need to bend you over this bed and make you mine from the inside out. Then take you out there and do the same to Yoongi and Jin until everyone's mine again. I want to devour you until there's no question who you belong to- until the whole world knows you're mine.”

He breaks off with a contemplative hum, and you realize how much his muscles are trembling, the dark tilt of his eyes as he stares at you, the dilation to his pupils. It’s faint, but it’s there. The physical strength it takes to hold himself back- you can't imagine.

he rests his forehead against yours. and his hand tightens to a fist on the wall. He lets your face go to skim his hand down your throat, feeling your pulse. Beating out a 120 tempo against his fingers. Then to your waist. Only a fool would mistake his touch for anything but claiming.

If you ran, Hoseok would catch you. You kind of want to do that, to run and have him hunt you down. You wouldn’t get far probably not even to the doorway. You imagine him taking you right there right where Yoongi and Jin could see.

They'd probably just tease you both and keep cooking.

Hoseok's hands smooth up and down your sides, from your spine to your ass. You let him touch. You're his in every way that matters anyway. You don't react or at least you try not too. You jump a little, when he squeezes, hissing appreciatively. His fingers continue to touch, to devour, slipping lower, palming, between your legs from behind.

He brushes something sensitive and you jerk. He growls. "Stay still omega."

"Trying alpha it's just-"

He undoes the buttons one by one on your top, hands surprisingly steady until it falls away from your shoulders. Hoseok nuzzles. Dark hair tucked beneath your chin as he mouths at your scent gland, hot breath dusting your skin. You're not worried or shy, Hoseok has seen all of you. You stay still until you feel the press of his teeth, jerking.

He squeezes your hip, reassuring you. The tension dissipates just a little.

"I’m so tired,” he laughs, and it sounds sad even to your own ears. He pulls back away from your skin, lips glossy and he rubs his hands over his face and then his hair. Your body burns when his hands leave your skin. It looks like it takes him real effort.

He leaves you there, standing half undressed by the doorway, shucking off his own shirt as he goes, setting it on the bed. Back to you.

There are bruises on his spine, up and down his back from a heavy pack or the strap of a gun you're not sure. You stumble forward, still half winded to touche them. Hoseok's body stills when he feels you come close.

You trace over them softly. Hoseok's breathing is so measured you know each breath must take herculean effort.

There have been so many weeks of teasing that have led up to this. Picture after picture, you pouting asking for your favorite alpha home. Pictures that Hoseok dared only open in the privacy of the bathroom that left little to the imagination. A shot of Yoongi's head between your thighs, a shot of you nesting in next to nothing. Virtual bait and blood in the water to Hoseok's hungry alpha more than willing to take a bite. All to give him something else to think about during that home stretch.

You wrap your arms around him and press your bare front to his warm back.

“I'm so tired that I don’t think I can be gentle, and I want to be gentle with you. I can’t not be gentle with you. I don't think I could do it without loosing control.” His fingers are mostly gentle as they pinch your cheeks, making your lips pout out. It's a little goofy.

Your eyes already look shiny, and he almost jerks when he registers the scent of slick on the air.

“Then don’t be gentle.”

“Pup.” There's a warning in his voice and he looks visible startled when he turns around. He pulls back until you let go of him, turn around. but you're not dissuaded easily, arms loose until he grabs your wrists. no matter how hard you pull you can't get them out of his grasp. but that's sort of the point.

You let Hoseok hold you, let him keep you still, a teasing smile on the edge of your lips. He huffs after a second, palms sliding up to your elbows. "You're gonna make me get more grey hairs."

"but you love me anyway?"

Hoseok nods. "but i love you anyway."

“if you can't be- then don't. Don’t be gentle, I don't care.” You’d tilted your head to the side. “Please alpha.”

Hoseok is a weak weak man. Hoseok cannot hold himself back from you. Not today. Hoseok proceeds to do exactly that, hunting and running and all. you smile and bolt, and hoseok bends to his instincts just this once.

You don't make it farther than the doorway.

Sprawled and giggling. Somewhere along the next few minutes, the sound of Seokjin and Yoongi cooking quiets, they listen but they don't interrupt. You try to push, try to fight but it's futile. it's all a game. Giggling all the while and it's like candy and conquest.

Hoseok's mouth runs wild like this- instinctual and driven.

"Is it too big for you little pup? Poor little omega stuck on a big knot, making you feel all full. Don't worry, alpha will fuck you until you're used to it again, until you feel empty without it. Keeping me warm and snug, is it too much? Don't cry, alpha will make it better. Alpha will keep you safe."

By the end of it. You'd been dazed and boneless, little more than a puddle of whimpers and whines. He had carried you tender and knotted to him in the direction of his pack. Instincts driving him to show (Hoseok is little better than a pup bringing his packmates a stick. See? See how good I bred omega, see how good I knotted her. She smells good and I made her this way for you. If he had a tail it would be wagging behind him.)

Dinner and celebration traded for a different sort of meal. Hoseok sits with you in his lap at the kitchen island. Yoongi dries his hands slowly from the sink and curses low when Hoseok holds you under your thighs, back to his chest. Spreading you for him.

"Fuck- I forgot how it looks like when you knot her it's so-"

It will take a good hour for Hoseok's knot to go down. Until then, the pack will play with you as they see fit, completely at their mercy, just the way that Hoseok likes you.

You always get a little bit more suggestible when you're knotted. Hoseok likes to think that you don't let them do everything they want to you when you are knotted but…you sort of do. While you're more than comfortable telling them off and showing off any wandering hands normally (and there are alot of wandering hands) you're almost docile when you're knotted to Hoseok.

Being knotted to the pack alpha is a bit of an invitation. Hoseok has watched the others jerk off over your chest like this, has watched them go between your legs and lap and suck to their heart's content, seen them kiss and suck until your eyes have rolled back. He doesn't mind. It doesn't make his instincts feel threatened. It feels good.

But only if Hoseok lets them. Maybe that's why you let them do it because in these moments, your bodies are locked together- you belong solely to Hoseok.

Hoseok's nose traces over your spine, over the nape of your neck. His alpha likes it very very much. The other alpha's like it too.

Now Yoongi eyes the spot where you stretch around him, the place you go pink and dewy, licking his lip and adjusting himself in his pants. Hoseok knows there's not a thing in the world he wouldn't give up for this.

Hoseok reaches between your legs. You whine when you feel him touch you, eyes fluttering against his throat, but Hoseok tips his fingers into your dewy folds, parts your lips and shows them. "opened right up, cute little cunt. Your whole body is lax, head full of mango colored cotton. the haze of pleasure just a little too much, a little too much to sort out your desire to please from everything else.

distantly you can hear yoongi's deep chuckle. "Your knot is the same size as mine. It looks like this when you do it too."

Yoongi's dark eyes are unreadable. The room smells like smoke, the burners are turned off, but no one is plating any food. Hoseok didn't even bother to undress just pulled down his pants enough to get his knot free. But you're nude clutched against his chest. Clothes torn up in the other room. Bite marks up and down your body.

Jin coos and looks you over. Hoseok feels…satisfied when the beta purrs in approval. The sight of it going straight to his head judging from the way his peach scent ripens on the air.

"It's different, it's different when it's yours."

You jerk once Jin comes close, his long fingers skimming places Hoseok can't see, buried against the back of your neck, mouthing at your nape hungry still. "Sensitive" you shutter but your pleas remain mostly ignored. a whine escapes your pressed lips and a furious blush lights down your midline. Jin keeps touching you. Hoseok wraps his arms around your middle to stop your squirming. Keeping you still so that the beta can do what he wants with you.

"Alpha bit me there too." You mumble against Hobi's throat, shifting restlessly from whatever Jin is doing. Shifting more. "Jinnie- I'm sensitive,"

You nearly flinch, but Jin's thumb presses. "Oh here? Right here?" Hoseok's teeth dip into the nape of your neck and you go boneless. Hobi laps at the pink skin when he pulls back. you pant openly, incapable of letting out more than whines.

"Let Jinnie see what alpha did to you pup." Jin drops to his knees to look closer and hobi holds you wider.

When he looks up, he makes eye contact with Hobi before you. His smile goes a little teasing.

"This little spot right? It's a very cute little spot, I understand why Hobi bit it."

Hoseok's nose traces your ear. "Don't act like it didn't make you cum." you sniffle but nod. Hoseok's knot throbs at your simple obedience. the way that you agree. It makes Hoseok want to bite you more if it's even possible. He laps at your throat some more to ignore the temptation.

"Oh? Alpha was mean? Let Jinnie kiss it better."

~-~

You end up ordering takeout. Yoongi burnt the meat too bad to be edible.

Later there is this; you cuddled up on his chest, nearly nude, wearing someone's boxers as shorts as you often do post-breeding. You claim it helps you feel closer to your alphas and although stealing clothes is pretty typical of an omega. Jin still teases, "you're not even wearing ours; those are Jungkook's."

Yoongi had stood up, pawing for his phone. "I'm gonna send him a picture- he's gonna love-" Yoongi's fingers pause on your hem. a shocked laugh bursting from his throat. "Hobi you literally left teeth marks on her ass."

Hobi's arms go firmer around you and he's about to apologize when you beat him to the punch. "I like it. If anyone gets angry tell them not to because I liked it. Makes me feel-" You shimmy and hiss at the ache in your body. "Makes me feel like I'm yours again."

There is a lump in Hoseok's throat, and his instincts go just a little more quiet. He's so fixated on that that he hardly hears your next reply, the teasing tone of your voice.

"And besides Jungkook's boxers are so much softer than yours."

"Yah-"

"You little brat." You shake against Hoseok's chest with the force of his laughter. And jump when yoongi reaches out to pinch the bruises. yoongi hadn't cum more than once earlier, and hoseok knows that although the other alpha is the least deprived out of all of them- he's still needy, still a little wound up by seeing it earlier.

They make eye contact over your head and Hoseok feels a little satisfied when yoongi looks away first.

"Fine, be like that, I'm gonna wash all my sweatshirts then and you won't have any left for your nest."

Your expression had gone suddenly panicked, "but- but-"

Now your bellies are full from takeout because Yoongi had actually ruined dinner- granted he had good reason to be distracted. Hoseok feels properly worn down, properly settled, there's still a tiny bit of anxiety in him, and his alpha still looms awfully close. But he knows that won't really go away for a good long while. Not until the whole pack is back here and safe. The doors locked and the windows shuttered.

Yoongi gets up when you ask for water, and Jin gets up when you realize you've neglected to put on your eye cream. Both strange things. In any other world Namjoon and Jimin would have done both of those things for you.

He might just confine them all to your bedroom for their first week back. His alpha likes the idea of that. You purr softly against his chest, and Hoseok holds around you with that same gentleness that he'd been craving earlier, finally capable of it with you smelling like him and the others too. They had only done the bare minimum of cleaning themselves up with lazy swipes of a damp cloth.

With three packmates wrapped around you, Hoseok under you, cheek resting over his heartbeat to listen, Yoongi against your back, and Seokjin at your front Hoseok finally feels like it's enough. You're safe like this. Nothing could ever hurt you.

Not even himself.

A concerning number of bruises trace up your thighs that Hoseok will apologize and worry over tomorrow. Even though you've told him you don't mind them- that you even like them. Everything can wait until tomorrow, healing included. Hoseok finally gets the courage to ask.

"When I came into this room, it set me off. I can tell you were anxious this morning when you woke up. What was it? Was it me?" He has to crane his neck to catch your expression and how your face goes from stricken to polished in a second.

"It was nothing, we handled it." Seokjin tries to smooth over it. But Hoseok’s warning growl cuts him off.

You trace mindless patterns over his heart, and your purr peters off. "I had this weird dream; it was a nightmare and just weird." You pause, looking up at him. Your expression is so calm that Hoseok doesn't believe it for a second. "In the dream you hated me, or at least really didn't like me." Hoseok's hold on you goes just a little tighter like his alpha is offended by the very idea of it. "There was glass everywhere and Tae was wearing pink."

Yoongi speaks, and Hoseok knows he's taking it seriously just trying to make you feel better by being a little silly."That's not that weird, Tae wears pink all the time."

"Only when he steals Jin's clothes."

"Did you know he got ketchup on the last one? I swear these kids-"

You peak up at Hobi tentatively. And he can tell that you're still a little upset by the dream. "Don't worry- I think by the end of the dream we loved each other and anyways-" You kiss his jaw, pecking at it and a lazy growl builds in his chest, spent cock twitching below you. His appetite is insatiable even after three rounds. Once on the floor, and again on the kitchen table. And again here.

"It didn't make any sense; Yoongi was a beta in it and Jinnie was an omega like me." you trace circles over his heart. "It was a bit ridiculous."

Jin ducks low pressing a kiss to your forehead, “yeah, as much as I love you being an omega I don’t know how you handle all of us pawing at you like this. I’d get like so overstimulated. And you’ve told me how sleepy you get.”

“Yeah, it is a little annoying, needing more sleep than you guys do to like. Function.”

"And like I could ever be anything but an alpha." Yoongi looks a little fragile, a little threatened by the dream. Hoseok wonders what else was in it if the other alpha is so on edge. Because there must have been more. “I can’t imagine not having instincts at all.” Jin pinches him and Yoongi jumps.

You don't have to look to know Jin's rolling his eyes. “Yeah like not growling and not nosing after anything that smells even a little bit sweet is such a curse.”

“You didn’t seem to mind it when I was nosing at you yester-“ Yoongi is interrupted by a pillow to the face, feathers fluttering down as you giggle against Hobi's chest.

Hoseok ignores the bickering, still watching you. "What was I in your dream? Was I an alpha?"

"Yes, but you weren't mine." You scoot closer to him, wiggling like just the weight of your body isn't enough to get close enough. Hoseok has a feeling that in a few minutes, you're going to start tugging at the hem of his boxers and ask to cock warm him to sleep. Some nights your omega just doesn't like any distance between you and your pack alpha and now that you have him back you don't want to let him go even a little bit. You could use a plug- but your omega wouldn't like it now that you have the real thing.

(omega plugs are fairly standard, alot of packs make omega's wear them to sleep or when they go out. A physical reminder to the omega soft minded and a way to ensure they're docile. There are even fancy ones that log body temperature, dampness and location. Sending notifications to the alpha's phone and information like rem sleep and lengh of orgasam. The pack has never needed one of those with you.)

Now though hoseok wishes he had some sort of insight into what you're thinking as you rest your cheek on his chest and look up at him. frowning and thinking hard. hoseok's thumb rubs over the nobs of your spine, up and down.

“You kind of hated me and you were so sad. I couldn’t do anything about it. That's what made me anxious- the idea of you being sad and not being able to fix it.”

You turn to nuzzle into his shoulder. The movement is so routine, so normal it almost looks like breathing. Hoseok's heart hurts from it. Your scent smells a little disconcerted, a little worried. Like just the memory of the dream is enough to set you on edge. “Like I said it was a nightmare."

Hoseok just holds you tighter, dragging his cheek along the top of your head. His scenting is a little overkill given the circumstances. any alpha in a 3 mile radius would be able to tell it's him that's claimed you.

"Yeah," he says, voice rough and quiet. "Sounds like a nightmare to me too."

~-~ Stay tuned for the next part ~-~

Notes:

sometimes i feel like i frame certain scenes like i'm not like- writing a story so much as vissually looking at a tv and describing what i'm seeing. this is one of those fics that very much felt like that.

i feel like this story is more of a true story vs a plot. i've made no secret of the fact that what i really like about fanfiction is making a world that you can sink your teeth into- and i feel like this one- this universe with pack alpha hoseok is like- ugh so drippy. like i truly hope you leave reading it and feel frustrated that you're not there- even though not all of the things described in it are good. for that reason i think there's less plot in this. like i just want it to be something that envelops you- not necessarily something that progresses although there definitely is plot to it.

i toyed alot with the idea of having there be shifting wolves in the one. i put that little tidbit in with taehyung just incase i fell like touching on it here. but honestly i may not have enough time.

i think one of the scent fortified drinks that yoongi drank too much of in their trainee days was probably "omegabull" or "omegaster" idk i didn't put it in because it felt too goofy. my favorite redbull is cranberry flavor :) maybe i'd smell like cranberries if i was an omega?

okay so- the pack's scents in this- i know it's not mentioned all that much in the first chapter- but!!! their scents for hoseok and the m/c are what their scents would have been had they not been abused in bily- this universe is sort of a foil of the other one. but yeah- hoseok would have smelled like mangos :( i know not everyone will read bily who reads this so! i tried to make the allusions to it less on the nose than in the first draft.

tbh that little bit with the plates being new, this is a. a bily refrence because remember how yoongi breaks them when she leaves? yeah this version of yoongi also broke dishes when the pack left. BUT ALSO- i do think i wanna touch a bit more on yoongi and her's time alone togeather. i like the idea that in every universe, they have their moment where it's just the two of them.

the scene at the end is just hoseok: ready to pounce on the m/c scared of himself and the idea that he could hurt her meanwhile the m/c: thats hot.

the moment where he says "the object of his frustration and all his desires' is a nod to bridgerton because i was re-watching it and loving it.

if we're being honest i think that beta's might be intersex in this universe, do i really really wanna write jimin and her rubbing their pussies together? yeahhhhhhhh, am i actually gonna write it??? probably not.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Can we get another hucow with some minotaur/bull hybrid action?

(Heavy on the pet play, pretty please!!)

Loving this challenge series, keep up the good fight!

Hucows and minotaurs? Two of my favourite subjects (as I'm sure you've all noticed)

Kabr0z Writes episode 46: Another day in the fields

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

This story loosely follows episode 34 - it's not required reading, but it is added context

CWs: enthusiastic consent; petplay; power imbalance; hucows; impregnation; heat cycle; forced creampie; breeding; belly-riding; cockwarming; public sex;

A/N: There's 16 asks in the box right now, so those of you who have submitted please don't lose faith! Also, do asks occasionally change their order in the inbox? I'm sure I'm seeing stuff in the middle of the pack I don't remember 😄 If things get a little whacky with the queue, I apologise

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It's been a year since you joined the herd. Since then you'd settled in with the girls, enjoying your daily milking, lazing in the fields, chewing the cud. Your body had changed too, you weren't trim or fit when you joined, but you never lost the baby weight from your child Aaron put in you when you joined his herd. You'd given birth a few months ago, your daughter joining the herd with you, but now your empty womb wants more.

The barn doors opened and Aaron entered, working from one end of the barn to the other, attaching the machinery to cow after cow. The women's soft mooing filling the barn. You knew how he worked, always snaking the same path through the barn so nobody was ever missed. You'd made sure you'd be one of the first, you didn't want anyone getting to him first, after all.

Aaron's huge hands stroked your hair, his big eyes looking into yours. You stroked his muzzle, eyes scanning his face, the gold ring in his nose, his long curving horns, before sliding down past his broad chest to the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

You relaxed under his touch, nuzzling up to his chest, one hand sliding up his leg

"Do you want something, girl?" He kept stroking, slipping a finger into your mouth, which you gently sucked on "Have you been a good girl?"

You nodded, his finger still in your mouth as you rubbed his crotch through his jeans

"Prove it, girl, be a good girl for me"

You opened his jeans, tugging them down to his knees and exposing his sheath. The end of his cock is poking out and drooling a little precum, a strand running from his tip to the front of his boxers. You stuck out your tongue, licking the sweet fluid from him, feeling his cock twitch as you did. Rubbing his sheath, you took the end of his cock in your mouth

"That's it, girl, that's it" His cock is growing rapidly, getting as long as your forearm. You can only get the very end in your mouth as you tease it with your tongue, wrapping your huge tits around it to rub the shaft.

He was grunting more and more. His cock pops out of your mouth, splattering your face with sticky precum. You want to taste his cum so badly, to drink it down like wine, but there's always going to be more.

You lie back, grabbing one of his horns as you roll. He lets himself be dragged down to you, looming over you on his hands and knees, the tip of him parting the lips of your leaking pussy

"Someone's a needy girl, huh, does my favourite cow want a present?"

You mooed and nodded, pushing your hips up into him, feeling his cock almost penetrating you. His hand brushed your clit, making you whimper and twitch. He tasted his finger, eyes closing in satisfaction "mmm, tastes like you're ready"

He locked eyes with you as he eased himself in, filling you up as you bucked against him, fucking yourself with his cock. He moved slowly, enjoying the tight wetness of your cunt as you used it to jack him off. He hit your cervix, but you knew how to get him deeper. Your hands close around his horns and you wrap your legs around him, using the extra leverage to pull your pelvis up to his, slipping his cock deeper inside.

He sighed as he hilted in you, before starting to thrust like a piledriver. Long, slow, deliberate, he's taking his time, enjoying every inch as he pulls out, then forces himself back inside. He sped up his strokes, driving himself into you. A long moan escapes you as you cum around him, legs holding him in as you tense and squeeze his cock, kissing his muzzle as your blissed-out head spins. His hands are around your waist, he rolls over, the motion forcing your legs to release him as he starts using your cunt, lifting you halfway off him before forcing you back down, again and again.

Your moaning and mooing is attracting attention, all the other cow-women in the barn are looking, many getting themselves off with their fingers, some eating out their fellows as the barn descends into an orgy.

Aaron holds you down, his cock throbbing and pulsing. A familiar warmth fills you, spreading out in your cunt, finally quenching the fire of your needy womb as the thick cum fills every corner of it. He gets up, still holding you to him, twitching cock still impaling you as he finishes attaching pumps to the other cows. You hold on to him as he moves, arms wrapped around his neck, legs hitched over his hips. You're a big lady now, but he still bears your weight like he did when you first met.

When all the other women are hooked up, milk flowing from their tits into the huge collection vat at the end of the barn, he finally pulls out of you. The huge flared end of his cock makes a lewd slurp as it comes free, glistening with both of your juices.

You know you're pregnant after that

And if not, you'll just try again tomorrow

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This one followed on from a previous episode, but I realised I never actually named Aaron in the body of that work, only the postscript!

Anyway, here's your regular reminder that you, yes you, can request basically anything you like as long as it's smut and I'll probably wind up making it! Limits are in the pinned, but beyond that it's all good! And don't feel shy, anon is anon, the worst I can do is not publish it, after all.

I don't shame, and I don't mock (mostly). I just write porn

(Disclaimer: I will shame and/or mock if requested)

[lovelyahoy]

Dr. Stone: One-shot. Word Count: 8,062.

Warnings: I think i overused the example of 'heart' and 'world', kinda rushed scenarios, and maybe some inconsistencies, Senku might highkey be OOC in the romance aspect but that's okayyy, may be utter trash. (I wrote this back in early June, but kept changing things every time I re-read it. I'm mainly posting this so I can finally let go of this one-shot. Hopefully some of y'all will somewhat enjoy it.)

Summary: Senku and [Y/N] work their way through their rekindled relationship, and he is willing to do anything to bring back the fire they once lit together.

TL: @akiqvq (hi, been a while 💖)

Pairing: Senku Ishigami x Fem!Reader.

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Senku was getting annoyed, having been standing in line for the past two hours with the hot summer heat cooking him alive. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, and he sighed, seeing the still ecstatic Taiju and Yuzuriha.

"If I had known we'd be here for this long, I wouldn't have accepted that damn ticket." His grumbling wasn't taken seriously, per usual. They had received VIP tickets to their mutual friend's show.

Senku didn't have much to do other than study more, so when they both came into his science club and demanded he join them for the evening, he didn't argue—now he wishes he had put up a fight.

"Sorry. It's my fault." Yuzuriha smiled sheepishly, having stopped by the merch stands to get matching bracelets, effectively putting them further back in the queue.

It took another thirty minutes to finally make it inside, quickly heading over to a drink booth and getting refreshments. Senku gulped greedily, on the verge of passing out.

"So, are we going to wait long for her to get on stage, too?"

"I don't think so..."

Senku was going to commit a war crime, aka leave, like right now. He was tired of sitting around for his friend to sing, something she did for free whenever she came over. Although it was oddly curious to see the security personnel dashing around and the event coordinators looking frantic.

"Oh my! There you are, please, we need help." Senku's wrist was snatched by a panicked-looking dude he briefly recognized, Yuzuriha and Taiju exchanged a glance before catching up to them.

They were led backstage and near a locked door, with staff lingering outside looking severely ticked off. That irked the teen. He knew they didn't have the best work relationship with [Y/N], but they never even tried to hide it.

"Anything?"

"No, she won't open the door."

Senku approached and knocked softly, hearing a muffled 'go away'.

"It's Sen-" The door slammed open, and he was tugged inside, the door closing immediately after. [Y/N]'s makeup was ruined from tears, and she looked absolutely devastated.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything. My manager won't let me use the costume Yuzuriha made me, the microphones are fucked up and no one has spares or a way to fix them. It's a mess!" She hit the mic on the palm of her hand for added effect, crashing onto her vanity seat and trying to hold back more tears. "I wasn't allowed to eat lunch, no snacks either, I'm starving..."

Senku wasn't stupid; he knew there was something much deeper here that affected her, but he wasn't about to worsen her mood by asking. He softly sighed and walked up to her, gently taking the mic from her clutches. [E/C] eyes moved up to meet his own, lips twitching in a sad pout. Her empty hands were soon holding a small bag of gummy bears, one of her favorites. 

"I got this, let's get Yuzuriha to fix your makeup, yeah?" She nodded, sniffling as she watched Senku open the door very little, motioning for the brown haired girl to come in. She did, and so did an energetic Taiju.

It didn't take long for her to get cleaned up, looking better than before. Laughing at Taiju's stupid jokes and comments.

"There, good as new and for the costume, maybe next time [Y/N]?"

"No, yours matches the song's theme. The one Paul picked is so ugly and unflattering." The pair trailed their gaze to the hung-up costume, grimacing at its unfashionable appearance. Ruffles everywhere, bright pink and a clear contrast to the song that was supposed to be sung in harsh vocals.

"Here." The mic was handed back, [Y/N] took it, and observed the bored teen. "A wire was loose, I tied it with another."

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously?"

"Uh, yes?"

[Y/N] breathed in deeply, turning in her seat and staring at herself in the mirror. She was fuming on the inside. Fifteen people here, and none of them could fix the mic. A loose wire? She got a headache because of a loose wire.

Senku had taken a step back when her eyes stared up at him in disbelief, he too was surprised her team didn't think to check the most common malfunction. He darted his gaze to see Yuzuriha look uncertain in the newfound quiet atmosphere.

Deeming herself presentable, she slammed open the door once again. Paul stood there with his face flushed red in anger, eyes scanning her attire, and opened his mouth to yell, but got cut off.

"You're fired. Your team is fired, everyone's fired except Vivian and George."

George had been the one to fetch Senku, while Vivian was the assistant manager who did more work than Paul ever did.

"I made you happen! You can't fire me!"

"I will get Vince to escort you out if you don't get out of my face." He was far too close for comfort, hand raised like he wanted to strike her, and [Y/N] would not stand for it.

"Viv, you're my new manager. Any funds you need to start up, let me know. George, you are going to be my head staff, everything goes through you now. Hire anyone you like."

They both hesitantly nodded, a little worried from the shift in attitude. [Y/N] turned to look at the trio with a smile on her face.

"Thank you."

The show had gone on without any further issues, Senku murmured like a whiny brat when Taiju was trying to get him to admit he liked the show—and yeah, he did, but he'd never admit it, at least not to this oaf.

They stood by the empty stage, waiting for the teen singer to bounce over to them. Scarlet eyes scanned her now clean face, no trace of the heavy performance makeup from earlier or the costume. [Y/N] readjusted her tank top straps and pulled her jeans higher.

"I hope you guys enjoyed the show, and sorry, but the VIP perks are no longer valid. As compensation, dinner on me?"

Yuzuriha and Taiju's eyes filled with sparkles, accepting the invitation without a shred of hesitation. The not-a-couple but kinda-couple walked off to the parking lot, leaving the singer and scientist to stand awkwardly next to each other.

"Hey, Senku?"

He mhm'd and turned his head to meet her small smile, hand outstretched, holding a roll of cash. Senku blinked at the money, noticing the bills were all hundreds.

"You really helped me back there, this was supposed to be their pay, but I can't exactly pay people who didn't do their job, now can I?"

When he didn't make a move to grab it, [Y/N] reached out for his small sling bag, effectively pulling him closer to her and sliding the money inside, then zipping it back up. Their eyes met yet again, and Senku felt his breath falter from their proximity, her hand still holding him close.

She then hooked her arm with his, beginning to drag him to their awaiting friends.

"It's too much for what I did."

"I disagree, you saved me from a panic attack. Thank you again."

"...No problem."

Well, he really did need new equipment in the lab, and it wasn't like she was struggling for money. Still, some guilt gnawed at his chest, like he didn't deserve that reward.

As they walked, she kept a firm grip on his arm. Senku had initially thought she was being overly clingy like usual, but the way she kept glancing off to the sides and behind her made him put the puzzle pieces together. [Y/N] was being followed, or felt like she was at least, he couldn't blame her.

"If it makes you less tense, you can help me out during my next show."

He really wasn't tense because of the money; it was her close proximity that put him off, it brought back fond yet painful memories of when they had once been dating.

"As long as you don't make me wait in the sun again."

A laugh left her lips, masking her guilt for not only leaving Senku, but also her fans waiting that long.

"Promise."

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The day was perfect, a sunny day but not too hot, a slight breeze in the wind, absolutely perfect. 

[Y/N] folded her hands in front of her blue sundress as she walked alongside a yawning Senku. It was surprising to see him agree to a walk in the park. Their arms brushed every time they took a step, while he deemed it as something that regularly happened, [Y/N], on the other hand, felt like it was overwhelming her. 

It only took a few minutes to reach their destination, the large bridge above a medium-sized pond. Senku rested his arms on the railings while [Y/N] pulled out a ziploc bag containing slices of lettuce to feed the ducks below. He watched her with a soft glint in his eye, remembering the time he scolded her for feeding them bread when they were younger.

"Hey, are those two okay?" Her soft voice broke his trance. He stared right below, where two ducks had their necks tangled. Senku observed for a few seconds before confidently answering. 

"They're mating." He chuckled at her horrified face as the male duck pulled the female's head underwater. "It's normal, although sometimes neck tangling can mean another scenario, like showing dominance or attacking." 

"That poor girl." [Y/N] sighed in relief when the ducks separated and swam off together, even with the little roughness, they understood each other. "At least we can cross off duck guts from our date list." 

Senku paused, the hand holding his chin up almost slipped. She froze completely.

"So this is a date? When were you going to let me know?" Despite the shaking of his hands, he still managed to tease her flawlessly. 

"Later today, actually." [Y/N] looked straight into his scarlet eyes. "I like you, Senku." 

He huffed out a laugh, covering his mouth and looking away from her. She was definitely bold at times, but he didn't expect this. 

"I guess perfect timing, here." His free hand dug into his pocket and pulled out a small box, holding it out for her to grab. [Y/N] took it and pried it open to gasp at the beautiful hairclip, in a glittery golden star shape. She was too busy staring at it to notice the way he stopped leaning, stood up straight, and got closer.

He gently took it from her hand and brushed her hair back from one side, snapping the clip into place and tracing the same hand down to cup her blushing cheek. [E/C] eyes sparkled meeting a beautiful scarlet, he leaned down just a bit to hold eye contact at an even level. 

"Senku...?"

"I like you too." 

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It had only been a few weeks since the show, and Senku had spent the money the moment his eyes landed on a very amazing chemistry set. [Y/N] lingered in the back of his mind, wondering if she was busy recruiting a new team, if she was holding up, was she okay?

He had some idea of why she had broken up with him last year, but she seemed so heartbroken he didn't try to push it further, going along with whatever she needed in that moment. Ever since then, she'd been more emotionally closed off, bottling everything up and holding on until she exploded.

She rarely visited his home back when they were dating, and now she seemed too busy to even call. Senku wanted to not care, but he did. He really cared for [Y/N], and that made him shudder in slight discontent.

Feelings. He wished he didn't have them. It made it hard to get over her, it was dumb to waste time lingering on what could've been. But Senku didn't really want to let go, for [Y/N] meant far too much to him to simply let go.

Even if that meant staying only as friends.

It hurt his ego when he realized how excited he was to see her next performance. Her voice was smooth yet rough when needed, her dancing wasn't over the top or shaky—no, it was easy to follow and didn't detract from her vocals. Overall, it made the waiting worth it.

Senku rolled his eyes when he almost spilled a toxic chemical. He set it down carefully and took off his gloves and protective goggles. He was far too distracted to be in this lab, risking his hands and life.

He strolled out of the clubroom, leaving his members to clean up after his mess. His ears twitched, hearing a commotion from around the corner, he slightly peeked his head to see somebody cornered against a wall by a handful of students.

Senku was going to keep going on his way, but a desperate voice he recognized reached his ears. He gazed back at the crowd and finally noticed a frantic Yuzuriha trying to get people to back away, her head twisting around to ask for help, but only seeing more crazed kids. Then, her eyes landed on Senku, tears of relief sprang in her eyes, and she motioned for him to get closer.

"They're overwhelming her, and I'm scared she's gonna panic." It took him only a second to glance over the crowd closer and latch onto the [H/C] colored hair accessorized by a star hairclip, the one he had given her.

"Oi." The chatter suddenly froze, heads turning almost robotically to meet the cut-throat voice, landing on the all too familiar cold scientist. Senku didn't say anything else, walking up to them and reaching into the mob to grasp a wrist. The students moved out of the way in curiosity, as the girl didn't protest against his touch like she had against theirs.

[Y/N]'s uniform was disheveled, a result of all the tugging. Her ponytail had completely come undone, and her eyes were filled with tears.

With a sharp glare, the students dispersed quickly.

Senku's hand let go of her wrist and came up to adjust the collar of her blouse, straightening out the red bowtie as well. His fingers reached up to brush away the stray [H/C] strands of hair tickling her face. He was about to tuck the shirt back into her skirt, but decided against touching her any further than necessary.

He stepped away from her to give her much-needed space, and she finally moved, wiping away her tears with the sleeves of her sweater. She sniffled, hiccupping a thank you. Yuzuriha came up behind her and whispered reassuring words while redoing her hair.

"Is it really smart to have a celeb running amongst her fans without security?"

"Viv insisted on attending school, there are no shows planned until George files through all the hiring options and Viv gets set up as a real manager." [Y/N]'s lips formed a pout, "I expected some attention...not full-on chasing me down the halls and reaching out to touch my shoulders and hair..."

"Yuzuriha! We need help stitching this up!" Her friend apologized and rushed over to help her club, leaving them together once again.

"Can...can you stay with me, at least for the rest of today?"

Senku's face was blank, still observing her shaky figure, head darting to the side and even behind her, gulping when she noticed she was standing in front of a window. He realized just how paranoid she truly was, and he finally sighed, extending an arm for her to hold onto.

She took it at the speed of light and huddled closer to him.

"You should bring a bodyguard. They might not mean any real harm, but they can still cause it." [Y/N] looked up to see where Senku was gazing at, noticing another small crowd gathering but not approaching her, eyes bouncing between her and Senku like they were afraid of him.

"Vince would body slam them in a heartbeat if he had seen how they put their hands on me." Senku chuckled when the image of the grown ass man he met when he was a kid, slamming an excited fan to the ground was conjured in his mind.

"Bad for them, good for you."

Like some god-given miracle, [Y/N] and Senku were in the same homeroom, and after providing the teacher puppy eyes, she was allowed to sit next to him. Desk scooted a taddddd bit closer to his.

She did feel bad for being so clingy with the boy, but he wasn't a fan of hers. He never made her feel uncomfortable or care that she was famous. He kept his distance, treated her normally, and it had always been a breath of fresh air from her usual life.

[Y/N] was homeschooled right after she turned thirteen and had released a single that skyrocketed on the Billboard. Her old classmates were far too invasive, causing her to have severe panic attacks, and her father refused to let her stay around them.

At the time, she wasn't busy. Her management focused on expanding her single track as much as they could, which meant more time spent with her friends, specifically at Senku's house. [D/N] liked the leek-haired kid, saying he was smart and good to have around [Y/N], who hated even the simplest of math problems.

"Stop staring."

[Y/N] blinked, snapping herself out of the trance, and before she could apologize to him, she saw him lift his head from his notebook and glare around. Once more, students were blatantly gawking at her.

"Hey, how long can you hold a note?"

"Oh, uhm, I haven't really tried finding out."

Scarlet eyes barely shifted, still glued on the task of glaring at everyone. Senku hated how people couldn't act normally, especially towards another human being.

"I want to do some research with your voice, come over."

[Y/N] chuckled. Senku had a habit of never asking. It's like he knew she wouldn't say no, which made her heart stupidly skip a beat.

"Can we stop for boba?"

"Only if Vince is going to escort us in." She had gathered that he really, really, wanted to witness her bodyguard clock someone.

"You'll see it happen, one day." Senku's lips quirked up slightly, looking a bit evil.

Class went without a hitch, and lunchtime rolled around, dread filled her chest when she noticed no one getting up to head for the cafeteria. Senku was putting away his books when he noticed the stares. He placed the last book into his bag and reached his hand over the desk, waiting for her to grab it.

[Y/N] immediately intertwined their fingers, walking around the desk to reach his side and diligently follow him out of the room. She hoped the school would get used to her presence and leave her alone. Vivian really wanted her to experience school again, and she didn't want to worry her new manager.

"Anything specific you want? They have curry today, I think some apple salad too." He kept weaving through the bodies, keeping her close to him and sending side-eyes to whoever dared take a step near her.

"Do they have anything lighter?" Her head smacked into his back when he suddenly halted. Senku shifted to rest his chin on his shoulder, looking back and directly at her confused face.

"You're eating a full meal."

"I'm not that hungry."

"You always say that. Besides, I wasn't asking." He left it at that, getting in line for two curry plates. His words sounded harsh, but the tone was soft.

[Y/N] bit her lip, trying to calculate how many calories that could amount to. If it was too much, she could kiss her desired boba goodbye.

"And, we're getting you that tea."

"But, Senku-"

"Paul isn't here, he won't be back, and Viv seems like a nice enough person."

She quieted down, letting him guide her while thoughts consumed her. Senku hated her old manager, the very man who would never let her eat anything, scaring a young [Y/N] into thinking a chubby singer would never make it.

Especially hated him because she had stopped going on their ramen dates, as corny as they were, he missed them, and her most of all.

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"Is this what you really want?" Senku's voice was low, taking a sharp notice of the way her head shook 'no' for a fraction of a second before she nodded, her words kept breaking, and it was getting harder for him to breathe.

"Is everything okay?" [Y/N] seemingly cried harder at the question, squeezing his hand so hard it turned red. It began to really hurt, but he couldn't bring himself to remove her grip.

"[Y/N]..."

"I'm so sorry..." That was all she managed to get out, and while she was literally breaking up with him, her hand told a different story, holding onto him like he was her last lifeline.

Senku couldn't ask anything else, not only for his own mental sake but for hers, whereas she seemed more distraught than him, and that was saying a lot. So his last words for now were clear and true.

"I'll still be here, no matter what." She was more important than anything, and it would remain that way, whether he liked it or not. 

They stayed put until Vince had come to pick her up, the ex-couple exchanged one last heartfelt glance before the car pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the street. 

Byakuya had a hand on Senku's shoulder, the teen was biting his lip to stop the tears, but his dad knew how he was feeling from the simple way his body shook. 

"I'm sure you two will figure it out, you're special to each other." He could only nod, staring at the empty street, wishing she would make Vince turn around and jump back into his waiting arms, yet no matter how much he wished, she didn't.

The last thing she gave was a soft kiss on his cheek, which left a lingering tingly feeling. One he would keep memorized deep in his brain, because he didn't know if they'd ever come back from this. 

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[Y/N] sipped on her Boba tea while observing the way Senku's eyebrows scrunched up in concentration, eyes glued on his computer screen.

"45 seconds, not bad." He muttered, she had no idea what information her held note could provide, but if it made him happy, she'd do it again.

She left him to ponder alone longer, taking this time to look around the room she hadn't been in for a long time. [Y/N] smiled like a giddy child seeing her poster near his bed, the bracelet sold at concerts dangling on his corkboard alongside pictures of them together.

"You got me that corkboard, only fair if it's you and me." She turned away from him, hiding her apple cheeks. Senku smugly snickered, having caught a glimpse of her expression.

The color reddened when she noticed the picture in the middle,  a shared kiss during a picnic date. It was possibly the best date they had ever gone on.

A few minutes later, he let out a deep sigh and stretched, turning off his device and yawning while making his way to the bed where [Y/N] was already seated. As he plopped down, their shoulders bumped together, and neither gave an indication of moving.

"Do you think I made the right choice? Firing Paul?" Her voice came out in a whisper, unsure of the question herself.

Senku took note of the way her hands shook, barely keeping a firm grasp on her phone. His eyes trailed up to see her already looking at him, cheeks slightly puffed out, something she did to try to avoid crying.

"Are you happy he's gone?"

"Yes, but from a professional—"

"Then that's enough." He brushed his hair back, groaning softly in pain when his fingers got tangled. "If you're happy, that's what matters."

The singer smiled at his intense gaze. In what seemed like a split second, she pounced on him, knocking Senku onto the bed and startling him momentarily.

They lay in silence with her head on his chest and both looking up at his ceiling, covered in glowing stars that formed constellations. He could still vividly recall when they would spend nights together doing this exact same thing, yet it felt like forever ago.

[Y/N] combed through his white and green hair, undoing the knots he had accidentally tugged on moments ago, and each time her nails softly collided with his scalp, he had to keep his satisfied noises to a minimum.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"I don't know...being you?"

Senku rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the red that bloomed on his face. They both turned their heads to look at one another.

[Y/N]'s eyes flickered down to his lips, a movement he didn't miss. He was also guilty of glancing at hers, catching a long glimpse of her usual cherry gloss.

She leaned forward, barely hovering over his mouth. Senku wanted it to happen so badly, to have back what he lost and couldn't fight for.

"If you kiss me, there's no backing out this time [Y/N]." He whispered against her lips, his heart squeezed when he noticed the doubt beginning to consume her. She pulled away, keeping her body on his and murmuring a sad 'sorry'.

Instead, once again, he was left with a soft kiss on his cheek.

...

...

"You're out of tune."

[Y/N] puffed out her cheeks when that nonchalant voice reached her ears, her eyesight became blurry as she failed to stop tears from starting up.

She turned around to see Senku finishing up his homework, and the pencil stopped when he felt the mood shift. He blinked, meeting her sad gaze, and all he could do was beckon her closer with the wave of his hand. 

Despite her hurt feelings, she approached him, falling to her knees to be on his level. Senku observed her for a few seconds before gently ruffling her [H/C] hair, her head raised to meet his blank face. 

"Being out of tune is completely normal. It just means you haven't warmed up enough or found the right rhythm." [E/C] eyes stayed wide and teary, lip trembling as she scanned his face. Senku held in a sigh. "I'm sorry, I'll help you, okay?" 

Hearing the apology, she finally gave him a nod. Satisfied with his problem-solving, Senku patted her knee so she could sit down properly. They began with humming, a common way to warm up, a few breath control techniques he saw online, and in the aftermath of twenty minutes, she was good to go. 

[Y/N] hugged his neck, snuggling into his shoulder and squeezing the life out of him. His arms awkwardly stayed close to his sides, not minding the hug but being too shy to reciprocate.

"Thankyouthankyou! Did you know you're my favorite person in the world?" 

"Your mood swings are as mysterious as the moon stalking me." 

"Do you want me to fight the moon for you?"

Scarlet eyes widened, staring down at the girl hugging him. Why did that childish question make his heart skip a billion beats? 

"It's physically impossible to do that."

"But what if you end up liking the moon? Would you like it more than me?"

"First discoveries are always more important, they lead to progress and growth—" He stopped talking when he noticed her confusion. Instead, he exhaled and lowered his voice, slightly embarrassed. "—No, nothing will ever make that happen." 

...

...

Students and staff alike were finally getting accustomed to having [Y/N] attending school like a normal child, greeting her in the morning and keeping a safe distance at all times unless she initiated talk first.

She did feel more comfortable, but not enough to join a club and spend time away from Senku and her friends. They were like a shield, keeping her company and never allowing others to corner her like they did that dreadful first day.

"It sucks that we can't hang out publicly, it's like paparazzi have a tracker on me." [Y/N] and Senku were sitting in the back seat of her bodyguard's black BMW, waiting for Vince to get their ordered food. Originally, they were going to head inside, but there were lingering people with cameras around their necks.

"I've told you many times before, I don't care if they take pictures." He grumbled, rubbing his thumb over her shaky hand. [Y/N] worried he'd be crowded by paparazzi if they saw him with her, Senku could take care of himself, and driving people away wouldn't be that hard.

The thought had made him pause; he hated when people invaded his personal space or bothered him, so why didn't he care when it came to enduring it for her?

Senku snapped out of his head when he heard her scream and shuffle closer to him, practically giving himself whiplash, his scarlet eyes landed on the pressed-up face of a fan near her window. The grown man slammed his palms on the glass, grinning at them like he had just found a rare prize.

The sound of the handle being pulled echoed in the car. Senku reached over for his own handle, keeping a firm grip on [Y/N]'s arm, ready to leave the car from the other side if the man somehow opened it.

Vince rushed over, hearing the commotion and seeing people trying to pull a man away from his car, without missing a beat, he grabbed hold of the fan's collar and yanked him back enough to land a hard punch that knocked him out, all while keeping the food steady.

He wasted no more time and got into the driver's seat, setting the order on the passenger seat and turning his head to check on the kids.

[Y/N]'s knees were curled up to her chest with her head hiding in Senku's shoulder, and his arm was tightly wrapped around her. Her breathing was uneven as she cried, she hated this, feeling like some animal people wanted to swarm.

"I'm so tired..."

"I know." Senku felt the droplets drip onto his blazer, the warm tears made his stomach drop, and he truly could never understand how [Y/N] endured this on a daily basis. "You're okay, we're here, I'm here."

"I should've parked more carefully, I'm sorry, darling." Vince gripped the steering wheel hard, making his knuckles turn white, pressing the gas pedal harder, eager to get them home without further incidents.

"It's not your fault, you already protect me so much..."

The ride to her house was quiet, just small sniffles and the rustling of paper bags. Vince rolled up into the driveway, getting out first and unrolling an umbrella to help them get out, specifically covering [Y/N]'s skirt as she hopped out of her seat, and then Senku's face.

Briefly greeting her dad and mom, they ran upstairs and straight into her room. The singer quickly closed all her curtains and the door. Placing the food bags on the small table in the middle of the room, they both sat down on yellow cushions.

Senku curiously observed her silence, the red, puffy eyes, and her swollen lips from harsh biting. He wondered what her thoughts could be right now, as she unloaded the food and passed him chopsticks.

"[Y/N]." She barely glanced at him, biting into a dumpling. He called her name again, only for her to ignore it. Senku sighed, scooting closer. He gently stopped her chopsticks from reaching her mouth.

She looked up at him in utter silence.

"Talk about it."

[E/C] eyes filled with tears immediately, her lips trembled as his gaze intensified. And that look was all it took for her to break, break down in a way she desperately, emotionally, needed.

"I don't want to be in the spotlight anymore." She took a huge gulp of air in, "I want to be a normal teen, to go to school without people taking my picture or following me home."

They all disregarded her pleas for privacy. They didn't care if she publicly voiced feeling scared, that grown men would sit outside her house camping out as they waited for the right time to snap pictures, to wait for her curtains to move.

Senku kept his lips shut, reaching over to hold her hand like he always did.

"I want to go out on dates with you again, but I can't put you in that situation. They'd pounce on you at the first opportunity, and I would never sacrifice your privacy for my feelings."

There it was again, his heart did that thing, where it hurts but feels so full of warmth. His scarlet eyes traced her features, feeling her hand squeeze his as she confessed something she kept hidden for quite a bit of time.

"And what made you think I wouldn't sacrifice my privacy for your feelings?"

"Because you're you, wonderful you." She whispered, wiping away at her eyes. "I can't ask you to do that, I just can't. You deserve better."

It was easier when she was a mere baby singer, when people weren't that interested in getting her picture. Sure, she'd get the occasional fan during their outings, but never like this, [Y/N] wished she could go back in time and restart everything.

Senku closed his eyes momentarily, taking a beat to gather his thoughts. Truly, he would absolutely hate living a life followed by people who lived for drama, negative or positive. He'd never be alone, all his information out for the world to see.

Yet down that dark path of consequences, there was a small light, [Y/N]. She would be the ultimate pro against those cons, and he knew she'd always be worth it in the end.

"Is this all for me, or do you truly want to stop performing?"

Senku's lip twitched up when her cheeks turned a slight red. it had just dawned on her that she had told him about her lingering feelings. Not that he didn't already know, still, it was making her shy.

"I want a break, a really long one where people forget about me and I can start again when I'm older. To spend time with you and our friends without feeling like someone is lingering around snapping pictures."

Senku paused, hearing the clear emphasis on 'someone'. His eyebrows scrunched up, remembering her jittery self, glancing behind her even when there was only a wall there. Peeking around his home whenever she stayed over, repeatedly checking if his window and door were closed.

"A stalker?" He blurted out when the dots finally connected, his suspicion confirmed when she froze up. "Someone has been threatening you with me, is that why we broke up? Tried harder to hide me?"

[Y/N] slipped her hand out of his and stood up, walking to her closet and digging around the slight mess. A few seconds passed, and she pulled out a wooden box, going back to him by the table and placing the item in his hands.

He glanced at it, at her, then back to the box. The lock came undone, and he filtered through the blurry pictures, scribbly notes, and a purple pen he lost a year ago.

"You lent me this pen..."

She nodded, watching him shuffle through it all. His eyebrow raised when a beaker he thought had been misplaced was there as well, this person had really been prying around.

Some pictures were taken from outside his window, most were non-decipherable, like the culprit was trembling as they took it. But one of these was so clear it made his blood run a little cold.

Her head tucked under his chin, sleeping soundly as his own head rested on top of hers. Arm around her waist, and the other sprawled over his pillow.

The corner of the picture got crumpled as his hand tightened. The person was clearly targeting both of them, but he couldn't ignore how, at the center of it all, was [Y/N]'s underwear peeking from her ridden-up shirt.

"What did they want?" These were old pictures, some just days before their breakup. The notes were filled with threats, mostly against him.

"They said they loved me, that without my music they'd be dead." She gulped, hands balling into fists. "That...they wanted me, and if they couldn't have me, you couldn't either..."

Tears slipped out of her eyes, that stalker situation had gone on for a long while, and no one else knew. The plan was to pretend like Senku meant nothing to her, hoping it would make this stalker back off. To say she failed miserably was an understatement. 

He meant the whole world to her. He supported her dreams and never treated her any differently. The [H/C] haired girl wouldn't be where she was if it weren't for him. Senku was more than a support beam; he was the entire structure.

"I never wanted to break up with you. God, it was so hard, but I was scared of what they could do to you." [Y/N] hiccupped, feeling her throat close up due to the constant crying. "I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark, ending things the way I did."

Senku nodded slowly, letting the information sink in, and placed the items back into the box. He pushed it away and reached out to grab his chopsticks, picking up a still-warm dumpling and pressing it against her lips.

The girl blinked gently, taking the offered food and chewing. Senku watched her eat with a sparkle in his eyes, his hand reached out to wipe her face with a pink handkerchief, and he smiled softly.

"I started to relax around you again because I stopped receiving the notes and pictures, and I thought they gave up. I'm not so sure now..."

"We'll deal with whatever happens next. Together." In the end, Senku was relieved to know it wasn't he who was the problem. So now, he was fully ready to do anything to keep her happy again.

[Y/N] would've cried again if it wasn't for the second dumpling being sent her way. She really missed these quiet little nights where all they had was the company of one another and food, it was nice, and she'd do anything to have the rest of her days resemble right now.

"Besides, I finally got to see Vince kick someone's ass." 

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Senku scrolled through his phone, deeply immersed in his shopping cart contents. He hummed along to the low volume of [Y/N]'s song playing in the background. He was relaxing in the bathtub, the hot water had turned lukewarm already, but he still had no desire to get up.

The tub had been overflowing with bubbles just moments ago, they dissipated over time, and it seemed like [Y/N] was insistent on keeping them going.

"You're going to finish the bottle." He muttered, putting his phone down onto the floor, staring at his girlfriend emptying the bubble maker. Her upper body came out of the water to lean closer towards the bin and throw the empty bottle into it.

[Y/N] splashed down and quickly scooted back into his body, earning a groan as she slammed into his chest. Senku blew away the [H/C] hair strands that poked his face, his hands raising up to adjust her messy bun.

"I missed this."

"What? Seeing me naked or bathing?"

"I was going to say cuddling, but seeing you naked is a bonus too." [Y/N] didn't remember when or why they began taking baths together like this, she didn't really have the desire to have any sexual relations at her age, and neither did Senku.

She saw this as more of a trust thing, and her trust in him was greater than anything.

"I guess you have a conventionally good body."

"Geez, thanks, babe." He chuckled when she looked up at him with a playful pout, and despite the smirk that appeared on his face, his scarlet eyes were soft. [Y/N] missed that gaze. It always made her feel so mushy inside.

Reminding herself they were really once again together, she tilted her chin up to place a quick peck on his lips. 

"Oh my god, I missed that too." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and a hand pressed against his bare chest. He reached up to lay his own hand on top of hers, not even trying to hide the slight redness consuming his cheeks. 

"No more until you sleep." Senku's grumbling was interrupted as she placed another quick kiss, giggling when he reacted too late to dodge her. Senku watched her smile get wider, twisting around to lay against him, he was glad something as simple as a kiss could cheer her up. 

When the girl was tossing and turning in his bed, he had suggested a bath, knowing full well she always managed to sleep in the calm of the water. As her breathing began to relax, she reached up to grab his dampened leek-colored hair, tugging on it softly. 

"Have I told you, you look good with your hair down?"

"Only about a billion times." 

She laughed at his teasing tone, feeling her eyes start to flutter close. Senku's arms slipped off the sides of the tub to wrap around her waist. He kept his head steady, trying to avoid falling asleep. The last time that happened, they both nearly drowned. 

"Can we stay like this, forever?"

Senku's stomach twisted hearing the sad tone she carried. He hated lying to her in any way, shape, or form, and he knew forever wasn't something he could promise. Yet, the limbs around her pulled her closer to his body. 

"Sure." He murmured softly, rubbing circles on her skin beneath the water. 

...

...

The bliss their rekindled relationship had given [Y/N] withered away one Monday morning, when a classmate came up to her with a frown on her face. A phone was placed in her hands, and the singer couldn't believe what she was seeing. 

There, on one of the most popular gossip sites, was a picture of her and Senku only wearing towels. It was seemingly taken right after she had woken up from their little tub date. How the hell could she forget to close the curtains to his room? Why did she get so careless?

[E/C] eyes briefly read the comments, it was constantly getting updated. While this was all extremely dreadful, she was glad to see that most of these people had a clear mind about this. 

'Who tf approved of this article release? They're both underage? Hello???'

'Omg I remember him, he was with [Y/N] when I asked for a picture like a year ago!'

'this is gross'

'im all for drama and sneaky pics, but we're talking about literal children, guys wtf?'

'hope she sues this gossip company to the ground, this is absolutely sickening.'

'wasnt this article on thin ice? swear they posted some priv info about another singer a while back.'

'^ yeah they were given a severe warning in like march, they even fired the author for that week's article dunno why its happening again..'

She shoved the phone back to her fellow student and thanked the girl for letting her know, the bell rang but [Y/N] couldn't stay in the classroom, her feet took off down the hallway and into an empty room, her phone buzzed in her skirt pocket but she was far too busy trying to control her breathing.

This was it. Everyone knew about Senku, and there wasn't anything she could do to keep him partly hidden anymore. His privacy was set to public, and she was to blame. There had been rumors about her dating life, but she always managed to avoid acknowledging them. Unfortunately, this wasn't something she could deflect. 

A special ringtone echoed, and she reached for her phone to see Vivian's name on the screen. Her hand shook as she answered, bringing the device up to her ear.

"I'm so sorry, I'm—"

"Are you okay, [Y/N]?"

[Y/N] paused, hearing no anger or disappointment, only worry. Paul had a strict no-dating policy. He hated when she'd risk being seen with Senku, he would've ripped her apart if he were still her manager. Vivian wasn't like him. She needed to remember that.

"I—I don't know..." She could barely hold herself up, backing up to fall into a chair. "He's never going to be left alone, Viv. I was too greedy." Her cries made Vivian's heart slowly break. [Y/N]'s fans were crazy individuals, but to photograph teens in such a vulgar state, it was crossing a line, a line she would not let slide.

"What if they never leave him alone?"

Senku had been rushing down the halls trying to find [Y/N] right after Taiju had shown him the picture. He expected this stalker to appear again, but definitely not with this bold move. His heart pounded loudly in his ears.

He stopped, hearing crying in a nearby room. Senku slowly opened the door to see his girlfriend on the phone and trying to calm herself down.

"We should've stayed apart..." Hearing that soft whisper of a sentence, Senku reached for the phone and read over the contact name before reassuring Vivian he had the situation covered. Hanging up, he pocketed the device and turned to meet her stunned face.

"Senku..."

He huffed, watching her stand up and stumble slightly. Scarlet eyes narrowed, remembering her last words. He took a step closer to her, it turn making her take one back and accidentally pushing the chair over.

Senku continued backing her up till her lower back hit a table, with nowhere to go, [Y/N] finally looked up. Through her wet eyelashes, she saw his piercing gaze, her hands trembled, awaiting his words.

Except he didn't say anything, reaching his hands out to help her sit on the table, walking closer and standing in-between her legs. Her breath hitched, feeling his cool hands on her thighs.

And before she could open her mouth to ask what he was doing, her lips were captured by his. He didn't give her a moment to adjust, pushing like he desperately needed her to know he was right here.

Senku was here; he always had been and always would be. [Y/N] closed her eyes, feeling stray tears trail down her cheeks as she fully embraced the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck and brought him impossibly closer. He rarely initiated intimacy, but when he did, it always held a deeper meaning. The timing of all of those were like pure sweet sugar to her. 

The kiss stopped feeling rushed, both slowing down to enjoy each other's presence. They separated, with [Y/N] giving soft pecks and Senku sighing in content.

"Still think we should've stayed apart?"

A laugh got caught in her throat. He was teasing her even now. She shook her head, focused on how his lips formed a smile against her own.

"I didn't mean it like that, I want you more than anything in the world." Although shaky, her voice was confident with these said words. Senku was her rock, her other half, her whole damn universe.

"I know, and I promise everything will be okay." He hated how many times he had wiped away her tears, wanting to never see her cry, but he would never think to let another wipe them for her. 

This promise was real, something he trusted himself with to ensure. Because before his love for science, before the moon stalked him, [Y/N] was there first, in his mind and heart.

And weirdly enough, just a week later, they were turned to stone.

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[E/C] eyes blinked, watching pieces of rock fall from her hands, crumbling away from her legs and setting her free. [Y/N] stood up from the cold ground and looked around, gaping as a naked Senku stood only a few feet away with his back turned to her.

His head suddenly tilted over, sending her a huge smirk, and he reached his hand out for her to grab. She accepted without hesitation.

"Well, not the fix I had in mind, but I guess the stone age works too."

He evilly cackled, guiding her out of the cave and out into the new world. It was miles and miles of nature, no buildings in sight or other people. Everything they knew was gone, and while that included her precious phone and old mementos, this was a fresh start for her and Senku. Away from the public view, because there was no longer any internet.

It had all been wiped.

She was free.

"Senku, I love you." A startled Senku accidentally let go of the vine he was trying to rip out and fell on his ass, he slowly shifted to meet her teary eyes and lips quirked up in a sweet smile.

This time, his heart didn't feel any pain, just a comforting squeeze and warmth. The usual discomfort that overshadowed his thought process didn't take over, because for the first time in what felt like forever, those were happy tears. 

"Heh, I love you more, one billion percent."

Maybe, this time around, she could finally be happy with him, without prying eyes, without sneaking around. This was probably the biggest feeling of relief she had ever felt in her life, and while she was scared of the new unknown, she wasn't alone.

Senku would be here every step of the way, and so would she, for him.

"Now come here, unless you want the monkeys to keep staring at you." 

"I want a dress!"

"Anything for you." Senku teased, waving a piece of vine at her.

He muttered softly when she playfully rolled her eyes with a stupid grin on her face and collected more vines near him. 

"Anything."

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[spicycinnabun]

SO excited for the results of this make me write. It was so hard to decide and I wish I could do them all but I think I will ask for 🤖🤖🤖 or ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 whichever you get less of 🥰

I've got about six other beep boop asks in the queue lol, so I'm going to go with ❤️‍🩹! Let's rewind to before the break-up. c:

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They were cuddling on Tommy’s couch. Tommy was behind him, hands resting protectively on Buck’s belly. He had been doing that a lot lately—holding him there, touching him there. Buck wasn’t sure if Tommy was aware he kept doing it.

Buck hadn't said anything. He didn’t want to call attention to it and risk having Tommy stop. Because he liked it. Okay, more than just liked it. His body was sending him strong signals about what the Alpha wanted, and it was making him a little stupid with need.

His heart sped up.

Of course, Tommy noticed. One of his hands started rubbing in a hypnotic, circular motion. “What's up?”

“I-I’ve been thinking,” Buck started, trying not to get distracted by the petting. His eyes closed. “I’d like to spend my next heat with you.”

“Oh?” Tommy said, after a small intake of breath Buck couldn’t really decipher.

He didn't say anything else, waiting for Buck to elaborate on his thoughts.

Buck had never enjoyed his heats. Dreaded them because of how desperate they made him, among other undesirable attributes, but maybe it would be different with Tommy. Every time they’d gotten hot and heavy with each other, it was so good, an intense burn that kept building.

Buck was used to being a service omega, but with Tommy, he hadn't fallen into that role. He didn't feel like a wind-up toy, only good for one use, one purpose. His world had been shaken and turned upside down. He actually felt kind of giddy, for once.

“Y-you said I could set the pace, but I also don’t want to pressure you,” Buck continued. “If you’re not ready yet or don’t want to, that’s totally fine. Or if we get to the middle of things and you decide it’s too much—t-that I’m too much—you don’t have to stay.”

That already went unspoken, but Buck wanted to assure Tommy that he had an out. He wasn’t stuck with Buck if he got too whiny, too needy, too clingy. Like he always did.

Tommy’s grip on him had gone slack. He was silent for so long Buck had to sit up and turn around. Tommy looked… kind of horrified, actually.

Buck’s stomach twisted. That was definitely not the reaction he’d been hoping for.

He backtracked. “O-or! Secret third option: We can forget this conversation ever happened and go on a fun date after my cycle is over. I was looking at this new sushi place the other day that has—”

“No.” Tommy let out a slow breath, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, I’m just still trying to process what you said. You think I would leave you in the middle of your heat? That's ludicrous, Evan. Even if, for whatever reason, I couldn’t continue, I wouldn’t abandon any omega like that.” Tommy tilted Buck's chin up gently, eyes filled with sincerity. “Especially not my omega. Have past partners done that to you?”

“Uh.” Buck swallowed hard, feeling suddenly very off-kilter and overwhelmed. “Yes? I’m… you know, a l-lot to handle. D-difficult. E-e-exhausting. It’s okay.”

“Oh, it is so far from okay,” Tommy said. His scent had changed, no longer relaxed. Filling the air with an edge of bitter anger he was trying to keep at bay.

Buck didn’t know what to do, so he followed his instincts and hugged his Alpha. Tommy's tension released. He hugged Buck back. They nuzzled each other, Buck focusing on Tommy's scent gland.

“And now you’re comforting me,” Tommy added with a weak chuckle of disbelief.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Buck murmured, burying his nose in Tommy’s shoulder and kissing it.

“I’m upset for you, Evan. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way. You're none of those things.” Buck made an involuntary sound, and Tommy squeezed him. “I’m going to take care of you, okay? I’m going to show you what a heat is supposed to be like.”

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Posting Schedule, Changes & A Small Break

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My fellow wangxianists.

I am very sorry that I have to make this announcement, but I need to take a little break.

Let me start by promising that I will not abandon this blog and I will definitely continue posting, but I really do need a break. For the past two years, I managed to keep this blog running with daily fic recs, no matter what was happening in my own life. I prepared the queue for when I had a major surgery last year and for when I went on a long vacation this year, but currently the queue is empty and I can't bring myself to hastily throw another post together just so that I will not miss my daily fic rec.

In the beginning of August, I moved across the country and started a new job. It's my dream job and I worked hard for literal years to have this opportunity, but it's also very demanding and I often come home and continue working. I just don't have as much time anymore to read fics and then prepare a fic rec post (write the rec itself, make the graphic, format everything, etc.) and I found myself only hastily reading whatever short fic came across my dash and then quickly throwing a post together and it's becoming an unfortunate pattern. I don't want fic-reading burnout. I love reading fic and I love this fandom very much. I also still want to have enough time to write my own fanfics. It's my dearest hobby and I often neglected it to keep the WangxianFicRecs queue running.

Needless to say, things have to change and here's what I decided so far:

No more daily fic rec posts

From now on, I will add all posts to the queue. My own recs, Follower Recs, Proud Author Spotlights, Event Boosts, everything will get added to the queue. So on some days, e.g. you might get one of my recs or your might get a Follower Rec. And if there is no post for a day or two, that's fine too.

Bringing back old recs

There are over 1.400 bookmarks in the WangxianFicRecs Collection and we made posts for all of them. Going forward, whenever the queue is looking a little sad and empty, I will queue some of our old recs similar to Throwback Recs. I'm sure there are more than a few recs you missed originally.

Housekeeping

I will take a break for at least a week (I'll add all submissions in the inbox to the queue) and take some time to think about how I want to run this blog going forward. I've also promised myself to finally clean up our tag page and maybe get a better system sorted for making the graphics.

In the meantime, thank you for your support and being such lovely followers! I really love running this blog and I want to keep loving it going forward.

Love, Kay.

[yeostars]

𓆩♡𓆪 ateez kissing your hand out of their affection for you <3

{maknae line ver.!}

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ᯓ★ san

• "sannie, make sure to tell them to add extra sugar in my coffee. You know I like sweet stuff, right?" You tap your boyfriend on the shoulder, who's standing in the queue at your nearby café store. You both decided to go try out the deserts and coffee at the newly opened café because the whole town was talking about it, and san knew how much you loved sugary foods so he accompanied you here.

• "You're already full of sweetness, my love, how much more sweetness do you need, y/nnie~" San said this, almost shouting and that too in front of all those people in the queue. Your cheeks immediately turned red because of san's words and the fact that quite a few people were starting at you right now.

• "Common. D-dont say such stuff in front of everyone. I'll be waiting for you at the tabl-" before you even got to complete your sentence, san grabbed you by your wrist, almost twirled you around and placed a sweet kiss on the back of your palm. You were even more flustered than before now. "Mmm. Definitely much sweeter than the deserts we'll have later, I can guarantee you that." San said, grinning. You playfully slapped him on the arm and returned to your seat, thinking what the hell just happened and why your boyfriend was such a cheeseball- but let's be honest, you loved it.

ᯓ★ Mingi

• Since it was the weekend, you decided to go shopping with your boyfriend at a nearby mall. You both wanted to buy a few new clothes and other stuff since a long time and now you finally got the opportunity to do so, together.

• You both entered a store which had absolutely stunning collections in both male and female options. While Mingi was strolling through the males section, you were are the females section and a beautiful dress caught your eye. However, the form of that dress seemed unsettling to you. You were contemplating long and hard weather you should buy that dress or not, and amidst that, mingi appeared besides you, asking you weather you had selected something to buy.

• "Nothing much yet, but hey, what do you think about that dress?" You asked him, pointing at it at the above rack. Before mingi could even respond, you added "I- I'm not sure it would fit me well. It looks so beautiful but I surely won't pull it off that well." You said. Mingi noticed your cute pout while looking at that dress and slowly took hold your hand near to him, and placed a soft kiss at the back of your palm. "You'd look amazing in that, y/n, I'm so sure of it. How about you go try it in the changing room, atleast? Although I'm sure you don't need to do that because according to my vision, you'll look GORGEOUS in it." Mingi said, and you flashed him a grateful smile, your heart melting because of his words. "you're too sweet. You flatter me all the time."

ᯓ★ Wooyoung

• You and your boyfriend were enjoying a day off at home, doing your own stuff: you were reading a book and wooyoung was gaming in the living room. You came up to wooyoung after you finished reading your book, sitting next to him on the couch, watching him game. "Hey, I wanna try gaming too. Mind if I play against you?" You said, watching how interesting the game he was playing looked like.

• Wooyoung let out a witch-like laugh. "Gaming? And you? Y/n, babe, please- last time you asked me to let you try out gaming, you were so frustrated you almost broke my gaming equipment. Not to mention what an absolute noob you are at playing. I-" You flashed him a pout and crossed your arms at him, not in a cute way but it was your habit when he teased you about something.

• "Fine, i just wanted to spend some time with you, and all you do is tease me. Guess I'll just go hang out with my friends for the rest of the day, then." You said, picking up your phone to text your friends, but wooyoung kept his gaming console aside, and took hold of your hands, gently kissing your knuckles. "Hey, I'm sorry. You know that I love to tease you because of how cute you are, right? How about we cook something delicious later together, cooking is something we're both very good at." He said, and you flashed him a smile, searching up on what you and wooyoung could cook together later.

• Jongho

• Jongho mentioned to you, on the phone that he'd come home a little late than usual because of their extended rehearsal. You asked him if he had dinner yet and he replied that he didn't have it, yet. You told him to not eat outside because you were preparing a special dinner for the both of you tonight, and Jongho said that he'll come home as soon as he can.

• An hour and a half later, the doorbell rang, and you opened the door, revealing your boyfriend in quite an exhausted state. You asked him to sit directly at the dinner table to eat. "Damn, i smell something delicious. Y/n, you won't believe how much I contemplated not eating whatever the boys had ordered from outside- I told them I'm leaving space in my stomach because you cooked something special for me. It better be good- I'm sure it is, actually." He said, and you giggled, setting up his food for him on his plate. He tasted one of his favourite dishes and a sigh of satisfaction left his mouth. "Mm, that's so delicious. As expected, your food never ever disappoints, Y/N." He said, and you smiled, watching him eat heartily.

• "I'm glad you liked it so much. A part of why I love cooking for you is because of your reaction and how well you eat whatever I make for you." You said, after the both of you finished eating and Jongho helped you take the dishes to the sink. "And a part of why I love you- is because you make such delicious dishes for me. Thank you, Y/N." He said, taking hold of your hand & kissing the back of your palm, gently. You blushed, whispering "you're always welcome", thinking about him kissing your hand the entire night - your smile never fading while reminiscing that moment.

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

Hihi! I submitted a bunch of shows a while back and all but one are now listed in the queue doc (eeee!) and I just wanna make sure I didn't break a rule with the non-queue'd one.

It was the kids' show Zoom from the 90s, a remake of the one from the 70s: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zoom_(1999_TV_series) It's not considered reality TV, is it? It's real kids on the show, and I guess they weren't playing characters, but I feel like I've seen similar kids' shows like that on this blog, I think? Idk now I'm unsure. I just wanted to check! Thank you for your time and for all your hard work running this blog!!

i recall seeing this show, and when looking it up i remember seeing it listed as reality tv! i checked again and it's not there anymore, so it's either a false memory or the wikipedia has been changed. either way i apologize for the mistake, added it to the queue! ^^

[guardian-of-time-if]

Guardian of Time FAQ

Hello readers! I've assembled this list of frequently asked questions which also includes some questions that don't get asked a lot but I still want to make clear.

Why is MC genderlocked/Will you consider making MC gender selectable?

I will not be making MC gender selectable. I know this is disappointing for a lot of people, but there are several reasons why I am set on this, so if playing a F!MC is a deal breaker, I hope you can find another game you enjoy. My reasons for genderlocking MC are a mix between technical, personal preference, and vision/plot/worldbuilding. Technically speaking, since this is my first game, I didn't want to make myself overwhelmed, so one of the ways I tried to limit the scope of the game is by keeping MC genderlocked. Preferencewise, I just wanted to write a story that was a female MC romancing men. In terms of plot and vision, I dont think the story would work with a gender selectable MC. Primarily because the emperor would never propose a marriage between MC and his son if MC was male as Nytheris doesn't have legal same sex marriage. While it may not seem like a big deal to take away the arranged marriage and have MC adopted outright or intergrated into the imperial family some other way, the coming chapters will have a lot of plot points that depend on the arranged marriage aspect. (And I couldn't just gender swap Lukyan because I'd also have to gender swap Tzesar and it would change a lot of the politics withing the imperial family.) I also wanted one of the themes of the story to be about angency, and have MC wrestle with how much control she really has over her own life. It's part of why the early chapters have a lot of other people making her deicisons for her. Due to how gendered Nytherian society is, I thought this theme was better explored with a female character. So those are my reasons, and I hope this is a good enough explaination of why I'm unwilling to budge on this.

2. Will you consider adding a female RO/making the RO's gender selectable?

The short answer is no. For the gender selectable issue in particular, I don't like gender selectable characters in IF, I know a lot of authors/readers prefer them, but I've always felt that characters with set genders are more fleshed out. I also don't want to deal with coding gender selectable characters. But this really comes down to, as I said above, I really wanted my first story to be a FMC with male RO's. I know that's not for everybody and I'm okay with that.

3. Do I have to romance anyone?

No, you don't. I'm still deciding how the nonromance route will look, but most likely when the other MC's get an RO scene, you'll get a friendhsip scene with Mercy instead.

4. What is your ask policy?

In gerneral, just be respectful. Thankfully, this hasn't really been a problem thus far. I do my best to answer every ask as soon as I can. Currently, my queue is set to release five asks a day and is backed up an entire week. The only things that I may refuse to answer are code diving questions or NSFW. If you have a question about the code, I'd prefer you DM me, there are a lot of details in the code, that I don't want to be public yet, and in some cases, it's organized in a way that will only make sense in my brain, and no one else's. Sometimes if something is vague enough, or I want to make sure it's clear, I will answer them, but in general, I probably won't. As for NSFW, my relationship with these is complicated. Mild/nonexplicit is probably okay, but nothing too detailed or explicit (such as asking about specific kinks). I know that's really vague, but in general, please just use your best judgement. If I find too many asks are crossing my boundaries, I'll switch to a blanket no NSFW policy, but so far you've all been very respectful, so I'm willing to take it ask by ask for now. If an NSFW question makes me too uncomfortable, I'll just delete it. As a side note, any NSWF content in the book will be fade to black. I'm just not comfortable writing smut.

5. Will we get to see Oren and Samira again?

All I'm willing to say on this is that you will get to see one of them again.

I reserve the right to update as nessecary. (If there's any question you all think you be added to the FAQ please let me know. These are just the only questions I can think of being asked frequently.)

P.S. I am going to start working on some RO profiles, and once they are done I'll link them here, and in the intro post.

[sunshine-on-marz]

Hi hope you are having a wonderful day! I'm so excited to read more outsiders content so I thought I would toss in a request if that's okay??

Darry meets readers daughter for the first time

Reader has a three year old daughter from when she was 16 and she's nervous for Darry to meet her but Darry is so good with her and soon the daughter is always coming over to the curtis house? Bonus for uncle pony and uncle soda??

Okay THIS is skipping the queue bc my baby fever has been insane for MONTHS. I’m gonna change the ages a bit just for the sake of my own comfort. Reader is 20 with a 2 year old. Thank you sm for the ask love, I hope you enjoy!!!

Step up

Darry Curtis x Reader

Darry Curtis would do anything for you. That was no question. But the real test would be if your daughter liked him, because, well, she’s your daughter. To say you were nervous was an understatement, bouncing the little girl in your lap as you wait for your boyfriend to arrive. There’s a knock at the door, and you smile

“Ready to meet Darrel, huh Vivvie?” you hum, propping her up on your hip “yes!” She smiles, making your heart melt. “Alright, kind hands, right? No hitting?” You remind her, gently tapping her nose, which makes her squeal with a laugh as she nods. “Good” you kiss her forehead as you open the door, revealing Darry, standing there with two bouquets of flowers.

“Hi” you smile, leaning forward to meet him in a quick kiss. “Hey” he smiles, his eyes on your daughter. “This must be Miss Vivienne” he smiles, she nods, big smile on her face that reveals her gums littered with gaps from where teeth are yet to grow in. “These are for you” he hands her a bouquet, which she promptly pulls against her chest with a loud, excited “Thank you!”, Darry responds with a “you’re very welcome” then turns to you. “And these are for you” he hands you the other bouquet.

“Darry..” you say as you take the flowers “these are nice, you must I’ve spent a fortune-“ he cuts you off. “You, don’t worry about my finances.”he says, you just give in. “Thank you, they’re beautiful” you tell him. “You’re more than welcome”

“Vivvie, do you wanna sit with Darry while Mommy goes put these in water?” You ask your daughter as you take the bouquet from her, she nods and starts squirming for you to put her down. “Are you alright with that? You won’t be alone with her for more than like a minute” you say as you put her down, letting her run over to the sofa. “That’s fine” he says softly, planting a kiss on the top of your head. You nod and go off to the kitchen, putting the flowers in vases before going back to the living room.

You stand in the doorway for a moment, looking at what’s in front of you. Your daughter rattling on about some storyline she made up for her dolls, which certainly doesn’t make sense to anyone but her. And your boyfriend, sat facing her, completely tuned into her story and nodding along, adding in small ‘oh’s and ‘really?’s. It’s truly one of the sweetest things you’ve ever witnessed. You walk over, sitting behind your daughter and pulling her into your lap.

“Mommy! He likes Barbie!” Vivienne squeals, you laugh softly. “Does he?” You muse, looking up from her to Darrel, who’s also chuckling. “Yes!” She squeals. “I didn’t know you had any secret hobbies” you tease, “I didn’t expect for it to get out” Darrel plays along. You just laugh and lean over to kiss his temple. Safe to say there’s been another name added to Darry’s long list of people to look out for, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Ough I love him

Pls remember to reblog if you enjoyed

[yokohamapound]

BSD Boys With a Nervous Flier S/O

For Amulet! <3

(I added Chuuya for me. :P)

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Edogawa Ranpo, Nakahara Chuuya

Contents: NSFW jokes/references, fear of flying.

Dazai Osamu

Don’t bother trying to hide it. Dazai can pick up on every tiny little tell, so unless you’ve got the world’s best poker face, he’ll figure it out before you say a single word. It’s all there, the shrunken pupils when he shows you the tickets, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants when you’re booking the taxi to the airport, the harsh, unsteady breathing when you’re queueing to check in. 

For once, wisely, he drops the double suicide jokes. The last thing you need to think about right now is you or him dying, and he’s that much of an ass. Most of the time.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning in and whispering in your ear so it doesn’t carry to the other passengers in the boarding queue. “Guess what?”

You frown, distracted momentarily, and look at him. “What?”

His eyes glitter with mischief, and his smile widens into a full blown smirk. “You know how your ears sometimes pop when the cabin pressure changes? They say you should have chew gum or suck on candy.”

Your eyes narrow, suspicious. Dazai leans down to look into your eyes, grinning. 

“I don’t have any candy, but I’ve got something you can su—oww!”

He deserved to have his foot trodden on, really. Dazai might pout, but internally he’s smug that his plan to distract you worked. He’s got plenty more like that up his sleeve. 

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Flying with Fyodor is something different entirely. With the weight (and wallet) of the Decay of Angels behind him, he would never fly on a commercial airline. Normally he doesn’t care much - he’ll take a helicopter or some other type of solo plane. If he’s taking his precious myshka though, he’s flying in style. 

Naturally, he already knows about your fear of flying.

You can take comfort in the fact that Fyodor has literally already thought of everything. There are multiple contingency plans for any conceivable emergency onboard the jet. He has a backup helicopter. There are parachutes. There are backup parachutes. 

All you have to do is get dolled up and sit pretty on one of the luxurious recliner seats, being fed little tidbits of fruit and cake and sipping champagne. Fyodor has his laptop out, watching the endless screeds of incomprehensible information, one resting on your thigh, thumb tracing circles into your warm, soft skin. 

If you want a sedative, he’ll allow it, though his tone is subtly disapproving. He doesn’t like seeing you passed out (unless he’s been the one to drug you or exhaust you, naturally.) Still, if it makes you feel better.

He has…other methods to distract you however. Ones you’ll learn all about when he orders the cabin crew out of the main seating area and draws the curtains. You’ll be flying so high you might not even notice you’ve landed. 

Edogawa Ranpo

Ranpo has an easy solution to all your fears and anxieties—he’s such a baby that you have to look after him and you just won’t have time to worry about the plane going down, because you’ll be trying to convince him he can’t cram a whole gumball machine in his suitcase.

“It’ll fit!”

“You know it won’t! It’s physically impossible. You’re supposed to be a genius!”

“Well, I'm on vacation!”

He’s exuberant and excited to wander through Duty Free and buy all the varieties of chocolate and snacks they sell. Ranpo isn’t getting on that plane without snacks. Have you eaten plane food? That’s simply not going to cut it for the World’s Greatest Detective. 

It’s almost…calculated, the way he seems to rush off to a new thing every time your jitters start coming back. Your heart starts to race, your mouth goes dry, and then you notice Ranpo is gone from your side again. 

By the time you get onto the actual plane, you’re lowkey exhausted, and he still looks as smug as ever, his bag of chips rustling as he snacks in his seat. He opens his eyes, looks around the plane with that sharp, green gaze, then shrugs and settles against the backrest. 

“Nothing wrong with the plane, we’ll be fine,” he declares, tossing a chip into his mouth. “Do you think they have Ramune?”

Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya is a well-travelled guy due to his position as a Port Mafia executive and enforcer. It seems as if he gets sent abroad now and then to look after the mafia’s foreign interests and contracts. Koyo seems to stay back more, acting as Mori’s advisor, so it’s Chuuya who racks up the airmiles. He generally travels first or business class, because he’s not about to be back in the cattle runs—sorry, economy. 

He’s so used to it by now that booking the flights, packing, and getting to the airport are a breeze. It’s so mundane to him that he’s a little surprised to find out how frightened you are. He has to admit, it’s kinda cute. 

He lounges next to you in your first class seats, a glass of wine in one hand and your hip in the other, cuddling you against his side. 

“Dollface, what’re you shakin’ for?” he teases, poking you in the ribs. “You forgettin’ who you’re flyin’ with?”

Oh. That’s right. Mr. Gravity Master himself. 

“So if something happens, you could stop the plane falling?” you ask, almost in disbelief. 

He scoffs. “What do you take me for? You’re gonna be on the safest flight in existence. They should be paying me to fly.”

[rhey-007]

Driving Home For Christmas

Pierre Gasly x reader || snippet (?) / short story

Summary: Pierre and Yuki got stuck and arrived late to the Christmas Eve making you mad. At least the kids were happy that Santa came.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, family fluff, female reader, wife reader, mom reader, dad Pierre, husband Pierre

A/N: Just a short story I had in mind :)) Also let me know if I can even call it a snippet or a one shot cause idk ://

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"We're so fucking late... "

Pierre whined hitting his head against the steering wheel, impatient honks leaving the car as they waited in traffic. It was supposed to be just a quick trip to the store to finish up buying present but turned into a shopping spree when Pierre couldn't find anything special for you, instead buying a couple of gifts. When he and Yuki left the mall centre the traffic started to form on the streets and they were fucked.

"Where are you? "

You asked them through the phone as you prepared the Christmas table along Mr. Gasly.

"You were supposed to be back home an hour ago! "

You whisper shouted as to not startle your kids that impatiently awaited their father's and uncle's comeback.

"I know honey, I know... But there was so many people and such long queues that when we left we drove straight into traffic... I promise we'll make it"

Pierre assured you at which Yuki just shook his head. There was no way they were going to make it on time. And they still had to have a few minutes to change into their costumes, as Pierre promised your 3 and 5 year olds that Santa and his elf assistant will visit them just as every year.

"I hope so... Cause if you make kids mad then you can prepare yourself for sleeping on the couch"

You hissed angrily before hanging up.

"I told him to finish it up a few days ago so he would have plenty time to help us today, but of course he didn't listen"

Your father said walking into the kitchen, Pierre's dad agreeing.

"He never did, never does and never will listen"

The older man added. As much as you appreciate their boths company and help, you wished they would drop the topic.

2 hours later Pierre and Yuki were finally by your apartment, changing their clothes in an elevator to soon burst into the flat.

"Ho Ho Ho! Are here some good kids or did we got the wrong floor! "

Gasly's Santa voice sounded through the whole house, making the kids run to the door and hug Santa immediately. The man picked them both up then the four entered the dining room.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look who's here! "

Laura, your 5 year old daughter, shouted happily almost ruining her father's ear.

"Sorry we're late... We tried... "

Yuki whispered to you as you helped him put the presents under the tree.

"It's okay, my husband's the only one to blame"

Hearing you call Pierre 'your husband' instead of just his name, Yuki knew the Frenchman was screwed...

"Santa! "

Your 3 years old son Leo responded to his older sister before their father placed them down and greeted you.

"You're late... "

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you"

He proceeded to kiss your cheek but you pushed pass him and entered the kitchen, to soon come back with a hot pot of borscht and dumplings.

The kids unwrapped their presents happily with Santa's help, as the rest of you finally ate.

"Whe daddy? "

Leo asked, looking up at Pierre wit his big blue eyes.

"He'll come soon. Just as uncle Yuki. Now, give Santa one last hug as Santa and my elf friend have to go visit other kids"

The two hugged him once again while your father took triliard photos, then occupied them while Yuki and Pierre changed.

"Finally... "

The Japanese sighed in relief as he put on his normal clothes.

"You have no idea how itchy that costume was..."

"I imagine"

You chuckled quietly as they came back to the room.

At the end of the day everyone was happy with how the Christmas Eve came out. Even you, although you didn't show it being a little mad at Pierre.

"Pierre"

You warned as you felt him hug you from behind after walking out of the bathroom.

"Don't think you'll get anything after today"

You hissed at which he shook his head.

"I don't expect anything. Just wanted to say sorry. I know I should have done it a long time ago but I just lacked time... I'm sorry... Please don't make me sleep on the couch... "

The man made puppy eyes at you, a trick he learned from your kids. You sighed heavily spinning around and facing him.

"I wasn't going to. But please... Next time be prepared way earlier so I wouldn't have to stress out so much okay?"

"Okay"

"You don't even have an idea how crushed they looked when you were late. I almost cried if it wasn't for our dads to occupy them"

You admitted laying down under the covers. Pierre quickly put on his pajama and joined you, pulling you close to himself and stealing a kiss.

"I can only imagine... I'm sorry once again"

[velaenam]

strawberry chocolate parfait \ nanami kento x reader (ch.2)

word count: 2.1k tags: slight slow burn, pining, romance, fluff, added as i go! setting: you are a worker at a bakery that nanami kento frequents ♡ chapter: 2/?<previous/next>

Chapter 2 - Blueberry Pie

The next day rolls around as you jump out of bed. You sluggishly turn the faucet on as you prepare to wash yourself. After that warm and slow shower you blow dried your hair, styling as you went. Next, you grabbed some oatmeal you made overnight, then ran out of your apartment. 

You unlock the front door of the bakery and you’re greeted by the warm smell of freshly made croissants. Everyday had different options, and today was; croissants, fruit tarts, sandwiches made to go, etc. The store was in a particularly popular spot so to keep customers engaged they changed up the menu every day. They were surrounded by business and tourism greatly attributes.

 It was your turn to be in the back today, there was a big shipment coming in and you had to count and stock everything. Thereafter, you were going to stock up the front and then study. You were basically there today as needed. 

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Your supervisor walks in as you put up the last of the boxes of sugar the store received, “Hey Y/N, someone was asking for you.” 

You didn’t expect anyone so you simply complied and walked out to the floor. As you walked out the door you locked eyes with Nanami, and you just smiled like a goofball. 

“Hi Nanami-san! How can I help you?” Nanami looks down at you and nods, “Good morning, I have a request- if you could.”

He held up the custom creation paperwork and of course you could! He wanted a Strawberry Chocolate Parfait. 

You carefully packaged the delicate dessert up and slid it over to him. As you did, you had a look of timidness that Nanami definitely picked up on. He took a leap of faith and opened his mouth, “Is there something wrong?”  You snapped out of your look and grin sheepishly at him.

“Ah.. I was wondering if you…were…..busy… this weekend?”  He just looked at you silently, but he was really just thinking about if he had any plans this weekend. The silence scared you and you started panicking, “That was so forward, I'm so sorry!” 

“No you’re okay. I am not busy this weekend.” He simply states. 

“Well.. my friends and I are going to a karaoke bar…. Would you like to go with us?” 

‘Oh hell, what’s the harm..’ 

“Yes, if you’d like to have me.” Nanami says smoothly, causing your body temperature to rise.

“O-of course!” 

“Of course that means I have to get your number.”

This made all the blood circulation come to a halt when he said that.  You nod, your smile starting to show. This man was just really tugging on your heartstrings. He was just going all in. He was really enjoying your company, even though he won’t quite say it right now, he did really like the way you made him feel; alive…domestic…familial. He also associated you with bakeries and desserts, so of course he was drawn to. It was way too early to tell but he definitely likes to see you around, hence why he was way more interactive towards you than anyone else.

It wasn’t quite like you to act so flushed. 

He gave you his phone and you gave it your all to put your number down and your name. He calls your phone so you get his number as well, and after that exchange he nods at you and you swore you could see the small smile. 

“Well.. I’ll see you soon. Take care.” 

With that he disappears out the door and leaves you breathless and speechless. 

Queue the ladies peeking out the door like animated cartoons with their ‘oohs’ and ‘ahh’ at the interaction. Your lungs screamed with excitement.

“Soo.. Y/N… what’s going on with you and Nanami-san?” You shake your head furiously, “It’s not like that!”

“Oh please! You just invited him out! You barely do that with us!” Okay touche.

There was no fighting these girls. You just took it like a champ, and besides, it was amusing.

-

You finally finished work for the day so you were going to go home. You were about to text Nobara until you saw a text message that was sent a while ago.. You checked it and it was Nanami. You hadn’t gotten around to saving his info, so while you were free you did just that.

[Txt] Nanami - Hello, it’s Nanami. 

[Txt] Y/N - Did you make it to your work safely?

It made Nanami feel a little warm seeing that text. You barely knew each other and you were so concerned for his safety. How sweet.

[Txt] Nanami - I went home. Thank you for your concern.

You put your phone down briefly to get your bag and walk out to your car. Once you got into your car you saw another message from Nanami;

[Txt] Nanami - How are you?

[Txt] Y/N - I am about to go home, I am exhausted. I have to start my studies, after I shower and make dinner. 

You put your phone down and started your drive. It was about a ~10 minute drive. It was so nice to decompress in your car after a long busy day. You day dreamed about the interactions you had today with Nanami and it made you feel giddy. It had been a wonderful day.

You got out of your car and headed inside your apartment. Upon entering you took  your phone out and started texting Nanami as you did your evening duties.

[Txt] Nanami - You go to school? What for?

[Txt] Y/N - To become a teacher!

That struck his soul. That was a very sweet thing to be doing. 

[Txt] Y/N - You?

[Txt] Nanami - Oh I'm not in college anymore. I’m a businessman.

Oh that explains his nice suits. 

[Txt] Y/N - Do you enjoy your work?

He couldn’t really say he does, and he absolutely hates when he's put on overtime. As he thinks about it he receives another msg from you with a laughing emoji. It made him crack a little smile as if he could hear you laughing in front of him. 

[Txt] Y/N - I get it, secrets safe with me.

This earned him a chuckle. He was getting ready to wind down himself and he was about to text you until you beat him to it once again,

[Txt] Y/N - I have to get ready for bed, so sorry for the late response!

[Txt] Nanami - It’s alright, I am going to go to bed myself. Have a good night.

[Txt] Y/N - You too Nanami-san!

He promised he would take it easier on himself, so it wouldn’t hurt to indulge his romance bone if he had one of those…Wait- was he already thinking of romance? 

He flushes with red and puts his face in the pillow for thinking that way. Nobody is there to see him act this way (Except the narrator) 

Friend Bone

Let’s start there.

In the Y/N Household you were beaming as you read the convo over and over again. The feeling you had wasn’t something you were used to. It had been a while since you would flirt or do anything past your boundaries regarding another person that wasn’t meant to be platonic. Hell, even Gojo tries to get your number and you deny him. His six eyes couldn’t see that coming and he bawls, faking, of course. You know it is all in good fun. He's nice, he can be sweet, he's handsome as hell, but well.. The connection doesn’t seem to be there, and he always liked to mess with you, so you never understood when he was being serious, thus never giving it a thought. Plus there were just too many women who wanted a piece of him, and so you’ve concluded that they could have him. 

But you missed the hand holding.. The dates.. The ‘I love yous’.. You were such a hopeless romantic. The feeling that you might have a possible romance is crazy to you.. But your eyes widened, you weren’t even fully friends yet! Why such thoughts?!

By the time you were done overthinking you had gotten ready to shower. You notice a blush had crept its way up on your face as you stared at yourself in the mirror. This is a crush for sure. Your heart skipped, your breath leaves your body when he's around, you flutter your lashes more, AND, you blush when he texts you?! Yeah, no doubt. 

-

Daylight rolls and Nanami wakes up to a text message from you;

[Txt] Y/N - Good Morning! Make it a good day today!

This made him feel, for the lack of a better word, fuzzy. Nobody sends him good morning texts, not even Yuji, mostly because Yuji doesn’t even wake up this early nor does he have Nanami’s number. 

Nanami stares at the message for a lot longer than he should’ve and texts back.

[Txt] Nanami - Good morning, Y/N. Thank you, I hope you have a good day.”

He gets up and starts his routine, then heads to the location where he was needed to aid Yuji. 

-

When Nanami was in the eyeshot of Yuji he rushed to his mentor. “Nanamin! We are going out this weekend, you should come with us!” He remains silent and goes past him, “I will be busy this weekend.” Yuji pouts but doesn’t protest. He knew that would be futile with Nanami.

With the two of them they make quick work of the curses that were in the school. Nanami couldn’t wait to get off and go get him some freshly baked croissants, maybe with a hot chocolate. It is a cold day after all.

-

Your coworker brought in her daughter today. A very polite mannered child, she assists her mom with taking cash from patrons.

You were putting the food up today, which consisted of; cheese danishes, mocha bread, buttercream bread, matcha cupcakes, and chocolate croissants. 

You were in the  middle of arranging the food, silently praising yourself for making it look so aesthetically pleasing, when the door jingles. Your head snapped back so fast, and it was Gojo, bee lining it towards you. 

“Y/N!” he shouts with his big ol’ grin. He gives you a head pat, “I thought i’d stop by and say hi.” 

This caused her coworkers to peek around the counter to look at the two. You grinned sheepishly and took his hand off your head, “Gojo-san you’re messing up my hair.” you pouted, and he pouted back, dropping his arms. “How’s life been?” You go to speak but you tilt your head, “Gojo-san.. I don’t want to be rude but I am in the middle of work right now..”

“There’s no customer right now…”

“That’s not the point..” 

Here he goes faking his sadness, “Loosen up, Y/N. You hurt me. I came to see you! Do you hate me?” You shake your head furiously, “I’m just teasing.” Then he relaxes after, “Do you want to hang out after work? 

‘Hm.. Why is he asking all of a sudden?’

“I have to study for my test tonight..”

“I can help you if you want?” 

“Gojo why are you so persistent?” He just shrugs

“I think you’re cute and I wanted to get to know you better.” He said it so cooly and that causes your eyes to widen, blushing furiously, “You can’t say things like that!” Gojo just laughs again, “Ah.. I’m only messing with you..” here he goes again. The worst part was it made your heart skip just a tiny bit.

He turns his back to you and heads to the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow!” 

Ack, the nerve of that guy..

“Oh, Y/N…” You didn’t even have time to finish your task, your head snapped at the counter, your coworkers making their way towards you.

“Who is this Gojo man!?” They ask but then they start talking amongst themselves

“He’s way cuter than Nanami..”

“Really? I think Nanami-san is so much more handsome…”

“They’re just friends.” You interject, and that was the truth. The older ladies don’t see that though. They just giggle and disperse into the back. You finally  got back to the task at hand and finished it.

You head into the back and you look at the team board. 

‘Team Gojo or Team Nanami?!’

“Oh my g- what is wrong with them?”

They were putting their magnets on which team they were on, and you just rolled your eyes before stepping towards the board and jokingly putting your own magnet towards Team Nanami. The ladies grasped.

[nonsensical-pixels]

hey everyone,

my grandpa passed away earlier today, after a three month battle with cancer. it was a long time coming and he's been deteriorating fast but i just feel so numb whenever i think about it. i guess it's shock.

he was the father figure i looked up to most in my life and was the person that got me into the sims, and gaming in general--i'm crying right now just thinking of my childhood spent playing with my ipad on his lap while he he played civ 5 on his gaming PC.

i'm sorry but i just can't continue looking at this blog without him around. the sims isn't the same without him, nothing is, all of my computers, phones, anything electronic in this house is his. everything's changed all of a sudden and i just can't deal with it right now.

i'm sorry to leave this blog again when i've just gotten back to posting more regularly, but it's all too much. i have school, my siblings, and a funeral to worry about. i can't barrel through everything playing sims anymore like i used to do. i have to face this head on.

there's still some stuff in the queue to keep you guys occupied i guess, for a couple more weeks. i won't be adding any more or fixing it for... idk how long after this post. it's just, all too much

goodbye, - ky

[animalcrossingshowdown]

now that I've been running this blog for nearly a year and it's starting to wind down, I think I can have little a self promotion as a treat

first, this blog will most likely start back up again if tumblr is still around whenever the next AC game comes out. what tournaments I run and how I run them will depend on what new stuff is added, but I at the very least want to do the new villagers, since the villager tournament was really the main thing of this blog

@isitinacnh was a blog I ran that compared the furniture catalogue from NL with NH to see how many items were cut or changed, but in the new year I think I'll repurpose it to show how items have evolved through all the games. don't expect to see new posts coming out of it for a good while though, because the most efficient way for me to make the posts would frontload it with all the interesting stuff, so I want to get a pretty big backlog started so I can shuffle the queue up before it starts posting. I have all the images downloaded to my computer already, I just need to post them

@villagerdetails gave in depth looks at all the villager models and expressions, mostly for the purpose of art refs. again if tumblr is still here when the next AC game comes out, I'll start this back up with the new villagers if I am able to. there is a good chance this might need to wait for like new amiibos to get released or something idk we'll see

@angiestown and @angiestownart are my main and art blogs respectively. angiestownart is just my art, usually with some extra commentary that I didn't want attached to the main post. angiestown is a personal blog, but I post all my art and a lot of the cakes I decorate at work and other dessert things I make. I'm also hoping to maybe next year on my main blog design and post screenshots of every single house in happy home paradise, just like I did with happy home designer in 2019. seems like a good time to do it since nintendo appears to be winding down the switch and I doubt any games I care about will come out for a good while

also if you guys wanted to reblog this post specifically that would be very niceys sorry it is long lmao