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star wars geek | Stiles stilinski

this lowk based off my experience first watching star wars 🙂‍↕️

I never had watched star wars. I was interested in it but I never had time to watch it, or if I did I would forget about it and watch a different movie. Stiles loved it though.

I kinda felt bad just sitting back and hearing him make jokes about it, and no one would laugh, or rather actually know the joke. then he'd kind of close off and stop talking.

since I've seen that happen I've made it a mission to watch the movies for him! that is if I remembered. I had so much school work and if I didn't I would just sleep.

today however I have time! and I remembered, even better. I pulled out my computer and typed it into disney. I should've asked him what movie to start on but I forgot, and I was too lazy now.

so I just started on the first one of the Roman numerals. i thought it was weird because it's the newest one but I didn't question it. I had searched it up though and it said I could watch it in that way.

I've heard of star wars before of course but I've never watched it so I'm kinda nervous. most of the main events are already spoiled for me so at least I won't be surprised with anything.

I click play and the theme starts playing super loudly. I forgot I had my volume up that loud. I go to turn it down and I suddenly hear footsteps running up my stairs?

before I can even think of getting something to protect myself someone comes busting through my door. stiles? "what are you watching".

"stiles? what are you doing in my house?" I shut the computer quickly and look around, confused on why and how he was here. I hadn't invited him over tonight and my parents weren't home tonight to let him in?

he eyes the, now closed computer like he knows something. I grab it and grip it to my stomach, still wondering what the hell he was doing in my house.

"what were you watching" he says suspiciously, he starts slowly walking towards my bed as well? "nothing! what are you even doing here, and how'd you get in?".

"your parents let me in." my parents left a long time ago? "my parents left. to dinner. like two hours ago." he just stares at me as an answer. "have you been here this whole time?" silence again.

"maybe" "oh my gosh stiles!" I look at him with a shocked look on my face. how did he manage to be so quiet, I didn't even hear him in the comfort of my own home? he could have a straight path in front of him and still manage to trip over his own feet.

"that's not the point! what were you watching?" welp. I'm definitely done for if I tell him that the only reason I'm only watching star wars is so I can understand the jokes and references he makes.

"nothing." I look away nervously, I wonder if he'll catch on. probably, he's weird like that. I cluth the laptop closer to my torso as I bear his suspicious gaze.

"give me the laptop" I slowly shake my head no in the most suspicious way possible. I don't know how he hasn't caught on yet. well he's caught on but hasn't done anything about it?

I only get a split second to register what he's about to do before he does it. I could see it in his eyes, that mischievous glint in his eye that I was certain only I could see.

he suddenly lunged forward and - basically tackled me onto the bed. I let out a sound between a laugh and a groan at his newfound weight on me.

"stiles get off!" he had his arms at my sides tickling me so I couldn't say that in a audible way, but I'm sure he knew what I meant, just didn't care for it in the moment.

I give up the laptop and he grabs it quickly before rolling onto his back, away from my grip. he opens it quickly and smirks to himself at the movie that was playing.

"I knew it was star wars! why didn't you tell me I could've watched it with you" he says looking over at me with a confused look on his face.

"because every time you would geek over it and no one would understand you,.. I might've felt a little bad." I say holding up my fingers to show the smallest space possible in between them.

I look at him through my fingers and groan at the look on his face. "do not say anything!" I love forward and cup my hand over his mouth. I could still see the faintness of his smile through his eyes, and the creasing in his face.

"you love me don't you?" I hear his muffled voice come out from my hand and I groan in response. I can feel him kiss my hand, and I take it away.

"stop. don't torture me with my own embarrassment." "what do you mean, I think its cute" he set up the laptop in front of both of us and pressed play.

"now I can watch my favourite movie with my favorite girl." I lightly slap his arm at his sentence. "your so unbelievably corny!"

[plutoistireddd]

Do you feel Bonita?

stiles stilinski x reader

c/w: kissing, fluff

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You’re kissing Stiles, well aware of the lipstick on your lips being transferred to his.

You snicker at every peck—lipstick reddening his lips. Stiles was too into the makeout to realize your ever so often giggling. Until now, where he’s about to faint from being so flustered. He parts his lips from yours, leaning back on his elbows.

You snicker once again, the lipstick shade matching his flushed cheeks. He raises a brow, confused.

“What?” He asks.

You take your phone out of your pocket, showing him his reflection.

“Oh.. my god.” He says, attempting to wipe the color off—but instead smearing it.

You laugh, trying to compose yourself to help him out. You lift your thumb to his lips, cleaning up any color that’s out of his lip-line.

“Much better,” you respond.

Stiles puckers his lips, looking into the camera.

You snicker once again—“Do you feel.. Bonita?”

Stiles’ eyes quickly look to you, playful disappointment on his face.

You lose your composure, busting out laughing.

Stiles smiles, laughing with you.

“Yes, I feel very Bonita. Thank you.”

He kisses your cheek, planting a stain, and chuckles.

(updated and revised)

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Just studying | Stiles Stilinski x reader - Teen Wolf

Summary: a late night study session with Stiles.

Warnings: none.

Words: 1.4 k

A/N: English is not my first language.

The desk lamp in Stiles’ room cast a warm circle of light over the open textbooks and half scribbled notes. Highlighters, empty energy drink cans, and a bowl of pretzels were scattered across the surface like academic battlefield debris.

You sat with your legs crossed on the bed, flipping through flashcards while Stiles paced with the energy of someone trying to cram three months of material into one night.

“Okay” he said, turning around and pointing a marker at you like a wand. “Name all twelve cranial nerves. Go.”

You sighed dramatically but smiled. “Olfactory, optic, oculomotor, trochlear, trigeminal...”

The door creaked open before you could finish, making both of you turn. Sheriff Stilinski stood in the doorway dressed in uniform, coffee in hand and his brows raised.

“How’s the studying going?”

“Great!” Stiles said just a little too quickly. “Super educational. Knowledge pouring out of our ears.”

You smiled politely. “Hi, Sheriff.”

“Hey, kiddo” he said, nodding. “Late night?”

“Midterm tomorrow” you explained.

“Ah. Right” he glanced at the clock, then at Stiles. “You make sure you drive her home when you're done. No excuses.”

“Of course” Stiles said. “I’m a responsible, safety-oriented individual.”

His dad snorted. “You’re a Stilinski. That’s still up for debate.” He took a sip of coffee and then looked between the two of you, lingering just long enough to make Stiles shift uncomfortably. “And don’t get into trouble. I mean it.”

“Got it, Dad” Stiles muttered.

Sheriff Stilinski gave you one last nod and left, the front door closing behind him a moment later.

Silence.

Then, Stiles flopped back onto the bed beside you with a groan. “He thinks I’m gonna try something.”

You tried not to smile. “Were you?”

He turned his head toward you, eyes wide. “No! I mean, I wasn’t planning on it. Unless... you wanted me to?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What happened to being a responsible, safety-oriented individual?”

“Okay, first of all, kissing you wouldn’t be unsafe. Emotionally dangerous, maybe, but... wait, are we talking about kissing now? Is that what we’re talking about?”

You laughed, and the sound seemed to do something to him. His nerves vanished, replaced by that earnest look Stiles always got when he was about to do something impulsive.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, all in one breath. Your heart fluttered a little but still you nodded.

“Yeah. You can.”

He leaned in, a little too fast at first, then slowed down like he remembered this was real life and not a movie. His lips brushed yours softly, hesitant and warm.

The kiss lingered just long enough to steal your breath. When you finally pulled apart, he looked stunned. Like he hadn’t expected it to actually happen.

“That... was good” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. It made you grin.

“I told you studying could be fun.”

Stiles stared at you for a second, then said, “I think I’m in love with you.”

You snorted. “Okay, let’s start with cranial nerves first.”

He groaned and collapsed onto the pillow. “You’re going to make me earn it, aren’t you?”

“Every kiss” you teased, flipping to the next flashcard.

His smile didn’t fade and somehow, you knew neither of you were thinking about exams anymore.

~

You and Stiles didn’t get much more studying done after that kiss.

Well, you tried.

Flashcards were revisited and notes skimmed but everything felt different now. Charged. The air between you hummed with unspoken thoughts and stolen glances. You weren’t just his study partner anymore.

And he kept smiling. That dumb, wide, dreamy smile.

When the clock hit 12:45 AM, you finally groaned and shoved your books into your bag. “I should get home before your dad thinks we set the house on fire or something.”

Stiles stood quickly, grabbing his keys.

“Let me drive. If I let you walk home after that kiss, I think the universe would punish me.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t say no.

~

Parked in your driveway, the Jeep’s engine idled quietly as the rain drizzled down, misting the windshield. Neither of you had made a move to get out yet.

“You think your dad’s gonna notice?” you asked.

Stiles shifted in his seat, grinning. “Nah. We’re totally in the clear. He said no trouble, and technically, a single kiss isn’t...”

A knock on the driver’s side window made you both jump. Stiles turned only to see sheriff Stilinski standing just outside the Jeep, his patrol car parked behind it in the street, still running. His face was unreadable.

“Dad” Stiles muttered slowly, rolling down the window like someone defusing a bomb.

“Evening” the sheriff said, eyes flicking between the two of you. “Or should I say... morning.”

“I was just... taking her home” Stiles explained quickly. “Like you asked. Like a gentleman.”

Sheriff Stilinski tilted his head. “That is why your hair looks like you've lost a fight with static electricity?”

You had to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. Stiles ran a hand through his hair, instantly self-conscious.

“It’s... humid?”

His dad sighed.

“Look, I’m not going to give you the talk in a driveway at 1 AM, but you made a promise. Be responsible. No trouble. Remember?”

“I was responsible!” Stiles protested. “I didn’t set anything on fire! No one died! There was minimal making out...”

You groaned and smacked his arm. “Stiles!”

Sheriff Stilinski raised both brows. “Minimal, huh.”

Stiles closed his eyes like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole.“Home. Now” his dad said, voice laced with exhaustion. “And next time, maybe leave the door open and the lips off the table.”

Stiles saluted half heartedly. “Yes, sir.”

The sheriff walked back to his car, muttering something about teen hormones and never getting sleep again. As soon as he pulled away, Stiles slumped in his seat.

“Well” he deadpanned. “We had a good run. I’ll be grounded until I’m forty.”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Totally worth it.”

His grin came back instantly.

“Yeah. Totally.”

~

It happened two days later.

Your sister had dropped you off at the station so you could borrow her car (again,  with some huffing about “why doesn’t Stiles just come get you himself?”).

You were walking toward the parking lot when you heard the familiar voice behind you, calling out your name. You turned around. Sheriff Stilinski stood in the doorway of the station, arms crossed casually. Too casually. Your first reaction was smiling. “Hi, Sheriff.”

“You got a second?”

Those four words made you feel an immediate inner panic growing in your stomach but nodded anyway.

“Sure.”

He gestured for you to follow him to one of the side offices, a small and more private room. You sat in the chair across from his desk. He didn’t sit right away. Just leaned on the edge of the desk with his arms folded, giving you a look that walked the tightrope between friendly dad and serious cop.

“So” he started, “you and my son.”

Your mouth opened but nothing came out so you tried again. “We were studying.”

He nodded slowly.

“Sure. Studying. I don’t doubt that. You’re a smart kid but I know Stiles" he said, finally sitting down. “And when he’s got that goofy, lovesick look on his face? Yeah, it’s pretty easy to read.”

You smiled faintly. “He’s not subtle.”

“No, he is not.” The sheriff sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, I’m not trying to scare you. I like you. You’re respectful, you’re level headed, and you didn’t run screaming from my son, which honestly puts you in rare company.”

You snorted softly.

“I just want to make sure you know what you’re doing" he said, voice softening. “Stiles is… all in. With everything. He’ll fall headfirst into a burning building if he thinks someone needs him. And when it comes to people he cares about? He’s got no brakes.”

Your chest squeezed a little at that.

“I know” you said quietly. “I’m not trying to mess with him. I care about him, too.”

He looked at you for a long moment. Then nodded, as if weighting your answer and finding it solid.

“Alright” he announced, standing. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

“So this wasn’t the ‘intimidate the girlfriend’ talk?”

He gave a sly smile. “Nah. That comes after the second kiss.”

The way he said it made you flush, heat rising up to your cheeks. He chuckled and patted your shoulder as he walked you out.

“Drive safe. And tell Stiles if he ever makes you cry, I’ll arrest him for emotional terrorism.”

“Deal" you said, giving him a little smile.

As you pulled out of the lot, your phone buzzed with a text from Stiles:

> Stiles: My dad just texted me “she passed.” Wtf does that mean???

> It means I survived.

> Stiles: Holy sh—HE GAVE YOU THE TALK?!?!

> Friendly little chat :)

> Stiles: I’m never kissing you again.

> Liar.

You didn’t even need to look up to picture the way he was grinning at his phone like a total idiot.

And truth be told? So were you.

[plutoistireddd]

introducing . . . college!stiles

he’s just as horny and unfiltered as before, but now he has a girlfriend who it’s all directed at. luckily for him, she’s the same, if not more forward.

surprisingly fits in at college. he knows how and when to let loose, he’ll drink and smoke sometimes, and he is shockingly good at drinking games.

over time, his admiration and want to be in the police force like his dad changed into wanting to be in the fbi, which eventually settled on to lawyer. he likes to argue.

he eventually figured out how to play lacrosse, and even plays (casually) at college. he knows he’ll never go pro, but he doesn’t want to.

he also grew into his looks more than before. you always thought he was hot, but you never had to worry about other girls finding him hot. until now. issue is, he has no idea, he still thinks he’s unattractive and ugly.

stiles seems confident on the outside, with how he dresses himself, how he can talk to random people. but you know he’s secretly twitching his fingers against your side, fiddling with your shirts hem, or gently scratching your skin.

has the best music taste you’ve ever seen in a boy. plus he loves your music and plays it so often with you, he listens to it without you.

all works with college!stiles below .ᐟ

꣑ৎ to be added . . .

[plutoistireddd]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 4 - agoraphobia and burger king on 5th street

summary: a personal experience provides a way for newt to connect to y/n.

warnings: strong language, mental health talk, depression, medication (its my literal prescription i mention oops this is like a self insert fr), mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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THE GLADE

[ 10:52 am ]

y/n: it’s official yall

drugs saved my life

tommy: huh??

minho: same

newt: wow, i’ve never seen your name on my screen before 12 pm

y/n: shut the hell up bitch

newt: ouch, touchy

minho: woah

touchy 👀

are yallll..?

y/n: you’re sick

tommy: are we going to ignore the drugs statement??

like hello are u ok ??

newt: you’re annoying minho

minho: yea <3 😊

notice how they didn’t say no

y/n: you guys just don’t understand how a girl like me needs beauty sleep..

and no we aren’t

gally: all that beauty sleep and ur still walking around with that mug.. yikes.

y/n: 😑

i hate you i haete you i dhateoyifu

minho: great she’s having a fit

y/n: no one cares about me

and you think i’m ugly

this is so sick

and you don’t even care that i’m on drugs

☹️😭😭😭😭 done.

newt: no one said that love

gally that was rude

minho: BRUHHHHH

here she goes

tommy: I CAREE????????

DO I NEED TO COMEGET YOU????

y/n: yes 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

before i do something crazy 😭😭💣

minho: THE BOMB IS WILD

tommy: stay where you are

i have your location

newt: uhhh

y/n: pause what

minho: tommy why would you admit to that

tommy: im On my way! what’s the issue

sorry autocorrect

y/n: WHY DO YOU HAVE MY LOCATION????

gally: can you guys shut the fuck up

minho: the drama queen is here 😍

gally: stop

alby: I have it on Life360, I imagine Thomas does as well. In fact I have all of your locations.

y/n: oh

i forgot about that app..

minho: i didn’t. i get a notif that newt’s phone is at 5% all the goddamn time

even tho he said he deleted it

newt: just turn it off then

i redownloaded it don't track my app intake

minho: no it makes me feel less lonely

y/n: awwwww

idk how you do that newt

newt: do what?

y/n: not charge your phone

if my phone gets below like 15% then the monsters will get me

tommy: omg me tooo 🥹

newt: i was about to say you sound like tommy.

tommy: don’t say that!

she’s on drugs i don’t want to sound like an addict 😔

newt: she isn’t on drugs thomas

tommy: she literally said she is newt :/

5 mins and i’m there y/n

y/n: are you actually fr

thomas..

we live very far away sweetie

newt: i mean

if you were in trouble you don’t think we’d come get you?

tommy: ^^

but life360 says you’re at the burger king on 5th

minho: no that’s me LOOOL

y/n: NEWTTT ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

tommy: wtf

i’m the one who’s coming to get u

why does he get the credit

minho: no tommy you’re coming to get me

tommy: oh yippee i get to see my friend 🤗

newt: ewwwwww

y/n: EWWWWW

tommy: OH STOP IT

y/n: why burger king of all places min

minho: why drugs of all things y/n

gally: she’s not doing drugs are you guys fuckin insane

y/n: yes i am

it’s 10 mg of fluoxetine 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ONCE A DAY!!!!!!

IM ADDICTED

newt: no you aren’t, 10 mg is the smallest dose

minho: told y’all she was on drugs

y/n: ???????

minho: over the year

you’re too hyper to not be on some crack shit

tommy: oh stop that’s not nice.

newt: it’s not drugs like that minho stop.

tommy: uhoh he brought out the . at the end

y/n: it’s just for anxiety cuz i can’t leave the house without going into a breakdown

minho: she got acrophobia

told y’all she was mental

newt: what the fuck are you talking about

tommy: oh i know that word

fear of spiders 🕷️

minho: wtf no

fear of outside

y/n: i’m not afraid of outside

newt: that’s agoraphobia you fucking dumbass

y/n: 😍

i did NOT mean to send that lol oops

newt: ??

oh, okay

minho: when he’s a know it all 😍

when she’s agoraphobic ���

y/n: when he’s at burger king on 5th because he has no food in his fridge and can only afford a $1.99 whopper with the coupons from the newspaper 😍😍😍😍

minho: 😒😑

newt: LMFAOOOO

GOOD THAT

minho: british people be so annoying

saying shit like gormless minger and good that be sooo real rn

newt: i have never said gormless minger in my whole 26 years of life.

y/n: you just did bro

newt: call me bro again

y/n: bro

brosive

brother

stepbro

minho: laughed until i saw the last msg :/

newt: 😑

y/n: ok youre the perverts

minho: cant you take your prozac and turn back to normal now

y/n: so you DO know what it is..

gally: wym 'back to normal' like there was smth before this??

y/n: real i been like this for life

tommy: i got whopper and two large fries and mozzarella sticks

newt: wow

y/n: wow just call him a fatass newt.

newt: i would never, stop

y/n: 2 large fries is kinda crazy tho

tommy: i have to get enough to share with my friend

minho

gally: surprised you have friends

tommy: yeah you are not one.

gally: RUDE?

y/n: WELL LMFAO

minho: i literally already ate also gally ur not my friend either

newt: same

alby: same

gally: well why tf am i in here

y/n: well you're my friend!

gally: great.

y/n: not with that attitude..

tommy: y/n you're ok though right??

y/n: yes tommy im fine sweetie

go eat your food

tommy: okay i wish you could share these fries with me

y/n: me too :(

minho: i don't

big back would eat em all

y/n: i actually hate you

__

newt

[ 11:45 am ]

newt: hey

y/n: hiii :D whats up??

newt: idk why but this feels like secretly texting you across the room at a party

y/n: actually tho

picture me giving u a look from across the room

newt: you would blow our cover immediately

i just wanted to let you know if you needed any like,, advice or something with your new medicine i'm here for you. i take the same stuff on top of lexapro

y/n: oh really?

newt: yeah i do

y/n: newt :( thank you

i am a bit nervous to start it tbh

newt: i understand, i was too

but hopefully it'll change things for the better

y/n: i hope so

i didn't realize you dealt with anxiety n stuff

newt: more than you know

you aren't the only one and you aren't alone w it

y/n: you're sweet newt, thank you

newt: don't mention it :))

sorry the smiley was creepy

y/n: lmao no i like it

if you need to talk or anything too i’m always here

newt: yeah?

y/n: of course ): you’re my pookie

newt: one day you gotta let go of that word lmao

y/n: but you love it tho

newt: you tell yourself that

actually are you free rn?

y/n: yeah! i’m just about home what’s up?

newt: i’m bored so pick up the phone

y/n: NEWT LMAO

ok fine 😒

[plutoistireddd]

husband!simon who tails wife!reader like a lamb. wherever she is, he isn't too far behind.

he follows you everywhere. you thought riley (your german shepherd) was bad? wait until your very-grown, very-large, very-masculine husband starts doing it.

it's like having your own personal pair of bodyguards, one of which is an animal, but we digress. you can't even take a peaceful walk (with the dog) without getting funny stares... but who is there to blame? if looks could kill, simon would be in prison for mass murder. it's not his fault he has a magnetism to his pretty wife and a serious case of resting bitch face.

he slowly walks behind you when you're shopping, his fingers itching to reach out for your lower back. he sticks to staying as close to you as he can, like a kid who's afraid to lose their parent if they stray away for longer than a few seconds.

if there's something on a higher shelf you can't reach, he towers over your form and picks it up for you, tossing the item into the basket on your arm and flashing a shy, boyish smile.

ass.

he also sleeps super close to you at night, tattooed arms pulling you tight to his body, legs tangling with yours. when you're annoyed at him, you simply press the cold balls of your feet against the backs of his calves. the shriek he let out was far more high-pitch than his normal tone, and you swore you nearly wet yourself laughing as he shimmied away from your frozen toes.

he knew not to piss you off like that again.

he does respect your personal space when you need it - it's obvious. but that doesn't stop the man from watching you under sunken eyebrows as you huff and strop around the kitchen. he's waiting for the inevitable help me, please as you discover you actually can't open your own jar of pasta sauce. you finally give in and whine, holding the glass jar out to your more-than-amused husband.

even when you're on a night out and you drunkenly force him to dance with you, his hands find themselves in the back pocket of your jeans, grabbing at your asscheeks as you sway against him. he keeps an eye (or a cheeky hand) on you all the time, the protective bastard.

his personal favourite is your distant, "si, i'm going for a shower!" from upstairs, or even if he simply hears the water starting up, he's pausing his football match on the tv and taking the stairs two at a time to locate you in your shared bathroom, leaning over the sink in your undergarments as you get ready to shower.

"what are you doing?" you ask, watching him through the mirror as he starts unbuckling his belt and sliding it from his jeans.

"what does it look like?" he says gruffly, but you know he's being sarcastic. "showering." that call was practically an invitation.

"i'm showering."

"no can do, love," he reaches out for your elbows and gently pulls your half-naked form against his own. "lemme join you. i can wash your hair."

"really?" you watch him incredulously, an amused smile dancing on your lips.

"what can i say? manchester's a shitty team."

you smacked him.

author's note: let's not talk about my obsession with husband!simon, deal??

[plutoistireddd]

Forgotten? Or Just Unwanted? (TF141 X Ignored!Reader) Part Three

“They’re not coming back.”

Laswells words echo into the room, striking through the four men. They stare at her in silence, as if willing her to say that she’s joking. That you are coming back, just not right now.

That hope is crushed the second Gaz asks if she’s serious.

“They took on a solo mission- a suicide mission, basically.” Laswell pauses, watching as their eyes widen in disbelief. She can tell that you never told them about the mission. Whether or not you even tried is the question. “They left a few weeks ago.”

She tells them the exact date which only makes their hearts ache in their chests even more. They remember the date. They remember spending the entire night together, blissfully unaware that you left.

And they remember the entire week leading up to it where they continuously brushed off your efforts to speak to them.

Were you trying to tell them about it? Trying to tell them that you were leaving, potentially never to return? Were you trying to say goodbye?

God, they never said goodbye.

“Where are they?” Price demands, jaw set tight as he tries to keep from completely snapping.

“That’s confidential.”

“Don’t give me that shit, Kate.” Price leans forward, hands pressed to her desk as he stares her down. “Tell me where you sent them so we can go to them. I refuse to sit here twiddling my thumbs while they’re out there on a damn suicide mission.”

Laswells glare cuts through him as she leans forward. “They’ve been gone for weeks, John. Why are you only just now caring about them being gone, huh? Did you even notice they left? Because from the way you’re acting I can tell that you didn’t. It took you weeks to notice, didn’t it? Why is that?”

When the answer is tense silence she continues. “You would know where they’re at if you had taken your head out of your ass. Hell, maybe they wouldn’t have went at all if you just talked to them. They’d be here now, safe and sound. But they’re not. They’re out there because of you four. So tell me why I should tell you where they are.”

“We cannae just leave them tae die oot there.” Soap speaks up, voice cracking as he tries his best not to break down.

He can’t help but to flinch a bit when Laswells glare turns to him. “You have no choice. This mission is confidential, and it’s imperative that they succeed. They can’t do that with you four there. There’s a reason it’s a solo mission.”

“It’s a suicide mission!” Ghost snaps, growing angrier the longer she refuses to tell them your location.

“They asked for it!” She snaps back, voice raising as she stands up, slamming her hands on the desk. “Whatever the four of you did pushed them into taking this mission. They didn’t even hesitate. They accepted it the second I told them about it.”

“Yer joking.” Soap mutters in disbelief.

“No.” She huffs, her own anger starting to rise. “You know what’s a joke? The four of you, walking in here demanding things from me like you didn’t cause this entire situation in the first place.”

Silence settles over them once again, the words hitting hard just like she wanted them to. It’s tense, and she can tell she left them a bit speechless. It takes a hot minute before Price finally speaks up, voice tight as he stares at her with a look she’s never seen from him before- desperation.

“Please just tell us where they are.” Price’s eyes are shining with emotion, and the look admittedly makes Laswell falter.

Letting out a long breath, she collapses back into her seat. “I can’t.” She holds up her hand the second they go to argue, silencing them. “I can’t. We lost contact yesterday. I have no clue where they are now.”

Ghost immediately turns around, slamming his fist into the wall. Yesterday. If they had just noticed your absence earlier they would know where you are right now. Hell, they could’ve already gotten to you and brought you home. But instead they were so lost in betrayal and heartbreak over a stupid fucking rumor that they didn’t even register your absence until someone else mentioned you. Until it was too late.

And now you’re out there in some unknown location, possibly already dead and gone. And they would never know unless your body was found.

And despite the pain of knowing you left without a goodbye. Without them noticing. The worst pain is knowing that you left thinking they hated you.

And now they may never get the chance to tell you otherwise.

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"Career changing"

Two days, too little | Part 4 of ??

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Summary: It should have been simple; bring the omega to her new pack, fill out your mission report and get back on your merry way. But now you’re a member of the 141, have a few hard pills to swallow, a bunch of explaining to do and a lot more to care about…

Warning: None

Note: English is not my first language and I’m writing this in-between taking care of a young child, so I’m sorry if there is mistakes or it isn’t that good.

"Two days! It's been two days, and you're already leaving?" Ophelia was almost screaming at this point, her scent growing bitter in an almost suffocating way.

"Something came up, we're needed urgently." Price answered calmly, clearly fighting to stay patient with her.

Price had stayed pretty vague, giving that Ophelia didn't have any security clearance, but the gist of it is that they were needed for an op now. Unsurprisingly, their new little omega was now in the process of completely freaking out after being told that they were leaving only two days after her arrival.

"Sorry B, since your transfer hasn't been officialized yet, you can't come with us." Gaz voice was soft as you helped them pack their equipment. You could see him look toward the argument ever so often.

"It's alright, I figured it would be the case." You answered, offering him a soft smile. By the look of what they were packing, this would either be a difficult one or you had to reevaluate what was a normal mission.

In any case, all you could do right now was help and hope Ophelia would be somewhat decent during their absence.

"So you're just going to leave me??"

"We can't drop everything just because you are here."

"We didn't even have any time to get to know each other's yet! You have yet to bond me or even just scent me!"

"Here she goes, complaining about scenting when she stole the blanket I had left..." Soap mumbled, almost too low for you to hear.

"At this point, her scent so bitter it could be seen as a biological weapon." Gaz whined out softly, covering his nose. You could also see that Ghost had gotten weirdly rigid from where he was standing.

As much as you didn't want to, since this was clearly pack matter, you felt like it would probably be better for you to say something before this devolved into a snarling match.

"Maybe we should all take a step back and calm down." You said tentatively, instantly getting met with glares from the Alpha and Omega.

"I... know I have no say in your pack dynamic, but maybe we all need to remind ourselves this is a military pack..." You continue cautiously, trying to release as much of a soothing scent as possible. You couldn't have missed the deep breath Price took, and you could swear the other three men were suddenly leaning closer to you.

"And?" Ophelia snapped.

"Well, given that this pack was formed in the context of the military, it doesn't necessarily have a traditional dynamic." You start, Ophelia still glaring, Price trying to understand where you're going with this.

"Even if you don't like it, the job is an integral part of this pack, and sometimes it might come before you, as harsh as that sounds." You continue, trying not to get nervous under Ophelia increasingly venomous stares.

"But Cap, you also need to remember Ophelia is approaching this as is it was a regular pack, because, well, that's probably what she knows best. So... you know..." God, how could you run into suppressive fire without issue, but got how so incredibly nervous under their stares?

"Keep everyone's point of view in mind?" The two other beta said in unison.

Price let out a long sigh, running a hand over his face before speaking. "Ophelia, trust me, I do understand you're unsatisfied with your first days here. I promise you we will have a real talk about everything once we come back from this mission."

"And how long will that be?" Ophelia said, clearly still ticked off, but no longer on the verge of snarling.

"It could be two days, could be a week, we don't know."

"So you're just leaving me alone?"

"You won't be alone, B is there."

Great...

The last few days had been awkward at best, miserable at worst. Ophelia hadn't studently sweeten up to you, but it was clear she was starting to understand she couldn't really keep blowing you off. She was a tinny omega on a still unfamiliar military base full of recruits and the army didn't always attract the greatest of people at the lower ranks. Who were you kidding, it didn't attract the greatest of Alphas...

All to say, she had been force to relied on you more than she would have like and it was clear she was doing so begrudgingly. She had taken to follow you to and from the mess and stay in the barrack the rest of the time. At the three day mark of the 141 absence, you had ask her if she wanted to comes watch you train some of the Privates, trying to give her a safe excuse to go outside a bit. She had just look at you as if you had ask her if she wanted to help you murder kittens...

So, for now, you were sticking to escorting her for breakfast, diner and supper. You couldn't help but think this wasn't sustainable, but what were you going to do about it? She wasn't your omega and you weren't her pack.

Now, by the end of the fourth day, you were making your way to the barrack to go fetch her. That is, until something caught your eyes. You knew for a fact the squad wasn't back yet, but you could see the door of their barrack -that was situated directly at the left of the one you and Ophelia shared- was slightly opened.

That had you instantly on edge. Completely foregoing your own barrack, you approached the open door on light sept. You really wished you had more to defend yourself then the cow shape taser that was hanging from your belt with your keys right now...

You pause at the door listening in and checking the lock. It wasn't broken, but you could tell it had been forced. You entered carefully, not hearing any movement from the outside. You hadn't been in their barrack more then once before so you couldn't tell if something had been moved, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Your instincts were on edge, your beta raging with anxiety inside of you.

Then it hit you. It wasn't that there was an unknow scent in the barrack, but the specific lack of it. The door had been forced, someone had to have had been here today, but you couldn't smell any lingering scent. That was more distressing than if there had been one.

As you carefully moved around, surface that should have hold the boys' scent didn't, as if cleaned of them. You could see the pattern as you moved through the barrack. Places and thins someone had touched then cleaned, clearly thinking no one would ever notice the blank spots.

You made your round and decided to finally make your back to your own barrack once you didn't find anyone or anything too obviously out of place.

Your were meat with a scent you never thought you would have gotten used to as you got outside; an Omega in distress. Your head snapped quickly to the right, seeing a women with an hard expression holding onto Ophelia's wrist too tightly to your liking. You couldn't hear their conversation, but the anxious look on Ophelia's face told you enough.

"What's going on here?"

"Nothing that concerns you, Private." The woman said, keeping a hold of the omega's wrist.

"Sergeant, not Private. And it has everything to do with me when your hand is on my pack's omega." You said sternly as you got closer, stepping beside Ophelia protectively. A little lie, but one wort it to keep her safe.

"Think on it carefully, miss Shepherd." The woman said in a clip tone to Ophelia before letting go and walking away.

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Jorge, to Gally and Y/N: Do not add to the population.

Jorge, to Brenda: Do not subtract from the population.

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"Career changing"

Call me B | Part 3 of ??

Part 1 here | Series masterlist

Summary: It should have been simple; bring the omega to her new pack, fill out your mission report and get back on your merry way. But now you’re a member of the 141, have a few hard pills to swallow, a bunch of explaining to do and a lot more to care about…

Warning: None

Note: English is not my first language and I’m writing this in-between taking care of a young child, so I’m sorry if there is mistakes or it isn’t that good.

You're first morning as a member of the 141, and you just had to wake up at the crack ass of dawn... Not because that's what they expected it of you or because Price had some special training planned, it was just because you are used to it. Your ex CO hadn't been a demanding man per say, but he had had his quirks. And after a couple of years of waking up this early with your old team, it's not like you would suddenly stop waking up this early all on your own. Old habit die hard, and all that jazz.

What you hadn't expected was to hear your name being called while bringing your way outside to go for your morning run. Not your rank, not your callsign, but your actual name. You couldn't remember the last time someone called by it. You still hadn't fully woken up and hadn't fully register what was going on when you spoke next.

"Call me B."

"B?"

"B negative, my callsign." You mumble tiredly.

You tried turning around to look at however was talking to you, but a large hand was placed on your head before you could fully. You only caught a glimpse of dusty blonde hair and a strong, scared profile before the hand gently guided your head forward again. That when your tired brain finally caught on the fact that it was Ghost that had called for you.

"What are you doing out?" He asked, is voice much more soft then you had anticipated.

"Daily training."

"At four in the morning?"

"Yeah?"

"Go back to bed, B."

"But-"

"Not buts. This is an order, Sergeant. Go back to bed, or I'll tell the Captain." He said in a stern but still soft voice. A notice shiver ran through you, the low velvet of the Alpha's voice doing something to your instincts, earning yourself a soft chuckle from him.

You both knew he theoretically didn't currently have the authority to force you back to bed since you were still on your own time, your day having not started yet. Even if you knew you didn't actually have to listen to your Lieutenant right now, something in you still didn't want to ignore the Alpha's demand.

"Al-Alright..." you mumbled out.

"Good Beta." For all your judgment of Ophelia for having referred to Price as "Alpha", you currently couldn't stop the heat from rising to your cheeks at Ghost words. He gently released your head as you shuffled your way back to your barrack.

You never found sleep again that night, not with the strange intensity at which you beta was buzzing with excitement.

"B negative? What kind of callsign is that?"

"It's too long to be a good callsign."

"It's B. Just B. The only time anyone ever used the 'negative' part was while writing reports."

"Is it like the blood type or a bad joke about you being a beta?"

"Seriously, what ye did to get that callsign?"

You knew they were just being curious, trying to get to know you, but you really didn't feel like having to explain that one. "It's a long story..."

"I want to hear it."

"I'm sure B will tell you once she'll feel ready to." Ophelia's syrupy sweet voice cut through the discussion from where she was sitting beside you. You could almost ear the 'itch' you knew she had so clearly wanted to had after the B.

You had been quietly co-existing all morning until the boys had showed up so you could all walk to the mess hall together. She had constantly been weaving around you since the three of them had come to fetch you both, keeping herself between you and them while claiming she felt safer close to you.. Soap had commented that it was "quite adorable" to see she was sticking to you for protection, his voice playful, but there had been an edge of sourness tinting is scent that you hadn't missed. Even now, she had managed to push you at the edge of the table, sitting herself in the only spot next to you.

At least your first night with her in your shared barrack hadn't been anywhere near as eventful as she had made the last two weeks be. A small mercy, but you suspect it might not last.

"I'm sad, I was hoping Alpha Price would be here this morning." Here she went again with the seemingly genuine use of designation. You really hoped the second-hand embarrassment wasn't leaking into your scent as much as you thought it was, and you really had to try to convince yourself that this was different to what had happened with Ghost earlier than morning...

"The Captain was occupied."

"With something so important that he couldn't eat breakfast with us?" She asked, her smile suddenly looking much more strained.

"It happens sometimes. Military and all."

"It's just that it's already been two days, and we have yet to share a meal as a pa-"

"You're not pack." Ghost interrupted sternly before getting elbowed by Gaz.

"What the Lieutenant means is that we are happy to have you here, but, you know, we still have to make sure this is a good fit for everyone. Wouldn't want someone getting stuck in anything they didn't want." Gaz said, giving Ophelia a rather placating smile.

"You don't have worry, I'm more than happy to be with this pack."

"We know, we know. We just need to make sure it's a good fit for everyone."

The tension that followed the growing silence was undeniable. You couldn't help but feel you were being witness to a discussion you should have had nothing to do with, squad member or not. Your head had started to spin with how charged the air was getting, a mixture of sourness and a hint of shar coloring the scents around you.

"Anyway..." You started softly, testing the water.

"Are they doing artillery practice today?" You asked, trying to change the subject and ease the tension. You were meat with four pairs of eyes slowly snapping towards you, three clearly confused and on rather annoyed.

"How do ye know that? They haven't even started yet."

"By smell?..." You said hesitantly.

"By smell?"

"You know... Artillery shells have a specific scent..."

"Wait. Is that the weird scent that's been sticking at the back of my throat all morning??"

"Probably." You chuckle out watching Ophelia's confused face. That was probably the most genuine reaction you had seen from her since you meat her.

"You can smell the shells they took out of the armory from here?"

"Not from here. But, you know, I caught the scent while we were making our way to the mess."

"Ophelia, I could understand since she's an Omega, but you must have the best nose we've ever seen on a Beta if you can actually smell that..."

"What next? Ye're going to tell us you can tell C4 from Nitroglycerin by scent?" Soap asked as a joke.

"Well, no, but it's not like I ever took the time to sniff different explosives just to memorize their specific scents..."

You never thought answering Soap's joke genuinely would lead you here; sitting on the floor of their barrack, passing around vials of clear liquid to sniff. As they had said: if you truly had a nose good enough to tell explosives apart by scent, and the only reason you couldn't do it yet was because you had never had a good smell of most of them, they would solve that.

They had managed, you truly didn't know how, to convince one of the K9 handlers to lend them a training quit and were not trying to see if you could consistently identify the scent samples. It had even turn into a little competition. Soap claimed that, as a demolition expert, he would obviously win and Ophelia retorted that neither him or you could beat her obviously superior omega sense of smell. Turned out every samples smelled "vaguely explosive" to Soap and Ophelia, although it was true that her sense of smell was incredible, didn't know enough about explosive to remember all the names correctly. You, for your part, were starting to develop quite the headache, but you couldn't help but find this rater fun. Did you all look like a bunch of idiots? Probably. Put this was helping break that awkward tension you had been feeling and show you the 141 were also human and not just the "mythical" unit everyone had always been talking about.

It was all fun and game, trying to correctly identified the vials Gaz was handing the three of you, Ghost keeping track of everyone's accuracy. That is, until you studently froze, instincts warning of something off.

"Are ye two okay?..."

You had barely any time to look over and see that Ophelia had had the same reaction before it appended.

"When I heard that some moppets were going around bothering other officers and being up to no good, I was truly hoping it wouldn't be my moppets." Price said drily, appearing at the door.

There was a long pose were the three man stared at the Captain before trailing back towards Ophelia and you, eyes full of what you could only describe as wonder, even faced with the annoyed Alpha.

"What are you even doing?"

"Well... we discovered B as a really good sense of smell and we were trying to test it."

"B?"

"B would be referring to me." You say, trying not to laugh at the hole situation and how Soap was still looking at you in pure aw at the fact you had seemingly sense Price approached before any of them did, just like Ophelia.

"Nevermind. You can all explain yourself later, we have an urgent briefing to get to."

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Omegaverse

all my omegaverse works!

Standalone Oneshots:

Alpha Price x Omega Reader

Omega 141 x Alpha Reader

Omega Simon x Omega Reader (background poly 141)

141 x Trauma Bonded Reader

Sensitive Nose

Designationless Reader x Poly 141:

Original Concept

Possessive Behaviour

To be Seen is to be Loved

After-Missions

First Time in a Nest

Bad Mission

Personalized Pheromone Perfume

Childhood Box

Phantom Scenting

Candles

Good pack

Synthetic Scent Procedure

Slighty Showing

(Not “canon”) Gaining Designationw

What Would I Have Been?

Tactical Cuddling

Seeking the Nest

Noises

First Few Weeks

Neglected Omega Reader

Neglected Omega Reader x 141

Fluff Take

Hurt/No Comfort Take

KorTac Steps in

Emotional Support Omega Reader

ES Omega Reader x 141

Es Omega Reader x 141 p2

ES Omega Reader x 141 p3

Social Butterfly's Yearning

Feral Reader

Scent Desperation

Nightmare

Headpats

Cravings

Sad Eyes/Hospital Stay

Crumbs

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The first few weeks with the 141 were… strange. Moreso for them, truthfully.

Not bad- just strange.

You could tell they weren’t sure what to make of you at first.

They were used to reading each other without words- the shift of a scent, the pull of an instinct, the push and pull of social cues as natural as breathing. But you were an anomaly. No scent to catch onto, no designation to categorize you, no instincts that guided your actions.

You could feel it in the way they watched you. Not with suspicion, but with an unspoken wariness, as if they were trying to solve a puzzle without all the pieces. Honestly, it was still much better than the way a lot of other units treated you.

John was the first to adjust. He treated you no differently than any other soldier nor did he single you out, though there was a quiet sort of patience in the way he spoke to you, as if giving you space to find your place. You caught him watching you sometimes, thoughtful, assessing- but whatever thoughts he had, he never voiced them, and you didn’t feel like he was thinking badly of you.

Ghost… was harder to read. He was distant but you could feel the hesitance in the way he kept a careful distance at first, as if unsure how to act around you. He wasn’t standoffish, just… cautious. It took a while before his posture around you eased, before he stopped looking like he was waiting for something from you that would never come.

Soap tested it the first week by standing too close, brushing your arm as he leaned over to look at your tablet, waiting for any possible reaction.

Nothing.

No subconscious shift in posture, no inhaling of his scent, no reaction at all. You only glanced at him for a moment before turning back to your screen, as if you hadn’t even noticed he was trying to get a reaction out of you.

He blinked. “You always this quiet?”

You didn’t look up. “You always this chatty?”

Soap, again, was also the first to push past it. “Y’know, it’s a bit unfair,” he teased one evening, nudging you with his elbow as he sat down beside you. You knew the reet of the team could hear since they were also around. “Cannae scent when you’re in a mood. Gotta actually ask how you’re feelin’ like a proper conversation.”

You had huffed a laugh, tense shoulders relaxing. “Guess you’ll just have to deal with it.”

“Guess so,” he agreed so easily you were left blinking at him in open surprise. “Gotta say, makes you good at poker. Cannae bluff with your scent.”

Gaz had been the one to struggle the most. Not because he didn’t like you, but because, as an omega, scent and instincts were so deeply ingrained in how he interacted with the world. He was tactile, expressive, used to weaving himself into the unit with ease. But with you-

With you, there was nothing to weave into.

You weren’t rejecting him, but you weren’t responding the way he expected either. No subtle scent shifts, no automatic lean into comfort, no instinctual give and take. Just… you.

Gaz made the mistake of offering his jacket one evening when the air grew cold. You accepted it with a nod, but when he sat beside you, waiting for that quiet inhale- the subtle, unconscious gesture of taking in a packmate’s scent- he realized it wasn’t coming.

“You don’t… smell people, do you?” he asked, half-joking.

You glanced at him, brow slightly furrowed, and shook your head. “Not really.”

The weight of it settled between them.

Another time, he tried to offer comfort- a hand on your shoulder, a scent meant to soothe- and got nothing in return, he had hesitated, clearly unsure of what to do.

You had seen the flash of confusion on his face, the way he had almost pulled back.

So you had done the only thing you could. You reached up and patted his hand, offering a small smile. “I don’t really… get it. But I don’t mind.”

Gaz had studied you for a moment, then exhaled a quiet laugh. “Alright,” he had murmured, giving your shoulder a squeeze before letting go. “We’ll figure it out.”

And they did.

It took time, but eventually, they stopped hesitating.

John still gave orders with the same confidence, Ghost stopped treating you like an unknown variable, and Soap- well, he was always himself.

Gaz, despite everything, still fussed.

It wasn’t the same as what he did with the others- there was no instinctual scenting, no designation-motivated soothing. But he still checked in, still sat beside you during downtime, still pestered you when he thought you were overworking yourself.

You were different. They didn’t fully understand it, but it didn’t matter because by then?

You were one of them.

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murderess housewife reader x cleaner gaz (and 141) an: trying something new :) i really like this one but its super long i'm working on so i'm dropping this to test interest. (not edited.. be kind)

// mentions of murder, disposal of corpse + not too explicit description of said corpse, brief mentions of sexual harassment

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You didn’t mean to. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself. 

Repeating it like a prayer, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. 

You *didn’t* mean to. 

Staring at the blood on your hands you let out quivering breath after quivering breath, the air burning your throat as your chest heaved. It was a sickening sight, the man on the floor leaking out blood. The way his eyes glazed and popped from his skull, you could see the color draining out of him. His entire form dulling like the switch back to black and white in The Wizard of Oz.

How long had you been sitting there? Hours. Maybe. Definitely. Had to be…you could hear your husband’s hard footsteps entering the home, Kyle came home at 5 on the dot. The familiar sound of him hanging up his keys and tugging off his boots snapping you out of your trance. You’d had hours to do something. At least three. And here you were gawking. 

You let out a strangled sob as you quickly crawled away from the body, your hand coming up to muffle the noise. You can taste the blood on your palm as your mind races. What do you do? You’re covered in this man’s blood, it's sinking into your apron. Staining the leather of your heels. The ones you’d begged him to buy you, expensive. And now they were ruined. 

“Baby doll? You asleep?”

You could hear his voice from your position on the floor, your back pressed against the wall. That playful tone, the one he used when he was about to rouse you from a nap. The fake whisper. You could hear the grin in his voice, the leather of his jacket as he lowered himself into that pouncing position he’d sneak up on you in. “Love?”

You drop your hand to rest in your lap as you hear him slip into the dining room to look into the kitchen. A sob escaping your lips as your eyes meet his. “Kyle..”

You don’t know what you expected. Him to yell? Call you crazy? Leave? You didn’t, however, expect him to drop to his knees and take his hands into yours. “Baby..? Are you alright?” He’d taken your bloody hands and pressed kisses to them, his thumbs rubbing your wrist as he cooed soft reassurances to you. Asking you over and over if you were hurt. 

If *you* were hurt?

“The.. the..” You tried to raise a shaking hand to point over his shoulder, your voice raw and quiet but he just clung to you. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of that. Are. You. Okay?”

He didn’t move until you nodded, a tear slipping down your face as he cupped your face. “You did what you had to.”

He whispered those words with so much conviction, his eyes burning as he gently helped you to your feet. “Go take a bath, clean up.”

You’d soaked for what felt like hours, sitting in the murky brown water. You’d tried to refresh the water but what was the point? Everytime you thought you’d gotten everything off you found blood caked up somewhere else. You could hear the hushed voices from the living room, a few men muttering. The sound of bags zipping open, doors opening and slamming shut.

After you’d finally pulled yourself from the bath you wrapped yourself in a robe, padding into the living room. You resisted the urge to gag as you watched two men gently placing the dead man into a large square of pleather. 

Kyle instantly rushed to your side, taking you up in his arms. “Honey.. You know the boys, yeah?”

You didn’t have the stomach for pleasantries, to offer a glass of lemonade like the perfect little housewife you are. You just nodded.

You've made dinners for these men more than once; Johnny, John, and Simon. They were like family. Of course Kyle would call them to handle your mess. 

“Simon is going to take you to the bedroom to talk,” Kyle says gently, wiping your face. “Ask you a few questions… you’re okay.”

You wrap your arms tightly around yourself as Kyle gently passes you to Simon, a silent conversation passing between the two before he leads you back towards the bedroom. 

And, of course, Simon doesn’t waste any time, “What happened?”

“Stabbed him,” You fight back a loud sob as the words leave your mouth, like speaking them made this any more real than it already was.

“No tears, we ‘aven’t got time for tears.” Simon grunted out, holding your face firmly. “I know you stabbed him… stabbed him quite a bit. Need to know what led to that.”

“He came into the house–”

“Why was he in the house?” Simon interrupted.

“The.. he was checking for termites.” You whisper out. “The annual check up. He came in and when… when he was checking the kitchen he tried to touch me.”

“To touch you,” Simon repeated, nodding. You could see his jaw clench as he ran his thumbs over your cheeks. “Where’d you get the knife?”

“Knife block.”

“That lil Paris Hilton number you’re so proud of?” He asks. “The pink ones?”

“Yes..” 

“Where is the knife now?” He asks, carefully.

“In… in the trash.” 

You could see the wheels turning in his head as he pulled away from you, “Stay here.”

“Okay.”

[plutoistireddd]

pregnant!assistant reader who suddenly finds her boss and his team moving into her home, Price immediately upping the security system and locks around the house

Simon starts on the nursery, letting you sit in the nice big rocking chair you picked out, bossing him around on how you want the walls painted

Kyle and Johnny start working on baby proofing until your house is the safest place a baby could be, and you still had 7 months till they were here

Kyle would be the most willing to go out to the shops when late night cravings hit, it also makes him your favorite for the next 24 hours because “he was sweet enough to go get my pickles!”

“pretty you have two other jars-“

“i wanted SPICY pickles John!”

however these men are total messes when it comes to the hormones, the first time you burst into tears, crying about “simon raising his voice at you”, all he had done was scold you for trying to use the stepladder

[plutoistireddd]

pregnant!assistant reader who suddenly finds her boss and his team moving into her home, Price immediately upping the security system and locks around the house

Simon starts on the nursery, letting you sit in the nice big rocking chair you picked out, bossing him around on how you want the walls painted

Kyle and Johnny start working on baby proofing until your house is the safest place a baby could be, and you still had 7 months till they were here

Kyle would be the most willing to go out to the shops when late night cravings hit, it also makes him your favorite for the next 24 hours because “he was sweet enough to go get my pickles!”

“pretty you have two other jars-“

“i wanted SPICY pickles John!”

however these men are total messes when it comes to the hormones, the first time you burst into tears, crying about “simon raising his voice at you”, all he had done was scold you for trying to use the stepladder

[plutoistireddd]

Alpha!ghost with an insanely sensitive nose vs omega!reader whos scent glands were damaged during captivity.

Ghost had always had this issue, even the nicest scents made his nose wrinkle by sheer intensity. It makes socializing hard because whenever someone tries to put out a happy or calming scent, it only serves to agitate his senses.

Ghost has learned a few tricks to mitigate this. Mostly by wearing either a balaclava or mask with specialty scent dampeners. Still, its annoying that even his packmates have to wear scent blockers to avoid giving him migraines all the time. Hes basically forced to be a social outcast, because not matter how much he wants to cuddle with soap or gaz, the scent that lingers on him afterwards makes ghosts head spin.

Then he meets you, and your scent doesnt make him want to recoil. In fact, its surprisingly tame compared to everyone else, a welcome reprieve. Then he sees it, three small scars running parallel to eachother, right across your scent glands. Ghost, hes curious and maybe a bit socially rusty, okay? So of course his first instinct is to gently bully you against a wall, lift his mask just enough, and inhale right against your neck.

You freeze, because ever since that happened to you, no one has given you a second glance. But the alpha on this new team is all of a sudden huffing at your weak scent glands a purring? Its so unfamiliar that is has you going pliant just to see what would happen. "You smell good." He comments. Like a creep. "Fuckin' amazing, love."

From there, its like you become ghosts emotional support omega or some shit. Hes always trailing after you, a hand on you with an intense gaze that is definitely not work appropriate. Youve come to expect ghosts face at your neck whenever you are alone. It makes you feel just a bit powerful, having a big alpha following you around and begging for a sniff of your scent.

It makes you feel whole. Like what was taken from you isnt all gone. Sure, you struggle socially without a scent for others to pick up on, but ghost understands you perfectly. His insane senses paired with your weak scent, its like there was no other way.

you two are having a great time cuddling, sharing meals, chatting, just doing anything you couldn't do with others. Silently, a small betting pool starts about how long it will take before you two a sporting claiming marks.