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brunhielda · 1 day ago

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Three weeks later…

Things have gone from concerning to down right hopeless. Forget a job without gropey managers, she can’t find a job at ALL. She is down to her last $50 and is considering going down to the Second Time Around to pick up a dress that would be suitable for Candy’s line of work. At least then she’d be CHOOSING the when and where.

But then there is a call.

Some how her resume crossed the right desk, and can she please come in for an interview for a lower level secretary job tomorrow at an address in a part of Gotham that she never stepped foot in, not even on one of those Wayne funded field trips?

She pulls out a blouse her grandmother sent her years ago and spends $10 on a pencil skirt.

It is only after she is walking out of the surprisingly successful interview that she realizes not only is there no way her resume made it this far up town, but they had her typing speed, which she didn’t even think was impressive enough to put on her resume?

Was this Red Hood? It doesn’t seem his style… but people have said things about the Bats. About good turns becoming second chances.

Anyone who lives paycheck to paycheck knows the Bats are in good with the Waynes. Probably saved their lives enough times to gain infinite favors. It wasn’t a job AT Wayne industries, but it could be a subsidiary, or just a string pulled with one of Wayne’s buddies.

Which made this… a thank you? From the Bat himself perhaps? Mary stopped stock still in the street as the thought came to her- she wanted to throw up.

She didn’t do it for a favor. And she didn’t want a favor from someone who turned a sweet kid a year younger than she was into… into whatever you would call Red Hood these days.

She hadn’t even told anyone. But paramedics had been there to hear the yell, and the “report.” And to collect her name for paperwork. And paramedics deffinetly talk.

Could she afford to turn down this job? It was a GOOD job. She might even be able to move into a better apartment if she skrimped for awhile… just this morning she had considered standing corners, did she really think her pride was that important now?

She is still biting her lip in indecisive anxiety when she enters her apartment and finds her window open, her previously favorite sweater hanging off the fire escape.

The stain hadn’t come out. She didn’t think it would. Someone had dyed it in tie-dye browns and reds so you wouldn’t know what you were looking at unless you already knew. She runs a hand inside the fabric- it is soft in all the right ways.

“Sorry about the paint job” comes a voice from above, “But I figured better than nothing.”

Mary is frozen for a moment, then takes a breath and forces herself to relax. She doesn’t look up.

“It’s nice,” she tells him, “You even mended my torn pocket.”

“You’d be suprised how many clothes you mend in my line of work.”

“You mean vigilaties don’t come with thier own tailors?”

“Only the really swanky ones.”

He had slowly eased himself down to her level of the fire escape and was standing next to her. She could feel him staring at her. She chooses to continue admiring the sweater. The stitches are almost impossibly small.

“How did you know?” he asks, very quietly. She decides to be honest rather than flippant.

“I didn’t. You have a bat on your chest and I panicked.”

There is a grunt.

“Are you…?” She hesitates, but turns slightly, still not quite looking at him. Maybe if she didn’t see that imposing figure, that red helmet, she’ll hear something of that kid all those years ago. “Are you him? The Robin that…” she can’t even finish the sentence.

“That’s kind of privileged information,” he admits without admitting anything at all, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go spreading it around.”

“I didn’t tell anyone the first time.”

“I know.” There is something in his tone, not aggressive exactly, but she knows suddenly that if he thought she’d gone spreading rumors about Red Hood, even after saving his life, this would be a very different conversation.

“I don’t know how they found me- don’t know how you found me really, but at least you live round here somewhere- but SOMEONE made me a new resume and got me a fancy new job up town. I hope you know who?” She feels like she’s rambling.

“I didn’t ask him to,” he says in a little annoyed huff, “but yeah, I know who. It’s not a trap or anything like that. It’s a decent job, honest.” And there he was. Under the new gravel. There was Robin.

“I don’t want it. I need it. I’ll probably take it, but I don’t want it.”

“Wha-?”

“I know you have no idea who I am but for one miserable week of my life you were my only friend and then you were dead, and that feels like his fault.”

She is looking up into his face now. He isn’t wearing the helmet. He has on the jacket, but he has gone with the black mask over the eyes people sometimes saw him in when the helmet got cracked. It is still impossible to read him, but… There is still a little bit of what she remembers, around the hairline. He still has that little curl over his right eye.

“I don’t want favors from someone who let a kid younger than me fight crime on the street til he died.”

There is a glint in his eyes. He is either very angry or trying not to cry. Or angry that he is trying not to cry. There is a concerning few moments where the silence stretches on and Mary is a little concerned that she is about to be punched in the face for calling Red Hood a kid.

“Don’t take it because it’s a favor from him. Take it because in a fairer world you would already have that job.”

She allows herself a tiny smile.

His cracks into a mischievous grin.

“You don’t have to be so contrary Mary.”

“Fine,” she huffs, with a bit of a sniffle, “but I don’t promise to like it. They don’t even have good coffee up there.”

“Oh I know- they filter all the ash out of it.”

“Is THAT what it was? It was like drinking brown water.”

He’s still there 20 minutes later.

They ended up sitting side by side on the fire escape. She was wearing her new-old sweater, he was kicking his feet out in the air like they were both 10. He talked like she was just a friend he hadn’t seen in awhile. She told him about graduation and getting out of her mother’s house. He quoted something from Shakespeare in a morbid reference to being back from the dead. She wasn’t sure if that was literal or metaphorical, and wasn’t about to ask.

“In case I wasn’t clear earlier,” he finishes quietly, “Thanks. I wasn’t looking forward to a return visit.”

She thinks about decapitated heads, and blood, and a brightly colored Robin on another fired escape, and softly takes one of those huge hands in hers.

“I’m really glad you came back.” Silence. “I know you don’t want me to say anything, and I won’t. But if other people DID know, they’d be glad you’re back too.”

He doesn’t say anything, but gives her hand a squeeze before standing up and moving away up the fire escape. She remains sitting where she is.

“See you around Miss Mary,” she hears from the roof of her building, several stories above her head, “Stay out of trouble now.”

“Only if you do!”

There is a loud surprised laugh from above her and then he was gone, leaving her there with her new-old sweater, her newish pencil skirt and her new-new job details in a notebook on her lap.

He was bigger and much more intimating, but the little lost Robin was BACK, and that was a much better reason to smile than Gotham gave most people.

Mary doesn’t stop smiling for a week.

I really like the whole “other members of the Batfam can mimic the Robin, report! to a degree where they actually respond as if it’s Batman,” but I raise you:

What if other Gothamites learned to do the same thing?

The first time it happens, Jim is panicking. He’s got an injured bird on his hands and no idea where Batman is. The kid isn’t responding no matter who asks questions, and suddenly the GCPD is treated to Commissioner Gordon doing a scarily good Batman impression, to the point Robin immediately responds

Word doesn’t necessarily get out right away. It happened in the precinct building, so the only witnesses were cops. But the rumors start in bars with drunk men telling anecdotes, with officers coming home with stories, and it spreads from there.

Eventually, people know that if you channel Batman and go “Robin, report!” the bird will go from gasping desperately in pain to a robotic list of injuries. EMTs learn to do this as part of their training. The Bats don’t go to hospitals, but they will let someone do emergency first aid on them.

Interestingly, it doesn’t just work on Robin. Gotham knows, regardless of what the rest of the world thinks, that their little birds grow up to become other Bats. It’s why their rivalry with Blüdhaven over Nightwing is so vicious. That’s their little bird the city is claiming. Blüdhaven did not raise him, Gotham did.

Of course, not all of the Bats were Robin. Signal flipped someone off for trying the trick, and Black Bat pulled out a sharpie and drew a sad face on a civilian’s hand when they were trying to see how injured she was after falling several stories due to a snapped grapple line. So, the trick isn’t universal.

The most surprising one was when someone found Red Hood, half-buried in rubble with a slash across his neck, and barked out the order in a panic and he immediately complied.

It wasn’t Batman who told the city he was their dead little bird. It was the panic of a passerby just trying to do the right thing.

After all, Gotham may not acknowledge it, but all of them love their birds. They are protectors, and not just from the rogues. They help with the murders, yes, but they also do small stuff. Stop muggings. Talk people down. Slip résumés into the right hands, guide people to the right clinics.

And just how the Bats protect and help the people of Gotham, Her citizens help and protect them.

#quick little one shot #because i couldnt get that scene out of my head #red hood #jason todd #dcu #batfam #can imply romance if you want but I don’t #just someone who is really happy someone she cared about once isn’t dead #add on

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kxsagi · 1 day ago

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YAY REQS ARE BACKKK hope you're doing okay (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

can I request manager!reader and Rin (not in a relationship... to make it more fun) body swap?? like imagine reader and Rin waking up in each other's beds and freaking out LOL also having to keep it a secret from everyone else,,, Rin and reader too embarrassed to change or use the bathroom or Rin having no idea how to do readers manager duties and reader not knowing how to play soccer...

I think Rin would yell at reader for making "embarrassing" faces with HIS face LMFAO

be as creative as you want with this 😋 thank you !!!

“𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲”

a/n: writing for rin is my new hobby

and i'm doing okay and hope you are, too!

ALSO THIS IDEA WAS TOO FUNNY AND I HAD TO TRY MY BEST TO NOT CONFUSE READER AND RIN LOL

you wake up with abs. that’s the first red flag.

the second is the voice that comes out of your mouth when you gasp – low, deep, and emotionally repressed. you sit up, slowly, and stare down at the flat, muscular torso that is definitely not yours. your arms? too veiny. your legs? too long. your bedroom? gone.

and just as you're beginning to spiral – because there is no reasonable explanation for waking up in a professional athlete’s body – you hear a loud, thudding crash, followed by your own voice yelling:

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

you scramble off the bed just in time to see you – or rather, rin itoshi in your body – burst into the room looking like a haunted raccoon in a hoodie, shorts, and fuzzy socks.

you both scream.

“what did you do?!” rin yells, pointing at you with your own hand, shaking slightly. “is this a prank?! hypnosis? witchcraft?! did you– did you summon something?!”

you blink. “why would i ever summon a demon and choose you?! i woke up with your man-shoulders and your testosterone voice and i haven’t even peed yet because i don’t know how to aim!”

“oh my days,” rin whispers, like he’s about to cry. “this is a nightmare. i’m wearing your skincare. my face is wet. why is my face wet?!”

you take one look at him and shriek. “YOU USED MY TONER?! THAT’S FIFTY DOLLARS!!!”

“you’re lucky i didn’t shave your eyebrows out of panic!”

“YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT?!”

needless to say, you don’t go to the hospital, or the police, or a priest. you go to work. because he’s rin itoshi and you’re the manager of blue lock’s most emotionally constipated player, and if anyone finds out something is wrong, you’re both dead.

so now you’re hobbling into the locker room in cleats that feel like hooves, trying to walk with rin’s signature brooding stride (which is, shockingly, just a very emo power walk), while bachira squints at you and says, “you okay, rin? you look… extra murdery today.”

“shut up,” you grumble, because that’s the only phrase you know rin says that won’t immediately out you.

meanwhile, rin is holding your clipboard like it’s a sacred tablet, standing in the staff room saying things like, “hydration… cones… the… manager things,” while anri stares at him like he just suffered a mild stroke.

“you feeling okay?” she asks gently.

“yes,” rin says, eyes twitching. “i am the manager. i manage. water is wet. let’s… go.”

you text him from inside a bathroom stall twenty minutes later, hating everything.

you: i tripped over the ball. they think you have a concussion.

rin: i winked at karasu. he’s flirting with me now. also i dropped a crate of gatorade on isagi. he’s wet and angry.

you don’t reply. you’re too busy trying to figure out how to walk without looking like you have an invisible wedgie, because rin’s stupid legs are too long.

you think things can’t get worse, until you’re dragged into a training drill.

“yo, rin, ready to show off?” shidou grins.

you look down at the ball. the ball looks back at you. you kick it.

you miss. completely.

“did you just… whiff?” isagi blinks.

“i’m conserving energy,” you mutter. “strategy.”

back in the manager’s corner, rin is trying to pour water into bottles and has somehow flooded the entire cooler station. your phone buzzes again.

rin: i don’t know how to do anything. why is your handwriting so bad. why do you have five different pens. why is one of them glittery.

you: BECAUSE I HAVE AESTHETIC. why does your body smell like eucalyptus.

rin: expensive soap. don’t judge me.

by 3 PM, you’re both hiding behind the bleachers, traumatized, wearing each other’s clothes, and unable to make eye contact because rin accidentally saw your pink fuzzy socks and now you can never look him in the eye again.

“we have to fix this,” you mutter.

“i tried headbutting a locker. didn’t work,” rin says solemnly.

“we need to keep this a secret. no one finds out. we pretend everything’s normal and wait for the universe to un-screw us.”

“easy for you to say. you just have to act annoyed and avoid eye contact. i have to organize post-practice smoothies.”

you groan. “and i have to play a full match next week with zero coordination and probably pull your groin. do you want me to ruin your reputation?”

rin’s eye twitches – your eye. “if you break my record, i’m haunting you forever.”

you sigh in unison, lean back, and stare at the sky like two cursed souls trapped in the worst possible freaky friday reboot.

neither of you says it, but deep down, you both know: you might actually need each other to survive this.

and worse, you might actually start to like it.

BONUS:

you’re halfway through practice when you spot a mirror hanging on the back of the gym door. you pause. you stare. you tilt your head. then you make a face.

not just any face. the full anime girl experience. cheeks puffed, lips jutted in a pout, eyes wide like you’re about to cry over a dropped ice cream cone.

then peace signs. both hands.

unfortunately, someone walks in.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”

you scream and spin around, only to come face-to-face with yourself – well, rin, in your body – glaring at you with the kind of look that could melt a phone battery.

“you– i– my face!!” rin hisses, slamming the door shut behind him like you just committed a war crime. “why are you using my face to do whatever that was?! are you trying to psychologically destroy me?!”

you blink innocently. “you mean… the little expression practice? the soft girl bit? i thought it was cute!”

“cute?” he looks like he’s about to pass out. “you looked like you were about to cry because someone didn’t compliment your new scrunchie! i walked in and you were– were puffing your cheeks out and doing finger guns–”

“peace signs,” you correct. “get it right, bestie.”

rin makes a strangled sound. “do you know how many people saw you?! yukimiya walked past and nodded like he was impressed. isagi gave me– you– a thumbs-up. karasu said ‘you’re glowing today, rin.’ I AM NOT GLOWING. I AM HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN IN THE WRONG BODY.”

you stifle a laugh. barely.

“okay, okay, i get it,” you say, wiping tears from his eyes. “no more uwu faces. i’ll stick to your usual look: death glare with a side of existential dread.”

“better,” rin mutters, though his eye is twitching.

“although,” you continue, tapping your chin with his finger, “i do kind of want to try a wink again. like, just one? to see if i can make bachira short-circuit?”

“if you wink at anyone else using my body, i’m duct-taping your mouth shut.”

“kinky.”

“OH MY FUCKING–”

you both start yelling again. from outside the gym, bachira peeks in, sees you (rin) screaming at yourself (also rin), and calmly backs away.

“ego,” he says, walking by, “i think rin’s autism is acting up. again.”

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #freaky friday

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soaps-mohawk · 12 hours ago

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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 54: The Farm

Summary: You adjust to your life on the MacTavish farm and learn some surprising things about yourself.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 8,237 words

Warnings: Alpha/beta/omega dynamics, A/B/O, alternate universe, angst, emotions, fluff, animals, you might fall in love with a fictional dog, slight language.

A/N: I love this chapter and I hope you will too!

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You’re trying to fight the tears as they sting your eyes, desperately trying to stop them from falling as you walk back towards the house. Lily steps aside, letting you enter before closing the door behind you.

“Aw, hen.” She coos, rubbing your back. “It’s okay tae cry.”

You can’t stop them. They would have fallen without the permission, but being allowed to cry only makes them fall faster. Lily wraps her arms around you, pulling you tight against her chest. Her hand strokes your hair as she coos softly at you, rocking you back and forth gently.

“Saying goodbye is always hard.” She says softly. “I damn near cry a river when Johnny-boy leaves. It’s hard when ye don’t know how long it’ll be until ye see them again. I’m sure ye know that well.”

“Yeah.” You sniffle. You don’t know when you’ll see Johnny or Simon again. If you’ll see them again. You shove that thought aside into the deep recesses of your mind. You have enough to cry about, you’re not going to entertain those kinds of thoughts right now.

Lily kisses the top of your head before pulling back, wiping your tears with her shirt sleeve. “There we go.” You sniffle, trying to stop the flood sliding down your cheeks. There’s a wet spot on her shirt, but she doesn’t seem to even notice. She gives you a soft smile, holding your face in her hands. “Ye remind me of my youngest girl. So sweet and soft and polite. All beta. Quite the opposite of the rest of her siblings. She’s in medical school now training tae be an omega specialist.”

A small smile tugs at your lips. It makes you think of Dr. Keller and how she’s doing with her new job, how things are going with Ashley. Maybe you’ll ask John if he knows when you see him again.

“I’m sure she’ll be great at it.” You say. “Takes a lot of patience to work with omegas sometimes.”

You think about how much patience Dr. Keller had for you at the beginning, while she worked on helping you through your trauma and unlearning what the institute taught you. It had taken a long time, but you’re here today because of her and everything she did for you.

“I had an omega specialist on base for a while.” You say. “I owe a lot to her for getting me through those first few months.”

“I’m so glad ye had someone tae support ye.” Lily says, petting your hair. The tears have slowed to almost none. “I’m sure it was a great help.”

“I don’t know if I would have made it without her.” You say quietly.

“I think you could have. There’s a strength to ye. A quiet strength. I can see it.” Lily says, squeezing you against her chest one more time. “Ye’d have tae have it putting up with those boys.”

You giggle, hugging her back for a moment before she releases you.

“Come on,” She says, patting your head. “I have someone I want ye tae meet.”

You tilt your head as she moves into the house, heading for the back door. You follow, unsure who else you have to meet besides maybe the sheep.

“Here,” She says, pulling out a pair of boots. “These should work until we can get ye a proper pair of Wellies in town.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You say, toeing out of your tennis shoes.

“Course we do.” She says, slipping on her own boots. Storm stands at the door, ready to run out as soon as its open. “Ye need a pair anyway.”

You don’t argue, following her out the door.

The back yard is spacious, a garden set up in one corner, and a veranda in the other with a barbecue. You can imagine sitting out there in the summer, eating a hot dog and watching the sun set over the green hills. Storm races around the yard, tail wagging, all excited.

“Still young at heart.” Lily says as she walks down the path towards the gate. There’s a barn off to the right in the distance, a dirt road leading between the pastures.

You can see why she insisted on the boots now as the ground gets muddy beyond the gate.

“Murray is over the hill with the sheep.” She says, pointing off to the right where a hill rises. “Spends most of his day out there.” She opens a gate to the left, passing through before holding it open for you. “I like to spend my time in here.”

Your boots squelch as you walk through the muddy grass towards a smaller barn.

“Ye ever lived on a farm before?” Lily asks as you approach what looks like a chicken coop.

“No,” you answer. “We always lived close to the base my dad was stationed at. We moved around too much to have animals.”

“He was in the service?” She asks.

You nod. “Marines. It was his entire personality.”

She chuckles. “Usually is.” She pauses in front of the coop. “These are my girls. I let them out early and collect eggs.”

There’s ten chickens that you can count roving around the coop. It’s decent sized, bigger than you would have imagined.

“I leave them in there so the hawks don’t get ‘em.” She says. “Now, who I wanted ye to meet,” She continues towards the barn, the grass getting more and more solid as you go.

You walk up a small hill to the barn, something standing beside it. Something large and brown.

“This here is my coo, Mabel.” Lily says, walking right up to the cow.

You nearly die of cuteness on the spot. Mabel is a highland cow, all thick hair and horns and perhaps the cutest cow you’ve ever seen.

“Ye can get close. She’s very sweet.” Lily says, patting Mabel on the side.

You step up to her, holding out a hand. “Hello Mabel.” You say, Mabel nosing at your hand for a moment. You pet her nose, feeling the coarse, thick hair draped over her face.

“She’s due for a haircut.” Lily says, brushing some of the hair to the side so Mabel can see better. “And she’ll start sheddin’ soon.”

“I love her.” You say, scratching Mabel between the horns.

“Yer welcome tae come out here whenever you’d like.” Lily says. “Mabel comes and goes out of her barn as she pleases. She’s good for some cuddles when you need some love.” Lily grins at you. “She’s a great listener too.”

You smile, continuing to pet Mabel.

You might just like living on a farm after all.

You had stayed with Mabel even after Lily had gone into the house to start on dinner. It wasn’t even lunch yet, but still she insisted on starting early for a proper Sunday roast. Lily had been right about Mabel being a good listener. She hadn’t minded you hugging her, leaning your weight against her body, petting her hair as you told her all of your woes and fears. Storm had stayed in the field with you, running around before settling in the grass with a stick.

Storm followed you back to the house around lunchtime, when you’d left Mabel with a pat and a promise to come back tomorrow. She hadn’t given much of a response, but somehow deep down you knew she understood.

“Will ye wipe her feet with the towel, hen?” Lily called from the kitchen when you entered with Storm.

“Yeah,” You say, spotting the towel hanging near the door. Storm stands dutifully, letting you wipe most of the mud off of her feet. She licks your face before heading for the kitchen, abandoning you for the prospect of food. You don’t mind. Your stomach is growling too.

“How many sandwiches would ye like, hen?” Lily asks, bringing a platter of chips and vegetables to the table.

“Just one.” You answer. She gives you a sideways glance. “I could probably eat two though.”

She smiles. “Two it is then. I won’t have ye going hungry here.”

You don’t doubt she means that.

“Murray’ll be in, in a bit.” She says, setting a plate of two sandwiches in front of you before taking the seat across from you. “He can make his own.”

“I could make my own too.” You suggest quietly.

“Nonsense.” Lily says, waving away the idea. “Yer a guest. I’m more’n happy tae feed ye.”

“Thank you, for doing all of this.” You say, taking a bite of your sandwich.

“Of course,” She says, grabbing a carrot off the platter. “John said ye were havin’ trouble bein’ on base. I wasnae gonna let ye live somewhere ye weren’t comfortable. Besides, I’ve been excited tae meet ye, get tae know ye.”

“I’ve been wanting to meet their families too.” You say. “I’ve met Kyle’s sister but that was it before now.”

“Aye, those Garricks are something special.” She says.

“They really are.” You grin. “Like perfect angels.”

“Indeed.” She says.

Silence falls over the table as you eat, Storm sitting by your side on the floor, staring longingly at your food. You’re tempted to ‘accidentally’ drop a piece but you’re not sure if that’ll be allowed so instead you try and look away, ignoring those big puppy eyes staring into your soul.

Murray comes in right before you finish eating, toeing off his boots at the door. His pants are splattered with mud, as is his shirt as he pulls off his jacket.

“Yers are in the kitchen.” Lily says, finishing off her own sandwich.

“Thank ye, love.” He kisses Lily’s cheek before heading into the kitchen.

“I hear ye like tae read.” Lily says, turning back to you.

You nod. “Yeah, I do.”

“Well help yerself to any of the books on the shelves. The kids have some books in their rooms too. Yer more’n welcome tae browse those too.” She says, standing from the table. She takes your plate, heading to the kitchen as Murray comes out with his own plate of sandwiches.

“Did ye have a good mornin’?” He asks, taking his seat at the head of the table.

You nod. “I got to see the chickens and met Mabel.”

“Good.” He smiles. “Mabel’s a sweet old girl.”

“She is. I’ve never been around animals, outside of a few petting zoos.” You say. “But I already like Mabel a lot.”

“Aye, we’ll turn ye into a farm girl in no time.” Murray grins. “Ye can see the sheep when I bring ‘em in later too.”

“I’d like that.” You say.

After lunch you settle into the couch with a book pulled off one of the many shelves in the room. Storm has joined you, curling up beside you with her head in your lap.

“That dog really likes ye.” Lily says as she joins you, pulling out her knitting.

You smile, petting Storm’s head. “I’m not sure why.”

“Dogs are good judges of character.” She says. “She senses something in ye.”

You scratch behind Storm’s ears as silence falls over the room again and you return to reading your book. You wonder if it’s really true, if Storm can sense something about you that’s drawing her in. Whatever it is, you’re glad she likes you. It could be the opposite, you suppose. She could dislike you. You wonder what that would say about your character if that were the case.

Regardless, you’re growing to find her presence comforting. The entire house is comforting, despite the turmoil you still feel inside. The farm is a good distraction, but in these moments of silence you know you’re going to struggle the most. These moments where you have to be present, you have to face down the truth that you’re hundreds of miles from your pack and there’s still a couple weeks before you’ll see them again...before you’ll see John again. It’ll be just you and John for a while. Then Kyle will join you. Then you’ll be three separated from the two others.

It breaks your heart that they won’t retire, but you’d never admit that.

Maybe someday they’ll make that decision, but you know it won’t be anytime soon.

You shift on the couch, Storm lifting her head before settling back down, adjusting herself so she’s even closer to you than she was before, almost as if she can sense the shift in your emotions.

You scan the photos on the wall in the hallway. You’ve been roving around waiting for dinner to be ready, taking in all of the artwork and the many photos decorating the walls. Photos of Johnny and his siblings as kids, family portraits, artistic shots of the farm and the animals and the kids with them. You’ve even found a framed photo of Storm and Bron on the wall.

You pass by a shadow box decorated with military medals and stripes. You’d almost assume it was Johnny’s but you know he’ll still wear his when the occasion requires. No, these are Murray’s. Chief Petty Officer MacTavish.

“You served?” You ask as the man himself rounds the corner.

He pauses, glancing at the box before nodding. “Aye. Royal Navy. Joined as soon as I graduated. Didnae know what else tae do with myself. I was forced to retire when Johnny was still a lad. Hip injury.” He smiles as he stares at the medals. “Moved the family out here, bought a few sheep, rest is history.”

“You must be proud of Johnny then.” You say. You can piece together that his father’s history with the armed forces played a role in his own decision to join.

“Aye. Though his job scares the piss out of me sometimes.” He pats your back. “I hear your own father served.”

You nod as the two of you walk down the hall. “Marines.” You say. “I can’t imagine him doing anything else. He was...very patriotic. Spent a lot of time preaching the necessity of giving our lives to protect the country to us kids. Two of my three older brothers joined too. The rest of us went on to do other things. I never thought I’d be back in it, though.”

“That must have been a shock.” Lily says as the two of you arrive at the table. She’s setting a pan of roast beef on the table. “I can only imagine what it was like tae leave that world only to be right back in it.”

“I was in deeper than I was with my dad.” You say, taking your seat. “It was an adjustment, but I’ll honestly say I’m glad I’m getting to leave it behind.”

“I don’t blame ye one bit.” She says, taking a seat at the table. “The stress is unimaginable, even when they’re not goin’ off tae war.” She passes a glance at Murray. “I’m glad yer gettin’ this chance.”

“Aye, I’m proud of John fer retiring. It’s time he settled down.” Murray says, staring to load his plate.

Roast beef, mashed potatoes, vegetables, yorkshire pudding. A proper Sunday roast, or so you’re told.

“You know him well?” You ask curiously as you start to load your own plate.

“Aye, he’s been here a few times since Johnny joined his pack.” Murray says.

“We were skeptical at first, but he proved himself alright.” Lily says. “He’s a good alpha, and a good man.”

“But whatever magic ye worked tae get him to retire…” Murray grins. “Consider it an act of god.”

You smile bashfully, your face warming just a bit. “I’m not sure what I did exactly, besides just existing in his life.”

“Sometimes that’s all a man needs.” Lily says, giving you a smile.

The Sunday roast is delicious. It’s better than what you ate at restaurants in town during the weekends that John insisted everyone go out for Sunday dinner. It’s even better than your own attempts at the cottage, though you’d never tell Dr. Keller that.

You’ll have to get some recipes from Lily before you leave.

After dinner the three of you settle in the living room again, Murray turning on the TV. Storm lays at your feet, Bron laying between you and Murray. You’ve got a beer in your hand, cold where it rests against your leg. Murray hadn’t even asked, instead passing one to you silently. You’d taken it, knowing it would be rude to refuse. It’s not your first time drinking by far. You and your brothers used to sneak sips here and there during barbecues and holidays, and the guys have made sure to corrupt you in that way.

Still, the alcohol makes you feel warm as you drink it, chasing away the nerves that nightfall brings.

A lot of things can happen at night, and you can feel the looming darkness outside. It’s darker here than on base, no light pollution to offer some respite from the inky blackness outside.

You’ve been avoiding looking at the windows, even with the curtains closed.

Despite the nagging fear at the back of your brain, the beer makes you feel warm and fuzzy. That, and Storm’s comforting presence against your feet. It’s nice knowing there’s someone that will sense something off before even you can.

It’s late by the time you decide to call it a night. Storm follows you to your room, standing in the doorway as you pull clothes out of your bag.

“C’mon Stormy.” Lily says, patting her back. “Goodnight, hen.”

“Goodnight.” You call, watching Storm hesitate before heading down the hallway with Lily.

You get ready for bed before turning out the light, crawling under the covers. You can still smell a bit of Johnny on the pillow and blankets. You breathe in his spicy, citrusy scent. It blends with the earthy scent of John on your shirt, offering up a comforting cocktail of your boys. You wish they were there still in person, but you’ll take their scents.

You wonder how long it will be until they fade away. You doubt they’ll last the entire time you’re here.

You grab your phone from the nightstand, pulling up John’s number. He had texted you earlier letting you know they made it safe, but you need to hear his voice. You listen to it ring, holding your breath. It’s late, and you half expect him to be in bed already. He has an early morning tomorrow, unless he decides to skip working out...you doubt he’ll do that though, now that he doesn’t have you to worry about.

“Hello, sweetheart.” His voice is rough, tired sounding.

“Hi,” you greet him quietly quietly, letting out a breath. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” There’s rustling on the other side of the line. “I was laying awake.”

“Same.” you say, pulling the covers up around you.

“How are things going up there?” He asks.

“Good.” you answer honestly. “I met a cow today.”

“Did you?” he chuckles. “How did that go?”

“Good. I really like her. She’s a good listener.” you listen to his chuckle on the other end. “Storm has also really taken to me.”

“Good,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Lily and Murray treating you alright?”

“Yeah,” you say, rolling onto your side. “They’re amazing. Lily’s a really good cook. Makes me feel sorry for you that you’re going to have to eat my cooking.”

“Your cooking isn’t that bad.” He says. “I survived on it at the cottage.”

“Yeah but that was only a couple times. I can make like three things confidently.”

“Then we’ll learn together. We’ll only have to survive until Kyle’s paperwork is approved. Then he can cook. It’ll be good for him, having something to do.”

What are you going to do? You want to ask it but you’re not sure how well that will go over. What is he going to do once he’s retired? Maybe you can convince him to start a farm. It would be good for him to have some physical work to do every day. He’s used to never having a day off, and you don’t get days off on a farm.

You’ll worry about that later, when the time actually comes.

“How are things down there?” You ask. “How are the boys.”

“Coping.” He says. “Johnny pouted the entire way home. It’s not the same being just us again. We got so used to your presence it feels empty.”

A small smile forms on your lips. “It feels weird not having you here with me. I’m not sure I can survive.”

“I think we can make it.” He says. “It’s only for a couple weeks at most. By the end you’ll be sad to leave.”

“I do like it here.” You muse. “It’s cozy and comfortable and I like having animals around. Wish you were here though.”

“Soon.” He says, muffling a yawn.

“You should get some sleep. Early morning tomorrow, right?”

He hums. “Earlier than I’d like.”

“Ready to retire?” You ask.

“I can feel it coming.” He says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “You should get some rest too. I know you didn’t sleep well last night.”

You likely won’t sleep well tonight either, but you won’t tell him that. You don’t want him to worry more than he already is. “I never sleep well the first night in a new place.”

He hums again. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, John.” You say quietly, holding the phone to your ear until he ends the call.

You stare at the screen for a moment before setting your phone on the nightstand once more. You feel more comfortable now after hearing John’s voice. It’s soothed some of the nerves churning in your stomach. He’s just a phone call away, and soon he’ll be back within reach. Just a couple weeks at most. You should be able to survive that.

You hope you will.

You do manage to sleep.

There’s light coming through the curtains when you wake, and you can hear the faint clacking of dishes down the hall. You squint blearily at your phone. It’s past nine. You’ve slept in later than you meant to. They’re early risers, being on a farm and all. You realized that yesterday when you heard them moving around before dawn.

Here you’ve gone and slept in.

You get up, changing clothes before heading to the bathroom.

Lily’s in the kitchen when you get up, still a bit bleary from a rough night’s sleep.

“Morning, hen.” She says, turning from the dishes when she hears you patter in.

“Sorry, I slept in.” You say, rubbing your eyes.

“None of that now, yer a guest. Ye can sleep in as late as ye’d like.” She says, waving her hand. “I’ve saved some breakfast for ye. Let me heat it up.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You say.

“Of course I do. I want to.” She says, pushing you out of the kitchen. “Juice or coffee?”

“Juice is fine.” You say, taking a seat at the table. Storm comes over to you, pawing at your hand. You give her some pets, scratching behind her ear.

“Here ye are.” Lily says, bringing you a plate loaded with eggs and sausage and toast. She sets it down in front of you along with a glass of orange juice. It’s probably freshly squeezed.

“Thank you. It looks delicious.” You say, picking up your fork.

It tastes delicious too. You never knew a simple eggs and sausage and toast could taste so good. Lily must work magic in the kitchen. That can be the only explanation for how wonderful she can make even the simplest food taste.

You slip on your borrowed boots after you finish eating, following Lily out into the yard again. Storm trots along beside you, tongue hanging out in excitement.

“Ye ever driven an ATV before?” Lily asks you, and you notice one parked next to the gate just past the fence. You hadn’t noticed it yesterday.

You shake your head. “No.”

She pats your shoulder. “I’ll teach ye soon. I’m gonnae go grab some hay from the barn for Mabel. Ye go on ahead and start givin’ her a good brushin’.”

Lily opens the gate to the pasture where the barn sits before climbing on the ATV. You open the other gate to Mabel’s pasture, Storm running through as soon as its open. You leave it open, passing the chickens on your hike up the small hill to where Mabel stands, looking like she has no care in the world.

Her brush hangs in her small barn and you grab it off the wall. Her hair is thick and coarse, the brush catching on a few tangles. You’re careful not to pull too hard, working the knots out gently.

Lily arrives on the ATV, towing a small trailer behind it stacked with bales of hay.

“Come and help me unload this, hen.” She says, climbing off the ATV.

You shove the brush into your back pocket, treading through the grass to the stack of hay bales. Lily tosses you a pair of gloves, something you’re grateful for as soon as you put your hands on the hay. It pokes at you, a few pieces even sticking you through the gloves.

It’s also heavy.

Your arms shake as you lift one of the bales, just managing to get it up off the stack. You heft it the few feet to the barn, stacking it on top of the others. Lily lifts the next bale, making it seem almost easy.

“They’re heavy.” You say, letting out a breath as you return to grab the next one.

“Aye.” Lily says with a grin. “We’ve got tae get yer muscles built up. Turn ye into a proper farm girl in no time.”

You’re out of breath by the time the last bale has been stacked, a few small scratches on your arms where you’d pushed up the sleeves of your sweatshirt to avoid getting hay in the fabric. Somehow you’ve still managed, feeling the small pokes even through your jeans.

“Keep workin’ on Mabel, I’m gonnae take the trailer back.” Lily says.

Your arms feel like jelly as you grab the brush out of your pocket again, returning to brushing Mabel’s back. You knew you were out of shape compared to what you once were, but you think even if you weren’t that would have been a struggle. Farm work is hard and you’ve barely had a taste of it. It speaks volumes of just how strong Johnny’s parents are that they can do this every day.

Lily returns, walking up the hill to where you are. “We refill her ‘bout once a week.” She says, patting Mabel’s nose. “Can’t keep all of it here, or she’ll eat it all.”

You grin, Mabel’s head tilting as you brush a spot on the side of her neck. You’re getting covered in cow hair, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“She’ll be sheddin’ her winter coat soon.” Lily says running her fingers through Mabel’s hair, picking out a few chunks. “Things get very hairy up here.”

You laugh, brushing under Mabel’s chin as she tilts her head up for you. “I can imagine.”

“I’m gonnae go find Murray, ye stay out here as long as ye like.” She says, patting your shoulder before heading back down to the ATV.

Storm stays in the pasture with you again, happily laying in the grass while you finish up brushing Mabel.

You lean against her side, resting your head on her back. “We’ll be okay, right?” You ask, not expecting an answer, and you don’t get one aside from a loud cluck from a chicken.

You head back into the house, Storm following you. You toe off your boots at the door, wiping down Storm’s feet before heading into the living room. You pick up the book you had been reading from the coffee table, settling on the couch. Storm jumps up beside you, sitting there staring expectantly.

You stare back, tilting your head. “What?”

She puts a paw on your leg, sniffing your cheek.

“Oh alright.” You put your book to the side before scratching her neck. She leans into you, licking your arm as you scratch her. “You’re so soft.” You say, hugging her against your chest as you scratch down her back. “Must have gotten a bath recently, huh?”

You kiss her head before releasing her, going back to your book. She curls up next to you, leaning against your leg. You drop a hand to rest against her back, feeling her comforting warmth against you.

The days go by and you settle into a bit of a routine on the farm. You start to wake up earlier and earlier, adjusting to hearing Lily and Murray up and moving around early in the morning. You’re still not sleeping well, but you are managing to get some sleep at night.

John’s called every day, wanting to know how you’re doing, how you’re settling in. It gets easier and easier to tell him you’re doing alright, as you start to believe it. But no matter how comfortable you get in Lily and Murray’s home, there’s still a deep ache in your chest, a yearning for your pack, for your alpha.

You thought it might be weird being around an unknown alpha, but Murray has been careful to keep himself from being overbearing and overwhelming. Sometimes you forget he’s an alpha, but his strong scent reminds you every time you smell it. He’s not like any alpha you’ve been around before, but then again, you think he has Lily to thank for that.

You don’t know many alphas that chose to take beta mates over omegas. It was so unheard of in your circle of friends and family friends growing up. Your father surrounded himself with like-minded alphas, traditionalists that prided themselves on scoring a prize omega who could give them pups.

You suppose John had taken a beta as his mate, but you know that dynamic is different, and it became even more complex once you were added into the picture. Maybe John would have wound up more like Murray had it just been him and Kyle in the long run.

A beta’s soothing presence is enough to calm and alpha’s instincts over time. It probably helps that he’s older, those instincts less strong now than they would have been likely just a few years ago. You know alphas calm over time, those instincts settling as they get older, as they settle down.

You wonder how long it will take John’s instincts to start settling now that he’s retiring out of a high-stress job.

You’ve taken to being on the farm and helping out more and more. Mabel has become your lifeline, your stand-in therapist. It’s a bit healing, laying against her side, telling her how much you miss your pack, how nervous you are about this new chapter in your life, how fast things seem to be moving. You’ve only been with your pack for just over a year now and already so many things have happened, so many things have changed. She may not be able to offer much in terms of conversation or advice, but it’s still comforting to have someone there who can listen and not judge.

You’ve even come to know the chickens a bit, gathering eggs a couple times when you’ve gotten up early enough to beat Lily to it. You’ve had your fingers pecked more than a few times, but you’re growing fearless around them, shoving the broody ones to the side to grab their eggs.

A week goes by before you know it, settling into the clock-like rotation of life on a farm. It’s comforting to have a schedule, to always have something to do. It reminds you of being on base, of conforming to the guys’ schedules. You prefer this kind of schedule and work, though.

Maybe you can talk John into a farm. It would be good for him, help him settle into civilian life where you don’t have someone telling you what to do...or where you’re not the someone telling others what to do.

You wake early on Sunday, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you lay in bed for a moment. It’s early, but still you hear Lily and Murray moving around. You feel like dragging your feet this morning, but you don’t, sliding out of bed before grabbing clothes.

“Morning Stormy.” You say, greeting the dog laying at your door. She’s taken up vigil in the mornings, laying there waiting for you to get up.

You pat her head before stepping over her, heading for the bathroom. Lily had done some washing for you, despite your insistence that you could do it yourself. She was keen to do as much for you as possible. She said she misses being able to mother someone. Murray won’t let her. He’s stubborn like that.

You head for the kitchen, Lily already up with breakfast at the table.

“Mornin’ hen.” She greets you, pouring coffee into a mug. Murray is at the table as well, sipping his own cup.

“Morning.” You say, taking your seat and the offered mug. “You’re up early.”

“It’s Sunday. We’re goin’ tae Mass today.” Lily explains.

You hadn’t really thought much about it, though you should have guessed given the candles and the crucifix on the wall that they were religious. The idea of Johnny being raised Catholic is hard for you to grasp.

“Did ye go to church growin’ up?” Murray asks you as Lily sets a plate of food in front of you.

“Not really.” You say. “Mostly just Christmas and Easter.” As patriotic as your father was, he didn’t pay much mind to religion. Sundays were for beer and football and a good dinner.

“We try tae go every Sunday.” Lily says. “Though we don’t always make it.”

Like last Sunday, you think. They had been busy with helping you get settled in.

“Gives us an excuse tae go into town.” Murray says.

“We’ll do some shoppin’ while we’re there.” Lily says. “Get ye anythin’ ye might need too.”

You’re not sure what you might need. You thought you had brought enough to last you the couple weeks, though something tells you Lily is going to find something you need. She had said something about getting you a proper pair of boots. You wonder what else she might decide you need.

Church went well, although you had no idea what a Catholic Mass was like, nor what you were supposed to do, but you followed along well enough. Shopping afterward had gone as you expected. You got your new pair of boots, strawberry printed, and Lily had decided you needed a couple new pairs of jeans. It was true yours were starting to show the wear and tear of farm life, and they weren’t proper work jeans, according to her. You weren’t sure what that meant, but she hadn’t listened to your protests, buying you the pants anyway.

It was a nice, warm day so Lily had taken you out to her garden to help her set up for the spring plants she’d grow. You pulled weeds, harvested some of the last winter vegetables, dug holes, played in the dirt. It felt good doing something with your hands. It gave you purpose, something you haven’t felt in a while.

Sure, being an omega you had your purpose, but lately it had been a bit...mundane. You had been forced into the box of ‘sit there and look pretty and offer us some comfort,’ even if they hadn’t realized they were doing it. You hadn’t even really noticed it until now, until you got some space from it. Now that you were actually doing things, now that you had a true purpose, helping out on the farm, you realized just how deep you had been shoved into that box.

Maybe coming here was a good thing after all.

That night you cry for the first time. You’re not sure why. Maybe the dirt under your fingernails had awoken something in you, some deep crevasse of your emotions opening under your feet.

It’s a silent cry in the darkness, the moon bright through the curtains, bathing your room with more light than even your nightlight. You’d just hung up the call from John and suddenly tears are falling down your cheeks. You miss him. You miss them all. You’re terrified for Simon and Johnny, you’re yearning for your alpha, for your comfort. You want the bed to dip behind you, for his arms to slide around you and hold you close. You want his scent to wrap around you and permeate your being.

You’re homesick.

The magic of the first week has worn off and now you’re feeling the complex emotions that have been brewing under the surface. There’s a deep ache in your chest, harsh and painful. You curl up tight in a ball, trying to ease the pain of missing home, of missing your alpha.

You drift off into a hazy sleep, floating in and out all night until you finally manage to slip into a deep sleep for a couple of hours early in the morning.

You wake later than you would have wanted to, and for a moment you forget where you are. There’s a warm weight against your back, and for a moment you think you’re back in the barracks, that John is sleeping behind you, pressed up against your back.

But as you wake up, you remember where you are: hundreds of miles away from the barracks and John.

The sun is up, shining its golden light through your window. You turn as best you can, the heavy weight pinning the blankets down over you.

You’re met with black and white fur. Storm has somehow snuck her way into your room and curled up on the bed with you. Tears prick your eyes as you turn to face her, running a hand down her back. She lets out a sigh, shifting her body onto her side so her head rests on your pillow.

“Hi Storm.” You whisper, burying your face in her fur.

She lays there, breathing steady and even as you try not to cry, as you fight the emotions welling up inside of you again. Storm licks your hand, dragging her soft tongue against your skin, almost like she’s trying to lick up your sadness.

“Okay, okay,” You sniffle, pulling your hand away. You lay there for a moment longer, both of you still in the quiet morning. Lily must be out gathering eggs or taking care of Mabel. You don’t feel bad for sleeping in this time.

Storm climbs down off the bed as you sit up, stretching your arms over your head. You grab a change of clothes before heading for the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Storm is waiting in the hallway for you and the two of you walk together towards the kitchen. Lily is sitting at the table, reading a magazine.

“Mornin’, hen.” She greets you before looking down at Storm. “Mornin’ ye sneak. Sorry if she disturbed ye. I tried to get her back out.”

You shake your head. “She didn’t disturb me. I didn’t even know she was there.”

Lily hums, patting Storm’s head. “Ye must have needed her, then.”

Tears start to prick behind your eyes, those emotions that you thought you had shoved down starting to come back to the surface. You know Lily won’t judge you for crying, for being homesick, but still that fear of showing too many emotions starts to overwhelm you.

“It’s alright, hen.” Lily says, on her feet before you even know it, pulling you into a hug. “Homesick, huh.”

It’s not a question.

“I understand.” She says softly, patting your head as you struggle to hold those emotions down. “I would be too.”

Her hands rub your back, her scent strong in the air as she tries to help comfort you. You both know it won’t be enough, but still the thought of it is sweet. She’s doing her best to try and make this easy for you, to try and help you through the inevitable breakdown of missing your pack and your alpha. From what John has said, it won’t be long before he’s finally free of the shackles of the military. A few more days at most before he’ll be making the final drive up here to retrieve you, and you’ll move on to whatever is waiting for you on the other side.

It makes you sad to leave too, though. You’ve grown comfortable on the farm, adjusting to life here and its routine and stability. It’s kept you more active than anything, and you’re going to miss having an excuse to do more than read and sleep all day. Of course, taking care of a house will involve a lot more, but you know there’s only so much you can do even in that regard.

You want to feel useful.

You don’t cry as much as you thought you might. Your thoughts have kept you stable, ideas forming, plans putting themselves together. You lean against Lily’s chest, arms wrapped around her. You’ll be forever grateful for everything she’s done for you, even if she doesn’t realize she’s done it.

You pull away, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Thank you.” You say.

Lily gives you a soft smile, petting your hair. “Of course, hen. Ye know I’m always here if you need a hug.”

You laugh, sniffling. “You give good hugs.”

“I’ve been told that.” She pats the top of your head. “Now, let’s get some food in ye.”

Storm sleeps in your room from then on. You’re not sure Lily could change her mind even if she tried. She’s on the bed as soon as you open the door to Johnny’s room, making herself at home. You’re silently grateful for her comforting presence, often waking cuddling her up on your pillow.

You’ve become inseparable, unless Lily is in the kitchen, then she betrays you for the prospect of any handouts. You don’t blame her one bit. You’d be in there begging too if Lily didn’t involve you as much as she has started doing. You had asked for recipes, so Lily had taken that as her excuse to start mentoring you in the kitchen, teaching you everything she knows.

You’ve been kept busy, and you’re grateful for it.

Storm follows you around as you do your chores, self-appointed chores. You fetch more hay for Mabel as she’s running low, give her a good brush to help loosen some of her shedding fur, feed the chickens and gather the eggs, pick a few of the last winter vegetables that have ripened before helping Lily make lunch.

You even get to hold a baby lamb.

You fall in love almost instantly.

Another animal to add to your list of animals to convince John to get for you.

Your last day on the farm comes with an unexpected morning phone call. Usually John called at night, but this time catches you by surprise at the breakfast table. You got up to answer, Storm following you down the hall as you speak to John.

“Hello?”

“Hello, sweetheart.” John says. “I have good news.”

You already know what he’s going to say. “Oh?”

“My paperwork was finalized this morning. I’ll be coming up tomorrow to get you.”

Nerves and excitement boil in your stomach. You’re excited that it’s finally happened, that he’s finally free and you’ll get to see him in just a few hours. At the same time you’re nervous for what this means, for this start of the new chapter. There’s also a bittersweet edge to it, from the thought of leaving the farm after the wonderful almost two weeks you’ve spent here.

“That’s great!” You say, trying to sound convincing, channeling that inner excitement.

“I’ll call before I leave so you know when to expect me.” He says, sounding almost relieved.

“Sounds good.” You say, leaning down to pet Storm as she paws at you. “I can’t wait to see you again.”

“I know. It’s been long enough.” He says. “I have to get packing, but I’ll talk to you tonight, okay?”

You nod even though he can’t see you. “Okay.”

“Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too.”

You walk back to the table, your stomach in knots. Excitement and nerves still race through you. You’re not quite sure what to feel yet, all of it a bit too much at once.

“Everything alright?” Murray asks.

You nod. “John’s paperwork finally went through. He’ll be here tomorrow.”

Lily cheers. “That’s wonderful news! I’m sure yer goin’ tae be happy to see him.”

You nod again. “I am. I’ve missed him.”

“I bet.” She says reaching over to pat your hand.

“But I’m going to be sad to leave too.” You say. “I’ve really enjoyed being here.”

“And we’ve enjoyed havin’ ye.” Murray says.

“Ye can always visit, whenever ye want to.” Lily says, giving you a smile. “Yer always welcome here.”

“Thank you.” You say, trying to avoid looking down at Storm and her puppy eyes. You have a feeling she’ll be the hardest to say goodbye to.

You do your chores the next morning despite the fact John will arrive in a few hours. It just feels right to spend your last day on the farm doing as much as you can, savoring your last taste of farm life. You’ll miss Mabel, and you’ll even miss the chickens despite the few little cuts on your hands from sharp beaks. You’ll miss having stuff to do. Sure, you’re going to settle into your new life easier than John will, but at the same time, you’re going to withdraw from this routine you’ve grown to follow.

You spend the time after lunch cuddling with Storm on the couch. She seems sadder than usual, almost as if she knows this is going to be goodbye for now. Even Bron is at your feet, curled in a ball as you all wait for the sound of tires on the gravel driveway. Your bags are packed and by the door, including your Wellies, ready to be taken away from this surrogate home, from your surrogate family. Well, they are your family, you suppose. An extension of your pack member.

You’re not ready to get up as the sound of tires eventually does come, Murray rising from his seat to greet John at the door. You let out a sigh, patting Storm one more time before standing.

It feels almost surreal seeing John again after nearly two weeks away. He greets you with open arms and a smile, not even waiting for anything to be said. You’re in his arms almost as fast as he opened them, pressing yourself close against his chest. You’ve been without him for longer, but this time it felt different. You were hanging over the precipice of a drastic change. His arrival has been the first step in that change, the start of a new chapter in both of your lives.

“I trust you’ve been well taken care of.” He says as you pull away.

“Very well.” You say, smiling.

“And ye better keep that up.” Lily says threateningly.

“Don’t worry, I will.” He says, giving her a hug. “Thank you for doing this.”

“It’s no problem. We’re always happy to have some company.” She says.

“Ye can visit us any time ye like.” Murray says, shaking John’s hand.

John grabs your bags, the four of you heading outside with the dogs. You hug Lily, tears falling as you say your goodbye.

“Call me.” She says, patting your back. “For anything, even just tae chat. And don’t forget to visit.”

“Thank you.” You say, wiping your cheeks. “For everything.”

“Yer welcome, hen.” She says, brushing a hand over your head.

“Thank you, too.” You say to Murray, giving him a hug as well.

“Of course.” He says, patting your back. “It was our pleasure.”

You kneel down in the gravel, giving Storm a hug. She licks your cheek, letting out a quiet whine. “I’ll see you again soon, okay?”

She gives you one last lick before you stand, giving Bron some pats before you turn away, heading towards the car. Sadness but also joy fills you as you climb into the passenger seat, buckling your seat belt. You turn to look behind you, the car full of boxes, but in the seat behind John your big bear sits, buckled in.

You smile softly as John climbs into the driver’s seat, turning to look at you before he turns on the car.

“Ready?” He asks.

You nod. “Ready.”

He turns the key, the car rumbling to life beneath you. They wave as you drive down the driveway, and you watch the house until it disappears around the bend. You turn back in your seat, letting out a sigh as John turns onto the road towards Glasgow.

“Can we get a dog? And some chickens? And a cow? And some sheep?” you ask.

John chuckles. “Let’s find a place to live, first. Then we’ll talk about that.”

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clara-a7 · 2 days ago

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𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 || Oscar Piastri⁸¹

✧f1 masterlist

彡PAIRING ; oscar piastri x fem!reader

彡WARNINGS ; fluff, childhood best friends

彡SUMMARY ; you return to a karting track to support your nephew and unexpectedly run into oscar, your childhood friend.

彡REQUESTED? ; yes! (requests are open!)

彡WORDS ; 670

彡AUTHOR'S NOTE ; i’m not at home right now so I wrote this super quickly... sorry if there are a few little mistakes! But I really hope you enjoy it ♡

You didn’t plan to come back. Not on a track. Not to the sound of karts racing on the track. And definitely not to your past.

But when your nephew asked you to come with him said he wanted “someone who used to race” to watch you smiled and said yes. Just one weekend, you thought. What could go wrong?

Now you were here, standing by the fence, watching him take the corners too wide. He reminded you of yourself at his age fast, brave, a little wild.

“He’s good,” someone said beside you. “He reminds me of someone I used to race with.”

You turned and your heart stopped for a second.

Oscar.

He looked a little older. His face was sharper, and he seemed more serious now. But his smile? Still soft. Still the same.

“Hey,” you said, blinking. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“Same,” he replied, standing with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. “I had a sponsor thing nearby. Thought I’d stop in. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here.”

He nodded toward the kart speeding by.

“That your nephew, right?”

“Yeah,” you said. “His first regional race.”

Oscar watched in silence for a moment, then smiled. “He’s quick. A little wild, but he knows what he’s doing. Just like you were.”

You laughed quietly. “Some habits run in the family.”

There was a pause between you. The kind that feels heavy, like you both knew how long it had been since you last spoke.

“I’m really glad to see you again,” Oscar said. His voice was softer now, more honest. “It’s been a while.”

You nodded. “Yeah… it has.”

Wanting to break the awkwardness, you said, “I saw you got your seat in F1. That’s amazing.”

“Thanks,” he said. “It’s been… a mess, but I got it.”

You smiled. “I always knew you’d get there.”

He raised his eyebrows with a little smile. “You did?”

“Of course,” you said. “You always had that perfect mix calm and fire. You never lost your head. You just kept pushing.”

Oscar gave a small laugh. “Except when it came to you.”

You looked at him, surprised. “Me?”

He gave a small shrug, still smiling. “Back then… you were always one step ahead. You drove me crazy. In a good way.”

You laughed, a little shy. “That’s not how I remember it.”

Another quiet moment passed. This time it was full of old memories, things neither of you had said back then.

“I thought about you,” Oscar said quietly. “After you stopped racing. After we lost contact.”

Your fingers tightened around your cup. “I thought about you too.”

He looked at you with a soft smile one that held a little sadness. “It’s strange being here again. Talking to you like no time has passed. I missed this.”

Your cheeks warmed. You looked away, trying not to smile too much.

Oscar seemed like he wanted to say something more. But then, before either of you could speak, a loud voice broke through the sound of engines.

“Auntie!”

Your nephew came running up, cheeks red from racing, helmet in his arms. His eyes went wide when he saw who you were standing with.

“Wait?! That’s Oscar Piastri!” he said excitedly.

Oscar bent down a bit to his level and smiled. “You were really fast out there.”

“Thanks!” your nephew grinned proudly. Then he looked between you both and frowned. “Wait… do you know each other?”

Oscar glanced at you, a knowing smile on his lips. “We go way back.”

“Really? That’s so cool!” Your nephew turned to you, eyes big. “So can he come to dinner with us? Please?”

You looked at Oscar. He gave a small smile, looking a bit unsure.

“Only if your aunt says it’s okay,” he told your nephew kindly.

Your cheeks felt warm again. You looked at him for a moment, thinking about everything between you then smiled.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I think it’s okay.”

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ladyofstarfall206 · 1 day ago

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Kitchen Staff

Summary: Azriel’s shadows help you prepare a very special breakfast.

Warnings: None

“Now where did I put that…” A puff of white flour hazes your vision and you sneeze, waving your hand about wildly to clear the particles from the air. Wisps of inky black shadow hand you a whisk, before attempting to measure out a portion of the contents within the flour sack. You say attempted because, in their haste, your volunteer sous chefs overshot the cup and spilled on the counter.

You smirk. “I hope you’re not this clumsy in the dungeons. I can’t imagine Azriel would be pleased if his captive got away because you forgot to tighten the restraints.”

The shadows seemed to shrink back, scattering to the corners of the House of Wind’s kitchen like children being scolded. Your heart ached in your chest and you held out your palm as a peace offering. “Hey. Come here.”

The shadows slowly inched forward until they were curled up in your palm, eventually coiling around your wrists and working their way up your arm. A chuckle escaped you when you felt the cool touch of their featheight kisses against the shell of your ear. “I’m sorry guys, we’re just on a tight schedule. Azriel is due home today from Autumn and I haven’t even got these pastries in the oven yet.”

It was a debated topic among even those closest to Azriel, weather or not his shadows abided in his will alone or if they were autonomous beings. From what your experienced, they seemed to have their own agenda, as a handful of them always opted to stay behind with you whenever Azriel went out on missions. At first, he tried to force them along, but they disobeyed. You’ll never forget the shocked expression on his face when he came to that realization: they had disobeyed him for the first time. To this day, remaining by your side in his absence is the only scenario in which the shadows have gone against the will of their singer. Not long after that, the bond snapped, and Azriel informed you of the tongue lashing his shadows had given him for being slower to perceive you as his mate than they had been.

They knew. They always did. They were the only ones privy to the long nights their master had spent alone in the dark over the centuries. The only beings to know the truth behind his excuses of working late to avoid going to Rita’s when the Inner Circle had invited him. The only ones to stand with him in the corner of the crowded living room during Winter Solstice. They were the darkness that finally covered the mirror in Azriel’s bedroom when he’d spent too long standing before it, glaring daggers at the reflection of his scarred hands.

His shadows were only entities who understood his internal plea for a mate. For someone to love him in the way his brothers got to experience with their mates. A female whose warm embrace he could find comfort in at the end of the day, whose laughter would brighten the dull space within him, and whose heart would sing to his in a sacred bond. That is what he found in you, and he was thrilled.

By extension, so were his shadows, which is why you came downstairs this morning to find a cookbook flipped to a raspberry pastry recipe layed out on the counter.

“So they heard us talking last night. And you were worried it’d be too soon for you to propose to accept the bond.” Cassian grinned when he walked in behind you, a mug of tea appearing before him. “You could just have the house make it for you.”

“Yeah, but I think the gesture would be more personal if I made them myself.” You glanced at the shadows, who were mashing a bowl of raspberries and sugar into a thick filling. “I think they wanted to help. They did go through the trouble of pointing out Azriel’s favorite dessert to me, after all.”

You began to hum softly while kneading the dough, absently watching the purple sunrise crest the mountain tops through the window. Rhys already had the cabin set up for you and Az, a shiver of anticipation running up your spine at the thought. Delicious possibilities for the next two weeks flashed through your mind, biting your bottom lip to prevent the smirk from breaking through. Until—

“Ow!” Cassian stumbled back, clutching his pinky. “One of those bastards bit me… or scratched me. Or whatever the hell they do.”

You laughed, pushing past the pouting general to fill the pastry shells and place them in the oven. “They’re not yours Cass.”

“I just wanted a taste of the filling.” He crossed his arms.

“If there’s any left, you’re welcome to them. Now I’ve got to set up. Az will be home soon.”

Cassian lingered, a smug expression plastered across his features. He open his mouth, no doubt aiming to utter a vulgar comment, when the Shadows shut the door in his face.

…

Azriel wasn’t sure he’d ever flown so quickly in his life, or that a three day mission to the Autumn court could feel so gut wrenching. Every moment that he was away from you left his soul aching, the golden tether pulling unbearably tight and demanding your closeness. He missed it all; your scent, your touch, your smile. His body practically vibrated by the time he landed on the balcony of the House of Wind and his stray shadows met him at the door.

“Love?” He called out, scanning the interior of the sitting room. Azriel furrowed a brow when his shadows began drifting towards the kitchen, seemingly gesturing for him to follow them there. “Are you—“

Azriel’s words died in his throat and he halted where he stood. Auburn rose petals, courtesy of his shadows, created a path to where you stood, holding a tray of the pastries that would seal both of your fates.

“Azriel… will you be my mate?” Your voice was so soft, as if you’d be concerned that he’d respond with anything less than a resounding yes, and the hope shining in your eyes nearly made him fall to his knees.

The Shadowsinger walked towards you on shaking legs, raising a palm to cradle your cheek. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

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takenbypeter · 3 days ago

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Delivery Girl With A Date

Bob Reynolds x fem!reader

Words: 2265

A/N: Part 3: The date!! DUN DUN DUUUHHH! lets goooooo! Idk what to do after this so this might be the end of this lil series. Or it might not be 👀 idk but I hope you like it ✨✨✨ props to @sebbystans1fan16

Previous Parts:

Part 1: Delivery For Bob

Part 2: Delivery For The New Avengers

You couldn’t believe life sometimes. One minute you’re elated to even be in the presence of The New Avengers, and then the next, one is confessing his feelings for you and taking you out on a date.

Honestly it was just baffling to you. And obviously while Bob being a “New Avenger”, was a perk, that wasn’t the main reason you agreed to this date. Bob was…cute, respectful, and dare say a bit on the awkward side which you just adored. I mean with that confession how could anyone dare turn him down.

But now standing in the elevator as it descended with just you and him occupying the space you could tell just how nervous he was.

His face was easily readable. And you could see he was taking caution in even his breathing as he stared at the numbers going down. The air in the elevator was thick. You were nervous too, but honestly you liked the man too much to let nerves ruin this night.

You leaned towards him giving him a gentle nudge with your shoulder against his, “you can relax I’m not going to bite you. I mean unless you want,” his eyes widened at your remark to which you added, “I’m joking.”

He exhaled a laugh, and you joined.

“I know, it’s just…” his head tilted from side to side before he looked at you again. “I haven’t been on one of these in a long time. I want it to go well, you know?”

See that. That right there was sweet in itself. He was already so honest and straightforward with you. Even if it was the worst date in history you knew you’d still end up liking the man.

“It’s going to be fine.”

He nodded and your cheeks lifted even more, “so where are we going?”

“I was thinking, I know it’s simple, but pizza. Unless of course you’re lactose intolerant or have any food allergies.”

You rested your hand on his arm, “pizza sounds great.”

A shy smile at your touch grew on his face as he repeated that word back at you, “great.” The elevator dinged and he led the way out to the pizza place.

The place wasn’t too far. Which is exactly what Bob failed to think about.

Once arrived Bob made a point to step forward and open the door.

“Thank you kind sir,” you kid and he smiled following after you, before saying. “Figured I could at least cross one thing off of that embarrassing list.”

“Hey, I liked that embarrassing list. Besides there was nothing even embarrassing about that list.“

He led the way to a booth near the corner, where it was more secluded as you were just about one of the few people there.

“You’re right, it was just the way I said it that was embarrassing,” he remarked, guiding you to your seat before he sat on the opposite side while you shook your head at his words. “It was cute.”

“Well I’m happy you thought so.”

A waiter came by and quickly took your order. Once she left you finally relaxed in your seat looking at the man across from you. “So you know a lot about me but I barely know about you. Tell me, why this pizza place?”

Bob looked around taking in the decor. “I don’t know. I, uh…I guess at the beginning of being a part of The New Avengers team, I found this place early on and it just felt comforting. It felt safe. So I came a number of times after that and yeah that was that.”

You nodded taking in his story. It wasn’t exciting, it wasn’t awe inspiring but it was truthful and understandable.

“I get that.” You knew that feeling of a home away from home. “Did it feel like home?”

Bob’s eyes wandered a bit as he nodded again, and tried his best to make his next words not too depressing. “I wouldn’t say that.” A loud cough from a nearby table grabbed his attention but he finished his sentence, “home life was…complicated. Abusive dad, physical abuse, verbal abuse, it was hard.”

Your eyebrows raised realizing that you asked a question you probably shouldn’t have. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“You didn’t, you’re fine, I don’t love talking about it, but talking about it makes it easier to realize that yeah that’s what happened and I can’t change that. It’s just something I have to grow from. I have my down days because of it but I think I’m okay now. Really,” he nodded and again that warm smile of yours returned and he felt it again. That light, airy, heated sensation in his chest like he just wanted to see that smile all day.

Before he found himself getting too lost in it, it was his turn to ask a question. “Um, what about you, what was your childhood like?” He asked.

“Same old, same old. Arguments, siblings fighting, the usual. But now we all get along I think, so not too bad I guess.”

“That’s good. That’s kind of how I feel now on the team.”

“Your team seems very fun,” you compliment, genuine.

“They’re a bit much most of the time, but in a welcoming way. We just get each other.”

“That’s good! It’s good to have a group around that understands you.”

“It really is.”

Your food came and you both delved in, enjoying the cheesiness along with more questions as you got to know each other further. Bob’s crush on you only grew as you spent the time together and yours blossomed as well.

You two were just about done with your meals when you decided to ask another question. “Okay, so this has been on my mind but I’ve been trying to stay away from the superhero questions. I don’t want it to seem like I’m only interested in you because of that.”

Bob nodded trying not to focus on the part where you said you were interested in him. Despite him sitting across from you he still found it hard to believe that you liked him too.

“Okay so, The New Avengers? You guys all stopped that dark thing right? What was that like?”

“Ahem,” Bob let out an awkward laugh as he leaned back in his chair blinking a few times. He opened his mouth and the word, “actuall—“ A sudden loud, “cucumber! Cucumber!” Was heard through the restaurant and both you and Bob spun your head to the voice who suddenly had their back to you.

You leave it at that and turn back around but you notice Bob’s eyes narrow as he squints at the figure and then, he notices two other bodies that sat at the same table as the first.

“Would you excuse me just for one second,” he stood and immediately headed towards the figures.

Upon reaching the not so distant table he looked down at the three who avoided eye contact and lowered their caps, as if that did anything.

“What are you guys doing here?” Bob asked.

“I’m sorry I think you have wrong peoples,” Alexei’s voice rang from under his cap which Bob didn’t hesitate to grab and lift up before Alexei scrambled to grab it and place it back on his head.

“What are you guys doing?”

“We just wanted to see you were okay,” Alexei answered, waving his hands at the other two to back him up.

“Yeah we just wanted to make sure you didn’t biff this one Bobberino,” quipped John.

“Not me. I was just promised food,” Ava said smiling behind her slice.

“Okay well just so you know, this is weird. I’m a grown man. I don't need you all spying on me or looking out for me.” He waited for them to apologize, or up and leave—do something. But instead Alexei’s voice added, “what you said about team? So sweet,” his hand reached up pressing against his chest, “it really warmed my heart. But, maybe go a bit easy with backstory.”

“Yeah you don’t want to depress the poor girl and scare her off. Oh don’t mention the…” the blonde paused peeking back at your table before holding a hand up to cover one half of his mouth, “drugs,” John mouthed.

“Eh I don’t know, she seems to be into the whole vulnerability thing, I say give her the whole layout,” Ava suggested and Bob couldn’t tell if she was trying to actually be helpful or trying to sabotage him, the expression on her face was very hard to read.

“I can handle this, can you please,” he motioned for them to walk out the door and as he did he heard a ding bringing all their attention to the door causing him to spot another familiar blonde standing in plain sight at the front counter.

“Yelena? What are you doing here?” Bob asked, stepping up to her.

“What? Can’t a girl just get some food?”

“That’s a lie she’s been standing there for twenty minutes,” John shouted, outing her.

Yelena’s jaw dropped feigning offense, “what? That is not true. Sure maybe I’ve been standing for a while but this menu is just very extensive.”

“Okay, you all just need to leave. Now please, I’m begging you.” He pleads and without getting confirmation from them he turns his back and returns to you who obviously has heard basically all of the conversation.

You noticed how tense he was again and honestly you couldn’t blame him. You leaned forward, your voice a bit quieter, “hey, do you want to get out of here?” You asked and he nodded with zero hesitation.

He reached into his pocket pulling out some cash and leaving it on the table before you both made your way to the exit.

On the way out you waved to the others who just smiled and waved in response.

Once outside Bob felt like he could finally breathe again. “Sorry about them…again.”

“It’s alright they’re your family right? They’re just making sure that I’m not a serial killer and that you’re alright. It’s cool.”

“Well I’m glad you think so,” he mumbled a bit irritated but ultimately pleased they didn’t ruin the date.

Bob suddenly stopped in place and you watched his eye-line as it went past you and towards the sidewalk across from you. You peeked over your shoulder but before you could get a good view of what grabbed his attention, he excused himself again. You watched as he looked both ways before running across the small road and stopping at a flower cart.

From your spot you observed while he chatted with the owner and pointed in your direction. The two looked at you and then talked some more before the owner pointed and Bob picked up a bouquet. Handing over some cash he was quick to return with a small bouquet of beautifully colored plants in his hand.

He extended it to you, “this is to apologize for my team. And for agreeing to go out with me.”

“Aww Bob,” you took the flowers and held them admiring the color scheme that worked so well together. “I told you it was okay.”

“Yeah but then this way I get to cross something else off the list.”

You grinned again remembering his endearing confession.

You glanced down again and beamed down at the small but delightful gift. But as you looked up your eyebrows raised and you reached for his hand.

“I have someplace to show you. Let’s go,” you said, pulling him along.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere where we can cross that last thing off your list. Watch the sunset, remember?” He didn’t reply but you knew he remembered.

You tugged his arm leading him to a park you were very familiar with. The park was averagely busy but you knew a secluded picnic table located a bit away.

Once there you sat down and patted the empty space next to you for Bob to occupy. After he sat you two looked forward, staring out at the pretty view. It was comfortable. Not forced, just regular ol’ comfort.

“Sorry about your childhood,” you spoke up feeling a bit guilty about before, despite you being aware of the fact that there was no possible way for you to even know without asking.

“It’s okay.”

“…I’m not the best advice person but I am a great listener so if you ever need to talk I’m willing to listen.”

“Thank you, really. I appreciate it.” His features shifted as if he just remembered, “oh and you too, if you’re ever going through something, I can be there for you. If you’ll have me, of course.”

You smiled at him, “wouldn’t have it any other way,” it was crazy how close you felt to him.

You noticed the sky shift as the sun continued to set and another still filled the air as you observed the sky actively transforming into a purple hue. Taking in the wonder filled view you leaned your head against his shoulder and he froze under your touch making sure not to move a muscle so you remained comfortable.

“Do you think you would’ve ever made a move if your teammates didn’t basically give it away.”

“Honestly…I don’t think so.”

You hummed the sound vibrating against his shoulder and he relished in the way you felt against him. “Remind me to thank them the next time I see them.”

Bob’s eyes crinkled, the smile pushing his cheeks up before saying, “remind me to thank them too.”

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fixfoxnox · 24 hours ago

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The Cult of Sentry

Description: You're partner has proposed. The only thing left to do is get approval from his god, soon to be yours. When you meet the god, things don't go exactly as planned.

Warnings: Minor NSFW (literally readers thoughts), Cults, Sentry (not Bob, cannot stress enough), no use of Y/N, Fem! Reader, reader is down bad for him immediately, reader is implied to be a former drug user, reader is def mentally unwell

Notes: Sentry's God complex had me thinking😮‍💨 ik he'd get hard for a girl viewing him as a god.

There was something about the old house that made them anxious. Maybe it was the creaking floorboard or the ever-present shadows on the walls. Or, maybe, it was the knowledge that the decision made in this old house would impact the rest of her life. If she were accepted, she would be married and live on the land with everyone else. If she was denied, she would be back to her place as a lonely junkie on the street.

She pushed forward, making her way carefully to the back of the house where she had been instructed to wait. Finally, she reached the sitting room and took her seat, smoothing down her clothing nervously. She tried to sit up as straight as she could, hoping to appear confident as footsteps began approaching.

The house was large, but the creaking of the floorboards and an overwhelming presence told her that he was here. The living God was here to judge her. To decide if she was good enough to become one of his followers. She held her breath for a long moment, waiting as the sounds seemed to stop behind the door and just sit there, waiting.

Nothing, several long minutes of nothing. Not even a shadow peeking in from under the door, just herself, her thoughts, and the growing nerves shaking her hands and legs. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore.

Slowly, she rose from her seat, taking slow steps toward the door, wincing at every noise her feet made. No matter how quiet she was, the sound of her movement seemed to echo around the room, eating its way into her mind with a slow precision. She reached the door and hesitated for one more long minute before reaching for the knob.

Just as her fingers touched the cool metal, it twisted. The door opened with a quick pull, and just as soon as it opened, she found herself face to face with a pair of golden eyes and soft curls of brown hair. She was close, too close, practically touching noses with him, with her god. Her breath caught in her throat, and she froze, unable to move as he seemed to pin her in place with his gaze.

He didn’t move either, simply looking her over with slow sweeps. There was nothing harsh in his gaze, only a clear curiosity. What did she think of him? What sort of person did she appear to be? She could only hope that he liked what he saw. She wouldn’t know, unable to look away from those golden eyes, warmth blossoming beneath her skin.

“God,” the word escaped her lips in a whisper. It seemed to amuse him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Slowly, as though she might run, his hands reached forward to softly grip her hips. A small gasp of breath escaped his own mouth and, for a moment, she could have sworn that he was pulling her closer to him.

It lasted only a moment before his hands were guiding her softly from the door and back to her seat. She let herself be led by him, be controlled by his hands. If this being of divinity would have her sit, then she would sit.

His hands did not leave her skin as she was sat on the soft cushions of the couch, instead, they slid down her body, coming to rest at the sides of her upper thighs as he squatted down in front of her, practically between her legs. Like this, she could see him better, his face framed by the light from the window next to them.

“Do you know who I am?” His voice dripped like honey, and she leaned closer, as though she could capture the sound as it drifted in the air. She felt like someone had reached into her mind and scrambled her brains. This was her god, a fact that she needed to remember, a fact that should have had her shaking from nerves, not clenching her thighs together.

“God,” she whispered the word again, as though it would explain everything that he needed to know. Again, a small smile crossed his face, and his hands squeezed softly at her thighs, as though trying to comfort her.

He nodded, placatingly, “And what is your God’s name?”

“Sentry.” The name slipped from her tongue with reverence, made even greater by the fact that he was sitting in front of her, rearranging everything she’d ever known with just a simple touch of his hands to her bare skin. When had his hands slipped under her dress?

“Good girl,” he praised her slowly, his thumbs tracing circles along the sensitive skin, making her squirm a bit in her seat. “Sit still,” she immediately froze, desperate to listen. “Let me get a look at you.” He seemed pleased with her obedience.

His hands lifted from under her dress to grip her chin, moving her face around like he was trying to map out every curve in his mind. They fell to her arms next, then her chest. His fingers traced around the outside of her breasts, and her breathing stuttered in response. She rubbed her thighs together again, stopping when he shot her a look with a clear order. No moving.

His hands moved back to her legs, feeling down until he could slip his hands back under her dress and glide them up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, forcing her legs apart as he did. A slow hum left his lips as his thumbs glided along the edge of her lacy panties. He seemed pleased and looked at her slowly. “Who are these for?”

They were for her partner, the very man she’d come here for. The one who had left her mind the moment that she’d come face to face with him. They had been for him, for celebration. Now she found herself thinking and saying something different. “They told me to dress nice. For you.”

He gave her a hum of approval before standing up and removing his hands from her entirely. As soon as his touch was gone, she missed it. She wanted to reach out for him, to beg him to return to her skin, to allow her to worship. Instead, she sat still, waiting. It seemed to be the right choice.

He gave her a look of approval before beginning to pace the room, walking in slow, deliberate lines, glancing at her every few moments with a look that she was certain must have been desire. He wanted her, just as she so clearly, so openly, wanted him.

After a long moment, he stopped and looked at her, tilting his head. “If I did not give you approval to marry, but allowed you to join us, would you?” She was already nodding before he’d even finished his sentence. She knew the answer was yes.

“I would give myself to you, to your divinity, to your worship. Marriage or not. I would be your devoted follower if only you would let me.”

A dangerous grin rose to his face, one that spoke to his joy at the words she’d just shared. It was what he wanted to hear, and she was only glad to deliver it to his ears. He stepped closer to her, holding a hand out for her to take. She did without hesitation.

She allowed herself to be brought back through the house to the entryway where she had first stepped inside his sanctuary. She could see the crowd still gathered outside from when she’d entered. All waiting on his judgment. Waiting to see if she would be accepted.

Sentry opened the door with no hesitation, walking out and presenting her to the group with a quick flourish. The crowd had gone silent, your partner waiting eagerly at the front of the crowd. You didn’t even look at him, too entranced by the god standing next to you.

“She is accepted.” His voice resonated over the crowd. No one clapped, sensing that there was more to his words. He turned to her, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear. “You will not be married. You will be mine.”

His words left no room for argument. Not that she would ever argue, more than willing to worship him in whatever way that he allowed.

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emoisthenewemu · 21 hours ago

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YUTA OKKOTSU SMAU SERIES

SUMMARY: My man! My man! My man!

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You don't think you've ever felt this nervous in your life. You sit on your bed, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket as you pick at the skin at your fingernails. Heart pounding so loud you can hear it, taking deep breaths in and out. Somehow, the anticipation of knowing you and Yuta are about to confess to each other—finally certain that the two of you are on the same page, makes it all so much more nerve wrecking. So many things can happen now, what if it ends bad? What if things don't work out and you go back to being strangers? How could you ever be okay with that? And although you are ninety nine point nine percent positive he likes you back (because, duh) there will always be that little voice in your mind which works hard to convince you that you are about to embarrass yourself.

So when you hear someone fumble with the door handle, having left it unlocked for him you swear the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. In he walks, in baggy pajama pants and some graphic tee shirt of a horror movie you've never seen, his hair is rustled, a small smile on his face as it feels like all the negative thoughts have left his body.

All except one, an idea which cannot be entertained right now.

You can't help but laugh at the idea that this is the boy who is making you feel so nervous that your hands tremble, you clasp them together in an attempt to keep your cool. He doesn't look so intimidating as he saunters over, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist.

This hug feels more intimate than others, the closeness at which he holds you leaves not a single gap of space between your bodies. His head nuzzles itself into the crevice of your neck, exhaling a deep breath that feels as if he had been holding it the entire day. "Yn" Is all he says, almost as if to remind himself who the hell is latched onto. His hand slides to your hip, you watch curiously as he untucks himself from the comfort of your soft skin. "I like you"

Oh, he is wasting no time. You expected to dance around the subject a little longer than this. Your breath catches in your throat, unable to say anything.

"And I'm tired of.....hiding from it" Lying is the word he would rather say. The confession is on the tip of his tongue but he cannot find it in himself to do it. Especially not when he is finally certain he may have a chance with you. He would do anything for just a moment of your time. "I've liked you since I started at this school...and I thought if I would just ignore it that it would go away. Or maybe I'd just wait until we graduated but by then you'd probably have a boyfriend which means I'd never get a shot but I was fine with that. I-I've never been with someone before. I don't know how to be a boyfriend but I want to learn for you. I wanna buy you flowers and make you feel special. I want to be the only person who makes you feel that way"

You are silent, too quiet that it makes him nervous. You aren't even smiling, just staring right at him. "Are you sure?" Out of all the things you could have said-he is confused that is the reaction. As if the speech was not a plea enough.

He practically laughs in your face. "Did you not hear a word I said?" He wipes his sweaty palms down the side of his pants again. "Is the sky blue?"

"Well don't be a smart ass" A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, cocking your head to the side as you study the way it seems like every part of his body has tensed up in anticipation for an answer. "A-and Rika? She's okay with it?"

The fact that it would even come across your mind to ask a question like that lets him know that he is choosing the right person for him. You are so considerate and kind hearted, it is the thing he admires most about you. "Of course she is" He stops for a moment to think. "If she wasn't then I think we'd know by now"

The boy takes a step forward, heart beating fast but his mind feels calm. He brings a shaky hand up to cup your cheek and leans in—until he pauses and takes a shark breath in. Furrowing his eyebrows, he tries to fight the quiver of his voice. "C-can I kiss you?"

You gulp, suddenly back to being the shy one. Maybe the two of you can bond through that awkward feeling. The fine line between rushes of emotion that make you bold before reverting back to your usual self. Things with Yuta have been a rollercoaster to say the least, you'd like to indulge in the fact that you finally have what you want.

So before you can even let the words leave your mouth you grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss that certainly takes his breath away. Uncertain of where to put his hands, they rest uneasily at his sides. When you pull apart they gravitate to the place they need to be the most, cupping either side of your head to ensure he can get the best view of every square inch of your face.

Breathless, he speaks. "You're the most beautiful girl in the whole world yn"

You are honest in your emotion, a thing you have always cowered away from until now. Perhaps it is a growing point for both of you. He showers you with compliments the rest of the night, gazes into your eyes with nothing but pure adoration as you rub the skin on his aching forehead. He always looks so exhausted when you see him, it makes you worry.

So you make a promise to yourself—and to Rika. As Yuta lay asleep on your chest, your manicured nails lazily scratching his scalp you say it out loud, just to make sure she can hear you.

"Rika....I promise I'll take good care of him" You can feel the slight shift of cursed energy wavering through the air, as if she is trying to communicate something to you. "I have enough room in my heart for both of you"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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luvrgirl-f1 · 2 days ago

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part 2: fallout in ferrari red

part 1

charles leclerc x verstappen!reader

The first sign that everything was about to implode came in the form of Max’s silence.

Not the normal, focused race-day kind—the kind that settled over him like armor when he was about to dominate a track. No, this was different. This was the sharp, icy silence of someone who knew.

You felt it before he even said a word.

It was Sunday morning in Monaco. The streets were humming, sun bouncing off balconies and cobblestones. You were tucked behind the Red Bull motorhome, phone in hand, rereading a good morning text from Charles for the fifth time. It was sweet and stupid and made your heart do that annoying skip it always did when it came to him.

Then Max appeared.

“You really thought I wouldn’t find out?” he said, voice low, calm in that terrifying way.

Your phone almost slipped from your hands.

“Max—”

“I saw you,” he cut in. “Last night. Service elevator. Hoodie. Charles waiting.”

Your stomach dropped so fast it felt like freefall. “I can explain.”

“Don’t,” he snapped. “Don’t insult me.”

You took a breath. “It’s not what you think.”

“Really? Because it looks exactly like what I think. You and him.” His jaw clenched. “The guy who nearly ran me off track in Spa. The one I’ve fought for podiums with for years. That’s who you chose to sneak around with?”

“It wasn’t planned, Max. It just… happened.”

“That’s not good enough.” His voice cracked a little. “You’re my sister. And he’s—he’s not just some guy. He’s Charles.”

“And I love him.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Max blinked, thrown. “You… what?”

“I love him,” you repeated, quieter this time. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far. We tried to stay away. We knew it would be messy, but it’s not just some fling. It’s real.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like he couldn’t stand still. “So every time I joked about Ferrari? Every time I told you about a close fight with him, you were secretly rooting for him?”

“No! I’ve never rooted against you. You’re my brother. That doesn’t change just because I care about him.”

He stared at you for a long moment. Then, voice breaking, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you’d react like this.”

“And what, lying was better?”

You had no answer.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The sounds of race day carried on around you—cheering fans, engines warming up, a commentator’s voice booming over the speakers. But in that corner of the paddock, everything felt still.

Max finally spoke, voice raw. “You know what hurts the most? It’s not even that it’s Charles. It’s that you didn’t trust me.”

You stepped closer. “I do trust you.”

“Then prove it.” He looked at you, eyes still stormy. “Bring him here. Let’s have it out.”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now.”

You hesitated. Then nodded.

When you found Charles by the Ferrari garage, he didn’t even ask—just followed the look on your face, took your hand for half a second, and walked with you.

Max was waiting with his arms crossed.

The tension between them was so thick, you were sure the air shifted. But Charles didn’t flinch.

“I’m not going to apologize for loving her,” Charles said, voice steady.

Max looked at him like he’d rather be anywhere else. “You’re seriously going to do this now? You had the entire grid, and you chose her?”

“She’s not just anyone.”

That did it.

Max stepped forward, eyes flashing. “You think I don’t know what happens in this paddock? Relationships don’t last here. People lie, cheat, break. And now I have to watch you break her?”

“I’d never hurt her,” Charles said quietly.

“You already did. You made her lie to me.”

Silence again.

Then Max shook his head, exhausted. “You want my blessing? Too bad. You’re not getting it. But I’m not going to stop you either. Just… don’t expect me to be happy about it.”

He turned and walked off before either of you could say a word.

You exhaled, heart pounding. Charles reached for your hand again, gentle.

“That went better than I expected,” he said.

You snorted. “That was better?”

He smiled faintly. “He didn’t punch me.”

You looked back toward where Max had gone. The fallout wasn’t over—not by a long shot. But at least the hiding was.

And somehow, even through the wreckage, Charles made you feel like everything might still be okay.

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mingisprincxss · 1 day ago

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Stumbling

Pairing: bfMingi x gf reader

Summary: You and Mingi try to get ready for bed but you're both still drunk

Wordcount: 789- Sorry this is short!!

Warnings: MDNI: 18+!!, established relationship, alcohol use, fluff, Mingi being a drunk mess, attempt at trying to be funny, no smut but nudity and suggestive stuff happens

You Mingi and some of your friends went out to celebrate the weekend by going to a local bar. You both weren't planning on getting wasted but peer pressure happens. An hour before you had to leave, you decide to cut yourself off. Your boyfriend however kept going until it reached 1 AM and all of your friends decided to leave since they were getting tired. You had to drag Mingiout of the bar basically because he still wanted to keep going.

Yeosang and Yunho helped you take him into your shared apartment. "You sure you can handle him? He's a lot bigger than you what if he collapses on you?" Yunho asked worried about leaving you alone to take care of his best friend. "I got it I got it" you said with a cocky tone. You're still not completely sober but you're able to stand while Mingi is on the couch with his head back...sleeping?

The three of you glanced over at him . "I think he passed-" "NOOOOO I DID NOOOOT" Mingi slurred quickly lifting his head glaring at you and his friends. "I can keep going until the sun comes up babyyyy" he stood up stumbling into your coffee table making his way towards the door as the three of you block him from going out. "Come onnn baby I know you want to keep going" he said pulling you to him and burying his face in your neck kissing you. "Yeaahh she's got it" Yeosang said a bit uncomfortable dragging Yunho out before they get traumatized by Mingi fucking you in front of them. You push him away after they leave and he whined "You and i are not in the right state to be doing anything." You said with a stern tone poking his chest as you try to hold back a laugh.

"Wait... what state are we in?" He said with a confused look as you snorted "Right now, intoxicated. But you're worse than me." You said walking into the kitchen as he followed you stumbling still as you quickly turned around to grab him so he doesn't walk into a wall. "I love you so muuuch my little pwincessss" he smiles leaning into you almost crushing you. "Fuck babe, Yunho...was....ugh...right.." you struggled trying to push him up straight "Okay it's time for bed it's almost 2:30 in the morning." You said leading him into the bedroom as he flopped on the bed. You went to the bathroom to take your makeup off and to wash your face quickly. When you were patting your face dry something caught your attention out of the corner of your eye, it was your boyfriend. Naked. Leaning on the doorframe. "MINGI WHAT THE FUCK-" you laughed but also concerned because you swore that he instantly passed out on the bed when you left him. "The clothes became uncomfortable and I want to be closer to you tonight." He pouted coming towards you taking your clothes off and kissing you. One of the things you love about Mingi is the skin to skin contact when you sleep because you both are able to get a good nights rest that way.

"Okay but baby we're going to sleep because if we have sex you're gonna puke on me. Remember the last time? On your birthday? You got really drunk and wanted to have sex with me and you got a bit out of hand and threw up the 6 slices of pizza you inhaled all over the bedroom floor?" He furrowed his eyebrows confused "No?" he said giggling "of course you don't, you fell asleep right after and I had to spend a half hour cleaning that shit up." You rolled your eyes making him brish his teeth with you then you took his glasses, then turning him around and guided him gently towards the bed. You both got into bed, he pulled the blanket over the both of you as he wrapped himself around you sighing happily.

The following morning he woke up groaning completely hung over. He sat up gently shaking you "baby my head hurts.." he pouted "Yeah so does mine." You groaned sitting up "How bad was I last night?" he asked sheepishly "well you didn't puke on me or the floor so I would say not so bad but you were trying to get me to have sex with you." You laughed as he rubbed his face with his hand "I still can't believe I got sick like that." He groaned embarrassed.

"Lets get some Pedialyte and food in us and we can rest for the day? How does that sound?" he suggested grabbing his phone

"That sounds perfect" you smiled kissing him

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xoxolaw · 2 days ago

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+ THE TURNING POINT

this is an interactive story. if this is your first time seeing this, then hop over to introduction - to get the idea behind this story.

+ CONTENTS

+ CH A1

She didn’t say anything at first. She didn’t really have the energy to.

Even though a part of her wanted to be alone—to sit in silence, to disappear into herself—she didn’t mind him sitting beside her. Si-eun didn’t speak either. He didn’t ask. He just pulled out a chair and sat down like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Soft light filtered in through the windows, golden and gentle, slanting across the wooden desks. Somewhere in the distance, a bird chirped, and in the quiet, the steady scratch of Si-eun’s pen filled the air—calm and rhythmic, like breathing.

For once, the silence didn’t press down like a weight. It didn’t feel heavy or sharp or like something that needed to be broken. It felt… gentle. Like a soft blanket laid over both of them. Not to smother, but to keep them warm.

She folded her arms on the desk and rested her cheek against them, turning her head just enough to glance at him.

Si-eun was leaning slightly forward, his face angled down toward his book. His dark hair fell a little into his eyes, catching threads of sunlight like black ink streaked with gold. His brow furrowed ever so slightly, lips parted like he might be about to whisper something—but he didn’t. He kept reading, turning a page with quiet fingers.

She wondered if he was really focused on the words. Or if his mind was drifting like hers.

“You’re not going to ask?” she said softly. Her voice barely disturbed the air between them.

Si-eun didn’t look up. “About what?”

“You saw it too, didn’t you?” Her tone was even softer now. “Me, standing in the fighting ring. And the girl. Lying there. Covered in blood.”

Something in the air shifted—not dramatically, but just enough to be noticed. Like a single thread pulling tighter in a woven pattern of calm.

His pen paused mid-sentence.

For a few seconds, the only sounds were the distant ticking of the clock and the faint creak of a chair as someone shifted in a back corner of the room.

Then, he set his pen down with quiet care and turned to face her.

“I did,” he said simply.

No judgment. No hesitation. No fear in his voice.

Just quiet acknowledgment.

She looked away, pressing her forehead a little deeper into the cradle of her arms. Her throat tightened.

“I thought you’d say something,” she admitted. “Ask me questions. I thought you’d… look at me differently.”

“I did look,” he said gently. “But you didn’t look like someone who wanted to be asked.”

Her chest tightened. Something about the way he said it—so honest, so kind—made her feel seen in a way that wasn’t invasive.

And then her phone buzzed with a loud ping, the notification cutting through the moment. She didn’t move to check it.

“There are already plenty of people who want answers,” Si-eun said quietly, his gaze dropping to his bag. “You don’t need one more.”

She watched him rummage through his things, eventually pulling out an old pair of wired earbuds. The cords were tangled, like they hadn’t been touched in a while.

“You listen to music when you study?” she asked, voice still a little hoarse.

“Sometimes,” he said, working to untangle the knots. “When the silence gets too loud.”

He didn’t offer them to her right away. Just rolled the cord slowly between his fingers, thinking.

Then, without fully looking at her, he turned slightly and asked, “Do you want one?”

She hesitated. Blinked. “I don’t think I can focus right now.”

“It’s not for focus,” he said. “It’s just to breathe.”

That made her pause.

And slowly, she reached out, took one of the earbuds, and slipped it into her ear. He did the same with the other.

A soft instrumental began—just a few slow guitar notes and a gentle, steady rhythm. Nothing dramatic. Nothing flashy. Just something that filled the silence without demanding attention.

They didn’t speak after that.

He turned back to his book, flipping another page. She just stared at the floor tiles, watching the sunlight crawl across them inch by inch. Every now and then, their shoulders would brush, barely there. Every now and then, a song would shift, and they’d both pause, just for a second, to listen to the transition.

And slowly, the storm inside her—the sharpness of guilt, the ache of not knowing who she was anymore, the fear—began to quiet.

Not vanish. But soften.

She didn’t know if Si-eun truly understood her. Didn’t know if he even could.

But he hadn’t walked away.

He sat with her.

And right now, that was more than enough.

---

The evening was lazily drifting into dusk, that soft golden hour where nothing really mattered except being a little stupid with people who didn’t make you feel wrong.

Baku, Gotak, and Jun Tae found her first—she was leaning against a lamppost near a quiet corner, her phone in hand, looking like she’d been standing there for years.

“Yo, you seriously vanished,” Baku said, slinging an arm over her shoulders. “We were about to put your face on a milk carton.”

“We even asked that grumpy old lady with the candy stall if she saw a lost little ghost wandering around,” Gotak added with a laugh.

Jun Tae just shook his head, arms crossed. “You know how to stress people out, don’t you?”

She gave them a small smile. Barely there—but real. What struck her more than their words was how nothing felt different. They weren’t avoiding her. They weren’t tiptoeing around her. The people at school had already started whispering behind her back, treating her like something broken. But these three?

They were the same.

“So what’s the plan?” Baku asked, bouncing slightly on his heels. “We gonna get kicked out of somewhere or just sit around being philosophical?”

“Dumb stuff,” Gotak said solemnly. “I’m done being wise.”

The next hour was spent being as dumb as possible.

They challenged each other to find the weirdest object on the street. Gotak returned with a half-melted ice cream cone stuck to a plastic spoon. Baku found a mangled sneaker with barely any sole left. Jun Tae somehow lured a stray cat into posing for a selfie. The cat looked like it hated them all equally.

Eventually, the sneaker was declared their group mascot. They took turns posing with it like it was a celebrity.

Y/N suggested sneaking into the small, overgrown playground nearby. It was technically off-limits, which of course meant it was perfect.

They dared each other to swing as high as possible. Baku tried to jump mid-swing and failed spectacularly, crashing into the sandbox and eating a mouthful of sand. Everyone laughed so hard they nearly cried.

Si-eun didn’t do much. Just sat on one of the swings, occasionally adding a dry comment that somehow made everything even funnier. And every once in a while, Y/N would glance at him—still quiet, still steady—and feel that same calm from earlier, like he was anchoring the space around him without even trying.

Eventually, they ended up outside a 24-hour convenience store, sitting on the cracked concrete steps, passing around cups of instant noodles.

“This tastes like cardboard with seasoning,” Gotak muttered between slurps.

“We should open a five-star restaurant,” Jun Tae said. “Just serve these with fancy names.”

“Cardboard a la spicy,” Baku chimed in.

They laughed, leaning into each other, the warmth of the street lights wrapping around them like a second skin. And for the first time all day, Y/N could breathe without everything hurting.

---

Later, when the night began to settle in for real, and the air grew cooler and softer:

“I’m gonna head home,” Y/N said, standing slowly and brushing the sand from her skirt. “Thanks. For staying with me today. I… really didn’t want to be alone.”

Baku gave her a light punch on the arm. “You better not disappear like that again. Seriously.”

Gotak nodded, face uncharacteristically earnest. “We worry about you. Even if we don’t say it a lot.”

Jun Tae smiled softly. “We’re always here. Okay?”

Her chest swelled with something warm and achy. “I know,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

Then Si-eun stepped forward.

“I’ll walk you home.”

The others exchanged looks, said nothing. Just nodded and let it be.

The walk was quiet. Peaceful.

Streetlights glowed above them, casting pools of soft amber along the sidewalk. Shops were closing. A soft breeze brushed past now and then, cool against their skin. Si-eun didn’t speak, and he didn’t need to. His presence said enough.

Y/N hugged herself loosely. Not because she was cold—just because she was full. Her chest felt full. Not with fear. Not with guilt. Just… something softer.

“I thought today would be horrible,” she murmured.

He glanced at her. “But it wasn’t,” he finished gently.

She nodded.

“I didn’t know I needed that,” she admitted. “To laugh. To forget for a while. Just to… exist.”

He gave the smallest smile. The kind you had to be looking closely to catch.

When they reached her gate, she paused. The porch light spilled warm yellow across the gravel path.

“They’ll always be your people,” Si-eun said quietly. “Even if you run.”

She turned to him, surprised by the weight of his words.

And for a moment, it felt like she could cry. But she didn’t.

She smiled instead.

“Goodnight, Si-eun.”

“Night,” he said, waiting until she disappeared inside before turning away.

What she didn’t know was this—

That earlier that afternoon, when he had left the library for a moment, he had pulled the others aside.

“She doesn’t need questions,” he said, calm but firm. “She just needs space.”

Jun Tae had frowned. “I know what happened. It wasn’t her fault. That fight… it just went wrong.”

Gotak crossed his arms. “We know who she is. She's not a monster.”

“Yeah,” Baku added with a small, almost fond laugh. “She’s still her. That doesn’t change.”

Si-eun had only nodded.

That was enough.

Because even when she couldn’t defend herself— They would.

And even when she felt like breaking— They would stay.

And that, more than anything, meant she wasn’t alone.

continue to CH A2

crafted for you with love by - xoxolaw

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luvyeni · 3 hours ago

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𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ─── sunoo gets jealous of a fangirl and you remind him that he’s the only good boy for you …

( 対 ) kim sunoo + fem. reader wc. 0.8k genre smut · contains! sub!sunoo x dom eight member , oral ( m ) , unprotected sex mature content. / back to library

he hated how beautiful you were sometimes , you exuded such an energy that everyone fell for. he couldn’t help but get jealous whenever the fanboys would scream your name , yelling how they wanted to marry you , luckily you didn’t want him to feel bad so you never played into the guys — not only did he have to listen to the fanboys , he had to listen to the fan girls as well , and with the girls you had no problem indulging.

he tried not to watch you when you were on stage , he knew it would cause unwanted attention , but he couldn’t help it when you looked so pretty — and the fact that you were currently standing in front of a bunch a fans , hold the hand of a fangirl , the girl looked like she was about to fall out , a smirk on your face. sunoo knew you knew what you did to other people , he knew because you did the same thing to him all the time.

the fan began to touch your arm and your waist , you were living , you loved the attention. sunoo was so upset , he wanted to get off the stage , but he pushed it aside and tried to give the best show he could’ve , even though he wasn’t even for it anymore.

“sunoo , i told you it’s not a big deal.” you pouted , he huffed. “it’s a big deal to me.” he folded his arms as he sat on the hotel bed. “i know you like the attention , you basically get off to fans doing those things to you.” he said. “but i don’t even like girls , and if so i would never do anything to hurt you.” you said. “please don’t be upset.” your hands came up to his thighs. “don’t try and get out of this.” he said , but you smiled, feeling his thighs twitch. “so you won’t forgive me?” you pouted with your sultry look that captured everyone including him , which is how you ended up hovering on top of him. “not even if i make it up to you?”

you always got over on him; kissing his clothed thighs. “m’sorry i made you feel bad.” you whispered slipping your fingers into his waistband , pulling his pants down. “it-it’s okay.” he said , his voice shaking. “i-i know you just like the att- fuck.” he whispered as you kissed his clothed cock. “i do love the attention don’t i?” you kissed him again. “but i love giving you the most attention.” pulling his underwear down. “my sweet boy.” grabbing the base of his cock. “y-yn.” you stroked him. “you’re gonna be my good boy aren’t you.” squeezing his cock. “let me make it up to you?”

“pl-please.” he whimpered , your lips wrapped around his cock. “yn.” he gasped as you took him into your mouth. “yo-your mouth feels so good.” he clutched the sheets , he could barely even remember why he was upset with you. “fuck yn , please keep going , please.” you deepthroated him , gagging around his length , he was gonna cum. “baby , baby i’m gonna cum.” you hummed around him. “please can i cum?” you tapped his thigh , giving him the go , his hips involuntarily thrusted up as he came , his cum filling your mouth. “fuck.” he huffed. “did i cum too much , i think i got carried away.”

you smirked , wiping the corners of your mouth. “you know i love when you cum like that for me.” climbing into his lap , grabbing his cheeks. “such a good boy aren’t you.” he nodded , looking up at you with shining fucked out eyes. “and good boys let me do whatever i want to them right?” you sunk down on him , moaning a breathless moan. “such a good boy.” your silky walls engulfed his cock , he moaned out , only you could make him this much of a mess. “wh-why do you have so much power over me -fuck-?” he moaned , you chuckled , moving your hips. “you love it don’t you.” clenching him tightly. “love wh-when i fuck you don’t you?”

“mhm.” he nodded , he was losing it. “yn i’m gonna cum.” you began to bounce faster in his lap. “don’t be selfish , let me cum first okay?” he nodded , trying to keep himself together , but you went faster and it got harder to not cum. “yn , yn i cant hold it anymore.” he whimpered. “you gonna cum?” he nodded. “fuck me too , such a good boy.”

you moaned. “be a good boy and cum with me.” his hips jerked , triggering your orgasm , both of you cumming. “yn.” he cried out as he came. “good boy , good boy.” you stroked his cheek. “you did so good.”

“you love me right?” he asked. “so much.” you kissed both sides of his cheeks. “no need to be jealous sun.”

“i only love you.”

©️LUVYENI

#enhypen imagines #enhypen x female reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen x reader #sunoo scenarios #sunoo hard thoughts #kim sunoo x reader #kim sunoo hard hours #kim sunoo smut #kim sunwoo x reader #sunoo smut

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ninjatrashpanda · 3 days ago

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A First Time for Anything

Written for @911whatisyourpride

Theme: Firsts

Rated: E

Tags: Double Drabble Collection, Fluff, Some Smut in the very last section, Some Angst

Read on AO3 here.

1. First Time Saying It Out Loud—Josh

“I’m… I’m…”

Josh sucked in another shaky breath through his nose. A thick lump had formed in his throat, stopping the air dead in its tracks and threatening to suffocate him. He gripped the edge of the sink, his knuckles turning as white as the porcelain it was made of.

C’mon, Russo. You know it’s true, just say it!

Swallowing around the lump, he forced himself to look up and into the mirror, his bloodshot, terrified eyes staring back at him. God, he looked pathetic. And for what? Because he couldn't bring himself to say the truth?

"I'm... I'm gay."

The words shot through the air like a bullet. Josh felt them echo off the tiled walls, and bounce around the bathroom like a rubber ball gone mad.

But no lightning struck.

No ground opened up.

It was just him, still sweating, still shaking, still standing.

He blinked once.

Twice.

His reflection hadn't changed. Still him. Still scared. But also… lighter. Like some crushing weight had finally shifted off his chest. His fingers loosened on the sink. A sob clawed up before he could stop it, half laugh, half cry. For the first time, it didn’t feel like the end.

2. First Date—David and Michael

"I'm sorry I'm late," David exclaimed as the waiter led him to the table, where Michael was already waiting. "Shift change took longer than I expected. Dr. Parker has it out for me and—mph."

He hadn't noticed Michael getting out of his chair, let alone the bone-crushing hug that was coming his way. David froze for a second but then allowed himself to relax into the embrace and slung his arms around Michael as well.

"My ex-wife is a police officer." Michael pulled away, running his thumb over David's cheek one last time. "Believe me, I can handle you being a bit late. What matters is that you're here now."

David felt the heat of a blush creep up his neck and onto his cheeks, hoping his skin tone would somehow hide it.

"That means more than you think," he said with a chuckle, sitting down opposite Michael. "Plenty of first dates ditched me for being late."

"Well, maybe if those people can't handle a surgeon's schedule, they shouldn't try to date a surgeon."

David's breath stopped for a second, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. He could already tell that this one was going to be special.

3. First I Love You—Hen and Karen

"You bought me Lindt chocolate?"

Hen smiled to herself. She kept unpacking the supplies she decided to bring over when Karen had texted her that she had caught a bad cold.

"Of course. Anything to make you feel better, even if it's a little pricey."

"Aw, baby," Karen cooed from her seat on the couch, where she had covered herself in at least three blankets, "God, I love you."

Hen froze, her hand still halfway in the paper bag. Slowly, she straightened up, the tissues dropping back inside.

"Ex-excuse me?"

"Don't make it weird."

Hen turned and blinked, her brain stuck on standby. They hadn't said it yet. Or, well, she guessed Karen had now. She just didn't know how to respond to that.

"Hen, come on," Karen mumbled, shivering in her blanket cocoon, "it's okay if you're not saying it back yet. I'm a big girl; I can handle it."

That did the trick.

Without waiting another second, Hen sat down on the couch next to Karen and pulled her into a hug to kiss her crown.

"I love you too," she mumbled, tightening her embrace. If Karen noticed the tears that hit her head, she didn't say anything.

4. First Meeting—Tommy and Buck

"I'm Evan. Uh, Buckley. Evan Buckley," the man with the birthmark over his eye introduced himself, gripping Tommy's hand, seemingly not even thinking about letting go. "I'm shaking your hand too long."

Almost as if the realization had burned his palm, Evan let go and snapped his hand back, though the dorky, slightly lopsided smile remained on his face.

That's adorable. Tommy felt his own mouth twitch, though he schooled it into the neutral half-smile he usually sported.

"Nice to meet you, Evan," he said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his flight suit. "Tommy Kinard."

Evan giggled, a rosy blush starting to dust his cheeks. That made Tommy's stomach feel like a flock of hummingbirds had invaded it. This beefcake of a man was cute. Almost too cute. That he had a bit of a babyface didn't help in that regard.

But no.

He shook his head a little, just slightly enough that Evan, Chimney and Eddie hopefully didn't really notice.

Evan was probably straight. And if he wasn't, he probably dated someone. A guy like him couldn't possibly be queer and single. Completely impossible.

"Alright," he said, finally turning toward Chimney. "Why do you need a chopper?"

5. First Kiss—Michael and David

"So," David said, he and Michael coming to a halt in front of his apartment building. "I had fun tonight."

"Good to know," Michael chuckled, the hand he had on the small of David's back traveling up to squeeze his shoulder. "Shows me I still have it in me in my advanced age."

David gave him a fond smile, and... huh.

Did Michael imagine that, or had David's eyes actually flicked down to his mouth?

As if he could read Michael's mind, David now darted out his tongue to not-so-subtly lick his own lips.

Michael's face grew hot. David was fishing for exactly what he thought he was fishing for.

His mouth suddenly dry as a desert, Michael took a step closer, until they were nearly chest-to-chest. He reached up to cup his face, running a thumb over David's cheek, the other man leaning into his touch, before he slowly drew him in.

The kiss was surprisingly chaste, just lips on lips, but that didn't matter, not right now.

Because this wasn't Michael's first kiss. It wasn't even his first kiss with another man. But Michael could safely say this was the first time a kiss had left him breathless.

6. First Place Together—Karen and Hen

"This is it," Karen said after the realtor had stepped outside to give them some room. She stepped into the middle of the bare (for now) living room and started mapping it out. She knew exactly where to put the couch, the armchair, the dining table.

She had taken a single step into what would be their bedroom and had instantly known what direction they'd put the bed, how to decorate it, how many throw pillows she'd have to buy.

This house was perfect.

It just was.

Hen's arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, making Karen startle slightly, though she relaxed by the time Hen had her head resting on Karen's shoulder. "It really is, isn't it?"

"It's us," Karen answered, turning in Hen's arms to face her. "It's so us. This house was waiting for us."

Hen smiled and pulled Karen in for a short, sweet kiss, the kind that Karen had grown to cherish. She rested her forehead against Hen's as she pulled away.

"Let's do it," Hen said. "Let's make an offer."

As Hen walked off toward the front door, Karen couldn't help but sigh. This house was their future, and she was looking forward to it.

7. First Time Bottoming—Buck and Tommy

Buck's eyes were pressed shut, soft moan after soft moan escaping his throat as he slowly lowered himself further and further onto Tommy's cock. He hadn't been sure what to expect from this, but now he knew that words simply couldn't describe the incredible feeling of Tommy prying and stretching him open, bit by fucking bit.

"Evan, if this is too much—"

Buck didn't let Tommy finish and bent down to crash their lips together, getting the last bit of his length into his hole in the process. "You're sweet," he panted with a smirk, pressing another kiss to Tommy's mouth, "but I really wanna fuck myself on your dick, okay?"

Tommy only let out an almost primal grunt, his hands grabbing at Buck's waist to lift him halfway off his crotch, only to slam him down again hard instantly.

Buck's breath caught in his throat for a split second before a loud mewl broke out of him, stars flashing before his eyes as Tommy's cock brushed against his prostate. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whimpered, his forehead pressed against Tommy's. "Again. Please."

Later, after they'd spent themselves, Buck lay curled up in Tommy's protective arms. He smiled. Best. Night. Ever!

#911 abc #fanfic #josh russo #michael grant #david hale #hen wilson #karen wilson #tommy kinard #evan buckley #mavid #michaeldavid #henren #tevan #bucktommy #911whatisyourpride

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candysparks · 2 days ago

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Expanding on this because I think it'd be funny to give Reader a System that's a devious little fuck. Always pulling a [But User 002 you wouldn't want to be sent back to your original body, yes? So you should take this golden opportunity and make friends with the Wayne Family! Try and keep within the original lines of the story please (❁´◡`❁)]

And of course this pisses Reader off because "Fuck you! You want me to sign my death by trying to befriend them and pointing out the protagonists flaws?? So the protag can call me an evil spy and turn the entire Wayne family against me?? If you were a real person I'd have run you over with a fucken clown car by now and hit the reverse!!"

Which would be met with a [User 002 is so cruel (っ °Д °;)っ. But you must keep in-lines with the og goods personality or else I'll have to invoke the punishment protocol] by the fuck-ass-sham of a system only to be muted by the Reader who can't stand anymore of the bs spewing from this machines mouth. So now Reader has to suck it up and attempt to befriend the Wayne family, Y/N included.

As you can guess it has some...questionable results. The Wayne family are starting to loosen up just a smidge and Y/N is starting to get more and more pissed off the less and less others want to hang out with her. And where does she turn the anger? Onto Reader of course! Why wouldn't she?

This random person appearing from out of nowhere, spawned into life because Bruce had a one night stand and couldn't be smart about it, and of course that wretched woman just had to pass away and leave that burden for other people to clean up after. Not only that but Reader keeps messing up all their plans! Like hello?? Y/N did not just spend her entire life planning all this only for some NOBODY to show up and set them on fire like they were last years fashion!! At times like these Y/N just wants to take her dainty little hands and wrap them around Readers throat and squeeze until ever last bit of life drains from their eyes.

Woah! Too dark there Y/N, that is not how a perfect pretty girl acts!! A perfect pretty girl always acts with kindness even to her worst enemies so she is seen as the better person, and not like some barbaric violent witch. Yeah keep dreaming girly, people will notice your fake-ass act sooner rather than later

Ahem, anyway. You might be wondering why the system refers to Reader as [User 002] and not [User 001]. This is because, just like in SVSSS, the Author got sent here too! And how does Reader figure this out? Because the dumbfuck Author let it slip when they were muttering to themselves during class.

"If I'd know this was going to happen I'd have written the rest of this story like I did the first few chapters, when I wasn't desperate for cash...I miss not having to constantly check the water just to drink it" And you can best believe that Reader almost jumped over their seat to throttle them.

Nah Reader just waited until class was over to corner the Author, who was in the body of another side character who was used as an escape goat for Y/N when all her plans came to light. She just claimed it was them who used some Mad Hatter tech to influence her into doing it, and because the Batfam was crazy obsessed with Y/N they just took her word and killed the guy. LIKE?? What happened to the 'No Kill Rule' that all but two followed?? They all just jumped that guy???

Anyway Reader confronted them and then it came to light that the Author was [User 001] and was also stuck with an annoying system that wished for their deaths with an overuse of crazy riddles and Kaomojis.

And uhh that's all I've got for today. Sorry folks, hoped it was good (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Batfam X Shen Yuan [From SVSSS] inspired! Reader

Currently thinking about a Reader who is a big Batman fan, like not supper crazy fan levels but just enough to get upset over blatant mischaracterization. But man do they have some anger issues, just like Shen Yuan from SVSSS. Disclaimer this is a long ramble and probably won't make much sense as I'm writing this at 12 am...

If you haven't read SVSSS let me break it down for you really quickly:

Shen Yuan, our protag, hate reads a stallion novel [basically a corn novel but for men] that makes him rage over all the major plot holes that could trigger someone's trypophobia [the fear of a cluster of holes btw] that has him choking and dying after leaving a hate comment. Well saying he left A hate comment would cut his rage short, this man read a 666666 page novel where the writer threw all the plot out the window to pander to the fans and make more papapa scenes that could make a brothel lady blush. And he left a hate comment on EVERY. SINGLE. PAGE. In the span of twenty days mind you.

Then he dies and wakes up as the Scum Villain, named Shen Jiu [my bby btw] who is fated to die in one of the worst ways possible by the beloved Og protag. And to top it all off everywhere he turns there's people with missing brains and too many wife plots, and a stupid ass system that's constantly saying to [Continue on with the plot or I'll kill you, but also try and change it. You got this user 002 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ]. So like rip.

Anyway back to Reader, they decide to check out the fanfics and are shocked to see just how badly this particular fanfic is. The mc is some Y/N insert from early 2014 Wattpad days with blond hair, big bug eyed blue orbs, and apparently too tiny and small that a gust of wind could blow her ass away. And for some god forsaken reason the Batfam were just missing half a brain and couldn't see how suspicious this girl was. Like what do you mean she's just SOMEHOW everywhere you look?? Tf are you talking about "She's so unique, she would go well in this family" HELLO??? She stutters like a broken printer and constantly goes 'Guys this isn't you ＞﹏＜' when talking to THE JOKER. Not to mention she keeps letting it slip that she knows WAY too much than she shoukld. Like wtf??

And the only character who happens to say anything about how weird she is, get's left behind in a Joker attack and dies by getting crushed by falling rubble. You'd think the Batfam would be just a little upset about their death considering they were APART of the Wayne family, but nooo they're too busy making goo-goo-ga-ga eyes at Y/N to use their brain. So, obviously, Reader hates this fic with the force of ten suns.

Poor Reader, suffering through this dog shit because they were so hyped by the idea of someone getting reincarnated into the DC universe as a poor orphan that was secretly an op fairy who could do almost anything without any repercussions. Only to get punched upside the head by some very questionable writing choices and a plot that was doing so well at first only to get tossed onto the highway and ran over by a cheap copy.

It was so much of a switch up that Reader left a comment going 'Hey did you get hacked or something?' only to get FLAMED by other people who called them a jealous, vindictive, bitch. Like woah, slow down there buddy pal. Anyway fic was so bad it made Reader want to spit blood, only to trip and fall down the stairs.

Thankfully they didn't die from that, what a blessing! No, see, they just had to die because at that exact second the ceiling tile came loose and hit them in the head because they were doing construction one floor up. Yikes.. talk about final destination.

Ah but the worst part is when they opened their eyes to find Alfred from DC standing right over them with a raised brow. Turns out Reader was thrown into the body of the only character who actually used their brain who was then left behind and died, but by some grace of a god it was before they were adopted into the Wayne family.

Meaning that they wouldn't be able to tell of something was off about them considering this would be their first met. Yay for small victories yes?

Wrong. These guys, in lighter terms, SUCKED ASS. Any slight form of interaction was met with a scoff or a look of disdain. One thing to note is that Reader is not stupid, sure they act like a fool for funsies but they aren't blind to the fact that this family simply held no room in their heart for them.

Which honestly sucked. Poor Og Goods, you were simply too good for this dumbfuck family. Reader mentally notes to light some incense and pour out a cup for them later. Truthfully it isn't all bad, Alfred was there and man can this guy cook. It was sad to read that he got put into the spot of a glorified gardener because the Batfam only wanted to eat Y/N's 'wonderful' cooking, and wanted to respect her 'fear' of him.

The author literally writes that she wasn't actually scared of him, she just felt like he was too big of a threat to her spotlight. How shallow.

Things were going fine, Reader avoid Y/N like she had the damn bubonic plague and by extension the Batfam as well. They got to enjoy the rich life and hell they were even doing well in school and had two friends! They were so close to graduating and had saved up a shit-ton of money to move out. Yeah they'd miss Alfred but he had declined the offer to go with them, which they could understand.

It was perfect. Almost too perfect. And then the Batfam started noticing just how happy they were away from them.

First it was Dick trying to include them into anything and everything they were doing, which by extension meant that Y/N would be there so that's a big fat NO from Reader. Then Reader started spotting Jason randomly while they were hanging out with their friends, or just out and about trying to deepen their knowledge of the world around them. Then Tim, that fucken snitch, ratted on their plans to move away by hacking into their phone. Like who does that??

Then it started to escalate. Barbara started to invite them to girls night with Y/N and Steph, which Reader always refused with a quick 'I have plans'. Damian even attempted to drag them to some Opera. Which usually Reader would be so excited for but the idea of going with someone they knew was going to leave them for dead, it just didn't sit right with them so they refused that too. Even Bruce started to pull them into Galas despite Reader never going to one because they were often left out.

See this could all be excused as guilt eating away at them, and then Y/N up and died in that Joker attack that was supposed to be Reader. Uhh what?? The protag can't just up and die, the fuck?? And then Reader starts to notice just how clingy these guys have gotten. Looks like they'll have to speed up getting that ticket to halfway across the world...

#platonic yandere #x gender neutral reader #x reader #platonic batfam #yandere batfam #reader insert #batfam x reader #reincarnated! reader

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