#shush kiddo

[totaled-drama]

Lightning having a soft spot for his Little League kids is so cute 🥺

May I ask who Cameron is supposed to be in the AU? I don’t remember seeing his name on the list you posted a couple of weeks ago.

Hi!! :) Thank you for the question!!

Cameron doesn’t work with the hockey or figure skating program. He regularly goes to the Little League practices and games with Zoey so they can support Svetlana’s team.

He never goes on the ice himself, but he learned a bunch of terminology and rules for hockey because he wanted to show his support. He accidentally caused the Leap Frogs to lose a game because he was shouting instructions for the kids on the ice. Unfortunately, the opposing team picked up on it, and the Leap Frogs ended up more confused than anything else. Lightning was SO mad.

[maranull]

writing angst is going to kill me, I'm hurting my own heart with this.

pain (┬┬﹏┬┬)

thankfully the next work I have planned is like 90% fluff so I'll heal with that, I'm sure

[samsloves]

wips of tsukasa and senku with their and my insert's kiddos!!

[movedagain-unbearablyindifferent]

Cut to Sarah pulling a Moira Rose by covering her face with her menu to act like she's not there.

[leopardsealz]

since strawberry is fruit based i want to make her a dragon. also bc ive always visualized her similarly to lychee (even before their release), w similar white hair & all. fambily <3 also family w the other dragons ofc

[eds6ngel]

overwhelming, emotional, romantic eddie smut blurb ♡

warnings: SMUT!! fem!afab!reader. unprotected p in v (wrap it in real life kiddos!!) creampie. established relationship. pet names (honey, sweetheart, my love, baby.) kissing. swearing. [0.3k].

“God, I love you.”

Eddie’s face is contorted up into one of pleasure, mouth agape as heavy breaths escape his throat. His bangs are stuck to his forehead, eyes closed as his forehead is leant against yours, your hands cupping each side of his face.

His cock is slowly fucking into you, your right leg wrapped around his waist as he cuddles you close. He just loves being face to face with you, and he had to admit that this sideways embrace was his favourite position.

“Holy shit, I’m going to cum just looking at you, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful. My perfect girl.”

You could feel his pace faltering, becoming more uneven in his thrusts, grip tightening on your waist, hands kneading into your skin tightly.

“Let go whenever you need to, my love. I’m here for you, always.”

He grits his teeth and lets out a loud whine as his body shakes, cock stilling. A high-pitched moan leaves your mouth as you feel his warm, thick cum squirting into the back of your pussy, hitting your cervix.

Tears leave your eyes at the overwhelming feeling, Eddie letting out sharp exhales as he strokes your cheeks, shushing you as he whimpers, “I know, honey, I know. Feels so fuckin’ good for me too. So gorgeous…”

You kiss him suddenly, Eddie melting into your touch as he slowly starts to pull out of you, but you stop him, grabbing his ass to push him back into you.

Eddie whimpers from the overstimulation, you apologising, “Sorry, so sorry, honey. Just want you in me tonight. Wanna fall asleep with all of you.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he kisses your forehead, closing his eyes once more as he starts to drift off, humming softly as he relaxes into your body. “G’night, baby.”

“Sweet dreams, Eds.”

taglist: @cosmorant @ye0nvibezzn @tlclick73 @agxxb

eddie masterlist.

[seagullcharmer]

also looking on the xc1 wiki at the list of achievements and. augh. why are some of them so funny

[otterknowbynow]

the nap did not last long, don't worry

[official-virtual-hug-dealer]

If you ever go to see live theater, PLEASE don't just sit there quietly

If you're entertained, don't hide it

Guffaw, ugly cry, comment, whatever

Just don't sit quietly

Please

[stoirmeachapas]

look for the light

warnings: injury, but thats quite literally it!!!

nika muhl x reader

you dropped to the ground, clutching your knee in your hands as tears instantly spilled from your eyes. you heard a whistle blow, then everything went so quiet.

your fist found the ground as you cried out in pain.

everything was so blurry. people stood above you but you couldn’t make out anyones faces.

it was all too much. the lights were so bright, it made your head throb. you squeezed your eyes together so hard and covered them with your hands to block it out, but nothing worked.

“hey,” a hand was placed on your shoulder. “its okay, look at me.”

you pulled your hand from your face reluctantly and wiped your tears, blinking more away.

a brunette girl was kneeled in-front of you, brushing flyaway hairs away from your sweaty face. “everything’s okay.”

“no its not. it hurts so bad. its not okay.” she shushed you while she twisted your ponytail around.

nika grabbed your hand lightly as they sat you up. geno and paige stood above you, talking to the medics as they asked questions.

geno lent down, “hey kiddo, were gonna try to stand you up and get you over to the side, alright?” you nodded your head lightly in response.

nika wrapped an arm around you and began to help you up, the medic grabbing your other side.

as soon as you were up, a cry escaped your mouth the second you were upright.

panicked breaths escaped your mouth as you failed to stand. not managing to put any pressure on your leg. “i know it hurts, but we have to do this,” she mumbled out, more of your weight falling to her.

geno hushed a few of the girls over to the bench, all of them glancing back over with worried looks. “she needs to try one more step, then you put her back down if she can’t.”

“we need to move her.”

“you will do as i say. you will do what is best for my players.” geno spoke sternly, trying to cover up his slight anger.

the second medic, a shorter girl, smiled lightly at you, “can you try one more time, honey?”

“mhm.”

nika held your hip even tighter, pulling more weight off your leg. “you’ve got this, baby.”

a light cry escaped your mouth as you took another step, quickly stepping off of it and onto your other leg. “ geno stood infront of you, “what do you think.”

“let me keep going, please.”

“does it hurt?”

you took another step, “yes.”

and as you went for another step, you crumbled into nikas side, tears filling your eyes again. “shh. sit down.” you were so dizzy, and so tired. as soon as you reached the floor, you couldn’t stay awake anymore. the pain was too much. the light slowly turned into darkness. you would’ve been scared but nikas worried eyes staring into yours were enough to calm you down as you went out.

you were only out for about five minutes, but it felt like forever to the entire team.

they will admit, moving you off of the court was much easier when you were passed out. nika held your hand the entire time. she refused to let go, so when you woke up on the floor by the bench, she was sitting next to you still. ice was placed over your forehead and your knee.

after you blinked the fogginess away, it was almost like you never fell asleep. the pain was back. it was so horrible.

paige and caroline were there as-well, sitting on the floor. they were leant over your leg.

it was purple around your knee, bruising happening very quickly. geno got down on one knee by you, “hey, they’re gonna bring you in.”

“m’kay, thats fine.”

you rolled over to your side, the bags of ice falling off as you curled into a ball.

paige rubbed your back, mumbling about how its going to work out good. caroline just stared at your leg, processing what happened. nika loosened your ponytail just incase you got a headache while she murmured sweet words into your ear.

you held onto one of her hands and your other hand clutched the front of her jersey.

as they loaded you onto the stretcher, she dropped your hand for the first time since it had happened. she furrowed her eyebrows and gave you a light smile before turning away, not looking back. she knew that if she turned around she wouldn’t be able to leave you.

the entire ride was surreal. it was as if nothing had happened in your head. you were still on that court with your team. you were still with your girls.

you had the game playing live on your phone. you wanted to know how it was going, but they were off. it was almost like they didn’t care for the rest of the quarter. you would’ve thought that they didn’t, if you watched how they played. it was so messy.

when the buzzer sounded they were down sixteen. the fourth quarter began minutes later, and they were closing the gap. it was a seven point, then four, then two, and then they were tied. in the final seconds they took the lead, securing the win for uconn.

you smiled at the screen as they celebrated, sinking further into the hospital bed.

doctors came in and out, poking around and asking more questions.

after multiple test and a mri, they had decided it was a torn acl.

it was as if everything had suddenly fallen apart. you thought that there would be nothing wrong, you had convinced yourself. but there was something wrong, and it was season ending.

the shock slowly left and it turned into being upset, then angry. you just laid there and silently cried.

after an hour, geno came into the room. you guys didn’t talk about your leg, he was trying to take your mind off of it. then nika came in and he left. she spoke so softly, wiping tears off your face. she pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back, pressing light kisses to the side of your head. “it’s gonna be okay, baby. i promise,” she mumbled lightly, twirling your ponytail around.

you looked at her through watery eyes, “i’m so mad. how could i let this happen?” you sobbed, tugging on the collar of her shirt. “no, stop it. its not like you could’ve predicted this. everybody gets hurt sometimes.”

“but this isn’t a sore ankle or a broken finger. i’m gonna have to get surgery, and i’m out for the rest of the season!”

she cupped your face with her hands, “take a deep breath, please. i’ll do it with you, okay?”

you nodded at her, focusing on your breathing. “there you go…good girl.” she pulled you into a light hug, sitting on the side of the hospital bed. you cuddled into her side, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “don’t leave, just stay here,” you whispered out.

“i’m not going anywhere.”

and that was the truth. she was with you when you went in for surgery and when you woke up. she was there for your first step on your leg. she was there when you starting playing basketball again. she never left.

“nika?”

“whats up?”

“your the light of my life.”

send reqs please i’m sooo boredd im begging youuu

[rxmqnova]

WandaNat x fem!reader request!!

Reader is the youngest and the compound and it’s our first birthday there and everyone has forgotten but not Wanda and nat and they try to make the day extra special because they couldn’t be there on our birthday since they were at a mission

Best birthday

Y/N: 18 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV Being the youngest Avenger sucks. At least that's what Y/N thinks. She just wants to help people and go on missions like all of the others, yet she's not allowed to, because she's 'too young' as all the others say.

She loves every single one of the Avengers, even though a few of them really piss her off sometimes. And especially when they use her just to do their work for them.

It's just not fair. Peter was even younger than her when he joined the Avengers and still Y/N's only good for doing the others' paper work.

With a smile on her face Y/N makes her way over to the kitchen for breakfast. It's her 18th birthday today and she was promised that once she turns 18, she'll be allowed to start going on missions.

"Morning, kiddo. I'm happy to see you. I have some work in the lab today and don't really have time to work on my mission report. Fury wants it by tonight, could you do that for me please?" Tony gets straight to the point.

"Oh. Well. It's my bir-"

"I'll pay you. I really need to have it done by tonight. Please" He cuts Y/N's sentence off, making the girl sigh.

"… Fine, I'll do it" Y/N gives up. It's definitely not how she was hoping to spend her birthday, but it still doesn't ruin her birthday mood.

"Thanks, kiddo. I'll bring it to you after breakfast" Tony says, patting Y/N's shoulder and earning a nod from the young girl.

Just like Tony said, he dropped off the papers at Y/N's room after both left the kitchen after breakfast. So she gets into work right away, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, the day hasn't contained just this one task and every time Y/N tried to ask someone to spend time with her, they just didn't have time for her…

———

Wanda and Natasha smile widely, standing in front of Y/N's room, each holding a gift wrapped in a wrapping paper for the youngest Avenger.

It might not have been the best birthday for Y/N, especially when every single Avenger that was on the compound forgot, but that's about to change now.

Both, Natasha and Wanda, returned from a mission in the middle of the night. Of course they're quite disappointed because they couldn't spend the special day with Y/N, but that doesn't stop them from making today the best day for the birthday girl.

"Good morning, Y/N/N. It's time to wake up" Wanda says softly, sitting down on the bed next to Y/N's sleeping body, Natasha sitting down on the other side.

Y/N groans in response, opening her eyes to find her two favorite redheads in front of her.

"What are you guys doing here?" A smile immediately forms on the youngest girl's face.

"Well, it was someone's birthday yesterday and because we couldn't spend it with her, we decided to celebrate the special day today" Wanda explains on which Y/N can't help but wrap her arms around both redheads, hugging them tightly.

"Alright, детка. We can cuddle later, now it's time for you to open your gifts. We have quite a busy day ahead of us" Natasha smiles, letting go of the girl and handing her the present she got her. (baby)

"You didn't have to give me anything, guys. I-"

"Hush. It's your birthday. Now open your present" Natasha shushes the younger girl, making Y/N's cheeks turn a bit red.

Y/N carefully unwraps her first present, gasping when she sees what's inside.

A while ago Tony got Y/N an old gramophone for helping him out with something and Y/N took quite an interest in it. She likes to collect old vinyl records and listening to them, so seeing Natasha got her a few old vinyl records she's been trying to get for a long time made her really happy.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Y/N squeals happily, jumping into Natasha's arms once again which makes the redhead let out a chuckle.

That's not the only thing Y/N's interested in though. Lately she's been really into photographing and making photo albums, so Wanda got her a brand new polaroid camera.

"Alright, alright. Now my present" Wanda interrupts, hoping to get some hugs from the birthday girl as well.

Just like with the first present, Y/N opens it very carefully and gasping once again.

"Oh my god, how did you know I've been wanting one of those?!" Y/N squeals, repeating her actions and jumping into Wanda's arms, hugging her tightly. "It must have cost you so much, guys. You really didn't have to give me anything"

"Okay, again. It's your birthday, so just enjoy it… Besides, it was Tony's money, so who cares" Natasha shrugs, making Y/N let out a chuckle. "But now it's time for breakfast, so follow us, birthday girl"

———

The day hasn't ended with birthday breakfast though. For lunch the redheads took Y/N to her favorite restaurant. And after a little walk around the Central park, the three ended up on a fair.

They had a lot of cotton candy, Natasha won a huge teddy bear for Y/N and they went on so many fair rides which wasn't Wanda's favorite, but what wouldn't she do for the birthday girl.

Now it's dinner time though and the redheads prepared a picnic on the roof of the compound. So now the three are sitting there, watching the sunset.

"I've never ever had a birthday picnic on the roof and we should definitely make it a tradition. It's so beautiful!" Y/N squeals, referring to the sunset and making both redheads chuckle.

"Well, I agree. We should definitely make it our tradition" Wanda agrees, receiving a huge grin from Y/N.

Silence fill the air as the three get back to watching the sun setting down, Y/N smiling and wondering how did she get so lucky to have Wanda and Natasha in her life.

"… Thank you" Y/N breaks the silence, both redheads turning their heads to look at her. "It's been the best birthday i've ever had. No one has ever done anything like this for me and I will never be able to thank you enough for this"

"Y/N/N, you don't have to thank us for anything. We've had the best time with you today and we're so happy that we could celebrate your birthday with you" Wanda smiles, pulling the younger girl in for a hug.

"I can only agree with Wanda, детка. And the day hasn't ended yet, there's still a movie night planned" Natasha smiles, receiving a hug from Y/N as well. "The sun is down now anyway, so who's ready for the movie night?" (baby)

"Me!"

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WandaNat masterlist

Masterlist

[beah388love]

Promise?

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Daddy!Steve Rogers x Little!Reader

Summary: Steve accidentally scares you

Warnings: Yelling,hot coffee,crying,sobbing,swearing,bruised arm!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You was sat on Steve's lap on the sofa, "dada...wanna get 'down" you mumbled as you climbed down his lap and he helped you.

But he forgot he left his hot cup of coffee on the floor.

You accidentally kicked it and the boiling beverage went all over the floor.

"Fuc- Y/n!" Steve yelled panicked as he pushed you away from the hot liquid.

Making you fall on your arm with widened eyes.

Steve grabbed a towel and cleaned up the hot coffee.

You cried in pain and shock,

Steve looked up at you and he felt bad,

He didn't mean to yell at you he just didn't want you to burn yourself.

"Baby...I'm sorry I-" he went to hold you but you ran away down the hallway and bumped into Bucky and Sam.

You cried and Bucky picked you up confused.

"Bee? Sh shh..what happened?" He asked you confused as he looked around for Steve "kiddo?" Sam said confused.

"Scary! No!" You cried and screamed.

You held onto Bucky grabbing his shirt in a fist "No!" You screamed and sobbed into his shirt.

"What happened to her arm?" Sam asked when he saw your lightly bruised wrist.

"Why would I know?! I've been here with you the whole time?" Bucky huffed at him and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Whatever tinman"

"C'mon let's go look for Steve" Bucky said but you jumped at the sound of his name.

"No! No!" You sobbed into his shirt and Bucky was beyond confused.

You loved Steve.

"Hey..Hey what happened?" He asked you softly and you shook your head into his chest still crying.

He gently rocked you but your tears didnt stop.

Bucky and Sam take you to the main room, looking for Steve but only see Nat and Tony sitting on the sofa.

"Is that my favourite little baby?" Nat smiled but you hid your face.

"Is she okay?" Nat asked worried and Bucky shrugged.

"I'm not sure? She just came to us crying? And her arm is bruised?" Bucky said

"Where's Steve?" Nat asked confused and Bucky and Sam shrugged their shoulders again.

By the sound of his name you began crying again.

"I'm not sure but by the looks of it she doesn't want to be around him right now" Sam said and Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Baby? Don't you want to see Steve?" Nat asked and you cried into Buckys chest again.

And just on cue Steve ran into the room panting.

"Have you seen bee? I've been looking everywhere?" Steve rushed out until his eyes landed on you.

You screamed when you saw him, you began sobbing into Bucky and held onto him tightly, holding his shirt in a fist.

The fabric crinkling under your palm.

"What happened?" Tony asked confused and Steve sighed.

"I accidentally yelled at her when she knocked over my coffee, i pushed her out the way, i didn’t want her to burn herself!" Steve explained as you cried.

"And now she won't go near me..." steve huffed

"I'm sure she'll go to you she just needs to trust you again" Nat said and Steve tried to smile with a nod.

He reached out to hold you but you screamed loudly and cried holding onto Bucky somehow even tighter.

"See? She hates me" Steve sighed disappointedly.

Nat shook her head walking over to Bucky and taking you off of him.

"Sh sh..stevies okay? See he won't hurt you" Nat shushed you softly sad you calmed down for a bit but then you remembered him yelling at you and you shook you head again, crying a repeated no.

"Steve she is terrified of you" Tony said and Steve sighed

"Stating the obvious much?" Nat rolled her eyes

At this point you hadn't gone near him the whole day.

You was in buckys arms and Steve gave you a sad smile and you blinked at him through wet eyelashes.

You held your hand out to him and he blinked with widened eyes wasting no time to go towards you to  hold you but that's when right on time.

Thor burst through the room "hello earthlings! I am here!" Thors voice boomed and echoed through the room making you jump and cry, covering your ears in Steve's chest.

"Shut up!" Everyone said in union.

And Thor looked around confused until he saw you crying and he felt so bad.

"Oops I'm sorry baby earthling" Thor said quietly and softly making you smile.

You nuzzled your face into Steve's chest embracing his smell, not realising it was Steve.

Until you looked up at him and flinched.

He rubbed your back gently.

"I'm sorry sweetheart..I didn't mean to scare you..or hurt you" Steve sighed disappointed with himself as he gently rubbed your arm.

You rested your head on his shoulder, your face smushing against it.

"I promise it will never happen again." Steve said and you perked your head up.

"Promise?" You asked softly and he nodded

Leaning down and rubbing his nose with yours, your foreheads touching.

"I promise." He smiled giving your nose and forehead a kiss.

You giggled and melted into him falling asleep after all your crying tired you out.

"Oh, that went easier than i thought" Tony said and Thor shushed him.

"She's so cute" Nat smiled and Sam walked over to you giving you a light kiss on the head.

"See ya later kid" he said before leaving the room.

Steve was so happy as he rocked you softly in his arms.

[rqnarok]

you cannot tell me that old man!logan doesn’t have daddy kink…

cws/tags: sexual content. oldman!logan. mild daddy kink. subspaces. dd/lg undertones. crying. dom!logan.

Old man Logan would be so into daddy kink; the name rolls off his tongue easily—“So good for Daddy, sweetheart.” 

He just can’t help it when you accidentally call him by that name while you were reaching your high. He is the one who continuously brings it up; never letting go of it. Because he fucking loves it.

“Yeah’ that’s it, kid. There ya’ go.” Logan murmurs endless praises as you try to sink down on his large girth. Calloused hands are rubbing circles on the skin below your hips, guiding you down and down, “Fuck. Ya’ feel me, kiddo?” 

You only respond to his question in a whimper, closing your eyes and biting your lips as you try to take more of him. The sight of his pretty baby fucked out on his lap is the most adorable thing he has ever witnessed, “Wanna be good for dada, huh?” His mouth trails soft kisses on your warm cheeks and temple.

“Can you speak, baby?” To let him know you’re alright, you lightly bob your head as you place your hands on his shoulders to support your body and raise yourself so only his tip remains—before dropping down again—way deep this time, you’re sure you got all of him inside you and you gain confidence.

Logan lets out a strangled grunt in surprise, “Hey, take it easy, little bug. ‘M not goin’ anywhere.” He draws his palms on your back to cling you closer to his chest.

Slowly but surely, you rest your heavy head on his neck and rub your own head there to feel his untrimmed greying beard. You’ve earned your motivation again.

“I can do it, daddy.” You plea to him, “Can’ do it. ‘M a big girl.” 

He tilts his head to lovingly scold you, “Don’t hurt yourself, little one.” Logan’s tired sugary smile only remains until you’ve managed to lift yourself upwards—your velvet walls wrap so deliciously tight around him and making him shut his eyes and inhale sharply, “F-fuck.”

“‘M a big girl!” You repeat as you bounce irregularly—feeling like you’ve overtaken him and everything else.

Well…not for long. 

Because after around five more times going up and down on him, you could feel yourself getting exhausted. Your eyes barely open up as you squeak a high-pitched whine—making grabby hands at him to get his attention. 

To get Daddy’s attention. 

“Ah- n-need help, Daddy.” You choke out, opening your eyes slightly to see that he’s already looking - observing you.

“Hm?” Logan hums as he brings his fingers to pinch at your soft cheeks, “Thought you’re a big girl now, baby?” His thumb rests just outside of your spit-licked mouth. Earning more humming approvals from the older when you willingly open your lips and sucks it inside. 

“Wha’dya need Daddy’s help for if you’re a big girl?” He paraphrased his question again—his palm roaming above your breast before kneading each one of them. 

Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you’re feeling the stretch, “Daddy—” and the sting in your dripping pussy as an effect of your previous actions, “I-I thought I could do it…”

“What’d Daddy say?” Oh, you know you’re in trouble because he’s scolding you now. For not listening to him and to play-act in front of him. 

“‘M sorry!” You cannot help but cry out then wrap your arms around his neck, “Was just so excited, Daddy—need you so bad!” 

Logan coos your figure by threading his big hands through your hair, shushing hiccuped sobs down, “Shh,”

After hearing your breath steadying, he ruts his hips up against yours. Circling and thrusting to your tight heat as you rest your entire body weight onto him. You tremble in his arms as you hear skin-meet-skin slapping sounds echoing through your shared bedroom. Fully giving yourself to fall in his embrace. 

“Ya’ see? Y’re just a little girl, baby. Daddy’s little girl.”  

You nod and make out a confirmation whimper. Before you register it, he starts to move you too. 

Yeah, you feel way much better like this.

Being Daddy’s little girl and letting him have all the control there is.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Change

Summary: When a strange illness spreads across the world, the reader's father takes her away from society in an attempt to keep her safe. Ten years later the reader runs into some trouble when forced to be on her own one night but it's nothing an overly friendly sheriff can't help with...

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!reader

Word Count: 6,000ish

Warnings: language, attempted assault, minor violence, medical emergency

A/N: This is my first time doing Alpha!Beau and did a little twist on ABO for it. Please enjoy!

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Ten Years Ago

“Y/N!” You poked your head into the living room, giving your dad a smile when he stood there, back to you.

“Dad, I already got enough graduation presents. I mean it was just college, I didn’t need-“

He stepped aside, revealing the breaking news story on the tv.

Mystery Illness Affecting New York City Residents

He looked over his shoulder, frowning at you. “You’re not moving to the city next weekend.”

You scoffed. “Dad. I start my first adult job ever in two weeks. In New York City. I have to go.”

“No. Whatever the hell this is, it's happening there and putting people in the hospital. If your new job has a problem with that then tell them to kiss my ass.”

“What is wrong with you?” You stormed closer, furrowing your brow. Something was off. He was swiping a hand over his mouth, his eyes filled with dread. You glanced back at the screen with a swallow. “Daddy, do you know what this illness is?”

“No,” he said quietly, glancing down at you with a longing glance. “Tonight we need to leave town and go to camp.”

“Hunting camp?” He nodded. “But that’s in the middle of no…”

His face looked so much older all of a sudden, years and years of worry etched into the deep laugh lines around his eyes. “Why do you want us away from everyone?”

“Because isolation is the only way to guarantee you don’t get sick.” Paranoia. You should have called him paranoid. Said he was worrying over nothing. Said he was acting crazy.

But you simply nodded and excused yourself back to your graduation party with your friends, knowing it’d likely be the last time you saw them for a while. Or ever again.

“Dad,” you said that night as you packed up the cars, your father more frazzled than the time he lost you in the grocery store for all of eight seconds. “Should we call Em?”

“He’s the one that called me.” He shut the trunk, inhaling the night air deeply. “London. New York. Sydney. It’s global and it’s flooding hospitals. Em said small towns are next. I wanted you to have one last normal day, kiddo.”

“What exactly did Emmet say? Does he know more than what they’re saying?” you whispered, clutching your cardigan tight. “I thought he was in Africa doing that volunteer doctor program.”

“He is. But something…happened. People started getting ill and then acting crazy. Biting each other in the neck. Like animals.” Slowly you blinked, your dad pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know how it sounds, believe me. But I know my son and it’s the truth. He told me to get you safe.”

“Is he safe?” He closed his eyes. “Is he safe?”

“Emmet’s….” Your throat tightened, your dad wincing. “He called from his sick bed. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen. He said he loves us and we need to go before the whole world goes mad.”

Your bottom lip wobbled as he opened his eyes, gently shushing you. “Em isn’t dead, right?”

“I don’t know. His phone is dead,” he croaked out, wiping away your tears that threatened to fall. “But if what he said is true, the world will be incredibly dangerous in just a few days. We need to get you away from here before that happens.”

You wearily nodded, hugging him hard. “Dad.”

“Yeah, pumpkin?”

“We’ll be okay.”

“Yes we will. I promise.”

Present Day

“Fuuuuuck,” you groaned, the wind knocked out of you as one, no two, men pinned you down on the hard pavement of the pharmacy parking lot. The supplies you’d bought for your dad in the middle of the night were scattered on the ground. Half your mind grappled with how you needed to get those back to dad at the cabin while the other realized the men were trying to remove your pants and hoodie.

You snarled and kicked, hitting something hard, probably a shin bone. 

A gunshot went off nearby and all three of you froze.

“On your bellies. Hands on your head or the next one goes through your spine.” The two men were rigid before rolling off of you on either side. You risked sitting up, backing away a few feet and turning on your bottom. 

It was dark but even so you could make out the handsome brown haired man aiming a gun at the men. He had a presence about him, a calmness to the situation you weren’t expecting. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone, his jacket riding up so you could spot the shiny gold badge on his hip.

This guy was a cop.

Good news and bad news.

“Mam, are you alright?” You blinked, realizing he was talking to you between speaking into the phone. You nodded, the man humming, mentioning something about backup.

Shit. You had to leave before you got wrapped up in this. You started to gather up your dropped items as the officer handcuffed one of the men. “Mind if I borrow that?”

You froze, staring at him. He nodded toward your hand and the new package of zip ties. You handed it to him carefully, the officer quickly placing one on the other man.

“Thank you, mam,” he said, handing the package back. You nodded, shoving the package in your bag and crawling over between two cars, reaching for the bottle of pills that had rolled underneath. “Are you sure you’re alright, miss?”

“Never better!” you squeaked out, grabbing the pills and tying off the bag tight. You popped to your feet, the officer rising to his own. “Uh, thanks.”

You started to leave when he took two big steps over, catching your arm. “Whoa, whoa. These guys can’t do anything to you. Backup will be here in two minutes tops. I know you want to get home but we need a statement and you should get that scuff cleaned up by a paramedic. Hell, I can do it for you back at the station.”

You blinked slowly, the man’s friendly smile turning concerned as you weighed your options. “Alright. I think you hit your head a little harder than we both realized when they knocked you down. Why don’t you take a seat-”

You kneed him in the groin, the officer crumping into a heap and releasing you. 

“Sorry!” You took off running to your car and peeled out of the other end of the parking lot before he could even get on his feet.

“Dad?” It was only twenty minutes later when you were entering the dark cabin, frowning that he wasn’t on the couch where you’d left him. “Dad!”

“In here for crying out loud!” You rushed over to the bathroom door, carefully nudging it open. Your heart seized when you saw him lying on the ground, his previously red inflamed leg now looking dark and swollen. “Did you get the-”

“Daddy, it’s broken. Why didn’t you say something?” He scoffed, forcing himself to sit upright against the tub. “Dad-”

“I’m not going to a damn hospital and becoming one of those…things.” He spit out the last word, venom laced behind it. You’d kept to yourselves the past ten years, dad only going to town in the dead of night to get food or supplies. Suffice to say, despite your best efforts, years of isolation hadn’t been great for his paranoia. Or your own.

He could never know that you were almost attacked. It’d destroy him after all he sacrificed for you. His home. His career. His life. Making sure you never got sick like Emmet had was his sole purpose.

“What if I drop you off at the hospital and…” both your heads whipped around when bright headlights shone through the windows. 

“Someone followed you. Get the shotgun and-” You slammed the door shut on him, ignoring his angry shouts. 

“Miss? It’s Sheriff Beau Arlen. We met just a short time ago. I’m doing a wellness check. Please answer the door.” You swallowed thickly, staring at the heavy wooden object. Shit, he’d followed you home. He was going to make you give a statement which meant being around other people long enough to get sick.

You glanced over your shoulder and sighed. Dad was no spring chicken anymore. Living in the woods and keeping up the land had kept him in good shape but he was getting older and there was no way he could survive a broken leg without help.

“Fuck it.” You stepped over to the door, frowning when you opened it. The man from before was standing there, a cautious smile on his face. “Hi. My dad fell earlier today. I think he broke his leg. He’s in the bathroom.”

“Okay. We can call an ambulance and-”

“He’s terrified of public places. Of catching the…sickness.” He raised his eyebrows, biting the inside of his cheek. “I know he needs a hospital but is there any way we can limit the number of people he’s around? Like a doctors office or something?”

He only cocked his head, eyeing you up and down. His nose twitched, inhaling sharply. You glared and subtly did a pit check. Okay, maybe you were a little sweaty but you’d nearly been attacked-

“How the hell…” Sheriff Arlen shook his head. “Alright. I’ll see what I can do to accommodate his…needs.”

“Thank you,” you said, starting to shut the door when he put a hand on it. You stared at one another, the sheriff’s nose twitching once more. “Please leave.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Visions of what the men from earlier had planned on doing flashed in your mind and you clenched your fists, ready to fight. “Oh, sweetheart I am so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” You grit out, widening your stance. He frowned, shaking his head.

“Your father might be able to be treated at a doctors office but you need a hospital.” You narrowed your eyes, the sheriff holding up his hands. “You call it the sickness? The rest of us call it the change. Now it seems to me that you lack some education on the topic-”

“I know exactly what those men tonight were going to do. I know exactly what the sickness, change, whatever you want to call it does to people and I’ll tell you right now, I’m not getting sick and becoming someone’s fuck toy.” He closed his eyes, muttering under his breath. Slowly, they opened to reveal green orbs, softly watching you.

“Sweetheart, your body changed ten years ago whether you believe me or not. Judging by the fact your only interaction with other people has been your Beta father-”

“He’s not Beta,” you growled.

“-Or very few works at convenience stores at night, you have never been around an Alpha long enough to be triggered into your first heat-”

“I am not one of those-”

“Omega.” Your brain went fuzzy when the word left his lips, hand gripping the back of the couch hard. “We need to get you to a hospital. Your first heat is incredibly painful without medicine. I know, I have a teenage daughter-”

“Stop talking!” you shouted, suddenly feeling flush in the face. You wiped off your brow before grabbing the nearest object, a pillow, and chucking it straight at his handsome face. “You did this to me! You made me sick coming here!”

“You became Omega ten years ago, the same night I changed, the same we all did,” he said, looking down his nose at you. “Now let me help you and your father before I have two patients on my hands instead of one.”

“Get out!” The room spun, a strong pair of hands catching you the last thing you remembered.

Your body felt considerably cooler when you woke although the sterile scent filling your nostrils made you want to gag. Great, you were in the hospital. You turned your head to the side, your oh so favorite sheriff giving you a waggle of his fingers from the other side of room as he read his phone.

“What are you doing here?” you grumbled, sitting upright with a strain. 

“I figured you don’t have an emergency contact besides your father on account the whole survivalist in the woods energy I’m getting.” You glared at him, the man leaning back in his chair, relaxing further. “Your father is alright but he’s in the ICU. I’ve been told he’ll need to go to a in-patient rehab facility to learn to walk on it.”

“What?” You threw back the covers and got out of bed, freezing in place when you caught his cologne. Your eyes fluttered, jaw dropping slightly. “Jesus christ what is that smell? That’s…fuck is this what crack is like? What kind of drugs did they give me?”

He chuckled, glancing up with a smirk. “Let me guess. Vanilla with a hint of tobacco. Fresh cookies, a campfire, the cool mist of rain and something fluffy you can’t quite describe?”

“How did you…” You said, daring a step closer. You had a million questions in your mind about your dad but all your body seemed to want to do was get more of that smell.

“Because I know what my scent is.” You licked your lips involuntarily, breathing hard. “Down girl.”

You immediately backed up, shaking your head. “I-I’m sorry. That isn’t like me at all.”

“It’s your first heat and I’m the first Alpha you’ve properly scented on one. You have urges. Nothing to feel sorry for.” Your cheeks burned as you returned to bed, sitting on the edge with your legs hanging off. “In a few hours, your medicine will have fully kicked in and then you’ll be fine. I have a teenage daughter and so you’ll get monthly heats but as far as I understand, it’s extremely similar to your monthly visitor you were already used to.”

“I’ve been having periods for years and it doesn’t feel like this,” you said, his scent tickling under your nose, turning you on more and more by the second.

“The…randiness fades. You’ll be fine,” he said, glancing at you. “You really don’t know anything about the change or what it did to us, do you.”

“I know enough.” He frowned. “Why is my dad in the ICU?”

“His leg is shattered. The surgeon said he suspects he broke it a few days ago. He’s lucky to be alive and still have use of it.” You closed your eyes, gripping the mattress. “He didn’t tell you he was injured until recently, did he.”

“He said he fell today and it was sore. I was getting some bandages and a painkiller at the store tonight.” You groaned. “The fucker. He’s so scared…”

You opened your eyes when you heard footsteps, the sheriff kneeling down in front of you. Gently, he took both your hands, offering a kind smile. “Yes, the world was scary for a little while when we didn’t understand what happened but now we do. There is no reason you and your father have to hide away in the woods away from the rest of us.”

“You called yourself an Alpha.” He nodded. You noticed how small your hands were in his, could feel the surge of power he held within them. “Like how in animal packs, there’s an Alpha sometimes.”

“Let me explain this to you in the most basic of terms.” You swallowed, his fingers sliding up to wrap around your wrists loosely. “People that were bad before the change are bad now and people that were good before are good now. All that happened last night was you ran into a couple of bad guys. They were Alpha but so am I. We are not animals and neither are you.”

“But you could bite me and make me…” He smiled, a tiny eye roll in there. “Excuse me? What was that?”

“What you’re describing is a crime. Consent is still very much a thing, little lady. Believe me, I have no problem putting Alpha’s in their place if needed.”

You raised your head, the man tucking your hair behind your ear. “Are you sure you’re not just an anomaly?”

“Miss, I have a fifteen year old omega daughter. If I thought that world was truly that far gone, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight. Now, do you see her in this room?”

You rolled your eyes, the man standing with a chuckle. “You’re going to be just fine.”

“So you’re here out of the goodness of your heart?” you asked. He bit is bottom lip, looking shy all of a sudden.

“You’ve had a long night and I remember how frightening it felt the first night I changed. The world is no more dangerous than it was a decade ago. But it never hurts to have a friend when life gets hard.” 

“Thank you,” you said quietly, a painful cramp ripping across your abdomen. He caught your wince and helped you to lie back down.

“Get some sleep. I’ll check on your dad for you.”

“Thanks. Oh wait.” He pulled up your covers and hummed. “Why were you at the pharmacy in the middle of the night?”

He smirked, patting your thigh. “I’ll check in with you in the morning, darlin’.”

Later That Morning

“Get out!” You flinched and backed out of your dad’s hospital room, closing the door behind you. 

“He’s still angry, huh?” To your left appeared your sheriff, sporting a tan jacket and khakis, brown cowboy boots adorning his feet. You sniffled and nodded, the man giving you a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder. “Have you been discharged yet?”

“Yeah.” You sat down on a nearby bench, the sheriff joining you. You rubbed your palm with your thumb, skin peeling off eventually. He caught your wrist, gently moving it away. “He doesn’t want to go to a rehab center. He says he’s fine and I should take care of him until he’s on his feet. The part I hate is we both know it’s horseshit. He knows he needs help but won’t admit it.”

“Stay here a minute for me.” He entered your dad’s room, closing the door and remaining inside for a few minutes. The door opened with a creak, your sheriff waving you inside.

You frowned at your dad in bed, his arms crossed. 

“I’m sorry for acting like a child,” he grit out. Your eyebrows shot up, gaze shooting to the sheriff who was giving your dad a friendly smile. But there was an undercurrent of authority to it that made your heart skip.

“Thank you?” you said. He sighed, quiet for a moment.

“I will go to rehab. I’m not your responsibility.” He cleared his throat. “I heard you’ve…changed.”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. Your gaze shot down, your dad tsking you.

“Sheriff Arlen….informed me of some things about the world. I think while I’m recovering maybe you…could get a job. Get back out in the world, not be stuck with me.”

You bit your tongue. What the hell was up with him? Did he not want you around anymore now that you were one of those…omegas?

“Mr. Y/L/N, we’ll let you rest. I’ll be sure to get Y/N home.” Your sheriff put a hand on the small of your back that sent a pleasant chill down your spine. God, he smelled even more alluring than last night. 

Why did you kind of like it? How large his hand was, how comforting it felt. Maybe you were just touch starved after a decade of being alone.

“What is going on?” you asked when you were in the hallway. “Is he okay whatever your name is again?”

“Sheriff Beau Arlen. Call me Beau. Your dad and I had a small conversation. I explained a few things about the change and dynamic to him, told him I’d keep an eye out for you since he’s a tad paranoid. S’all good.”

You stopped, Beau leaving his hand on your back. He paused by your side, turning his head down. “I may have…sternly explained that you are the exact same as you were and that he can’t keep you locked away from the world. You’re a grown woman, you deserve to live your life.”

“And by sternly explained you mean scared the shit out of him.” Beau said nothing, only walked down the hall, urging you along. “Where are we going?”

“Home. I know you were discharged but you should still relax. I have some things to do but I’ll be by later on today.” 

“You don’t have to come back. I’ll figure everything out on my own-“ Beau held up a hand before stopping in front of you, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans.

“Darlin’, I made your father a promise and I intend on keeping it.” He looked past you, licking his lips and making your nose twitch in response. “But first, we need to make a pit stop.”

You woke with a groan, jerking up in bed. A quick glance at the clock showed it was early afternoon. Ah, right. Beau dropped you off with some medicine and a book on the Change or so everybody referred to it. You’d taken a pill and fallen asleep a few hours ago, your body warm but otherwise feeling okay.

You clutched your blanket to your chest when something loud crashed beyond the bedroom door. 

“I can’t believe they let you carry a gun,” said a young voice. 

“Next time you get kidnapped, I’m letting them keep you,” he grumbled. 

“Funny, dad,” the voice deadpanned. “Wasn’t it Cassie who found me actually? Hm?”

“Eh, eh, eh. Stop with the sass, child and help me make this.”

“Why are you helping this random lady so much anyways?”

“Just…cause it’s nice.” Your stomach grumbled loudly and you decided to risk exiting to the main part of the cabin. The door squeaked like it always did, two pairs of eyes on you when you poked your head out. “Y/N. How are you doing, darlin’?”

“Fine. Why are you in my house?” you said, glancing at the teenage girl standing in the sad excuse for a kitchen off to the side.

“Did you break into her house?” she asked, Beau looking back at her with a glare. 

“Of course I didn’t.” He punched the bridge of his nose. “I told Y/N I would be back later.” 

The girl looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “I apologize for him. He gets a little too into helping people sometimes.”

“Why don’t you go on the porch and do your math homework?” She stared at him for a moment, shaking her head with a smirk. “Emily…”

“I said nothing. But your scent did,” she sang song before slipping outside. Beau rubbed the back of his neck, a strong whiff of a nice scent, his scent, hitting you. 

“Ignore her,” he said, still rubbing his neck nervously. You hummed, taking a seat at the two person table by the wall. “I hope you don’t mind we’re here. I figured you’d be hungry and Emily’s also an omega so she offered to talk to you if you’d like. She presented last year so she’s familiar with the growing pains.”

“You mean second puberty?” He chuckled, putting a casserole dish that didn’t belong to you in the tiny camping oven.

“It might not seem like it but we got off easy. You and I we just got a little something extra to figure out over a couple of months. She’s got to go through the whole deal.” You hummed, Beau wiping his hands off on a towel by the water pump and spinning around with a smile that made you relax. “So. How’s the pain?”

“Alright. Honestly it feels like a normal period, I’m just a bit warmer than usual.” You frowned, Beau’s face matching it. “You can skip the biology lesson since they gave me a run down at the hospital.”

“Will do. You get used to people’s scents pretty quick. It’s like personal deodorant and yes, you still need to use deodorant,” he teased, the air becoming thick. “Sorry. I’m intruding, aren’t I?”

“Well…if you were going to hurt me, you had your chance last night.” 

“Those men…” He glanced down, stepping forward to grab hold of the back of the opposite chair and lean over top. Green eyes met yours, worry etched in them. “Did they explain the change to you at all, like what happened ten years ago, or just the body stuff?”

“No. I only remember people were getting sick and then my dad got us out of the city after my brother called. I’d just graduated college. I was meant to start my first adult job in NYC. So I don’t know what happened, only that my dad said the world was too dangerous for me.”

Beau pulled the chair and sat, biting his bottom lip. “It’s believed a highly contagious virus spread rapidly across the globe. A pandemic. This wasn’t an ordinary virus though. It didn’t cause illness, only…activated something existing within human DNA. What you remember from TV is when people got infected with the virus. I was living in Texas at the time. Me, Em, her mom, we all were floored. My ex was very warm but her fever never spiked high. Myself, I was exhausted. I could barely move for three days. Emily thankfully slept through most of it. She was only a little girl so it didn’t hit her as badly. When I woke up the fourth day, my ex was doing better and I felt much stronger.”

“And you had that thing on your dick?” He chuckled. “How the hell does that even work without absolutely destroying the person on the receiving end.”

“Because you changed too. Yours are just not as easy to see. You know child birth complications has gone down significantly the past decade. Women report far less pain too. We just…evolved as a species a little fast if you want to think of it that way. Most of us. There are a few people that were lacking in the genome sequence to be affected but by and large, we all became Alpha, Beta or Omega.”

You crossed your arms, tilting your chin up. “My brother is a doctor in Africa, one of the first places that got sick. He told us people were like animals. Biting each other in the damn neck and then I never heard from him again. Anything to say about that?”

He looked up, scrunching up his face. “Well you don’t seem to have a phone around here but I will track down your brother for you. Um, we may have also…gotten physical proof that we have souls and biting an omega in their bonding gland connects them to the alpha that bit them on a metaphysical level but it only takes if it’s consensual on both sides and fun fact the bond will break if one person doesn’t love the other one anymore, like a divorce, not that I would…know what a broken bond feels like,” he rambled out, clearing his throat. You blinked slowly, Beau’s face stuck in that awkward position. “I overshared, didn’t I.”

“Just…a lot to take in,” you said, rubbing your own neck and feeling a tight, hard lump. “Is that my-”

“Yes. It’s where our scents come from and I uh, I got to head back to work,” he said, quickly standing. He adjusted his pants and you noticed the bulge, giving him a glare. “No! No, it’s not…Emily!”

“What?” she groaned, giving you friendly smile when she came inside.

“I need to check in at the station. Please explain…things to Y/N. Heats, scents, true mates, that sort of thing. I’ll be back soon.” He left quickly, Emily raising her eyebrows.

“He’s kind of weird,” you said, Emily laughing before giving you a smirk. “What?”

“Now I get why he’s being so extra. You’re his true mate.” You put a hand on your head, holding up a finger. “Don’t worry. I’ll explain everything.”

Three hours later, you were more confused than ever. Emily was only a teenager but she was a smart girl and had explained the change, what being an omega meant and all of it. You were stuck on one little tidbit though. She could smell that her dad, your sheriff, was connected to you. Like soulmates connected.

What. The. Fuck.

You were still trying to process that information when his red truck pulled up, Beau waving awkwardly to where you and Emily sat on the front porch.

“Emily, pack up your stuff. We should let Y/N-”

“No, no, Alpha boy. This is how it works,” you said, freezing him in his place. His shift shifted wildly, strong and heated, musky with need. “I know why you smell so good. Were you planning on telling me you were not in fact just being nice last night but you were physically incapable of leaving my side at the hospital. On account of the whole fated mates thing.”

Beau’s gaze shot to Emily, his eyes turning stern. “Oh no big boy. You don’t get to be mad at her.”

He put his hands on his hips, sighing to himself. “Would you like to have dinner with us?”

You felt like you had whiplash. Wasn’t he just about to argue something like you were too new to this world? Or no, we’re not mates, I was only helping. Or that it was only affection? Or that he couldn’t know?

“Would you like to have dinner with us?” he repeated.

“Wow,” said Emily besides you. “Her face is literally the what the fuck emoji right now.”

“Emily,” gritted out Beau. You held up a hand, Emily taking it and walking you down the two front steps. 

“Have you ever been to Donno’s diner? Oh my god, they have the best food. Come on, let’s-”

“I’m sorry, I’m not…” you gestured to yourself. You were in sweatpants that were a decade old, a plain t-shirt and your hair was a frazzled sweaty mess. Beau gently took your hand from Emily, his touch telling your body to calm down, that everything was okay.

“If you’d like we can eat in private but you do not need to hide from the world anymore. You are gorgeous just as you are,” he said, voice soft. Emily tilted her head, looking him up and down.

“He totally means that too. I can smell it.” Beau growled, Emily returning a cheeky grin. “Do you want me to leave so you two can bone?”

“In the car ladies, in the car,” he said, grabbing your shoulders and walking you towards the driver side as Emily got inside. “I apologize for the sassy child.”

“Don’t. I like the sassy child,” you grinned, Beau’s face lighting up.

“Really?” You hummed, Beau turning bashful. “She’s a good kid.”

“Seems that way.” You put your hands in your pockets, inhaling deeply. “Today’s been…”

“I understand.” You glanced back at the cabin, frowning. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”

“I’ve always hated this place.” His large hand interlaced with yours, squeezing the digits. “I don’t want to be alone tonight but I’m not ready for…this yet. I will be but I need to…live a little first. If that makes sense.”

Beau only smirked, a glint in his eyes. “I have an idea.”

Three Weeks Later

“Morning,” said Beau, knocking on the door to the air streamer, aka your new living arrangements for the time being. Beau and Emily had a home built last year after her abduction, something to give her some more stability. With that meant moving his air streamer onto part of the property and having it sit empty for the past six months.

Which meant it was perfect for you to be close to them, you were in town for your new job and you could easily drive to visit your dad at his rehab center. Beau had even offered to let him stay in the house when he got released but thankfully your brother was in contact again and he was going to take dad with him to Seattle where he’d been the past few years.

“Howdy sheriff,” you said as you opened the door, leaning against the door jam. He offered a cup of coffee and your heart fluttered. God, he was so cute how he did that every morning.

“Emily insists on you joining us for breakfast at Donno’s and I couldn’t tell the poor girl no so we’ll be ready to go in fifteen.” He looked up through his lashes, a smidge of cockiness in it. 

“Oh, we’re just going in fifteen, huh?” He shrugged, a strong whiff of his scent curling under your nose. Beau licked his lips as you absently scratched your neck. “I’m still in my pajamas.”

“You mean my pajamas,” he said, reaching out, tugging on the end of the oversized shirt that you’d taken from his room last night. Your stomach jumped as his knuckles grazed your bare skin, Beau stepping up into the airstream, making you walk back. A large hand rested gently on your hip, thumb stroking the skin lightly under the fabric of his shirt. “I had fun last night.”

“Me too.” You placed your hands on his chest, grinning up at him. “From what I’ve gathered, true mates bond immediately most of the time so I really appreciate you being patient-”

“Whoa,” he said, taking your arms in his hands, running them up to your shoulders. “Let’s get something clear, darlin’. You will never thank me for respecting your wishes and doing the right thing. You’re owed those things and sweetheart, I will wait as long as you need me to.” 

“I never met anyone like you before.” 

“Good,” he chuckled, leaning down and letting you press your lips to his. “Take as much time as you need to get ready.”

“I just need a few,” you said, reluctantly letting him pull away. “Hey Beau?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think I lost ten years of my life? Because I let my dad convince me the world wasn’t safe?” He pursed his lips, leaning back against the small counter.

“There certainly was a spike in violent crimes those first six months. There was a lot of fear. We went into a lockdown, loosened restrictions as the science caught up. Emily was homeschooled that first year and I barely let my ex leave the house. But we figured out that the evil bastards that’d do those sorts of things were always the type of people to do those things. It’s like how-”

“You’d love to bite my bond gland and so would I deep down but you’re not jumping my bones to do it because that’s not the kind of guy you are,” you interjected. He smiled softly. “It’s hard to feel like I didn’t lose time, you know?”

“I understand that perspective. But…I didn’t move here until just last year and there was a lot going on with that camping disaster and Emily and my ex and I wasn’t ready for you either until recently. This is how and when we were meant to find each other. We’re soulmates, we didn’t lose any time at all.” He reached out a hand and cupped your cheek. You nuzzled it, placing your hand over top. “I thought you had to get ready.”

“I do,” you said, closing your eyes. “My heat’s coming up soon. I like you being here.”

“Stay in the house with me when it starts. It’ll help.” He kissed your forehead, a strong sense of calm washing over you. “Don’t take too long, omega.”

“I’ll be right there, Alpha. Promise.”

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A/N: Read The Change from Beau's perspective here!

[chrissdollie]

a chaotic morning in the sturniolo household (not edited)

three of your kids sit at the table shoving breakfast into their hungry mouths. you walk over with more food, placing it down in front of them. "momma, i'm gonna be lateee!" your youngest boy whines, shoving another pancake down his throat. you head to a nearby mirror, fixing your makeup while you sigh. "josh baby, can't larissa's mommy take you to practice?"

joshua pouts at his twin brother for snatching the syrup out of his hands, not hearing your words. priscilla, sitting next to him, taps his arm gently to bring back his focus. "uhh no, she has a doctor's appointment!" he exclaims loudly, you shushing him softly after. "inside voices-- junior you're going to be late!" you yell down the hall to your eldest child. richie drops his fork onto his plate, wiping his sticky mouth with a sleeved arm. "oh mommy, chris got in trouble yesterday." he snitches, a conniving grin on his face. you pause on your lipgloss, turning your head to look back at your son.

"what kind of trouble?" you frown, raising an eyebrow. "a referral in mrs. bloom's class." junior walks out of his room with his backpack lazily slung over one shoulder. he fixes his messy brown hair out of his face before heading to the table to eat. "why?" your voice goes up a pitch. at that moment, your husband finally comes out of your shared bedroom, dressed and needing some coffee. "hi, honey." he stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. you smile lovingly before kissing (not really because you didn't want to mess up your fresh coat of gloss) his cheek and putting your makeup back into your purse.

"g'morning daddy! junior got a referral." richie smirks, his older brother shoving his arm as he does. priscilla takes her copy of 'the bell jar' off the table, getting off her chair and handing you field trip slip to sign. chris walks over to the coffee pot with raised eyebrows. "what happened bud?" he asks, wanting to hear his son out instead of making assumptions. his mini-me sighs, bouncing his leg under the table. "well it was in mrs. bloom's--" his dad cuts him off with a, "lady with the big bazoongas? ion really like her.."

"christopher." you snap your head away from your daughter to warn him. you give the slip back to priscilla, handing her pretty pink pen back as well. "guys we're already ten minutes late, lets go!" you call out, picking up your keys again. richard groans, "mommy can i go in your car??" he folds his arms with a sad frown, unconsciously grabbing onto his twin's shirt sleeve like a baby. your husband sits down next to him, putting his mug onto the table. "sorry dude, ya gotta come with me today, josh has soccer practice." he ruffles his boy's hair before patting his shoulder. priscilla pops up behind her dad after putting her stuff into her clean bag.

"hi daddy." she kisses his cheek sweetly. he smiles happily, always appreciative of his daughter's lovingness to her dad as a pre-teen. weird, isnt it? "mornin' sweetpea-" he starts. "junior, you can take it in the car, let's go!!" you clap your hands in a rush. the boy scoffs, shoving a pancake into his mouth to hold on to while he picks up his backpack from the floor. joshua gets up with him, hugging his brother before wrapping his arms around his dad's neck. "cya kiddos, make good choices!" chris dismisses, slapping both of their backs as they exit the house. you run into the dining room, holding richie's head as you give his hair a peck before smooching your husband. he dirtily tugs on your bottom lip with a small, quiet sigh when you pull back with a warning look.

"byebye scilla, remember to ask gianna about this weekend." you kiss your only daughter's cheek before opening the front door. "love you guys!" you yell out, hesitantly waiting for the response before stepping out. "love you momma!" richard and priscilla shout, followed by an "i love you sexy!" from your stupid husband. you giggle before shutting the door. "SHOTGUN!" junior shouts at the top of his lungs, the three hearing him from inside. "shut up!!" you whisper-yell.

weird ass shitty ass ending i know but remember this is not edited dont yell at me ty xx @leah-loves-lilies @imtalkinnonsense @star-sturn @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee@freshsturns@emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668 @chrissturnsss @joanofarcily @mattscoquette @slutsturn @sturnioloremarker @ashley9282828 @jnkvivi @sturncakez @lanasturn @riasturns @st7rnioioss @strnlxlqve @starlace111

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Big Brother

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you (5 or 6) get sick, and the boys get a bit overprotective

“Sammy.” Sam grunted as you latched your tiny fingers in his hair for stability as you settled yourself on his lap. “Sammy come play with me!”

“I can’t, honey,” Sam said, picking you up and carrying you back to the table he’d set you at only a few minutes ago. “I’ve got research to do, you’ve gotta play by yourself.”

“No!” Your outburst shocked him; you were usually pretty obedient. “No, come play with me now!”

“Hey!” Dean spoke up from his spot next to Sam. “Cool it with the attitude.”

“No!” Your voice was higher pitched and whiny now, and Sam didn’t miss the quiver in your lips.

“Hey, I said—“

“Dean wait,” Sam interrupted his brother. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

You never got upset this easily, so Sam figured there had to be a reason behind it.

“I want you to play with me!” Those were definitely not crocodile tears snaking their way down your cheeks, and Sam couldn’t resist picking you up. “I wanna stay like this,” you whimpered, leaning heavily against him.

“Well you can’t always get what you want,” Dean argued, but Sam shushed him again.

“Like this? You wanna just relax with me?” Sam asked, noting just how much you were melting into his arms.

“Yeah,” you sniffled.

“Sam, would you stop coddling her?” Dean huffed. He knew he was no better sometimes, but he did his best not to give into your tantrums—he knew it wouldn’t help you later.

“I’m not coddling her Dean,” Sam huffed. “I’m trying to figure out why she’s acting like this.” Sam turned his focus back on you. “Are you tired, N/N?”

You wouldn’t answer, you just leaned your forehead against the side of his neck. Sam frowned, pulling away suddenly despite your whiny protests.

“Hey, you’re really warm.” Sam reached a hand up and pressed the back of it against your forehead. “Jeesh you’re burning up.”

This got Dean’s attention. He finally looked up from his lore book, distress written in the lines on his face.

“She’s sick?”

“I think so.” Sam set you down on his bed, laying you back against his pillows. “Do you feel sick, kiddo?”

“My tummy hurts,” you said after a minute, rubbing your eyes. “I wanna lay down with you.”

“Here, I’ll take her,” Dean spoke up, taking three strides to you and lifting you in his arms. “Sam, could you get me the thermometer from the first aid kit? She’s really burning up.”

Sam retrieved the thermometer quickly, and Dean waited impatiently for the results—

“102,” Dean huffed.

“What?” Sam grabbed the thermometer from his brother as if he could make it say something different. “She’s never had a fever that high, has she?”

“Not even close,” Dean replied with a frown.

“De, I’m cold.” You sniffled. “I want my blanket.”

“Sorry kid,” Dean said. “We gotta get your temperature down—okay, easy,” Dean soothed when you started to whine. “You’re gonna be ok, alright? Just settle down, I got you.” Dean sat down on his bed, shifting you in his arms so you were laying down. “Why don’t you try to sleep, ok?”

“I can’t.” You squirmed in Dean’s arms. “I can’t, I’m cold!”

“Hey, ok, ok.” Dean sighed. “Just…here.” Dean looked up at Sam and pointed to your water bottle. Sam handed it to Dean, who held it up for you.

“If you finish this first, then you can take a nap with your blanket, ok?”

You rubbed the tears off your cheeks and held both hands out for the water bottle. Dean’s lips quirked up as he gave it to you and watched you down the whole thing.

“Alright.” Dean laid you back down on his bed and grabbed your blanket, glad that it wasn’t too thick. He wanted to break your fever, but he’d have to work with you if he wanted you to rest, so he was picking his battles.

You gripped the blanket tightly in your little fists, and within minutes you were asleep. Once you were breathing slow and easy, Dean reached over and adjusted the blanket so that you could still hold onto it, but it wasn’t covering you.

“You think she’ll be ok?” The way Sam was watching you—it was the way that Dean knew he himself had watched Sam; like he was scared for you, like he’d die for you, like he’d kill for you—it both touched and scared Dean. He wasn’t used to Sam being the protective, big brother sort—that was always Dean’s job.

“We just gotta wait for the fever to break,” Dean said with more certainty than he was feeling. “She’ll be just fine.”

…

You woke up in a fit of coughing, and Dean could tell by the way your whole body was lurching that whatever you’d eaten today wouldn’t stay down for long. He snatched you up and barely made it to the tiny motel bathroom in time.

Sam followed him at a run, and he knelt next to you on the floor, holding your hair back while Dean rubbed your back, whispering—“it’s ok, you’re ok,” to soothe you the whole time.

By the time your stomach was empty, you were shaking with sobs. Dean snatched up some toilet paper and wiped your mouth off, before lifting you again into his arms and cradling you against his chest.

“I know, I know,” he soothed. “You’re alright now, it’s over.”

“I hurt,” you sobbed.

“Where does it hurt, honey?” Sam asked quietly, gently brushing your hair away from your sweaty face.

“Everywhere.” Your voice was muffled against Dean’s shoulder as you gripped onto his shirt.

“Let’s go back to sleep, yeah?” Dean suggested, already carrying you to his bed.

“No!” You insisted. “I wanna go in Baby.”

“I think you should take a nap,” Dean argued, but you persisted—

“Please, De! I wanna go in Baby.” You pulled back just enough to blink your big bright eyes at Dean, and he was a goner.

“Ok, ok,” Dean sighed. “Let’s go for a drive.”

…

Sam had you curled up in his lap while Dean started Baby up.

“Feeling any better?” Dean asked you as he pulled out onto the open road. You just huddled closer to Sam and shook your head. Sam ran his hand over your forehead.

“She’s still really hot,” Sam sighed.

Dean didn’t respond, he just kept going down the road until the soft music and the purr of Baby put you to sleep.

“It hasn’t gone down at all.” Sam glanced from Dean down to you in his lap. “She’s never been this sick before, it could just get worse and—“

“Hey, hey now,” Dean interrupted. “Cut it out with the worst case scenario stuff, ok? You’re gonna make me lose my mind.” Dean’s fingers were shaking on the wheel, and when Sam saw it he got even more nervous.

“You’re scared,” Sam said.

“What?” Dean tried to scoff it off, but Sam just stared at him. “Yes, ok? Of course I’m scared, but she’s gonna be fine. She is.”

“How do you know?” Sam demanded.

“Because she’s strong. Just because she’s a little kid doesn’t mean she isn’t strong. She’s gonna fight this off.”

The boys lapsed into silence for several miles.

“Dean?” Your little body stretched as you blinked open your eyes and reached out for Dean.

“Hey sweetheart,” Dean said, taking one hand off the wheel to grab onto your tiny reaching fingers. “I’m right here.”

“I’m hungry, De.” You yawned.

“Hungry?” Dean glanced at you. “Are you feeling better?” You never wanted to eat when you were sick.

“Mmm.” You pulled your hands back, and Dean had to hold back a laugh when he saw you lifting your little hands to your arms, your stomach, and your face, as if trying to see if something was missing. “I feel a little better,” you concluded.

Sam lifted his own hand to your forehead, and nodded at Dean with a little smile.

“It’s gone down a lot, I think.”

“Ok.” Dean couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he ruffled your hair. “Then dinner it is.”

…

Dean decided to bring the food back to the motel so you could rest more. Once you were yet again settled down in his bed, he began pulling out bags of fast food and passing them around.

“I wanna watch Scooby Doo,” you blurted out, reaching out and tugging on Sam’s arm.

“What’s that got to do with me?” He asked, pulling his arm back so he could take the food Dean was offering him.

“I want you to watch with me!” You demanded. “Please, Sammy?”

“Alright, alright.” Sam climbed onto the bed, grunting when you jumped on top of him and got comfortable. “You’d better not get me sick,” he commanded, to which you just giggled in response. Dean noticed, however, that despite Sam’s grumblings of getting sick, he still let you curl up on his chest, and he even wrapped his arms around you as the two of you watched the tv together.

Dean settled himself on the other bed, for once more engrossed in his siblings than his favorite cartoon. Sam normally sit back and let Dean be the authority figure—the “big brother”— with you, even though he acted like your big brother sometimes. But today was different; Sam had been so scared for you, and Dean knew the feeling well—he’d felt it throughout Sam’s childhood, and yours too.

But now that the fear was passing, Dean got to watch with his heart full as his little brother held onto his little sister and just spent time with her—it had been so long since Dean had seen Sam laugh, but now here he was laughing with you, and Dean didn’t think there was a better sight in the world than the two people that meant the most to him in this world having the time of their lives.

Sam noticed Dean’s staring, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he grinned at his big brother and mouthed to him, “she’s ok.”

Dean wasn’t sure he had ever seen Sam happier.

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