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(love language series- physical touch)

Mapi Leon x Reader

Inspired by the love language physical touch- The team doesn't know you and Mapi are dating and you struggle to keep it hidden throughout your away game travels

Words of affirmation felt too obvious of a choice for the Mapi fic. I swear that eventually I will manage to write something shorter and less fluffy but today is not that day. Anyways, I'd love any feedback or requests any one has, my inbox is always open.

The rest of the love language series:

Perfect. A.Bonmati x reader. Quality time.

Let me spoil you. C.Coll x reader. Giving and receiving gifts.

Broken. P.Guijarro. Acts of service.

You know I love you. A.Putellas. Words of Affirmation

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The team was unaware of your relationship with Mapi. Everyone knew you had been best friends for most of your lives and attributed your closeness to that. They knew you tended to be touchy and cuddly together but still never thought much of it because the two of you had always been that way. It also helped your case being Spanish. They were completely unaware that your relationship had turned romantic. They’d occasionally tease you for your closeness, but it didn’t bother you. You knew they meant no harm and often you were willing to join in joking.

Eight months ago, you and your best friend confessed your feelings for each other. Growing up together, you had only become closer as you got older. It didn’t surprise you. From the time you were a teenager, you knew your feelings for Mapi were different. For a while you couldn’t pinpoint why, it wasn’t until teammates would tease you about how you were “basically dating” that you realized it was true. Or at least you wanted it to be true. You learned to ignore those feelings, trying to preserve your friendship. It was more important to you to keep her close than to act on your feelings. However things changed when you had caught on that she might be feeling the same way. You’d catch her staring at you, looking at you differently than she used to. She’d always be doing little things to help you out- bringing you coffee, carrying your bag for you, buying you dinner. There were little touches here and there that just felt different. It was always small things but felt so big.

The longer you noticed your best friend acting this way, the more it drove you crazy. One day when you were out to breakfast with Alexia, you decided to get her opinion on the matter. You were tired of trying to ignore your feelings. She knew Mapi just as well as you did, and you knew she’d be honest with you. When you asked her if she thought there was any chance of Mapi sharing your feelings, the older woman looked at you like you were crazy. “Isn’t it obvious?” she said. “I thought you already knew, that girl’s crazy about you.”

From then on, your world changed. You left your breakfast date with Alexia to go straight to Mapi’s house- a place that was basically your second home. The two of you had a long conversation, spilling your hearts out to each other. You discussed what you wanted to do, how to move forward. Ultimately you had both decided you wanted to try dating but planned to take things slow, making sure you weren’t doing anything that could risk your friendship in the process.

Things couldn’t have gone better. Your friendship transitioned seamlessly into dating. It was better than either of you could have imagined (and you both spent plenty of time imagining it). In the last eight months, you continued to grow closer in ways you hadn’t even known possible and were happier than you had ever been before.

You had decided not to tell anyone about your relationship. It just seemed easier that way. If people knew about your growing romance you’d have to deal with the media, the criticism of teammates dating, the fans, and any outside opinions that didn’t matter to you. Neither of you wanted any of that, you just wanted each other. You didn’t intend to keep it a secret for this long but somewhere along the way you became accustomed to it and it just felt easier than breaking the news.

A few of your closest friends, as well as each of your families, knew but that was it. It felt like it was only fair to tell Alexia since she had been the one to confirm Mapi’s feelings. Other than her, Patri and Pina were the only other ones on the team to know about your relationship. Before you had gotten better at sneaking around, they had walked in on you mid-makeout session on the middle of your couch. You had forgotten they were even coming over when you and Mapi had gotten a bit distracted. It’s safe to say, after that happened the pair of you were much more careful. Even though it wasn’t part of the plan, it was helpful having the three of them clued in. The group of five spent a fair amount of time together so not having to hide around them gave you a chance to relax.

Typically, you and Mapi were good at sneaking around. Because of how close you had been prior to dating, nobody questioned most of the things you did. As long as you weren’t outwardly kissing or saying anything too cheesy, nobody thought much of it. The only time things became harder was when you were traveling as a team. When you traveled, unless you got roomed together, there was no solace of coming back together when training was over and getting to spend time with just the two of you. It was almost harder when you were around each other so much yet never in the way you wanted.

You had been stuck on the bus far longer than you would've liked. Sometimes you were excited to join the other younger players, playing games and turning the bus ride into a social event. Today wasn't one of those days. You weren’t sure where it was you were even going to be playing, you just knew you were exhausted and cranky. You took a seat by yourself in the front, not really interacting with anyone. Mapi was with the much louder group having fun in the back. She could tell you were tired and wanted to give you some space to sleep. She also knew you enough to know that if you were in a bad mood you were going to be clingy and she didn’t want to accidentally let everyone in on your secret. When there was a lull in conversation, Lucy questioned your girlfriend, giving her a suggestive look, “Mapi, where’s your partner in crime? We don’t usually see you two apart.” It was clear Lucy was teasing but also was genuinely curious as to why you weren’t hanging out with them.

“She’s just taking a nap, probably trying to get away from you, idiota,” Mapi rolled her eyes, trying to cover up that she too was a bit concerned about you. It was unusual for you to isolate yourself. She sent you a quick text to check in with you but when she got no response, she decided she needed to come check on you herself.

When the defender stood up, she knew more quips were coming her way. “Ooooh Mapi? Gotta go check on your girlfriend?” The way Mariona sing-songed this made it clear she was joking but Mapi still couldn’t help but panic. She awkwardly laughed and turned away from the other girls, hoping to hide her blush. Patri and Pina shared a quick look as they knew the comment from Mariona would leave their friend panicking. They did everything they could to hold in their giggling while Alexia glared at them, hoping to make them stop. Nobody else seemed to notice this as they went back to their karaoke and left Mapi alone to join you.

You felt someone sit in the seat next to you, immediately recognizing the scent as your girlfriend. Your eyes were shut, trying to sleep, but failing. The side of her leg pressed up against yours and she gently placed her hand on your knee. It was clear to her that you weren’t asleep because of how much you were moving around, trying to get comfortable. “Hey,” she spoke gently, rubbing her thumb against your knee to get your attention. You slowly opened your eyes and Mapi greeted you with a soft smile. “You okay? You don’t seem like yourself.” she spoke softly, voice full of worry.

You nodded, “yeah, just tired. I didn’t sleep very well last night so I was hoping to sleep on the bus.” You rubbed at your eyes, starting to accept that it wasn’t going to happen.

“Here I’ll stay with you,” you couldn’t help but be grateful at the offer.

Still, you tried to protest, “Maps, no. Go have fun with your friends, I know you like to keep busy on the bus. I’ll be okay.”

The look on your girlfriend’s face made it clear she’d be staying by your side, “Hmm no thanks. We’ll put some headphones on, you can snuggle up against me, it’ll be great. It’ll put you to sleep in no time,” the way she spoke made it clear it was a statement, not a question. It’s not like you would complain, it did sound pretty great. She took your silence as agreement and pulled out her headphones, passing one to you. By the time you had put it in, she had put on a playlist that the two of you had made together. Her arm wrapped around you so you could place your head on her shoulder and use her as a pillow. You couldn’t believe how quickly you fell asleep. Mapi had that effect on you, always putting you at ease.

At some point, your girlfriend had also drifted off. You woke up, still snuggled into her, with her head resting on top of yours, her one arm still around you, and her free hand interlocking yours. This was by far the most comfortable you’d ever been on the bus. You carefully grabbed your phone so as to not wake up Mapi. You had some texts in your group chat with you, Mapi, Alexia, Patri, and Pina. First was a picture from Patri taken from the back of the bus where you could see the tops of your heads lying against each other, you shared earphones hanging between you. It was followed by a text from Pina, “better be careful if you want everyone to keep thinking you’re ‘just friends’ ;) “. You smiled to yourself, knowing she was right, but being too happy right now to care. All you could do was close your eyes and drift back to sleep.

When you eventually got to your hotel and got off the bus, the two of you seemed to be the hot topic of discussion. Everyone was teasing you, first for Mapi giving up her precious social time for you, then for how closely the two of you had cuddled up, and finally for the way your hands remained interlocked as Mapi led you off the bus and into the hotel lobby.

The only downside to Alexia knowing about your relationship was that she knew better than to let you two be roommates on trips like this. You were paired up with Bruna which you really couldn’t complain about, and Mapi got paired with Mariona. With neither of your roommates knowing about your relationship, finding time alone together was about to get much more difficult.

At breakfast the next morning, you went to sit down next to your girlfriend. She stood up to greet you with a hug and a soft kiss on the top of your head. It was likely a bit too long of a hug to be considered friendly but somehow no one commented. Alexia just shook her head, smirking to herself at how obvious you were being. Sitting down at their table, you tried to leave space between you while you ate so as to not raise suspicion, but you should’ve known that it wouldn’t work. Mapi always had to have a hand on you in some way. It was usually subtle, but it sure didn’t make hiding things any easier. You appreciated it though. You liked how she could be talking to anyone and you still knew she was thinking of you. That’s what was happening now as she settled into conversation with Alexia. The silent communication between your touches was better than any words could express.

Your next chance you got to be together wasn’t until after training, back at the hotel. Patri and Pina invited you both to come hang out in their room with them. That’s how you found yourself, laying against Mapi’s chest while she and Patri played FIFA. Her arms wrapped around you tightly while she held her controller in front of you. “Ay, (y/n), did you only come over so you could have time to be all cuddly without the rest of the team around?” Pina quipped at you while you both continued to watch the game, she was somehow both joking and also entirely serious.

Before you could respond, your girlfriend spoke up for you, “hey just be happy this is all we’re doing. We could be making out right now if we wanted to.” She somehow managed to hold you tightly while still playing a close game with Patri. You giggled at how she kept moving under you the more involved in the game she got. “Amor sit still! You’re blocking the screen!” Mapi whined at you, only making you giggle more at how quickly her tone changed. You ended up moving further down to cuddle into her leg so that she could still see. She shot you a glance to make sure you knew she wasn’t actually annoyed with you but relaxed when she saw your soft smile. “Comfortable?” she chuckled lightly at how you burrowed into the side of her leg.

“Did you really have to ask, amor?” you smiled at her before turning back to watch the game she was playing.

All of the sudden you heard the sound of the door opening, making you jump. However when you saw Alexia’s blonde hair round the corner, you quickly relaxed again. “Ooh the lovebirds are here, are you guys just here so you can makeout?” She shot you a smile knowing that you two would always spare them from seeing you be too handsy.

You rolled your eyes playfully at your captain, “you guys always say that but we’ve really only made out in front of you once and it wasn’t even on purpose. And you weren’t even there, Ale!” You sat up a little more so you could see her face.

“Gracias a Dios!” the blonde shot back at you, mirroring your smile.

Deciding to have some fun with this while also taking advantage of this limited time to show affection, you decided to try something. “You know, Ale, if you wanted us to be like that, all you had to do was ask. We sure can…” As you said this, you moved back up in Mapi’s lap and started to slowly leave kisses along the side of her neck. You didn’t want to distract her too much from her game but you also knew how much she’d be enjoying it. Plus you loved a chance to annoy your friends. This time, it was Alexia who started the retching noises. You felt your girlfriend tilt her head to the side to give you more room to continue down her throat, clearly having fun with this. Pina quickly joined in the sound effects when she saw that you weren’t planning on stopping. Finally Patri wanted to know what was going on and took a quick look over at you. Of course she had no choice but to join her friends in their shouting.

What you hadn’t planned on was that the whole scene had distracted Patri just enough to allow your girlfriend the opening she needed to win their game. “Yes!! I won!” You broke apart from her throat as she suddenly shouted. The two of you high fived and shared a real kiss in celebration of your unplanned teamwork. Everyone else in the room just groaned at the two of you, Patri flopping back onto her bed, cursing in Spanish in protest of her loss. You just settled back into Mapi, sharing a couple more short pecks as you did so.

The next day was your match. When you did your morning walk as a team, nobody seemed to notice the way you and Mapi had linked pinky fingers as you went. You wanted to be close and to spend it with her but you knew that holding hands on your team walk would be too much. The pinkies worked perfectly because nobody else could see it past the long sleeves of your jackets.

The match didn’t go as easily as everyone hoped it would. The score was tied 1-1. Barcelona had been winning most of the game but around minute 75, the other team equalized and both teams had been fighting hard for a winning goal ever since. Exhausted was an understatement. You and Mapi were both starters and were in the entire game. All that was on your mind was scoring. You had to. It was 2 minutes into injury time when Aitana made eye contact with you. She was running the ball up the field and you could tell exactly what her plan was as she did so. She slotted the ball through three defenders and directly to your feet. With one touch you sent the ball sailing past the keeper and into the back of the net. The crowd erupted and before you even had time to process, Mapi had run straight to you, beating everyone else as they all headed your way. Immediately Mapi scooped you into her arms, picking you up as she hugged you in celebration. You knew your other teammates had also surrounded you, but to you, it felt like just you and your girlfriend, alone in the middle of the pitch. She continued to hold you up, kissing your cheeks repeatedly. Your other teammates almost got bored of trying to celebrate you because of how much Mapi was keeping you to herself as the game wrapped up. You all made your way around the pitch to thank the fans, while your girl kept you at arms reach, overwhelmed with pride for you.

The two of you were the last ones to enter the changing room, walking hand in hand pulled into her side. Lucy noticed this immediately and couldn’t help but comment, “Jesus, Mapi are you ever gonna share her with us?” You could already see your girlfriend starting to blush as you made eye contact. “Do we get to celebrate with her at all tonight or is she all yours?” The rest of the room laughed and added their own comments but you and Mapi were lost in each other’s stare, having a silent conversation among yourselves.

You gave her hand a tight squeeze, encouraging her to do what you knew you were both thinking. “Alright you caught us,” the defendender sighed, “we’ve been dating for almost eight months now.” You held up your joined hands as if it were proof to show everyone (not that anyone needed it at this point). The room immediately interrupted into cheers. Of course it did, everyone knew how perfect you were for each other. If you had been best friends almost your entire lives, of course you’d make a great couple too. You and Mapi just smiled at each other, giving her hand another squeeze, trying to communicate that this was the right move. You didn’t even notice everyone around you until you were tackled into a group hug with you two at the center of it. It was exactly where you wanted to be- holding onto your girlfriend tight while all your best friends piled in around you, celebrating your love. It was everything you could ever imagine. Mapi was everything you could ever imagine.

The rest of the love language series:

Perfect. A.Bonmati x reader. Quality time.

Let me spoil you. C.Coll x reader. Giving and receiving gifts.

Broken. P.Guijarro. Acts of service.

You know I love you. A.Putellas. Words of Affirmation

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sunsetsimon · 1 month

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not smutty but, what do you think the boys love languages are?

(sorry if you already answered this)

also, love your blog and so relieved to hear that you’re okay🩷🩷

thank you so much darling <3

johnny's love language is physical touch. he feels most connected to you when he's able to cuddle, hug, and hold you. deployments become harder the longer you're together as he doesn't want to be gone as long. phone calls and letters matter to him greatly of course, but all he can think about is having you back in his arms.

some of his favorite things to do are giving you massages, showering/bathing together, cuddling, and holding hands. he's always sneaking his hand under the table to grab yours, pulling it to rest on his thigh so he can play with your fingers. lightly rubbing each knuckle, his soft touch tickles you, a silent way for him to say "i love you".

his favorite place for you to touch him is on the back of his neck.

simon's love language is quality time. all he wants to do is be around you, even if there's no talking involved. having your presence calms him and makes him feel complete. you constantly catch him staring at you, his eyes following you every time you move around the room as if he'd miss something. don't even think about being slick about something, simon will see it!

his favorite part of the day is winding down in bed with you, reading his book while you lay beside him, searching for a show to watch on the tv. if you're going out to do something, he automatically assumes that he'll be going with you. what do you mean you're going to the store without him? :( of course he still gives you your space, but if you ask him, he'll say he doesn't need any.

si is clingy in his own little ways <3

kyle's love language is words of affirmation. he loves to talk to you, sharing new thoughts and facts with each other constantly. he’s listening of course, keeping every word locked in a special corner of his mind, dedicated for you. but he can’t help but get distracted by your beauty. those lips that he loves to kiss so much, your facial expressions that he loves to read, your gestures that he loves to watch, kyle is so smitten.

“you’re so beautiful,” he says randomly, after you’ve just spent the last few minutes explaining the book you’ve been reading. it takes you aback, blinking at him until you realize what he’d said.

“thank you,” you blush, completely forgetting what you’d just been saying. his gaze suddenly feels intense, the love radiating off of his body and filling the room.

“c’mere and give me a kiss.”

john's love language is acts of service. no matter how much you beg him to relax, he feels the constant need to be doing something. and what better to stay busy with than doing everything for his partner? if he knows that it’ll take you energy to do it, he’s making sure it gets done before you can even think about it!

keeping the bills in order, cleaning, cooking dinner, grocery shopping, you name it - john’s on it. he doesn’t particularly enjoy doing mundane life things, but he feels fulfilled when he’s able to take care of you in more ways than just financially.

you have to beg him to just relax with you, to order take out and cuddle while watching random movies all night. of course he can’t resist you though, anything to make his partner happy :)

könig's love language is physical touch! he's not one for PDA, but he will rest his hand at the small of your back just to guide you and keep you close. good luck escaping him at home though, because he'll find any excuse to touch you!

back hugs, gripping your thigh, washing you in the shower, he wants it all. könig is huge, about twice the size of most humans, so he uses this to his advantage to trap you in bed with him. his body pins you to the mattress, forcing you to submit to his nonstop cuddles.

“where are you trying to go? everything you need is right here,” he says, pointing to himself as you squirm underneath him.

“the restroom isn’t! so let me go pee!”

#these are so bad um #grossing myself out #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #könig x reader #john price x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader

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bucksangel · 22 days

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pairing: alpha!steve x alpha!bucky, alpha!steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly) - omegaverse!au pt. 3

word count: 4k

summary: “Honey,” Bucky sighs wistfully, falling into your embrace while Steve stands behind you with his arms around your waist and helping you not fall over under Bucky’s hulking frame. You don’t mind though, you’d happily die by being crushed under their weight if it meant you could touch them, and have them touch you. Caressing you, kissing you, adoring you the way only they can. And despite your earlier hesitation, you wouldn’t pass up the chance to brighten up your Alphas day for anything. And their grateful kisses and pleased rumbles let you know that you did just that.

or - your Alphas take such good care of you. their mere presence brightens up your day, so when your Alphas have a rough day you take it upon yourself to show them how good of an Omega you can be, that you can provide for them too.

warnings: 18+, mild suggestive thoughts, i apologize to ur dentists bc there’s so much fluff it might give you a toothache, omega is very shy and awkward but steve and bucky are fond and patient, fluff, kissing, tw for steve using 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner, tiny bit of hurt/comfort, bucky needs some lovin’

a/n: this is dedicated to the loml @buckysbarne and @buckysprettybaby who also helped beta <3

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“Babe -“ Bucky sighs, his head hanging low and hands clenched into tight fists. “I’ll be okay.”

Steve huffs, walking up to his boyfriend and wrapping one arm around his Alphas waist, cupping his cheek with his other hand.

“It’s okay, she’ll understand,” Steve whispers softly, leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on his mate’s forehead before pulling back and guiding Bucky to look up at him. He quickly dips his head to kiss Bucky’s lips.

“What if she doesn’t?” Bucky mumbles, shame and embarrassment flooding his body.

Why can’t he just be normal?

The day started horribly; Bucky woke up at around seven in the morning from a particularly harrowing nightmare. He hasn’t had one of those in a while, so it was very unwelcoming. This one, unlike other nightmares he’s had, was terrifying in a way he’d never felt.

He knows they’re gone, that Hydra and its agents have been obliterated, but that doesn’t mean Bucky doesn’t occasionally get anxious over the ‘what ifs’ of any potential harm Steve could go through should Hydra get him.

This ‘what if’ manifested in the form of you getting captured too. Even if he and Steve haven’t mated with you yet, they both know in their bones that you were crafted by any gods that exist to complete them. And the thought of you and Steve getting taken from him is far worse than anything Hydra could ever do to him.

Steve had to shake him awake, and he hadn’t been able to stop crying long enough to explain what had happened. After ten minutes of shaking and sobbing into his mate’s chest, he was finally able to articulate the horrifying images that now plague his mind, Steve had held him close, and he had kissed his cheeks and forehead and hairline, all while cooing words of affirmation and love.

The day only got worse from there. After the dream, it started with small things; he burned his hand while trying to make coffee - then spilled the coffee all over his favorite shirt. He ran out of his shampoo and had to use Steve’s - and, listen, Bucky is fully convinced that he survived Hydra because the universe wanted them together again, but Steve could definitely use some better shower products. The whole ‘two-in-one’ thing just doesn’t cut it for Bucky.

But then they had to meet up with their teammates for a briefing over a mission that Bucky is really not excited about, and found out the original one-day mission was going to be three days. Three whole days without you? Luckily Steve is coming with him, but then he thought about you being without both of them and started getting anxious. Now, even though you all haven’t been together for long, and they both know you can handle yourself, they detest the idea of leaving you for an extended period.

They’d managed to sneak in a few texts to you. Wishing you a good day at work, sending heart emojis when you send them a picture of a cute dog you saw while walking to the studio - Sam and Natasha spent a long time trying to get the men to understand modern language - and sending you pictures of them while they were too bored to listen to Tony talk.

But then they went to a coffee shop intending to grab their coffee and rush back to their apartment to get a few things so they could pick you up from work and take you to the new ice cream shop that opened up a few blocks from your studio. Dark clouds came rushing overhead while they were waiting for their drinks, and they decided to wait out the storm in a corner booth.

But people were staring, giving them - mainly Bucky - nervous glances, and a few people at the table next to them ate quicker than someone usually would and then placed a wad of cash on the table before rushing out.

Suddenly the idea of getting ice cream doesn’t sound so appealing.

Steve noticed because he’s so attuned to his mate that he knows Bucky is dejected, Bucky is hurt, he’s tired. Tired of people still judging him. Tired of being accused of things that he had no control over. They didn’t stay long, deciding that getting soaked while racing home was better than being in a place that’s now making Bucky feel unsafe.

Bucky’s been fighting with himself ever since they got home and changed out of their wet clothes. He wants to spend time with you more than anything, and you’ve been excited about this date ever since they told you, and Bucky will be damned if he doesn’t give you anything you want. But he really doesn’t think he can handle being in public right now.

His body is hurting with how bad he’s trying to force the negativity out of his mind enough so he can enjoy being with you, but it’s hard. And Steve telling him that you’ll understand that he can’t go out breaks him. His fists clench tighter.

Bucky wants to be normal for you. He wants to go out with his mates and not get worried about getting less-than-friendly looks at the three of you.

“I’m going to call her,” Steve says calmly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and pulling him in tight while Bucky’s body starts to shake with how badly he wants to cry. “I’ll call her and I’ll tell her that you’re not feeling well, but we’ll go to her studio tomorrow for lunch. Okay?”

Bucky takes a deep, shaky breath before nodding, trying his hardest to not blame himself when he imagines the look on your face as Steve tells you they have to cancel. Steve kisses his mate's forehead and then untangles himself so he can get his phone.

It doesn’t take long for you to answer, and Bucky can hear your chipper “Hi Stevie!” and suddenly he wants to cry harder. He also hears Steve telling you that Bucky isn’t feeling well and that they’ll come visit you tomorrow. You go quiet for a moment before asking Steve to pass the phone to your other Alpha. And when Bucky mumbles, “Hey, honey,” he knows you can hear that he’s holding back tears.

“Hi, Alpha,” Your sweet voice immediately fills him with warmth, images of your smile filling his head. “You’re not feeling well?”

“No,” Bucky clears his throat, trying to force himself to not feel bad about it. “I’m really sorry, honey. I promise we’ll make it up to you.”

You pause, and suddenly Bucky is worried that you’re mad. But before his mind can spiral into more negative thoughts, your voice - soft and shy - asks if he’s home. And when he tells you that he is, you simply say “good,” and then hang up.

Well, fuck. Bucky tries to convince himself that you’re not upset, but Steve can see that it’s not working well. And at his boyfriend's suggestion of a nap, he trudges upstairs, lying down in bed and wishing upon every star in the universe that you’ll forgive him.

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When you heard that Bucky wasn’t feeling well you immediately thought of the worst. Is he sick? Well, that doesn’t make sense, he’s a super soldier after all. Is he hurt? That’s a possibility, their jobs are tough.

Does he… not want to see you? As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you dismiss it. Bucky and Steve have shown over and over that they like you and want to be with you. The word ‘love’ flashes through your mind but you dismiss that as well. It’s too soon, right?

No matter what’s actually going on, you know you need to make him feel better. As soon as you hung up the phone you gathered everything you needed to make apple pies. But then you faltered, what if he doesn’t like apple pie? Well, you have things to make brownies, and you know both Alphas love them. So you took out everything needed to make brownies with the intention of bringing them over when they were done.

But then a thought popped up. Would they even want you in their house? There were a few times when you told them they could come inside your apartment while you finished getting ready for a date night, but they politely declined. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now you’re worried you might be crossing a line.

You’ve just put the mixture in the oven when you decide that you’ll just drop them off and then leave. You don’t want to make them uncomfortable, especially since Bucky isn’t feeling well. While the brownies cook, you run to your bedroom to change into somewhat presentable clothes. You don’t bother getting all dressed up since you’re not going anywhere but your Alphas’ place, and even then you won’t be staying long.

By the time the dessert is done and put into a container, you’ve talked yourself in and out of going several times. Finally, after several minutes of having a mild freak-out, you gather the courage to gather your things and get in your car.

The entire drive has you a little on edge, though you know you have to do it. Not necessarily out of obligation, but because you want to make your Alpha’s happy. They’re always doing little things for you; buying you new plush blankets, getting you food on their way to visit your studio, Steve had even given you a sweater that both he and Bucky regularly wear - fully knowing and hoping you’ll use it for your nest.

Those men make you happier than anyone else ever could, you relish in their praise, your whole body lit up in flames whenever they get all sweet on you - which is all the time, neither man can resist kissing you, hugging you, telling you how you’re the sweetest Omega to ever exist.

They make you happy, and you will do everything you can to make them happy too. You want to be the perfect Omega for them, to show them that you can provide for them too, and that thought is what fuels you to park outside of their house and gather everything.

Your confidence wanes when you get to the front door, anxious again that the Alphas would be upset that you came over. You don’t even get a chance to think about leaving because the door opens wide, and Steve stands there with a smile.

“Honey,” He says, giving you that same longing gaze he always gives you. His eyes travel down to the container you’re holding, his smile growing wider while you cast your eyes down to the floor nervously. “What is that?”

A part of you wants to laugh, you know his heightened sense of smell can already figure it out. You don’t though, you merely shuffle on the porch nervously.

“W-Well I - um… I know Bucky isn’t feeling well, and I wanted to drop off some brownies for you guys.” Your eyes suddenly go wide, a small panicked noise leaving your lips. “Which I just now realized is probably not a good thing for Bucky to eat right now.”

You kind of want to smack your forehead. You were so focused on trying to be helpful that you didn’t even think of what would actually help Bucky feel better. Sensing your growing panic, Steve hums softly, reaching out and taking the dessert from your hands.

“That’s really sweet, honey,” Steve purrs, transferring the container to one hand so he can take your hand in his free one. “Thank you.”

An unexpected squeak leaves your lips, warmth filling your body as you squeeze Steve’s hand and smile up at him shyly.

“Y-You’re welcome, Stevie.” Your voice is soft, nearly indiscernible except for your Alpha with his advanced hearing. “Um, just… I guess you can text me later and tell me how they taste?” It’s phrased as an uncertain question because you don’t want to make him feel like he has to, but you desperately hope he does. You need their praise more than air.

“You’re not staying?”

That question has your head snapping up so you can look at him directly, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you take in his equally confused gaze.

“I - um. I guess I just thought you wouldn’t want me to. I mean, you never want to come in my house, so I just figured you wouldn’t want me in yours.” Your voice comes out shakier than you’d like, and the hope that he’d invite you in is creeping up. “Which is fine! You - you don’t have to, and I don’t want to make you guys uncomfortable, especially since Bucky isn’t feeling well.”

Steve sighs, his scent souring a little as though he’s disappointed, and now you’re anxious over possibly saying something wrong. But when he senses your growing panic, he tugs on your hand until you follow him inside. And immediately, the aroma of both Bucky and Steve’s scent calms you down.

“Of course we want you here, sweet Omega.” Steve smiles at you again, pulling you further into the house until you get to the kitchen not far from the entryway. He drops your hand so he can place the food on the counter. The Alpha quickly moves toward you, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you into his chest. Plush, soft lips land on the top of your head, and they linger there for a few moments.

As though he sensed your arrival, Bucky comes rushing into the kitchen with a wide smile.

“Omega,” He says, walking toward you and Steve with purpose so he can wrap around you too.

“Our sweet girl brought us some brownies since you aren’t feeling well.” You can hear the smile in Steve’s voice, and they both release their hold on you so you can turn around and face Bucky.

Bucky goes silent, and when you place your hands on his chest you can feel how his heart rate picks up. And after a few moments of simply staring into your eyes, his smile softens, his body relaxing.

“Oh, honey,” Bucky sighs wistfully, falling into your embrace while Steve stands behind you with his arms around your waist and helping you not fall over under Bucky’s hulking frame. You don’t mind though, you’d happily die by being crushed under their weight if it meant you could touch them, and have them touch you. Caressing you, kissing you, adoring you the way only they can. And despite your earlier hesitation, you wouldn’t pass up the chance to brighten up your Alphas’ day for anything. And their grateful kisses and pleased rumbles let you know that you did just that.

“Thank you,” Bucky mumbles into your neck as he presses soft and chaste kisses to the area. “You’re perfect.”

You can’t help the nervous chuckle that passes through your lips, nor can you stop yourself from shaking your head, immediately trying to deny it. While you love praise, specifically theirs, you don’t really feel like you deserve it sometimes. How can these two perfect Alpha’s possibly be interested in you? You’re not too sure why they like you, but you try not to think too hard about it. You don’t want to overthink everything and spiral into self-doubt, which would then lead you to sabotage the relationship, and you absolutely don’t want that.

“I-It’s nothing, really. I just want to make you feel better.” Your voice is small and shy, and you cast your eyes downward when Bucky pulls away from you to look at you with such intensity that it makes your entire body go warm. Your heartbeat speeds up when Steve steps back too and moves so he can stand beside Bucky and look at you directly.

“It’s not nothing, baby,” Steve sighs, reaching out and placing a large hand on the back of your neck and turning your head upwards so he can hold your gaze, and it’s absolutely impossible to suppress the shiver that runs down your spine. Oh, how you want to feel his hands on… other parts of your body.

“It’s thoughtful,” Bucky adds, lightly squeezing your hips. “We mean it; thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” You say softly, smiling at both of them and reaching out to place your hands on each Alpha’s chests. In a quick and bold move, you lean up on your toes to place a gentle kiss on Steve’s lips, then move over to Bucky.

Bucky, however, decides a single peck isn’t enough. Steve keeps his hand on the back of your neck and angles your head so it’s easier for Bucky to slide his tongue along your bottom lip and take advantage of your surprised squeak by slipping his tongue into your mouth. He swallows your little gasps and sighs, snaking his arms around your waist to pull your body flush against his.

The intensity of the kiss comes to a halt when Steve’s stomach rumbles. You and Bucky break apart with breathless chuckles, turning to look at Steve’s sheepish expression.

“Sorry,” He laughs, sliding his hand from your neck to the side of your face, and he smiles wider when you nuzzle and kiss his palm. “We haven’t eaten since this morning.”

“I can cook for you!” You say quickly, surprised with yourself by how fast you were to offer. You’re not the best cook, but depending on what food they have you’re pretty sure you whip up something presentable. Plus, your inner Omega is just aching to please them.

“You don’t need to do that, honey,” Bucky says, stepping back but keeping one hand on your back. “We can just order something.”

“Please?” You ask softly, smiling up at him and using the fact that he can never say no to your pout to your advantage. “I want to.”

Both men sigh, fully knowing that they could never deny you anything you want. So, they both nod, stepping aside so you can go to their fridge.

“You can just make something easy, it doesn’t matter to us.” Steve kisses your forehead, then smiles as he turns to look at Bucky while you go about finding something to cook. Pulling him in close, Steve quickly kisses Bucky’s lips and murmurs, “Told ya she’d understand.”

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“Told ya she’d understand.”

Steve chuckles when Bucky playfully shoves his elbow into his Alpha’s stomach. And Steve absolutely cannot stop himself from kissing Bucky again. And one more time. He can’t help it though, Bucky was feeling so awful earlier, and seeing his genuine smile and sparkling eyes fills him with happiness.

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky mumbles with a playful roll of his eyes, wiggling out of Steve’s hold so he can go sit at the kitchen island. Steve follows him, muttering “jerk” low under his breath as he sits next to Bucky.

The two men sit side by side, both with love-stricken gazes and twinkling eyes as they watch you flit around the kitchen happily, grabbing things here and there. They aren’t too sure what exactly you’re making, but it starts smelling good in no time. But the underlying scent of happiness coming from all three of you is what really strikes Bucky’s heart.

And in no time at all the food has been finished, and you make sure to pile their plates full of the food.

“I know spaghetti is boring, but I added a few spices so I hope you like it.” Your voice is soft and shy as you present them with their plates, and your rapidly beating heart showcases your nerves. You’re desperately hoping they like it - maybe praise you a bit for taking care of them.

“We’ll love it,” Steve says quickly, getting off the chair and walking up to you with a wide smile. “We’ll love anything you make us, honey.”

The squeak you let out makes both Alphas chuckle, giving you such soft gazes that makes you want to bare your neck to them in submission. With that, Steve and Bucky take their food and guide you to the couch in the living room, being careful as they sit down while Bucky pulls you into his lap.

They take time eating, occasionally feeding you despite your assurances that you already ate before you came over. They don’t care though, because they’ll be damned if they don’t dote on you for making them feel better.

And when the food has been eaten, Bucky gives you a glare when you offer to do dishes. “You’ve worked hard enough, honey,” Bucky tells you, wrapping his arms tighter around you to keep you in place.

It’s at that moment that Bucky realizes that this, the three of you under one roof, on one couch, is what home is for him. With you in his lap and Steve cuddled into his side, he knows that he’s the luckiest guy in the world, how can’t he be? He has his Alpha; the greatest love of his life, and you; the sweetest Omega to ever exist who’s teaching Bucky how to be happy in ways he never thought possible.

He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until you make a slightly distressed sound, your hands coming up to cup his cheek.

“Buck?” Steve coos, bringing up a hand so he can run his finger through his mate’s hair. “What’s wrong?”

Bucky sniffles, shaking his head as he wipes his eyes, then takes hold of one of your hands so he can kiss your knuckles. He smiles, so soft and sweet and innocent, smiling wider when Steve presses a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s stupid,” Bucky says with a quiet huff and shrugs. “I just… Today was shit, like, awful. And I’ve been happy all these years with Steve by my side, but other than right now, the only time I can remember feeling this happy was when I was finally reunited with him.”

Bucky briefly glances over at Steve, giving him that soft and adoring look he always gives him, then looks back at you and holds your gaze.

“You make me happy, Omega.”

Your eyes go wide, a soft gasp escaping your lips. Because, while you don’t know everything about what’s transpired in their lives and relationship, you know that it must be a pretty big deal for him to say this. And it fills you with a feeling dangerously close to love, but you can’t help it. Bucky’s been through the depths of hell and back, and he deserves everything good in the world. And you being able to give him some of that goodness just makes you want to cry.

“You-“ You cut yourself off, clearing your throat to suppress the waver in your voice. “You make me happy too. Both of you.”

“Good, Omega,” Steve purrs, reaching across Bucky to give you a tender kiss.

And when you break away from Steve, you turn to give Bucky a kiss as well, and Bucky? Well, Bucky is pretty sure (re: totally confident) that he loves you. He knows Steve does too, which makes everything easier. Knowing that they’re on the same page about their feelings for you gives him reassurance that maybe this could work out.

He wants to mate with you, he wants to be with you in every way possible. And when you pull away and smile at your Alphas with that sweet and tender way you always do, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, you want that too.

So who can really blame him when Bucky asks, “Will you mate with us?”

From next to him, Steve doesn’t visibly react, though his heartbeat speeding up and the flush creeping up on his face tells Bucky that he wants that too - they’ve also spoken about it in length, so he knows he’s not just speaking for himself.

All the two men can do now is wait for your answer with bated breaths. It comes only a half of a second later.

“Of course.”

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!plug connie that’s been fucking on you for a while now but in private because you two have no business being together. A college girl who comes from a good home, loving family and has a bright future with this dude from the streets that sells drugs, totes guns and is always in a dangerous situation..not someone that anyone would ever expect you to associate with but here you were…legs spread up in the air with his palms gripping your ankles as he slow stroked your shit. “Ooh fuck…this pussy so good, baby..” drawing out in a pathetic moan. Truthfully, he could stay there and get lost in it for hours. All those troubles and business could wait. Right now, the only thing he needed was your body. His pistol on the dresser, pounds of marijuana faintly giving off a fragrance from the next room and shoe boxes full of money stuffed up underneath the bed as it creaked from the movements. No, this was the last place you should’ve been but there wasn’t a chance that you’d leave. “Yeah, that dick feel good, don’t it, baby?…got you shaking and shit..” that much evident by the loud cries escaping your lips, along with the trickling cream that dripped down his shaft each time he pushed it in. You felt like heaven…the closest he’d ever get to it with all the sins he’s committed. You’d look down to see that big cock bulging at the pit of your belly.. “Connieeee.” hearing you whimper his name as those nails he had paid for with dirty money clawed into his tattooed arms. He knew he was fucking you good..better than anyone past or future would even dream of. Tears streaming down your pretty face..lashes wilting off from the dampness but you didn’t want him to stop. Luckily for you, he was only getting deeper; speeding up those thrusts to make you really feel it. But his touches in turn became far more gentle..bending down, Connie brushed a hand across those cheeks before letting your lips meet for a barrage of sloppy kisses. Just then, your phone would illuminate and ring for the tenth time that night with friends and family probably searching for you. Wondering where you were; probably another stuffy party or club meeting they wanted you to attend but right now..there was a private affair for two and no one else was invited. Chuckling as he watched you glare over at it..knowing the urge was strong to pick it up but the desire to be fucked dumb until he was the only thing in your mind was even stronger. “my ‘lil good girl..always doing what everybody tell you to..” affirming so sweetly and lovingly with a kiss to your forehead.

“But that’s why you come see..so I can take care of you..our ‘lil secret, ain’t nobody got to know but us.”

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5K SPECIAL | CREATING YOUR OWN GARDEN𝜗𝜚

This is a guide to make your mind like your own garden flourishing with plants, flowers and butterflies. Having a good mental mindset, and being in the right state of mind is essential to being the best version of yourself.

This guide is divided into four sections: mindset, self-care, mental wellness and emotional intelligence. I hope you can take away something useful and take care of yourself! 💖

MINDSET

Your mindset can easily determine how you go through life. It influences how you feel, act, behave and your thoughts. When you have a poor mindset, it is going to be difficult to go through life, even if your life is easy.

However, once we grow and improve our minds, it is easier for us to navigate life, improve our well-being and increase our chances of success.

Before we get into mindset shifts, I want to explain how exactly you can implement them in your life. I feel like there’s so much talk about mindset, but no one exactly explains on how to implement them.

IMPLEMENTING

The first thing to implementing mindset shifts is making a conscious effort to be aware of your thoughts. If you want, practice mindful activities to improve your self-awareness of your thoughts.

You have to be able to catch a thought in its passing and whoosh it away from your mind. If you don’t whoosh it away, those simple thoughts build each time which can soon turn into the way you think.

Secondly, after increasing your awareness, identify what exactly about your thoughts or mindset you’d like to shift, and what you would like to shift to.

Thirdly, is to completely immerse yourself in that mindset shift. The mind learns through repetition, meaning that repeating it enough will make your mind learn it.

Set your mindset shift as your weekly intention, say affirmations, and prayer, read books on it, put a quote on your phone as your wallpaper, just make it so that mindset shift is constantly on your mind.

Lastly, do small actionable things that reinforce that mindset shift. I recommend you do at least one habit every day for this.

This is not the only method to implement mindset shifts, but for me, it’s the one that is highly effective. I recommend doing some research on your own, and making adjustments when needed depending on how you think.

MINDSET SHIFTS

This whole part we’ll talk about the mindset shifts I think everyone should at least try to implement in their lives if they want to improve themselves. These mindset shifts are my absolute favourites and they improved the quality of my life.

After each one, I’ll state a small habit you can incorporate that contributes to that shift.

Live your life with your highest self in mind.

This is more intentional living than an actual mindset shift, but still as important. Whatever you do throughout the day, consider if it aligns with your highest self. If not? Release it. Your highest self knows what's best for you, trust them.

At the end of the day, reflect on your daily habits, which include all habits you did today whether they were ideal or not. What habits aligned with your highest self and which didn’t? The ones that didn’t, why? How can you change or remove this habit to get closer to your highest self?

Rejection is just redirection.

As someone who has gotten rejected from the things that they wanted and felt so lost in the pursuit of fulfilment, this mindset shift saved me. You have to stop chasing the things that aren’t meant for you if life has proved it isn’t.

While I’m not saying give up after the first try, but try to step back and assess the situation. If you are qualified and ready for this thing, then why is it still not yours? Because it isn’t meant for you. God is trying to nudge you into a different path, recognise his signs.

To handle rejection better, look for the lesson(s) you’ve learnt, and the skills you grew and see if there is another area of life that you can apply them to.

Keep yourself on a pedestal.

I am worthy so much to me. It sounds like a weird sentence, but you should start treating yourself like a treasure and avoid giving out that same treatment to most people because you have your soul, which homes itself in your body. Every day, you are living through this soul and body.

So, why would you take care of someone else’s soul and body? You are never going to be the soul that lives in their body, or the body which homes their soul. Don’t neglect yourself in the priority of someone else.

Practice setting boundaries with others and recognising when someone wants more than what you’re willing.

You choose the life that you want.

You have choices and options every day to do things that will eventually have an outcome. Whether this outcome supports the vision of your dream life or not, all depends on how you choose to live your life now.

I don’t have a habit with this one but keep in mind that absolutely nothing is controlling you, and your choices are of free will. Circumstances can change, but that is why we have to adapt and be flexible.

Fear is a step to success

If you’re not scared, you’re not doing it right. Fear can hold us back, but that is why we have to twist fear into a source of motivation instead. If we were always in our comfort zone, stepping back when we feel a sliver of fear, we allow fear to dictate our life and its course.

You can’t be successful unless you do the uncomfortable. For this one, do something each day that scares you or makes you uncomfortable. It doesn’t have to be anything extreme, but simple things like exercising longer than usual or talking to someone who you wouldn’t imagine yourself with. Those little risks are so important.

Embarrassment is not a real emotion

This one is a bit controversial, but I do not believe in the concept of embarrassment. Yes, things can sometimes be awkward, but it is fully in your control if you want to feel ashamed or not. Being embarrassed only holds you back, and doesn’t allow you to live life to its fullest.

I would recommend doing a small risk every day as well, but of things that would usually feel awkward.

Progress over perfection/completion

Perfectionism which is allowed to be nurtured over time can create an avoidance mindset towards doing harder things in life. While we should strive for excellence in everything we do, we shouldn’t allow it to consume us.

(the avoidance mindset is when we put off/avoid tasks that we believe to be out of our abilities, and so that completion of the task is poor quality/not done well.)

This one is less common, but I know a few people who would not do a task if they knew it would not be fully completed in their desired time frame. However, each minute of work contributes to the results or completion of something.

Every day, do one thing that will add up to the completion of your long-term goals.

To welcome tomorrow, you have to let go of yesterday.

Living in the past makes us neglect our present self. I’m not saying forget everything that’s happened, but never allow the past to consume your mind. Acknowledge that you’ve been hurt, you’re longing or you were happier. Then, release it.

Journaling is the perfect way to stay in touch with the present. You can type it, write it, vlog, draw, or compose to journal.

Everyone has their beauty.

This one helped me a lot with comparison. I saw beauty, not as a measure or a value of someone, but rather something that everyone has uniquely and it cannot be valued. I have my sense of beauty, and you have your beauty as well. We are two different people with unique features, traits and qualities, so our ‘beauty’ can’t be measured against each other.

Define your beauty. You could be smart, feminine, book beauty or dark, flowers, creative beauty. You add your details to your beauty and never try to define someone else's.

To conclude this section, your mindset is very powerful. To achieve your goals, work on your mindset. Also, don’t try to work on more than one mindset shift at a time. Implement one fully then work on the next one. It could be overwhelming if you’re doing more than one.

SELF-CARE

The next chapter of this guide is about self-care. Self-care is important for maintaining balance in our lives and generally keeping ourselves happy. However, most people don’t understand the concept of self-care, so they just end up doing a bunch of random things and wondering why they don’t feel better.

Yes, you can coddle or pamper yourself when you want, but it is not self-care. While activities from these three things do overlap, do not confuse the terms with each other.

Self-care is simply what it says. Taking care of yourself. Taking care of yourself looks different for everyone. My idea of self-care will be different to yours.

REDEFINING SELF-CARE.

When you imagine what self-care looks like, it’s typically someone else’s definition of self-care which has been reinforced in your mind. You have to redefine your idea of self-care to match your goals, energy levels and circumstances.

Before you do, self-care is not always about taking a break. It seems that way, however, self-care can also be having the discipline to do the things that you don’t want to, but are good for you.

Here are some questions to help you redefine your self-care:

What does self-care mean to you? Does that meaning align with your current values and needs?

Do you have any negative associations or misconceptions of self-care? Why?

How do I feel in all areas of my life? (physically, mentally, spiritually, professionally). What areas need more attention and how can I improve that area(s)?

What activities bring me happiness, fulfilment and a sense of renewal?

What tasks do I have to do, which are good for me but I hesitate in completing that task?

How would I like to feel after complementing my self-care rituals?

Envision your life if it had complete balance and self-care incorporated. What habits would you be doing to support that vision?

My idea of self-care is completing all of my non-negotiables, maintaining a healthy lifestyle, taking somewhat productive breaks and talking to others daily.

THE SEVEN PILLARS OF SELF-CARE

Self-care has seven pillars, which you all need to take care of to have a balanced life. However, balanced self-care does not mean equal attention to each pillar. It means that each one is up to the same standard of self-care you’ve put for yourself. So, you need to allocate your attention appropriately.

MAJOR PILLARS

Physical - The well-being of your body.

Mental - The state of your mental health, mind and emotions.

Spiritual - The strengthening of your relationship with God while nourishing your holy spirit.

Personal - Doing things that bring you enjoyment and fulfilment + embracing your identity.

MINOR PILLARS

Social - Connecting with friends, family or even strangers.

Professional - Your work/school life.

Environment - Keeping your space clean and extracting anything that holds you back.

Major and minor do not add or take away the value each category has, it just means that major pillars may need more attention compared to the minor ones which may need less attention. Of course, you may need to focus more on a minor pillar, as self-care is individual to you.

I would’ve added a list of things that you could do for each category, but I want you to think about what you need for each instead of relying on strangers with different lives for self-care.

Maybe you need to focus on exercising and doing your hobbies more. Or you need to create a better work/life balance for yourself. It all depends on your values, needs and circumstances.

MENTAL WELLNESS

Mental wellness is the state of our cognitive, emotional and psychological functioning. When we are mentally well, we can cope better with challenges, develop a habit of having positive thoughts, and greater happiness and improve most areas of our lives overall.

There are a lot of things that contribute to our mental wellness, and I most likely won’t have everything here. Just a little disclaimer as well, it is completely normal to have a fluctuating mental state especially when we are going through unfavourable change.

DIGITAL MINDFULNESS

Social media is a huge part of our lives but is also the main factor of mental destruction. I’m not going to say delete all of your social media, but I want to introduce to you a few ways to mindfully consume and rules with managing screen time.

MINDFUL CONSUMPTION

To consume content mindfully, go onto apps intentionally and know what your purpose is when using that app. For example, if you want to find new habits that you can do, you could search on Tumblr or if you want a quick break from something stressful you can watch an episode of something on Netflix.

It doesn’t matter what the purpose exactly is, but the action of being intentional.

After you consume what you want, download images, and screenshots, and take notes or any documentation of what you found/learnt. This is more so the information is remembered/used.

Manage your notifications. You do not need notifications from every app. Except for messages and phones, I do not put notifications on my device. I believe that if something is important enough, I’ll remember to check my phone later without the help of a notification.

Only consume quality content. It is so easy to consume content that has obviously been reposted or is blatantly spreading misinformation. Only consume from people who you trust and you’ve followed/subscribed to. While yes, you can explore but be very mindful when doing so.

You should be decluttering, organising and deleting on your devices routinely. This reduces the amount of distractions on your phone and makes it more intentional. Only keep the things that align with your needs, values and goals.

DIGITAL BOUNDARIES

Have rooms or zones in the house in which you’re not allowed to use any devices or the devices you choose. For example, the bed, bathroom, office, when you’re eating at the dining table, etc.

An alternative is having a period of a day when device usage is not allowed. It could be right after you wake up, right before you go to sleep or just in the middle of the day. Either, I recommend you have a time or place in which device usage is not allowed.

While I encourage everyone to keep up with socialising with their loved ones and friends, I don’t support dropping everything just to talk to someone. E.g If somebody wants to text while you’re in the middle of a study sesh, just say you’ll talk later.

MANAGING STRESS

Stress is an unwelcome yet common feeling we all have. No matter what’s on your plate, we tend to stress a lot, especially in a society that is going so fast and makes us feel like we’re falling behind.

To manage stress, you need to be self-aware of when you feel stressed. A lot of people actually can’t recognise when they feel stressed, and I am one of those people. Instead, I rely on mental or physical signs that tell me I’m feeling stressed out.

SIGNS OF STRESS

Unusual lack of motivation or discipline

Feeling tired constantly even if haven’t done anything exhausting

Inconvenience impacts you more

Overthinking about small things

Trouble with sleeping

Low appetite

Focusing is harder

Crying or feeling tearful over small things

This is not the complete list of symptoms, but these are the things I feel/do when I feel stressed. Stress will look different for everyone, so you need to be able to create your own list of signs when you feel stressed.

CREATING A STRESS MANAGEMENT PLAN

Creating a plan helps you to be prepared to effectively address and cope with stress. It allows you to be more productive and improves mental health when you use this plan when needed.

Here are a few steps to creating your own!

Identify stress triggers. What do you dread the most? What makes you feel drained? What do you overthink about? Answer these questions to figure out what triggers your stress.

Assess your coping strategies. Notice if you have any ways of coping that are self-destructive, as this only contributes to your stress.

Choose 1-3 activities that are fun to you and are not self-destructive. These activities do not have to be productive or beneficial, but they have to make you feel relaxed and generally feel better

Choose one relaxation technique and one self-care activity. These are up to you, as we tend to neglect self-care relaxation when we’re stressed.

Optional, but have one person who you can talk to when you’re stressed. When we are stressed, we tend to look at the smaller picture but talking to someone else helps us gain a greater perspective on the matter.

PRETTIEINPINK’S EXAMPLE PLAN

(If doing something that is my stress trigger, slot a time in the day to do my plan.)

Journal about why I’m stressed

Make a cup of strawberry and mango tea

Read a nice story while drinking tea

Guided stress meditation

Eat some fruits

Another thing when creating you plan to not restrict yourself using time. Allow yourself to take as much time as needed to alleviate yourself of stress.

EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE

Being emotionally intelligent is a skill. It is the ability to understand, process and communicate emotions effectively.

There are times when we do sometimes let our emotions take over and they dictate our actions, thoughts and words. This is why we need to build this skill, to get that control over our emotions back.

Thinking before you speak is an oldie but goodie. What we say can drastically influence the current situation for better or for worse. If you think that what you might say is rude, offensive or crude, don’t say it at all.

Also, stay quiet! I am all for standing up for yourself when being disrespected, but you need to recognise when someone is trying to rile you up... They WANT a reaction out of you. Most likely to use against you. Silently exit the situation instead.

If you are someone who gets a lot of energy from big emotions like anger, dejection, sadness, and jealousy, try to channel that energy into something that requires you to have a lot of energy and is beneficial to you. Keeping that energy in until you blow up is a no-no.

Not everyone is trying to hold you back with ill intent. People’s previous experiences can influence the advice they give to you because they have your best interest at heart. They know that their method worked, which is why they’re advising it. These types of people don’t understand that there is more than one way, but they still love you.

Avoid prolonging emotions. When you’re sad, don’t listen to depressing music. When you’re angry, don’t consume ragefuel. It’s very easy in this age of consuming to amplify therefore prolonging emotions, but it holds us back. Process it, and move on.

Stop acting on a whim. Go where your heart takes you, but reflect on it and create a plan. When you do, you end up in unfavourable circumstances. The most common one is working so hard to get to a certain point, only to realise that you don’t even like it. This is why reflection is important.

Be kind even when you’re not receiving it. Kindness is only kind when we do it out of pure love instead of personal gain. Stop expecting people to be kind to you after you’ve been kind to them. Kindness is a debt-free action.

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Reign down on me - Part 5

Pairing: Ghost x Hybrid!reader (eventual poly!141)

No use of y/n or mention of gender/race

Summary: Reader is a wolf hybrid in a world that treats them like second class citizens, given a horrible start in life after being thrown into the military with no preparation. After years of struggle, they're finally taken away from their base by Ghost, now a permanent member of taskforce 141 reader struggles to come to terms with the fact that perhaps there's a life there for them - if only they reach out and accept it.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, Angst, abuse mentions, self doubt, violent scenes

-🐺-

You fought back a sneeze, eyes going teary as your body pathetically fought the sand that had risen and invaded the wind. Suddenly you were finding yourself wishing for the ridiculous glasses that Ghost and the rest of the boys had been wearing earlier. Though you recognised that even if you had some of those monstrosities, it’d do you no good by that point. There was barely enough light to see by, the little half moon above was winking down and barely casting much of a glow over the night sky.

Price had dragged you all into a briefing room earlier that day and gave you all the run down on a new target, Razin, a man suspected of manufacturing bombs for the militia you were after. From there you were shown pictures of him, raising your brows at his scrawny features, and given a little intel about the town you were now stalking through. Even at the time you’d quietly groaned at the mention of the little desert town, you hated having to put up with the sand getting caught in your fur and eyes, not to mention how it made it so much more difficult to scent things as well.

The only benefit of the place was that the houses were small and usually that meant that there wouldn't be very much to sweep. That is if it weren’t built over a tunnel or extensive secret basement, which Price was heavily theorising could be a possibility.

From what you’d been shown it was only supposed to be two floors tall, with a roof that allowed for people to be positioned on top of it, set against the backdrop of the rocky hills beyond. It was close to the outskirts of town but still enclosed by other houses, positioned on the side that crept nearest to the small river that snaked nearby before disappearing into the rocky outcrops beyond. It would’ve been a sweet little place if it weren’t owned by the chef boyardee of bombs.

“Y’good, Pup?” Ghost murmured through the comms.

You looked over at the spot you knew he was positioned at, secreted away on the balcony to the right of you with his rifle, and huffed out a breath. Define ‘good’, you thought. It’d been a while since you’d been so far away from him. Now that you’d been hiding out by the open window for a few hours at least, you’d been blasted with sand and bored to death enough to make you want to cling desperately onto your handler’s leg and beg him to go home.

“Affirmative,” you whispered back instead.

“Good. We’ve got movement on the road outside of town - you two might be set to move soon, so get ready.”

“Yes, Sir,” you answered.

You rolled your tired shoulders and looked over at Soap, noting that his dark eyes were still flitting from the target location and to you, watching carefully like a fretful horse. He still looked barely more comfortable left alone with you than when you first arrived. The man had been none too pleased when Ghost explained his plan on arrival, frowning when he was told about your little team up. Couldn’t be helped when Soap was the best equipped to deal with explosives and someone had to play sniper and keep watch.

Of course Soap had continued to train with you in the week leading up to then, slowly getting better at not flinching whenever you got close to him. However he’d never had to be around you without Ghost as a buffer yet. Now that it was just you both in the small room across from the house, he was the most tense that you’d ever seen him. Not that he was trying to be obvious about it, he clearly felt he was being sly with his darting looks and slow sighs. For that you gave him some slack.

“I’m thinking the window on the right side is the best entry point for me,” you said, looking meaningfully across at him. “I can sweep the first floor while you go around to the side door and I can make sure it's unlocked for you.”

“You wanna go in alone?” Soap questioned, narrowing his eyes at the house.

“It’s what war dogs are for,” you shrugged. “No point waiting for you to come in with me, I can get in and check the place out quietly before you come clomping in.”

“I don’t clomp,” Soap snorted, giving you a withering look.

“Sure, tell that to all your heavy gear and your big boots. Trust me, if I go in and get a feel for the place then I can tell who or what we need to watch out for before we go sniffing out the target.”

“And you say ‘What’ meaning?” he questioned.

“Other hybrids, bombs, guns…etcetera,” you listed, shifting your sights to the window you’d pointed out.

“You can tell all that just from going in and getting a whiff of the front room?” he asked dryly.

“Well I can’t give exact information, but I can give a good guess. It’s just like when we’ve been training, if you let me get ahead of you then I can check the place out first and let you know what you’re up against. That’s how I keep myself useful.”

“Ghost, you good with that?” Soap asked doubtfully, frowning over at the balcony from the corners of your vision.

“The house has been quiet enough,” Ghost noted. “If Pup wants to go in first, I trust their judgement.”

“Pup’s way it is then,” Soap grunted, almost absolving himself of anything that might happen. “I’ll wait for you to open the door, furball.”

You nodded your head, forcing down your instinct to growl, keeping your focus on the window instead. You’d show him who was a fucking furball.

This was it. It wasn’t lost on you that this job would prove to the team that you could be an asset - not just a stupid wolf that ploughed through training exercises. Someone that could be used as an effective tool if given the chance.

This was your chance. You anxiously ran your hands down your vest, breathing in measured lungfuls of air while you took stock of your inventory and grounded yourself. There were three knives held securely in the right side, new ones that Ghost had gotten for you ahead of the mission, and a small first aid kit and canteen stashed in the main pockets on your left. You were wearing your gloves, and your ear protection was on and looped round your ears, the rubber circlets had thankfully stopped feeling as aggravating against your fur now that they’d been on for a few hours. They always pressed up so uncomfortably against your helmet, though it was always better to face a little discomfort than being killed by a shot you might’ve avoided.

“The car’s approaching the building, this is it.”

The old guard troupe would be coming out and a new one would be entering, however as the intelligence operatives had noted in their previous findings, the 2am group would never get to their posts on time. They'd opt instead to routinely drink and talk shit on the roof, presumably thinking that Eugene wouldn’t know about it, and would stick around for roughly a half hour before sluggishly making their way to where they should be - giving you and Soap time to get in, search for your target and hopefully get out before anyone was any the wiser.

You heard the engine grumbling through the winding streets long before it reached the other side of the house, but as soon as the headlights illuminated the street over, they cut almost instantly with the noise. Doors slammed and snide voices carried out into the night, mingling together in two distinct groups, one set growly and tired and the others playful and light. It was impossible to make out exactly what they were saying, but you were sure that the group leaving were probably being very obvious about how happy they were to be getting the fuck out.

“G’on, Pup,” Ghost murmured. “Make me proud.”

You shook your head and paid no more mind to the group on the other side, you were going to move forward out of view of them anyway. With Ghost’s encouragement strengthening your confidence, you were eager to press on. You nodded your head toward Soap as a ‘see you in there’ gesture and jumped out the window, stealing your way through the street and into the next window ahead. It was easy for you to spring up, tilting your tail a little to the left so that it wouldn’t smack against the frame.

As soon as you were inside you spotted the dancing shadows of the men toward the front of the building and found a decent hiding spot behind a side wall to wait in so that the new group of guards could pass by you. Your tail swished idly as you waited for them to come in and your ears twitched, listening out and rotating like little satellites as you took in your surroundings. The livingroom and kitchen were all one room, but there was a hallway to the bottom left that would allow entry into the house and up to the stairs beyond.

The guard opened the door before long, letting the cool air breathe a sigh into the house, and luckily they trudged up the stairs in short order. Their steps were muffled and soft, attempting to be light so that their boss wouldn’t be alerted. You heard them all the same. Your ears could pick up so much more than any of theirs could, which means you knew the exact moment you were safe to launch yourself to the other side of the room and get the door for Soap. He raised his brows at you when you made a sweeping motion with your hand to welcome him in.

“Love what you’ve done with the place,” he whispered. “How many guests we got?”

“We got about six men tonight I think. No hybrids - you’ll be glad to know,” you said just as quietly, grinning when you caught his guilty wince. “Can smell the explosives, think Price was right on his basement theory, they don’t seem like they’re upstairs.”

“Y’hear that Ghost?” Soap said, purposefully looking away from you.

“Copy. I’ll keep an eye on the guards, you two track down that sly bastard,” Ghost answered, growly voice tickling your ears.

“Lead the way the way then, Pup.”

You nodded and lifted your head in the air, getting a good feel for the scent trail then turned toward the hall. The plastics clung at your nose and tugged you toward the stairs, but you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you needed to get below. Every instinct was telling you that you needed to go there, that someone’s steps had passed over them, but they hadn’t ascended.

A soft growl tore itself from you. You needed to get closer to the source. You knelt down and took a tentative sniff of the floor, the steps creaked lowly like a clearing throat as you shifted your weight onto them. Bingo.

“The fuck are you doin’?” Soap hissed.

You tilted your head up at him and smiled sweetly.

“The nose knows,” you shrugged.

“What’re you on about?”

Soap’s eyes were so wide you thought he might explode. You would’ve giggled if you weren’t conscious of how much noise you’d made already. No, it was important to try to be as quiet as possible in those next few seconds.

You hooked your fingers onto the first step and pulled up, huffing out a breath as they turned out to be heavier than expected. Though in seconds the first three steps came away and rose up, revealing a concealed stairway below - leading down to the dingy basement. The smell continued through the shadows, air thick with that heavy plastic smell.

“Fuck me,” Soap breathed. “You can smell secret entrances as well?”

“Oh yeah, they always smell fishy,” you smirked.

“Jesus. Ghost’s humour is rubbin’ off on you,'' he groaned.

He had a point. Normally you weren’t one for pointless chatter, but you were in your element that day and after training so much with your new team you felt more relaxed than usual. Of course you weren’t operating under the assumption that Soap would be diving in front of bullets for you, but at the very least he had your back.

“We’re heading underground, Ghost. See ya on the other side,” Soap noted, patting you on the shoulder just like Ghost normally would.

You felt your tail give a slight swish against the backs of your legs.

“Copy that, Sergeant,” Ghost confirmed.

Ghost was quiet compared to usual, focused on his targets you figured. It spurred you on to focus too. You quietly slipped forward down the stairway, nose raised in the air as you proceeded. Soap followed at your rear, quietly closing the stairway and bathing you both in almost pitch darkness. There was only a little light to see by, its source hidden round the corner. Things smelled and sounded clear, but nonetheless you braced, ready to duck and dive if you needed to.

When you turned the corner however, there was no need for any quick exits. There was just another hallway with some candles stuck in hastily hammered in holders, the flames lazily flickering as the stale air kept them standing bolt upright. You frowned and pressed ahead, boots softly pressing into the runner carpets until you almost hit a chain, only just avoiding it as you’d caught the shine of it in the corner of your eye.

You stuck a hand out to your left and kept Soap behind you, narrowing your eyes so that he’d know to be quiet. He caught on fast, not saying a word as you took another careful sniff around the air. Among the scent of burning wicks and aged dust there was something else, something earthy. There was a low droning sound as well now that you focused, a bassy groan that drifted through the walls.

Hybrid, you mouthed. Attack dog.

Soap’s eyes narrowed and he raised the pistol he’d unholstered from his side, the silencer reaching out into the hallway and past your body. You stepped off to the right and allowed him to push forward and round the corner, watching with dull interest as he shot the wolf man that had been resting by the next candle. After a soft pop sounded the man slumped off to the side and left a smear of crimson as he went, eventually thudding to the ground and rattling the chain once he reached the floor.

“That’ll be the alarm system then,” you whispered.

“Just him? There’s not anymore?” Soap asked, looking round warily for other signs of life.

“Not that I can detect,” you said carefully, taking another cautious breath of air. “He’s in pretty bad shape though, probably been kept chained down here a while. Can’t imagine Razin would want the hassle of having to get by more than one hungry mouth on the way in.”

“Aye…probably not,” Soap said, lingering doubt heavy on his voice.

You turned and smiled to yourself, again wondering why the Sergeant was so afraid of your kind. He had a gun, two guns in fact - one strapped to his back. You and yours only had teeth and claws to defend yourself with. Every fight you went into was one that tipped your scales ever closer to death, yet he walked around sometimes like he was standing with the grim reaper himself when he found himself with you.

There was no point getting caught up over it though. You advanced forward again and rounded another corner, this time greeted by muffled voices and sounds of implements working away. You getting closer. You were overwhelmed by the scent of a new person, baring your teeth at the thick coal like scent. It flooded your system and set your vision alight, peripherals shrinking as your wolf instincts came rushing forward. You were ready to attack, ears pinned back and tail sinking low.

“Pick somethin’ up?” Soap murmured, voice sounding so loud in your sensitive ears you wanted to snarl at him.

However, knowing your target was so close by, you silently turned instead and let Soap get a good look at your face. He seemed to visibly pale when his eyes met yours, but quickly remembered himself, raising his gun and holding his position behind you. Had you been more lucid, you’d have congratulated him for not flying off like a scared bird.

However, you walked forward instead, sticking close to the walls and keeping yourself on high alert. It wasn’t long until you were greeted with the sight of a new entryway and the drowning scent of explosive materials. Your entire head was on fire, every little instinct screamed danger, but you followed your training and ignored the rising need to get away.You peered around instead, widening your eyes as you saw Razin right in front of you. He was working away with his back turned, too distracted by whoever he was speaking to on his tablet to be able to pay any attention to either of you.

Soap slunk next to you and looked around, mouth set in a grim line as he sized up the target. All around him, littering his workshop were multiple prototypes, tons of different kinds of bombs that Soap would know far more about than you. The only thing you knew for sure was that you’d have to be quiet, take down the target as fast as possible - that was the only way to know none of them would go off.

Soap gently patted your head to get your attention. Wait, he mouthed.

You wanted to snap at him, mouth watering in anticipation of a bite, eyes narrowing as his hand drew close to your throat. However you wrenched yourself away from him and breathed out as quietly as you could, anxiously glancing between Soap and Razin as you waited for your ok.

It took every ounce of self control just to stand there. Soap didn’t look like he was in any rush to let you move. He listened to the conversation instead, jaw set and head tilted while he kept you suspended in the shadows, right on the precipice of an attack. You just wanted to go, needed to fly through the room and tear at something.

The conversation between Razin and the deep voiced stranger on the ipad drew to a close before you lost it, ending with Razin cursing before swatting at the tablet and sending it flying. You followed the movement with your eyes and turned to Soap, almost barking with glee when he tightly nodded and gave you the go ahead to go capture your target.

You had no clue what curses Razin was shouting when you landed on top of him, but you could hazard a guess that they were some of the worst profanities he could muster. His face scrunched in fury and his whole body flailed as he fought to get you off of him, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t shake you off.

Your main priority was ensuring his hands couldn’t reach for anything and set something off, so as you secured yourself over him, you bit harshly into one of his arms and growled when he swatted at you with his other hand. Before he could do any real damage Soap came to your aid and wrenched Razin’s free hand behind his back, securing it in a cuff before taking the other arm from you and settling the other cuff round that one.

“Release,” Soap commanded, voice wavering as he caught your eyes.

Your vision was almost completely darkened, indicating to the last sane shred of you that you’d gone nearly completely feral. Every limb in your body shook and your back felt like a lightning rod as the familiar instinctual tremble worked its way through you. Maddox’s voice rattled in your ear, the ghost of him ever present when you found yourself losing to the wolf. You are an attack dog, you will bite, you will kill, this is the only way to survive. Bite mutt, kill! Do what you’re meant for, dog!

“Pup,” Soap said carefully, trying to maintain eye contact. “You good?”

You growled in response, watching with displeasure as Razin continued to struggle beneath Soap. You wanted to put a stop to it. Not part of the mission, you reminded yourself, internally struggling with the angry beast inside your head. Need this one alive.

“Pup,” Soap said again, voice a firm roar.

“Yes,” you snarled, shaking your head and backing off. “M’fine. Lets go.”

Kill, mutt!

You shook your head again, walking forward and dispersing any last traces of Maddox, fighting to regain control of yourself. Normally you weren’t so prone to falling back so badly on the wolf instincts, as much as you often did use them to get in the right headspace you were usually still in control of yourself.

Now you felt untethered. It felt as though any threat to you and the team had to be treated with the utmost hostility. And Razin was a threat. It had you frowning back at Soap, watching as he struggled to force Razin forward while his feet tried to plant against the floor. You growled when Soap was knocked back by him.

Protect. Mine. Kill threat.

You almost stopped in your tracks when the thought hit you. For once it wasn’t Maddox’s voice spurring you and forcing you to do terrible things, this wasn’t any outside voice at all. The low growl that rushed through your head like a chemical injection was your own. Normally your instincts kicked in for self preservation,your body doing whatever it needed to in order to get through a job alive. Now they were directed at Soap, more specifically, towards ending the struggling and kicking from the man he was holding.

“I’m going on ahead,” you said, voice pitching up as you rushed forward.

If you spent anymore time looking over at Razin and his flailing feet you were going to kill him. It wasn’t a speculation, it was a certainty. One that had you wide eyed and running terrified down the hall.

You reached the top of the stairs in record time, pausing at the closed exit to listen out for anyone that might be coming down on the steps above.

“Ghost, we’ve secured the target. Are we good to exfil?” you rasped, hearing Soap cursing as he manoeuvred the hallways a lot slower than you did.

“The men are finishing the last of their drinks, one of them went down already. You’ll need to take him out and get out of there as fast and quiet as you can,” Ghost supplied, voice level as usual.

“I can manage that. Soap, I’ll go find Razin’s buddy. You good to get him out?” you asked, looking back into the darkness for your answer.

“I’m almost through the hall, fashioned a little gag for the bastard so I reckon we’ll be good on the staying ‘quiet’ part. Go ahead, Pup, clear to move,” Soap answered, voice echoing through the halls and on your comms.

“Alright then.”

-🐺-

You were shaking terribly by the time you made it back to transport. Razin was properly secured now, hooded and gagged before being taken away to another section of the hold with an armed guard. He was safely out of view from your stabbing glare. Meanwhile Ghost and Soap ushered you toward the opposite corner, serious looks in both their eyes as they exchanged low whispers.

Your head was filled with cloying fog. All you wanted to do, for whatever reason, was to get close to Soap, but you feared him retaliating too much to be able to do it. You wanted to make sure he was alright, but even you weren’t sure why you were so obsessed about it. It was Soap afterall, he was a highly trained SAS soldier, he was fine.

Not to mention, when he’d seen your blood covered face come into view behind him in the safehouse, he’d almost screamed bloody murder. The last thing he needed was you to go barreling up to him. You swore you could hear his heart thumping even when you stood just across from him, it beat so loudly. It hadn’t eased much since then and getting to the plane either.

Mine. Safe? Hurt.

Your chest held a small flame, body keeping it roaring as you anxiously wanted to check Soap over. You could smell his blood, could smell the copper tang that was corrupting the soft sage of his usual scent. It burned at your nose and caused you to whine when you got close. Ghost’s hand prevented you from getting nearer.

“Pup,” Ghost said softly. “Pup, can you look at me?”

You tore your eyes away from Soap and dutifully looked up at Ghost. His face was still covered by his balaclava and his eyes were darkened from the black paint. You huffed as you focused on his pupils, taking in the spiced citrus and the sound of his infectiously steady pulse.

Your panting breaths eased.

“You did good, Pup. Kept Soap safe and took down Razin and got that guard. You did a very good job,” Ghost rumbled, petting between your ears as he normally did. “Can you come sit down for me?”

You nodded, feeling almost in a trance as you complied with his request. You sat on the solid bench next to your Lieutenant, stopping to anxiously look back at Soap, until Ghost firmly gripped your jaw and tilted your head back to him. You whined.

“Shh, Pup. Shhh. Just give me your attention for a sec, ok?”

You gave him a little growl, but as soon as the look in his eyes hardened, you hushed up immediately. Have to be good for him, you thought to yourself. You closed your eyes for a second, and continued to work on your breathing, calming down with each evening heartbeat. Ghost watched you the entire time, never letting his gaze wander even for a second.

“Good, Pup,” Ghost praised after a moment, making sure to pet your back and over your ears. “That’s my good Pup, listening so well. Now…Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

You froze at his question. Biting your lip when you knew he wasn’t going to let you get away with a lie.

“Soap’s bleeding,” you said simply, finally letting your eyes drop down to the floor. “Want to know he’s ok.”

Ghost tipped your chin back up with his hands. You could see his eyebrows were raised under the mask. You desperately wanted to look away again, but Ghost wouldn’t allow it. Soap snorted from behind your shoulder, he was still standing away from you both. His nervous steps across the metal were like their own heartbeat in your ears.

“I’m fine. The fucker bashed my nose in while he was strugglin’,” Soap explained. “A wee bit blood is nothing to get so upset over.”

You whined. You already knew logically that he was fine. It wasn’t your logical mind that was worked up though. Otherwise you’d be able to actually explain the problem to Ghost. However, as it was, you had no idea what the problem really was. All you knew was that Soap had been bleeding and you were absolutely beside yourself with worry over it.

Ghost seemed to have an idea though. He nodded to himself and petted your head for good measure, giving you a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder before he went to his pack. You watched his movements, cataloguing every step he took, trying to work out what he was doing. Sometimes when you got too worked up you’d get sent for a sleep, injected with a cocktail of drugs to force some calm into you.

Was Ghost going to knock you out?

You watched carefully as he pulled what looked like a bottle of water and a cloth from his bag instead. He untwisted the cap and carefully wetted the cloth, not letting too much liquid flood the material before he turned back to you.

“Stay still for me, darlin’. Keep your mouth closed,” he ordered.

You frowned, not sure what he was about to do until he began wiping at your face, smoothing the cloth over your skin until it turned red with the other men’s blood. He was cleaning you. The realisation had you untensing yourself and for a few moments longer you sat still and let Ghost work his magic until your face felt clean and light. All the grime was gone, your skin felt a little raw, but still it was better than before.

“Soap, you trust me don’t you?” Ghost said, putting the bottle down and looking over your shoulder.

The pacing behind you stopped.

“Not when you bring it up like that,” Soap retorted.

Ghost rolled his eyes.

“Come sit down.”

“Why?” Soap asked suspiciously.

“Just come.”

It took a second, but soon Soap complied, coming to rest beside Ghost. Ghost wasn’t someone to argue with, even to other humans. You saw Soap now, pupils dilating so quickly that you could feel your eyes actively adjusting to shut out light. Oh no, not again, you thought. You were losing yourself to instinct, wanting to surge forward and get closer - wrap yourself around him like a scarf. You looked away, trying to lessen his horror (and yours) as he shifted back a bit to get some distance.

“Soap, you’re not gonna like this…but please trust me,” Ghost said, bringing you close to his armoured chest. “I need to ask you to do something.”

You gratefully wrapped yourself round him, only barely able to get your arms fully round his vest so that you could hug into the man like he was your only source of warmth. It helped. Fully shutting your eyes against Ghost’s black tac gear and trying to distract yourself from the man next to him was the next best thing to whatever your instincts were screaming at you to do.

“Spit it out,” Soap said through gritted teeth.

“I need you to take Pup and let them…well essentially give you a hug,” he said awkwardly, clearly unsure of how to ask.

Soap snorted out a dark laugh and you were sure if you looked up you’d see a disgusted expression.

“I don’t think nows the time for having a fucking laugh, LT.”

“I wouldn’t suggest it if I thought you were in any danger,” Ghost said, voice taking on an edge as his body stiffened under you. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important either, I don’t want to hurt you. You know that.”

“Ghost, look at their fuckin’ eyes, I don’t see why-”

Soap stopped before he could finish, huffing through his sentence like he’d been asked to diffuse a bomb with five seconds on the clock. Your ears flicked as you picked up a new sound filling the space, something soft and forlorn that rattled through you.

Your own sobs, you eventually realised.

You were losing yourself again, you hadn’t even realised you'd started crying. It became more than evident as the hot tears drifted down your cheeks.

“Pup, it’s ok,” Ghost said gently, stroking your ears. “Shh, you’re ok. Why’re you cryin’?”

You shook your head, head feeling dizzier than if you’d spun in an endless circle. Words were too much. They were too human.

“Ey?” Ghost continued, smoothing his hand over your back. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head again. Your body lurching with a growing dread.

“If I-” Soap began, freeing on his words as he tried to figure out what to say. “If I take Pup…will it help…this?”

Ghost took a pause, trying to coax you from where you were squishing your face under his chin.

“I reckon so,” Ghost said.

Soap sighed, pushing you to cry harder. The only rational part left of you couldn’t be sure of why his reticence was so upsetting to you, but then again you weren’t even sure what had caused any of the upset in the first place. So many men had been hurt while you were with them, and most of the time you couldn't give a shit - the rest of the time you were happy even to watch them bleed or sometimes cry through some of the worst injuries. Now Soap had a bit of a nosebleed and you were practically choking as if you couldn’t take on air anymore.

You couldn’t make sense of it.

You especially couldn’t make sense of it when Soap switched places with Ghost and sat at your back, ending your little crying fit when he took you from your handler and held you to his front. Your sobs quietly retreated into your throat and your tears turned off like a tap had been yanked. Instead of breaking down, you focused on burrowing into his chest. Your body completely calming when you picked out the sound of his heartbeat and got closer to the fresh scent of sage, nuzzling your nose just shy of his collarbones.

“What the hell…?” Soap breathed, body tensing as you finished getting comfortable.

It took a little moment until he was able to slowly relax his muscles. His arms came first, settling around you, and then his thighs slowly dipped down. His pulse was the last to die down, beating insistently against your ears like a timpani drum before it gently became more of a wing beat.

You sighed contentedly and felt yourself getting very tired, closing your eyes just before your vision fully faded back into focus again.

“You have no idea how much you’ve just helped,” Ghost said gratefully, voice sounding distant as you continued to float into what felt like a different plane of existence.

“Are you gonna tell me how I helped?” Soap asked, voice sounding insistent as his heartbeat picked up again. “You tellin’ me that whenever one of us gets hurt that pup’s gonna need a bloody emotional support buddy to get through it?”

Ghost laughed throatily.

“Not likely,” he assured, leaning forward and stroking your back. “Learnt about this way back in training, but I’ve never seen it so strong so quickly - Pup’s pack bonded to us, but its not a secure bond right now. I’m guessing they got upset because they thought you being hurt and keeping your distance was like a rejection. Basically like you saying that they don’t need to be concerned about you getting hurt because you’re not part of the pack.”

“Well how was I supposed to kn-”

“You weren’t,” Ghost soothed, calming Soap down before you could properly stir again.

You hummed against Soap’s chest and frowned at his quickening heartbeat, attempting to slow it with a gentle nuzzle. Though it didn’t do much to calm him, so you soon stopped and found that worked better instead.

It was only when you went still that they resumed talking again.

“So what does pack bonding mean?” Soap asked, sounding unsure as he shifted around you. “Pup doesn’t even know that much about me and now we’re in this- a pack.”

Ghost chuckled at that, the material of his clothing loudly buzzing at your ears as he shook.

“It’s not like a forced marriage Johnny, you don’t have to sound so frightened, it mostly just means their instincts’ll tell em’ to keep us safe. It’s probably down to all the protection work Price has had them doing while we’ve been in the beginning stages. Pup’s had a rough life, no ones ever cared for em’ like we have, even in the short time that’s been. Even when you’ve been handling Pup like a feinting nun, you’ve probably been nicer than most people they’ve met.”

“Fuck you, feintin’ nun,” Soap spat, laughing despite himself. “You told me the other day I was doin’ well!”

“You have been doing well. Better than I thought you would,” Ghost said softly, a smile weaving its way through his voice.

“Well enough to be in a pack apparently,” Soap huffed, absentmindedly running his hand over your back.

You practically purred in pleasure at that, letting out a low happy sound in your throat. Soap startled, but still held onto you, hand freezing in place however. He clearly didn’t understand that the noise you were making was supposed to be something nice.

“Why’re they growling at me?” Soap squawked. “What’d I do?”

“Relax! That’s not growling, not per se,” Ghost laughed, “It’s a good growl. Mean’s they’re happy. Untwist your knickers, you don’t wanna work Pup up again.”

“Fuckin hell…pack bonding…happy growls. What’s next? My poor heart could’ve done with a warning before having to hunt a terrorist and deal with all this,” Soap huffed. “And you say all this is because we’re nice? How bad has a life gotta be for a hybrid to wanna hug me? How’s this even helping?”

“It’s not about the hug itself. Being close like that is just letting them hear your heartbeat and get your scent. Pup knows you’re ok because you feel and smell healthy - that’s all they needed. It doesn’t help that the Branhaven arseholes condition them to surrender to their instincts on the field. It’s good when it comes to hunting people down, doesn’t help so much when they get all panicky because one of their own’s been bleeding.”

“And they don’t train that out?”

“Wouldn’t have had to before. Like I said - we’re the only ones that’ve been nice to em’,” Ghost said, voice quietening when he said the next part. “We’re the only team that’s ever applied for guardianship in the entire time they’ve been working. They got stuck in the military when they were ten and got signed away under a DNN contract. Even though it’s only been a week, we’re all Pup has. It’s only natural for them to feel like this.”

“What’s a DNN contract?” Soap asked.

“Do not notify,” Ghost said, the words making you whine softly as you thought back to when it was first explained to you. “Means Pup’s parents didn’t want contact after they dropped them off. No phone calls or letters from them, no contact, no notice if they ever get killed or captured.”

“That’s fuckin’ bullshit,” Soap growled.

“Mhmm,” Ghost hummed, stroking his hand over your back again. “Such a sweet Pup too. Got us to be good to you now. Our good Pup, huh?”

You whined in agreement and settled into Soap fully, happily letting yourself drift off to thoughts of citrus and sage. Theirs, the raspy inner voice whispered - just before you could fully lose the battle to sleep. Mine. Theirs. Mine!

-🐺-

The next day, after the debrief had reached its conclusion, Soap asked Ghost if he could have five minutes with you. You’d bitten your lip, anticipating that he might want to chew you out for you’d acted with him, and sadly nodded when Ghost said he’d be waiting across the corridor in Price’s office for you.

As soon as the door had clicked closed, you waited for the shouting to begin and wrapped your arms tightly round yourself, as if to keep your heart in your chest. Soap didn’t roar or hit the desk, or make any moves you’d been waiting for, not right away at least you’d figured. No, he gently tugged the seat in front of you out from the table and sat down across from you.

You peered over at him and felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, still not completely past the fact you’d insisted on curling round him like a little lap dog. Things were a bit foggy from that day still. Ghost had had to explain on the way back to his that you’d succumbed to your instincts and Soap has helped you calm down, but sure enough once he had, you remembered what you’d done and felt deathly self-conscious. No matter how much Ghost had tried to insist that it was ok, you’d gone to bed that night without speaking another word.

“Look, um…I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” Soap said nervously, arching his body down so that he could speak on your level.

“You’re sorry?” you repeated, not sure you’d heard right.

Did he mean to ask for an apology from you instead? You had no idea what he could possibly need to apologise for. As far as you were concerned his behaviour had been completely justified, you had acted like a crazy person. It wasn’t normal to need to sit and sniff people and hug them after they’d suffered a very common injury in the line of work you were in. Yet he still wanted to apologise to you?

“Yeah,” Soap breathed, pursing his lips before he could explain himself. “I’ve been treating you like a threat when you haven’t deserved it. It’s not acceptable, I’m a grown man and I’ve been acting like a scared kid around you. So I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Uh…” you trailed, not really sure how to respond. “Thanks?”

It wasn’t often that anyone apologised to you, especially not when they hadn’t even done anything that you deemed bad. For that reason, you were left scrabbling for something to say and unfortunately left wanting, letting the sentiment of gratitude hang in the air instead. Things were even more awkward now.

“You don’t need to worry about yesterday as well…Ghost said you were feelin’ awkward and I-”

“It won’t happen again,” you assured, swallowing a thick lump in your throat. “I’ll get better control of myself.”

“Well, you weren’t really yourself, so…It’s fine. You had your reasons.”

It wasn’t fine. However you didn’t really want to disagree with him, so instead you nodded tightly and looked away from Soap instead.

“I know you have your reasons for how you are with me,” you said softly. “Something to do with your scar, right?”

“How’d you…?” Soap trailed off, rubbing his thumb along the cracked keloid on his chin.

He almost seemed to realise the answer to his own question as he did it. You nodded when his eyes widened. It was almost comical really, he seemed like he was caught doing something awful when it wasn’t even a big deal. You were used to people being distrustful of you, had had your own parents accuse you of being ready to turn into a rogue beast at any moment. Being feared wasn’t anything new.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged.

“No, look…You should know - I don’t think you’re gonna do anything like this to me and even then that’s not really why I- It’s not- ugh fuck it,” he sighed, body growing heavy as he sat back in his chair. “My little brother was jumped by a hybrid when we were young. He was playin’ football in the street and ended up kicking the ball too far down the road. I was supposed to be watching him and I was too busy chattin’ to my friends and- well all I heard was him screamin’ bloody murder and when I got there he was knocked out and his arm had nearly been chewed clean off. I managed to get the wolf- i mean him off my brother, but then he turned and scratched me- tried to bite- I… well anyway - I got him away and my brother ended up in hospital for a long time and it was a really fuckin’ dark time for my family.”

You watched his impassioned expressions as he told his story and nodded along, wincing as he tried to use the right words to try and explain to you what had happened. He didn’t need to explain it to you, not really. He looked down right pained as he remembered back to what must have been an awful day for him.

Now you both sat in the heavy silence of the now cavernous room.

“I’m sorry that happened,” you said awkwardly.

“I didn’t tell you that because I wanted you to feel sorry for me,” he said in a reassuring tone. “I just wanted you to know I have some shit to work on, and I that I am trying to work on it. I don’t want you to feel any less a part of the team because of how I act. You’re just as much a part of the 141 as I am, don’t doubt it for a second.”

Your ears pinned flat to your head and your chest swelled with emotion. The drum inside your chest beat quickly out of time and you struggled for a moment, feeling a light tingling at the back of your neck. Part of you tried to convince yourself that it was all a mean trick, but just one look into his soft blue eyes told you that he was genuine. He really didn’t want you to feel bad.

“Thanks, Soap,” you murmured, fighting the lump in your throat just to speak. “That’s really kind of you.”

“Just the truth,” he grunted, trying to inconspicuously clear the emotion from his voice. “You should probably go get Ghost now, yeah? You’ve probably got some runnin’ around to do.”

You broke at that, nodding and letting your eyes clear of the growing wetness. Soap had only in the past few days started referring to your training as ‘running around’, and it was a fair way to sum it up, but no less insulting. Playfully insulting at least, the kind of thing teammates would say.

It made you smile then.

“Yeah…” you laughed, slowly rising from your chair. “Best get to it.”

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Say It | Alessia Russo x Reader

Finally posting this because I will have the distraction of Friendsgiving. Nervous so be nice. First time writing a fic.

Warnings: alcohol, soft smut... kinda toxic kinda fluffy idk

The loud and incessant knocking jolted Alessia from her sleep. She looked around trying to gather herself only to jump when the pounding began again. She knew it was you, for the last 4 months it was always you.

She kicks back the covers and makes her way through her flat, the knocking finally ceasing. She peeks at the time on the stove on her way, 2:13am. Looking through the hole in the door and she is met with the sight of you slumping against her door frame.

“It’s 2am,” is the unimpressed greeting she gives you.

However, she can’t help but match the smile that breaks across your face from seeing her. “Lessi, I missed you,” you confess, moving to wrap your arms around her.

Alessia hates that she melts into your touch. Instinctively folding herself into you, face buried in your neck she places a few soft kisses before pulling away. Even after being woken up at 2am all she wants is to be in your presence. She wants to be consumed by your scent, your hands, your voice, and everything else that makes you, you.

The last six months Alessia has been falling for you through secret meetups, phone calls and first times. You come from different worlds and she doesn’t fully understand your life but it doesn’t matter when it’s just you and her. You’re different when you’re laid up in her flat rather than surrounded by people in a packed club. You’re gentle with her, caring, and soft as you let the cold exterior you present vanish in those moments.

Alessia Russo is everything good in this world, and your worlds should have never collided. The party girl popstar from New York and the English footballer.

“Come on then,” Alessia sighs with a smile tugging at her mouth. This part was routine. She would usher you to the kitchen, pour you a glass of water and observe you. Study you trying to see what kind of night she was in for.

There were three different moods you usually showed up to her house in, but all including a certain level of intoxication no matter the time of day. It was something she noticed early on in getting to know you. A glass of some form of alcohol is always an extension of your hand. A shot of whiskey in your morning coffee, a beer over the football match, or a glass of wine with dinner. You would say it’s to ease the stress, which she understood but she hates it. There were moments of course when you were sober but they came few and far between. She didn’t push you, she accepted the ways you cope with the difficulties your life came with.

The first mood you’d arrive in was grumpy. While not her favorite she adored grumpy you. On those days you hadn’t drank too much, a glass or two of something to get the creative juices flowing you would tell her. Usually grumpy after a frustrating studio session where you couldn’t play a chord right or get a chorus in the right key.

“Tell me what you need,” she asked the first time.

“Nothing. I just wanted to be with you Less. You make me feel better,” you told her perched on her kitchen counter with your head hanging low in defeat.

A blush covered her cheeks as she wiggled her way between your legs before whispering, “say it again.”

You look up a smile threatening to creep through, "I only want you. I always want to be with you Alessia.”

“I’m yours (y/n).” It was true, but not official. You both loved whispering sweet nothings and words of assurance in the darkness of her flat but never mentioned a word of it by sunrise. “Let's go to bed.”

That’s all grumpy you needed, words of affirmation and head rubs to soothe the frustration while wrapped up in one of her Arsenal jumpers. You wouldn't want Alessia to move even an inch away from you after you finally got cuddled up in bed.

Alessia’s least favorite was when you showed up inconsolable after way too many drinks from your night out with one Leah Williamson. Those nights she contemplates if she should’ve listened to Leah’s warnings to stay away from you. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be there for you, she did, but you always broke her heart a little on those nights. She hated seeing you so broken and lost with barely any control over your body. It amazed her how you always found your way to her even then. Those nights always ended in a gut wrenching confession before you dozed to add to her already broken heart.

Alessia attempted to sober you up to no avail with glasses of water and a cup of tea meant to calm you. “Come, let’s go to bed (y/n).”

Your tears were gone, but the guilt was still present in your head as you wordlessly took her hand and allowed yourself to be led into the bedroom. Alessia was gentle while stripping your clothes and wiping off makeup in between soft kisses to your tear stained cheeks. The silence was deafening. She knew by now some sort of confession was soon to come, but she was weak for you. She would let her own heart break every day just to have you by her side.

“Are you okay? Do you think you’ll be sick?” She asks tracing the features of your jaw as you lay facing one another.

She knows from the hesitation in your eyes what’s coming. The way your eyes frantically take in every part of her like it could be gone in a second, “I- I’m sorry Lessi. I didn’t mean to and it was selfish to come here to you after.” The confession… vague as usual still hurts. “I only want you Lessi. Nobody makes me feel the way you do.”

“Let’s go to sleep (y/n),” she never pushes for more. The times she had were unbearable.

“Do you hate me?” It’s mumbled and full of insecurity.

Alessia closes her eyes and takes a breath. Even if she wanted to hate you, she couldn't. “I could never hate you.”

That makes the tears return. You tuck your face into her neck breathing in the comforting scent, “it was just… just a kiss it meant nothing. I’m sorry. I’m yours, I just- I had too much and-” she doesn’t let you finish not wanting to know more.

“Please (y/n),” it’s so desperate and full of pain. “Sleep please.”

Those nights were the worst, and it always resulted in you waking up alone. Alessia allows you to fall into a drunken slumber before slipping out of your arms and moving to the guest bedroom to cry herself to sleep. As usual, no words were exchanged about it in the morning after she made yet another excuse for you. ‘It’s not cheating if she’s not really mine,’ she would tell herself to not be upset. You’d make your way to the kitchen and wrap your arms around her as she cooks. Alessia would be desperate for the touch after being deprived of it all night. You hated yourself on those mornings and Alessia did too, but she wouldn’t admit it. There hadn’t been a moment like that in a while and Alessia didn’t know which was worse, knowing it had happened or being left to wonder if it did.

Her favorite was somewhere in the middle. You’d be giddy from your light buzz full of compliments and cheeky flirtation. Needy in the best way possible and unable to keep your hands to yourself. As she turns to pour you a glass of water she knows that’s the exact night she’s in for today.

“Baby,” you whisper, hands slipping under her hoodie. “You look beautiful.”

Her abs twitch under your touch and you can’t help but smirk into her neck. She releases a deep sigh as she spins around in your hold, “drink love.”

“Kiss first?” You pucker your lips dramatically, sitting the glass aside and trapping her between the counter and your body.

Alessia meets you halfway with a smile gracing her face. She pecks your lips a few times never letting you deepen it, “proper kiss baby love,” you tease in an attempt to mock her accent. She rolls her eyes as her smile widens even more. She can still taste the liquor that you tried to mask behind mints.

“I’ve missed you, three days is too long to be away from you. I need you,” you tell her, pulling away to look in her eyes as they flutter back open.

“I’m right here, love. Drink so we can go to bed,” you nod and pick up the glass knowing she won’t let you move until you do. “Good job,” she praises, rewarding you with another peck to the lips.

She wiggles out from between you and the counter grasping your hand to drag you along with her, “tell me you missed me too Lessi,” you whine.

She glances at you over her shoulder as a smirk pulls at her lips, “I enjoyed the alone time.”

You stop letting your hand fall from hers as she makes her way back towards bed, “I thought of you at every moment and you didn’t miss me at all?”

“Thought of me at every moment, but you got back to London hours ago and are only making it here to me at 2am? I’m sure you thought of other things, love,” she says it jokingly but you can tell there’s a bit of truth to it.

“Should I not have come?” You bring yourself between her legs as she sits on the edge of the bed.

“No baby, I’m happy to see you, but it would be nice if you came earlier. A girl needs her beauty sleep. Plus training starts back soon, so no more late night visits for you.”

You cup her cheek and lean down to kiss her, “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, a few missed nights won’t hurt.”

“Cheesy, I missed you too.”

“Good, I wrote a song about you,” you confess crawling your way on top of her as she makes her way up the bed.

“What?” There’s a look of surprise before she smirks.

“I missed you the whole time I was gone, so on the flight back I wrote a song…about you.” You lean down, placing open mouthed kisses along her neck.

She puts a hand to your chest to push you away before you can connect your lips with hers, “what is the song about?”

“The blue eyed girl in North London.”

She scoffs, pushing you aside with a pout, “everyone will think the song is about Leah ya know yeah?”

You met Leah first when she was on holiday in New York. You quickly became friends; she was now someone you trusted and cared for deeply. You didn’t have many close friends and the defender was a godsend in your life. There were of course rumors when the two of you started hanging around, so you understood where Alessia was coming from.

No one knew you and the striker were involved, not even Leah. It wasn’t because you wanted to hide, but when Leah introduced you she made it very clear she didn’t want you to involve yourself with her teammates. Neither of you thought it would be more than a casual thing so you never mentioned it, but boy were you wrong.

“Baby the song is not about Leah. I don’t miss Leah’s smile when she’s not around. I don’t crave her touch, or her lips. She doesn’t invade all of my thoughts throughout the day. I don’t care who people think the song is about. I know that it’s for you because you’re the only person who makes me feel everything. I- it’s just you Lessi. You’re mine.”

She lets you kiss her this time. It’s slow and full of every emotion you’re both too afraid to say. Alessia takes a shaky breath. “Say it,” she tells you and it makes you stop.

She didn’t have to tell you what she wanted to hear. For the last month you two have been dancing around the three words that would change everything. At this point she needed to hear it to make everything make sense. “Lessi, I can’t,” you drop your head to her shoulder.

“Ok then, kiss me,” she demands.

You don’t have to be told twice as you immediately connect your eager lips with hers. Attempting to put every feeling into one kiss you get frantic. Hands roaming before tugging at the bottom of her hoodie, “can I?”

“Yes,” is Alessia’s breathless response when she meets your eyes. Your favorite blues are darker than usual, full of desire. You lift the hoodie over her head and place kisses all over her face.

“My girl,” you whisper before once again indulging in her lips. Alessia squirms under your touch as you tug the waistband of her shorts in a silent request for permission. Clearly impatient, Alessia lifts her hips and pulls them down in one motion. “Needy girl,” you tease, running a hand along her thigh.

“Please,” she whimpers.

Tonight felt different. It was far from your first time with the striker, but emotions were clearly higher than usual. Alessia wasn’t one to beg usually, she enjoyed the build up and would let you take control however you pleased. So, hearing her voice, her desires shot right through you.

You moved your kisses from her neck to her chest and then her stomach making sure there wasn’t a single inch of her skin untouched. Your hands caressed her thighs inching closer to where she wanted you most with each stroke. You place a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh and her hand moves to the back of your head trying to guide you closer.

As you slide down the bed to get more comfortable you finally place a soft kiss to her glistening core. Alessia’s head drops back onto the pillow with a strangled moan. Hands tangled firmly in your hair to keep you in place.

Tonight wasn’t one of those nights you wanted to tease her. You wanted her to know you would do anything she desired. You take the first swipe through her folds and are rewarded with a glorious moan. It urges you on wanting to draw more of them out of the striker. You make sure she’s well worked up before slipping your fingers inside her, tongue moving to focus on the girl's already sensitive clit.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” you breath out. You can’t explain it but tonight is overwhelming. You are so consumed by Alessia mentally and physically. She reacts to every single touch and it is too much for you. She is addicting from the way she tasted, how she felt, the way she moaned your name it was all so much.

You reach up to play with her chest still working relentlessly inside her when you feel it. Your hands still and your tongue stops moving as Alessia’s head shoots up from the pillow to look at you with a glare. “Fuck,” you mumble into her core embarrassingly as your core clenches, forehead dropping to her stomach. Alessia’s eyes widen and a moan escapes her throat when she realizes why you stopped.

Your own orgasm comes out of nowhere causing a string of curses to drop from your mouth. You take a moment to let it ride out fingers still buried deep inside the striker who’s staring at you jaw slacked and pupils blown. You don’t even know how to proceed as shame washes over you from orgasming from simply pleasuring her.

It’s the needy moan from Alessia that finally makes you tilt your head up and meet her gaze, “I-I’m sorry that was…” you trail off unable to explain yourself only to see her shake her head.

“No, no that was… wow you’re… fuck. C’mere, kiss me,” she pants as you resume your ministrations to her core and move up her body to meet her lips in a sloppy kiss. She can barely keep up with the kiss between each moan so you kiss down her jaw to her neck sucking harshly. You feel them vibrate from her throat. “Baby, I’m cl-,” she pants, unable to finish as her eyes close tightly.

She didn’t have to tell you, you could feel her walls tightening around your fingers. You pick up your already relentless pace and place a delicate kiss to the side of her mouth that’s hanging open as beautiful moans fall out. “Look at me,” you demand and blue eyes snap to yours immediately. “I wanna see your pretty eyes as you fall apart screaming my name,” you tell her as you swipe your thumb across her clit knowing that’s all it’ll take to send her over the edge.

“Fuck (y/n),” it’s moaned in the best way possible, and it’s the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. Face flushed, back arched, toes curled, hands gripping desperately at the sheets below you, jaw slacked producing the most delicious sounds, and eyes fighting to stay on you before they eventually roll back. Alessia Russo was divine. Your fingers slow but don’t stop until she’s completely rid out her orgasm and flutters her eyes back to you with a dopey smile.

You had no words for the moment and didn’t trust your voice anyway. You lean back down, again hoping to put every ounce of your heart into one kiss. Alessia reciprocates with the same eagerness to convey every emotion. Until she pulls away and a heartbreaking sob escapes from her causing you to freeze.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, keep kissin’,” Alessia pleads, trying to pull you back down.

“Alessia,” you whisper, moving yourself to lay beside her and wipe the tears away from her blushed cheeks. “Talk to me,” you beg, pulling the covers up over her body.

“No, I’m okay, sorry,” she tells you, burying her face in your neck.

“You’re not or you wouldn’t be crying. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you were perfect, baby. Absolutely amazing. I loved everything. I’m just a little emotional I guess. It was a lot.”

“It was a lot for me too. That’s… I’ve never done… that before,” you say blushing as you think back to what happened.

“That was sensational,” she tells you.

“Tell me what’s going through your head right now.”

She pauses as her eyes close, unable to keep your gaze any longer, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

Your heart drops as that’s the last thing you expected to hear, “what? What did I do wrong? I swear I can fix it. I know I’ve made mistakes, believe me when I say I’m sorry. I will be better. I have been better Alessia, believe me.”

“We- I don’t want to be your secret anymore. I don’t want to be your 2am visit. You give me so much and so little at the same time.”

“I’ll give you the world Alessia.”

She smiles sadly, “I know but you can’t even tell me how you feel. You tell me that I’m yours, but you’re not even mine. I… I don’t even want to know what you do when you’re not with me. It’s unfair, but I want to be selfish with you. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything, but you have me (y/n). I am yours, my heart is yours on a silver platter.”

“There’s no one else Alessia,” you were desperate. “I’m right here. What else do you want from me?”

“It doesn’t matter. Let’s go to sleep. I'm just overwhelmed like I said that was a lot,” she leans into your body wrapping herself into your hold.

You both go silent. You pull her impossibly closer, running your hand up and down the length of her back. You want to provide some sense of comfort as you feel her sigh against your neck. “I’m terrified, Lessi.”

It takes a while before you hear her respond, “of what?”

You take your own moment before answering, “I’m terrified of how happy you make me, of possibly losing my best friend when she finds out I slept with her teammate behind her back, of being destroyed when you realize that I’m not worth your time. All of it. I’m so scared of admitting that I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you. That I’ve never felt what I feel for you. It’s all new to me. I don't know how to go about this. You aren’t some dirty little secret I come to see at night for a good time. You’re all I want to end my night and tell you about my day. I want to wake up and start my day with you. I think about going back on tour soon when the album is finished, or you away when the season starts and I can’t imagine being away from you for that long. I know I’ve made mistakes since we’ve started. I know I’ve hurt you and I’m sorry for being a coward, but you’re all I want Alessia,” you breathe out.

Alessia finally looks up from your neck. Her eyes search yours for a moment before she’s cupping your cheek, “I’m not going anywhere, but I’m falling (y/n). I don’t want to do it alone. I will be there for whatever happens with Leah and I’ll be here waiting for you when you get a break on tours. You’ll be where I come home to after road trip games. Just please tell me I’m not falling alone.”

You probably take longer than you should searching her features for any slight chance of a lie. Seeing none, you finally take a deep breath before admitting what you knew for a while now, “I love you Alessia,” the smile that you are rewarded with takes away any fear that you have. There was a weight lifted off of you like you didn’t have to hide it even from yourself anymore.

“I love you too (y/n).”

“What do we do now? What does it mean?” You ask, trying to navigate the new feelings.

“What do you want?”

“Everything as long as it’s with you,” you smile.

“Baby,” she blushes, hitting at your chest as her cheeks turn a deep crimson.

You smile, taking hold of her cheek before leaning down to kiss her, “I love you Alessia Russo.”

“And I love you (y/n).”`

#alessia russo #woso fanfics #woso x reader #alessia russo x reader #woso imagine #woso

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maitadori · 1 year

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WEAK WILLED CLOUD KNIGHT pt. 2 sfw. blade x fem!reader.

SPOILERS FOR XIANZHOU LUOFU STORYLINE

word count : 1.9k

part one. part two. part three

summary : you finally come across blade once more after avoiding him, his will is strong, and he still seeks his prize.

a/n: PART 3 WILL BE NSFW!!!!

DARK CONTENT BLOGS PLZ DNI

you fiddled with your hands nervously, yanqing let you know that jing yuan wanted to meet you, now you stood outside his door, scared and anxious. it was only a couple days after the incident with blade, and you had a feeling that jing yuan’s conversation would end up pertaining to that.

you tried shooing away your nerves, taking a deep breath in and exhaling before you knocked.

“state your name and business.” jing yuan drawled. to any other person that wasn’t you, or his other counterparts like fu xuan or yanqing, they’d probably think everything was normal, but you noticed the exhaustion in his voice. he was probably about to doze off before you arrived.

“it’s [name], sir. you called me here?” you asked, unsure.

he hummed in affirmation, “come in.”

you walked in, making sure to shut the door behind you. a smile curled on your lips as you jokingly chided jing yuan, “no sleeping on the job, general.” you made a small note of how you were starting to sound like blade (he just couldn’t seem to leave you alone, even in your thoughts).

jing yuan smiled, “you caught me just before my daily doze. anyways,” he gestured to the seat in front of him, “sit. i wanna talk to you.”

you sat as told, really hoping your nerves weren’t too apparent.

“is there something wrong, general?”

“not necessarily, but it is about the stellaron hunters.”

you quickly became skittish in your seat, shuffling around under the guise of getting comfortable as you avoided eye contact.

you were no fool to jing yuan’s observing eye, you were sure he could see right through you. you were lucky he trusted you so much, for he didn’t push the issue, or he didn’t notice— which you both knew wasn’t the case.

“you remember those three that came from the astral express, correct?”

“yes, the ones who proposed to help us.”

“well, they caught one of the stellaron hunters, kafka. fu xuan will be using her matrix of prescience on her later tonight. the astral express crew along with tingyun will be there, i’d like if you’d accompany them.”

your pupils shrunk. “me?” you stammered, pointing at yourself as if in disbelief, which you were.

“i don’t see anyone else in here,” he answered back teasingly.

“but i don’t understand…” you faltered. your fumble with blade was a serious concern for everyone in the cloud knights, including jing yuan. he proposed to have someone else take your position as blade’s watchman, which you accepted without hesitation.

i mean you quite literally agreed to kissing the man, how could you face him after that? you swore to yourself that everything that transpired was just the both of you acting in the heat of the moment (yet blade blatantly saying he liked you played on a loop in your head).

“you have unfinished business don’t you?” jing yuan asked, a sly lilt to his voice, as if he knew something you didn’t. it made you anxious.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say, a bit nervous.

what business do you have with kafka? other than the man you’d rather not think about, the stellaron hunters had nothing to do with you outside of ensuring their capture.

maybe there was something jing yuan wanted you to experience. you tried to convince yourself this was him acting as your general and not a friend, it made you feel a bit better.

“you know where fu xuan will be, i suggest you make haste.”

you made it just in time, for you arrived just as fu xuan begin using matrix of prescience. you stopped abruptly, eyes traveling to your other companions before you tuned your focus in on kafka.

even though she was in the hands of the remarkable fu xuan, she seemed as calm as ever. her feet lifted from the ground as she slowly rose in the air, a factor of fu xuan’s work.

your gaze flickered to fu xuan, and whatever she was seeing seemed to make her stunned. she pushed herself further, eyeing kafka’s grin with a glare. the gem on fu xuan’s forehead glowed brighter and she flinched back harshly with a gasp. she tried her best to regain her breath as her eye stayed glued to kafka.

“that’s.. why you’re here? all for that…?”

“well, not what you were expecting?” kafka asks.

fu xuan spared her a mere glance before she started to run off, not hesitating to get to jing yuan.

“what? fu xuan what’d you see?!” you called out to her distant figure.

“ask her yourself! i have to let the general know about this!”

you watched her figure as it decreased in size. you turned back to see stelle already approaching her. you knew jing yuan would fill you in on the details, but you couldn’t help but let your curiosity make you antsy.

not only that, but stelle seemed to be having an irritatingly long conversation with kafka. you eyed them and still, even now, questioned what your purpose was for being sent here.

kafka spoke in a voice that you were able to hear, “it’s begun.”

before you could question what you mean you shrieked in surprise as a strong rumbling nearly tumbled you off of your feet. “what the hell?” you muttered.

you stabilized your stance and gasped in shock as you watched the ambrosial arbor grow in size, a sight you’d never had the privilege to witness until this moment.

kafka decided that was the perfect distraction to make her escape.

“hey, hold on!” you took notice immediately, running to reprimand her. before you you could get close, a man suddenly jumped down to defend her, brandishing his weapon in your direction.

your eyes widened as you made eye contact with a familiar face. his eyes clashed with yours and the tremble of your hands returned tenfold.

“come on bladie, two more places to visit,” kafka spoke up.

“gimme a second.” blade said, stalking closer to you, causing you to flinch. “[name], you owe me.” blade told you simply, his face blank as he stared at you— he swung his weapon to hold it behind him— you flushed at the mention of your agreement.

“oh?” kafka perked up, smiling as she eyed the both of you.

“no… all that happened… was just me being too deep in the moment.” you balled your hand into a fist, the other gripping your weapon tighter. you decided now was the best time to bury whatever nonsense you felt for him. is this why jing yuan sent you? did he predict this would happen? does that mean he knew all along?

the assumption made you feel slightly sick— guessing that jing yuan set this up to force you to confront your feelings, it made you lightheaded.

blade could only blink at your words, his face was still devoid of any expression. you shuffled anxiously, his lack of response making you nervous. he then nodded, speaking lightly, “you’re right, i guess i was just too into the moment as well.”

you felt your heart stutter in your rib cage, and suddenly your confident demeanor faltered. you barely noticed the change in your expression, but blade did, and he finally smiled— or smirked. he stepped closer to you, using his index finger to tip up your chin.

“you basically tell me that this meant nothing to you but get upset when i say it back. you’re such a hypocrite.. so cute.” he trailed off mumbling as he leaned into your face.

“i’m not…” you denied, “i don’t care. i don’t… i don’t like you..” you try to say confidently, yet with a trembling voice. you knew you weren’t convincing, yet you could only hope you were.

even then, you couldn’t stop the pull of weight on your eyelids as his face ventured closer. he was definitely putting some type of spell on you. you couldn’t bear acknowledging that you liked this man on your own will.

“my plan worked, didn’t it? you owe me that kiss. unless, you know. it was just us being in the moment.” blade backed up a little, obviously provoking you.

“no!” you exclaimed hastily, gasping covering your mouth once you realized. blade’s lips adorned that familiar smirk and you shrunk. “i.. i mean.. whatever, it’s not like i care.”

“hurry it up you two, we don’t have all day, blade.” as much as kafka liked seeing blade so expressive, she didn’t like wasting time.

“i’m gonna kiss you, okay?” he gripped your chin and decreased the space between you two before you could even conjure up a response. you didn’t have time to squeeze your eyes shut before your lips locked with his.

kafka turned the other way with an exasperated sigh, willing to give you both a semblance of privacy.

all of your defiance and denial meant nothing now, you were blatantly attracted to him, and it was embarrassing how quick you melted into him. his kiss was somewhat harsh— yet passionate— he kissed you as if he was trying to devour you whole. it was shocking, yet so like him.

his hand moved to the back of your head to keep you in place and move you about as he liked as he deepened the kiss. you weren’t new to this, but you were most definitely inexperienced. yet, the feeling of blade surrounding you as he took your lips over and over again had you easing into it naturally.

“blade..! wait..!!” you tried to pull away, in desperate need of air. blade couldn’t bother to listen, you’ve kept him waiting for way too long, he wasn’t taking his precious time with you for granted. he’d only grant you a second of reprieve before he was nibbling on your lips once more. your knuckles were paling due to your harsh grip on his clothes.

“no way..” he muttered between kisses, harsh grip on your face. “you avoided me, so now i’m getting my compensation.”

the kiss lasted for a little longer, becoming a little too heated for your liking. blade’s tongue swiped across your lips and you squeaked. he finally pulled away, but not before biting your bottom lip. you gasped in surprise, and he watched as you tried your best to catch your breath. his eyes were full of adoration as he spoke, “i’m a free man now, so i can visit you whenever i please. keep your door unlocked.” he gave you one last peck on the lips before diving after kafka.

“n..no way..” you brought your fingers to your flushed, swollen lips. “i cant believe.. i actually kissed him..”

you crossed your arms in frustration, looking at the hologram of jing yuan.

“you knew didn’t you?”

he could only smirk softly. “my subordinates told me he wouldn’t shut up about you, plus whenever i even said the word ‘stellaron’ you would jump. you’re a horrible liar.”

“if you knew… why didn’t you do anything? i almost kissed a former criminal, you know?”

“he’s no longer a criminal now, since we’re aware his goals don’t clash with ours. also what do you mean ‘almost’? seems like you kissed him to me… was he trying to eat you?” jing yuan asked innocently, even though you both knew he was trying to rile you up. good for him, because fortunately, it worked.

“s-shut your goddamn mouth!” you swiped a hand over your lips, your other fist balled up in anger. “when i see you in person i’m gonna fucking strangle you!”

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junicult · 8 months

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what are the bachelors love languages?

!! the bachelors love languages

contains ; fluff! sfw. gn!reader. established relationships. the bachelors being clingy lol. not proofread.

note ; i finished this earlier then expected so here u goo

harvey.

- he likes to receive words of affirmation, for sure.

- he loves those moments when you’re affectionate, holding him and kissing him,

- but nothing will top the way he feels when you verbally reassure him just how much you love him.

- to him, it’s so intimate to hear in detail of how much he means to you.

- theres nothing better to him then when you’ve finished up a day of working, you’re all exhausted and drained, and the minute you walk through the door you just physically relax.

- you come up behind him, wrapped your arms around his torso and press your cheek against his back.

- “missed you a lot today, i needed this.”

- sure, the act of sighing and latching onto him tells him the same thing, but it really sinks in when he hears it.

- “you missed me?” he smiles, looking down at you with a soft gleam in his eye.

- “of course i missed you. i always miss you when you’re not around.”

- a sure-fire way to get him to melt. swear.

- when it comes to his personal love language, though, it’s absolutely acts of service.

- he loves being of help to you, in any way he can.

- and usually you dismiss him when he tries to help you outside, given he has his own work he needs to focus on as well.

- so when you’ve gone the whole day working non-stop, he always makes an effort to help you feel better.

- whether you’re sore, and need a massage, or even in the way he makes dinner every night.

- any excuse to pamper you, he’s taking it.

- you’ve done so much for him, who is he to not pay it back?

sam.

- PHYSICAL TOUCHHHHH.

- he cannot take his hands off of you sometimes. the moment you’re in his sight, he wants to be holding you.

- and, if you don’t like physical touch, then…you might have to get used to it.

- he will hold back, but he loves your presence too much.

- he wants to cuddle whenever you’re laying together, he likes to hold your hand when you’re out in public.

- he’s clingy in general. he doesn’t like spending more then a day apart.

- and even then, if you go without seeing each other from morning to night, he’ll be extra antsy the entire day.

- he might even walk out to go find you.

- he also loves receiving physical touch. if your love language is something else entirely, that’s fine with him of course.

- but when you’re the one to lean into him, kiss him and hold him first; he’s grinning.

- “aw, hi! what’s up? are you almost done? do you need any help?”

- u opened a gate that’s hard to close.

- i hate this as a term but…golden retriever.

- if he had a tail it’d be WAGGING.

shane.

- his own love language is quality time.

- whether it be the two of you sitting together, not really talking just enjoying the company of one another,

- or times when you’d come along with him, jas, and marnie during events.

- those are his favorite.

- he really loves those moments when you’re talking about your day, holding his hand and rubbing his knuckles absentmindedly.

- it just reminds him you’re there with him, not thinking about anyone else.

- and those times when he gets to see the way you interact with the people he loves so much; it warms his heart in ways he hasn’t felt in a long time.

- and despite jas being pretty hard to get to know, somehow she ends up latched by your side, playing dolls with you, asking about you.

- when marnie teaches you a few things about your animals, and you’re just patiently listening, giving her all of your attention and even laughing with her,

- idk. he’s just obsessed.

- cus after a while you’ll just turn back to him, pull him in close and give him a little kiss on the cheek…he’s blushing. i said it.

- the love language he likes to receive is words of affirmation.

- he melts when you tell him how much you love him, what you love about him, how handsome he is.

- it’s a one way ticket to get him attached to ur hip.

- i think it’s just because he doesn’t hear it often, so in general it comes as a shock when he gets compliments.

- but when he hears it from you…omg.

- “why’re you staring at me?”

- “you look really handsome. did you shave?”

- something as simple as that. it even hits deeper when he didn’t shave, he just looks like that.

- he tries to pretend like it didn’t make him all gushy inside, but the suppressed smile and the fact that he has to turn his face from you says otherwise.

- and if you tease, “aw, did i embarrass you?” while giggling.

- you’ll kill him. he’s a dead man in love.

sebastian.

- he’s another guy who loves quality time.

- giving, and receiving.

- he’s not big on going out, spending time with large crowds of people, etc.

- it always makes him super anxious, even when you’re there he still sorta hates it.

- however, if it were just the two of you, let’s say out for dinner at a nice restaurant or something, i honestly think he loves that.

- he prefers staying inside with you a million times more, but there’s something so sweet about being able to sit with you, in your own booth he can pretend it’s his own little bubble.

- there’s no interruptions from work or family, no responsibilities when he’s in this bubble with you.

- yeah, sure, the waiter will interject a couple times, but he still gets to just sit alone with you, talk to you, learn new things about you.

- not to mention, when you do all the talking he likes to watch you as well.

- he thinks it’s cute the way your voice changes, and how you treat the waiters so politely.

- despite this being a little guilty pleasure of his, he still prefers alone time with you.

- laying in bed, tiredly humming about things. you’re just resting on your sides, looking at each other lovingly.

- sometimes when you’re making dinner, he props up his computer nearby. while you’re both doing separate things, he’s just happy you’re in the same room together.

- and those times when he helps you out with your chores. helping you with crops, going into the mines with you,

- whatever it is, he loves it.

alex.

- his love language is physical touch.

- there’s no doubt in my mind he doesn’t love the feeling of you in his arms, especially when he’s falling asleep and whatnot.

- even if he falls asleep before you get home, he’s still entirely unconscious but the minute you get in bed he still reaches for you.

- he’s always kissing your cheek as a way to say hello. and he’s the type that kisses you goodbye multiple times.

- like 5 minutes after you initially said goodbye, he’s still pulling you back in and ignoring your laugh, “alex, i really need to goo!”

- he’s definitely slipped his fingers into your back pocket to tug you closer after you turn away, just to kiss you again.

- he can pretend he isn’t, but he’s so clingy.

- surprisingly though, he’s not picky when it comes to your love language. he doesn’t care what it is.

- he enjoys his alone time with you, whenever you touch and hug him, hearing about how much you love him, when you make him dinner, etc.

- but he still loves when you wake him up with a freshly made complete breakfast, or even cook him a salmon dinner.

- it’s domestic, and he’s grateful for how much effort you put into it.

- he seriously falls deeper in love when you surprise him with those.

elliott.

- quality time <33

- there’s nothing he loves more then to see your face after an exhausting day.

- he’s not picky at all. not even in the slightest. he’ll take any change he can get to be with you.

- even if you can only spare a few minutes, he’s basking in the glory of each second.

- your quality time spent together is a mix of many different things;

- whether you’re sitting in silence, he’s writing and you’re just sitting beside him,

- or he’s listening intently to how you talk about your day, and how your animals are doing.

- he’s holding your hand, resting his chin in his own, making you feel like you’re the only person in the entire world.

- it’s his favorite thing.

- he’s also not picky. any show of affection you give him, it’ll never fail to warm his heart.

- you so kindly offer him a pomegranate, he holds the back of your hand, bringing the fruit closer and taking a bite.

- all of the juices slide between your fingers, down your palm, and he briefly licks the juice away, before pressing a kiss to your palm and expressing his gratefulness.

- he’s so extra.

- but he still takes the fruit when you offer it all.

- it’s a little plus for you, too, especially when he leans in for a kiss and you get to taste the fruit, too.

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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hi lovely! can u write a one shot of poly!marauders with a tall fem reader? reader is the same height as rem but taller than James and sirius? thank you, it mean a lot bc there’s never really any tall readers!! <33

Thanks for requesting my love!

poly!marauders x tall!reader ♡ 840 words

“You look great,” James insists, sitting on the bed to pull his shoes on.

Remus huffs, fiddling with his tie. “I look like a prick. I’m not made for posh clothes.”

“Yes, you are,” you say, walking over and moving his hands aside to straighten his tie yourself. “James is right, you look handsome. Just because you’re not used to wearing a suit doesn’t mean it doesn’t look good on you.” You straighten his lapels, pressing a kiss to his frowny lips.

“Yeah, it actually really suits you,” James says, laughing at his own joke.

Remus scoffs, but his lips twitch.

“Anyway, you can’t wear one of your sweaters to a formal event.” Sirius rolls his eyes, tying his own tie with practiced ease. “Then you’d really look like a prick, and horrifically out of place.” He looks at you, giving your dress an appreciative up-down. “Looking good, gorgeous…are those the shoes you’re wearing?”

You glance down at your simple black ballet flats. “I was planning on it, why?”

Sirius frowns, striding over to your side of the closet. “They’re not bad, but I thought you had some that would go better…here.” He squats, digging out a pair of heels. “Why don’t you wear these?”

You feel your lips purse in distaste. You’d bought those shoes while riding the rush of a spontaneous and fleeting boldness. You haven’t worn them other than to try them on after you’d left the store. You’re taller than James and Sirius barefooted, but heels have you looking down upon all three of your boyfriends. You already feel too tall sometimes, and those shoes only make it worse, more noticeable; it feels like you’re taking up more than your fair share of space.

“You want me towering over you all night?” you ask Sirius teasingly. “Jamie, why is this dinner so formal anyway?”

“Beats me.” He shrugs. “Guess they want to make it seem like a bigger deal. Or more official, or whatever.”

“It is a big deal,” Remus says, sitting down next to James and toying with his curls. “You nearly won the world cup, love, that deserves a big event.” He looks at you. “And nobody minds you towering over us, darling. Wear the shoes if you like them.”

You though you’d left that topic behind. “I don’t know,” you say, eyeing them in Sirius’ hand. “I don’t know if I feel like it.”

Sirius holds them out to you. “Just try them on and see, yeah? I think they’ll really complement the dress.”

You try not to sulk as you take them, sitting down on the bed to put them on. When you stand, you feel immediately awkward. It’s like you’re a lamppost rather than a girl.

Sirius doesn’t seem to notice, whistling appreciatively. “Fuck, babe. Your legs look great in those.”

You look down as though to fact-check him. Your dress doesn’t show much, but the heels do make the muscles in your calves more pronounced. Still, that’s hardly your priority. “I don’t know,” you say again. “I feel weird.”

Remus tilts his head at you. “Why’s that?”

You shrug, crossing your arms in front of you. “I just don’t know if I like being this tall,” you say. “People always stare at me when I wear heels.”

“I’ll bet they do.” James raises his eyebrows at you. “You look killer, angel.”

Your shoulders gravitate towards your ears, and you flush.

“You do,” Remus affirms. “You should wear whatever makes you feel best, but if you’re not wearing heels because you get some extra attention…well, so what?” You blink, unused to such bluntness from him. “You’re lovely, and people are going to stare at you regardless. It’s up to you, of course, but I think you should lean into it.”

Your heart constricts dramatically at the thought, but you force yourself to consider it, because honestly, Remus does sound sort of reasonable. It wouldn’t hurt you to begin working towards feeling more confident in heels, and a sit-down dinner seems like a decent place to start.

Sirius offers you a hand, helping you up from the bed and guiding you over to the mirror.

“You’re a fucking knockout, babe,” he says, and while his voice is light, there’s no hint of his usual teasing. “Wear what you want, but know that you look just as hot in heels as you always do.”

You hesitate. “You don't mind that I’m so much taller than all of you in them?”

James makes a dismissive noise. “No complaints here,” he says.

You look at Sirius, the shortest of the boys, but he only cocks an eyebrow at you. “I’m just getting closer and closer to tit level, sweetness.” You let out a shocked laugh, and he grins wolfishly. “Wear heels as tall as you like.”

You roll your eyes. Lean into it, Remus had said. Okay. You can do that.

“Alright, let’s go,” you say, heels clicking as you head for the door. “Move those little legs of yours, we’re going to be late.”

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rggie · 2 years

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< event m.list┆when they spoil you

characters: idia, leona, vil

details: gn!reader / sfw, established relationship

idia shroud has madol to spare.

seriously. he has loads lying in his bank account, untouched. all he uses it for is games, merchandise, figurines and a plethora of charities he repeatedly saw ads for and couldn’t click off. he’s subscribed to so many things over the years, half of the time he doesn’t even know what his phone is billing him for. not that it really matters. to say there was ample room for him to spend more would be an understatement, but he had nothing (correction, nobody) at all to spend it on.

at least, until he met you.

he’s (regrettably) played enough dating sims and watched enough shoujo romances to know about the different love languages. personally, he adores words of affirmation, lapping up your praise like some sort of starved kitten. (his ego is skyrocketing and it’s all your fault) but gift giving? now that’s his guilty pleasure. it’s quick, easy and an often wordless exchange, which was good for him! the less verbal mush he has to say, the better.

it starts off simple, just idia logging on to do your dailies whenever you’re busy. then, he’s buying you the monthly battle pass. and then, it’s the overpriced skin for a character you didn’t even care much for in the first place. before you know it, you’re that couple, notorious on video games… you know, the annoying ones with matching avatars and bios, with all the unnecessary assets that were locked behind a paywall. oh, the irony of it all. he used to hate those types!

you logged him into you favourite shopping apps, so if there’s something on your wishlist that exceeds your budget on a shopping spree, he’ll take care of it before you get the chance. every time you joke about him being your sugar daddy, (which is not true. he doesn’t even buy you things that often!) he says he’ll block you on everything. he never goes through with it, though.

idia is too shy to admit it, but there’s a small part of him that wishes to gift give more, solely because of your reaction — he can’t help it, the surprised pikachu-like expression and the way you throw your arms around him when he surprises you with something you’ve been eyeing gives him a serotonin boost! he’ll be giddy, practically hyper for the rest of the day, as though he’s on a sugar-rush… his brain just goes into overdrive and all he can think about is how he wants to hit replay and have you do it again over and over and over. he’s so touch starved.

you’re his first everything, so who can blame him for treating you? he still thinks you’re leagues ahead of him. so he’s not doing it to be cocky or make you feel guilty, he does it because the three words he tries so hard to say refuse to fall from his lips. his throat dries and his hands get clammy and his brain fails to form coherent thoughts whenever he attempts to tell you in person — but if you look closer, you’d find that it’s already been conveyed through his gifts: a non-verbal ‘i care about you’, ‘i want you to be happy’ and of course, ‘i love you.’

leona kingscholar is no stranger to expensive gifts.

being a prince, he’s had suitors from far and wide travel to present him with lavish things — and yet, he can only say a select few had no ulterior motive. thus, receiving gifts is something he brushes off quite easily.

when you shower him with the very thing he avoids, he doesn’t know what to make of it. do you want something from him? is that why you’re dating him? the worst part is he doesn’t voice his concerns at all, feigning indifference until ruggie pokes his nose into his business. “leona, what have you ever gotten for them?”

nothing. he’s gotten you nothing. he takes, takes, takes, and you’ve asked for nothing in return. not once has asked you if you wanted anything, too caught up in his own negativity — fuck. he’s not too good at this whole ‘boyfriend’ thing. leona realises that you’re not giving gifts because you want something out of him, you’re doing it because you love him, and simply want to see him happy.

very abruptly, he’s asking you about things you’ve had your eye on. wristwatches that are just wayyy too expensive for a regular student, or newly-released branded shoes that you know you can’t afford till they go on sale. you never really know if leona’s listening to your absent-minded rambles, so you pay no mind to his sudden curiosity. he’s always said he likes the sound of your voice, so you keep on talking.

“anything you’ve got your eye on?” he’s lounging on your thighs, eyes closed as you lace your fingers through his hair. “other than you?”

he glares at you. you laugh before responding properly, and he listens attentively (he always has) because he’s irritatingly enamoured (he always will be)

leona can tell when you get excited, ears twitching with the intonations of your voice, “there were these headphones i liked, and oh! also these sliders (…)” your candid response is almost amusing. you’re oblivious, completely unbeknownst to the wishlist in leona’s head that seems to grow longer, and longer, and longer…

your birthday this year will be a big one.

vil schoenheit ‘unintentionally’ spoils you.

like leona, vil has been recipient of gifts since the start of his career. whether it’s brand deals or romantic advancements, it’s all the same to him. that doesn’t mean the notion isn’t sweet!! and if it’s you gifting him something, it’s all the more sweeter.

that said, he makes sure to remind you that he doesn’t require gifts. your relationship is bolstered by the genuine trust you have in each other, so he doesn’t need flowery grand gestures — not that he won’t accept them, because he will! — but he’d rather not have you splurge on him when you still have a future to focus on. being goal driven himself, he’d rather you not get carried away.

“just focus on yourself. be selfish.” he tells you, but he struggles to do that himself.

okay, he doesn’t necessarily give you gifts. he just so happens to have things lying around that he doesn’t need anymore. shoes from partnerships he didn’t like, jewellery that’ll suit you better, or clothes that are so not his style are all sent straight to you. he has a surplus of things he doesn’t use, so why not give it away to someone who’d make better use of it? it’s not intentional or anything.

“stay still.” he’s got you sitting in his vanity chair as he kneels on the ground, knuckles grazing your skin as he fastens the clasp of a silver bracelet on your wrist. “vil, when did you buy this?”

“i didn’t. it was free. magicam promo.” that’s what he claims, but you know better. of course you do, when you were the one sitting across from him one week ago as he mulled over purchasing the exact same thing.

so maybe he’s a liar. he does spoil you. he does it all the time. but his school performance hasn’t been hindered, and neither has yours, so… just let him carry on.

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dontyoufeelitangel · 1 month

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And that was it.

You were an angel, once a human. A human who lived a very comfortable life. And with that comfortable life came rules. Strict rules that you followed, rules that sent humans like you to heaven.

So when death knocked at your door, you gracefully accepted it, and danced with death. Your life was slow, comfortable and some might even say boring. And in the end you would have done it a thousand times again to get to where you are today.

You were a good human.

You are a good person.

You are a good soul,

And a good angel.

But above all else, you are a good partner, you’re Adam’s partner.

Life eternal with this man was unbelievable. You did all the things you never managed to do in life.

You partied hard, you lived freely and without care. And according to Adam you “rocked and rolled”.

This was all true. As an angel you did things only human you could dream of doing. For the first time in your existence, you lived, and you did it all by Adam’s side.

You were pure, you thought Adam was too. Behind all the sex and drugs and parties, you still had morals and ethical principles.

Maybe that’s what Adam loved so much about you. He could mold you into that party animal he always wanted. He could go down on you and the only name you’d be screaming was his. You were his defender, standing by his side above all else. So that at the end of a hard day, he could come home to his angel, with dinner ready and open loving arms awaiting him.

For you, Adam was eye opening, life changing. He gave you a whole new perspective. And because of Adam you were able to live without consequence.

For Adam, you were everything he could want. You were putty in his hands. He changed you to better fit his liking.

But that doesn’t mean the love wasn’t real.

The love was real, god, he loved you more than anyone else.

You and Adam’s relationship was… hard to explain.

But still, it was beautifully raw.

Adam loved you so, he knew he had to be truthful to you.

It was terrifying for him when he had to tell you about the exterminations. He expected you; so loving and pure, to hate him. Despise him even,

One thing he didn’t expect was for you to be on board, he had mentally prepared himself to lose everything he had with you.

The second you agreed to go down with him, he filled your ears with bittersweet affirmations.

“You’re the best babe!” , “those cunts won’t stand a chance against us,, holy shit!!” And “you’re doing the right thing sugar tits!!”

And just like that his wall of pride built back up, he knew his words would have you buckling at the knees and following his every command.

Oh god, you knew killing human souls was a wrong thing to do. You knew if your blade met the neck of a sinner, then you would be no better than the sinners being killed.

It was wrong, you knew that. You almost couldn’t bring yourself to kill another soul.

Almost.

The way Adam convinced you made it seem like they deserved it, perhaps the sinners did deserve it. Either way, you still melted like putty in Adam’s hand, agreeing to everything he said.

There is no sorrow in heaven, you couldn’t feel bad in paradise. So whatever remorse you felt for the sinners must have passed your system as quickly as it came.

The thought of killing another human soul only hit you again once you were in hell.

All the laws of heaven didn’t apply there.

There is no sorrow in heaven,

But there is everything in hell.

Every ounce of guilt, wrongfulness, and pain hit you like a train.

The feelings swirled and glittered in your stomach. The sorrow and shame ripped your heart from its very place.

You felt horrible.

You loved Adam so much, but no matter the love, how could you ever agree to kill another soul?!!

You didn’t want to hurt anyone.

You couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

In fact, the sight of all the souls being slaughtered brought tears to your eyes.

In a situation like this, you’d rather get eaten, than eat.

In all the chaos and bloodshed, there flew your lover.

Adam zipped through the sky, occasionally dipping down to murder a sinner. Giggling when he added a number to his kill count.

The blood of sinners was red, dark red.

A large contrast to the glowing gold ichor of the angels.

Adam soon became covered in red, it dripped and splattered on and off of him.

You, on the other hand, were glowing. Glowing from the mass amount of attacks aimed at you. All of the attacks had left bruises, cuts and wounds all over your form.

Many sinners made an effort to fight back against the angels. They jumped and attacked every angel they could see. Unfortunately, you were an unarmed angel and you weren’t hiding. Because of all these things you made a perfect target. You weren’t going to harm these souls, even it they stabbed, bit and punched you.

You weren’t trying to be a beacon of peace, no, you just couldn’t bring yourself to commit such acts of murder.

You managed to get all the sinners off of you as you flew into the dark sky. Out of breath as you reached a safe distance from above the ground.

Only fires, explosions and lights from nearby buildings lit the sky.

Even with the small amount of light provided, you still found your husband among the crowd, covered in blood, without an ounce of remorse.

You slowly made your way to him. The sight was pitiful. Your body was already in excruciating pain, each flap of your wings didn’t help the fact.

You huffed and trembled, afraid each breath would be your last. Still, you continued flying on.

Adam’s eyes drifted and found your glowing form. His heart stopped.

The screams from around him were all drowned out.

The explosions and fire all seemed to stop.

It had almost seemed like god had stopped time for Adam, just for this moment.

Adam saw you and he didn’t know how you managed to become as beaten up and as mangled as you were.

For the first time, this man felt fear.

Raw fear.

Not fear of what the sinners where capable of doing to an angel, no,

Fear of losing you.

He’s already lost two of his wives to the hands of Lucifer.

He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he lost his third to the hands of Lucifer’s children.

Staring into each others eyes.

The universe seemed to stop.

You were exhausted. Your tiredness spread to your wings, as they temporarily stopped beating. You slightly fell a short distance, but managed to bring yourself back up. Still out of breath and in pain

Adam saw your pain, sensed your fear and still made no effort to come close to you.

He hovered in the air with fear and guilt coursing through his veins.

He thought you’d be fine coming here. It was laughable actually, the fact he thought you -the party animal you were- would actually enjoy killing as much as he did, he would be far from wrong.

You were tired, your wings stopped as you plummeted down to the ground. You made small efforts to keep yourself flying with the occasional wing flap or two, as you fell. But nothing could beat the truth of your exhausted body.

Then -only then- did Adam decide to move. Like a statue being brought to life, he snapped out of his paralyzing fear and quickly followed you as you fell.

Unfortunately for you, he didn’t manage to make it in time to catch you before you hit the ground, fortunately, you weren’t to far off from the ground. So your unideal landing didn’t cause much damage.

“Holy shit-!” Adam muttered out as he quickly sat his body next to yours.

You made a sad attempt at sitting up from the ground, only to be met with a sharp pain coming from your head and base of your wings. Your body crumbled against the ground again.

You couldn’t wrap your brain around the fact that you might be dying.

It can’t be true.

Even after death, you were a good person. Even now, on your journey to and through hell, you never killed a sinner, yet you felt like god was punishing you with this death.

This death is more painful than your human death,

When you take a look at Adam, a man that has killed thousands, a man who’s had many wives, a man that has committed every sin during his time in heaven,

A man who is your lover,

It further proves,

Adam really is gods favorite.

Or atleast you felt that way.

You look your life backwards and forwards, your human life was slow. In heaven Adam had given you the most exciting extraordinary life

You did half the shit that he did yet you were still cursed with a second death?

For the first time in a long time you were angry.

Angry that you were dying again

Angry that your human life had amounted to nothing

Angry that Adam dragged you down here

Angry that Adam dragged you down here and got away with everything, angry that he still gets to live on without you.

As you lay dying, you lay angry at the fact other women might end up with Adam after you. You feel bad about feeling this way, you feel bad for hating Adam as much as you love him.

Adam on the other hand felt terrible.

Sure, it hurt when his other wives left him, but at least he could sleep knowing they weren’t fucking dead.

How could he recover from this?

No amount of alcohol, sex, drugs or anything could make him come back from this.

Everything came crashing down on him,

His plan to make you perfect for him, his plan to spend eternity with you.

In the moment, he felt like god hated him most.

So when the time came for you to pass, he didn’t cry, he didn’t whine. Rather, he sat there and felt the worst pain imaginable.

You and Adam’s relationship wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t fucked up either.

The love you each felt for each other was raw and real.

He made you into his perfect party animal, while you used him as a ticket for a life you never got.

It was messed up, but the love was there, and the love was real.

So that’s how it ended,

And that was it.

Gods favorite lost another one of his lovers,

Heaven lost another angel.

So imagine how it must’ve felt, to rise from the dead, and find two horns on your head..

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yandere-daydreams · 8 months

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Title: To Mark.

A Grab-Bag Commission For The Very Lovely @ohsotearful.

Pairing: Yandere!Wanderer x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Biting/Marking, Set Before Wanderer Regains His Memories, Unhealthy Relationships, and Slight Manipulation.

You’d almost gotten used to the feeling of your husband’s teeth sinking into your shoulder.

A sharp sting, a tight stretch, then finally, the burning relief of his dull canines drawing back and warm blood washing over your skin. His chest was pressed against yours, your legs tangled loosely around his waist, but the closeness brought little comfort when his skin seemed to sap the heat from your own and his hands were wrapped so tightly around your hips. There’d be bruises tomorrow – pinpricks of discolored skin that he’d want to strip bare and examine as soon as they were visible, but you tried not to think about that. His little fixation was one of the more unfortunate parts of your relationship, and you did your best to keep it out of your mind whenever you could.

This, unfortunately, was not one of those times. He found a new spot – the tender junction between your throat and your shoulder – and latched on. Rather than pierce, he chose to suckle, catching your skin between the flat edges of his teeth and sucking gently until his chosen patch was irritated and reddened, until he could be sure there’d be a mark to match the collection he’d already painted across your collarbones, up the curve of your throat, at each corner of your jaw. Most of them were fresh, others older, allowed to fade before your husband remembered to revisit them. None would be allowed to disappear completely, and if they managed the impossible, he’d be sure to lay you down and spend the better half of a day making up for his negligence. Your husband had always been attentive, like that.

His teeth sunk into your jugular and you shrunk into him, an airy whimper escaping your sealed lips. Immediately, he detached from you, raising his head and bringing his stare up to meet your own. You’d never been able to say ‘no’ to him, not when he looked at you with those big, pleading eyes. “Did I…” A slight pause, his tongue darting out to swipe a dot of your blood off his bottom lip. “Did I hurt you?”

Obviously. You had to remind yourself that he wasn’t like you, that pain wasn’t something he had experience with. His porcelain skin would never bruise, and in as much time as you’d spent together, you’d never seen him bleeding or burnt. You had to be empathetic. You had to be patient.

Unfortunately, patience wasn’t a skill both of you saw the value of. When you failed to answer immediately, he took your silence as affirmation and frowned, leaning towards you. “I’m sorry.” It was a familiar apology, but no less sincere than it’d been the first half-dozen times he’d used it. Hesitantly, he brought a hand up to your forehead before remembering that the gesture was meant for a different type of pain and letting it fall back to your waist. “Is it bad? I can get the bandages, if you need them. Or, there’s a pharmacy on the other side of the city—”

“I’m fine, I swear.” You forced out an airy laugh, letting your lips brush against his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t a lie. You’d be nearly too sore to move in the morning, but for now, you were fine. “But, I think it might be time to stop. I don’t want the innkeeper to think that you, I don’t know, mauled me in my sleep or something.”

Immediately, his expression turned from worried to panicky. “But we just started,” he whined, his tone childish, desperate. You hadn’t – you’d been in his lap of just over an hour, now – but he’d always been prone to losing track of time. “I’ll be gentle, and.. and I can move to your chest, if you don’t want anyone to see! I don’t have to—”

“My love,” you cut in, sighing as you cupped his face in your hands. Reflexively, he nuzzled into your palm, melting into your affection far easier than you’d ever be able to melt into his. “I hate having to stop as much as you do, but I’m tired. I might not be hurt now, but I will be if we keep going for any longer.” You smiled, bringing him close enough to kiss properly. It was shallow, fleeting, but you could taste metal on his lips. You tried not to feel sick. “I want to get some sleep. I promise, you can dig your teeth into whatever you—”

It was his turn to interrupt you, this time, his request more simple than yours. "Just a little more?" And then, when your smile wavered, “Please?”

You started to sigh, to shake your head, but against your better judgement, you met those awful, saccharine eyes and…

And, it was over in an instant.

“Fine,” you muttered, dread and self-loathing already welling up in the back of your throat. “Just a few more minutes, the—"

He didn’t wait for you to finish. Your body was wretched away from his in a moment, thrown onto the downy futon below you in another. He was buried between your legs and attacking the vulnerable flesh between your thighs before you could so much as think about asking him to try to hold himself back. His teeth sunk into your flesh, but you didn’t scream, didn’t whimper.

You just let your head roll back, shut your eyes, and tried to pretend you didn’t feel a thing.

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seungkwansphd · 2 years

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we get along infamously

pairing: jeonghan x reader wordcount: 5.2k summary: you can never, have never, will never get along with Yoon Jeonghan, but unfortunately you have a chemistry that is simply undeniable. no strings attached is perfect, except when those pesky feelings and that new girl decide to pop up unannounced. genre/themes: smut, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, emotional constipation, reader is in denial. chaotic seungkwan.

a/n: OKKK! this is filthy so i hope you enjoy it :)

You sighed deeply as you looked at Jeonghan across the office. You’d thought that, maybe, after hooking up with him your strong feeling of anger towards this man would dissipate. No such luck. It seemed that the only time you could stand him was when you were in the midst of intercourse with him. Even shortly before and after, you found yourself bickering.

“If you plan to kill him, please do it off of company property,” your HR manager and friend, Minghao, joked as he took a seat beside you.

“Of course, Hao, I would never force you to do that paperwork,” you laughed heartily.

“Thank you,” he nodded at you prudently.

“I know I’m not supposed to know in an official capacity, but…?” Hao shot a meaningful look at you.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “We did.”

“And?”

“Incredible. Infuriatingly incredible. And I still want to beat him with a rock at work.”

“Hm, interesting,” Minghao quirked an eyebrow at your statement. “So much for all of that nonsense about dopamine and whatnot.”

“Seems so,” you wrinkled your nose at your friend before glancing at your computer screen. “Did you need something for real? Otherwise I should actually do some work today.”

“Nope, just being nosy,” Hao laughed, standing to leave your cube.

“See you later,” you blew him an exaggerated kiss as he left.

Jeonghan’s eyes flitted surreptitiously from your cube as Minghao walked away from it. He certainly hadn’t been keeping tabs on you and he definitely wasn’t curious who was making you laugh.

Yoon Jeonghan. Your workplace rival for the better part of the last year. He had been hired on as your peer and had been a hotshot right out of the gate. He was smart and sharp, which were generally desirable traits, but also maddeningly argumentative and cunning. He had a talent for managing office politics that utterly infuriated you.

‘cozying up to minghao?’ an instant message from Jeonghan popped up.

You rolled your eyes, closing out of the chat window to return to your work at hand. The lines of code stared at you as you picked up where you had left off.

‘are you free tonight?’ Jeonghan was persistent today.

‘this could be considered harassment’

Your phone pinged shortly after.

‘sorry, i forgot about your paranoia’ the message from Jeonghan’s unsaved number read. ‘my question still stands’

You mulled the question over for a long time. On the one hand, the sex really had been incredible, but on the other hand, you really couldn’t stand him. As you thought, a perfectly timed message popped up on your screen.

boo: ‘what do you think about a double date tonight?’

You sent the declination to Jeonghan shortly before sending the affirmation to Seungkwan. Nodding to yourself, you tucked your phone away, determined to finish this section of code.

Jeonghan’s jaw ticked as he read your response. While he didn’t think he’d had his hopes up, what he felt in his gut was surprisingly similar to disappointment. Clicking his tongue, he put out a few other half-hearted feelers before returning to his work as well.

…

“I’m not going to lie, I’m surprised you said yes to this!” Seungkwan chattered next to you on the subway.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed, “Well, I’ve been thinking of dating again anyways and I happened to be free tonight!”

“Really?” Seungkwan’s shocked expression made you laugh. “I-, if I’d known you were serious I would’ve fixed you up with someone better!”

“Who is my half of the date?” you turned to Seungkwan, eye twitching menacingly.

“It’s not bad!” Seungkwan shouted defensively, “He’s just kind of boring! I figured you’d just come and get some free food.”

“Okay, okay, I can deal with boring,” you reassured your friend, “But next time set me up with someone exciting!” you teased.

Halfway into dinner you began to wonder if you had cursed yourself. While Seungkwan’s date was more than personable and fun, you found that you and Juwon could hardly string together two sentences, let alone a conversation. While there was nothing specifically wrong with him, it seemed that the venn diagram of your interests just did not overlap one bit. By the time dinner drew to a close, you were more than ready to head home.

“It was nice to meet you!” you bowed politely to everyone. Seungkwan and Seyoon had decided to continue their night and so you took the subway back alone. As you fiddled through your phone, you noticed Jeonghan’s message from earlier. Against your better judgment, you found yourself wondering.

‘what are the chances you’re still available?’ you shoved aside your pride to send the message.

Jeonghan’s eyebrows shot into his hairline as the banner notification appeared above his text exchange with Minju. Your timing couldn’t be worse.

‘non zero’

‘i see. well i’m on the subway that passes by your place, so if that chance improves within the next 7 minutes, do let me know.’

Jeonghan scoffed. Four minutes passed before he texted you again. Three minutes after that you were leaving the subway car and headed towards his apartment building.

“Well, well, well,” he greeted you smugly as he opened the door for you, “Look what the cat dragged in.”

“Shut up,” you scowled before pulling him by his neckline into a fervent kiss.

“I thought you weren’t free,” Jeonghan couldn’t help but probe as he pulled your jacket off of your shoulders.

“I wasn’t,” you shrugged.

“But you’re here now?” Jeonghan almost smacked his own mouth. What was it about you that made his brain stop functioning properly?

“Would you really like to hear about my dull date?” you sighed, pulling back and fixing him with a stare, “Or would you rather fuck me until I cry?”

Jeonghan blinked. He gave you a once over before his lips curled into an almost cruel smirk. You found yourself being dragged into his bedroom and pushed down onto your knees.

“Wait here,” he instructed before leaving.

Your left eye twitched as you heard him fiddling around the kitchen, no doubt idly passing the time, making you wait. Unfortunately for you, Jeonghan now knew that making you wait turned you on just about as much as it made you mad. You tried to practice meditative breathing and ignore the fact that you were leaking.

Jeonghan stood in the kitchen, running his tongue across the edge of his incisors. The waiting was as torturous for him as it was for you, but the prospect of the delayed gratification outweighed everything else. Tapping his fingertips against the countertop, he counted down the minutes until he would let himself back into the bedroom.

“You’re so pretty when you listen,” you heard his drawling voice eventually.

“Hn,” you murmured lightly.

Jeonghan was surprised to see your eyes calmly closed when he faced you fully. You really did have a talent for being good when you wanted to be. He reached out a hand, stroking your hair down to your chin and sliding his thumb between your lips.

Your eyes shot open, tongue wrapping around him, warm and wet. You took severe pleasure in the way that his adam’s apple bobbed.

“Can I be rough?” he asked.

“Yes,” you nodded, in fact you wanted him to be.

“Good,” he nodded before pressing your face against his erection, straining through the fabric of his shorts.

Humming with pleasure, your lips sought him out, nipping gently along his length. His grip slackened and you made quick work of his pants, allowing him to jut out heavily at you. You moaned appreciatively before closing your lips around him.

“Fucking christ,” Jeonghan hissed, his lip curled up into a snarl as you worked his length. You’d think he’d never received head before, the way his brow was worked up in ecstasy. You swallowed down to his hilt before giggling around him. It was fun to see him suffer for a change.

“You minx,” Jeonghan growled, pulling you off of him, clinging to his last threads of sanity.

“Too much, Hannie?” you teased, wiping saliva off your chin.

“Cute,” he squinted, pulling you to your feet.

“Oop!” you exclaimed, falling into him.

“You okay!?” a look of concern flashed across his face as he caught you.

“My legs,” you chuckled, maneuvering to the bed, “They fell asleep!”

“Oh,” Jeonghan nodded, wondering if he had made you wait too long.

“Tingly,” you giggled, laying back for a stretch. Your toes stretched towards the ceiling and Jeonghan’s eyes widened as he was favored with an unobstructed view of your obviously damp panties.

“For me? You shouldn’t have,” he smirked, placing his index and middle finger against you.

“Maybe it was my date,” you laughed, enjoying the way his jaw tensed.

“Oh?” one eyebrow raised. “So why is it me who’s knuckle deep inside of you?”

“Jeonghan!” you gasped at the intrusion. His long fingers curled into you and your legs fell open, hips shifting up for more.

“So wet, listen to yourself,” he shook his head appreciatively.

You flushed. You could hear yourself far too clearly.

“Please,” you mewled desperately, right hand seeking out his wrist.

“What is it?” he asked, pressing his thumb against your clit.

“Jeonghan, please!” you cried, head thrown back in desperation.

“Hm, no. I don’t think so,” he sniffed, hand stilling just before you crested the wave.

A string of vivid curse words left your mouth as Jeonghan’s fingers followed suit. He blinked, impressed at your colorful vocabulary.

“If and when you cum, it’s going to be on my cock,” he decided aloud.

“If?!”

“When,” he corrected himself, but not before laughing. If you were a cartoon, you’d have a halo of flames drawn around your head. “Can you stand up?”

You brought yourself toe to toe with Jeonghan. Your heart pounded in your ears as he tugged gently at the straps of your tank top.

“Got all pretty just for him to be a bore, huh?” he murmured softly, index finger wandering further and further down your neckline.

“Mhm,” you purred, “You’re not boring though,” you pursed your lips. It almost pained you to compliment him, but you knew the way you’d be rewarded if you stroked his ego.

“Hah!” he let out a laugh as he tugged lightly at your top, “Get out of this.”

His hands turned you towards the bed and folded you forward. His fingers traced a line down your spine before gripping your hips tightly, lining himself up against you. You bounced on the balls of your feet, your wet folds nudging him impatiently.

“God, you are wet,” he groaned as he teased himself in and out of you.

“Yoon. Jeonghan. Please.” you begged through gritted teeth.

His lips curled into a pleased smile and he pulled himself into you. He set a punishing pace, exactly what you needed, and fucked you headfirst into the mattress, interrupted only by the occasional dizzying spank. Your hands were fisted in his sheets when you came around him the first time, sudden and without warning.

He didn’t stop, instead setting his jaw and working towards his own release. Your second orgasm roiled as he plowed into you, turning you inside out.

“I’m close,” he warned you. You nodded, clutching around him. His hips stuttered before he pulled out, emptying himself on the small of your back. “Fuck,” he breathed.

You laid together for a few moments, collecting yourselves, before Jeonghan stood up to retrieve a washcloth. He cleaned you up so gently that you almost couldn’t believe he was the same person that you knew from work.

“Thanks?” you offered awkwardly as you pulled your shoes on.

“Thanks?” Jeonghan let out a true laugh, “No need to thank me. Next time just say yes the first time I ask,” he rolled his eyes at you. You pursed your lips at him before slipping out the door.

…

“I want to go home,” you repeated yourself to Minghao for what felt like the tenth time of the day.

“I’m aware,” he replied dryly.

“Why, why, why must we do this stupid ‘team building’ outing?” your griping fell upon deaf ears as the escape room facilitator signaled everyone for their attention.

“For the record, I need you to know that I voted against this,” Minghao spoke after the person had finished. “Like you, I am but a cog in the wheel.”

“I know, I just hate this,” you grumbled as the instructor divided everyone into teams. You frowned at Minghao as you left him for team number four. Your eyes sought out Daehwi, who stood holding four fingers above his head.

“YN!” he waved animatedly as you walked towards him. You smiled, relieved, as you walked towards him. You weren’t as close to Daehwi as you were to Minghao, but it was nice to at least have a friendly face on the team. Your mood soured severely, however, when you noticed Jeonghan and Jae walking towards you.

“Man, I’m so stoked to be on your team!” Jae gushed, “You’re so good at games!”

You fought back an eye roll. Jae was a junior developer who had quite the work crush on Jeonghan. It would almost be cute if he wasn’t always so loud about it.

“Hey teammate,” Jeonghan greeted you cooly, stepping a few feet to your left.

“Hi Jae, good to see you,” you waved to the younger man as you stepped away from Jeonghan pointedly.

“Really?” Jeonghan raised an amused eyebrow at you.

“I don’t like being seen with you,” you lied.

Jeonghan blinked rapidly, holding in his snide comment about how you’d seemed quite happy to be around him earlier this week. Before he could actually speak, a low energy teen arrived to walk the group through basic safety.

…

“Must you be so stubborn at work?” Jeonghan muttered as he dragged his teeth across your collarbone. You didn’t answer him, instead gasping at the sensation. Jeonghan had been pleasantly surprised at how little of a fight you had put up when he had invited you over this time.

“I don’t want people to know,” you answered after you’d recovered your presence of mind.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about there,” he chuckled darkly, skimming his hands over the material of your leggings. “God, you drove me crazy all day in these.”

“Oh?” you smiled, pleased to hear that.

“All I wanted to do was drag you home and tear them off of you.”

“So do it,” you laughed, more than willing.

“Hmm, we have time tonight though,” Jeonghan smirked. He wanted to ruin you tonight.

“Hannie,” you groaned playfully, even though you already trusted that Jeonghan would make it well worth it.

“Be good for me, huh?” he raised an eyebrow at you, holding your face close. Your eyes fluttered before you nodded, swallowing loudly. He planted a disarmingly soft kiss on your nose before hauling you onto his bed.

Prying your legs open, he settled in, hands around your waist as he nuzzled his cheek against your inner thigh. He nipped gently, the sensation somewhat dulled by the leggings as his hands reached up, pushing your shirt off of you. You helped shrug off your bra as well and he palmed your breasts, squeezing possessively.

“Aaah!” you let out a strangled moan as his lips found your clit and pressed firmly. “Hannie!” you gasped, hand threading through his hair as he massaged you. Grinning, he hummed against you, the slight vibration turning your mind into verified mush. “Jeong-han!” you babbled, thighs closing against his ears as you struggled to keep it together. Your breathing paused for a moment as you tensed, perched right on the edge of orgasm.

“Go ahead,” he mumbled against you and you let yourself cum, voice cracking as you did.

“Fuck,” you looked at him, breathless.

“C’mere,” he gestured after laying back against the headboard.

Curious, you climbed atop him, straddling him. He guided your hips, dragging your now soaked center against the length of his shaft, teasing both him and yourself. Your eyes sparkled as you caught on and you ground yourself against him.

“You’re so hard,” you giggled. You enjoyed watching the small details of his face, his raised forehead vein, the slight scrunch of his nose, and the fluttering of his eyelids as you dragged yourself torturously against him. “Can I please have you inside of me?” you pouted.

“Soon,” he reassured you, hands back on your hips, pulling your clit flush against him, hard.

“Jeonghan!” you gasped at the direct pressure, gripping his wrists for support as he bucked up against you. Your eyes watered as you held back, waiting for his permission before you came against him, leaving a wet stain on his sweatpants.

“Now you can have me,” he decided, shrugging off his clothes as you did the same. You climbed back atop him, sliding down around him.

“Fuckkk,” you whimpered, brows knitting with pleasure as he bottomed out.

“YN,” he groaned, glaring at you with dilated pupils as you clenched playfully around him. “Tease,” he chided, but it was half-hearted at best.

“Yes,” you laughed before pushing up on your knees. You could honestly say you felt giddy at the way he hissed underneath you as you sheathed him again, arms looped around his neck for support.

“I-, I’m almost-,” Jeonghan bit out as you rolled your hips against him.

“You gonna cum for me, Hannie?” you teased, keeping up the pace despite the burning of your thighs.

“Yes,” he panted.

Smiling mischievously, you leaned forward. “Be a good boy and cum for me,” you whispered. The effect was immediate. His eyes shot open and his hands tightened around your waist. His hips bucked against you as he came intensely.

“You liked that?” you smiled, catlike, at him after he had recovered.

“You will pay for that,” he threatened you half-heartedly. It wasn’t a no.

You scrunched your nose at him before getting up to help clean up. Jeonghan furrowed his brows, it was unusual, but he didn’t stop you.

“What would you say if I proposed getting dinner?” Jeonghan hypothesized as he propped his head up with a pillow.

“I’d ask whether you needed to see a doctor.”

“Why? Is it so crazy to ask that?” He couldn't help but feel frustrated.

“Why would you want that? Things are fine as they are.”

“Are they?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

“Aren’t they?” you countered, your pulse pounding in your ears. “I gotta go,” you decided, sliding off the bed to look for your things. Jeonghan didn’t move, so at least you were spared your traditionally awkward goodbye at the door when you left.

…

“Alright, what is eating you?” Seungkwan finally asks after he catches you lost in thought a second time.

“Huh?”

“Minghao, what the hell is wrong with her?” Seungkwan decides to try another avenue.

“I think I know, but I don’t think I can tell you,” Minghao glances slowly at you.

“Let’s see what your working theory is,” you laughed tiredly.

“She’s been hooking up with her workplace rival. And I think she’s catching feelings.”

“What?!”

“You big stupid idiot!” Seungkwan almost yells, “What is a rival if not a crush that you’re mad about having?”

“What are you talking about?!” you yell back at your friend, drawing the attention of the few other patrons who are outside on the patio.

“And that’s why we don’t claim her in programming,” Jeonghan laughed sarcastically as he took a seat with Jae. You flushed, having completely forgotten that multiple coworkers had been invited to today’s happy hour.

“As to be expected from Tactician Yoon,” a new voice joined in, one you didn’t recognize.

“Ah, Hyemi, you made it!” Seungkwan smiled delightedly, gesturing her over. “Everyone, Hyemi just joined us in HR recently.”

You smiled at her, having noticed her around the building recently.

“Tactician Yoon?” Jeonghan asked after introductions were made. “Why do you have a nickname for me when we haven’t even met?” he asked Hyemi with interest.

“Perhaps she just has good instincts,” you chimed in, “You couldn’t pay me to say something nice about him,” you chuckled.

“Oh, I just know that there are few quite as keen with office politics as Yoon Jeonghan,” she replied playfully. “You’re welcome to spend more time with me, if you’re interested in giving me a nickname as well.”

Seungkwan’s eyes widened painfully with interest. To Hyemi’s credit, Jeonghan was at a loss for words, something that was rare to see. Sipping your beer a little faster, you tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest as you realized they were flirting.

“I’m gonna bounce,” you announced to Seungkwan and Minghao as you stood from the table. “Good luck, Hyemi,” you teased before taking your leave.

By the time Jeonghan returned from the restroom, you were gone. He itched to know why you’d left, but couldn’t really ask anyone without blowing your cover. Pulling out his phone, he typed out a quick message. It was normal to at least check if you were okay, right?

“Jeonghan!” Hyemi waved at him. Jeonghan slipped his phone back into his pocket, but couldn’t help the small tug of guilt that accompanied the action.

[redacted]: ‘you okay?’

You sighed loudly, disturbing all of the people waiting with you for the subway. If he could just leave you alone, that would be perfect.

yn: ‘i’m fine, just tired.’

[redacted]: ‘sure. hey you were great the other day, by the way’

yn: ‘??’

[redacted]: ‘in the escape room. you really took the lead on the puzzle activity. a lot of the junior developers have been saying they look up to you. i thought you should know’

yn: ‘ah, thanks. you too. you already know this, obviously, but hyemi is right. you’re very good at managing upwards. even if it makes me mad, it’s admirable’

[redacted]: ‘that actually means a lot coming from you’

Jeonghan lifted his hand to his mouth to help hide the giant grin on his face. You had never complimented him outright before and he was surprised to find himself almost giddy over it. Looking up, he tried to reorient himself in the conversation before anyone else noticed.

“What do you think, Jeonghan? Ready to turn in? Or are you staying out with the kiddos?” Seungkwan asked, gesturing to Jae and Hyemi, who were looking towards a few of the interns, eager to keep the night going.

“I’m officially old,” Jeonghan laughed, “So I think I’m gonna have to turn in.”

“Want my number in case you change your mind?” Hyemi glanced hopefully towards him.

“Good thinking,” he smiled at her, offering up his phone. Seungkwan was practically throttling Minghao in excitement as he looked on. Minghao prayed that you’d come to your senses quickly.

…

[redacted]: ‘can i see you after work?’

You fought back a smile as you reread Jeonghan’s text. The week had been stressful from a work perspective and all of the developers had been working a significant amount of overtime. You’d also be lying if you’d said that your newly realized jealousy hadn’t taken a toll on you either.

By the time you got to Jeonghan’s apartment, you were almost running, excited to blow off some steam. You weren’t quite ready to admit that you were eager to see him too, but that was also true. Jeonghan had left the door unlocked for you, so you entered unceremoniously.

“Whoa!” Jeonghan laughed as you nearly bowled him over.

“Missed you,” you offered as an explanation, “Need you,” you muttered, not really thinking as you tugged impatiently at his shirt.

Jeonghan’s eyes widened, but he was quickly distracted and backed you onto the living room couch. You sank down as it hit the back of your knees and Jeonghan kneeled down between your legs. You made quick work of your pants and he slid two fingers into you smoothly. The intrusion was welcome, but you could quickly tell that it wouldn’t be enough. Not this time at least.

“I need you to fuck me,” you looked up at him, eyes desperate, “Please, no teasing this time. I just need you.”

He nodded, shifting to move, but you had one more request. You caught his wrist, flushing pink before you made your request.

“I don’t know why I want this, but…will you cum in me?”

“In you?” he had to confirm he had heard right.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, please,” you were embarrassed to admit.

“I can’t say I’ve never thought about it myself,” his lips curled up into a grin.

You held on for dear life as he thrust into you urgently. Your noises mingled together as you came around him and he released his first load into you. Breathing deeply, his body slumped over you. You looked up at him with a smile, brushing a few stray hairs out of his field of vision.

“So needy for me,” he chuckled after recovering. You glanced away from him, slightly embarrassed at your own desperation.

“It’s been a long week,” you admitted.

“That is has,” he nodded, moving to pull out of you. “You want something to wear? I’m not done with you yet, but I am gonna need a second.”

“Sure,” you nodded, pulling on a t-shirt and pair of boxers shortly after.

“Do you think we’re ready to move into testing?” Jeonghan asked about the project as he passed you a glass of water.

“Yes, I think so,” you answered after a few gulps. You were surprised to find that your conversation moved smoothly and without argument for once. In truth, things had been much tamer with Jeonghan since your text exchange with him, which made it all the more frustrating to know that he would move on with Hyemi soon.

Jeonghan studied you for a moment after realizing that your attention had wandered. Part of him almost regretted dressing you in his clothes because he simply liked it too much. The creampie, this conversation, it was a lot of new things in one night.

“What?” your eyes turned back on him after noticing his stare.

“What? You’re the one who stopped paying attention to what I was saying,” he complained, but it was playful.

“Sorry, I-, uh,” you stammered, not quite able to articulate your thoughts. Jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you. “You are…leaking out of me,” you finally confessed, blushing high in your cheeks. “And I don’t hate it,” you grinned.

Jeonghan groaned before dragging you into his bedroom. He knew you always wanted to torture him, but this was even worse than usual. His mind raced as he sat you on the edge of the bed.

“I know you love being a brat, but even for you this is filthy,” he looked down at you sternly.

“You like it,” you teased.

“I do,” he nodded, sliding his hand along your inner thigh and collecting some of himself on his fingers. “So desperate for my cum,” he chuckled as you sucked his fingers into your mouth.

You smiled, lips curling around him and Jeonghan felt his blood grow hot. He pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and landed a wet slap on your pussy. As he instructed, you undressed and waited for him. You watched as he rummaged around his drawer.

“Got something for you,” he grins before sliding a vibrator into you.

“OoooOoh!” your moan wavers as he turns it on.

“I want to see just how long it takes you to tap out,” he challenges you, glancing at the clock, “It’s eight seventeen.”

Jeonghan controls the vibrator leisurely, ramping the speed up and down as he likes. You quickly find out that, unlike usual, you can cum as much as you like, but he won’t be turning it off until you tap out. It’s not long before he has you seeing stars and any concern you had about a noise complaint is pushed out of your head to make room for the overwhelming sensation of back to back orgasms.

“Hannie!” you finally gasp, “Stop!”

Jeonghan complies, immediately shutting it off and pulling it out of you gently. He climbs over you, stroking your hair and peppering you with soft kisses.

“Incredible,” he smiles proudly at you and your heart hitches in your throat. He continues to murmur soft compliments into your hair as you collect yourself.

Pushing aside the urge to fall asleep, you climb over Jeonghan, straddling him. You can’t explain it, but you want one more. You feel greedy tonight. Your hands cup his jaw as you lower yourself on him, slow and sensual. You’re slightly sore, but you are dead set on getting him to cum in you one more time.

“Fuck, YN,” he sighs, hands draped loosely at your hips. He smiles up at you genuinely and you almost still. He really was handsome.

“I need-, can I?” Jeonghan’s eyes squeeze shut, unable to complete his thought. Luckily, you don’t need him to.

“Yes,” you nod furiously, “Cum in me again.”

Jeonghan lets out a strangled curse when he does. You squeeze, milking him as your forehead rests against his. You allow yourself to feel contentedly full for a few moments before rolling off of him.

“I should leave,” you eventually stammered, pulling back from Jeonghan’s arms. “I might be able to grab dinner if I leave now,” you thought aloud.

Jeonghan nodded. He had run through probably a hundred versions of this moment in his mind, but still he felt frozen. He watched as you slipped on your shoes and bag and waved a small wave at him before slipping out the door. A moment later, inspiration struck.

“Oh!” you looked as the elevator doors opened back up. “Jeonghan?”

“I almost forgot, there’s been a weird guy hanging out in front of the complex. I’ll walk you to the station if he’s there,” he lied.

“Ah…thank you,” you smiled awkwardly at him.

“Oh! I’ve been thinking,” you turned to him after a few floors had passed.

He looked at you, slightly surprised. Almost hopeful.

“If you, well-,” you stuttered, not quite sure how to phrase it. “When you pursue Hyemi, I think we should have a clean break. So maybe give me a couple weeks' notice.”

“Ah,” Jeonghan nodded, brow furrowing at the mention of her name. He had drafted more than a few texts to her this week, but ultimately deleted them all. She’d left the ball in his court and he felt frustrated that he was fumbling it without a real reason.

“I would hope even you, Tactician Yoon, would know that,” you teased, unable to bear the drawn out silence.

“When? Not if?” Jeonghan asked, glancing sideways at you.

“I didn’t think it was still a matter of if?” you asked, heart squeezing with hope.

“If…you want it to be.”

Your heart hammered angrily as the elevator made it to the ground floor. The doors opened and then closed again. Turning to meet Jeonghan’s expectant gaze, you smile sheepishly and press the button back to his floor.

...

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