#Baby Writes
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Lover's Agreement
Summary: Acceptance takes time, understanding, and commitment. But, all three of you are still learning.
Pairing: Omega!Fem!Reader x Alphas!WandaNat
Warnings: Alphas being Alphas, Natasha being pushy, suppressants, nervous breakdown, mental abuse surfacing. Read at your own discretion.
A/N: Here you go, Part 2 of Lover's Quarrel.
*credit to owners*
When you came to the apartment, you realised that most of your stuff was still packed into bags.
“Oh, brilliant! I’ll go put these by the elevator.” Natasha explained as she took the two main bags, leaving you with your duffle bag.
You quickly threw in the few bottles of suppressants before silencing them with the last of your clothes in the cupboard, making sure not to shake the bag too loudly as you found Natasha by the elevator.
“All packed? Let’s go.” She smiled at you, walking you back into the Tower.
The elevator ride was silent, save for the music, and you carefully put your bags into your room with your duffle bag going straight to the ensuite bathroom. Natasha left you for a moment to put away your things, even if you tried to do it agonisingly slowly.
Eventually, two hours had passed and you finally packed away the toiletries, using the sink drain pipe and the stacks of toilet paper to hide your suppressants. You also knew that it was a new day, so you popped one of the strong ones and cleaned your face.
*Why oh why did you agree to meet? You could have avoided everything about this for another month before dying, according to Bruce.* You thought to yourself.
*Death was mercy in this cruel world.*
You finally came out of your room to find Natasha, Wanda, Yelena and Kate chatting in the kitchen. You crept past silently but not without the scent of your Alphas hitting you, making your hindbrain melt.
“Hey, Y/N. Come have some dinner.” Wanda offered as the other girls ate up the delicious-looking meal.
“No thanks.”
“It wasn’t a question.”
You looked up sharply at the Alpha witch, her glowing eyes dragging a chair behind you before pushing you towards the counter. She placed a bowl in front of you before magicking the spoon into your hand, giving you a quaint but sharp look. “Eat up. We need to talk, too.”
You watched Yelena and Kate stack their empty dishes before heading to the lounge, turning on the TV to watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine. The voices were quiet but you could still hear them if you focused and it was quiet around you.
“Y/N.”
Great, now the talking part.
“What?” You asked the redheaded Alpha, poking and prodding at your bowl.
“We need to introduce you to the rules.”
Natasha plucked the piece of paper off of the fridge before handing it to you, watching your eyes scan the top half of the page before giving it back.
“No.” She pushed it back towards you. “Read your own rules too.”
You had only skimmed through the rules of the Tower, the Alphas and the Betas, but now you know you had to properly read it:
Tower
- No intentional hurt, physical or emotional
- No ignoring, yelling or swearing
- No power use to control
- Traffic light system
- No entering rooms w/o permission
Alphas
- Deliver punishment
- Respect Beta/Omega choice of punisher
- Care above control
- Stay close to Omega when out of Tower
Betas
- Know when to interfere
- Help Omegas where possible
- Stop/Help Alphas were possible
- Can follow any Omega rules if comfortable
Omegas
- Look after yourself
- Eat and Drink
- Bedtime rules (set by Alphas)
- Do not leave Tower without an Alpha
- Communication
- Alert Alphas of drops/other problems
- Accept punishment
- Room = safe space
“I seem to have a lot more rules.” You commented annoyedly.
“You do because you are an Omega.” Natasha replied.
You slid the paper back over and she pinned it back on the fridge, with the two Alphas taking a seat on your sides.
“What?” You grumbled.
“Eat. As much as you can, nobody will force the whole bowl down your throat, but eat.” Wanda explained.
“I’m not hungry.” You retorted before you felt hands fall onto your waist.
“Hey!” You yelled as Natasha put you on her lap.
“Wanda?”
You looked at the witch, who took a spoonful of the dinner and held it in front of your lips. “Open.”
You shook your head and wriggled in Natasha’s lap. This wasn’t what you wanted. People touching you, forcing you to eat- you shut your eyes and pushed yourself out of Natasha’s arms.
“Y/N, come on-”
“Wait, Natasha.” Wanda cut her off, watching you sprint down to your room.
“I know that. Where do I know that?” The witch thought to herself.
She lightly brushed a finger over your mind to calm the pool, observing the memories that had been pushed to the front. She gasped, dropping the spoon into the bowl before she came to your closed door.
“Y/N, Y/N, please, I’m sorry. We didn’t know you were in HYDRA too.” She knocked fervently on the door.
“G-Go away!” You barked through.
“What’s happening?” Natasha asked her mate.
“In HYDRA, when somebody didn’t eat for a few days and HYDRA wanted to keep them… they would force them to eat.”
“What?”
“Tie us down, feed us by hand. It was a manipulation tactic, to get you to listen to at least one person regularly and form a bond. Then, they would abuse that bond until it was broken. Repeat the process until you don't trust anyone to feed you but yourself.”
Wanda turned back to the door. “‘Mega, please let us in… we can help.”
“I’m not just a fucking Omega!” You howled through the door.
The two of them sighed in defeat. “I’m sorry, malen’kiy. We didn’t know.”
“That’s the problem. You don’t bother to get to know.” You grumbled to yourself, but she heard it.
“Come on, let’s give her some space.” Natasha cooed, taking her mate into their room for some quality time.
When you woke, you were still in a heap on the floor. The room was slowly darkening by the setting sun and you stood up, feeling utterly wrecked to the bone. You shuffled out of your room, not paying attention to anyone as you grabbed some water from the fridge.
“Y/N-”
“Don’t talk to me.” You clipped Wanda’s words off quickly.
“We need to talk about more rules, specifically bedtime since it’s almost upon us.” She continued.
You huffed, rolling your eyes. You were twenty-four, not a baby - you didn’t need a bedtime. “Why?”
“Because it’s a rule.” Natasha added, folding her arms as she came into your view.
“Come on. Come sit.”
You eyed the empty chair between the two Alphas and you shook your head. “I’ll stand, thanks.”
Neither of them reacted. “Okay. First off: Do you have a job?”
“I’m a waitress and bartender at Danny’s Diner, remember? Where you first decided to have me?” You replied, watching Natasha taking notes as Wanda asked questions.
“When do you normally work?”
“Any shift I can get. Typically night, early morning. Rarely during the day.” Your answers came with a short clip at the end, showing the Alphas that this was not a favourable discussion.
“What’s your boss’ name?”
“I have Sophie as my manager and then the owner, Danny. His wife, Alura, does the shift management.”
“Can we speak to her?”
“Why?”
Natasha lifted her head from the paper and laced her fingers together. “We want to have a schedule that aligns with your bedtime. Probably four or five days of the week, you’ll be in bed by 10:30.”
You let a huff of air out through your nose. “That’s ridiculous. I’m not a child.”
“That’s why we’re giving you the option of four days.” Wanda retorted, raising an eyebrow at you.
You growled out deeply. “Fine. What else?”
Natasha chuckled. “You get to choose if you want to sleep in our room or yours. We’ll go out tomorrow and buy some more clothes, things for a nest, et cetera. We can even split up so that Wanda goes shopping with you while I go talk to your bosses.”
“Good. I don’t want to see Danny’s eyes when he finds out I can’t work like a normal person anymore.” You mumbled, trying to remove yourself from the uncomfortable situation.
“Okay. Now, for punishment, I take it you don’t want physical touch like spanking?” The Widow continued.
“No.” You shook your head, the only time this conversation didn’t have a snarky remark from you.
“Alright. How about physical exertion? Standing on your head in the corner, planking, balancing books on your head?”
You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a punishment?”
“Yes. We will push you until we deem the punishment over or that you can no longer carry on.” Wanda clarified.
You nodded, comforted by the familiarity of your training. “Okay. What else?”
Natasha glanced at the rules on the fridge before looking down at her notes. “Ah, yes. ‘Drops/other problems’. Who do you want when you drop?”
You thought about it for a moment, making sure to hide your thoughts in case Wanda wanted to look. You hadn’t dropped since you learned how to control it, no thanks to HYDRA and the Red Room. You would get a slight fuzz in your head but that was all, which didn’t help when making this decision.
“Can we wait on that one?” You asked, receiving nods from them both.
“Of course.”
You nodded and felt awkward just standing there with a cup of water in your hands, watching Natasha pack up her notes whilst Wanda looked over to you. “Do you want to come and watch a movie?”
You nodded and followed Wanda to the lounge area, watching her take her place. You knew you shouldn’t have hesitated to sit on the couch, because the three pairs of eyes on you looked worried.
“Y/N, you don’t have to sit on the floor unless you want to.” Kate spoke, pulling out a pillow for you to sit on.
“I’m not sitting on the floor like a mutt.” You growled, choosing to sit in the end corner of the couch.
“Okay.” The archer took the pillow back and cuddled up to Yelena, something you watched closely.
Wanda observed your watching eyes before she patted the spot next to her, giving you a welcome smile. You scowled at the patting motion, choosing to stick to your corner, even if you were a little bit cold.
Then, Natasha came back. She sat down next to Wanda, with a space to fit another person and a half between you and her. “Y/N, come over here so we can share the blanket.”
“No thanks, I’m good.” You replied monotonously.
You watched the movie about amazing black women sending astronauts into space whilst fighting for rights; that was, until, an alarm went off and Natasha pulled out her phone.
You despised the alarm’s name - Omega bedtime.
“I’m not just a stupid Omega.” You growled, storming out of the room and slamming your door shut.
Wanda grabbed the phone from Natasha and stopped the alarm from ringing, glancing at her mate. “Change it.”
Natasha quickly changed it to Y/N bedtime before making her way to your door. “Can I come in?”
“No.” You answered, slightly muffled from both the door and your pillow.
Natasha sighed, placing her head against the door. “I’m sorry, love. I should have known better.”
“Mhm.” You answered.
“You’re not a prize to be won. You’re a charm to be treasured.” She added.
“Goodnight, sweetness.”
You didn’t say it back.
When the morning came, you made your way to the kitchen to see Wanda already cooking.
“Hi, Y/N. Want some breakfast?” She handed over a plate of fried eggs on toast with cutlery.
“Thank you.” You murmured sleepily, watching as Wanda poured you some water.
You ate half of the breakfast before Wanda noticed how you didn’t want any more, coming over and giving you a gentle touch along your back. “Good job, Y/N. That was a lot, I shouldn’t have plated so much, sorry.”
“It’s okay.” You replied, going back to your room to change only to bump into Natasha.
“Sorry, love. How are you feeling? Had some breakfast, I see.” She pointed at the egg that had dripped down onto your shirt.
“Yep.” You clipped.
“We’ll be leaving in about an hour, okay?”
You nodded and closed your door, leaving Natasha to be with her sister and mate. You popped a strong suppressant before getting changed into your outfit of jeans, shirt and hoodie. You left your room with your shoes in hand, tying them by the elevator as you waited for the two Alphas.
They eventually came out wearing simple civilian clothes like yours, but they frowned at the sight of the hoodie. “Y/N, it’s going to be warm today. Are you sure you want the hoodie?”
You nodded, knowing that your body struggled even on a hot day. Whilst walking with them through the carpark, conveniently next to a train station and Danny’s Diner, you noticed how some Omegas acted with their Alphas. Some had collars on, some were leashed, others were like you and free.
“Do you want us to find you a collar while we shop, baby?” Wanda asked and you growled.
“No collars.”
She nodded and kissed your forehead before those lips transferred to Natasha, bidding her goodbye as she walked towards the diner. Wanda took your hand and pulled you into stores and you noticed that some of them didn’t even question your status as Wanda led you around.
After two trips to the car, you and Wanda went to lunch. You both found a table, with the witch determined not to let you out of her sight, and she watched you eat slowly.
“So, Y/N, I was wondering if you would consider something for me and Nat.” Wanda asked, waiting for you to swallow your chips.
“What about?”
“Could you cuddle with us tonight? Natasha’s been feeling antsy and I don’t have the right pheromones to calm her like you do.”
You looked down at your meal and put your hands in your lap, taking a few deep breaths. “I’m… I’m not great with touch.”
“Is it because of HYDRA? And the Red Room?” She offered, watching you nod.
“It’s not appropriate here, but I have some… less than admirable markings across my body.”
Wanda’s eyes turned to steel as she looked at you. “What kind of marks?”
“Um…”
Wanda put a hand on top of yours and you stopped talking. “You don’t have to say if you’re not comfortable.” She reassured you.
You nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re always welcome, love.”
When you saw Natasha walking towards you both, you shifted in your seat and a small scowl came onto your lips. She was beaming, pride wafting from her, and you huffed. “What are you so happy about?”
“Danny says he’s more than happy to let you work afternoon shifts, from about 2 until 7:30.” She smiled.
You huffed out slowly. “Great.”
She looked at you and sighed, your eyes not meeting hers. “Will you please look at me?”
“Not unless you use my name.”
“Y/N, please look at me.”
You lifted your head and with an annoyed sigh, opened your eyes slowly. “What?”
“Why are you making this difficult?”
“I liked my life how it was before, so excuse me for trying to keep it that way as much as possible.”
Wanda took your hand and when Natasha tried to take yours, she was met with a hostile growl before you removed your hand from the table. The alpha was done, and you could smell it on her.
“We’re going home. Now.”
Wanda helped you pack up the last of your things, including taking some leftovers, before she guided you into the back of the car. You fidgeted in your seat as your omega brain began to get stressed, your mind getting fuzzy as Natasha kept looking back at you.
“Natasha, you’re scaring her. Stop it, right now.” Wanda scolded.
“I am not! I’m being an Alpha.” She retorted, albeit reining in her scent a bit.
Wanda looked at you in the rearview mirror and saw how unhappy you were. You were her Omega, one of the two most important things in her life, and you were unhappy.
“Malysh, would opening the window help you?” She offered as she turned the corner.
“Mhm.” You muttered.
She opened the window a little bit, no more than halfway, but she saw how it calmed you. She even released a few calming pheromones to combat Natasha’s frustration and you pulled the window up higher of your own volition.
“How much further?” You asked quietly.
“Not too far. A few more minutes.” She smiled at you.
Meanwhile, Natasha was frustrated as the emotion in her heart was new. Why did you like Wanda but not her? She acted the same, she gave you the same options, but why did you like her more?
She was jealous, and even you could tell that much.
When Wanda pulled into the garage of Avengers Tower, you already saw a few of the Avengers waiting to help unpack the car. A few new faces were there, most having some scrapes, but they still helped where they could.
“Miss Romana, a meeting will be held in five minutes to introduce you to the Avengers you did not meet beforehand.” FRIDAY spoke above you in your quiet room.
“Thank you for telling me, FRIDAY.” You replied, laying out a blanket on the end of your bed.
You entered the bathroom and noticed how the graze along your cheek was almost healed, whilst your arms were still a bit scuffed. You replaced the bandages on them and threw a hoodie over the top before following FRIDAY’s directions to the penthouse.
When you stepped out, the foreign area put you on alert until you saw Wanda and inevitably, Natasha. You don’t know why you weren’t as comfortable with her as you were with Wanda, and for some reason, you thought you should be more comfortable since the Widow had gone through similar things to you.
“Ah, Y/N, you’re here. Let’s get started.” Steve gathered everyone, some with drinks in hand made by Tony at the bar.
“Would you like a drink?” Wanda offered and you shook your head.
“I’ll get you some water then.”
You took the glass into your hand before nodding to Steve to start the conversation. “This is pretty much everyone you’ll meet, Y/N, but you already know everyone that lives here. These guys have their own places outside of the Tower, or rarely come by enough to have a room.”
“Okay.” You shrugged, hearing a few chuckles.
“Feisty Omega.” The blonde woman, another Alpha by her scent, snickered.
Natasha growled. “Carol, watch it.”
“She’s cute, too. Anybody claimed her yet?”
Natasha snapped at her, with Wanda pushing you behind her and taking Natasha’s wrist. “Not yet, but she holds our marks. Careful, Danvers. Natasha is not in the mood for your antics.”
You wriggled out of Wanda’s grip and stood to her side, shooting her a glare before you nodded to Steve to continue.
“You already met Peter, but he thought he’d come and say hi.”
“H-Hi, Miss Y/N.” He waved at you, the young Beta’s pheromones reeking of nerves.
“You almost smell like an Omega.” You smiled at him.
“I have anxiety.”
You nodded sympathetically. “I know all about that, don’t you worry.”
“This is Rhodey, Tony’s best friend.” Steve gestured to him.
“I’m a Beta soldier.”
You nodded softly, respecting his status and service.
“Then there’s Scott, Sam and Bucky. Sam and Bucky are mated, whilst Scott’s girlfriend is the only pairing so far in the Avengers that’s opposing primary sexes.”
“Hi. Beta with an Alpha girlfriend. You seem very nice.” He shook your hand, his smile almost fatherly.
“I’m Y/N, as you know. Y/N Romana.”
“Let me guess - Romanian?” He chuckled, making you do the same.
“Just a little bit.”
Natasha and Wanda both felt jealousy rise. You were with Scott for what, five seconds, and you’d already told him more personal things than either of them knew. Natasha took your hand and let you stand in-between them.
“Can we see your marks?” Sam asked and you nodded, spinning around.
But Natasha didn’t let go of your hand, making you huff and wrench it out with a whispered ‘ow’. You parted the hood away whilst lifting your hair up, showing off the three marks.
“And proof?” Bucky questioned, to which Wanda stepped forward and moved her shirt collar over.
“Nat?” Steve gestured for her turn and she lifted her pant leg, showcasing the marks by her ankle.
“Good. Now, I hope that you all understand that those marks means Y/N is off-limits, unless she asks you specifically for help with a drop or to take her out of the Tower.”
They all nodded, with Wanda bringing you back to her side, and you looked over at Natasha. Soon, a meeting was held by the Alphas and you were left outside with Scott, Rhodey and Bucky who were all Betas.
“So how come you smell like a Beta, Y/N?” Scott asked as he bit into a small sandwich.
“Oh, I don’t know, actually. If you’d like…” You pulled up your sleeve whilst calming your heart rate, undoing a bit of the bandage to reveal your healing wound.
“Does that help?”
They all leaned towards you and sniffed the air. “Oh yeah, that’s an Omega.” Rhodey commented, making you all chuckle.
“I just… I must have practised a lot with hiding my scent that I smell different when my blood’s not exposed.” You shrugged.
“Well you seem like a lovely person to be around, Omega or not.” Bucky smiled, patting your shoulder.
“Whoa! A metal arm?!” You exclaimed and he chuckled, taking off his jacket to reveal the black and gold design.
“It used to be made out of titanium, but our friend T’Challa built me a better one.” He grinned, flexing his fingers slightly in your grip.
“Whoa.” You chuckled, tracing the different grooves of the arm up until his elbow, to which you were pulled up by Natasha’s strong arm.
“No touching, Barnes.” She scowled and you pulled your arm out of her grip.
“It’s fine, Natasha. If anything, I’m the one touching him. Sorry I didn’t ask, Sam.” You apologised, but he shook his head.
“It’s okay, he likes the attention.”
Bucky rolled his eyes but when they came to Natasha, he lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask if I could touch Y/N, Natasha.”
“You better be.” Natasha stepped towards him but you pulled her back, to which she spun around and growled at you.
A slap echoed in the room, with Natasha’s jaw clenching as her skin stung.
“Don’t you ever try and Alpha command me again.” You snarled, pointing a daring finger in her face that she had an idea of biting.
“I am your Alpha!”
“And I’m a fucking person!”
“Y/N…” Steve warned you, your mind drifting to the rules.
“Sorry, Head Alpha.”
He was surprised when you addressed him by his proper title, to which he let the foul slide. “Natasha, Y/N, Wanda - return to your level and talk this out.” He commanded, but you felt no power over you.
You stepped into the elevator and waited for FRIDAY to control it, keeping your cool as Wanda and Natasha came too. Wanda stood next to you whilst Natasha leaned against the wall, staring at you.
“How are you able to resist an Alpha command?” She questioned.
“Red Room. Resist the command or die.” You replied shortly.
“That’s not what I remember.”
“You’re an Alpha - of course you don’t remember, because it didn’t happen to you. It wasn’t a part of your training program.”
Wanda took your hand and kissed it gently, brushing her thumb over your skin like she was smoothing out a pebble.
“Stop trying to be a kiss-up, Wanda.” Natasha growled.
“I’m not. I’m respecting my mate, just as you should be doing.” Wanda shot back, her eyes glowing.
Natasha stood up as the elevator slowed, standing next to you. “Don’t think we forgot about your swearing, Omega.”
“Steve let it slide.” You stated, but she shook her head.
“Steve is not your Alpha. I am. Your punishment is ten spankings.”
“Y-You said no spanking.” You stammered, suddenly feeling very small as the Alpha’s scent overwhelmed your systems.
“Do you want ten more?”
“Natasha, enough!” Wanda threw her out of the elevator just as the doors opened, letting her skid along the ground before she hit a chair.
“Y/N, go to your room. I’ll be there soon if you’ll allow me inside.”
You scurried past and shut the door, leaving the Alphas to ‘talk’ it out. “Natasha Romanoff, I don’t know what has gotten into you lately, but this is the most restless I’ve seen you! You need to either dial it down or I will knock you down a few pegs, got it?”
Natasha took a few deep breaths before she stood, looking at your door. “Why can’t I do anything right?”
“Start by treating her like a person instead of an Omega.” Wanda snapped, coming to knock on your door.
You opened it and she saw how downcast your expression was. “Look at me, Y/N.” She murmured, waiting for your eyes to meet hers.
“May I come in?”
You nodded, taking her hand and shutting the door before you led her onto your bed and lay down. She didn’t make any advances to be nearer, but she did watch you closely as you fidgeted.
“I want to go home.”
“I’m sorry, frumoasă, but you can’t go home. You have to stay here.” She sighed, gently running her knuckle up and down your unmarred cheek.
She watched as a few tears sprung forth and you curled yourself into a ball, your sad pheromones ringing alarm bells in Wanda’s head. “Y/N, can I hug you?”
You nodded and she slowly enveloped you in her warmth, the scent of cinnamon and apples making you calm slightly. Your head became fuzzier and your vision blurred, but it soon refocused as you looked up at Wanda.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
“You’re gonna drop?” She asked gently and you nodded.
“I haven’t dropped in a while.”
She kissed the crown of your forehead gently. “I’ll keep you safe, Y/N. No harm will come to you as long as I am here.”
You slowly closed your eyes and although every instinct in you said not to, you let go. Wanda felt your release as a sinking of your weight into the mattress, making her smile gently as she continued to pamper you with kisses, a hand running up and down your spine, a blanket slowly peeling over you.
“Good, love. Would you like to sleep?” She offered and you nodded slowly.
“Isokay? No mad?” You slurred.
“Not mad. It’s okay.” She confirmed, feeling your breathing slow until it evened out into slumber.
When you woke, you felt the most refreshed you’d ever felt in your life, like that sleep was the only true sleep you’d ever had. In a way, it was, as having no reason to be on your guard was astoundingly good for your mind.
You sat up groggily before a knock came to your door, the sight of Wanda making you smile. The long shirt covered most of her torso, leaving the bottom of her silk shorts to poke out. “Morning. Can I come in?” She asked, to which you nodded.
“I wanted to talk to you about Nat.”
Your eyes opened properly after a few blinks. “What about her?”
“She wants to talk to you. Spend time with you and you alone. She wants to know Y/N, not her Omega.”
“I thought they were one and the same.” You chuckled, but Wanda saw the dejection behind your eyes.
“I can’t deny the fact that I love that you’re an Omega. But I also know that it doesn’t define you. You’re strong, independent, caring, witty, just to name a few.”
You blushed at her description. “Thanks, Wanda.”
She leaned in and kissed your cheek gently. “Will you give Nat a chance? Please?”
You took a deep sigh and nodded. “One chance. If she blows it, she blows it. No Omega for her.”
She smiled. “Carol was right, in a way. You’re so feisty, it’s cute.”
You playfully growled at her and she giggled, biting her bottom lip before she stood. “Come on. Yelena and Kate are making pancakes for breakfast.”
You yawned and walked with her, hand in hand, and smiled at the Alpha-Beta pair that beamed at you.
“Y/N! Do you want a pancake?!” Kate offered over the music, which Wanda turned down with her magic.
“Sorry. Do you want one?” She asked again at a normal volume.
“Yes please.” You smiled, looking down at the delicious spreads.
You shuffled onto a chair and thanked Kate for the pancake as it flopped down in front of you. You watched Wanda’s magic bring over the Nutella, to which you almost grabbed from her, but her magic manipulated a knife to spread it evenly over the pancake.
“I wanted to do that.” You whined playfully, rolling it up before eating it like a burrito.
“I’m just trying to practise my powers, love.” She chuckled, sitting down next to you.
“You may drown the pancake in Nutella for your next one.”
You munched on them slowly before you objected to a third, but you could tell that your stomach was expanding as you never would have thought you could eat this much a week ago. You were laughing along with Kate and Yelena as they dotted on one another, the noirette Alpha taking care of her Beta, whilst Wanda observed you.
You watched as Kate fed Yelena a bite of pancake-wrapped banana and a feeling grumbled in your heart. You wanted that, to be dotted on and loved so carelessly. You wanted to feel as safe as you did last night, to be at peace like that, and you wanted it with Wanda and Natasha.
Then it dawned on you.
*Shit!* You looked towards your bedroom before making an excuse to freshen up, quickly scurrying into your ensuite at the sight of a shocked Natasha.
A bottle of strong suppressant pills in her hand.
“Y/N, what…?” Her heart broke, and yours raced.
“Natasha, it’s not what it looks like.”
“It’s not? So these aren’t Omega suppressants? Ones that could kill you?” She growled, but noticed how the room stank of fear.
Wanda, Yelena and Kate came rushing into the room, the witch with her magic whilst Yelena held two spatulas and Kate held the hot frying pan.
“Y/N, get back!” Yelena yelled, ready to attack whoever was in the bathroom.
You scrambled into the corner of the room, eyeing your cupboard before you clambered into that and held it shut. Voices were muffled, gasps of shock too, but it was clear what you had done and you knew you would be a goner.
“Malen’kiy, can you open the cupboard door, please?” Wanda’s soothing voice was clearer as she knocked on it.
“No, no, no, no, no… Gonna punish me, gonna whip me… bad Omega, bad bad Omega…”
Wanda pulled the door open by your muttering to see you in an out-of-body state, rocking back and forth on top of a pile of dirty laundry. She knelt down in front of you and tried to grasp your attention, but was struggling with the two other Alphas, one with fear and one with shock.
“Everybody just calm down.” Wanda cooed, mostly to you.
“Bad bad Omega… got caught, gonna whip me…” You kept muttering, only to flinch wildly at Wanda’s touch.
“Shh, Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you.” She tried to calm you but still failed.
“Natasha, get your butt over here.”
The Widow knelt down in front of you and her heart shattered at the sight of your fear-stricken form. Your entire body was shaking while you rocked back and forth, your voice sounding like a broken record.
“Dom her.” Yelena spoke.
“Sestra, stay out of this.” Natasha growled.
“I promise, dom her. She needs to know she’s safe, and it’s not going to do much to just tell her. Dom her, overflow her senses with your pheromones. Trust me, it works.”
Wanda and Natasha looked at each other before looking at you, their fingers lacing together just as their minds did. Yelena and Kate left, closing the door behind them, and that’s when Natasha and Wanda decided to scent the entire room.
As soon as it hit you, your body stilled. No more rocking, a little bit of shaking, but a whimper came out of your lungs.
“Omega, your Alphas are here. Come and sit here.” Natasha pointed at her lap.
She watched as your eyes seemed foggy as your sluggish movements guided you into her lap, sitting just like a cradled baby would. Natasha held your torso and Wanda came to her side, running her fingers through your hair as you continued to whimper.
“Gonna whip me, gonna hurt me… M’sorry, Alphas…”
Wanda shushed you gently. “No, Omega. No whipping. Punishment, yes, but no harm like that will come to you by our hands.”
You curled further into Natasha, burying your head in her neck to breathe in every possible scent of hers you could. Wanda watched Natasha relax, a calm expression built upon her face whilst realisation hit the witch.
“This is what you needed, my love. You needed to dom her.”
“I guess so. I feel very relaxed.” The Widow commented.
“It’s her.” Wanda smiled as you stopped shaking. “Can’t you smell it? She reeks of calming scents.”
Natasha gently tilted your head to the side and smelled your scent glands, the addictive and sweet scent of honey filling her lungs. A purr exuded from her chest and it calmed you to the point of near-sleep, your head lulling back into Wanda’s hands.
“Okay, bring her out slowly.” Wanda guided as she pulled her own pheromones back in.
Natasha didn’t want to, though. You were finally calm, compliant, a true Omega. But she trusted her mate and pulled back her pheromones, only keeping the ones that essentially blocked off your fear.
“Hmm… Natasha? Wanda?” You muttered, looking around the room.
“Hi, darling. How are you feeling?” Natasha murmured.
“I’ve never… I mean I have, but only in the Red Room.” You stammered.
“That was a really, really bad stress-drop, Y/N.” Wanda explained, helping you move to the bed.
“I feel so drained, but so energised.” You looked down at your body to see a sheen of sweat covering it.
“Y/N, can you tell us where all of your suppressants are, please?” The witch tucked a hair behind your ear.
You froze. That’s why you dropped, now you remember. Natasha found them and you tried to hide from her. “Are… Are you mad at me?”
“Not anymore, my love.” Natasha shook her head, kissing your temple.
“Um… okay, please don’t get mad.”
You shifted throughout your room and grabbed every bottle and loose pill before placing them on the bed. Natasha and Wanda’s heart sank as a few tears shed down your cheeks, sniffles accompanying them until you stood empty-handed in front of the duo.
“Th-That’s everything, I promise.”
Wanda stood up and hugged you tightly, something of which you never thought would happen. You hugged her back just as tightly before you started sobbing, your legs failing you but she brought you to the bed.
“Ple-hease, I was g-going to wean off of them, I promise. Please don’t b-be mad, I’ll be a g-good ‘Mega. I-I’ll wear a collar, I’ll t-take the spankings, I’ll kneel out-outside.”
“Shh, little ‘mega.” Natasha cooed.
“You won’t be punished for this, Y/N. We were going to, but not anymore.”
“W-Why?” You sniffled as Wanda pulled away, cleaning up your cheeks with her thumbs.
“Because you gave us everything else. If we just got angry at finding that one bottle, then you would have hidden the rest from us and stayed on death row. We could not be more proud or happier that you decided to be honest with us.” She explained.
You let out a shuddering exhale of relief, with feelings rising up in you that you hadn’t felt in a long time.
“And did you really mean those things? You’d have worn a collar and knelt in public because you thought we were mad?” Natasha asked gently.
You nodded. “Other Alphas did it. I-It’s why I didn’t want a collar at the shops.”
Natasha and Wanda steeled up slightly. “Baby, you’ve been handled by other Alphas?”
You nodded again before looking at Natasha, realisation dawning on her. “Of course. The lease program.”
“What?” Wanda looked between you two.
“It’s where the few Omegas in the Red Room were leased out to the highest bidder for 24 hours, with no law standing in-between them.”
Natasha wrapped you in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry I’ve been ignorant. I’ll be a better Alpha than those pigs, I promise.”
You nuzzled into her slightly. “Don’ wanna go back there.”
She shook her head as she let go a bit. “Never. Never in a million years will you ever have to go back there.”
You relaxed into her grip and felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. You leaned forward and captured her lips in yours, leaving it after three seconds to be just a simple kiss.
“My… My Alpha.” You murmured.
A stronger-than-steel purr ripped through her chest as her pupils dilated. “What did you just say?”
You blushed deeply before taking Wanda’s hand, pulling her in for a kiss too. You sighed relaxingly and pulled the two impossibly closer, almost to the point that they could kiss over your shoulder.
“My Alphas.”
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A/N: There we go, the ending of my first try at ABO :) tips and tricks are always welcomed for the inbox, just so I can see them easily :) thank you for reading.
#baby writes#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff smut#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#natasha romanoff fluff#natasha romanoff fic#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff angst#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff fluff#wanda maximoff x fem!reader#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff x you#wandanat x you#wandanat x y/n#wandanat x female reader#wandanat#wandanat x reader
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SKZ x Coordi (Lee Know Part) a1 d4
[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]
Concept: Reader is a successful makeup artist with a notorious and prolific career and no self awareness. Reader joins JYP as a part of Stray Kids' team and encounters their hazing ritual for new coordis: flirting.
Word Count: 639
Notes: I don't really like this one. It doesn't really feel Lee Know enough, yknow? I'll probably revise this entirely at some point. Upon review I also think the flirt is too subtle for the reaction Reader has. I mean, I would fold, but Reader is stronger than me lol. I am not our strongest soldier. Also needs editing for clarity + detail.
Warnings: None that I know of? Reader has weird self esteem but it's not bad? Reader referred to with She/Her pronouns
Masterlist link :D | Prev Part Link <3 | Next Part Link ;3
You’re not sure if it’s Han or Bangchan who informs the rest that you’re game to play along, but they must have. There's no other reason for the next attempt to be so much bolder.
It’s about three days after Chan’s cheesy pickup line and you’re shadowing Lee Know’s usual makeup artist today. The two of you had decided (with Lee Know’s consent, of course) to do an even split down his face, and you’d copy what she was doing as she was doing it. It was working wonderfully, in your humble opinion, and as long as Ji-Won doesn’t look too long at your station, you’re certain you’ll get away with it.
You’re chatting idly with the idol as the other artist does one of his eyes. You’d kept bumping elbows at that point and you’d decided to back off for a bit in favor of preserving the look. Once you’d made some friends outside of work, maybe you’d be able to convince them to do something similar. Then you jostle each other all you wanted. Somehow, the topic of age comes up.
“I’m a 2000’s baby,” you inform him cheerfully, “I’m between Hyunjin and Han, age-wise.” He narrows his one open eye at you, and you can swear you see the moment a devious thought crosses his mind.
“Ah,” he muses, “You’re younger than me? Should I call you informally then?” You narrow your eyes at him then. You’re aware there’s a trap in there somewhere. The entire team was well aware of your overly polite manner of speech at this point. Even the girls you’d tentatively consider friends at this point were not granted permission to speak informally with you. Ji-Won was the only one who dared, as your head stylist. Still, you yourself spoke very politely to her in turn.
You know Lee Know is well aware of this. Lee Know is aware that you’re aware. You walk into the trap with a reluctant smile pulling at your lips anyways.
“Not at work, no.” You deny him. Your professionalism was your value, and you were someone who stuck by their principals. A smirk crawls over his face and you know you’ve been had.
“So home would be fine then?” He questions innocently, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. The implication is not lost on you nor on the stylist currently painting his face. You choke on a surprised laugh and her face contorts in amusement and embarrassment.
Quick as a whip, you shoot back, “In your dreams, maybe.” your sunbae finally cracks at this, setting the brush she was using down to sink to the floor and giggle helplessly into her knees. Lee Know, on the other hand, is looking at you with smug approval. And you simply cannot let that stand.
You lean forward with devious intent written all across your face. You lean in until your mouth is level with his ear, taking advantage of the other coordi’s distraction.
“And oh, what sweet dreams they’d be,” You whisper seductively, pausing just to emphasize, “Oppa.” before you lean back and smile, pleased as punch, at his flabbergasted expression.
You turn to your sunbae, still giggling on the floor, and offer to finish your side of Lee Know’s face while she pulled herself together. She flaps a hand at you uselessly, and you take that as permission. If you’re using the distraction to keep yourself from blushing, that’s for you and your elevated heart rate to know. After all, it’s not often you’re propositioned with such a sweet voice.
You can’t totally count this as a win, in all fairness. But you gave as good as you got, you think, and so you’ll count this one as a tie. Congratulations, Lee Minho, the first SKZ point on the board.
Coordis - 3, SKZ - 1.
#Baby Writes#Coordi AU#skz fanfic#skz fic#Stray kids fanfic#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#w.i.p fic#w.i.p
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Barista Soulmate (Dream Part) a1 d1
[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]
Concept: Reader owns a café in Seoul, known for being private, discreet, and delicious among those in the entertainment industry. The owner happens to be the final piece of the well-known 7-member soulmate cluster and global superstars BTS. Not that anyone knows that.
Word Count: 1,034
Notes: This is really just one really long stream of consciousness as I tried to flesh out some ideas. Way too much exposition, not enough BTS lol. It doesn't capture the vibe I want at all, a bit to factual. I'll have to tap into my education in poetry for this when I come back to it lol. I think a lot of the exposition here will be saved for when BTS and Reader actually start talking lol
Warnings: None that I know of?
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You open your eyes to a meadow. Today, the weather is beatific, the soft rustling of the breeze caressing the grass peaceful and calming. The shade of the single massive oak tree shields you from the sun overhead and keeps you comfortable. Warm, but not hot. Cool, but not cold. You look out and can see for forever, if not for the fuzzy edges of your vision and the gentle fog obscuring the ground.
A soft snore comes from your lap and you look down, already smiling indulgently. You’re met with the head of a man, fast asleep and not to wake any time soon. Around you are six other, similarly slumbering, men in various stages of sprawled out and cuddled up on the large picnic blanket.
You don’t remember when you started having this dream. It must of been somewhen during high school, but you never could remember the timing. The meadow hadn’t been a meadow back then, just an endless expanse of foggy white and a ground made of clouds.
The grass still felt like clouds when you laid on it, you knew. It always would, you hoped.
The development of this place had been as gradual as your own growth. The grass had been first, the first time the fog had receded enough to see more than your own hands in front of your face. It must have been around the time you’d discovered your love of baking.
You’d felt so alone and lost back then. Scared of the future, of change and of time. It’d been your grandfather who’d pulled out the dusty cookbook of the grandmother you’d never known and taught you how to create magic with just her ghost by his side. You could never truly express how much you loved him for that.
Baking had saved you, given you love and direction and purpose. The day you’d realized you’d bake for eternity if given the chance, you’d gained ground, literally, in your dream.
It probably meant something you should speak to a therapist about, but this place was yours, and you would never share it. Another snore sounds out, this time from somewhere at your hip.
Well, you correct, you’d share it with your boys. No one else though.
To this day you had no idea who or what these seven men were meant to be, but they were yours. That’s all that really mattered to you here, in this simple space.
You’d found them not terribly long after you’d gained your ground. You’d been walking around, examining the tiny wildflowers that had begun popping up, on a day that the fog had cleared much more than it usually would.
They’d been sprawled all around, none closer than a few feet from the others. You’d found yourself unable to move them, and unwilling to leave them, alone and vulnerable. You’d sat yourself right there in the middle of them all, determined to keep watch over them.
You weren’t sure what you were protecting them from, but you’d been unmovable in your conviction that you would. That was the day your oak tree had begun to grow, long before you had ever dreamed of any sort of sky.
The first time it had rained in your dream had been a terrible affair. Your oak tree had still been just a sapling, offering you no shade from the harsh, ripping wind or the freezing rain. You’d started that dream sobbing into your knees. About what, you couldn’t remember now, but it had felt like the world was ending at the time.
After a moment you’d remembered about the seven men around you and realized that if you felt so horrible in the rain, then they must have too.
You weren’t always able to see the boys. Often they were obscured by the fog that obscured everything else in your dream. That day, in particular, you could barely see your own hands, let alone the boys scattered around.
Still, you’d stumbled around blindly, finding each one and covering them with soft blankets you didn’t remember having that somehow never got wet from the rain. You set up umbrellas to cover their faces and as much of their bodies as you could, and prayed that they’d be able to weather the storm with you this way.
Then you’d gone back to your post in the center of them all, curled up on the ground, and wept.
Ever since then you’d realized you could care for them, even if they only ever moved by some force you didn’t understand. You’d made sure to visit each one where they lay, soothing worry lines and talking about everything and nothing. Every time it stormed you were there to shelter them as best you could, and every sunny day you made sure nothing disturbed their peace.
Over time your oak tree grew, offering you shelter of your own, and the boys migrated closer and closer together by the day, centering on your long-held post between them. There were thousands of millions of tiny caring gestures between you now, though you doubt these men would ever know.
When they’d gotten close enough for you to touch all of them at once without leaving your spot you’d gained your little picnic blanket, an extra layer of comfort to the soft fuzziness calm days in this place bring.
These days your oak tree was so large that you couldn’t wrap around it even if there were three of you. You’d often end up with one man or another in your lap, snuggled into your hip, or otherwise draped over you. The others were often in different arrangements of snuggling amongst themselves or sprawled out in the sunlight. They remained deep in slumber, not one of them stirring for anything.
You absently pet the hair of the man in your lap and earn yourself a contented sigh. You can’t stop yourself from humming the tune of a lullaby as you rest your head against the trunk of the tree at your back.
You feel yourself being lulled to sleep yourself and smile at the prospect of a new day. Your days always started wonderfully when you had this dream.
#Baby writes#w.i.p#w.i.p fic#bts fic#bts fanfic#bts x reader#Bangtan fic#bangtan x reader#Barista Soulmate AU
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I'm a few days late starting, but I'm hopeful I can get 31 poems out this month, half for the suptober prompts and half for whatever other nonsense i come up with. anyway, here's liminal.
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Oh to be dressed up in little clothes and taken out for ice cream and doted on, made to feel like the littlest most precious baby then taken back to the car to be roughly fucked <3
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One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.
Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.
It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?
Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.
#idk what to tag this#worldbuilding#writing fiction#historical fiction#fantasy#a real-life example: my dad (a pediatrician) was once entrusted with the care of a baby who was born with a rare condition#this was in a place without great hospital/medical access and anyway they were going to fly the baby over#and he specifically asked them to bring the mother and baby#they show up with baby and...the baby's uncle#and he was like. y'all. do you think I asked for the mom to come just for fun??? We don't have formula here. what is the baby going to eat?
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if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about
#i'd have like. five. which isn't a lot but IT KEEPS HAPPENING#stranger things#platonic stobin#steddie#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#here we go again boys#i've had this floating in my head for a Minute and i was like#nah i'm not gonna do it#maybe i'll anonymously write a fic#but no we're mombin posting on main#i think on twt we agreed it's a 'what's the worst that could happen' situation#platonic co parents can be so so so personal#also i have One more stobin wip and then bg3 again i swear#when i have a baby i Will be putting my giant black wings on beforehand#they have to know what kind of family they're coming into#cw pregnancy
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butch nonspecific bean bag bears. they should let me design toys for children actually
their names are handy, married, grease, and freak ❤️
#original#beanie babies#? idk man might as well#these would be such good stickers ..who said that#i would love to write the little poems for them
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bf!bkg ignoring you because you won’t call him baby or handsome or whatever nickname you usually call him
“Katsuki— have you seen my charger? I can’t find it anywhere.”
You call out as you make your way down the hall from your bedroom. Your boyfriend is sitting on the couch, having a rotting party all by his lonesome to really live out his day off. It’s a rare occurrence for him to be so inactive, but you surmise even pro heroes can be lazy every once in a while.
“Kats?”
Still nothing. You know for a fact that he can hear you, because you can see the way he subconsciously perks up the minute you say something. Definitely charming, but not enough to quell the growing mix of irritation and worry (mostly worry) brewing inside the pits of your stomach.
You make your way across the living room, standing in front of his place on the couch. He’s still not looking at you. No matter, you just decide to straddle him instead. His hands automatically find purchase on your hips, fingers just a few millimeters shy of your ass.
“Katsuki. What’s wrong?”
“Dunno who that is,” he huffs, head turning to the side so you can’t see the way his lips quirk down into a pout. (Because he swears up and down that’s something he never does.)
“Kats?”
“No.”
“‘Suki?”
“Close, but still no.”
“Baby?”
“Yeah, baby?”
"Have you seen my charger, handsome?"
"In your desk drawer on the right."
You smile. You press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose. He pulls you flush against him before you can pull away, capturing your lips with his, appreciating the way the two of you meld against each other. He tries not to look too disappointed when you lift yourself off him and stand up. You lean down to give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.
"Love you, Katsuki."
"Think you've got the wrong guy, sweetheart."
#you can act tough all you want but i see through your lies kacchan#in honor of the latest chapter#bkg liking nicknames confirmed!!#he just wants to be babied but he’d honestly rather choke before admitting that#i lied i posted about bkg first 😔#kat’s writing#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#mha x reader#bnha x reader#mha fluff#bnha fluff
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random but toji definitely torments you with his stubble. it’s not often that he lets it grow, usually pretty quick to shave it down, but whenever he gets a little lazy with it he becomes downright evil.
mostly because he enjoys the way you squeal when the rough texture brushes over your skin. it starts off as an accident, just an honest reaction when you come home one night and he presses a chaste kiss to your throat. he definitely does not expect the way you jump and swat at him, complaining about how his beard is too scratchy and that it tickles.
you can’t blame him for using it to his advantage.
so now whenever he notices that his stubble has gotten a little rough you bet he’s gonna be chasing you around, lips tugging into his trademark smirk as he hears your peals of laughter. it’s a like a game—see how quick he can get his hands on you.
and when he inevitably does you’re already begging over your laughs, going “oh god toji please don’t—!”
but he’s already grabbing your wrist and rubbing it across his chin, hearing the amused whines and complaints as you finally accept defeat. he only chuckles when you call him names and say he’s the worst and such, eagerly diving for your cheek and your neck to be as obnoxious as possible.
and on the other hand, you have your own fun—whenever he shaves you’re always bouncing around him and reaching for his cheeks, eager to feel the silky smooth skin under your palms. and he can only sigh indulgently, making a show out of rolling his eyes dramatically but still taking your palms and pressing them to his jaw.
you laugh and gush over how soft it is and he just shakes his head, lips pulling into a wry smirk as he bends down to let you do whatever you’d like.
“see you’re so soft, toji!” you giggle, smushing his cheeks between your palms and he just scoffs—amused.
“yeah yeah, whatever,” he grunts, making a move to playfully bite at your fingers. “i’ll get y’next time.”
“dare you to try,” you stick your tongue out at him, digging your fingers into his cheeks so that his lips are pouting. you can see the challenge settle into his eyes.
of course, he gets you back later, stubble scraping over your skin as soon as he’s able to.
and funnily enough, he gets so used to it that he starts doing it to the other sweet baby that enters his life.
“oh great,” you laugh, gently smacking his bicep as he presses closer to your body. “at least leave him out of this.”
“impossible,” toji grins, letting his chin brush over chubby fingers. “he needs to learn early.”
little baby megumi squeals from where he’s perched on toji’s chest, arms flapping at the ticklish sensation. you chuckle, reaching out to drag a finger over his chubby cheeks, to which he just babbles.
“learn that you’re a demon?” you ask sarcastically, and toji flashes you a canine smirk. he turns his head to drag his chin over your shoulder, smiling broader at your squeal.
“sure, let’s go with that.”
#sorry i was studying and thinking about domestic toji#he’s a menace but i love him#i need to write more baby gumi#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fluff#fushiguro toji x reader#toji headcanons#toji x you#toji fluff#toji fushiguro#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen drabbles#jjk drabbles#jjk x you#jjk#zenin toji x reader#toji x y/n
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Lover's Quarrel
Summary: A simple few happenstances lead you to two very special women.
Pairings: Omega!Fem!R x Alphas!WandaNat
Genre: Angst, sprinkles of WandaNat fluff.
Warnings: ABO dynamics but no smut. Reader seems a bit depressed.
A/N: This is my first attempt at ABO so pls be nice :)
*credit to owners*
You still struggled to be normal around the brightness of the day. Normally, you’d be holed up in an ex-HYDRA safehouse and hide away from the sun before you would do what you needed, but you were running low on supplies and needed them, now.
What am I talking about? Oh, sorry, you’re still new here.
You, Y/N Stellaluna Romana, grew up in HYDRA. You don’t remember much of your parents, except for the fact that they sold you for protection. You jumped between what you now know to be HYDRA and the Red Room, but the female-dominated organisation had a much better teaching style for aggressive female omegas.
Whilst HYDRA was always there as a threat, the Red Room forced your body into labour if you misbehaved. Growl out at an instructor? Stand on your head in the corner for a time limit set by the victimised instructor. Refuse to make a kill? Your dinner is sacrificed to them, but is laced with cyanide, making you fearful of every meal that touches your lips.
Bite an instructor? You will be beaten black and blue until you pass out, for which some girls wake up and don’t remember who they are.
But enough of that - you were free. You got out. Now, you were just trying to get through every day without your status in the world being revealed. You took your suppressants daily, which you were on your way to get more of, kept your head up and acted confident, which were all the behaviours of an Alpha.
You should know, since you studied them.
But for now, you relaxed slightly, having taken your second last suppressant this morning and now waiting in line for your coffee. It was a truly beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, whilst the wind kept it cool enough for a light jacket.
Speaking of, you were going to have to get new clothes soon. Your daily ‘uniform’ was becoming bland with a simple pair of jeans, a graphic shirt, sneaker and a cap. You paid the seven dollars for your coffee before making your way out of the cafe, down to the mall, and in search of some better clothes.
You strolled through some normal big chain stores like Myer, Cotton On and H&M, and even though nothing caught your attention, that was exactly what you needed. You grabbed three pairs of jeans and four tops, just like the ones you had on, as well as a jacket, a hoodie and some extra socks.
After paying in cash you found your way towards a shoe shop two stores down, but there were some people standing outside of them, like bouncers. You casually moved to the side like you were checking your phone, but you carefully brushed your hair away from your ear as you listened to a new couple coming in.
“Sir, Ma’am, we need to check your status, please.”
“We’re both Alphas.”
You watched them show some form of ID, probably their drivers licences, which contain both sexes of female/male and Alpha/Beta/Omega. They were then let in, and you saw this with almost all of the other shoe shops.
*Dumb laws.* You grumbled, pulling out your umpteenth fake ID as you made your way to the shop.
“Status, please.” The bouncer asked and you handed the Alpha ID over.
He let you in, but hesitated and you gave him a trained Alpha stare, to which he let you in quickly for. You found two pairs of shoes, almost exactly the same, and quickly made your way back home.
Once you returned, you quickly dumped your bags and checked outside - almost sunset. Your supplier was going to meet you soon and you had to be there on time. He knew you were an Omega and was a strangely kind Beta, feeling sympathetic for how you acted like an Alpha but couldn’t deny your half-yearly heat and your drops.
You threw on the new set of clothes, knowing that meeting with old clothes led to the possibility of your scent releasing. They were comfy, but they felt new, like how the hoodie’s fluff wasn’t built over time, but stock-standard.
As soon as the sky changed, you eyed the figure coming out of the shadows to your left, his lips curled into a gentle smile.
“Y/N! It’s been a while.” He shook your hand, which led to you handing over half of the money.
“So, you got it, Vladi?” You asked as you walked with him to the truck.
“Oh yeah. I have some strong stuff too if you’ve run out, by the way.”
You shrugged. “Normal order.”
“One of everything, coming riiiight up.” He grinned, rummaging through the boxes to find yours.
You were patient and handed him the other half of the payment before he began to drive away, your whole body tense until you locked your apartment door behind you. You tipped the last suppressant into the new box before hiding it behind the sink drain pipe, keeping the other ones hidden within your belongings. Inspections were random sometimes and you needed to be prepared when hiding your illegal suppressants.
The next day was even more boring since you had nothing to do; no suppressants to collect, no clothes to buy. It was just another day, spinning on the big dumb rock.
Or so you thought.
You decided to treat yourself and go to the top of the roof for the evening, watching the stars whilst eating your takeaway noodles. It was peaceful and it was the only time you could truly let your guard down, even if that meant no scenting because of your suppressants.
You leaned back in the sunchair and observed the different constellations, connecting the dots much more easily than the average person. Pegasus was angled slightly down, with Perseus to the left and Capricornus to the right. Hercules was just in front of it, whilst Ursa Major and Minor sat next to each other.
But then you heard the sound of tinkling metal from behind you, as well as the scrapes of it digging into the rooftop. You waited patiently as the almost silent footsteps came closer to you before you stood up and kicked the sunchair back, the mess of blonde hair in a white suit wincing at the hit to her stomach.
“Ow!” She growled, and you could smell the Beta in her.
“Who the hell are you?” You growled back, extending a set of claws.
“Look, I just want to talk. What do you know about the dealing of suppressants around here?” She asked calmly, a thick Ukrainian accent matching it.
One you almost acknowledged. “Those are illegal.” You commented like an Alpha.
She nodded. “Indeed.”
She backed away from you but not without your eyes catching a small vial of red, another grappling hook attaching to the rooftop before a noirette with bright blue eyes came into your vision.
“Yelena! What the hell?!”
The name only confirmed your suspicions.
“Kate, not now!” She hissed at her, a smirk coming onto your face.
“Lover’s quarrel?” You jeered.
They both gave you a glare and you put your hands up. “I’ll leave if it helps.”
Kate sighed and faced you. “Has anybody moved in here recently? Like, four months?”
You shook your head in a stone-faced lie. “Not that I’ve heard of.”
Yelena looked you up and down before she pocketed the red vial, to which you watch them leave you alone and head back down their grappling lines. You calmly made your way back to your apartment before you looked at the time - 1:30am.
“Man, work’s gonna be a bitch.” You grumbled, collapsing as soon as your head hit the pillow on the ground.
And it truly was, yet you were only a quarter of your way through it.
Bartending was a profession most Omegas went into, serving drinks, doing dishes, serving food; it all helped calm down a bit of the biology. Your bar manager, Sophie, was a Beta, which helped mute out the smell an Omega could possibly give off when under stressful conditions. And your restaurant manager, Danny, was a married Alpha who often had dinner with his wife Alura and kids, Raquelle and Jason.
It was a slow start to the night at the bar section, which allowed Sophie to leave you alone and help the kitchen staff with delivering orders to tables. You were what she liked to call a ‘spicy Omega’, which she saw as an Omega who could stand their ground.
At least she didn’t know about your other Alpha-resistance training.
But then you recognised two heads at the front of a group of people, a very recognisable group - the Avengers. You mentally caved and regretted ever having a conversation with the blonde and noirette as they came over to you.
“Nice to see you again.” Yelena commented.
“Not so sure I can say the same.” You smirked.
“What can I get for you?”
“A table-”
“For ten, booked under Stark.” The one and only billionaire interrupted Yelena and you lightly scowled at the only Omega celebrity you knew.
“Your table is over there, but let the lady speak next time.”
He nodded before guiding the group over with Captain America's hand in his own, your eyes noticing a child and a teenager which led you to grab some crayons and colouring pages for Sophie as she passed by. You didn’t try to listen to their conversation, instead focusing on keeping the glasses and trays stocked and clean.
Sophie soon came over to you about three minutes later with a large order of drinks. A few cocktails, one for each woman you assumed, whilst a couple of beers would be for the men and the lemonade and apple juice were for the kids.
You also noticed that the little girl was watching you from the end of the booth, propped up on her knees to watch you mix drinks. Now that you had an audience, you were prepared to amaze her.
Flipping the drinks and shakers around, you mixed the drinks up and watched her smile grow as you threw in a few extra flips here and there, gathering a crowd of attention now. You finally laid out the four cocktails and expertly poured straight across, receiving a cheer from the people sitting nearby as well as a loud squeal from the little girl.
You then decided to make your way over to the table, all of the drinks weighted neatly on your tray before you started to hand them out. You were right on all of your guesses, smiling at the little girl when she showed you her messily coloured picture of a scene in Bambi, whilst the teenager was still busy with his Lord of the Rings picture.
“Would you like me to frame it?” You offered her, a couple of surprised chuffs coming from the adults.
“Yes please!” She begged and you took the picture, making your way back to your station before pulling out a picture frame.
You carefully slid the picture in, making sure it wasn’t dirty, before clasping the frame together and hanging it on your wall. You then took over a couple more menus since you saw them struggling, and put your hands in your pocket to reach your ordering device.
“Alright, is anybody ready to order?” You asked and they all gave each other confirming looks.
“Would you like to put names on the order or just keep it under Tony Stark?”
Some raised eyebrows came your way and they decided to do separate names, but only after checking with you that it was okay. You took down their orders and slowly ‘learned’ their names, even if you already knew some of them.
“I-I’m Morgan, and can I have some pizza please?” She asked you sweetly, putting her hands together.
You smiled at her. “Of course. What kind of pizza would you like?”
“Cheese and-and ham! And the yellow fruity triangles!” She exclaimed.
“Hawaiian, please.” Tony clarified, to which you winked at Morgan.
“I was hoping to have the kitchen staff confused so I could make it myself.”
A few more chuckles came from the group until you took the last two orders from 'Wanda' and 'Natasha', but you noticed how their eyes lingered on you for a touch too long.
And then you made the mistake of taking note of their scents.
Six of the eight adults were Alphas. Shit, shit, shit.
You gave them a curt nod and tried to not scurry back to the kitchen, needing to take a break even if you were scheduled for one later. Once you were in the back room, you scrambled for your small bag of belongings and saw the extra strong suppressants Vladi had given you.
You chucked one down and took some deep breaths. An Alpha or two you could handle, but six? Might as well shoot you with a tranq dart.
You quickly made your way out when you were done and asked Sophie to manage that table from now until they finished, getting an alarmed look from her but you explained that you were fine, just overwhelmed.
“I just had a talk with them, sweets. They won’t be doing any more scenting, okay?” Her lovely Southern accent calmed you and you nodded, letting her kiss your forehead before she moved to the back again.
By now there was a steady stream of customers at the bar and you were handling it well, speeding through margaritas and cocktails whilst scotches and vodkas were a simple pour-n-go. However, you did almost have a heart attack when Wanda and Natasha were the last in the line.
“Hey, can we get two more of those cocktails? Just for us.” Natasha asked calmly and you nodded, beginning to make them at a slightly slower pace.
“Morgan likes you, you know.” Wanda added, bringing out a small smirk from you.
“Does she now? Well, you can tell her that her picture isn’t coming down any time soon.” You pointed at it.
They both chuckled. “So we were wondering…”
*Don’t say my name, don’t say my name.* You muttered in your head, but their eyes inevitably flitted down to your nametag.
“Y/N… could we see you outside of this establishment at some point?” Wanda questioned curiously.
“We could just get coffee if you want?”
You gulped down the Omega in you and shrugged. “What days? I’ve got a busy schedule.”
“Any time.” Natasha replied.
You looked at the two of them. They were Alphas, you were an Omega, the possibility was there. But were you mates? Did all three of you share marks? Yours were placed just underneath your neck, a perfect hiding spot when coupled with a jacket, hoodie, bartending shirt or even a low ponytail.
“I’m sorry, I can’t remember my schedule off of the top of my head. Calendar and all.” You chuckled sheepishly, handing over their drinks.
“We can give you our numbers if that’s more helpful?” They both asked at the same time, pulling out their phones.
You were suddenly called to your station and had to abandon the girls, but they were determined. There was something about you, something wrong, yet so right. Dinner came and went, dessert came and went, and as the bill landed in front of them, they made their move.
You opened the bill to sort the receipt, ignoring the two pairs of eyes on you as they tidied up, and saw a message written on the back. ‘Y/N - hope to see you soon! W&N xx’
You hid your blush well but felt a presence behind you, a familiar yet towering one at that. “Hi, Danny.”
“Hi, Y/N. Are you feeling okay? They were giving you some very weird looks.” He commented, watching the group leave quietly.
“I’m okay.” You murmured, but he knew you.
“Go home, Y/N. Take the night off, I’ll still pay you.”
“Danny, that’s not fair-”
“You made us more than enough profit tonight. Go home.” He put a hand on your shoulder and you sighed.
“If you say so.” You shrugged, grabbing your bag and heading out the back door.
Yet, those voices were still there. Wanda, Natasha, Yelena, Kate, Tony - you could decipher them all. Some were different and you couldn’t match them without a face, but you steadily followed behind them as you walked home.
You eventually crossed the street, your apartment a few turns away from the Avengers Tower, which drew the attention of Wanda and Natasha. They told the group they’d meet up in the Tower and they followed after you, just making sure you got home safe.
But a group of men were wolf-whistling you, and they watched them crowd around you.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out at this time all alone?”
“She’s not alone.” Natasha growled, the group jumping at the sight of the two Avengers before a man stepped forward.
“Oh yeah? What, is she your little bitch? Keep her on a lead next time, or she’ll be ours.” He grabbed you roughly and pulled you into him, something which you did not like.
You pushed him out, grabbed his right wrist and flipped him over, pinning his arm back in an excruciating hold that had him whining like a pup. “Submit.” You growled, trying to sound as Alpha as possible.
He tapped three times quickly and bared his neck, making your ego inflate at your acting abilities. You looked at Natasha and Wanda for a few more seconds, trying to decipher their objectives, before turning 180 and heading into the building.
Wanda’s eyes glowed as the men turned to them. “Try it, let’s see how you feel being thrown fifty feet into the air before dying on impact.”
They scattered like prey and it almost enticed them to chase, but they waited until you were inside of the elevator before going back to the Tower.
The next afternoon, having slept away the morning, you sent a generic text to the two Avengers saying hi. They then sent back dozens, asking to meet for lunch or afternoon tea by the shore. You sighed, knowing they wouldn’t budge until you said yes, so you obliged and agreed to meet at 4.
Now, you were making your way down there, a casual stroll in your step as you came into the sunshine in your simple jeans, top and hoodie. No cap this time as it was shaded, and you smelled the two Alphas at the restaurant before you came to the front door.
“Status, please.” The bouncer asked.
*What the fuck?* You grumbled in your mind, handing over your Beta ID since you saw it on his.
He held it to your face and you took off the hoodie, revealing your ponytailed hair and the rest of your body. He handed it back to you before you walked over to the girls, reining in your scent.
The conversation was light, learning about each other and how they met. You were surprised to hear they were on opposite sides twice, but now that the Sokovia Accords were scrapped, they were okay.
“How about you, Y/N? Got a partner?” Wanda asked and you shook your head.
“Still looking. Haven’t really had time to look, though.” You shrugged, sipping on your hot chocolate.
“Are you gay or straight or…?” Natasha questioned.
“I like women. Not really good at the labels.” You replied nonchalantly.
“Fair enough.”
The chatter went on mindlessly for a bit longer and if it wasn’t for your training, you weren’t sure you could have kept it up for so long. The questions were so mundane, so dull compared to your ever busy life.
But then again, you should really knock on wood when you say something like that. Or an explosion will go off underneath the waterfront.
The ground shook beneath you and people ran for safety, whilst Natasha and Wanda recognised the group of people as HYDRA agents. Wanda’s magic protected some civilians whilst Natasha’s trusty guns fired upon some, a trigger in one’s hand that set off another explosion.
“Y/N, get inside!” Natasha commanded but you ignored the Alpha, moving to help some other restaurant goers.
“Y/N!” Wanda barked, but watched you help up a lady and her son.
“Go! Get inside!” You yelled, but the ground shook again, almost like the bomb was underneath you.
You stumbled and almost gained your footing, but the rushing crowd tripped you until you landed face first. It earned you a graze along your cheek, a few scrapes on your arms and elbows, but that was the problem.
Now, there was blood. And blood was not something a suppressant could do anything about.
You looked up and saw the bouncer fall over, his eyes going to you in shock. “Omega?”
Your face turned ghostly at the status, scrambling to get to your feet. You spun around to see Natasha and Wanda looking for you, but when Wanda saw the state you were in, you knew it was too late.
‘Omega?’ She mouthed to you.
You sprinted faster than you’d ever sprinted in your life. Fear had truly grasped your heart, not letting go until you were in the safety of your apartment. You locked the door before barricading it, doing the same to the window in the bedroom and bathroom.
Your breathing was still heavy as you slid down the wall of the bathroom, trying to regain your senses as you cleaned yourself up. You had to admit, it was more of a struggle when your surroundings were spinning and you had two Y/N’s to look at in the mirror.
You slowly bandaged yourself up before looking for another apartment, your time here up as not one, not two, but three people had just found out about your status. You scrambled to pack your things, only taking away the barricade when you were completely ready.
But the sight of two Alphas was enough to make your knees wobble.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, Y/N.” Natasha caught you, her touch warm to your skin.
“Holy shit, you’re jacked.”
You rolled your eyes at that well-known fact for ex-Widows and ex-HYDRAs. They guided you to the bed and helped you sit down, your eyes unable to stay open for very long as pain rang through your head.
“Y/N, you might have a concussion.” Wanda explained, raising her hand up to your head before you grabbed it.
“Don’t touch my head.” You growled.
She backed off, confusing you. Alphas were supposed to be demanding. Why wasn’t she demanding? Natasha came to try next, but soon there were two of her and two Wandas, sending your Omega core into a state of confusion.
“How did we not smell it before?” Natasha’s voice sounded far away as you stood, but four hands tried to keep you down.
“Get off me!” You growled, pushing them away with the same force of an Alpha.
“This doesn’t make sense…”
You collapsed as Natasha failed to finish her sentence. Or maybe your ears just didn’t wanna listen. Either way, you welcomed the familiar darkness.
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A/N: Part 2.
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SKZ x Coordi (Chan Part) a1 d4
[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]
Concept: Reader is a successful makeup artist with a notorious and prolific career and no self awareness. Reader joins JYP as a part of Stray Kids' team and encounters their hazing ritual for new coordis: flirting.
Word Count: 640
Notes: This feels more like a drabble than a full part, but I don't really want to add much to it either lol. As everything else, could use some editing for clarity. Maybe better descriptions or transitions? Idk, We'll think abt it later :p
Warnings: None that I know of? Reader has weird self esteem but it's not bad? Reader referred to with She/Her pronouns
Masterlist link :D | Prev Part Link <3 | Next Part Link ;3
The next few weeks pass by in a pattern of work and sleep with no real reprieve. It’s an excellent thing that you enjoy your work and that your coworkers are all very nice.
Ji-Won has you rotating between shadowing the various makeup artists on your team and doing little pieces of whatever look is being put together on each idol. You learn a lot about which shades match best with who’s skin tones and which sorts of styles are generally expected for which member. You don’t think you’ve ever been so thoroughly educated on a specific person’s face before. You’re usually in a whole other country by now.
You get this very thorough rotating education because the role you were hired for was to be a bit of a floater, to fill in where you’re needed. On the other makeup artist’s days off, you’ll be filling in. If someone calls off or the team needs a spare set of hands, that’s your job. You find that it suits you well.
Usually you move pretty quickly between jobs, always on the hunt for the next look, for new knowledge, for new adventures. Right now, though, you’re glad that you’ve stopped a while. Eight lovely faces to gain familiarity with, a variety of different projects to create for, and coworkers who seem very eager to teach and work with you.
You're having a great time and find yourself very glad you'd chosen this route for your career. You will admit that this little game that’s developed between you and the idols is possibly a very large factor.
It stemmed from Han’s little flirtation that first day, of course. The eonni who’d borne witness to it had congratulated you for your composure and explained that SKZ has always had a little game of flustering new coordis to break the ice. Their own form of gentle hazing, she tells you. It helps new coordis not be so nervous around them and, she tells you with a conspiratorial whisper, her personal theory is that it also tells them which coordis they have a chance with. You’re not sure how much you believe that part.
She went on to mention that she was surprised Ji-Won had allowed them to do it though, since your head stylist had been adamant that the whole team be on their best behavior with you. She hadn’t seemed to notice your confusion at her statement, so you chalked it up to Ji-Won doing her best to make the new stylist comfortable. She’d completed her explanation by telling you to expect the other seven to attempt it too before they’d stop.
When, the very next day, Chan prevents you from falling flat on your face and dropping towels everywhere and, like he couldn’t quite help himself, asks if this means you’d fallen for him, you decide that this means war. He immediately bursts into embarrassed giggles and you laugh along but internally you’re planning your retaliation.
As he releases you, still embarrassed with himself, and you steady yourself, you give the most obvious once over you can. As you meet his eyes again, taking in his already embarrassed face and reddening ears, you smile, making sure to lace it with the humor the situation deserves. And then, because you’re a bit of an asshole and you’d never denied that, you gently pat his arm, let the touch linger just a bit, and say “You’re cute. Thanks for the hand.” and walk off with a little nod in his direction before he can remember he’s older than you and technically your boss.
You hear a little pained whimper of embarrassment from behind you and mentally fist pump. Coordis - 2, SKZ - 0. And you’d gotten away with some blatant disrespect just then. It’s always a treat to let social niceties die.
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Barista Soulmate (Café Part) a1 d3
[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]
Concept: Reader owns a café in Seoul, known for being private, discreet, and delicious among those in the entertainment industry. The owner happens to be the final piece of the well-known 7-member soulmate cluster and global superstars BTS. Not that anyone knows that.
Word Count: 2,010
Notes: I've got a lot of ideas for this fic, and I've already restructured the world building like 80 times. This part does not feature any members of BTS, but it does feature Changbin and Yeonjun :D Yeonjun is important UvU This is probably the only part I have rn that won't be entirely redone lmao. This beast is hard to write bc I have a very specific vibe in mind for it.
Warnings: None that I know of?
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You hum tunelessly to yourself as you bustle around your silent cafe. The sweet smell of the pastries currently baking in the backroom and the soft light of the pre dawn hours are your only companions as you lightly dance around sweeping the floor and watering the plants that need it. Just like every morning, you entertain yourself with your own music before the playlist that’ll take over your entire day begins to play. You could always change it, but the mix was soothing to you after 3 years.
You’d moved to Seoul for university about 4 years ago, promptly dropped out, and used your life savings to buy your cramped little café. It’d been your dream to expand it, once, but by now everything from the kitchen you could barely move in, to the single cozy bay window seat, to the tight alley that your front door opened to was precious to you. You’d poured your soul into this little place, and moving was unthinkable now.
You could certainly afford to do so at this point though. When you’d first opened you’d had to camp out in your closet-like break room, no other home to speak of. After about a year you’d proven to the locals that you brewed the best coffee in Seoul and baked a mean muffin to boot. You’d gained enough loyal regulars to keep your head afloat and, as word spread and you got busier, enough to afford your own apartment nearby.
Your café stayed right where it was, though. It would stay there for a long time, if you had any say about it. Your cramped little alley and crowded four walls had soaked up all the love and comfort you could bear to exude and at this point you felt as if the building had taken on a soul of its own with everything you’d given for it.
Your customers sure seemed to appreciate it, at least. You’d lost count of how many times your café had been described to you as lovely or cozy or homey. You’d strived to create a safe haven between these four walls, for you and for your customers. A place to put down their busy lives and rest for a spell, and a menu that allowed them to take a piece of warmth and healing with them when they leave.
Just as you finish your sweeping and begin to open your register, a knock sounds on the large bay window by your front door. You look up to see a familiar silhouette dressed head to toe in black, face covered with a black ball cap pulled low and face mask. Once he sees he has your attention he waves cheerfully. You make a face and stick your tongue out at him, going back to opening your register.
You can’t help the smile that breaks across your face when his offended wail manages to make it into the building despite your locked doors. Luckily for him, the register was the last thing you had to do before going back into the kitchen, which could wait the 10 minutes it’d take to greet him.
You finish up and able your way towards the door, café now completely silent as your humming stops. You take your time unlocking your heavy wooden door and swing it open only a crack, just enough to peak your head through.
Sure enough, Changbin’s recognizable girth greets you when the sunlight meets your face. You can’t help the smile that crosses your face when you see him, but you narrow your eyes into a suspicious glare anyways.
“We’re closed.” You deadpan, cackling internally as his face screws up enough at your taunt for you to tell behind his mask.
“I know the owner, she always lets me in,” Is his smug retort and, well, you can’t deny that. He was one of your best customers after all. There’s a shocked choke from behind him, and for the first time you notice the slighter figure hovering somewhat timidly behind Changbin. Immediately you straighten up and lose the mischief to your smile.
“You should have told me you brought me a new customer, Binnie!” You scold him with a laugh, “I’d have prepared a warmer welcome.” You don’t recognize the man he’s brought with him, but you assume he’s another idol. The new faces your Idol regulars bring with them usually are.
Being located on the edge of Nonhyeon-dong bordering Cheongdam-dong means that you see quite a few idols just casually hanging around. After the first had indulged in the caffeinated goodness you specialized in, more and more had trickled in over time. These days it was rare you didn’t see at least one in a day. Even the ones like Changbin, who’s companies were a bit farther away, tended to stop by once a week or so.
You like to think it’s because your coffee is just that godly, but in all honesty it probably had just as much to do with the private location and low foot-traffic.
“You didn’t give me a chance!” Changbin complains, gently sliding past you as you finally open the door, holding it open as both idols make their way inside.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s your fault for always stopping by before we open.” You snipe back, moving behind the counter to start his usual order as he pulls your chairs down from the tables like he works here. His friend hovers somewhat anxiously as he does this, but the action only takes him a moment due to how few tables you have. When he’s done he swings a chair around to take a seat. His friend follows suit and you have to wonder when Changbin will either introduce him or order for him.
Changbin brings a dramatic hand up to his chest to feign hurt as he leans back in his seat. “I’m hurt, really I am! I thought we were friends!” you roll your eyes at him fondly.
“If we were such good friends,” You state him primly, “You’d’ve told me you had a show I’d be able to attend soon.”
He perks up at this, eyes sparkling as he forgets his dramatics, “Wait, seriously?” he asks, “Which one? I’ll get you a good ticket!” You scrunch your nose up at him.
“I’m not telling you! I got the ticket I have fair and square, like a proper STAY. You don’t get to take fan status away from me.” His answering groan is music to your ears and you round the counter with his drink in hand to set it in front of him.
“C’mon, I could beg for us to commission you for catering and all!” He whines.
“Even more reason not to tell you,” You tease, “It’s on my birthday, I don’t wanna work on my birthday.”
You ignore his gaping visage, aware that you’d just dropped a bit of a bomb on him, and turn to his forgotten friend.
“Since this lug seems to have forgotten his manners, hi, I’m the owner of this café.” You greet. You introduce yourself briefly and then proceed to ask if he’d like anything to drink. “On Binnie’s tab, of course.” You barely hold back your amusement as that breaks the beefy man from his daze and he starts to protest.
“Ah, I’m Yeonjun,” He returns your introductions, “Uh, an iced americano would be fine, please.” You don’t recognize the name off the top of your head, but if he becomes a regular you’d need to find a way to support his group, so you’d look it up after he left.
You’d done the same with every new group to pass through your doors. The majority didn’t know about this, of course, but as your largest (and largest-tipping) regular customer-base, you’d decided it was the least you could do. A few times the idols had been the only thing between you and sleeping in the break room again, so you felt you owed them what support you could afford to give.
Besides, your new customers very often ended up on your café playlist after a while, so it all worked out.
As you make your way back behind the counter to make Yeonjun’s drink, Changbin jumps up to follow you.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he stammers, “No, we gotta rewind, what do you mean your birthday?” He questions insistently.
“I mean my birthday is the same day as one of your upcoming shows,” you explain slowly, like he’s dumb. He’s not, you know, you’re simply enjoying riling him up far too much. You know exactly why he’s freaking out. After all,
“I’ve known you for a year and a half!” He bursts, “How is this the biggest hint I’ve ever gotten about when your birthday is?!”
“Because you don’t need to know.” You inform him. “You’d try to do something, and I don’t want you to.” He groans again, sinking down to lay his head on the counter.
He removes himself from his sulk just enough to pull out his phone and check his calendar.
“We just announced the tour, but it’s gotta be a Seoul date, right?” He mutters to himself, “We’ve only got four...” He trails off, looking up to glare at you as you work. “I will figure it out!” You smile and reach across the counter to pat his head.
“Good luck with that, bud.” You know damn well that those four shows are two sets of two set decently far apart. The only real hint for your birthday will be that the Café will be closed. Unfortunately for Changbin, he will be performing that day.
Yeonjun apparently has had enough of being sidelined and involves himself in the conversation, “Maybe I should come around and investigate,” he muses, “I could be free.”
You finish up the drink you were working on and ring up both drinks on the register. You push the card reader toward Changbin’s pouting form as you round the counter to hand the americano off to Yeonjun. The slumped idol pulls out his wallet begrudgingly, but does pay. If you know him well at all, he’s even left you a nice tip, despite your constant ribbing.
“As long as you don’t tell Binnie your findings, all is well,” You agree peaceably. Yeonjun snickers as he accepts his drink from you.
“Oh, of course,” he nods sagely, the both of you enjoying Changbin’s long suffering noises behind you. Yeonjun takes advantage of the lull in conversation to take a sip of his americano.
Changbin straightens up and turns to watch Yeonjun with a certain gleam in his eyes as the other idol takes the first sip of his drink. You watch Yeonjun’s eyes widen in surprise as the taste hits his tongue, pausing just to look at his cup with awe.
“I told you,” Changbin pipes up, “Best in Seoul.” he states proudly, as if it’s his café instead of yours. You can’t help your fond smile as you shake your head at him.
Yeonjun looks up at you like you’ve handed him the holy grail. “I’m going to need, like, four gallons of this.” He tells you seriously. You laugh and wave him off, promising him that he’s welcome to come to the café anytime.
You take a glace at the wall clock above the counter and begin ushering the boys to take their leave.
“I’m sure you both have places to be, and I have a café to actually open,” You aim the last part of your statement at Changbin, who only smiles unrepentantly. He’s the only idol who’d ever taken your promise of ‘welcome anytime’ 100% seriously. It’s the reason you’re such close friends now, but it does mean that the man shows up at every odd hour.
Both idols leave with smiles and drinks, and you can’t help but think that if a bit of a detour in your routine is the price for all of your days starting out well, then it wasn’t really much of a price at all.
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jumping on this train SUPER late, but.... day 18: cycles for @spnpoetryrenaissance
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"babe, could you grab that thing for me?"
your body came to a halt for a brief minute, and you looked up from your phone to find that he was not paying attention either. "what did you just say to me?" you asked, your eyebrows quirking in amusement.
"oh," megumi suddenly realised, "i think i didn't make it clear."
“my phone, could you grab my phone for me?"
your laughter filled the room as you shook your head; you aren't going to let him off the hook easily. "no, what you said before that." your boyfriend was bewildered and innocent. “what?"
“what’s with your face?”
“what about it?”
"megumi,” you chuckled between your words. “you just called me babe for the first time."
the man was unsure whether he had actually stated that out. although he has been thinking about it, he was hesitant to start calling you in an endearing way. "that," he objected, attempting to preserve "i did not." he said, hiding his humiliation and the tingling sensation on his face.
you insisted with a grin. "you did."
"i didn't." you didn’t believe he’s still denying, though his blushing betrayed his words.
"but you're red."
"i'm not!”
"fine, whatever you say." you finally relented, handling him his phone. “here, babe."
"shut it." god, megumi is so frustrated, the man can't even look at you, and he's hiding his face as well. even though the endearment made his heart skip a beat, he doesn't want you to know.
however, you will not pass up this opportunity.
"only under one condition," you said, with a wicked grin you had been attempting to conceal. "you call me that again and i'll stop teasing—“
“no!”
it took every bit of him not to surrender to your quirks. nevertheless, he still took the bait. he understood very well he cannot win against you on this one. megumi took a deep breath before saying..
“babe…"
a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “say it again."
"you said you'll stop!" megumi frowns as your laughter bubbled the room.
“i didn't say when though."
n. brainrotting so so bad about this one. i’m a firm believer megumi just subconsciously says whatever he feels and thinks out of the blue and won’t admit it afterwards. it just comes out very natural from his liking (you always took advantage of these moments lmao) — requests are open!
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