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allemantheias · 11 months

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Parent triangle. Part 1.

Finding out and telling them.

[Part 1.] Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6 coming soon

Alejandro/Rudy/original female character. Content: Love triangle, unplanned pregnancy, unprotected sex, light bdsm, oral/vaginal/anal sex/fingering, implied homophobia from OC's father. Word count: 2201 Read Parent triangle on AO3.

~ ~ ~ When an intern chef starts cooking on their base, Alejandro and Rudy both question their sexuality. They have been dating for many years, engaged even, but both get feelings for this young woman.

Six years later, they get wasted and have sex with the three of them, not thinking about the consequences.

- Rudy is 34, Ale is 33 and OFC Lauren is 26. After 6 years with them, she knows a fair bit of Spanish. - Spanish is translated and checked with two translators. I'm sorry if it's incorrect, please let me know, but I love it when works include a different language when characters are multilingual (as long as the translation is in the same paragraph or sentence). English is my second language.

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"Ale, are you home at the moment?" I ask over the phone when he answers my call.

"Doll, we gave you the keys to our house for a reason, you don't have to ask permission to visit."

"I know, but I- need some company." I clench the plastic stick that I'm holding in my hand harder, my knuckles turning pale.

"Sí, I'm home. Rudy is still at work though."

"Okay, I'll be there in fifteen." I get up from the toilet and wash my hands. The stick gets thrown in my bag and I make my way over to my best friends' house. It's a ten-minute bicycle ride. An agonizing long ten minutes, which I use to think about the best way to tell him the bad news, and go over every bad scenario that could happen. Them getting mad is the end of every scenario I can envision. "Hola querido (Hi dear), how are you?" Alejandro greets me with a tight hug by his strong, muscular arms, squeezing the air out of my lungs. Typical Ale, he always does this to me. He lets go of me too soon and takes me with him to the kitchen.

"I'm okay." That's not completely true, but I'm not ready yet to tell him the truth.

"Me doy cuenta cuando mientes (I can tell when you are lying)." His hand cups my cheek, caressing my skin with his thumb. He sees right through me, knows me all too well. "What's bothering you, cariño (darling)?" He looks me in my eyes, tries to read me.

"I fucked up." Tears are forming behind my eyes, ready to fall. "I ruined our friendship."

"Pff yeah, like that's even possible." Alejandro scoffs, grabs two glasses from a cupboard and opens the fridge. "You need a drink."

"I can't!" I exclaim a bit louder than intended, in slight panic.

"You can't? We drank together last weekend. Why wouldn't you be able-?" He's starting to connect a few dots. Me, not able to drink alcohol, while I was here drinking cocktail after cocktail with him and Rodolfo three days ago. I'm afraid of his reaction when he finds out and I look outside, count the flowers in the garden. "Dos semanas (Two weeks).." That's it, he knows. Farewell to our six-year-long friendship! "No way.. a- are you pregnant?" He runs his hands through his hair. I rummage through my bag, grab the positive pregnancy test I took half an hour ago, before I called him, and place it on the counter. I accidentally look up at him, straight into his chocolate brown eyes. Is that a smile on his face? He's not mad at me? Alejandro grabs my face with both hands and pulls me closer, passionately kisses me. Being impatient as ever, he bites my lip, wanting more. I open my mouth and let his tongue start a fight with mine. He pushes my tongue away and I do the same to him.

It will always stay weird to kiss my best friend, who's in a relationship of twelve years with his former best friend, Rodolfo - now his fiancé. Even weirder because both of them are gay, with what they call homoflexible tendencies towards me. They never met another woman that awoke feelings in them. It took them a year, from when I started my internship as a chef at their military base, to finally confess to me that I was more than their best friend. I've made out with both men many times before, but we never did more than that, until two weekends ago. We got wasted on mixed drinks and ended up in bed with the three of us. It was an amazing night, but I never expected to get pregnant after. I don't even know how that could have happened when I'm on the pill. Maybe I forgot one, lost it after pushing it out of the blister and never noticed I didn't take it? I was feeling sick the past few days and when I threw up this morning, I knew I had to take a pregnancy test. It immediately came out positive.

"¡Esto es jodidamente increíble! (This is fucking amazing!)" Alejandro embraces me tightly again and lifts me up. "¡Te amo, carajo! (I fucking love you!)" My cheeks turn red and hot.

"What about Rudy? What if he doesn't want this?" Where I was on cloud nine a few seconds ago, this thought puts my feet back on the ground.

"No te preocupes, amor mío (Don't worry, my love)." He takes a glass bottle of fresh pear juice from the fridge and pours it into both glasses that were already on the cooking island. He gives me one and leads me to the living room. "Rudy will also love having a baby. We've talked about it."

"Why didn't I know about the both of you wanting kids?" I ask when I get comfortable on the couch.

"Because it came up a few months ago, we never made any actual plans outside of talking about if we wanted to adopt or look for a surrogate mother."

"I drank alcohol while I was already pregnant!" The thought hits me out of nowhere. What if I hurt our baby three days ago? Alcohol is bad while pregnant and I drank loads!

"Querido (dear), you didn't know yet. I'm sure our baby is fine." Alejandro holds my hands, rubbing the back with his thumbs.

"I'll ask my doctor tomorrow, just to be sure." For now it's too late. Only emergency calls are being taken by the assistants. I run my hands through my hair.

"Something else is bugging you." Alejandro looks at me worried and wraps his arms around me, pulls me against his body and doesn't let me go.

"I have to do so many things now. I need to make doctor's appointments, look for a gynaecologist, obstetrician, and other people that are necessary." I try to remember more things that I need to do in the first few weeks of being pregnant. "I need to buy prenatal vitamins too. There's so much I need to do, it's stressing me out and that's bad for the baby."

"You don't have to do this on your own, cariño (darling). We're here too and can help you with anything, whatever you need." He assures me.

"I'm still worried Rudy won't be happy with the news."

"He will be, sweetheart. Trust me."

"When is he done working?" I yawn from tiredness, turning my head away.

"In one and a half hours. You should take a nap until then." Alejandro noticed me yawning of course. Nothing escapes his attention.

"Fine, but only for half an hour." I give in, only because I know he won't tolerate objections when he knows he's right. I scream when he lifts me up and walks to their bedroom with me in his arms, bridal style.

"Let's go to the drugstore and get you some good vitamins after you wake up."

Their bedroom, the room where everything happened two weekends ago. I remember their hands being all over my body, stroking, caressing and stimulating every centimetre of my skin. One of them kissed my lips, while the other made hickeys on my throat, breasts and shoulders. They made me feel like a goddess. A goddess, honoured and worshipped by the best sex gods in existence. It was the best experience of my life. "Remember talking about having kids of our own?"

"Yes.. Did you change your mind?" Rudy seems scared by that thought.

"No, nunca (never). But it's sooner than we were able to discuss."

"¿Qué? ¿Cómo? (What? How?)" He doesn't understand, yet. Alejandro looks towards me, gestures me to come to them from the kitchen doorframe I'm leaning against, Rodolfo following what Ale's looking at. When I'm close enough to the sofa, Alejandro grabs my waist and sits me down between his spread legs, my back against his chest, one foot on the floor and the other leg on the couch. His hands are placed on my stomach. We're both facing Rudy, who still doesn't know what's going on.

"It's been two weeks since the three of us had fun in our bedroom." Alejandro hints, but Rudy isn't making the connection.

"Por favor, dime (Please, tell me). I'm too exhausted from work to understand."

"I got Lauren pregnant." Him saying it shamelessly like that, proud even, makes my heart race in my chest. Rodolfo is processing the big news. I'm worried about his reaction and put my hands on Ale's hands, which are still resting on my stomach, and squeeze them. Rudy's facial expression changes. A smile. There's a smile! Oh god, I was scared for a second.

"Lo siento (I'm sorry), I'm so tired. But I'm happy we're having a baby with the three of us." He kisses me quickly before kissing Alejandro.

"Our baby will be so spoiled with three military parents."

"I'm not really military, though, I'm just a chef in a military kitchen."

"You did enough heavy training with us to be considered a soldier. You've been keeping up with us for six years already." Alejandro puts his lips on my neck and slides his arms around my waist. That's true, but lately I'm not joining them as much anymore. "I'm sorry, Lau, I was out of it after I came home from work." Rodolfo, who just woke up from a well-deserved nap, puts his hands on my hips and pulls me in for a hug, moving his hands to my lower back. The smell of his shower gel combined with his body scent is intoxicating, since he just got out of the shower.

"You had a long day at work and it was also half a night shift, I completely understand. You are keeping all of us safe from threats."

"As long as you know I'm truly excited that you're pregnant." His lips touch mine for a short second, before he sits down on the couch.

"I was terrified this morning when I held the positive pregnancy test in my hand and knew I had to tell the both of you as soon as I could."

"Scared that we would get mad at you?"

"Sí."

"Babygirl, we will never be mad at you. Have we ever?" He looks into my eyes.

"No, but you were pretty aggressive with her when we fucked her." Alejandro enters the living room with a grin on his face, taking a break from cooking dinner and overhearing our conversation. All of us laugh.

"She agreed to that, though." He defends himself.

"I did, and I loved every second of it." I declare with a heated face.

"We should do it again." Suggests Rudy, while pulling me in for a quick kiss. "It was incredible."

"En efecto, lo era (Indeed, it was). Without alcohol this time, it's no fun when one of us can't drink." Alejandro agrees with his fiancé, staggering me as I did not expect them to want to have a threesome again.

"I didn't think that would ever happen again."

"Oh doll, you will be joining us many more times." Alejandro stands in front of me, towers over me because I'm sitting on the sofa, and he sternly holds my chin, forces me to look into his dark eyes. "I won't go easy on you next time." The way he monitors every muscle I tighten makes my intimate parts tingle. A barely audible moan escapes my lips.

"¿Oíste eso? (Did you hear that?)" Rudy grins, pushes a hand between my thighs, rubs my clit and folds through my clothes.

"Sí, ella ama esto (Yes, she loves this)." Alejandro pushes my head to the right, towards Rudy, exposing my throat. With his teeth he scratches the left side of my skin, heatedly kissing it like I may disappear any moment. In the meantime Rudy makes his way up my shirt, strokes my stomach and sides. I moan louder, unable to keep quiet anymore. "There she goes. Do you want more of this, cariño (darling)?"

"Yes! Yes!" I whimper, try to touch the man in front of me. Rodolfo thinks differently about me wanting to touch his fiancé and pulls my arms on my back.

"You'll get all of me, us , later tonight." Ale's thumb strokes my lower lip, bites it with his teeth, but doesn't give me the fulfilment of a passionate kiss.

"This isn't fair!" I moan in frustration as he lets me go and leaves me unsatisfied.

"That's the point, doll." Alejandro disappears to the kitchen to resume cooking. "It's my turn to destroy your asshole tonight!" He proudly yells and Rudy and I laugh. "I can't have Rudy be the only one to enjoy your ass!"

"Someone's jealous that I was her first anal."

"Sí!" The frustration is noticeable in his voice. "Both of you made me come too many times before I could try her ass too." It's silent for a bit, the only sounds coming from the kitchen are pots and pans being moved. "Dinner is ready, get those hot asses over here!" Rodolfo helps me up from the couch and we walk to the kitchen together.

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x you #alejandro vargas x original female character #parent triangle #allemantheias #mangomochamikamuffin #alerudy #rodolfo parra x you #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x original female character #rodolfo parra

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insanity-laughs-under-pressure · 11 months

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#No they aren't in a love triangle #Gabriel ships his new parents #Imagine the husbands doing something romantic and Gabriel just pops up from behind a book shelf like:#Aw you guys are sooo adorable #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands

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xysidhequeen · 1 year

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So sorta a prompt/sorta a brain worm that got stuck in my head.

What if.... When Jason died originally he came back as a ghost and he and Danny met. Jason helped him fight ghosts and taught him some tricks of the trade. He offhandedly told Danny that if he ever needed help to go to Gotham/Blüdhaven (depends if you want to spin Jason still feeling kind towards Bruce or him being more in Dick's corner). Jason vanishes when he's resurrected and Danny doesn't hear from him for years.

Well something happens. (Either everyone he loves dies, and he runs to the GZ or away to prevent himself from turning into Dark Danny, or his parents find out his secret and react Badly. Or maybe they react well but the GIW takes them out)

Danny runs to the only place he thinks can offer sanctuary, Gotham/Blüdhaven. Running off the words of a friend he hasn't seen in a long time.

He arrives and is probably exhausted, stumbling around when he feels a familiar energy. He follows it, only to nearly collapse at Jason's feet as Red Hood. (This is probably post Outlaws when Jason has a more peacefulish relationship with the Bats) and looks up.

"Jason?"

"Danny?!"

#jason probably forgot his time while dead #which is why he didnt look for Danny #or maybe Amity Park is like the bermuda triangle and no one can find it so Jason thought he hallucinated it all #this can run into any ship you prefer #if I wrote it I might run a Brain Dead ship but we all know I also love Dead on Main #Jason is panicking the Bats are panicking because this strange meta knows Jasons Secret Identity #Jason is Panicking because oh shit it wasnt a dream and oh fuck something bad mustve happened was it Dannys parents? the GIW? VLAD?!#and hes just spitting out these words like ectoplasm and cores and ghoat zone and the Bats understand None of it #and Jason hisses like a feral mama cat anytime one of the other bats tries to touch a passed out Danny #thats his ghost kid no touchies Bruce! you dont get to adopt this one Jason called dibs!#can be romantic or platonic dibs #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #danny phantom au #danny phantom crossover #dc×dp prompt #dp x dc prompt

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musicalchaos07 · 1 year

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Sometimes a sibling trio can be a self-proclaimed freak with a slight weed addiction, a boy who was demonically possessed and committed accidental homicide, and a girl with psionic abilities ❤️

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dramioneasks · 6 months

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Boundless - maple_unicorn - E, 40 chapters, Words: 128,337 - Four years ago, Hermione Granger failed to reverse her mother's obliviation. Now, she is twenty-six, single, and unemployed. Her sole focus in life has been healing her mother until St Mungo’s newest healer, Draco Malfoy, re-enters her life with his six-year-old son in tow. Together, Draco and Hermione work to find a cure for her mother before it’s too late. Along the way, they may discover there is more to life than what they had both previously settled for.

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secrettastemakerland · 3 days

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I was disappointed last season for what they did to my fav book but polin’s season is looking good so far. 👀

Pen’s new dresses are gorgeous as well

Colin’s hair is making me 😵‍💫 (some shots is styled one way and right in the next is different 💀)

Oh and francesca 🥹🫶

NAH BC THOSE ARE ACTUALLY MY BIRTH PARENTS AND I'M SO FUCKING PROUD OF LUKE AND NIC LIKE I ALREADY KNOW THEY ATE THAT UP.

idk how some people can hate on them i can barely watch a 30 sec edit soooooo more eye candy for me ig 🥵

manifesting benesophie next season ofc <333333

#ella pls send the vibes cause i'm dying at work thinking about them.....#season 2 is 100% better than season 1 but that love triangle was not it lmao #at least this season you'll get married kanthany!!!!!#fun fact those are my sister's birth parents #ellaroundpanda #bridgerton #polin

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mingigoo · 2 years

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Midnight Kisses || j.wy || (m.) || Part One

Part One ⇢ sexy milf

🍓 pairing ⇢ best friend! Wooyoung x single parent! (fem) reader x new flame! San

↳ you weren’t sure how well you could raise your daughter as a single mother, but your best friend, Wooyoung, has been there every step of the way with no strings attached. When you decide that it’s time to try and date again, he realizes too late that his love for you doesn’t just stop at friendship.

🍓genre ⇢ single parent au, bakery au, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst

🍓 warnings/tags ⇢ this story is 18+, minors dni, talk of death (I’m sorry seonghwa ) relationship trauma, parenting, unrequited love but not at the same time, pining, single parent, loss, learning to love again, wooyoung is a total sass queen, wooyoung as a babysitter/wannabe father, San is a gentleman

🍓word count ⇢ 5.5k

🍓 taglist ⇢ @atinywhore @ch0isa99ie @jjhmk @yukine-smx @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @y00nzin0 @yesv01 @wubbster @spiderrenjunfics

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nabi / 나비. Meaning: Butterfly

It's the midnight kisses that you miss the most. The way he used to look at you—his eyes threatening you without words. He’d kiss you, you’d kiss him, and then you would fall asleep in the comfort of his embrace.

The thing is, there was no more him.

He was gone. Only a thought in your mind and a still image in pictures. Sometimes you wondered if you imagined the whole thing—as if there wasn't a product of your love right here next to you.

It all felt like a dream and a nightmare collided, and you were in the midst of the wreckage. Similar to a hurricane, you were stuck after the damage, and it was only you. It was all on you to pick up the pieces and build back up from the tethered mess you once called a home.

Your three year old daughter—the product of said love—laid on your bed as if she never got sleep in her entire short life. She looked like him; smiled like him. You didn't think you could ever love again. Three years later, he was still here, but not the way you wanted him to be.

“Nabi,” you shook her shoulder softly, watching her let out a snore. You didn't want to budge her, but it was getting late. She needed to go to bed. “Baby, it’s bedtime, okay?”

Nabi groaned cutely, her pigtails all messed up and stray hairs stranded around her round face. She was only three years young, but had the attitude of someone your age.

She was too cute to move, you couldn't even budge her after she cuddled up into your pillow. “Fine, you can sleep here, again.”

Nabi resembled Seonghwa in more ways than one. Her eyes sparkled just like his, and it used to make you emotional. He never got to meet his daughter before he left, and now, every time you see her eyes sparkle, you smile instead of cry.

Maybe—just maybe—it was time for you to move on.

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“Here you go, one strawberry cake and a coffee,” you smiled at the customer in front of you, who seemed to ignore your friendliness. “Thank you, please come again!”

The woman took the box of cake from you and walked out without a word.

“Ah, rough day” you sighed, wiping your floury hands onto your beige apron that had some marker stains from your daughter’s creative mind.

The bakery was quiet today. As the day neared it Only a few people were scattered around in the seats, and it reminded you of the time when you first opened. It was a bit after Seonghwa passed, and you just couldn't get his words out of your mind. He always wanted you to live your dreams and open up the bakery you wanted, so of course, that was one of the first things you did.

Just as the silence almost settled, a loud, bellowing voice came from the door as it chimed.

“Yo! y/n, i’m here with the baby,” your best friend hooted, carrying your daughter in his arms. His hair stood out from everything, the light blond streaks complimenting his dark brown hair. “Wanna say hi to mommy?” he looked at your beaming child.

She always loved him.

“Wooyoung,” you breathed, a smile reaching your lips. You looked over at the happy boy you called your best friend, taking notice of his bright smile. “How was she today? Any issues? Did she try to bite you again?”

He walked around the counter, a goofy expression on his features as he set Nabi down.

“C’mon, I don't mind the biting. It's kinda soothing, actually,” he giggled. “Like chicken noodle soup for the soul.”

You swatted him on the shoulder as he giggled at your reaction. He then bent down to Nabi’s height to fix the stray hairs that were in front of your eyes. “Right? There's nothing wrong with a little biting, huh?”

Nabi smiled at Woo, letting out a giggle as she formed her words. “Yes, biting is fun,” she radiated, unable to look away from him. He couldn't look away from her either, and poked her nose playfully.

“That’s right, my butterfly.”

You looked around to see the remainder of people leaving. It was nearing four o’clock—closing time. You let wooyoung play with your daughter while you walked over to the window to flip the open sign to closed.

“I want a cupcake,” Nabi cried out, looking at wooyoung like she couldn't live without it. “Tell mommy to get me the cupcake.”

That’s when you and Woo met eyes. He scoffed at her words, winking at you like his usual flirty self. You had to be careful, though, because you were already certain that Nabi thought Wooyoung was her dad.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. He was the only one that acted like one. It was your own fault for not finding a man suitable enough to fill in seonghwa’s place as a father, but then again, he was never there for the time. You couldn't prevent his accident, so why did you blame yourself for everything?

Wooyoung noticed your distress from across the room.

He always noticed the little things. The type of things you would disregard, he would prioritize.

“y/n,” he called, lifting Nabi up in his arms to walk over to you. He handed her over to you gently, as if she were made of glass. “What’s going on in that crazy head of yours?” he asked, but he knew exactly what it was.

You sighed, but immediately put on a smile for your daughter. “Nothing much, only about getting a cupcake for my sweetie.”

He tilted his head as you spoke, staring at you intently.

His worry was gone, at least visibly, when his lips began to curl up in a smirk. “Oh? So I'm your sweetie now? I’ve been craving your cupcake, you know?” he raised his eyebrows, and once again, you slapped him on the shoulder.

“He wants your cupcake mommy,” Nabi pointed at a devious wooyoung, and you had to hold in your chuckle. You know damn well wooyoung wasn't saying that he wanted a cupcake, it was more code word for something sexual—at least in the woo language. He always said things that made no sense, but it always made you smile.

After getting Nabi’s desired cupcake (and wooyoung’s, too) you began to clean up around the bakery cafe. Since there wasn't much business today, there wasn't much to clean up from. After wiping down the tables while wooyoung sat with Nabi, you finished up everything, only to look over at them.

She was sleeping in his arms, her head leaned up against his chest. Some chocolate was stuck on both woo’s and her lips.

“Look at you too,” you chuckled, walking over to them. Wooyoung smiled at you as you neared, and as you wiped away the chocolate from your daughter’s lips, he didn't expect you to lift your fingers to the corners of his lips. “It’s as if she’s your daughter, you're so similar.”

Time froze for him. His eyes followed yours as his breath got caught in his throat. Maybe it was the way he was holding your sleeping daughter as if she was her own, but his heart pounded as the pads of your fingers brushed against his lips.

“There, you had more chocolate on you than the three year old, dumb ass,” you provoked him.

He took a second to gain back his usual self. Scoffing, he raised his eyebrows at you. “You sure you just didn't want to touch my lips? You could've just asked, baby,” he smirked flirtatiously. You never knew when he was serious.

You rolled your eyes and walked away from them and back to the counter to take out the money from the register. After you finished, you took a peek at your best friend, who was smiling down at your daughter as she snored.

You grinned.

After sliding off your apron and undoing your hair, you had a sudden thought. “Oh shit, I forgot about the boxes.”

Wooyoung’s ears perked up. “Boxes? What boxes?”

You sighed, and bent down the root under the counter where you left the boxes of, well, other boxes. You needed to put all the to-go boxes together by tonight so you had some for tomorrow.

“The to-go boxes. I ran out today and forgot to do them. I’ll have to take them home with me,” you groaned while wooyoung dazed off.

He stood up, fixing his grip on the sleeping butterfly. “How many boxes do you have?” he wondered out loud, walking over to you on the other side of the counter.

You piled four boxes on top of each other. “Um, like four. Five. Actually, it's five.”

“I’ll help you.”

You shook your head, lifting the boxes up onto the counter. “No, it’s fine, woo. I’ll just stay up late.”

He scoffed. “Come on, cupcake. I’ll be super fast at building the boxes. You know how good I am with my hands,” he teased like his usual flirty self.

You were so numb to his antics from being next to each other since middle school. He always flirted with you, but you always assumed it was just how he was—since he flirted with anyone else, man or woman.

After a little debate in your head about accepting help, you sighed, giving in to his charm.

“Fine. Come over then. I’m sure Nabi would be happy.”

—

You met wooyoung on the three hundredth day of the year. The leaves were barren on the trees, all resting on the sidewalks, vulnerable from the footsteps of people who disregarded their death.

He sprinted past you on that day as you walked to school, those very leaves crunching underneath his beat-up sneakers, no school jacket and a t-shirt visible under his uniform. His hair was messy and his mouth was even messier with all that smart talk.

As he ran, he wasn't paying attention. He smacked into you, causing you both to tumble onto the ground. He landed on top of you, scrapes visible on his elbows from the fall. He stared down at you in lovestruck middle-school-ness, lost in the anger of your eyes.

“You should watch where you’re going,” he said, still on top of you.

“I should be saying that to you, idiot.”

You told yourself you should hate him. You should, after his rudeness after running you over. But still, your little heart fluttered slightly. You mistook it as a side effect from the shitty breakfast your mother made you, but after that day, Wooyoung became glued to your bruised hip.

—

“Stop, you're doing it wrong.”

“How? It's just a box, how can I be doing it wrong?”

“You do everything wrong.”

You were scolding Wooyoung as he folded the box wrong for the fifth time. He just sat and smiled at your irritation—any reaction from you made him happy. It meant that he had an effect on you in some way, at least.

“You're supposed to fold it the opposite way, dammit.”

Nabi was in the living room of your decent sized apartment—courtesy of Seonghwa's income. He made decent money from the job he had, and left you everything he had. You didn't want the money or anything, you only wanted him back. It’s kind of funny how life works, it never ends up the way you want it.

You heard her giggling at the tv as you put on her favorite idol group. She had a thing for the loud ones.

Maybe that’s why she loves wooyoung so much.

“Is this right?” he asked you softly, and the tone of his voice made you think he was being serious. He did have it right this time, at least.

You nodded, offering him a smile as you finished another box. You were nearly done thanks to Woo’s help, even if it was a bit half-assed. Time moved fast, and it was Nabi’s bedtime already.

“I have to go put Nabi to bed, can you finish them?” you asked him, pointing to the boxes on your kitchen table.

Before you moved, wooyoung stood up quickly. “No, I'll put her to bed. You finish them, okay cupcake?” he winked at you, and before you could put up a fight, he was already over in the living room.

“Let’s go, Nabi. it’s bedtime,” he cooed, grabbing her little hand before reaching for the tv remote. He shut the tv off, causing Nabi’s attention to move to him. She would always put up a fight when it’s time for bed, but for some reason, if it was woo, she would go down so easily.

He walked past you as nabi followed him. He gave you a smirk before disappearing into your daughter’s room. Thank god you had him, huh.

As you finished the boxes while Woo read Nabi a bedtime story, you started to think about your future. You wanted Nabi to grow up with a father figure. You wanted that for her, at least. You wanted the feeling of falling in love again, knowing that Seonghwa was never returning. He used to tell you to continue to open your heart up to others, but all this time you found it difficult. You avoided dates and men in general, afraid to get attached to someone who could leave. You completely overlook wooyoung everytime, as he was the only one who ever stayed next to you no matter what.

It was time to fall in love again.

Well, at least to try.

As you finished the last box, Wooyoung came back into the kitchen and took a seat on the chair.

“She really loves the very hungry caterpillar. It’s literal poetry, she has such good taste,” he chuckled to himself, running a hand through his silky hair.

You didn't say anything. You were too busy thinking about what you were going to do.

“You alright there?” he asked you, leaning over the table to get closer to you. His eyes sparkled mischievously until he noticed the austere look on your face. “What’s wrong?”

You sighed, unable to meet his gaze. “I’ve just been thinking,” you carried on, putting your face in your hands.

“About what?” he asked you, his eyes frantically searching yours. “About…seonghwa?”

“No, no it’s not about him,” you chuckled nervously, lost in your thoughts. “Well, in a way, but not exactly.”

He stared at you attentively. “Tell me, If it's about hyung then how bout we go visit him? We can bring his favorite flowers and stuff. If it's not about him then i’ll help you—”

“I’m gonna date again,” you blurted out without even thinking. You weren't sure how he would react to your sudden idea, knowing that he was super protective over you and Nabi.

Wooyoung stared at you with wide eyes, feeling as if someone ripped his heart out. “W-what? Dating?”

You couldn't meet his gaze. “Um, yeah. I feel like it’s the right time,” you nodded, standing up to give yourself some busywork before getting confused with his answer. You didn't need his permission, but you wanted to hear his opinion.

“Are…are you ready for that?” he swallowed hard, standing up with you and following you into the kitchen. “I just don't want you meeting someone who could hurt you…”

I don't want you dating anyone, he thought. He didn't say it.

He wished he did.

“It's the first time I really felt this way after all these years. I should take this as a sign, I guess.” you shrugged, reaching up to the top cabinet to grab some whiskey.

He nodded, unable to break your words apart. If you were saying them, that means you meant them. “Okay,” he smiled, hiding his messy thoughts he didn't understand.

“I’m gonna start tomorrow.”

That’s when he couldn't keep his mouth shut. “What?!” he choked on his words. “Tomorrow? Don't you think that's a little soon?”

You shook your head, pouring yourself a glass of the liquor. “No, my mom set me up on a blind date. I might as well test the waters.”

He sighed, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't his place to control you, and you certainly deserve your freedom. Wooyoung thought this feeling for you was pure sympathy for a friend as he worried about you falling in love with someone else, but the ache in his heart said otherwise.

“Just be careful,” he needed to lighten up the mood. “You may fall in love with a gumiho. Or worse, a vampire that will suck your blood and kill you and burn you alive and shit—”

“Ah, shut up you idiot,” you rolled your eyes playfully, unable to notice his worry.

He knew at that moment, even if he wanted your happiness, he couldn't let it happen if the man wasn't him. In a platonic way, of course….

This is war.

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You met seonghwa on the tenth day of university a few years back. He was a year older; a year of knowledge ahead of a young freshman like you. Wooyoung was a year behind you in school, so while you were thriving in college, he was sitting alone at a desk with a frown.

You met your past lover in the library. He sat with a pair of thin rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his hands in his jet-black hair as he aggressively tried to fill his brain with useless knowledge. You sat across from him, admiring his efforts. It made you wonder about his studies, and why he seemed so serious.

After you introduced yourself anxiously using the excuse of not knowing where the study rooms were, he took you to the second floor. You frantically asked for his name as he walked away, and he offered you a smile as he told you it.

After that day, you met him in the library again. This time, you sat next to him. You noticed the cover of the text he was reading— “adolescent psychology.” somehow, it made sense for someone like him. While you ditzed around with a culinary major, he was out there cramming medical terms and things you couldn't even pronounce.

He looked at you then. When he smiled, you knew he was the one for you. He had to be.

As the months passed, you ended up making out in his dorm room, drunk out of your mind and drunk on him. He made love to you after nearly breaking his glasses on his face, kissing you as the clock struck midnight.

Ever since that night, friends became lovers.

But those lovers only lasted a few years, when it abruptly ended with death as the leaves died, too.

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“You sure you’ll be alright with Nabi, right?” you frantically asked Wooyoung. It was the next day, and you were waiting on your date to come and pick you up. You ended up closing shop for the day, even with all the hard work of making boxes. You felt that it was unfair for wooyoung to watch both Nabi and the bakery at the same time.

Wooyoung ended up staying over—as he always does—and as you walked out into the living room, you saw his eyes widen at your appearance. “What? Do I look bad?”

He stared at you, eyes raking over your bare legs and subtle cleavage. You never dressed up, at least not for the past three years. Who could blame him when his best friend looked like a goddamn model. “Fuck, y/n—”

You gave him the death stare as he cursed in front of the butterfly.

“Fu..dge, y/n, you look hot as hell,” he tsked, leaning back on the couch as Nabi played with her toys on the floor—toys that wooyoung got her.

“Okay, good. That was my intention. I’m not used to looking like….”

“What? A sexy milf? Well you hit it right on the nose, you sexy thing,” his eyes fluttered as he oogled you, and you paid no mind to his flirting again. You were sure he was just trying to make you feel good. He stood up then, and walked over to you. He looked at you up and down, letting out a whistle.

“So San will like this, you think?” you took notice of how Woo’s hand twitched, as if he wanted to touch you.

He did.

He reached out to run a hand through your hair, his other hand resting on your hip. “Oh, yeah. Whoever San is, he’s a lucky guy. Meow—”

“Don't ever do that again,” you said, disgusted, and slapped his hand away from your waist. “Okay, you know the drill with Nabi. make sure she gets a bath tonight if I don't come home.”

“Oh you bet—wait, what?” his eyes widened, and this time, not at your body. “You won't be coming home?”

You walked over to the door to slide on your heels that were only worn once. “Well, yeah. If it goes well.”

Something about that infuriated Wooyoung. As if you weren't allowed to stay over anyone’s house other than his own. So he was just the babysitter to you? To be fair, he had no reason to be upset. This was his own problem and he knew it.

“I hope he’s a terrible guy,” he grumbled under his breath, walking over to you just as the doorbell rang.

“Oh, it must be San.”

“Oh it must be San,” he mocked you under his breath again.

You opened the door to reveal a gorgeous man who stood tall. His eyes met yours the minute the door opened, and a smile reached his eyes. “Hi, y/n,” his voice was smooth like butter.

“Hi San, it’s nice to finally meet you,” you said shyly, trying to hide your anxiousness. Wooyoung came up from behind you, an intense look on his face as he stared down the man in front of him.

San frowned slightly, but smiled at you. “Who’s this?” he asked you, still staying behind the barrier of the entrance.

Wooyoung didn't say anything. He just scoffed and slid his hand down your waist to fix the hem of your dress. It was exaggerated, totally, but he kept his gaze on san as he touched you. “Your dress was rolled up, cupcake,” he said sweetly while you glared at him.

“Oh, this is Wooyoung. My best friend,” your glare changed to a smile the minute you met eyes with San. “forgive him, his love language is apparently touch.”

“Hmph,” Woo mumbled, rolling his eyes.

San nodded slowly, an unsure expression on his face. “Ah, I see. It’s nice to meet you, Wooyoung.”

When Woo didn't respond, you elbowed him in the rib until he let out a cry of pain. “Ow–Oh, yeah, sure. Nice to meet you too, Stan.”

“It’s San.”

Wooyoung looked him up and down. “Yeah, alright, whatever….Stan.”

You rolled your eyes at the boy you called your best friend, about to make another excuse for him until Nabi grabbed onto Wooyoung’s leg.

“Who are you?” she questioned San from Woo’s leg, her tiny hands gripping onto his sweatpants. “Are you a stranger?”

San smiled down at her, giving you a soft smile before bending down to her view. “No, don't worry sweetie. I know your mom,” he ruffled Nabi’s hair, to which she backed away slightly and looked up to Wooyoung. She got the nerves from you, clearly.

Wooyoung picked your daughter up with a playful noise, bouncing her on his hip as she laughed.

“She’s a little shy,” you excused her behavior, biting your tongue on anything else. “I’m sure my mom told you all about Nabi, huh?”

He nodded, and you noticed how white his teeth were as he smiled. His hair was the same color as wooyoung’s, but without the rebellious streaks. “Not everything, but enough. I know what I'm getting into,” he laughed slightly, and you took it as a note to leave the house.

“Alright, well, i guess we’ll get going,” you looked over to wooyoung, who was giving the dirtiest look to San. “woo, take care of my baby, okay?”

“Mhmm,” he hissed, walking away from you both to go into the kitchen. “Aye Aye, Captain.” he waved you off.

You walked over to them to give a kiss to your daughter, who giggled under your touch. Wooyoung glanced down at you, a frown apparent on his usually smiling lips. “Where’s my kiss?” he asked you, but it didn't seem as playful as usual. You ignored it, giving him a sharp glare.

“Stop it, don't be mean to him, too,” you whispered aggressively, giving one last smile to Nabi before walking towards the door to San. “I'll see you later, let me know if you have any problems.” you said as you walked out, shutting the door behind you.

“Oh, I have a problem, alright,” he scowled at the closed door, still bouncing Nabi.

“A big problem.”

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You sat in front of San at a fancy restaurant. It wasn't too bad, he was a friendly face for you. He held the door open for you, pulled back your chair, poured your glass of wine, and even listened to you like you were the most knowledgeable person in the world.

As you ate, you tried to be as classy as possible after knowing that he came from a rich family. He was some director at a company or something, you didn't know the details, but from what your mom said about him, he was sitting on money. You came from a decent family with an average income, but your mom had an in for absolutely anything. She knew everyone, so of course that meant you had to be with the best of the best.

San coughed anxiously, his eyes looking down as he addressed the elephant in the room. “Um, is that…Wooyoung always like that?” he asked you, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m not trying to intrude your private life, but he just seems a bit—”

“Touchy? Invasive? Flirty?” you sighed, taking a sip of your red wine. “Yeah. he’s been like that since the day I met him.”

“Ah, Okay. So he doesn't have feelings for you or anything?”

You scoffed, nearly snorting the wine up your nose. You looked around as you gained new attention from all the rich bitches around you, and then looked to san, who was trying to hold in his laugh.

“No, god no!” you waved your hands to express your words. “He’s just like that. He’d literally hump a rock if it moved. He’s just a little amorous, so to say.”

San laughed at your words, letting loose at your comfort. “Oh, thank god. Because I really like you, y/n. I think we could become something good,” his brown hair was eye-catching enough, but as he said those words and ran a hand through it, it made you want to run your own hands through it.

You finished your meal as you exchanged quick glances and small smiles. He was nice; you liked him. He made you feel comfortable and beautiful, and as you left the restaurant, he helped you into the passenger side of his sleek car. He got into the driver's seat, and before you could buckle yourself, he reached over to buckle you.

He smelled sweet and woodsy at the same time, like a daydream in a garden. You held your breath as his face neared yours, and as his eyes met yours, you saw yourself in the reflection of his pupils.

He moved away then, placing his hands on the wheel nervously. He didn't start the car yet, as both your minds wandered on what to do next.

“So, where to–”

“Can we go–”

You both spoke at the same time, causing laughter to erupt. “Go ahead,” you signaled him with a smile.

“No, you go,” he swallowed nervously, stealing a glance at you while you began to talk.

“Can we…go to yours?” you asked him, fiddling with your fingers in your lap as you awaited his answer.

“Oh,” he cleared his throat, turning towards you. “You want me to take you…to my place?”

“Yeah.”

He swallowed hard, leaning towards you slightly. “Does that mean….”

You nodded. “Mhm.”

“Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you need to—”

“I’m sure,” you looked into his dark eyes, pulling a smile to your lips. You weren't sure if you were tossing yourself into something you weren't ready for. Who knows, you haven't gotten laid for years now. San was the type of guy who would stop if you needed to. You felt safe.

San leaned over the armrest, his hand sliding to cup your cheek. You looked into his eyes once more, seeing the sincerity in them. You wanted to kiss him. You were going to kiss him.

When his breath hit your lips, the next thing you knew was the way he tasted. You could taste the bitterness of the wine on his soft lips that enveloped your own. It was slow and tender, and his hands cradled your face carefully. It was your first kiss that wasn't with Seonghwa and somehow, it felt okay. Your heart ached slightly as you thought about it, but it went away as one of his hands trailed down to cup your breast.

And just as you were going to go further, your phone rang loudly, interrupting your mind off sex.

San pulled away slowly, his one hand still holding onto your face. With a smile he said, “Go ahead, it might be your daughter.”

You nodded, breaking away from him to pull out your phone. As soon as you saw Wooyoung’s name, your heart began to beat faster. You answered the call as quick as you could. “Is something wrong? Is Nabi okay?”

“Uh,” Woo sighed on the other end. “Where’s the medicine at? I think she might be getting sick…she feels a bit warm.”

Your eyes widened as you looked over to San. “what? She’s sick? She has a really weak immune system, she can't get sick,” you said desperately, meeting san’s worried gaze. “I’ll be right there.”

You hung up, looking over to San with a frown. “I’m sorry, I really wanted to end the night with you, but—”

“Nabi is sick, right? I heard it all,” he smiled at you understandably, and reached to start the car. “It’s alright, as long as I can see you again.”

You nodded as he drove off. “Yes, please. Of course. I need to see you again.” you blushed, your mind worried about little Nabi.

“Tommorrow? The next day? The day after that?” he playfully joked, but you really did want to see him tomorrow.

“Tomorrow? Meet me at the bakery I run?” you asked him shyly, really wanting to keep this thing afloat. “I close at four, want to meet me there after? I’ll bake you a cake…”

He chuckled as he drove, nodding with a smile.

“Yeah, I'd like that.”

—

“Now, remember butterfly,” wooyoung tucked Nabi into bed with a devious smile. “When your mommy comes home, act like you're sick. Blegh cough blegh sick, okay baby?”

Nabi giggled just as micheviously as Wooyoung. She fake coughed, and sniffled, as if she had the IQ of a teenager.

“That’s my girl.”

He quickly shut the light out, making sure the nightlight was on in the corner of the room before leaving the room to lie down on the couch, right on time as you barged into the home.

San was nowhere in sight as you shut the door behind you. You met eyes with Wooyoung, who was sprawled out on the couch. “How was your date?” he asked you, sitting up as you tossed your shoes off quickly.

“Not right now, Woo.” You made your way to your daughter’s room, your heart about to beat out your chest. “Is she alright? Sleeping okay?”

Wooyoung got up and followed you into the room, where Nabi was coughing.

“Oh, baby,” you sighed, turning on the light and rushing over to her. You rested your hand on her small little forehead, feeling relief wash over you as she felt normal. “Okay good, you're not burning up.”

“Cough cough,” she let out, along with a yawn.

You sighed, looking over to Wooyoung. “Did you give her medicine?”

He nodded sheepishly, taking a step backwards towards the door. “Uh, yeah. Listen, I gotta go feed my cat. I’ll see you at the bakery tomorrow, alright?”

He turned on his heel and made his way out the room quickly.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his dismissal, looking over at your wide eyed daughter. “He doesn't even have a cat…”

And that’s when it hit you.

Nabi giggled at you, sitting up against her little headboard. “Hi mommy, Woo told me to cough.”

Oh, that little asshole.

“Jung Wooyoung! Get your ass back here!”

#ateez #ateez angst #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #jung wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #ateez wooyoung #single parent au #best friend #best friends to lovers #bakery au #choi san #love triangle

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hand-face-chan · 5 months

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I'm only halfway though Hbomberguy's new video and I dont know if this is a universal experience but my main horrified takeaway from hbomb's plagiarism video so far is that one of my highschools TAUGHT AN ENTIRE CLASS OF 13 YEAR OLDS TO PLAGIARISE. LIKE, ON PURPOSE.

I ended up moving to a much better highschool, but my first highschool essentially taught us to "write" essays by reading what someone else had written and then write what they said again but putting it "into your own words". Which in practice was teaching us to change, for example, "the works of Shakespeare were regarded by many as the first popular art form" to "Shakespeare's plays have been said by some to be the first example of popular media". One teacher actually told us that the process of writing an essay was "saying what the people you've researched have said, in a way where it sounds like you said it".

Like. The tactics that actual plagiarists use to hide the fact that they were stealing. An actual teacher tried to teach me to do that.

#hbomberguy #im so glad i left that school early the next year. it definitely would have gotten worse.#i literally didnt learn what a bibliography was until grade 9 because of how shit my first highschool was.#at the same time if a student wrote a paper that was 'too good' even if it was orginal theyd accuse them of stealing without proof #like i wrote a completely original paper and got the note 'this is very good - did you write it all yourself?'#fuck you man. yes i did. despite you trying to teach me to do the opposite #they accused me of getting my parents to write it for me. i had to show them everything i researched and my dad lost it at them #this was also the same school where they took every kid with a disability out of maths regardless of if they were good at maths or not #and taught them shapes like they were fucking three years old #i remember hanging out in the maths with all the other autistic kids and prentending to have never seen a triangle before for a joke #and while thats really bad and abelist. the non-disabled kids were still being taught addition and division like they were 8 and not 12 #the whole thing was a massive fuck up shit fest. it took the year 7 maths teacher leaving for us to all get the same maths class #and we STILL werent being taught to an age appropriate level because we missed so much grade 7 maths it had to be caught up in grade 8 #i would burn it down but its not a highschool anymore lol

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What If Julius and Subaru both met when Julius was a commoner and Subaru got transported Sooner

fun stuff im sure !! but haah okay given julius was a kid when he was a commoner - yeah theyre both kids here!! not sure how old but definitely somewhere before the age of ten. and i think theyd be up to some shenanigans together im sure!! theyre both very mischevious kids (or from what little we know of little kid julius, given iirc tappei hasnt specified just How Much of a "delinquent" little kid julius is okay. but hes definitely the type to sneak out past curfew or something. stay up late reading too, probably. that sort of thing). and also subarus a kid and no way he ISNT missing home poor guy T^TT getting ripped away from home like that is bad enough at seventeen, getting ripped away from home when you are like. no more than eight or something is Bad. but luckily!! im assuming subaru gets found by the juukuliuses (julius's parents probably?) and thats how julius and subaru form their friendship / long-term yearning for each other (if you so desire that) (okay but no way subaru ISNT gonna form long-term yearning for julius flajsdlf). but yes i think julius and subaru would be silly happy kids together and julius's parents would be like oh no this other kid is so lost where is he from :(( but hes so loved by julius already too... well we got another kid under our roof now.

except. julius's parents die in a flood. so i mean. Hypothetically.... either julisuba survive this one first try or subaru dies for the first time. which. ohh god. oh god. oh g -

#IM. IM JUST GONNA LEAVE ON THAT OMINOUS NOTE #yeah so i think this would turn into childhood friends to Possibly Mutual Pining but actually it might not be mutual if you wanna interpret #reinjuli a certain way. but then but THEN later it can become mutual if u so want #like when u know a person for such a long period of time u change over time. u know?? both you and the relationship u have with this person #has its alterations over time!! thats just how it b but if youre meant to be together youll stick it out <3 #julisuba in every universe they befriend each other for good is #Bound to be together for the rest of their lives. To Me. they are soulmates to Me okay their relationship is important #regardless of what form it takes!!! they could grow to think of each other like brothers in an au like this if u so desire too!! which i #think would be really touching <3 #yeah so. julisuba childhood friends au. shit goes haywire sometimes. its really awful bc subarus a kid so u can imagine the kind of fucked #stuff hes learning rn hahaha. or you can go the happier route and subaru doesnt learn about rbd until later </3 #either way. julisuba real. subarus an eldritch horror. these are both crucial facts for every timeline #i think julius would probs be a bit better having a companion by his side from the very beginning throughout all of this for sure!!#and someone who Gets the jealousy / do i want to be with him or Be him ;-;#i have a fondness for reinjulisuba (THE MESSIEST LOVE TRIANGLE YOUVE EVER SEEN)#and ok if subarus an eldritch horror since childhood then he and reinhard are gonna have Even More in common #hooray for childhood joys and traumas!!!!!#also julisuba visit julius's parents graves :(( leave nice flowers there im sure #subaru-joshua hostility begins also. that sort of thing #rezero #re:zero #ask #natsuki subaru #julius juukulius

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allemantheias · 5 months

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Parent triangle. Part 6.

Drunk, homophobic father.

LINKS ARE BORKED, REDOING LATER! Word count: 2622. Warnings can be found in part 1. Read Parent triangle on AO3.

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I'm packing the last of my stuff in crates and boxes, I'm moving in with Alejandro and Rodolfo at the end of the week, when I hear a knock on the door. I push myself up with the help of one of the wooden poles at the corners of the bed frame, have a hard time getting up from sitting on the floor on my own now my babybelly is getting more pronounced. I'm getting pretty round at five months, can't be missed anymore by people who don't know. And there is no way to hide it since it's August, the middle of the summer. I'm dressed accordingly, in a thin shirt and sweatpants that reach above my knees. The silhouette of my dad is visible through the opaque glass of the front door. What's he doing here? Shit, he doesn't know that I'm pregnant! There is no way to hide it!

"Lauren, I can see you. Open the fucking door!" Of course, he's drunk. What a pleasure. Reluctantly I open the door a bit, hide my body behind the part that's not see-through. The stench of alcohol creeps up my nose, makes me nauseous.

"Who let you into the building?" The main door into the building can only be opened by a key or by a button inside an apartment.

He doesn't care what I say and barges in. Makes me step aside from the force he uses to open the door. His eyes instantly fixate on my stomach. "Spreading your legs for two gay guys and even getting knocked up by them? I've always pictured you as a whore. I'm happy the suspicions I've had all these years were correct." He hits me in my face, burns his handprint on my cheek.

"You should have raised me better, then." I bark back, earning myself another imprint on the same spot. "I hate you! You were never a dad to me! Leave and never show your face again!"

"I'm not going anywhere." He closes the door behind him and pushes past me to the kitchen.

"I said leave!" I see him rummage through the drawers and he takes out the biggest knife I own. My heart rate goes wild.

"Sweetheart, let me help you by cutting it out of you." He runs his finger on the sharp edge. "Perfect. Now be the good daughter I deserve and let me have some fun before I remove that abomination, run away and hide."

As fast as my legs can move, I run into my bedroom and lock the door after it closes with a smack. This flimsy lock won't hold for long if my dad tries to force it open. I grab my phone and call my mom. She's not picking up. "Fuck!" Heavy footsteps make their way through the hallway, stop in front of my bedroom door. The knife's blade clangs against the metal door handle.

"Darling, I'll make it quick and easy because I love you."

Rudy is the first one I find in my recent calls and I call him. He will know how to handle the situation. "Hey Lau, what's-"

I cut him off. "My dad's in my house threatening me with a knife. He's drunk. I'm scared!" I hear him curse, then other people asking him something and the static of their radios. Fuck, he's on the field and not at base?

"Alejandro, get your ass to Lauren's ASAP, her father's trying to attack her. He's drunk."

Loud bangs on the door scare me and I yell. "I'm done playing with you. Get out of your room, whore!" My dad punches his fists against the door again.

"Lauren, are you okay?" Rudy asks worried, heard the noise too. And my scream.

"For now. I locked myself in my bedroom."

"Thank god." He sighs. "Push your bed in front of the door. I know it's bad for the baby to push something so heavy, but I need you to survive." I get off my bed and take a second to think about how this will affect the baby. I haven't done much exercise lately, my energy has been too low since two months. My bed is on the opposite side of the room, and it's a two-person bed. I put my phone on speaker on the mattress and breathe in. I groan while pushing the frame with every bit of strength that I have. I'm stronger than this! "Alejandro is on his way, princesa. Stay on the phone with me, okay?" The door creaks after getting hit with a blunt object and I stop moving the bed, wait for what's to come.

"I'll be right back, honey."

Nothing happens for ten seconds and I grunt when I push the bed again.

"Come on, amor (love), you can do this." Rudy motivates me to keep going. I can do this! I'm not weak! It's only a few more decimetres. I give it everything I have in me and succeed in reaching the door, rest my upper body on the bed in exhaustion, while sitting on the floor next to it.

"I did it." I catch my breath for a bit and try to listen in to what my dad is doing in the storage closet. I only hear rumbling and the opening of boxes and containers. He's searching for something he can open the door with!

"She's in her bedroom, she barricaded herself inside." Rodolfo explains to Alejandro on his radio. "They're going inside now, Lauren." My heart jumps when I hear heavy footsteps coming from the front door. That has to be Alejandro! "What stupid skank believes two gay guys can protect her?" My dad yells, is clearly mad.

"Says her father with a knife in his hand, he tried to use on his daughter who he just called a skank." Alejandro laughs at him. "You know we're special forces. We'll protect her better than you ever would. And could." "Are you sure about that? Who's gonna protect her when you're dead?"

"Gun! He has a gun!" Someone else yells out. Three gunshots are heard from the kitchen, the deafening sound sends shivers across my spine. My dad had a gun on him? I didn't know! Is Alejandro okay? Did he get hit? Is he alive? What about the other people that are inside? I have to see what just happened! I pull my bed away from the door and unlock it.

"Lauren, no! Stop! Don't get out of your room!" Rudy tries to keep me safe. I can't listen and open the door, look around the corner. "Lauren? ¡Maldita sea! (Damnit!) Fuck!" I hear him yell from my phone. "At least take your phone with you!" I grab my phone and make my way to the living room silently. Soap! Kyle! They are here too? Why are they here again? When did they arrive? Kyle gestures to me to stop moving and keep quiet. I look around and see a trail of blood on the floor. My eyes follow where the trail leads and I see Alejandro lying on the floor, behind the half wall next to the couch. He's awake!

"Alejandro!" I can't hold back the shock from seeing him hurt. "Rudy, Alejandro's hurt!" I cry.

"¡Mierda (Shit) Lauren, get back to your room! That's an order!" Rudy tries his hardest to get me to a safe place.

"Fine!" Before I can walk away, my dad pops up from the kitchen and hits me in my stomach with an object. Everything goes blurry. Wails of pain leave my mouth and I wrap my arms around my belly. The baby!

"Lau, what happened? Talk to me."

"The poor girl can't talk right now." My dad kicks away my phone, which I dropped from the pain, and hits me in the head with the gun he's holding, making me blackout. "Lauren, wake up." Soap's voice lets me open my eyes. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"My head hurts." I whisper.

"Yeah, your father got you good." He places a cold, wet cloth on my head, on the painful spot. I remember my dad hitting my stomach and gunbutting me in the head.

"Lauren!" Rodolfo rushes into my bedroom and kneels down next to my bed. "Mi amor (My love), don't ever scare me like that again." His words make me cry. I got myself and our baby in danger! And Alejandro and the others too because I didn't know my dad had a gun.

"What happened to my dad?"

"He got shot a few times and we arrested him when he dropped his weapon after he got shot in his arm." Soap tells me.

"Oh, he's still alive?" I wouldn't have cared if my dad died. The asshole tried to kill me and my baby! And Alejandro!

"Alejandro is off worse than him." Rodolfo scoffs.

"Where is he?" I get up, but get pushed down again by Soap, who sits next to me on my bed.

"Stay down, you may have a concussion." He removes his hand from my shoulder. "He's in the living room, getting stabilized before the paramedics can move him."

"I need to see him." I beg.

Rudy pinches the bridge of his nose and gives in. "Por favor, mi amor (Please, my love), be careful." Both men help me up and Rudy supports me. I whimper from the pain in my stomach when we move. What if the baby isn't okay? "¿Estás bien? ¿Dónde le duele? (Are you okay? Where does it hurt?)"

"Stomach, my dad hit me." I see the anguish in his eyes when I look up to him. He doesn't need words to tell me what's on his mind. Our baby's health. "Ale!" I see him in the living room, on a gurney and rush towards him, almost tripping because of the pain in my stomach.

"It's okay, doll. I've been through much worse." Alejandro grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him.

"I almost got you killed because I didn't know he had a gun on him!" I cry in his arms. "Where did he get you?" There is so much blood on him and in the living room, preventing me from seeing how badly he's hurt.

"Just my arm and shoulder. The one somewhere in my abdomen hurts like a bitch. But I'll be fine, cariño (darling)." He grunts from the pain as he pulls me in tighter. Rodolfo rests his hand on my shoulder to let me know I need to step back and Alejandro lets me go. The paramedics move him out of my apartment and Rudy wraps his arms around me while we look at them, tells me we'll go to the hospital soon. Our baby and my head need a check-up too, after everything that happened this afternoon.

"Let's get you to the hospital too." Rudy helps me sit on the couch while I look out of the window, watch the ambulance drive away. "Got your bag, babygirl." He puts my bag on his shoulder and supports me with the other side of his body, walks me outside. Thank god the building has an elevator.

"Ghost!" I'm happy to see he's here too. He's holding his sniper. "Where were you?"

"A building across the street to assist, just in case a heavy hit was needed." With that he means killing my dad before he could badly hurt someone. I look up at my apartment and see the window wide open. They did that to not break the glass in case Ghost had to shoot, I assume. "I got the car keys, Rudy. We'll make our way back to base after the police are done investigating and we closed up." Ghost lays his hand on my shoulder for a second and walks inside the building.

"Let's go, sweetheart."

On our way to the hospital I call my mom again, this time she picks up and I tell her what happened. Why dad hit me in my stomach and head, and that he shot Alejandro multiple times. "Don't worry, princesa. He's been through worse." Rudy assures me.

"He's been in there for hours and no one is updating us." I stare at the doors in front of me, which lead to the section with operating rooms. Tears stream down my face.

"El único que puede matar a Alejandro es Alejandro." He hugs me, tries to calm me down.

"What does that mean?" I dry my face, only for new tears to fall down immediately after.

"The only thing that can kill Alejandro, is Alejandro." Rudy's translation makes me smile through the tears because nothing is truer, Alejandro has been through the worst shit imaginable. It's a miracle he's still alive. Rudy too. They both have a plethora of scars to prove it. "Mi amor (My love), sit down. You need to rest, for your head and our baby." I listen to him this time. Our baby is okay, got protected from my dad's hit because of the amniotic fluid. I got out with a light concussion and have to rest for a week, after which I need another check-up. I sit down next to Rodolfo and put my head on his shoulder. The wait is tedious.

An hour later a nurse let us know the surgery went well and that Alejandro needs to stay for the rest of the night and part of the day tomorrow. It may be longer if there are complications, they need to check for internal bleeding multiple times throughout the night and morning. They keep him asleep for the rest of the night and will wake him up in the early morning. We're visiting him tomorrow when visiting hours start, at one in the afternoon. Hopefully we can take him home with us too when visiting hours end. My mom visited in the early evening and asked me how my hospital check-ups went and how I felt after everything that happened today. She said she was kind of glad dad got arrested, his abuse while drunk got worse the past few months and she was too scared to divorce him. She will now, luckily. Dad will be in jail for a few years anyway, for attempted murder of a Special Forces soldier and assaulting me. The trial will begin as soon as the reports on him are ready. Rodolfo and Price need statements from everyone that was present. "Princesa, you really need to rest now." Rodolfo enters the kitchen, where I'm drinking a cup of warm milk.

"I can't sleep. I'm too worried."

"The worst is over, Alejandro will be fine from now on."

"What if an internal bleeding happens?" There is still a risk that he won't make it and it terrifies me. "What if they check on him too late?"

"They'll call me when anything happens. Don't think about it too much, everything is going well as long as they're not calling." Rudy tries to reassure me everything will be okay. I can't fully believe it and can't take my mind off of it. "Come to bed with me, mi corazón (my heart)." He waits for me to put my cup on the counter and I take his hand after. He leads me upstairs and gets ready for bed in the bathroom. I crawl into bed and feel Rudy hug me a few minutes later. "Tranquilo amor (Relax love), everything is okay." He tells me again. I'm finally able to fall asleep with his arms around me and his body tightly pushed against mine. It feels good to be safe again. Today was horrifying. Not only because I could have died, with our baby, but Alejandro, Soap and Kyle too.

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