⚝ barbed wire dividers by me
⚝ creator support dividers by @cafekitsune
⚝ profile picture: Three of Swords from The Bones Arcana tarot deck by Junaid Mortimer
⚝ SFW fics (no sex, may include violence and other adult themes) -> ✿
⚝ completed series -> ✔︎
⚝ discontinued series -> ✘
⚝ ongoing series
✧ A (Not So) Meet Cute
⚝ series on hold
✧ Pack Mentality
✧ Hearts Awakened
✧ Dead Man Walking
✿ Omegaverse guide
✿ Pack Dynamics
✧ Stray Kids
✧ Ateez
✧ Xdinary Heroes
✧ Tomorrow x Together
✧ Enhypen
Stray Kids
One-Shots:
✿ Secret's Out ⚝ abo!ot8 x reader ⚝ read on AO3
Secret’s Out: Alternate Ending ⚝ alpha!bang chan x omega!reader ⚝ read on AO3
✿✔︎ The Beginning: The Cruelty of Pirates ⚝ The Upright End: A Mermaid's Love ⚝ The Reverse End: An Island Boy's Sorrow ⚝ pirate au ⚝ yang jeongin x mermaid!reader ⚝ read on AO3
Series:
A (Not So) Meet Cute Masterlist ⚝ ot8 x reader ⚝ read on AO3
Pack Mentality Masterlist ⚝ abo!ot8 x reader ⚝ read on AO3
Ateez
One-Shots:
Hongjoong Hard Thought
When Fantasy Becomes Reality ⚝ yunho x reader x mingi ⚝ Part One by me ⚝ Part Two by @mingkismain ⚝ read on AO3
Series:
Hearts Awakened Masterlist ⚝ abo!ot8 x reader ⚝ read on AO3
Xdinary Heroes
One-Shots:
Only for You ⚝ oh seungmin (o.de) x reader ⚝ read on AO3
Stay Quiet ⚝ oh seungmin (o.de) x reader ⚝ read on AO3
Had Your Fun? ⚝ ot6 x reader ⚝ read on AO3
Unconventional Ad Libs ⚝ oh seungmin (o.de) x reader x kim jungsu ⚝ read on AO3
This isn’t a fic it’s a gif but have it anyway
ot6 Hard-ish Thought
Series:
None
Tomorrow x Together
One-Shots:
Trapped ⚝ kang taehyun x reader ⚝ read on AO3
Series:
none
Enhypen
⚝ i won't be writing anything more for Enhypen bc of... everything that happened :/
One-Shots:
Bite Me ⚝ ot7 x reader [separate] ⚝ vampire au ⚝ Platonic for ni-ki and sunoo ⚝ read on AO3
Rained In ⚝ lee heeseung x reader ⚝ college au ⚝ read on AO3
Series:
✘ I Make You (You Make Me) Masterlist ⚝ ot7 x reader ⚝ soulmate au ⚝ read on AO3
Multi Group
One-Shots:
Baby Fever Masterlist ⚝ various x reader [separate] ⚝ read on AO3
✿✔︎ Protective Instincts Masterlist ⚝ various x reader [separate] ⚝ read on AO3
Series:
Dead Man Walking Masterlist ⚝ zombie apocalypse au ⚝ skz x reader x ateez ⚝ read on AO3
Group Hairstyles!
Other
✿ Training Incidents and Accidental Confessions ⚝ shinsou hitoshi x reader ⚝ bnha college au ⚝ read on AO3
Mission Gone Wrong ⚝ lavi bookman x reader ⚝ read on AO3
✔︎ Eywa's Blessings ⚝ part one (✿) ⚝ part two ⚝ part three (✿) ⚝ jake sully x reader x neytiri ⚝ taglist ⚝ read on AO3
Do You Feel Love? ⚝ noah sebastian x reader ⚝ read on AO3
Summary:
You finish work earlier than expected, and Jeongin seizes the opportunity to have a one-on-one date with you. Afterwards, Chan relays a disappointing update from Mr. Jeong.
And then hell breaks loose in the studio.
Warnings:
it starts so cute; seriously innie is such a sweetheart im gonna cry; but then i unfortunately make y/n suffer again (sorry, diva); i might be using some music terminology wrong; assault, minor/vague descriptions of violence, sexual harassment (groping), angry skz, even fucking angrier chan and minho; twice member guest appearance!
if any other warnings need to be added, please lmk!
surprise! another update :D might fuck around and write some one-shots for connor (rk800) and syzoth (reptile)
Series Masterlist
You were alone in the dorms, bored out of your skull. Your work day finished earlier than normal, thanks to an incredibly well-timed phone call from Yong-Sun’s mom, of all people. Well, whatever. You couldn’t care less, as long as it got you away from the wannabe idol. Not knowing what to do, you wandered aimlessly between the living room and the kitchen until the front door opened.
“Oh, hey!” Jeongin happily greeted you as you popped back into the living room. “I didn’t know you were coming over today.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” you shrugged. “I got to leave early, but I didn’t feel like catching a bus back to my apartment.”
“That’s more than fine with me,” Jeongin grinned so wide that his eyes scrunched into crescents.
“What’s got you so excited?” You poked his dimple, ignoring his half-hearted glare in favor of collapsing on the couch.
“Everyone else is still busy with schedules,” he started while pulling you right back onto your feet. “So I want to take you on a date. Just us.” You instantly perked up.
“Well, I was gonna complain about being forced to stand, but now I’m excited!” You said as you bounced on the balls of your feet. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” he refused to give any hints, wiggling his eyebrows at you when you tried to pry.
“At least tell me if I need to change,” you sighed and gestured vaguely to your t-shirt and jeans.
“Nope, you look perfect.” Jeongin grabbed your hand, gently tugging you out of the dorms. After locking the door and putting on a mask, he led you outside and a few blocks down the street.
“An arcade?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow. You let Jeongin guide you to the token exchange machine, looking around the colorful games with wide eyes.
“Not just an arcade. My favorite arcade,” he corrected while dropping your hand to insert bills into the machine. Gold tokens poured into a plastic cup. You didn’t even notice him grabbing a cup, but it had Mortal Kombat characters on it, so you were quite happy with it.
“You better have some high scores, then,” you teased and stepped closer to the next machine to get a handful of your own tokens. You should have known better, since Jeongin lightly smacked your hand before you could take your wallet out of your bag.
“Nuh-uh, we’re sharing tokens,” he playfully chastised while rattling the coins around the cup.
“But–”
“If we run out, I’ll get us more,” Jeongin insisted, grabbing your hand again to bring you to his favorite games. As much as you wanted to act annoyed, you couldn’t help the smile from spreading across your face at his excitement. Even with the mask on, you could still tell that he was absolutely beaming. You could also tell that these really were his favorite games, since he was kicking your ass in almost every single one. It was more of a fair match in the fighting and racing games, but you were completely hopeless at the shooting games.
“I give up,” you huffed with a pout as you were killed, yet again, by the Harvester in Terminator. “I’m just wasting tokens at this point.”
“Awe, don’t be a quitter!” Jeongin encouraged, although his voice held a condescending undertone. He went to put in more tokens, but paused in your unusually long stretch of silence. He looked over at you and his face immediately softened at your genuine disappointment.
“Okay, come here,” he sighed while maneuvering you to stand in front of him. Jeongin set the player one gun in your hands before starting the game.
“Jeongin, can’t you do this round solo so we can go to a different game?” You complained, peeking at him from over your shoulder.
“Just trust me.” With two fingers on your chin, he gently turned you to face screen before resting his hands over yours where they sat on the gun’s controls. You nervously bit your lip as enemies poured out on the screen.
“Focus on the ones that light up red,” Jeongin quietly instructed. You suppressed the shiver that threatened to run down your spine from the feeling of his breath fanning over your hair. You blinked harshly, forcing yourself to focus on the game.
“They only light up red when they’re about to attack,” he continued, oblivious to your internal struggle. “Good, just like that.”
“Okay,” you managed to squeak out a reply. Jeongin smirked, but chose to ignore it for now. You furrowed your brows as he helped you take down enemy after enemy. He slowly moved the hand he had on the reload pump to your hip. Your forehead creased with concern, already panicking about messing up without him guiding you.
“Jeongin–”
“Relax, baby,” he chuckled softly and squeezed your hip. “You’ve got this. Keep going.” You answered with a skeptical hum. To your surprise, you didn’t instantly die. Actually, you were doing way better than you expected. At this point, Jeongin wasn’t helping you at all, and you didn’t even realize that you were kicking robo-ass entirely on your own.
“Oh my god,” you gasped as the screen faded to black, replacing the destroyed city with a single word: victory. “Oh my god! I did it!” You whipped around to grin at Jeongin while pointing at the screen.
“See, I knew you could,” he praised, kissing your temple despite the mask being in the way. The moment was ruined by his obnoxious text alert. He sighed, stepping back a tiny bit to check his phone. He sighed even heavier after putting his phone back in his pocket.
“Is everything okay?” You asked while setting the gun back on its holder.
“Yeah, Chan just wants us back at the dorms,” Jeongin huffed, snatching the cup of leftover tokens from where it sat on the ground. Luckily, the tokens didn’t expire, meaning you could expect another arcade date in the future. It was a quick walk home, and Jeongin stopped you right before you could open the front door.
“I had fun today,” he said as he cupped your face in his hands. “I don’t get a lot of alone time with you. It was nice.”
“Oh, Jeongin,” you frowned, reaching up to cover his hands with your own. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been paying better attention. I need to make time for you guys–”
“Hey, hey, don’t apologize,” he interrupted while brushing his thumbs across your cheekbones. “We’re figuring everything out, and you’re doing your best.”
“Still, please let me know if you’re feeling left out or anything,” you insisted.
“I will,” Jeongin easily conceded. He paused briefly, letting his eyes wander down to your lips before meeting yours again. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” you replied without hesitation, making Jeongin smile brightly before crashing his lips into yours.
“Awe, you two are so cuuute,” Hyunjin cooed from the doorway, which you were apparently too distracted to notice opening. Jisung and Felix stood behind him, poorly hiding their giggles behind their hands.
“Oh, fuck off,” Jeongin retorted with a glare that was more playful than truly angry. Felix and Jisung brushed past Hyunjin, with Felix grabbing your hand and Jisung grabbing Jeongin’s to pull both of you into the living room. Everyone spread out on the couch, leaving only Chan standing in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips.
“I got an email from Mr. Jeong this afternoon–”
“Finally!” Jisung interrupted with a loud groan. Jisung winced as Chan raised an eyebrow at him. “Sorry, but it’s been more than two weeks since he called you.”
“Anyway,” Chan continued. “He said that the camera in studio five didn’t have any audio. It looks like the microphone somehow broke months ago.”
“What?!” Seungmin cut in. “That doesn’t help us at all. We need that audio to prove that Yong-Sun harassed Y/N.”
“I know, Seungmin,” Chan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before turning his attention to you. “Has he said anything like that in any of the other studios?”
“He’s only used five,” you replied. “He refuses to use any other studio. He says that five has better equipment.”
“It has the same equipment as every other studio,” Minho noted incredulously.
“I’ve told him that multiple times, but he’s stubborn and childish,” you said, frowning at Yong-Sun’s poor attitude. “It’s delayed his recording sessions, like, a lot.”
“Anyway,” Chan repeated, shutting down the side tangents. “This, unfortunately, means that there’s nothing Mr. Jeong can do right now.”
“Can’t you just request a transfer to a different group?” Felix suggested, furrowing his eyebrows while bouncing his knee. Hyunjin shifted to throw a leg on Felix’s lap, keeping the blonde’s anxious habit from shaking the floorboards.
“I could, but do you really think Amy would approve it?” You rolled your eyes and leaned further into Seungmin’s side. Felix just grunted as a response.
“Okay, so we just need to get Yong-Sun to slip up in the break room or the lobby or something,” Jisung chimed back in.
“We can try,” you agreed with the rest of the boys nodding along. “I’ll start tomorrow.”
“Or you could just act natural for two more days, since the camera is being replaced on Friday,” Chan said, earning some groans and eye-rolls.
“Why didn’t you say that sooner?” Minho asked, sighing tiredly at Chan’s one-shoulder shrug.
“I’ll just talk as little as possible until the camera is fixed,” you concluded before moving the conversation onto a lighter topic, aka, bragging about beating Jeongin ten times in Street Fighter.
Thursday schedules were usually pretty relaxed, with recording the only thing on the agenda for the boys. On this particular Thursday, nothing was going right for them. There seemed to be something wrong with every take, and the frustration was getting to them. At this point, they were doing more arguing than singing, so when Felix suggested a coffee break, almost everyone jumped at the opportunity. The boys, aside from Chan, Minho, and Changbin, left for a cafe near the company. The coffee there was mediocre, but the fresh air and short walk would help clear their heads.
The three eldest moved to the break room, dropping onto one of the couches with weary sighs. Minho closed his eyes as he rubbed his temples to stave off a growing migraine while the two producers checked their notifications. Since there was nothing important and their eyes were already burning from staring at their laptop screens for so long, Chan and Changbin opted to follow Minho’s lead, closing their eyes and trying to relax. Barely a minute passed before several texts came in, one right after the other. Chan groaned, squinting at the messages with a grimace.
You: SOS
You: studio five
You: now
You: help
You: please
A muscle in Chan’s neck twitched as he ground his teeth. The three of them didn’t even need to communicate. They jumped up from the couch almost perfectly in sync before sprinting through the halls, ignoring the odd looks from other employees. Chan’s phone still buzzed repeatedly in his pocket, probably from messages in the group chat from the other boys. Minho pulled ahead of Chan and Changbin, reaching the door to the studio first. He flung the door open, rattling the whole frame from the force. His frustration from the unproductive morning flared up into red-hot anger.
“What the fuck-!”
~Ten minutes earlier~
No matter how many times you heard it, you still internally cringed at Yong-Sun’s poor attempt at rapping. In your somewhat professional opinion, his singing voice was actually really good. His tonality and the slight rasp were unique amongst other idols. You were certain he could be incredibly popular if he didn’t insist on keeping up the cool-guy persona.
“How was that one?” Yong-Sun asked, looking at you expectantly through the booth’s window. You paused, tapping your nails on the soundboard before switching on the speaker.
“Look, I’m going to be completely honest here,” you started, making his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “I don’t think rapping is your thing. You–”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Yong-Sun interrupted with a scowl. “Are you saying I’m a bad rapper?”
“No,” you sighed, frowning slightly at his unwarranted defensiveness. “I just don’t think it fits the sound of your voice.”
“...huh?”
“Well, I won’t go too deep on the technicalities, but the cadence you need while rapping doesn’t mesh with your timbre,” you explained. “You have a very nice baritone voice, so I think if you focused more on powerful ballads, it would help accentuate the overtones in your voice that–”
“Hang on,” he cut you off again, this time with a growing smirk. “Are you flirting with me right now?” You glared momentarily before regaining control of your facial expression.
“No, I am not flirting with you. I am trying to help you have a successful debut,” you replied calmly despite your growing irritation.
“Oh, come on,” Yong-Sun scoffed while shaking his head. “You’re seriously still trying to play hard to get after laying on the praise that thick?”
“God, Yong-Sun, I am not playing hard to get!” You finally snapped after having the patience of a saint for weeks. “I am telling you no and I’m not interested, but you’re choosing to ignore me!”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” he snarled. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, deciding it would be better to be diplomatic.
“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s just get back to work,” you attempted to move away from the current topic.
“You know what? No,” he huffed and threw his headphones on their stand before leaving the booth. Your eyes widened as he stormed your way.
“Yong-Sun, wait,” your heart pounded against your ribcage as you stumbled back. Yes, he was childish and stubborn, but Yong-Sun was also bigger than you. He was stronger than you.
“I’m sick and tired of your bullshit, Y/N,” he seethed, forcing you closer and closer to the wall. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, nearly dropping it from how badly your hands were shaking. You managed to send a few messages to the group chat before Yong-Sun snatched your phone and tossed it to the other side of the room.
“Please just calm down,” you tried to reason with him. “We can talk this out–”
“I’m done talking,” he said right as your back hit the wall. You pushed hard against his chest, hoping to make even the slightest opportunity to run, but he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them to the wall above you.
“If you don’t want to give me what I want-” he leaned closer, staring you down with cold, emotionless eyes. “-I’ll just take it.” Once his unoccupied hand grabbed your hip, all of the self-defense techniques that Minho and Felix showed you flooded your mind. They taught you how to gain the advantage, even against a bigger opponent. You took a deep breath to steel yourself before snapping your neck forward, hitting Yong-Sun’s nose in a perfect headbutt. He dropped your hands to clutch his now-bleeding nose.
“Ow- fuck-” you hissed, rubbing your forehead. You knew it would hurt, Felix had warned you about that, but damn. You turned, making a beeline for the door.
“You little fucking bitch!” Yong-Sun swore, recovering from the blow much quicker than you anticipated. Your hand just barely brushed the doorknob before he yanked you back by your hair. You cried out, clawing at his wrists as he shoved you face-first into the wall. Your temple hit the plaster hard, sending your mind spinning.
“Please stop,” you pleaded weakly while blinking rapidly to clear away the double vision.
“Shut up,” he growled as he roughly groped your chest over your shirt. The backs of your eyes stung with unshed tears.
And then the door of the studio slammed open.
“What the fuck?!” Minho shouted, sending a wave of relief over your trembling body. You blinked again, and Minho was gone. But so was Yong-Sun. Changbin caught you right as your knees buckled, pulling you tightly against his chest. In a daze, you looked across the room at Minho, who had Yong-Sun in a rear naked chokehold, putting just enough pressure to keep the younger pre-idol from escaping.
“Y/N, baby, are you okay?” Chan’s worried face blocked the fight- if you could even call it that- from your view.
“I don’t– I don’t know,” you stammered, voice shaky from the adrenaline-lace pain. The tears you had been holding back finally began to fall. Chan cupped your face in his hands, checking for injuries while gently swiping the tears away with his thumbs.
“It’s okay, babygirl, we’re here. We’ve got you,” Chan murmured while Changbin ran a soothing hand up and down your side.
“Let! Me! Go! You fucking asshole!” Yong-Sun spat, repeatedly smacking Minho’s forearms. Chan’s face hardened as he turned, leaving you in Changbin’s embrace while he and Minho shared a furious look.
“Listen, kid,” Chan’s voice dropped into a low growl as he stepped closer to Yong-Sun. “You picked the wrong girl to fuck with.”
“Shut the–”
“No, you shut the fuck up and let me fucking speak,” Chan cut him off with a venomous glare. “It is unacceptable to behave the way you have with anyone.”
“Are you done lecturing me, asshole?” Yong-Sun had the audacity to ask sarcastically. Minho tightened his hold, forcing a strained groan from the younger man.
“I told you to shut the fuck up,” Chan snapped. “I am the wrong fucking person to piss off, mate, and you’ve already got my blood fucking boiling since you just fucking assaulted our girlfriend.”
“...our?” Yong-Sun stopped struggling in his confusion, eyebrows furrowed.
“Stray Kids. Y/N told you that she’s our girlfriend. Us-” Chan stopped inches away from Yong-Sun, getting in his face the same way he did to you only minutes ago. “-as in, not you. Did that not get through your thick fucking skull?”
“I-I thought she made it up to make me jealous…”
“Jealous,” Minho scoffed, poking his tongue into his cheek.
“Oh, you are beyond delusional,” Changbin couldn’t help but mock Yong-Sun even as he continued to calm you down with gentle hands and hushed reassurances.
“I–”
“We’re here!” Seungmin blurted out from the doorway. He, along with the rest of the boys, shuffled into the small room. Your jaw nearly dropped. They were all pissed. You’ve never seen them this angry before. “We got here as fast as we could.”
“Good,” Chan sighed heavily as he finally backed away from Yong-Sun. He spared a glance over his shoulder, noting that his members were sweaty and panting. They definitely ran the whole way back. “Felix, can you and Jisung take her back to our studio?”
“Actually, I kinda want to stay here and have a chat with him,” Felix sneered with Jisung nodding in agreement.
“Felix, please–”
“We can bring her to our studio for a bit,” Tzuyu chimed in as she and Chaeyoung poked their heads into the room.
“How long have you been there?” Hyunjin questioned, raising an eyebrow at the older girls.
“Long enough,” Chaeyoung answered with a lopsided grin. You were close friends with the Twice members, so your boys let Tzuyu and Chaeyoung lead you out of the room. Hopefully some time with other women would help you relax, even a little.
“So,” Jeongin started once the three of you turned a corner. His sharp glare landed on Yong-Sun, who was still in Minho’s chokehold. “I think you have some explaining to do.”
Summary:
You learn that, unfortunately, you're stuck with both Amy and Yong-Sun for the foreseeable future. You're reluctantly prepared to handle it with strict professionalism at work and a lot of shit-talking at home. But maybe a phone call that Chan receives can change that.
Warnings:
mentions of past sexual acts, but nothing super explicit; not much else
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After a week and some minor snooping around the studios, you found out that Jian would be out of the country for three months. Three. Months. You were going to have to deal with Amy for a whole ninety days. You really wanted to be annoyed with Jian for leaving you with that passive-aggressive corporate asshole, but you just couldn’t.
“You definitely can and should be at least a little pissed at Jian,” your ride-or-die hypeman (a.k.a., Hyunjin) told you after you relayed the news.
“No, I really can’t,” you sighed heavily.
“Why not?”
“Because her niece just gave birth and then lost her husband in a car crash two days later,” you explained with your arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.
“Oh…” Hyunjin trailed off, scratching his neck awkwardly. “Well, now I feel like a dick.”
“Mhmm,” you hummed while fighting back a smirk. “That’s what you get for making assumptions, Jinnie.”
“You should have started with that!” He protested with a pout, holding his hands up in a sort of what the fuck gesture.
“Or maybe you shouldn’t always take my side without knowing the full story,” you replied, shrugging a shoulder noncommittally.
“You’re my girlfriend, obviously I’m gonna take your side,” he retorted. The back-and-forth was cut short by your alarm, signalling the end of your lunch break.
“Ugh, back to babysitting,” you grumbled as you reluctantly stood from the comfortable couch in the company’s employee lounge.
“Good luck,” Hyunjin encouraged with a quick kiss to your temple. “Text us if anything happens.”
“I will,” you reassured him while trudging out of the lounge, dragging your feet as if you were a child walking to the corner for a time-out. Not wanting to face your wrath, Hyunjin managed to wait until after you disappeared around a corner to burst out laughing at your blatant immaturity.
Your lunch break was over, but Chan’s was just beginning. He went later than everyone else, usually waiting until 2 or 3 in the afternoon, and he never took the full hour. You didn’t like it, but it was definitely an improvement. Before you came along, Chan would work to the point of exhaustion, often going eight or more hours without stopping to eat. The first time you saw him do this, you broke down in tears out of overwhelming concern for the idol. He was tired and hungry and definitely wasn’t mentally prepared for your emotional reaction, and in his panic he promised to take his lunch break every day. You held him to that.
He got to the lounge just minutes after you left, much to his disappointment. Chan dropped onto the couch next to Hyunjin, sighing loudly as he relaxed into the cushions. Hyunjin tilted his head, eyeing his leader skeptically.
“Where’s your food?”
“In the fridge,” Chan answered, closing his eyes as he rolled his neck to relieve some of the tension after sitting at a computer for so long. “I’m gonna heat it up in–” He was interrupted by his phone ringing. Chan’s eyes snapped open as he scrambled to yank his phone out of his pocket. Ever since that meeting you had with Amy, he was set on edge whenever he got a call.
“Is it Y/N?” Hyunjin asked while sitting up straighter. He really hoped Yong-Sun hadn’t caused any issues in the ten minutes since your break ended.
“No, I don’t know the number.” He could ignore it, but last time he got a call from an unknown number, you had been kidnapped. If it was a telemarketer, he would just hang up and block the number. “Hello?”
“Good afternoon, is this Bahng Chan?” A mature-sounding male voice responded.
“Yes, it is.” When Chan emailed the company CEO, he hardly expected to hear back from him. At most, he figured he’d get a polite email from the assistant letting him know that his concern has been noted, only for the issue to remain ignored. So you could imagine Chan’s surprise after the next words from the man on the other side of the line.
“My name is Jimmy Jeong.” Chan shot up from the couch, standing ramrod straight, as if the CEO could see his bad posture through the phone. “I received your email regarding the behavior of Choi Yong-Sun and Park Jian’s fill-in, Amy Choi. If you have a moment, I’d like to get some clarification.”
“Y-Yes, sir, of course,” Chan agreed immediately, completely forgetting about his leftover ramen sitting in the fridge. Hyunjin watched with raised eyebrows as Chan began to pace around the lounge.
“Please explain your relationship with Ms. L/N and the events leading up to her meeting with Mrs. Choi,” Mr. Jeong requested.
“Y/N is my girlfriend, and- oh, wait-” Chan’s eyes widened slightly as he fumbled over his words. “But, uh, she was hired before we started dating, when we were still just friends, and she doesn’t work with me or my group so there’s no conflict of interest, and–”
“Chan,” Mr. Jeong interrupted smoothly. Chan stopped pacing to tiredly drag a hand down his face. “I’m not worried about you dating Ms. L/N. I just need as much information as possible so I can make an accurate judgement.”
“Right, of course.” Chan silently took a deep breath before continuing. “Y/N was working with Xdinary Heroes before they left for their tour. That’s when she was assigned to Yong-Sun, and he’s been trouble since day one.”
Chan described everything that happened between you, Yong-Sun, and Amy in painstaking detail. Mr. Jeong listened silently, the only sound coming from his pencil as he scribbled down notes here and there. Hyunjin had to leave about halfway through his explanation, leaving him alone in the lounge. He was worried about being too long-winded, but if the CEO was annoyed in any way, he hid it wonderfully.
“I see,” Mr. Jeong sighed once Chan finished. “You said Mr. Choi made a degrading comment toward Ms. L/N. Please tell me what he said, word-for-word.”
“It’s rather vulgar, sir…”
“That’s no issue,” he insisted.
“Well, to understand his comment, I need to add a little more context,” Chan started, now shifting from foot-to-foot nervously. Mr. Jeong hummed as acknowledgment, prompting him to keep going. “Y/N isn’t just my girlfriend. She’s dating all of the members of my group. At this point, I think we’re all kind of dating each other. It’s called–”
“Polyamory,” Mr. Jeong finished Chan’s sentence for him. Chan’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. He did not expect the CEO of JYP to know what polyamory was. “There’s a lovely woman in my apartment building that’s in a relationship with three other people. She’s told me about some of the struggles of dating multiple people. I’m impressed that you’re making it work with so many members involved in the relationship.”
“Wh- I’m-” Chan paused momentarily to collect his thoughts, shaking his head in disbelief. “Thank you, I think. Um, so after multiple polite rejections, Yong-Sun told Y/N that no one would care if he fucked the company whore.”
“...and Mrs. Choi was uncaring and dismissive about this?”
“Yes, sir. She said that without proof, it was Y/N’s word against Yong-Sun’s,” Chan scowled at the memory even though he wasn’t even in the room at the time.
“Proof? Such as?” Mr. Jeong asked with a hint of irritation bleeding through his professionalism.
“Video, audio recording, or another person in the room to corroborate.”
“Did Mrs. Choi even check the security footage?” Mr. Jeong further questioned, scoffing quietly to himself. Chan froze.
“The security footage?” He repeated. “Are there security cameras in the recording studios?”
“Yes, every room in the building has CCTV except for the restrooms,” Mr. Jeong explained. In all of his years at JYP, Chan had- somehow- never noticed security cameras. “Thank you for all of the additional information, Mr. Bahng. I will be investigating this matter with my assistant and a different HR representative.”
“Thank you, sir,” Chan exchanged good-byes with the CEO before sitting stiffly on the couch. It was well past the end of his lunch break. He sat quietly for another few minutes, then with a laugh that bordered on a scoff, he grabbed his ramen and went back to the studio.
“Hey, you were gone for a while,” Changbin noted once Chan was back in his chair. “Is everything okay?”
“Are you eating that cold?” Jisung asked while pointing at Chan’s ramen, curling his lip back in mild disgust after a nod from his leader.
“Everything’s fine, for now,” Chan answered. He shoved cold noodles into his mouth as he stared blankly at the screen in front of him. Changbin and Jisung exchanged a look.
“But?” Changbin prompted.
“But we definitely can’t bring Y/N in here for that thing we planned,” he replied while pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Uh, why?” Jisung raised a brow expectantly.
“Cus the building has CCTV. Everywhere.”
“Oh my god,” Jisung gasped, covering his mouth with both hands while Changbin’s eyes went comically wide. “So that means-”
“Whoever’s on security has been able to watch us make out with Y/N this whole time?!” Changbin interrupted.
“Make out?” Jisung asked incredulously. “Dude, I’ve fucking eaten her out in the booth!”
“She’s sucked my dick while I was in this exact chair,” Chan groaned as he shoved his face into his hands.
“Ew,” Changbin grimaced. “You actually do that kind of stuff at work?”
“You’re the one that suggested fucking her in the booth!” Jisung responded with an accusatory finger pointed at the older rapper.
“For the musical process, Jisung,” Changbin argued, trying to look serious for approximately ten seconds before a wide grin spread across his face.
“Oh, come on–”
“Okay!” Chan cut in before the squabble got too out of hand. “That’s enough, guys.” After one last glare, Jisung turned back to his laptop and the three producers focused on the mix they were currently working on.
“I have good news and I have bad news,” Chan announced as he stepped into the living room. Phones went forgotten as everyone looked at him expectantly.
“Can we have the good news first?” Jeongin asked as he sat up from where he was laying on the floor, scooting back until he could rest his head on your crossed legs.
“I spoke with the company CEO this afternoon. He’s personally looking into the report Y/N filed with HR,” he shared with a triumphant smile.
“You actually spoke with him?” Minho repeated with raised eyebrows. Everyone except Hyunjin, Changbin, and Jisung mirrored his shocked expression.
“Yeah, he’s pretty cool, surprisingly,” Chan confirmed, making the same impressed stank-face a metalhead would make during a breakdown. “He knows what polyamory is and he sees no issues with our relationship as long as it doesn’t interfere with our work.”
“That’s amazing!” You beamed, shaking Jeongin’s shoulders in your excitement. “I can’t believe he cared enough to call you!”
“So what’s the bad news?” Seungmin tilted his head curiously. Jisung groaned and fell face-first into a pillow.
“That bad, huh?” Felix frowned sympathetically while rubbing circles between Jisung’s shoulder blades.
“The bad news is that the studios all have security cameras,” Chan sighed heavily. The room fell to silence as everyone processed the implications. You figured it out first.
“Oh my fucking god they saw–”
“They saw me fingering you,” Seungmin blurted out, causing a ripple effect throughout the rest of the boys. Your face grew redder and redder as they recounted your recent… activities with each of them in the various recording studios and dance practice rooms.
“Hold on,” Changbin nearly had to shout to be heard over the chaos. You sighed in relief, thinking he would change the topic and save you the embarrassment. “Why am I the only one that hasn’t eaten her out in the studio?” So much for changing the topic.
“I don’t know, man, but looks like it’s gonna stay that way,” Jeongin teased with a sly, mischievous grin. “Unless you’re fine with the cameras.”
“I meaaan,” he trailed off while looking at you with a growing smirk.
“Exhibitionist,” Hyunjin muttered between fake coughs. “Damn, sorry, must’ve had a tickle in my throat.”
“It’s not the worst idea.”
“Changbin,” you warned, making him put his hands up in surrender.
“I’m just sayin’. It could be hot,” he half-heartedly defended.
sorry i kinda disappeared without explanation. between work and some personal issues, i haven't had time to even think about writing. thankfully, things have calmed down and i can actually get back to it.
that being said, in order to continue/finish the series i have, i'm going to need to focus on one at a time. this is the order i will be working on them:
A (Not So) Meet Cute -> Pack Mentality -> Hearts Awakened -> Dead Man Walking
i've officially decided to discontinue I Make You (You Make Me) and, honestly, i'm not totally sure i'll continue with Dead Man Walking. i'm still thinking about that one. i'll be keeping the hiatus status on the masterlists for each individual series until i begin posting chapters again. my goal is to post at least once a month.
since Baby Fever is more of a collection of one-shots, i'm not including it in the lineup and will just update it between chapters of other series.
everyone is getting tagged in this post, sorry in advance if you're disappointed that it's just an announcement lol
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@vampwritesstuff @galaxy4489 @kibs-and-bits @ot8girlfie @rln-byg @hyunjinstolemyheart @booimaeatyouu
Summary
You've known Noah for a long time. You've also had a huge crush on him for a long time. You're convinced that the feelings you have for your best friend are one-sided, but a confrontation with a creepy stranger may change your mind
Warnings
smut, it's smut, friends to lovers, some light dom/sub if you squint, hand kink, oral fixation (kinda), noah's a munch (no one is surprised), creampie which means implied breeding kink, it goes angst -> fluff -> smut -> fluffy smut -> smut -> fluff, porn with plot, not proofread we die like men
i saw bad omens a few weeks ago and i have not been able to stop thinking about noah and leon s. kennedy. the brainrot is bad, guys.
“I said no, asshole. Take your coffee and leave me alone.” That was what you wanted to say to the customer that stood across the counter, smiling like an idiot. He had been in the cafe you worked at for all of ten minutes, yet he wouldn’t stop hitting on you. He asked for your number three times already, and you politely declined each time.
“Come on, just one date,” he asked with a smirk he probably thought looked cool and mysterious. It didn’t.
“Again, I’m sorry, but no,” you repeated, plastering a fake customer-service grin on your face. You set his finished drink on the counter a little rougher than necessary. “Here’s your latte.”
“Thanks…” he trailed off, eyebrows furrowed. You braced yourself for another bad pick-up line, but were surprised when he just quietly took his coffee and sat at a table. Your eyes narrowed a fraction. There was no way this dude was giving up that easy, not with how persistent he had been thus far. Another customer entered the cafe, pulling your attention away from the creep.
Your smile relaxed into something much more natural as you went through the last thirty minutes of your shift, although you kept an eye on the annoying guy out of your peripherals. He tapped silently on his laptop, not paying any mind to you. It was suspicious as fuck.
“Heeeyyy!” Your coworker called in a sing-song voice as she strolled into the cafe. “Did you miss me?”
“Oh my god, finally,” you sighed dramatically, sending her an exaggerated eye-roll, much to her amusement. “You’re a whole minute late, you know that?”
“I’m sure it was sooo difficult for you,” she playfully mocked as she stepped behind the counter. “Go on, get outta here. I know you’ve been just dying to go to the record store,” she shooed you away with a soft grin. You didn’t need to be told twice. You snatched your bag up from its hiding spot under the counter.
“Thank you, love you!” You beamed at her while rushing to the door. You didn’t get three feet before the asshole from earlier blocked your path. Without the counter acting as a shield, he got way too close to you. Uncomfortably close.
“So you’re going to the record store? What a coincidence, so am I,” he said with a look in his eye that sent a cold shiver down your spine.
“Hey, please back up,” your coworker intervened.
“Stay out of this,” the guy snapped, shocking both you and your coworker into silence. “Now how about you give me your number, like I asked earlier, and we can get out of here.”
“I’m meeting my boyfriend,” you blurted out the lie almost like it was instinct. You didn’t have a boyfriend, but you were actually meeting up with someone.
“Yeah, right,” the guy scoffed and rolled his eyes. The little bell above the door jingled as another person walked in, but you hardly noticed the sound over your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. “You’re meeting your boyfriend? Real original.”
“I am meeting him,” you insisted, trying to ignore the slight tremor in your voice.
“Yeah? Then where is he?”
“Turn around,” your best friend’s voice sent a wave of relief over you. Even though Noah barely heard a minute of the conversation, he was pissed. You could see it written all over his face once the guy was out of your personal space. The guy glared as he spun on his heel to face your friend, only to make eye contact with Noah’s collar bones. The color drained from the man’s face as he hesitantly shifted his gaze up to Noah’s flat, unimpressed stare.
“Did you need something from my girlfriend?” Noah asked with a dangerous edge to his voice, one that should not have been as attractive as it was. He didn’t wait for the guy to answer, opting to take a step toward you instead.
“Wait- shit, hold on-” The guy fumbled over his words as he stumbled back, secretly relieved that Noah didn’t even bother to look at him. That relief was short-lived after Noah snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side while staring daggers at the other man.
“Well?” Noah raised an eyebrow expectantly. He watched the guy flounder for an excuse for a painfully silent moment before continuing. “I think you should leave, man.”
“R-Right, yeah,” the guy mumbled as he hastily gathered his belongings. “I’ll… I’ll just-” He didn’t bother to finish his sentence before stepping out of the cafe. Noah waited until the guy was fully out of sight to relax. He sighed through his nose before turning to you, letting one hand rest on your hip while the other squeezed your shoulder. His expression immediately melted into something soft, making your breath catch in your throat.
“You alright?” He asked, forehead creased with concern.
“I’m okay,” you responded, somewhat in a daze. “Thanks for, uh- thank you for getting rid of him.”
“Of course,” he reassured you with a lopsided grin before steering you toward the door. “Come on, those vinyls are calling my name.” You spared one last glance at your coworker and instantly regretted it as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. You pointedly ignored the flush that rose on your cheeks.
The record store wasn’t far from the cafe. You and Noah fell into a comfortable silence as you walked side-by-side. Well, it was comfortable for Noah. You, on the other hand, were over-analyzing the way Noah acted in the cafe. Was Noah always a little protective? Yes. Was it ever that intense? Hell no. But it made the silly little crush you had on him ten times harder to suppress.
You’ve known Noah for a long time. You met him back when Bad Omens was still a dream just out of arm’s reach. You didn’t click instantly, having met through a friend of a friend, but in time you grew inseparable. Now, you couldn’t imagine life without him, which is why you refused to let that stupid fluttery feeling in your stomach ruin your friendship.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Noah’s question broke the silence as he held the door of the record store open for you. “You’ve been really quiet.”
“Hm?” You hummed, shaking your head to push away the lingering whirlwind of emotions running through your mind. “Oh, yeah, I’m good. I promise.”
“...alright,” he replied slowly. He obviously didn’t believe you, but he also didn’t press it. He went straight to the rock albums, on the hunt for a version of a Too Close To Touch vinyl he was missing from his collection. You absent-mindedly browsed the new releases for a few minutes before wandering over to him. You didn’t actually have a reason for going to the store. You didn’t collect vinyls. Hell, you didn’t even have a record player, but it was a nice, quiet way to spend time with Noah.
“You find anything?” He asked, eyes locked on the vinyl covers as your shoulder brushed his.
“Nah,” you responded while sifting through some CDs. He hummed softly as acknowledgment, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he searched for the right vinyl. You tried to focus on the CDs in front of you. Keyword: tried. Your efforts proved useless as your attention was repeatedly pulled to Noah’s hands. Your eyes traced over the ink, captivated by the flex of his fingers as he flicked through the vinyls. You didn’t notice your own hands slowing to a stop.
But Noah did. He caught your movement- or lack thereof- out of the corner of his eyes. He paused briefly before deciding to test a little theory. He flipped through a few more vinyls, stopping on one by an artist he barely even recognized to trail his fingers across the edge of the jacket. You wanted to scream, but managed to keep your reaction down to a gasp that you hoped he couldn’t hear.
He heard it. Of course he heard it. He smirked to himself before plucking the vinyl he was looking for out of the stack. That was one win so far. There would be a second win soon, if your reaction was for the reason he thought it was for.
“Found it!” Noah announced quietly, jolting you out of your stupor. He grinned, feigning innocence as he approached the register. You followed after him like a lost puppy, watching him check out with furrowed brows and a slight pout. Was he… flexing on purpose? No, you had to be imagining things. Why would he? It didn’t make sense. But he did also roll the sleeves of his flannel up… Did he know what he was doing? Surely–
“So, my place or yours?”
“Huh?” You blinked rapidly, thoroughly confused. When did you get outside?? You didn’t even remember leaving the store. God, were you that zoned out?
“For dinner,” Noah clarified. “Do you want to go to my apartment or yours?”
“O-Oh, right! Of course, uhh,” you paused to quickly sort your jumbled thoughts. You were only a little successful, but it was enough to figure out an answer. “My roommate is visiting her parents for the next couple of days, so my place would probably be better.”
“Perfect.” And he truly meant perfect. An empty apartment meant he could be as greedy as he wanted. No distractions. No interruptions. Throughout the walk to pick up your food, then to your apartment, Noah kept up some idle chit-chat while plotting in his mind. He was confident, maybe even a little cocky, about his plan until the apartment door shut behind him.
Oh. Oh, shit, wait. In the calm, quiet of your living room, everything caught up to him and suddenly his hands were sweaty and he forgot how to function like a normal human being. You and Noah sat stiffly on your couch with an awkward gap between you. Reruns of Criminal Minds played in the background while you ate.
Once you were finished, you gathered up the trash and escaped to the kitchen to recollect yourself. You took several deep breaths while fanning your face, internally scolding yourself for making things so weird. Noah wasn’t faring much better. He hid his face in his hands with a soft groan.
“Come on, dumbass,” he muttered to himself while smacking his cheeks in the hopes of knocking some sense back into himself. “You can do this. Just… be cool.” He roughly shook his head and relaxed into the sofa right as you came back into the room. You sat a careful distance away from Noah, sending him a tight-lipped smile.
“Alright,” Noah sighed and shifted closer, pressing up against your side. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” you mumbled and went to turn the volume up on the TV, only to have the remote snatched from your hand.
“Nope, you don’t get to hide behind Prentiss,” he said while shutting the TV off. He tossed the remote onto the coffee table before dropping his hand to rest on your knee. “You’ve been quiet and distant since I picked you up from work. Is the situation with the guy from earlier bothering you?”
“No,” you replied absent-mindedly, more focused on sitting still despite the urge to squirm in your seat.
“Then what’s bothering you?” All logical thought flew from your mind as Noah’s thumb traced gentle circles on your knee. He smirked as he watched your eyes flit between your lap and his hand in a losing battle to appear unbothered. “Y/N.”
“Hm?”
“Are my hands distracting you?” He teased, thoroughly satisfied with the pretty red color that flooded your cheeks. Your eyes widened as you ripped your gaze away from the ink on his fingers to look at literally anything else.
“N-No! Of course not, why–”
“You’re picking your nails,” Noah interrupted. “You only do that when you’re lying.”
“I’m not lying!” You insisted while hiding your hands under your legs, embarrassed that your nervous habit got you caught. The hand that was on your knee moved to grip your jaw, turning you to face him. You bit back a whimper as his eyes bore into yours, one eyebrow raised.
“You’re not lying?” He repeated slowly, with a rough edge that sent a rush of heat throughout your body.
“I’m not.” He scoffed, sounding closer to disappointment rather than irritation. His tongue poked into his cheek, tapping a finger of his free hand impatiently on his knee while you watched with bated breath.
“I’m giving you one more chance,” he finally spoke, squishing your cheeks and sitting up straight so he loomed over you. “Tell me the truth, princess.”
“I’m-” You cut yourself off with a low whine at the back of your throat. You were completely overwhelmed by the shift in Noah’s demeanor. The low timbre of his voice, the commanding aura that normally only appeared on stage, the sudden petname. You practically melted in his hand, and Noah was extremely satisfied by that.
“Well?”
“I was lying,” you admitted quietly as you tentatively wrapped your hand around his wrist.
“Good girl-” you sucked in a sharp breath, digging your nails into the tattooed skin of his forearm. “-that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“I guess not,” you trailed off, trying not to look too disappointed when he released your jaw. He relaxed, draping an arm on the back of the couch behind you. His hips shifted as he made himself comfortable, making your brain malfunction yet again. It should be illegal for anyone to look that good while manspreading, something that usually made you roll your eyes.
“Now how about you tell me why my hands have you so distracted,” he prompted while tilting his head to the side.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Noah,” you sighed heavily, letting your eyes drop back down to your lap.
“I think it’s a great idea, princess.” You physically and metaphorically bit your tongue to keep any embarrassing noises from escaping your throat. “Why don’t you tell me what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?”
“I just- I don’t know! I was just… caught off guard with the way you handled the guy at the cafe,” you explained while purposefully skirting around the real reason it affected you so much.
“What do you mean?”
“You looked pissed, Noah. Like, more pissed than when Folio spilled coffee on your work laptop,” you responded, huffing softly before continuing. “I mean, you lost some pretty important files, so I get why you were so angry then, but I don’t understand why you’d be mad about this.” Noah blinked once, eyebrows raised in disbelief.
“Let me get this straight,” he started with a shake of his head. “You don’t understand why I would be more angry with a strange man threatening you over some files getting deleted. Am I getting that right?”
“Okay, I was uncomfortable, sure. But he didn’t really threaten–”
“No!” He snapped, cutting you off. He bolted upright and cupped your cheeks in both hands, startling you a bit with the intensity on his face.
“Don’t you dare make excuses for that piece of shit,” he fumed while you just stared at him, dumbfounded. “We both know what could’ve happened if I hadn’t shown up.”
“But–”
“No,” he repeated forcefully. “You need to listen to me, Y/N. I was annoyed with Folio, but he’s my friend and I know he didn’t do it on purpose. But that guy? I am beyond pissed because he thinks he can just take whatever he wants, and I’m not about to let him do that to you. Not when I–” Noah stopped abruptly, brows furrowed and jaw clenched tightly.
“When you… what?” You gently encouraged as your hands rose to cover his. A pit of worry grew larger in your stomach with each passing second of silence. “Noah, please tell me.” He took a long, deep breath.
“Not when I’ve finally realized how much I love you,” he whispered as he leaned in to press his forehead against yours. “If he had done anything to hurt you, and I could’ve stopped it, I would never be able to forgive myself.”
“Noah…”
“I don’t care if he didn’t technically threaten you. He was still an asshole and a creep, and you are too important to me to let anyone disrespect you like that,” he panted while you gaped at him. He cringed at himself in your silence. “Please say something.”
“You love me?” You asked with a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. He sighed and dropped his forehead to your shoulder, looking mildly uncomfortable from more than just the hunch in his shoulders.
“Yes, I love you,” his answer was a bit muffled by your shirt, but it had a warm, bubbly feeling rising in your tummy. His hands fell from your face as he shifted away from you. He didn’t make it very far before you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He landed on his back with a quiet ‘oof’. Confused, his hands rested on your hips as his mind fought to process your reaction.
“I love you, too, you idiot!” You nearly cried in relief, overjoyed that you no longer had to hide your feelings, and- even better- he felt the same way about you.
“You do?” Noah asked, voice trembling slightly. You sat up on your elbows, careful not to hurt him. He looked at you with the skeptical kind of hope that came from having your heart broken one too many times.
“Yeah,” you were pleased to see that hesitance melt away with your reassurance. “I have for a while, Noah.” A grin spread across his face before tugging you down with a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you into a long-overdue kiss.
“Thank god,” he mumbled against your lips before impatiently reconnecting them with his. You sighed into the kiss while his thumb brushed across your jaw. Unfortunately, you needed oxygen to survive, so you reluctantly broke away once your lungs started burning. The room was quiet, except for the soft pants from you and Noah as you caught your breath.
“So,” Noah started, having recovered first. You tilted your head curiously as his lopsided grin morphed into a smirk. “My hands, huh?”
“Oh my god!” You squeaked while pushing yourself up to sit on your knees. “I thought we were dropping that!”
“No way in hell,” he chuckled as he caught your wrist, tugging you back down to lay on his chest. “Did you really think I’d just forget about you drooling over my hands?”
“I wasn’t drooling!” You argued and ducked down to hide in the crook of his neck. His chest vibrated as he laughed, threading through the hair at the base of your neck with one hand while the other rested on your lower back.
“Awe, come on, baby,” he cooed in your ear with only a little condescension in his voice. Your heart hammered against your ribs, apparently deciding it no longer needed to function properly. “You’re really not gonna tell me why my hands have you so flustered?”
“They’re just nice to look at, okay?!” You mumbled, knowing full well that you were lying straight through your teeth. You wiggled a bit in his grip, but froze when you felt something hard poke your thigh. “Noah, are you–?”
“You’re not just interested in looking at them, though,” he said while spreading his legs a fraction wider, using the hand on your back to press your hips closer to his. “Where do you want them?”
“I don’t–” You cut yourself off with a gasp as his hand wound tighter in your hair. Noah chuckled again, clearly pleased with himself.
“I know you’ve been staring at my fingers, but if you don’t wanna tell me,” he paused to press a deceptively sweet kiss to the crown of your head. “I’ll just have to guess.”
“You don’t have to…”
“I think,” Noah continued, totally ignoring your half-assed attempt at a protest. “You want to have one hand wrapped around your throat while the other stuffs that pretty little pussy.”
“Uhh…” You trailed off, and your silence was answer enough for him.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” He teased, dipping his hand under your shirt to trace the curve of your back.
“Almost,” you answered quietly.
“Almost? You sure about that?”
“Yes,” you took a deep breath to help you prepare for the psychic damage you were about to inflict on yourself. “I don’t want it on my neck. I want your fingers in my mouth.”
“You–” Noah inhaled sharply, going eerily still. You peeked up at him after his hand disappeared from your back. He pinched the bridge of his nose, making your eyes go wide as a spike of anxiety dug into you. Just as you were about to panic and apologize profusely, Noah stood and threw you over his shoulder in one smooth motion.
“Holy shit, Noah! What are you doing?!” You shrieked, gripping the back of his shirt tightly for balance as he took quick, long strides toward your bedroom.
“You’re gonna drive me fucking crazy,” he grumbled and kicked the door shut behind him before tossing you onto the bed. He kneeled between your thighs, staring down at you with hunger in his eyes. He hovered over you, using one hand to support his weight, caging you in. He tapped your bottom lip with the ring and middle fingers of his free hand.
“Suck.” The power behind that one word sent a wave of goosebumps across your skin. Your mouth dropped open before you even fully processed the command, obediently wrapping your lips around his fingers.
“That’s it, princess,” he practically purred, letting his voice drop lower in his throat. You whined as his fingers pulled back, briefly connected to your lips by a thin string of saliva before reaching down to dip under the waistband of your leggings. His eyes never left yours, even as he found your clit through the soft lace of your panties. You squirmed, wiggling your hips to try and get him to do something- anything.
“Stop teasing,” you complained with a slight pout.
“Ask nicely,” Noah responded, cocking his head to the side with a raised brow. “And maybe I’ll consider it.”
“Please stop teasing me,” your attitude crumbled instantly. “Touch me, please, I need you!” Your stomach dropped when a sly grin spread across his lips, made worse as he suddenly withdrew his hand to stand.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He hastily ripped off his shirt before tugging your pants and underwear off in one go. The snarky comment you were planning to say died in your throat, replaced by a high-pitched moan as the fingers that were just in your mouth now sunk into your pussy. Your hips jolted from the intrusion. His free hand pinned them to the bed as he slowly began to pump his fingers.
“God, baby,” he groaned, biting his lip as he watched your pussy greedily accept his fingers. “Already so fucking wet for me.” The pleasure had barely started to build up in your belly before he removed both hands from you entirely.
“Wha- Nooo, why-” You whimpered as he stuck his fingers into his mouth, sucking the taste of you off of his tattooed skin. He sighed heavily through his nose before the remainder of your clothes met the growing pile on the floor. Your brows furrowed as Noah flopped unceremoniously onto your bed. “Uhh, what–?”
“C’mere, baby,” he said while using your wrists to pull you upright, then guided you by your hips to straddle his chest. “Sit on my face.”
“What?!” You squeaked indignantly, digging your knees into the mattress to keep yourself planted firmly in place. “I can’t do that! What if I’m too heavy and I hurt you?! What if you can’t breathe??”
“You’re not too heavy, you won’t hurt me, and if I can’t breathe, then at least I’ll die happy,” he insisted with a squeeze to your hips.
“Noah!” You crossed your arms, raising your eyebrows as he rolled his eyes.
“For fuck’s sake- if I can’t breathe, I’ll tap your thigh, okay?” He offered impatiently. “I can feel you dripping on my chest, and I’d rather have it in my mouth. So sit. on. my. face.” You yelped as he roughly tugged you forward, nearly knocking you over in the process.
“Okay, okay, Jesus,” you grumbled while shuffling around so your knees were on either side of his head. Despite his stubborn reassurance, you still braced your hands on your headboard to support at least a little bit of your weight.
“It’s Noah, actually,” he teased, sending you a wink before licking a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gasped, completely forgetting about supporting your weight as one of your hands shot down to thread through his hair.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, thighs already trembling as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. He was coaxing your orgasm forward quicker than anyone else had- including yourself. His fingers pressed back into your cunt, making your eyes roll back as a jolt of pleasure ran down your spine. Your hips rolled, but you quickly forced yourself to stop out of fear of suffocating him. His free hand tightened its grip around your thigh.
“Fuck yes,” he pulled back just far enough for you to hear him clearly. He lapped at your clit appreciatively before continuing. “There you go, princess. Ride my fucking tongue.”
“O-Oh my god,” you whined, shuddering as the knot in your lower belly wound tighter and tighter. His fingers curled, brushing against a spot that had you seeing stars. “Fuck! Noah, I’m–”
“Do it,” he ordered. “Cum on my tongue.” Another hit to your g-spot coupled with teeth grazing your clit sent you over the edge. You cried out, eyes squeezing shut as he worked you through your orgasm. Your mind was still fuzzy as you were flipped onto your back, once again caged in by Noah’s arms.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled before crashing his lips into yours, pulling you into a desperate, hungry kiss that was all tongue and teeth. You squirmed under him as you felt his tip line up at your entrance.
“Hold on to me.” That was your only warning before he bottomed out in one swift thrust. Your jaw dropped, eyes rolling back as you reached up to dig your nails into his shoulder blades. Noah peppered your neck with little kisses, stopping to nip and suck on the skin as a way of distracting himself while you adjusted.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered into your neck, gripping your comforter to keep a hold on his fragile composure. Your pussy fluttered from the low gravel in his voice. “Baby, you gotta stop squeezing me like that or I’m not gonna last.”
“You can move,” you said after a few more agonizing moments. He kissed your pulse point one more time before pulling back from your neck. He hovered over you, watching your face for any signs of pain as he rolled his hips into yours. Slowly but steadily, he built up a rhythm that had your back arching and your thighs tightening around his waist. Your eyes clamped shut while you tried to hide in the crook of his neck, embarrassed by the sounds you couldn’t keep from spilling out.
“Eyes on me,” Noah stated breathlessly, gently pushing you flat against the mattress with a hand wrapped around your throat. He kept his hand there even after you forced your eyes open. Not squeezing. Just resting so he could feel your pulse jump under the weight of his palm.
“I wanna hear you,” he said somewhere between a growl and a sigh. “I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum on my cock.” He sat up on his knees, panting as he brushed his hair back, which was way hotter than necessary. He smirked before pushing your knees closer to your chest.
“Oh my god-!” You let out a nearly pornographic moan as the new angle had him hitting deeper. His tip brushed against every sensitive spot on your walls, even some you didn’t know existed. Every thrust brought you closer to your second release as his pelvis bumped your clit.
“You getting close, baby?” He smirked as you nodded rapidly, clinging to any part of him you could reach. “Fuck, look at you, princess. Got my pretty girl fucked stupid already. Takin’ my cock so well.”
“F-Fuck, Noah! Please, please, please,” you begged repeatedly as tears gathered on your lashline.
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“Please let me cum!” Your shameless pleading and moaning clouded his mind, setting off something primal. He grinned wickedly as his hips snapped harshly into yours.
“You can cum, but I’m not done with you yet,” his approval had a wave of pleasure crashing into you. But he didn’t stop. He slowed down to a more languid pace which offered little relief as his thrusts hit harder and impossibly deeper, punching the air right out of your lungs.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me,” he groaned, hips stuttering as your pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, princess, I’m close. Where–?”
“Inside,” you answered before the question even left his mouth. He gaped at you, faltering momentarily.
“Are you sure?” You nodded again, somehow managing to get your legs wrapped around his waist with your ankles locked behind his back. He tried not to look too excited and failed miserably, grinning with absolute smug satisfaction with your answer.
“Shit, you want me to fill your greedy little cunt up with my cum?” You weren’t given a chance to respond as he used a hand to press on the area just below your belly button. His free hand snaked between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit.
“I’m gonna give it to you, baby,” he drawled, words slurring together a bit as his own orgasm drew closer. “I wanna see it dripping out of you, fuck–” He cut his pussydrunk rambling off with a deep groan, moving the hand that was on your belly to the mattress next to your head. He bottomed out, shuddering as ropes his cum spilled into your pussy. You couldn’t tell if you were cumming again or if the last one ever stopped. He continued to lazily roll his hips until you made a soft noise of discomfort from the overstimulation. He pressed his forehead against yours.
“Sorry,” he mumbled before cupping your face with both hands and capturing your lips in a sweet, tender kiss. It was strangely romantic, considering his cock was still buried in you. Once his breathing evened out a bit, Noah pulled out, taking a moment to watch his cum slowly leak from your abused pussy.
“That’s hot as fuck,” he sighed before collapsing on his side next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his chest despite the thin layer of sweat covering both of you.
“You’re such a weirdo,” you giggled softly while burrowing into the crook of his neck.
“Yeah, but you love me anyway,” Noah replied with a satisfied hum, gently scratching your scalp and subsequently making you melt into a sappy puddle.
“Hmm, unfortunately.”
“Hey!” He immediately protested even though he knew you weren’t being serious. “You’re not allowed to joke like that when you still have my cum in you. Now say you love me, princess.”
“I love you, Noah.” He grinned as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
Summary
Chan and Seungmin's chat with your mom doesn't go super well. Then on your first day back at classes, you get some help in an unexpected place
Warnings
i don't think there are any for this chapter, lmk if i need to add any tho, this is not proofread and i wrote it in like 3 hours lol
Series Masterlist
Min-Ji sat in a peaceful silence, curled up in the corner of her sofa with a book in hand and a mug of hot tea on the table next to her. Several harsh, rapid knocks on her front door rudely pulled her attention away from her book. Her brows furrowed in an irritated scowl. Who the hell was making such a racket at ten in the morning on a Sunday?! What could possibly be so important? Min-Ji flung the front door open, ready to chew out whoever decided to disturb her day off.
“We need to talk,” Chan demanded as he stepped into your childhood home, shoulder-checking Min-Ji in the process. Yes, it was incredibly immature, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. Seungmin brushed past your mom much more gently than the alpha did.
“Oh-” Min-Ji paused to scoff, shaking her head in disbelief. “Sure, come on in,” she remarked sarcastically as she shut the door.
“Yeah, I really don’t need the attitude right now,” Chan shot back.
“Excuse me?! Watch your tone with me, or–”
“Okay!” Seungmin loudly interrupted before a full-blown argument could break out. He turned to Min-Ji, putting himself between her and his pissed off pack alpha. “I’m sorry to drop in unannounced, but there’s a very serious situation going on with our pack right now.”
“Situation?” She faltered, looking between the two idols as her irritation slowly turned into worry. “What’s going on? Is Y/N okay?”
“Of course she’s okay, she’s my omega. She’s in my pack. I protect what’s mine,” Chan replied while moving closer to Seungmin, pressing against the beta’s back with a hand settling on his hip. “I guess that’s a foreign concept to you–”
“Chan,” Seungmin hissed, throwing a glare over his shoulder. “If you’re gonna insult her, then let me do the talking. That’s why you brought me, isn’t it?” Chan huffed through his nose, but kept his mouth shut. A muscle in his neck twitched as he ground his teeth, staring daggers at your mom over the youngest beta’s shoulder.
“I’m going to choose to ignore that,” Min-Ji grumbled and crossed her arms defensively over her chest. “Tell me what’s happening.”
“A lot of our pack’s information was leaked online,” Seungmin explained. “Anyone that follows us now knows that Y/N is in our pack and mated to more than one member.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Yes, it is. We haven’t even decided if we wanted to make our relationship with Y/N public at all,” he continued, grabbing Chan’s unoccupied hand to keep the restless alpha from pacing around the living room. “It’s… difficult being a public figure. We were still trying to figure out if the pros of announcing her would outweigh the cons.”
“I hope you’re not implying that being mated to my daughter is some kind of burden,” Min-Ji said, squinting at them suspiciously. Chan stiffened behind Seungmin, inhaling sharply at the accusation. He let the argument die in his throat when Seungmin squeezed his hand, releasing the breath in a rough exhale that bordered on a growl.
“That’s not what I’m saying,” Seungmin clarified, keeping his voice even and confident despite his own annoyance. “There are stalkers. There are people that feel entitled to us. There are people that see any romantic relationship as a betrayal to the fans. None of us want to put Y/N at risk, and if that meant keeping her secret, then that’s what we would have done.”
“Oh…”
“And to make matters worse, someone found the designation certificates for every one of our pack members. They were posted across multiple social media platforms,” he finished with a tired sigh, mentally rolling his eyes at Min-Ji’s dumbfounded expression.
“But that’s illegal,” she blurted out, immediately cringing at herself afterwards.
“No shit,” Chan swore under his breath, earning an elbow to the ribs from Seungmin. He grimaced and pressed his lips into a thin line to prevent any other comments from slipping out.
“I assume you’ve gone to the police?” Min-Ji questioned, totally oblivious to the little interaction between the two idols.
“We have, and so far the only thing they’ve been able to tell us is that the original posts were from two IP addresses,” Seungmin replied. “So either two different people made the posts, one person posted from two separate networks, or one person posted using a VPN.”
“Okay, wow, that’s…” Min-Ji trailed off as she attempted to wrap her head around the new information. “That’s a lot. I’m not sure what I can do, but if you need any help, please let me know.”
“Actually–”
“You can help by telling us why the fuck you’ve been texting your pathetic excuse of an ex-husband,” Chan aggressively butted back into the conversation. Min-Ji stared at him, wide-eyed, while uselessly opening and closing her mouth.
“What?” She exclaimed after looking like a fool for a few seconds.
“Oh, come on,” the alpha scoffed, utterly unimpressed. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“No, I don’t. I haven’t been–”
“So Yiseo was lying?” Chan interrupted, tilting his head to the side with a brow raised. “You haven’t been texting Taeyoung about Y/N?”
“No,” Min-Ji insisted, but her eyes darted nervously around the room. She shifted in place, digging her nails into her bicep. “I haven’t been in contact with him.
“Min-Ji, please,” Seungmin tried to reason with her one last time. “This is about Y/N’s safety.” Your packmates looked at your mom expectantly.
“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” she responded quietly, refusing to meet their eyes. The disappointment in the room was palpable as Seungmin visibly deflated.
“Fine,” Chan spat, gently nudging Seungmin toward the door despite his harsh tone. He paused in the doorway to glare at your mom. “Until you’re willing to tell us the truth, consider your relationship with Y/N over.” The door slammed shut behind them. The silence that filled the room was no longer peaceful.
Normally you would be excited for the first day of a new semester- especially this semester, since it was your last one before graduation. But with the shitshow going on online, you dreaded going to campus.
It’s fine, everything will be fine. Just watch, it’s been long enough for everything to blow over, you thought, trying very, very hard to be optimistic even though your foot bounced rapidly against the cement. You stood at the entrance of the dorms with Chan and Minho, waiting for Jeonghoon and Jiyoung to pull up in the car. They were late, which was extremely weird for them. Minho wanted to call them, but you managed to convince him to wait a few more minutes. You always left early, so it’s not like you were actually running late to class. You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of approaching tires.
“Good morning,” you greeted Jeonghoon as he stepped out of the car. He was alone, which was also weird. You’ve never actually seen one twin without the other. They were like a package deal.
“I apologize.” Okay, Jeonghoon actually started a conversation. Something was definitely off. “My sister won’t be able to join us for a few days, she just started her rut.”
“No worries,” you assured him. It was a perfectly normal reason to miss work. Obviously there would be a point where one or both of their ruts fell on the same days you had classes. So why did you have such a bad feeling about today?
“Let’s get going,” Minho chimed in. He and Chan hovered close to you, with the latter keeping a finger hooked protectively in your belt loop. Maybe you weren’t the only one with a bad feeling. Your classes flew by, and by the time you had a break to eat lunch, you were beginning to wonder why you felt so nervous in the first place.
“No! None of you are coming into the women’s bathroom,” you stated firmly. This was the one downside of Jiyoung calling out.
“Y/N, baby, please,” Chan sighed. “I don’t want you alone right now.”
“I know, but if I let you come into the bathroom with me, it would be a huge breach of privacy to the other students,” you argued, and you were right. Chan knew you were right, but that didn’t mean he liked it. “I’ll be quick, okay?”
“Alright,” he reluctantly agreed, moving to lean next to Minho against the wall opposite of the bathroom door. There was only one other girl in the restroom, so you didn’t have to wait for a stall. You opened the door once you were finished, only to be shoved back in by the other girl. Your protest was silenced before it even formed in your mind as she covered your mouth with one hand, using the other to lock the door. She held a finger in front of her lips, signalling you to stay quiet as the bathroom door opened. You had no reason to, but your gut told you to listen to this girl.
“Leah, are you in here?” An unfamiliar voice called out.
“Yeah, what’s up?” The girl, Leah, apparently, replied. You scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion.
“Bang Chan and Lee Know are in the hall,” the mystery girl said. “Is that alpha-stealing whore in here with you?” Excuse you, alpha-stealing?!
“No, I haven’t seen her all day,” Leah lied, making your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline.
“Ugh, then why are they hanging around out here?!”
“I’m not sure, babes. You better hurry, though, or you’re gonna be late for orgo,” she urged her friend. “I’ll see you at the cafe later, m’kay?”
“Fine,” the other girl whined before leaving the bathroom. Leah waited until the door shut completely to unlock the stall.
“I’m so sorry if I scared you,” she apologized as you both stepped up to the sinks.
“Who was that, and why is she calling me a whore?” You asked while aggressively washing your hands.
“Her name is Hae-Won. She used to be my closest friend, but recently she’s… changed,” Leah explained, anxiously picking at her nails. You frowned at the familiar habit and covered her hands with your own to stop it. She looked at you with guilt in her eyes.
“Do you know something, Leah?” You questioned gently. She slowly nodded her head.
“She helped Yuna’s ex spread that rumor about you,” she quickly explained. You blinked at her, stunned.
“Rumor?”
“Well, they thought it was a rumor. They’re the ones that posted about you being in Stray Kids’ pack,” she continued. “I don’t think either of them expected it to be true, but it was. And that’s why Hae-Won called you a whore. She thought you were with Yuna, but then found out you actually are mated to some of the members and, I don’t know, I guess she thought you were cheating on Yuna. Not that she really cares about Yuna’s feelings, but–”
“Okay, hold on,” you interrupted her rambling so it didn’t turn into an overly detailed rant. “Let me make sure I’m understanding you correctly, okay?”
“Sure.”
“Yuna’s stupid plan to make her ex jealous actually worked. She and Hae-Won thought that Yuna and I were dating, right?” You paused to raise your brows. She nodded once.
“And instead of getting mad at Yuna, they got mad at me and decided to spread a rumor that I was in Stray Kids’ pack,” you paused again, this time to scoff at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.
“Yeah. Which is a really weird rumor to spread, honestly,” Leah chuckled dryly. “I mean, what’s the point?”
“They phrased it to make me look bad. It made it seem like I tricked the members or somehow bought my place in the pack,” you clarified. “They probably knew that any Stray Kids fans on campus would come after me.”
“Oh, right.”
“Anyway, they were actually right, and because of that, Hae-Won thought I was cheating on Yuna with Stray Kids?” You concluded with a heavy sigh.
“It’s stupid, I know,” Leah mumbled and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“That’s literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” you muttered to yourself before addressing Leah again. “Why are you telling me this if Hae-Won is your closest friend?”
“Was. She was my closest friend, but she’s been hanging around with the wrong people, and nothing I’ve said has gotten through to her,” she replied, shoulders slumped in defeat. “I can’t just sit by and let her terrorize your life. It’s not fair to you.”
“Thank you. It feels like every other student hates me right now. I seriously thought you were going to hurt me, but I’m glad I was wrong,” you said with a small, but genuine, smile. The corners of Leah’s mouth twitched up.
“I should let you get back to class,” she mumbled, eyes flitting between you and the bathroom door.
“Hey, uhh…” you trailed off momentarily to figure out your wording. “Was, um, was Hae-Won also involved in posting my pack’s designation certificates?”
“She wasn’t,” Leah answered. She sighed at the frustration that took over your expression. “It sounds kinda fucked up, but I wish she was. It would’ve been so much easier for you if it was her behind everything.”
“It’s alright, you’ve honestly been a huge help,” you waved away her concern. Your phone buzzed multiple times in your pocket. You had a whole string of missed texts from Chan and Minho.
“Oh, shit,” you swore while digging around in your backpack. You ripped out a bit of notebook paper, scribbling down your phone number.
“Text me. I might need your help again later.” You shoved the paper into Leah’s hand before rushing into the hallway, leaving her confused but happy at the same time.
“Y/N! Oh, holy fuck,” Chan exclaimed, yanking you into his chest as soon as you were in arm’s reach. “God, you scared the shit out of me.”
“I’m sorry,” you apologized just as Minho and Jeonghoon jogged up from opposite ends of the hall. Minho immediately latched on to you and Chan, pressing his forehead against your temple.
“Jesus Christ, don’t do that,” Minho scolded half-heartedly.
“I’m sorry!”
“Baby, you were in there for fifteen minutes,” Chan pointed out. “What the hell were you doing?”
“I’m not sure you’re gonna believe me, it was kind of wild.” Chan and Minho shared a look over your head. Minho nodded, prompting Chan to continue.
Hello love I REALLY love your work it’s honestly amazing
If u don’t mind me asking when will you be releasing the rest of pack mentality I DONT WANT U TO OVERWORK URSELF NOT AT ALL but I was only curious thank u☺️
i'm not really sure, tbh. writing has been more difficult for me lately, especially trying to work out so many different storylines 😅
i'm probably gonna end up working on one story at a time, likely starting w pack mentality since i have a better idea of an ending for that one
summary
you are given three blessings through the will of Eywa. the first opens a new world of possibilities. the second reveals hidden feelings. the third allows your family to expand into something beautiful and full of love
warnings
canon-typical violence, jake is pissed pissed, he's actually lowk scary, everyone is super protective over reader (you'll see why), don't ask me how any of the science works i'm making it up
NOT canon compliant!!!!!!!
part one ⚝ part two ⚝ part three
N/N = nickname
Na’vi translations:
ikran: mountain banshee
syaksyuk: prolemuris
palulukan: thanator
yawne: beloved
hì'i syulang: little flower
kawng fnele: evil woman
lu nice, skxawng: be nice, idiot
nga: you
flrr: gentle
skxawng: moron
ma ‘ite: my daughter
sa’nok: mother
taw 'ite: sky daughter
tsahìk: clan spiritual leader
You felt like shit. Absolute fucking garbage for almost a week now. You had no idea what could’ve possibly happened for your body to commit total mutiny against you, so you quietly slipped from the village to visit the outpost. Old habits died hard, though, as you dramatically threw the door to the lab open.
“N/N! Oh my god, it’s been for-fucking-ever!!” Amelia, your human best friend and one of the doctors at the outpost, squealed in delight upon seeing you. She jumped up from her stool, ready to crush you in a hug, but faltered when she noticed how miserable you looked. “Oh, shit, what’s wrong?”
“I think I caught some kind of stomach bug,” you complained while flopping heavily on a couch that sat in the corner of the lab. “I’ve been constantly nauseous and I’ve been throwing up a lot. Can you run some tests to see what it is?”
“Of course!” She immediately scurried away to grab a swab, a needle, and specimen containers. She quickly and expertly took a few samples, pausing to press the back of her hand to your forehead. “No fever. How long has this been going on?”
“Uhh, around five days?”
“Have you seen Mo’at?” She called over her shoulder as she moved to her desk.
“...no.” Amelia leaned around her computer to raise a brow at you.
“And why not?”
“Because if Mo’at knows I’m not feeling well, she’s gonna tell Jake and Neytiri,” you admitted in a mumble as you crossed your arms childishly over your chest.
“And that’s a bad thing becaaaauuse…?” She trailed off, looking at you expectantly. You groaned loudly, sinking lower on the couch cushion.
“Because then they’re gonna focus on me instead of their clan duties and I don’t want to be a burden and–”
“Y/N,” Amelia snapped, cutting off your self-deprecating rant. “Obviously they’re gonna prioritize you! You’re their mate, for fuck’s sake, and I can guarantee that neither of them think you’re a burden.”
“But–”
“Ah, ah, ah!” You glared at the motherly tone she used with you, despite her being only a few months older than you. “Think about it, N/N. If it was the other way around, and one of them was sick, would you say they were being a burden?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“See? So promise me that you’ll tell them once you’re back at the village, even if all of the tests come back negative,” she demanded as she waltzed back to the couch, dropping down next to you with a soft ‘oof’.
“Fine, I promise,” you raised your hands in defeat. Amelia nodded, satisfied, before making idle chit-chat while the machines analyzed the samples. A few minutes later, her alarm went off and she hopped up to look over the results. She tapped her foot impatiently while reading until she hit the line for a very specific test. She froze, jaw dropped and staring at her screen.
“Amelia, why are you making that face? Is it bad?” You asked nervously, sitting up straight on the edge of the cushion.
“Well,” she snorted, biting back laughter as she moved the results to her tablet. “It’s definitely a stomach bug, but it’s not one you’re getting rid of anytime soon.”
“What?” Your brows furrowed as you took the tablet, suspicious of her mischievous grin. You read the screen. Paused. Closed your eyes and counted to ten. Read the screen again.
“I’m pregnant?!”
“Yes, ma’am!” Amelia chirped happily, practically vibrating in her seat from her poorly contained excitement.
“How is that possible?” You asked while blinking rapidly, as if the word ‘positive’ would somehow cruelly change to ‘negative’, like some kind of sick joke from the universe.
“I have no fucking idea, but I have a radio! You can call Jake, or would you rather tell him and Neytiri in person?” She beamed, her smile slowly falling the longer you stayed silent. “N/N? Are you okay? Do you… do you not want the baby?”
“No!” You nearly shouted before she even finished asking the question. “No, I want it. I just- how far along am I?”
“About six weeks.”
“I can’t tell them. Not yet,” you said while shaking your head.
“What?! Y/N, you can’t keep this a secret!” Amelia argued, now pacing in front of you.
“Do you even realize how fucking devastated he’ll be if I tell him now, only to miscarry a few days later?! He–” you faltered, breath hitching under the intense glare she pinned you with. She crouched in front of you, holding your hands in hers while looking you dead in the eye.
“Y/N, you need to hear me when I say this,” she stressed with a slight tremor in her voice. “You cannot do this alone. If you lose the baby, you will need them. My support won’t be enough. You need to tell them.”
“Amelia, I…” you trailed off, breaking eye contact as you took a deep breath, willing away the tears in your eyes. “I know. Just… just two weeks, okay? I’ll tell them once I’m at eight weeks, after we know the heartbeat is strong and confirm movement.”
“Alright,” she sighed, letting her harsh expression melt into one of sympathy. “We can wait, but you’re coming here every day until you tell them.”
“Okay.”
Somehow you managed to make your daily trips to the outpost without anyone noticing. Today you held a manila envelope in your hands as you returned to the village, looking for Jake and Neytiri. Luckily, they were at the family tent together. Even luckier, none of the kids were there.
“Hey,” you greeted as you poked your head in the doorway. Their smiles immediately brightened. “Can we talk? Alone?”
“Uhh,” Jake paused to glance at Neytiri, then around the tent, before looking at you with raised brows. “Are we… not alone?”
“Yes, but somewhere else,” you clarified nothing with your explanation. They blinked at you, confused. You huffed impatiently. “Can we go into the forest to talk so we have privacy and no one walks in on us? Please?” Jake sent Neytiri another odd look from the corner of his eyes, earning a half-hearted shrug from her before she stood. Jake shook his head, but followed you and Neytiri as you left the village. You stopped at a clearing a few minutes away, pointing at a root for them to sit on.
“Are you gonna explain what’s goin’ on now?” Jake asked as he sat next to Neytiri.
“Yes, here,” you said while handing them the envelope. Inside, there was a photo and a sheet of paper. Jake and Neytiri tilted their heads in sync as they analyzed the grainy photo.
“Sweetheart, what, exactly, am I looking at?” Jake squinted at the photo, like he could somehow intimidate it into revealing its secrets.
“That’s my ultrasound from this morning,” you answered.
“Ultrasound…?” Jake trailed off, looking at the photo, then the grin tugging at the corner of your lips, then back at the photo. “Ultrasound?!” He laughed in disbelief as he shoved the envelope and its contents into Neytiri’s hands so he could pull you to stand between his legs.
“I do not understand,” Neytiri interjected. “What is an ultrasound?”
“It’s a type of medical imaging humans use,” you explained while Jake continued to stare at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “It can be used for a lot of different things, but the most common is monitoring the progress of a woman’s pregnancy.”
“Pregnancy?” Neytiri repeated, instantly losing interest in the photo.
“Y/N,” Jake started, cupping your face in both hands. “Is this real? You better not be fucking with me, or I swear to god–”
“Jake!” You cut him off with an indignant squawk. “I would never joke about something like this!”
“So it’s real?” Neytiri asked as her eyes flicked from your face down to your stomach.
“Yes, it’s real.”
“And it’s mine?” Jake’s voice quavered, almost like he was scared to hear the answer.
“It is, look at the paper,” you instructed, tapping the paper that was now slightly crumpled in Neytiri’s grip. “I didn’t think it was necessary, since you two are the only people I’ve had sex with since I got to Pandora, but Amelia insisted on doing a paternity test.”
“How is this possible?” Neytiri whispered as she read and reread the words circled in red: 99.99998 percent match.
“I don’t know, but–”
“But who fucking cares?!” Jake interrupted. “You’re having my baby!” He leaned down to pepper your face with little kisses.
“Yes, I am- okay, Jake, relax!” You giggled at his overwhelming display of affection.
“Relax?!” He scoffed, nearly folding himself in half just so he could press his forehead against your belly. “How the hell am I supposed to relax when you’ve got my baby right here?”
“Dork,” you teased while lightly scratching his scalp.
“Yawne,” Neytiri muttered, drawing your attention to her. Your grin faltered at the sight of tears welling in her eyes.
“Oh, fuck, are you okay? I’m sorry–”
“Do not apologize,” she hissed through clenched teeth. She would’ve appeared angry if she hadn’t wrapped herself around you and Jake, hugging both of you tightly as she kissed your forehead. “I am so, so happy, hì'i syulang.” You were doing a surprisingly good job at holding yourself together, until Neytiri’s tears hit the top of your head and Jake’s dampened your belly.
“Stop crying! You’re gonna make me cry,” you whined even though you were definitely already crying. Neither of them dignified that with a response. You stayed in your huddle until Jake’s back began to ache from being hunched over for so long. He sat up with a grunt, rolling his shoulders before clearing his throat.
“So,” he sniffled and swiped at his cheeks, trying to appear nonchalant and not like he just spent the last ten minutes silently bawling. “How far along are you?”
“Eight weeks.”
“And you’re just telling us now?” He asked with his brows raised.
“Listen, I wanted to make sure the baby is healthy first!” You defended, gently brushing your knuckles across Neytiri’s cheek as she nuzzled into the crook of your neck.
“Say that again,” Jake sighed with a sappy, lovestruck grin.
“What? The baby?”
“Our baby,” he cooed while pulling you into his chest, earning an irritated hiss from Neytiri as she was forced out of her hiding spot. She blinked, then sat up straight as she came to a realization.
“When do you want to tell the older children?”
“I wanted to wait until I’m at ten weeks,” you explained. “That way we can tell them if they’re gonna have a brother or a sister.”
“Sweetheart, do you really expect us to act normal for two weeks?” Jake protested, resting a hand on the skin right below your belly button.
“Yes,” you replied flatly. He huffed, propping his chin on the top of your head.
“Kawng fnele,” he grumbled under his breath.
“Hey!” You and Neytiri immediately ganged up on him.
“I heard that, rudeass!”
“Lu nice, skxawng!”
“And to think, this is the thanks I get for carrying your child.”
“Nga–”
“Okay, okay, damn! I’m sorry, Jesus–! Stop yelling at me in two languages!”
True to their word, Jake and Neytiri managed to act like you weren’t pregnant for the next two weeks. Well, Neytiri did a much better job than Jake did. Obviously. But now you found yourself in that same clearing, nearly bursting at the seams with the excitement of revealing the baby’s sex. Just like before, they sat on a tree root with you standing in front of them.
“Well? Is it a boy or a girl?” Neytiri asked impatiently, leaning forward on her elbows with her growing anticipation.
“Yes,” you answered with a barely-suppressed grin. Neytiri’s brows furrowed slightly.
“That wasn’t a yes or no question, sweetheart,” Jake commented sourly, seeing as he was just as impatient as Neytiri.
“Jake,” you stated, slowly raising your eyebrows. “Think about it really hard.” You could practically see the gears in his head shifting as he scrunched up his nose. You and Neytiri stared at him in a judgemental silence. Just as you were about to take pity on him, Jake gasped like he’d solved the world’s hardest math problem.
“Twins?!” He shouted, starling some birds out of the nearby trees. You rubbed your temple with two fingers.
“Yes, Jake, it’s twin- ack!” You cut yourself off with an odd, strangled sound at the back of your throat as he pounced on you. He twisted so he was laying on his back, yanking you down in the process to lay on his chest.
“Jake! Flrr!” Neytiri scolded while he laughed and wrapped his arms tighter around your waist.
“Oh, fuck-” you wheezed, weakly smacking his bicep. “Jake, I can’t breathe, you big idiot!”
“Sorry! I’m sorry,” he apologized without an ounce of remorse in his voice. He loosened his hold on you enough for you to have wiggle room, but not enough that you’d be able to get up.
“What are twins?” Neytiri asked once his laughter settled down.
“Humans can sometimes carry more than one child in a pregnancy,” you explained, propping yourself up on your forearms to look up at her.
“Ow- watch the elbows.”
“When there are two, it’s called having twins,” you concluded, deliberately ignoring Jake’s complaint.
“My brother was my twin,” Jake added. “I could’ve sworn I told you that.”
“You did, but you did not explain what twins meant,” Neytiri reminded him with a raised brow.
“Oh, oops.”
“Hì'i syulang, does this mean you are having two?” She turned her question to you while her tail flicked happily behind her.
“Yes, a boy and a girl,” you confirmed, making her grin grow impossibly wider.
“We must tell my mother and the children!” She jumped to her feet, gently tugging you out of Jake’s arms despite his protests.
“Right now?” You yelped quietly in surprise as she lifted you onto her back. “Oh, you two aren’t gonna let me do a damn thing now…”
“Yes and correct, yawne,” Neytiri said as she walked off toward the village, not bothering to check if Jake was following.
“Hey, Kiri?” Lo’ak poked his sister’s arm as she weaved a new strap for her ikran’s saddle.
“What?” She replied without looking up from her work. She was used to his prodding at this point.
“Have you noticed that N/N has gained weight?” That made her drop the strap, whipping around to glare at Lo’ak.
“Skxawng!” She hissed and smacked his shoulder- hard.
“Ow, goddamn!” He yelped, rubbing the stinging skin while scooting away from her. “What the hell, Kiri?!”
“You better not say anything like that to N/N,” she warned, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s rude, Lo’ak! You might make her feel bad about herself, dumbass,” Kiri lectured her younger brother. "Besides, I have a feeling this isn't just weight gain."
“Ohh,” he hummed, nodding as if coming to a grand realization. “Well, what–?”
“Lo’ak, Kiri,” Jake interrupted, to Kiri’s relief. “Come on, we’re having a family meeting.” After that, it didn’t take long to wrangle the rest of the Sully kids into the tent. They, along with Mo’at, settled in a loose semicircle in front of you, Jake, and Neytiri. You were perched comfortably on Neytiri’s lap.
“Alright, we have some very good news,” Jake announced, making the kids perk up.
“Tuktirey,” Neytiri softly addressed her soon-to-be second youngest daughter.
“Yes, mama?”
“You are going to be a big sister,” she said, pulling a high-pitched, excited squeal from Tuk.
“Ma ‘ite, you did not tell me you were with child again,” Mo’at fretted. “Are you using the correct herbs in your tea? Have you–?”
“Sa’nok,” Neytiri gently interrupted. “I did not tell you because I am not with child.”
“I am,” you finally spoke up. Kiri shot Lo'ak a grin that screamed told you so. To your surprise, Spider let out a short, victorious cheer.
“Yes! A sibling that isn’t twice my size!”
“Hey!” Lo’ak complained, shoving Spider playfully on the shoulder.
“Oh, come on, bro,” Spider retorted, shoving him right back. “You know I love you guys.”
“Ew, don’t get all sappy–”
“Alright, enough,” Jake ended the back-and-forth.
“This is wonderful news!” Mo’at exclaimed. “Who is the father? I admit, I do not know the names of many of the men at the outpost.”
“I’m the father,” Jake declared proudly.
“Yes, Jakesully, you will raise the child as your own. But–”
“No, I’m serious,” he stated firmly. “I’m the biological father.”
“What?! How?” Kiri asked while Mo’at gasped softly.
“We don’t know,” you replied, shrugging at the wide-eyed stare she sent your way.
“Oh, taw 'ite,” Mo’at grinned, holding a hand out to you. “Come, child. May I?” Her eyes drifted down to your stomach as you hopped out of Neytiri’s lap. You nodded, letting the tsahìk place a gentle hand on your growing belly. “Tell me, is it a boy or a girl?”
“That’s the best part,” Jake sat up a little straighter as he gloated. “She’s having both.”
“Oh my god, twins?!” Spider beamed, shaking a confused Lo’ak by the shoulders.
“What’s that mean?” Tuk tilted her head curiously at him.
“It means we’re gonna have a baby brother and a baby sister,” he explained, sending a renewed wave of excitement through his siblings. All of the Sully kids vocalized their delight through various clicks, whoops, and chirps. They took turns crushing you in hugs while Jake and Neytiri watched fondly.
The news spread through the village like wildfire and now the Omatikaya treated you as if you were made of glass. It was a little annoying, but you couldn’t really blame them. After all, most, if not all of the villagers had never seen a human pregnant. Na’vi infants were fragile, so they could only imagine how small and helpless a human baby could be.
You were past the first trimester. You were still hardly showing at that point, but it was enough for the village women to fuss over you at every possible opportunity. They were all so sweet, but it was so overwhelming. Norm, having seen the fatigue slowly bleed into your expression, invited you to help him collect samples of some wildflowers growing in a field a few minutes from the village. Did he really need these samples? No. These flowers were incredibly common. But it was an excuse to leave the doting hands of the villagers for a little while.
You and Norm, who was driving his Avatar, sat in a comfortable silence. You hummed to yourself, pretending to be busy so any wandering villagers that happened to pass by wouldn’t be able to tell that you were just braiding the flowers into a crown. You glanced up at the sound of some rustling leaves, expecting to see a curious animal. Instead, you locked eyes with one of RDA’s Recombinant soldiers.
“Shit! Norm, it’s–” You screamed as a set of arms lifted you off the ground. A hand slapped over your mouth to silence you, covering almost the entire bottom half of your face. Norm whipped around, knife in hand, only to get hit in the temple by the butt of a rifle. He collapsed on his side with a groan, blinking sluggishly to clear away the stars clouding his vision. His head spun dangerously as he attempted to push himself upright, reaching out helplessly as you were carried deeper into the forest.
“Oh my god, oh fuck,” Norm swore under his breath as he forced himself to stand, desperately ignoring the wave of nausea that crashed into him. He stumbled back to the village, using the trees as support, and was relieved to find Neteyam right away.
“Norm?! You’re bleeding, what happened?” Neteyam asked while grabbing the Avatar’s arms to help steady him.
“Where’s your mom?”
“Hey, you’re hurt pretty bad, we need to get you to the–”
“Neteyam, where is your mother?” Norm demanded, hissing from the throbbing in his head. Neteyam’s lips pressed into a thin line as he tugged Norm over to his family’s tent. Neytiri sat outside with Kiri and Tuk, laughing softly as the girls played hand games. Her smile dropped immediately when she noticed his approach, rushing to meet him halfway.
“What happened? Where is Y/N?” Her eyes darted around frantically. She even leaned around Norm to see if you were hiding behind him, for whatever reason.
“RDA soldiers snuck up on us,” he explained breathlessly. “Three Recoms and two humans. They took her.” Neytiri stared for a moment, jaw clenched, before stalking into the tent to grab her bow.
“Kiri, stay here with Tuk,” she ordered as she left the tent. “Neteyam, let’s go.” Norm sighed in relief as he watched them run toward the forest. They didn’t need his help tracking you, not with the messy trail the RDA always left behind. The pain from his temple coupled with the loss of adrenaline sent him tumbling to the ground.
Jake stood behind Lo’ak and Spider, watching in amusement as the two boys struggled to free a young syaksyuk from a hole in the trunk of a tree. The creature had spotted fruit in the tree and subsequently got its head stuck when it reached in to grab the sweet treat. Finally, with one last pull, the young primate slid out of the tree, sending the boys onto their butts from the momentum. Jake shook his head while his sons cackled as the syaksyuk scurried away.
“Sounds like you’re having fun, Sully,” a voice, one that was unfortunately way too familiar, drawled from behind him. Jake sighed heavily. He didn’t have his gun. Of fucking course the one day he chose to leave it at the village was the day that Miles fucking Quaritch decided to show up. That man was like a goddamn cockroach. He slowly reached for his knife, slightly relieved that Spider and Lo’ak were tensed and ready to run.
“Not so fast, corporal,” Quaritch warned in an annoying, sing-song voice. “I’d leave that knife right where it is.”
“Yeah? Why should I listen to you?” Jake snapped, tail flicking in agitation from the former colonel’s chuckle.
“Cus I have something of yours, and I doubt you want to see her poked full of holes,” Quaritch taunted with a smirk that grew wider when Jake froze.
“Her?” Jake repeated quietly, chest heaving as the cold hand of fear gripped his heart.
“If you put your hands on your head, I’ll let ya turn around without putting a bullet in your forehead,” Quaritch offered. Jake huffed through his nose, but folded his hands behind his head before slowly turning. The air was punched right out of his lungs as he processed the sight of you held above the ground by one of Quaritch’s arms. The other held the edge of a knife against your throat. You clawed at the hand covering your mouth, doing next to no damage to his tougher skin.
“Let her go,” Jake seethed as his hands dropped to his sides, curled into painfully tight fists. A muscle in his jaw twitched when your panicked, watery eyes met his.
“Hands on your head, Sully!” Quaritch shouted, gripping the handle of his knife harder.
“Let her go!” Jake shouted right back.
“You wanna play games? Fine.” You shrieked as the cold, steel blade pushed into your throat, leaving behind a small cut. Time moved in slow motion as Jake watched a bead of blood drip from the knife. His vision blurred at the edges. Jake’s focus shifted from the tears streaming down your face to the hand muffling your cries, further down to the knife against your neck, now coated in a thin layer of your blood, before settling on your little baby bump.
He couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of his own heart in his ears and his instincts screaming at him to protect, protect, protect, protectprotectprotectprotectPROTECT–
A primal, animalistic growl tore from the back of his throat, a sound he's never made before in his life. The human RDA soldiers jolted back while the Recoms were rooted in place. Even Quaritch faltered, letting the knife fall a bit in his shock. Jake lunged at him, making him drop his blade, but also forcing him to drop you. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself to hit the ground, only to fall onto a warm chest.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Lo’ak reassured while moving closer to the tree that the syaksyuk was stuck in not even five minutes ago. You opened your eyes just in time to see Neytiri pounce on one of the other Recoms.
“Keep her safe!” Neteyam barked, pointing between Lo’ak and Spider before joining his parents in the fight. Lo’ak kept you caged protectively in his arms while Spider stood in front of you, knife raised and ready to strike. You couldn’t see past the two boys, a deliberate choice from them to shield you from the violence.
“Fall back, fall back!” Quaritch ordered after both humans and one of the Recoms were killed. As he and the two remaining Recombinants fled, Quaritch risked a glance over his shoulder. He’d never admit this to a single soul, but a shiver went down his spine from the intense ferocity of the glares Jake, Neytiri, and the Sully boys sent his way. Neytiri and Neteyam rushed to your side as soon as the Recoms were out of sight, but Jake paced the treeline with a snarl mean enough to scare a palulukan.
“Ma Jake! Enough, she needs us,” Neytiri hissed. “She needs you.” Her voice, along with your sniffles, shook him from his stupor. His eyes widened as he dropped to his knees in front of you.
“Oh, god, sweetheart, are you okay?” He asked while his hands frantically searched your body for injuries. His fingers paused above the cut on your neck. It was small, and had already stopped bleeding.
“Jake-” your voice cracked as you sobbed harder. He immediately plucked you from Lo’ak’s arms to sit in his lap, clutching you tightly against his chest. You gripped his bicep with one hand while the other squeezed Neytiri’s hand.
“I was so fucking scared,” you admitted between shaky breaths. Jake gently cradled the back of your head, guiding you to hide your face in the crook of his neck while Neytiri soothingly ran her fingers up and down your back.
“It’s alright, baby. You’re safe now,” he murmured as he pressed kisses on the crown of your hair. “Neytiri and I are right here, you’re safe.”
If you thought they were protective before, it was ten times more intense after that whole ordeal. And now it wasn’t just Jake and Neytiri. The whole Sully family became your guard dogs, even Tuk. It didn’t matter who it was, if somebody looked at you wrong, they were hissed or growled at by whichever Sully member was with you. It was a little overboard, considering they were doing this with members of their own village, but no one took it personally.
The rest of your pregnancy went by smoothly. You were beyond relieved that the twins were human sized. The birth was already a struggle, so you didn’t want to think about how much worse it would’ve been if they were the size of Na’vi infants. Actually, the twins were almost entirely human. They had your skin tone and Jake’s hair color, but they also had stripes a few shades darker than the rest of their skin, bioluminescent dots, fangs, and natural kurus like the Na’vi. Spider made his jealousy very apparent.
As they got older, the twins grew to be taller than average for a human. Once they were in their late teens, they towered over you, something they liked to tease you about. Their sense of humor definitely came from their father. They also got their protective side from Jake, which actually worked to your advantage while the RDA still terrorized the balance of nature. But, after many years, the Na’vi managed to get rid of the RDA. For good. Now the only threats you had to worry about were the predators and deadly plantlife.
Life on Pandora was harsh, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
summary
you are given three blessings through the will of Eywa. the first opens a new world of possibilities. the second reveals hidden feelings.
warnings
smut. so much smut. there's like three percent plot at the beginning and then it's smut. threesome (mxfxf), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (bad idea yall), creampie, size kink, breeding kink if you squint
again, NOT canon compliant!!!!!!!
part one ⚝ part two ⚝ part three
Na’vi translations:
ikran: mountain banshee
pa’li: direhorse
tawtute: sky person/people
hì'i syulang: little flower
yawne: beloved
olo’eyktan: clan leader
tewng: loincloth
skxawng: moron
mawey: calm
yemstokx't nìn oe tsafya: don't look at me like that
kuru: neural queue
tsaheylu: neural bond created by connecting kurus
Tree of Songs: a sacred tree I made up bc it felt wrong to do… all of this at the Tree of Souls
“Ma Jake,” Neytiri hissed as she approached her husband. Jake sighed heavily before turning to face her.
“Yes, baby?”
“This is ridiculous!” Neytiri complained, crossing her arms with a hint of a pout.
“What is?” Jake asked, although he had a feeling he knew what she meant.
“Are we not being clear enough?” She replied. “Is Y/N that oblivious, or is she rejecting us?”
“Neytiri…” Jake trailed off. The day you were given the ability to breathe Pandora’s air, he and Neytiri agreed to wait until your kuru grew in to officially confess their feelings. They had been subtly courting you for months now, but never made a real move. So for the past two weeks, they decided to be much, much less subtle.
“I don’t know,” he admitted while tiredly rubbing the back of his neck. “She didn’t pick up on our traditional Na’vi courting, so–”
“She is also not understanding your tawtute method,” Neytiri interrupted with a scoff.
“I know!” Jake groaned loudly. “I can’t even tell if she’s flirting back! Sometimes it feels so obvious that she is, but then there are times where I feel like I’m being delusional.”
“Then we need to just tell her–”
“We can’t,” he insisted. Neytiri huffed, flicking her tail in agitation.
“And why not?” She pressed the issue further even though she could see Jake’s building frustration.
“Because- well- fuck, I don’t know! Because it doesn’t feel like the right time,” he grumbled.
“...it doesn’t feel like the right time?” Neytiri repeated indignantly, raising her brows at her husband. “You are making excuses!”
“Maybe! Baby, just wait a little longer,” he pleaded while rubbing his temple. “Let me talk to her best friend at the outpost.”
“Olo’eyktan!” One of the village warriors called, drawing the couple’s attention to her. She waved hurriedly for Jake to follow.
“I gotta go. Please let me figure this out,” he urged with a tilt of his head (you know the one) before jogging toward the warrior.
“Right. I’ll just let you figure it out,” Neytiri mumbled to herself as she made her way to the hut where you were caring for an ill ikran hatchling. The strings of beads that covered the doorway clacked together to announce her arrival. Your head popped up from behind the large baby, and you grinned upon seeing your visitor.
“Hey, Neytiri!” You greeted cheerfully, brushing dirt from your shins as you stood from your spot on the ground.
“Hello, hì'i syulang,” she replied with a gentle smile. She gestured to the sleeping banshee with her chin. “Is he recovering well?”
“Yes! Luckily, it wasn’t anything too serious. He should be as good as new in a day or two,” you explained, sighing quietly in relief.
“That is good news! Will he be alright by himself for a few minutes? I would like to talk privately,” Neytiri asked. Obviously she was not listening to Jake, but she was impatient, damnit.
“Sure,” you shrugged before following her to Mo’at’s tent.
“My mother is busy, so she will not be back for a while,” Neytiri said while sitting on a woven mat next to you. “She will not mind if we speak here.”
“Is everything alright?” Your brows furrowed slightly in concern.
“Yes, hì'i syulang,” she reassured you before continuing. “Jake does not want me to tell you this, but he is, in tawtute words, pussyfooting around it.”
“He’s–” you cut yourself off with a snort, clapping a hand over your mouth to suppress your giggles. “I’m sorry, but hearing that come from you is so fucking funny.”
“I am glad you find it amusing,” she retorted sarcastically.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, what do you want to tell me?”
“Jake and I value you, more than just as a friend. We wish for you to be our third mate,” Neytiri stated bluntly. Your brain froze, momentarily blue-screening as you processed her bold confession.
“I- you what?” You stammered with comically wide eyes.
“We have been courting you for many months, Y/N,” she said, forehead creasing nervously as she tilted her head. “Did you not realize?”
“I haven’t…” you trailed off as you thought back. Now that she pointed it out, you could see the increase of physical affection and petnames. “Oh, my god, I’m so stupid! Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I assumed you would rather be with another human,” Neytiri explained. “But Jake was afraid of losing your friendship if you did not feel the same.”
“Neytiri…” you paused to collect your thoughts. She sat with her back ramrod straight as she waited for you to continue. Her tail swished restlessly across the ground behind her.
“It’s okay if you do not think of us that way,” she offered as damage control after an uncomfortably long pause. “We will–”
“It’s not that!” You cringed at yourself as you blurted out the first thing you could think of. “I’m just astonished, honestly. I seriously can’t believe you and Jake like me, too.”
“Too?” Neytiri perked up. “You feel the same?”
“I’ve had the biggest, dumbest crush on Jake for a long time,” you admitted, chuckling softly to yourself. “Then you got married, and I thought I was screwed until I realized that I have a crush on you, too. Then I thought I was beyond screwed.”
“All of us have these feelings, and yet none of us said anything,” Neytiri summed up with a laugh that bordered on a scoff. “I knew we were being too subtle.”
“Why tell me now? What made you change your approach?” You asked. Your breath hitched as she ran her fingers gingerly down the braid covering your kuru.
“You are able to make tsaheylu now. This has drawn the attention of some of the other warriors in the village,” she noted, nose scrunching up at the thought. “I do not like that they are looking at you the same way I do.”
“Oh… oh! So you’re jealous?” You teased with a wiggle of your eyebrows.
“Not jealous, yawne,” she protested. “Protective. And in Jake’s case, territorial.”
“Wha-? How-?” You stumbled over your words as warmth flooded your cheeks.
“You have not seen it, but,” she smirked deviously. “Ma Jake has been baring his teeth whenever another warrior stands too close while speaking to you.”
“Wait, is that why so many of them have been avoiding me?!” You exclaimed as the realization hit you.
“Most likely.”
“Does he even know how difficult it’s been to check on their ikran and pa’li because of that?” You grumbled. The past couple of weeks had been a nightmare cus no one was bringing their animals to you, even when they were injured.
“I’m sorry, hì'i syulang. I tried to calm him down, but he has strong instincts,” Neytiri apologized on Jake’s behalf.
“It’s alright, I guess, but he’s definitely gonna have to make it up to me,” you conceded a little easier than you liked to admit.
“He has many ways to do so,” she mused, letting her eyes wander down to your lips, then your chest before settling back on your own wide eyes. You shifted to press your thighs together in a way you hoped wasn’t noticeable. It was, but Neytiri gracefully chose to ignore it to save you the embarrassment.
“So, uh, what now?”
“I promised Jake that I would wait to mate with you until we are both present,” she hummed as she thought out loud. You squeaked and covered your face with your hands, your cheeks absolutely burning from the images your mind conjured up.
“I made no such promise about tsaheylu,” she concluded with a smug, self-satisfied grin. You peeked at her between your fingers and immediately melted under her soft, adoring gaze. She held up the end of her kuru, letting you bridge the gap at your own speed. You tentatively brought your braid closer, looking at her one more time for permission. She nodded, so with a deep breath, you connected your kuru to hers.
Flashes of memories danced in your vision, showing you the ups and downs in Neytiri’s life. The sadness, the anger, the joy. You saw all of it, felt all of it. After reluctantly pulling your kurus apart, your brain was able to catch up. If you saw all of her memories, then–
“Who was that man?” Shit.
“Neytiri–”
“No, Y/N, who was that?” She questioned, voice shaking from the unshed tears in her eyes. “That vile man had no right to treat you like that.”
“He was my dad’s best friend, but it doesn’t matter now!” You tried to brush past the topic.
“It does matter! He shouldn’t–”
“There you are!” Jake interrupted. “What are you two- oh god,” he faltered once he saw both of you crying.
“It’s not what you think,” you sniffled and swiped under your eyes.
“Neytiri, did you tell her?!” He accused while pacing in front of the doorway.
“Yes, and she has accepted us, you skxawng!”
“She- what-?” Jake froze, eyes darting between the two of you.
“Yeah, dumbass, I accept your courting offer,” you confirmed, rolling your eyes as he sat on the ground next to you, only to pull you onto his lap.
“Neytiri, baby, you were right-”
“I am always right.”
“-but what’s with all the tears?” He asked, finishing his sentence despite the comment from his wife.
“Tsaheylu,” you muttered in your reply.
“You did it without me?!” Jake complained loudly and directly in your ear. You didn’t even need to look at him to know he was pouting. “That’s not fair, can we do it now?”
“Ma Jake, these memories are painful for her,” Neytiri scolded. “She does not need to live them again right now.”
“It’s fine, Neytiri,” you assured her as you relaxed into Jake’s chest. “It’s better to just do it all at once.” He didn’t need to be told twice. You barely finished giving the okay before he connected your kurus.
“What the fuck?” He spat after letting his braid drop. “That bastard–”
“Just drop it!” You pleaded, hiding from Neytiri’s sharp stare behind Jake’s bicep. “He’s fucking dead now. I came here to forget he ever existed, so please just let it go.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” Jake sighed sadly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as his arms wrapped tighter around you.
“I will leave it be, for now,” Neytiri hesitantly agreed. She shuffled closer so she could kiss your temple before standing. “Come, it is nearly dinner and I’m sure you’d like to check on the hatchling again before we eat.”
“Yes, I do,” you huffed and wiggled out of Jake’s lap, struggling to stand due to the grip he had on your waist. He groaned in protest, but ended up following the two of you anyway.
Jake was talking to Neytiri, Mo’at, and Tarsem. It would’ve been a pretty normal occurrence, if not for the looks they kept throwing your way. You did your best to ignore them, but you really wanted to be nosy. Luckily, Neytiri walked over to you right as you were about to “casually” stroll past them. Definitely not to eavesdrop.
“Hì'i syulang, we are leaving the village soon. We will be away for the night,” she said as she elegantly dropped into a crouch to be more on your level.
“Oh, okay,” you deflated a bit from the boring outcome of the conversation. “I’ll make sure the kids behave.”
“No, you are misunderstanding,” she chided playfully. “It is not just Jake and I. You are coming, too.”
“I am? Are you sure I won’t be in the way of his Olo’eyktan duties?” You asked skeptically.
“This is a trip for us, not for clan duties,” Neytiri clarified. “We are going to the Tree of Songs.”
“Tarsem agreed to keep an eye on the clan while we’re away,” Jake announced as he came up to stand behind you.
“When are we leaving?” You leaned into his stomach, tilting your head back to look up at him.
“Soon. I have to go to the outpost for a surprise, then we can go,” he answered.
“Ooh, what’s the surprise?”
“Can’t tell you, otherwise it wouldn’t be much of a surprise, baby,” Jake teased before heading out of the village.
“Do you know what it is?” You turned your question to Neytiri, hoping she would be on your side.
“Yes, but I am not telling you.” Damnit, Neytiri! She giggled at your pout before she, too, walked away, leaving you annoyingly curious.
That night at sunset, you rode on Jake’s ikran as he and Neytiri flew to the Tree of Songs. The moment Bob and Sa’ata landed, you scrambled to your feet, nearly vibrating with excitement. You looked between Jake and Neytiri expectantly.
“So are you gonna tell me what the surprise is now?” The two of them shared a knowing look before Jake reached into the pouch on Bob’s saddle. He dramatically rummaged around for a minute before removing something from the bag. He hid it behind his back before you could see what it was.
“You sure you really wanna know?” Jake asked and, despite your suspicions of his growing smirk, you nodded eagerly. He sent Neytiri another look from the corner of his eyes, turning his full attention back to you after receiving a single nod of approval from his wife. He brought his hand out from behind his back.
He was holding a bottle of lube.
“O-Oh! What’s- I mean, why, uhh-” you tripped spectacularly over your attempt at forming a coherent sentence.
“What?” Jake crouched, ducking his head down to look you in the eyes. He held his hand up, dangling the bottle between two fingers. “Did you think tsaheylu alone made you ours?”
“Y-Yeah, kinda.”
“It does, spiritually,” Neytiri chimed in. “But it doesn’t have any physical signs. Mating will show the other warriors that you are taken.”
“How?” You weren’t stupid. You knew. It was just an excuse- a damn good excuse- to have them say it.
“You will smell like us,” Neytiri shrugged as if this was an obvious answer.
“And I’m going to mark you up, sweetheart,” Jake added with a wolfish grin. You barely managed to bite back the pathetic whimper that tugged at the back of your throat. “Neytiri, baby, can you get her ready for me?”
“Gladly.” You hardly had time to think as Neytiri lifted you off your feet. You gasped softly, always amazed at how easily they could manhandle you, while she sat you on a conveniently flat, raised tree root. She dropped to her knees between your legs, pulling them to wrap around her waist before dipping down to capture your lips with hers. You held on to her biceps for stability, your nails pressing into her skin as she devoured your mouth.
“Lie back,” she mumbled against your lips. You just blinked at her with your jaw slightly dropped. “I said lie back, yawne,” she repeated while guiding you to lay flat with a gentle hand on your sternum.
“It’s a good thing you wore Na’vi clothes today, sweetheart,” Jake commented from where he stood behind Neytiri, watching both of you with hooded eyes. “I’m not sure if your human clothes would have survived.”
“Shut up,” you retorted weakly while Neytiri proved his point, using one hand to carelessly push the glorified necklace acting as your top out of the way while the other untied your tewng with swift expertise. She pressed one more kiss to your lips before working down your jaw, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. You felt her smirk against your skin as you arched into her mouth. She continued her path downward, licking a teasing stripe up your sternum before settling between your thighs with your knees hooked over her shoulders.
“Baby, are you really gonna ignore her tits like that?” Jake asked with an edge of condescension in his voice. You tore your eyes away from Neytiri to peek up at his stupidly attractive smug grin. God, he fucking towered over you right now.
“I am not ignoring them,” Neytiri argued as she stared at your dripping cunt. “I have hands.” If either of them said anything else, you didn’t hear it over the sound of your own moan at the feeling of her tongue, much rougher than that of a human, running through your folds. Your hands flew to her braids as she wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked.
“Oh, fuck, Neytiri-” You cut yourself off with a soft whimper that dropped into a noise of protest when she pulled back.
“Pretty,” she purred while circling your entrance with a single finger. “So pretty, when you say my name like that, hì'i syulang.”
“N-Neytiri, please,” you pleaded breathlessly as your hips rolled in an attempt to bring her closer. Without much warning, she pushed her finger fully into you, making your breath hitch from the sudden intrusion. Just one of her fingers felt like two of your own.
“Mawey,” she gently shushed you while beginning to slowly move her hand. “Relax, I’ve got you,” she whispered in reassurance before leaning back in to lap at your clit. Her unoccupied hand trailed up your belly to cup one of your tits. She traced your nipple with her thumb before squeezing. She hummed appreciatively, sending a pleasurable wave of vibration to your pussy.
“Soft,” Neytiri muttered under her breath, barely able to pull herself away from the sweet taste of your arousal for more than the single word.
“I told you,” Jake gloated. The tremor in his voice was nearly imperceptible, but you heard it even with your mind clouded with pleasure. Your eyes drifted over to him and were immediately drawn down by movement. You blinked once, jaw dropping further as you watched him palm himself over the coarse fabric of his tewng.
“Jesus Christ- yemstokx't nìn oe tsafya, babygirl,” he groaned and fell to his knees next to Neytiri. “Fuck, you don’t even realize how hard it is for me to hold back right now.”
“Jake,” you whined as he focused his attention on the mess his wife was making between your thighs.
“Add another finger,” he instructed Neytiri while pressing a hand flat on your lower belly to keep your squirming hips still. She happily obliged, pushing a second finger into you with another harsh suck on your clit.
“O-Oh, fuck,” you gasped, bucking your hips against Jake’s palm. So much was happening. It was so good- almost too good, and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to push away or lean further into it.
“Add another.”
“H-Huh?” You gaped at Jake while Neytiri made an odd sound in the back of her throat, signalling her hesitation.
“Do it, baby,” he insisted. “You gotta stretch her out more, otherwise she won’t be able to take my cock.” Under normal circumstances, Neytiri would’ve rolled her eyes. But now? With you falling apart on her fingers and tongue? She obeyed, not because Jake told her to, but because she wanted to see you absolutely ruined.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Jake exhaled slowly, running his tongue across his fangs, watching with heated eyes as all three of Neytiri’s fingers disappeared into your cunt, only to be pulled out shiny and slick with your arousal.
“Curl them.” Neytiri side-eyed him, not fully understanding the reason behind his command, but complied anyway. On their next thrust in, she curled her fingers up to hit the exact spot Jake was looking for, pulling a broken, high-pitched moan from deep in your throat.
“That’s her g-spot, baby,” he explained when Neytiri faltered slightly, eyes wide from fear of hurting you. “It feels real fuckin’ good when you stimulate it. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Yes! Yes, please, more,” you shamelessly begged. You could barely reach it with your own fingers. There was only one other time you were able to hit it as consistently as Neytiri was, and it left your bed soaked. Your breath stuttered as the knot building in your lower belly grew tighter.
“You close?” Jake teased, grinning widely from your rapid nod. “Then do it. Cum for your mate.” That set something primal off in your brain, sending you abruptly over the edge. Your fingers tightened around Neytiri’s braids, and this time Jake let you roll your hips, letting you grind against Neytiri’s tongue as she worked you through your orgasm. She only slowed once your thighs began to tremble, placing one final, gentle kiss on your clit before pulling away. Her mouth and chin were shiny and wet with your release, making our cheeks burn red.
“So sweet, hì'i syulang. So good for me,” she praised while running her hands soothingly up and down your shaky thighs.
“You wanna give me a taste, baby?” Jake asked as he cupped Neytiri’s cheek in one hand, the other still resting on your belly. She hummed before allowing him to pull her in for a heated, sloppy kiss. You watched, wide-eyed, as he licked hungrily into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned after breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against Neytiri’s. He took a deep, steadying breath before turning his attention to you. “God, I want you to sit on my face so fucking bad, but I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.”
“She is small, Ma Jake,” Neytiri reminded him. “Be gentle with her.”
“I know, I will.” After snatching the bottle of lube from where it fell on the ground, Jake and Neytiri swapped places. Jake now kneeled between your legs while Neytiri sat by your side, leaning her arm on the root to rest her head on her hand so she could watch your face for any sign of pain. You had no idea when it happened, but somewhere in the conversation, both of them had stripped out of their tewngs and jewelry. You watched with bated breath as Jake spread a thick layer of lube on his cock.
“Sweetheart, you gotta breathe,” he urged with his tip pressed against your entrance. You wiggled your hips impatiently, trying in vain to get him to put it in. He grabbed your jaw with one hand, forcing you to look in his eyes rather than at his cock.
“Take a deep breath and relax. Now.” There was nothing playful about his tone. That wasn’t Jake Sully, your best friend and mate that was constantly teasing and cracking lame jokes. That was Toruk Makto. You didn’t even need to fully register the command for your body to obey. It happened instinctively.
“Good.” He released his grip on your jaw after watching the tension visibly melt from your muscles. “Just like that, babygirl. Keep breathing just like that.” Finally, he slowly started pushing into you. Agonizingly slow. Nothing could have prepared you for the delicious burn of him stretching you out for the first time.
“Jake,” Neytiri hissed in warning, stopping him with a hand on his hip when she saw the slightest wince cross your face. He paused, hands clenched into fists on either side of your head as he hovered over you. His abs tightened in his fight against his instinctual desire to bully his cock into your poor cunt all at once.
“No no no, ‘m okay, keep going,” you whined and looked up at Neytiri with pleading, watery eyes. She pressed her lips into a thin line, brows furrowed in concern. “Please.” She sighed through her nose, but moved her hand from Jake’s hip, silently letting him know that he could continue. He shook his head, taking another breath for composure before rolling his hips, sinking another inch into your pussy. After what felt like hours to you, he bottomed out, dropping to his elbows to pull you into a heated kiss while you adjusted to his size.
“God,” he growled, pressing his forehead against your collar bone. “Shit, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good. Squeezing me so tight, fuck–”
“Move. Jake, please move,” you whimpered, dragging your nails down his back to leave behind dark purple-ish lines. Jake didn’t think he could be so relieved after hearing such a simple sentence. His first thrust was shallow, experimental, but quickly set into a steady rhythm that knocked the air straight out of your lungs.
“Oh,” Neytiri gasped softly, pulling your attention from Jake’s blissed-out face to hers. She bit her lip as she watched his cock get sucked in by your much smaller cunt, utterly entranced by the bump that formed in your lower belly every time he pushed all the way in. The sound got Jake’s attention, too, coaxing him into lifting his head from where he was sucking fresh hickies across your tits and neck. His eyes flicked down to her hand as she buried it between her thighs.
“C’mere, baby,” he said while tugging her arm, bringing Neytiri to sit closer to him.
“Don’t worry about me, this is about Y/N,” she protested weakly.
“I can’t leave either of my girls feeling left out, now, can I?” He teased with a sly, arrogant grin. “Like you said earlier, I have hands.” Any remaining arguments, as flimsy as they may be, died in Neytiri’s throat as Jake immediately buried three fingers in her eager cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” she swore under her breath as the pace of his fingers matched the pace of his hips.
“Goddamn, you’re both so fucking wet, fuck–” He cut himself off with a low groan as your pussy clenched down on him. “Shit, stop squeezing me like that or I won’t last.”
“Jake, please!” You didn’t know what, exactly, you were begging for, but that was all you could think of at that moment. Jake. Neytiri. The fucked-out expressions on their faces, something you only dreamed of before. The pleasure building in your tummy. It all boiled together until your second orgasm crashed into you, whiting out your vision and making your jaw drop in a silent scream. Faintly, through the sound of your own heartbeat ringing in your ears, you heard Neytiri moan as the heel of Jake’s hand pressed against her clit, sending her over the edge right alongside you. Jake’s hips stuttered as he continued to thrust sloppily into your cunt, pulling a whine out of the back of your throat from the over-sensitivity.
“I know, babygirl, I know,” he groaned, pulling his hand from Neytiri so he could hold himself up on his elbows, caging you in with his forearms. “I’m close, fuck- can I cum inside? Please, sweetheart, let me cum in you.”
“Yes! God, Jake, inside,” you babbled mindlessly, arching your back so your chest pressed against his. He huffed out a breathless laugh, thrusting into you with a renewed vigor.
“Fuckin’ hell, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He buried his face in your neck, running his rough tongue over the juncture between your neck and shoulder. With a deep groan that bordered on a growl, he buried his cock deep inside you, flooding your cunt with his cum. You yelped as he bit your neck a little too hard, leaving behind little punctures from his fangs.
“Shit- ‘m sorry, sweetheart,” he apologized with a soft kiss on the wound as he continued to lazily roll his hips. “You got tighter when I bit you, though. Did you cum again just from that?”
“Shuddup,” you slurred tiredly while squirming under him. “Jake, stop moving, ‘m sensitive.”
“I know, but look at you, baby,” he cooed while sitting upright and pushing your knees to spread your thighs further around his waist. “This perfect little pussy is keepin’ all of me in, not spillin’ any of my cum. Christ, it’s like you were made for me–”
“Ma Jake, yawne is tired,” Neytiri interrupted his rambling. “Pull out so we can sleep.”
“Alright, damn,” he conceded with a light huff of irritation before gingerly pulling out of your overstimulated cunt. He laid down on his side, easily maneuvering you to rest between him and Neytiri.
“Stop pouting,” you half-heartedly scolded him. “Just let me rest for a bit, then we can go again.”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Needless to say, the other warriors got the message loud and clear when the three of you returned to the village.
summary
you are given three blessings through the will of Eywa. the first opens a new world of possibilities.
warnings
near death experience, everybody is panicking, no one has any chill, NOT canon compliant (neteyam lives and they still live with the omatikaya but spider gets the mycelium and whatnot)
this will be a three part mini-series!
part one ⚝ part two ⚝ part three
N/N = nickname
Na'vi translations:
syìl: meer deer
pa’li: direhorse
syulì'ang: flutterflower
atokirina': woodsprite
nantang: viperwolf
hì'i syulang: little flower
kuru: neural queue
tsaheylu: neural bond created by connecting kurus
Life on Pandora was harsh, at least in the beginning. When you first landed in Hell’s Gate almost fifteen years ago, you were just another bookworm for Grace to take under her wing. It’s not like you were shy or timid, you simply never went out of your way to stand out. You were perfectly content with staying holed up in the lab, especially since RDA’s base was crawling with arrogant, pig-headed soldiers and corrupt stock brokers. That was until one of the Avatar drivers decided that you needed to get out more, explore the foreign world, and make more friends.
Jake Sully was nothing if not persistent. Whenever he wasn’t in his Avatar, he was following you around the lab, much to the chagrin of your team. To this day, you still didn’t know what he did to convince your supervisor to send you out on an exhibition with his team. Even in your stubborn reluctance, you couldn’t deny the giddiness bubbling inside you as the helicopter landed in the middle of Pandora’s forest. You and Trudy were the only humans on this trip. Grace, Norm, and Jake all went in their Avatars.
It was this exhibition that changed your role in the science division. You were one of many xenobiologists. You truly didn’t understand why you needed to be on this trip when Norm was right there and, in your opinion, much more skilled than you. While Trudy stayed with the helicopter, the rest of you ventured into the forest. You wandered absent-mindedly, drifting further away from the three Avatars until you realized you were lost. You were about to swallow your pride and ask Jake for help when a shrill cry captured your attention.
Venturing further into the forest, you were starstruck upon seeing a real, living syìl just a few meters in front of you. No, not just one. Two of the elusive animal were in a small clearing up ahead. The source of the cry came from the smaller of the two deer. As you inched closer, you realized it was a fawn and its badly injured mother. You moved before you could even think, dropping to your knees next to the panicked fawn. The first aid kit was meant for humans, but you made due with it, seeing as there was literally no other option. By the time you managed to treat the injury and soothe the baby, the Avatars burst through the treeline in their rush to find you.
After that, you became Pandora’s first and only xenoveterinarian. It took a long time, but eventually the Omatikaya trusted you to care for their animals. The fact that Toruk Makto vouched for you definitely helped. Now, you lived almost exclusively in the Omatikaya village. Norm and Max constantly nagged you and Spider about the risks of using your exopacks for so long, but you learned to tune them out. Their constant lectures only got worse for you after Kiri made it possible for Spider to breathe without his exopack. Were you jealous? Absolutely. Were you going to admit that to anyone? Hell no.
The day started out normal. Well, as normal as you could get with Jake as your best friend. Just like their father did when he was human, the Sully kids followed you everywhere. You didn’t mind, though. It was cute! They were like ducklings. Neytiri and Jake had clan-leader duties to take care of, leaving the kids utterly bored. So, obviously, they tagged along with you when you left the village to check on the newly-born foals in a pack of pa’li that lived nearby.
“And then he fell flat on his back!” Kiri giggled as she happily chattered your ear off. She expertly weaved wildflowers into a crown, head tilted to the side in her concentration.
“Can you believe that, N/N?” The lengthy silence that followed pulled her attention from the flowers in her lap. Kiri’s eyebrows furrowed as she swiveled around to check on you, only to find the tree root you had been sitting on empty.
“N/N?” She called out, waiting anxiously for you to answer with your usual ‘what’s up, buttercup?’ reply. She shot up, letting the half-finished crown fall carelessly to the ground as she scrambled over the large roots.
“Y/N!” She yelled into the forest, getting only the rustle of leaves as a response.
“Kiri, what’s wrong?” Lo’ak asked as he and Tuk appeared from deeper in the foliage.
“Y/N is gone!” Kiri wailed, threading her fingers in her hair painfully tight as tears of panic welled in her eyes. “It’s my fault! Oh, god it’s–”
“Kiri!” Lo’ak shouted while shaking her shoulders, hoping to knock some sense back into her. “We need to find Neteyam and Spider.”
“Right… yeah, you’re right,” she agreed, still panting slightly from the stress. It didn’t take long to find the eldest Sully boys. They heard the commotion and were already on their way over, meeting their younger siblings halfway.
“What–?”
“We can’t find N/N,” Lo’ak answered before Neteyam could even finish the question. Neteyam sucked in a sharp breath, straightening his spine on instinct.
“Okay, don’t panic,” Neteyam soothed in a calm, even tone that contradicted his stiff posture. “Maybe she just needed a new exopack.”
“But why wouldn’t she tell us?” Kiri fretted as she paced restlessly.
“I don’t know! I just–” Neteyam interrupted himself with a quiet growl. “Do you still have the radio to the outpost?” He turned to address Spider, who nodded while unhooking an older walkie-talkie from a strap around his waist.
“Come in, outpost, this is Spider. Do you read me?” There was a beat of silence before the radio crackled to life.
“This is Max, I read you. What’s going on?”
“Is Y/N at the outpost with you guys?” Spider responded to Max’s question with one of his own.
“No, she hasn’t been here in almost three weeks,” he said, causing a ripple of anxiety amongst the kids.
“Are you sure you just haven’t seen her?” Spider offered as a slim glimmer of hope.
“Trust me, if she was here, we would know,” Max explained with a chuckle. “She practically busts the door down every time she stops by.”
“Okay, thanks, Max.”
“Wait, why–?” The soft click of the radio’s power switch cut the scientist off.
“Can we panic now?” Lo’ak asked, half sarcastic, half serious. Neteyam rolled his eyes at his younger brother.
“Yes. Let’s go, we need to find mom and dad,” he conceded with a sigh before they took off toward the village. They sprinted straight to their family tent, startling their parents with their sudden arrival.
“Dad, I lost Y/N!” Kiri panted heavily, both from running and from her fear.
“I’m sorry, what?!” Jake exclaimed as he and Neytiri stood. “How did you- you know what, just explain on the way.” He followed Kiri and Neteyam back to the forest, but Neytiri paused to point at Lo’ak, Tuk, and Spider.
“You three stay here,” she ordered.
“But–”
“No arguments!” She interrupted Lo’ak before he could protest. “Stay here.” She repeated before running after Jake. Lo’ak plopped onto the ground with a huff.
“Is N/N gonna be okay?” Tuk asked quietly, ears pinned to her head as she held back her tears.
“She’s gonna be fine, Tuk. Mom and dad will find her soon,” Lo’ak reassured her, wrapping an arm loosely around her shoulders when she sat next to him.
You had no idea where you were. You were resting on some tree roots and listening to Kiri tell a story about the bad luck of one of the village’s teenage boys when the fluttering of vibrantly colored wings caught your attention. A syulì'ang glided effortlessly through the air, letting the gentle breeze forge its path. These flying insects were common, but you’ve never seen one of this color before. Your curiosity got the best of you, leading you to follow the insect deeper into the forest.
Eventually, it flew too high for you to see. Reality quickly caught up to you as you observed your surroundings. It was… vaguely familiar. You sighed, knowing it was going to take a while to work your way back to the kids. Your little human legs made the trek even more difficult, slowing you down considerably.
You gotta stick with one of us if you’re going into the forest, Jake’s warning played in the back of your mind. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. If you had one of the Sullys with you, they could have carried you over the tangle of roots and vines. Oh, well. It was too late for that now, you just had to keep going, slow and steady. Your concentration was broken by the annoying beep of your exopack.
“Oh, shit,” you swore under your breath. One percent oxygen left. The pack should have alerted you when you were at ten percent, but you jerry-rigged it to silence the incessant beeping. You very much regretted that now, seeing as you were alone in the middle of the forest without a back-up exopack.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cursed repeatedly as you tried to keep your breathing under control. Panicking would only use up the last of your precious oxygen that much quicker. The flashing red meter dropped from one to zero, and you immediately began choking on the toxic Pandoran air. Your head spun while your vision went blurry, forcing you to your hands and knees. Your breath came in short, raspy spurts as you collapsed on your side, hands clutched to your chest. A figure appeared at your side. A human. You relaxed ever so slightly, thinking this person would be able to get you a new exopack.
“Hold on, Y/N.” The relief you felt was stamped out as Grace kneeled next to you. She cupped your cheek in her hand with a gentle, motherly smile that was partially obscured by the dots dancing in your vision.
“Just hang on a little longer,” she encouraged before your world went black.
Even unconscious, your chest heaved in shallow, gasping breaths as your body tried its hardest to stay alive. The sound drew a small pack of nantang in your direction. Six of the wolf-like creatures surrounded you, sniffing you curiously.
One of the older wolves tilted its head before yipping and dropping into a playful crouch. You helped countless animals in your time on Pandora, and this wolf must have been one of them. It barked again, trying in vain to get your attention. The other wolves watched helplessly as their packmate whined and nudged your shoulder with its snout.
The wolves yelped, startled by thin, glowing vines that began to crawl slowly up your body. The wolf you helped in the past growled, lips pulled back in a snarl until its younger packmate nipped its tail. The wolf huffed, giving the younger the animal-equivalent of a stink eye. The younger one gestured toward your face with its nose.
Several sets of canine eyes watched as the vines bunched up at the seam where your exopack met your skin. The wolves looked at each other, confused, as the vines writhed in place, appearing almost desperate to get under your mask.
The youngest of the nantang was the first to move, pulling at the straps of your exopack as gently as it could. Two more quickly joined the effort, using a mix of teeth and claws to remove the mask. The youngest finally managed to yank it off with a victorious bark. It whipped the mask around, much like it would with prey, while the others sat and watched the vines enter your mouth and nose.
The vines shone brightly for a moment before dimming down to their normal color. They shrunk back into the ground, now finished with their mission. Your breathing evened out, steady but still concerningly shallow. Rustling and loud footsteps sent the wolves retreating deeper into the trees. The one that recognized you hesitated for a moment, until one of its packmates howled.
The wolf whined again. It licked your temple before rushing to catch up to its pack.
Jake and Neytiri split up after Neteyam and Kiri showed them your last known location, combing the forest for you. Fear didn’t even begin to cover his current emotional state, but he managed to keep it suppressed thanks to his time in the Marines.
“Y/N!” Jake shouted for you every few minutes, unlike Neytiri. She poured all of her effort into tracking you rather than trying to get an answer. Jake scowled as he roughly shoved some leaves out of his face. He paused after something crunched under his foot. His heart dropped to his stomach as he looked down, only to see a broken exopack on the ground.
“No- no, no, no, no,” his voice trembled as his search grew more frantic. He found you unconscious a few feet away from the mask.
“No! No, fuck–” He crouched over you, turning your limp body onto your back. A knot grew larger in his throat. “No, god, Y/N, please.” He reached for you, faltering at how violently his hand shook. Everything seemed to stop. It felt like the whole forest went silent. Not even the wind blew.
Then an atokirina' landed delicately on his finger. His breath hitched as he watched the little spirit drift from his hand to rest on your throat. It pulsed rhythmically, patiently waiting for Jake to understand its message. His eyes widened a fraction before gingerly shooing the creature away to rest two fingers on your pulse point. Your heartbeat was still there. Still strong. Still steady.
“Y/N,” he said in a strained whisper, cupping your face in his hands. “Y/N, wake up. Please, god, just wake up.” His thumbs brushed across your cheekbones. The ticklish feeling made your nose subconsciously scrunch up moments before your eyes fluttered open. You blinked, disoriented, as your mind fought to catch up.
“Oh–” You cut yourself off with a gasp, eyes now wide open as panic flooded your system. Your hands flew up to grab Jake’s wrists. “Fuck! Oh, shit- oh my god–”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Jake gently shushed your unintelligible rambling. “It’s okay, Y/N. You’re okay, just breathe.”
“Jake?” You panted as you finally registered his presence.
“Yeah, baby, I’m here. I’ve got you,” he affirmed, accidentally allowing the petname to slip in. Luckily- or maybe unluckily- you didn’t seem to notice.
“I’m not dead?”
“No,” he answered through gritted teeth as he struggled to keep himself calm for your sake.
“But I saw her… I thought…” you trailed off in your confusion.
“Saw who?” Jake questioned even though he was beyond anxious about your answer. There were too many possibilities.
“Grace,” you choked on your reply as tears ran down your cheeks, wetting his hands. “I saw Grace, Jake. I thought she was here to take me to the spirit world.”
“She didn’t. You’re still here,” he sighed and let his resolve break as he pulled you into a hug, clutching you tightly against his chest. “You’re still with me.”
“...thank god,” you mumbled, voice muffled as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. He indulged in the moment, maybe for a little too long, before pulling away.
“Let’s get you back to the village. The kids and Neytiri are worried sick,” Jake said while lifting you from the ground. He silently carried you back to the village, just barely stepping into the tent before getting crowded by the rest of his family.
“N/N!” Several shouts of your nickname shook you from your stupor, and you opened your eyes to see Neytiri flanked by the kids standing very, very close to you.
“Hì'i syulang, you are alright,” Neytiri breathed a quiet sigh of relief, closing her eyes with one hand on her chest and the other cupping your cheek. “Thank you, Great Mother. Thank you for saving her.”
“Neteyam, take Y/N to your grandmother,” Jake instructed while passing you to his second eldest son. “You go, too, Spider. I want her to confirm that the same thing happened to both of you.”
“Yes, sir,” Spider and Neteyam answered at the same time. They left for the tsahìk’s tent with the other three trailing closely behind them. Neytiri turned to follow, but stopped when Jake held her wrist.
“Ma Jake?”
“Neytiri, if this is the same as Spider, you know what’ll happen, right?” He asked with a poorly suppressed grin. Neytiri raised a hairless brow before slowly shaking her head. “She’s going to grow a kuru.” Neytiri’s eyes widened while a grin of her own spread across her face.
“That… that means–”
“Yeah, baby,” Jake confirmed before she even needed to finish her sentence. “We’ll be able to make tsaheylu.”
summary:
under the crushing weight of your schoolwork, you reach a breaking point.
warnings:
self-deprecation, minor panic attack, crying, tension, reader is stressed :(
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Mondays were annoying. You only had one class the whole day, a class that was required for your degree. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if it was in the morning, that way you could knock it out and have the rest of the day to yourself, but the only time available was 4:45 in the afternoon. Logically speaking, you still had the same amount of free time. Having the class in the afternoon just felt so inconvenient, for whatever reason. You never thought you’d say it, but after the weekend you had with Seonghwa and Yeosang, you were glad the class wasn’t early in the morning.
It was close to noon by the time the three of you got back to the dorms. Hongjoong and San were the only ones home, and the pack alpha poked his head out of the kitchen upon hearing the door open. He immediately noticed three things: your dopey, lovesick expression, the smug grins on the other omega’s faces, and the constellation of fresh and fading hickies on all of you.
“I’m guessing you three had a fun weekend,” Hongjoong teased with one eyebrow raised.
“Oh, absolutely,” Seonghwa grinned deviously, pressing a quick kiss on the alpha’s cheek before heading down the hall.
“We made some interesting discoveries,” Yeosang bragged while following after the pack’s eldest. He paused in the entrance to the hallway, tucking his hands casually in his pockets while deliberately ignoring your glare. “She acts all sweet, but did you know she soaks right through her panties when she’s spanked?”
“Wh-?!”
“Drenched my fuckin’ thigh,” Yeosang cut you off with a smirk, thoroughly amused by your dramatic gasp before leaving you and Hongjoong alone in the living room. The pack alpha turned to you expectantly.
“You wanna elaborate on that?”
“Y’know, I’d love to,” you chuckled nervously while inching your way to the hallway. “But I forgot to fold the dishes, so I really gotta–”
“Omega,” he cooed mockingly as his signature, predatory grin spread across his face. You narrowed your eyes, staring him down for a heated beat of silence before attempting to sprint past him. Hongjoong easily caught you by the waist, pulling your back into his chest while a quiet squeak escaped your throat.
“It’s cute that you thought I was asking,” he said with a chiding click of his tongue. His fingers brushed over the marks Yeosang left on your mating gland, sending a shiver down your spine. “Tell me about your weekend, sweetheart. And give me all of the details.”
“Yes, sir…”
You fell into a quiet, easy routine with the pack. The replacement manager was an absolute delight, and happily agreed to stay in contact even after Hajoon got back from his vacation. But while your packmates cruised through some of the easiest schedules they’ve had in a while, you studied day-in and day-out as the days until graduation slowly passed.
Your classes were difficult, to put it lightly. After that weekend with the omegas, you were forced to pour every ounce of effort into your schoolwork, barely having any free time due to the mountain of assignments you had to complete. You had assumed your classes would gradually get easier the closer you got to graduation. You were sorely mistaken. It was rough, but you were handling it with the kind of grace that came after years of hard work and research.
That was until the final month of the semester. Your heat, in all of its infamous glory, was due in just over two weeks. The timing could not have been more frustrating, because now in addition to your regular workload, you had to finish the assignments you were going to miss during your heat. You were overwhelmed by the sheer number of codes, research papers, and lab handouts saved on your laptop.
You stayed in your apartment more and more, leaving a cold, empty space in the dorms where you should be. The pack knew you were stressed. You knew that they knew, but they couldn’t do much more than offer their presence, their emotional support. But now you stubbornly refused everything they offered, ignoring any and all attempts to get you to take a much-needed break. Your defiance instinctually prickled under the skin of the pack’s alphas. Yunho tried to reason with you. When that didn’t work, Hongjoong tried to pull the pack alpha card and ordered you to come back to the dorms with them. You responded with a low growl at the back of your throat. San, Yeosang, and Jongho had to escort the alphas from your apartment after Mingi tried to throw you over his shoulder and simply carry you back to the dorms.
All of this created a thick tension, one that you barely even picked up on in your scramble. Hongjoong was at his wits’ end and ready to call your mom for advice until Jongho calmly requested for everyone to leave your apartment for a few hours, leaving you by yourself so you could cool off. Then the youngest pack member returned alone, silently approaching the little table you had in the kitchen.
Your laptop sat forgotten with an error message on screen as you hunched in on yourself. Your finger wound tightly in your hair, gripping hard enough for your knuckles to turn white while your leg bounced rapidly, sending tremors through the floor that shook the table.
“Y/N,” Jongho began softly after sitting in the chair next to you. He continued even though you kept your eyes firmly on the ground. “What’s going on?”
“I…” You sucked in a sharp breath as your nails dug painfully into your scalp. Jongho’s forehead creased as his eyebrows pinched together in concern.
“Talk to me, love. Please.”
“I can’t do it!” You admitted, finally looking up at the beta with panicked, tear-filled eyes.
“What can’t you do?” He gently questioned, breaking what remained of your fragile composure. Your lip wobbled, giving Jongho a brief warning right before a loud sob tore from your throat.
“I can’t get all of my assignments done! It’s- there’s too much, I’m never gonna finish before my heat starts and, and-”
“Y/N,” he said, trying to stop your nearly incoherent rambling.
“Oh, my god, I’m gonna fail. I’m gonna have to retake classes and I won’t graduate on time and it’s gonna put you guys behind, fuck–”
“Y/N,” he tried again, a bit louder.
“Why did I think I was smart enough for this?! Christ, Marcus was right–”
“Y/N!” Jongho borderline growled as he stood abruptly, cupping your face in his hands. “Stop. Just stop for a second.”
“But–” Your argument was cut short by a brief, but intense kiss, shutting your brain off long enough for Jongho to guide you to your loveseat, pulling you into his lap as he sat. Worried by your shaky breathing, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, tucking your nose into his neck so his delicate, earthy scent could soothe your nerves.
“Breathe, sweetheart. In… and out,” he instructed while rubbing soft circles on the small of your back. The tension melted from your body with every deep inhale, slowly but surely bringing your heart rate back to normal. You reached up to drape your arms around his neck with an involuntary purr, earning a sigh of relief from the beta.
“Don’t ever say that Marcus was right. He wasn’t,” Jongho stated and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “You don’t need to obey alphas just because you’re an omega. No one gets to decide how you live your life except for you.”
“I know, I just,” you huffed tiredly. “There’s just so much to do. I don’t know how I’m going to get through it all.”
“We’ll help you. None of us know how to do what you do, but we can help get things organized,” he offered with an edge of ‘this should have been obvious, you doofus’ to his voice.
“I didn’t want to burden you all.”
“You’re not, and never will be, a burden to any of us,” Jongho said as he sighed sadly through his nose. “You are smart enough. You are going to pass all of your classes, and you are going to graduate next month. We’ll be here every step of the way.”
“...thank you,” you mumbled into the tear-stained fabric of his shirt.
“Of course, love. Why don't you take a quick nap? After you wake up, I’ll let Hongjoong and Seonghwa know that they can come over so we can get a study schedule set up for you,” Jongho advised, grinning softly at your quiet, sleepy noise of affirmation. He waited a few minutes, making sure you were fully asleep before calling Seonghwa.
“Jongho, you’ve been radio silent for almost an hour!” The pack’s eldest scolded the moment the call connected. “What’s going on? How’s Y/N?”
“Sorry, not sorry. She had a panic attack, so I was more concerned with calming her down than on sending you updates,” he retorted sarcastically.
“What was it about?”
“School. She’s got so many assignments due that it made her doubt her intelligence,” Jongho explained. “That was already bad enough, but then she said that fucking Marcus was right.”
“Are you serious?! God, I wish she had come to us sooner,” Songhwa grumbled, probably pinching the bridge of his nose, if Jongho had to guess. “What can we do?”
“She’s asleep right now, but come to her apartment in, like, thirty minutes with Hongjoong. We’re gonna help her make a gameplan.”
“All right, see you in a bit.”
“When we get inside, don’t you dare try to scold Y/N for growling at you,” Seonghwa warned the pack alpha as the elevator travelled up to your floor.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Hongjoong grumbled as he glared half-heartedly out of the corner of his eye, which Seonghwa decided to ignore. Once they stepped into your apartment, the eldest omega had to physically bite his tongue to hold back his squeal of absolute delight. Yes, you were stressed and having a shitty time, but you were just so fucking cute all cuddled up against Jongho.
“Dude, seriously?” The beta asked incredulously as Seonghwa whipped out his phone to snap numerous photos. He giggled softly to himself while sending the photos with Jongho’s grumpiest face to the group chat.
“How long has she been asleep?” Hongjoong asked, brushing his fingers gingerly through your hair.
“Almost forty-five minutes, I was about to wake her up,” Jongho replied. After he received hums of approval from the older members, he shook your shoulder to pull you from your dreamless nap. Hongjoong stayed by your side while Seonghwa disappeared into the kitchen.
“Ugh, what?” You groaned as you slowly blinked to bring the room into focus. The lingering fatigue instantly vanished as you made eye contact with the pack alpha. “Hongjoong! I’m so–”
“It’s okay, baby,” he interrupted, moving his fingers from your hair to cup your cheek. “You don’t need to apologize, I’m not angry.”
“But I was so mean to you, Mingi, and Yunho,” you protested while fiddling with your bracelet.
“You were only mean because we were pushing you too hard,” Hongjoong sighed. “They’re not mad, either, you know.”
“They’re not?”
“They’re worried,” Seonghwa chimed in as he returned with a water bottle in hand. “We’re all worried about you. Here.” You snatched the water from him, eagerly gulping down half the bottle.
“Jesus, have you had any water today?” Hongjoong questioned with his brows furrowed deeply in concern.
“I don’t think so?” You answered doubtfully, not really remembering if you had anything other than iced coffee or RedBull recently.
“Y/N…” Jongho chided gently as you shrugged one shoulder, feeling mostly indifferent about your own dehydration.
“I’ve gone a few days without water before, so–”
“Y/N, that’s so fucking unhealthy,” Hongjoong scolded you more sternly than the youngest pack member.
“I know, I know! But–”
“Nope,” Seonghwa cut you off this time, making you roll your eyes with an exaggerated huff. He brought your attention back to him with a finger hooked under your chin.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he spoke softly but in a tone that wouldn’t allow for any arguments. “You’re coming back to the dorms with us, and after you eat a real meal and spend some time with the pack, we will figure out your schoolwork. Okay?”
“Hmm,” you hummed skeptically. On one hand, the thought of putting off your work for any longer than you already have sent a wave of anxiety crawling down your spine. On the other hand, you missed the pack. Like, a lot, and you didn’t even realize it until you were forced to dig your mind out of the mountain of data you had to analyze.
“Please,” Jongho added, squeezing your hand while looking at you with an expression that was somewhere between expectant and begging.
“...okay,” you conceded with a tired smile. “Let’s go home.”
Summary:
You knew that working with an arrogant pre-debut idol would be tough. You just didn't think it would be this bad
Warnings:
so many hr violations, sexism, slut shaming, creepy behavior, protective hyunjin
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You tried to be patient. You tried to be understanding and you tried to gently nudge Yong-Sun into a respectful, co-worker relationship. But patience was not a virtue you possessed. Well, not a lot of it, anyway. You desperately clung to the last threads of your composure while enduring the near-constant flirting from your newly-assigned idol. You did everything you could think of to make him stop.
You told him you had several boyfriends. He asked why he couldn’t join.
You told him two of your boyfriends have black belts in taekwondo. He snorted and arrogantly insisted he could beat them.
You told him that he was way too young for you. He smirked, wiggled his eyebrows, and said that age is just a number.
And now most recently, you told him that it was inappropriate for an idol to date their sound tech. His response left you utterly speechless and pissed beyond belief.
“No one’s gonna care if I fucked the company whore,” he said it with an infuriatingly dismissive shrug. You felt your eye twitch.
“I need to step out for a minute,” you spoke through gritted teeth while stiffly heading for the door of the studio.
“What?! No, we’re not done recording yet,” Yong-Sun protested as he followed after you. He grabbed your wrist moments before you could turn the door handle. You yanked your arm back, sending the wannabe idol a glare nasty enough to haunt his nightmares.
“I said, I need a minute,” you hissed before flinging the door open. His shouts were cut off as you swiftly shut the door behind you. The fact that you were able to hold yourself back from physically harming Yong-Sun could be considered a minor miracle. Other JYP employees shot you odd looks as you stormed through the building. Another producer raised his eyebrows, no longer paying attention to his conversation.
“Hey, man,” the producer interrupted the idol standing in front of him. “Isn’t that your girlfriend?”
“Huh?” Hyunjin whipped around, watching you round a corner with a scowl on your face.
“Shit–” He swore under his breath, abandoning the producer in favor of running after you. Luckily for him, his longer legs made it easy to catch up with you.
“Y/N,” Hyunjin called while lacing his fingers together with yours, subsequently pulling you to a stop. You squeezed his hand, closing your eyes and taking several deep breaths. “What happened?”
“I need to talk to HR right fucking now,” you replied quietly, voice trembling with the effort of remaining calm. “I cannot work with Yong-Sun anymore, not after what he just said. So–”
“Hold on, what did he say to you?” Hyunjin cut you off and immediately regretted it when you half-heartedly glared at him. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, but I’m not explaining this twice,” you huffed through your nose. “So if you wanna know, you gotta come with me to HR.” Hyunjin nodded, prompting you to continue on your warpath to the human resources office. You knocked on the door, expecting to be met with Jian’s bright smile, but faltered at the sight of an unknown blonde woman.
“May I help you?” The woman’s voice was light and sweet, but her expression was anything but. You saw right through her corporate smile.
“May I come in?” You answered her question with one of your own. “I need to file a report and I’d rather not talk about it in the hallway.”
“Of course,” she mumbled as she turned away, sitting in Jian’s chair and gesturing at the two in front of the desk. Hyunjin tugged your chair closer to him so he could rest a hand on your knee.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but who are you and where is Jian?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows. The woman’s smile strained a bit, making it look more like a grimace.
“My name is Amy. I’m filling in for Jian while she’s out of the country,” Amy explained as she folded her hands on the desk in front of her.
“Oh, is she–”
“I am not obligated to answer any questions about Jian’s personal life,” Amy rudely firmly cut your concerned questions off before they could even leave your mouth. “Now, how may I help you?”
“Like I said,” you repeated, plastering the same fake smile as Amy on your face, although yours held the same sinister edge that Minho’s could. “I need to file a report about the idol I’m working with.”
“Alright,” she agreed with a sigh. She shuffled through some papers on the desk, taking all the time in the world to locate one document, only to set it aside and pull a form up on her laptop. “What is the idol’s name?”
“Choi Yong-Sun, although he’s still pre-debut,” you answered while narrowing your eyes at the leisurely pace of her typing.
“Oh, you mean Eli,” Amy corrected after opening his profile.
“Uh, yeah, sure. Do you know him?” You shared a look with Hyunjin, who was just as suspicious as you were.
“Not that it’s any of your business-” your brows shot up to your hairline. “-but his older brother is my husband. What could Eli have possibly done to deserve an HR report?”
“Well for starters, he’s been hitting on me ever since I was assigned to him despite me turning him down politely multiple times,” you recounted with a growing pit of frustration in your stomach, courtesy of Amy’s indifference. “I tried so hard to stay professional with him and give him a chance to fix his attitude–”
“His attitude,” Amy scoffed to herself, but you heard her loud and clear and chose to ignore it.
“But today, just a few minutes ago, he told me to my face that “nobody would care if I fucked the company whore”,” you recited Yong-Sun’s insult with exaggerated air quotes to drive your point home. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hyunjin’s spine go rigid, and grabbed his arm to keep him in his chair.
“I see…” Amy trailed off, tapping her nails on the desk instead of, you know, writing your report. “Eli is a very genuine and honest young man, so why would he feel the need to call you a whore?” You blinked at her.
“I know you’re not trying to blame this on me, right?”
“I’m trying to get clarification on the situation,” Amy shot back in her annoyingly neutral corporate language. She looked at you expectantly. “So? Why?”
“Probably because he’s an entitled brat that’s throwing a tantrum since he’s not getting his way,” Hyunjin cut in with venom dripping from his voice. Amy had the audacity to clutch her metaphorical pearls.
“Excuse me?!”
“You heard me,” he doubled down, leaning as far forward as he could with you blocking him. “He’s lashing out at Y/N because she told him no.” Amy faltered momentarily before recollecting herself. She raised a sculpted eyebrow.
“Do you have proof that this conversation happened?” She asked with a slight tilt of her head.
“...proof?” You repeated, absolutely dumbfounded.
“Was it recorded? Is it on video, or an audio file? Was another person present that can support your claim?” With every question, your heart dropped further into your stomach.
“N-No, but–”
“Then right now, it’s your word against his. I’ll have a meeting with Eli to hear his side of the story, then your report will be forwarded to the appropriate channel. Have a good day,” Amy concluded with an extremely forced smile before turning her attention to her laptop, tapping away on the keyboard while deliberately ignoring your existence.
“Let’s go,” Hyunjin grumbled, shooting daggers at Amy as he led you out the door, back to the studios. He knew your brave face was crumbling quickly, so he took you into a small, empty studio. He chose this one specifically due to its lack of windows, giving you much-needed privacy as he drew you into a hug. You hid in the crook of his neck, letting the tears finally fall and soaking the collar of his shirt. His heart ached as you trembled in his hold. You stayed like that for a few minutes, silent except for your occasional sniffles. Then your work phone vibrated in your pocket, and all of the tension you had finally released reentered your muscles.
“He’s calling,” you mumbled as you reluctantly pulled away from Hyunjin. He cupped your face in both hands, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs.
“Do you want me to answer it?” He offered as his forehead creased with concern. You shook your head.
“No, it’s okay,” you cleared your throat before picking up the call. “Hi… yeah, I’m coming back… it doesn’t matter where I went, just–” You sighed heavily, but quietly. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”
“I’m going with you,” Hyunjin said after you hung up. “I’m staying with you in the studio. He can’t just insult you and get away with it. We’re not gonna let that happen.”
“Okay.”
“You’re–” Hyunjin paused briefly, a little surprised. “You’re not gonna argue?”
“Nope. I don’t want to be alone with him anymore and I know your schedule is done for today,” you admitted with a shrug. “Come on, I want to stop at the bathroom before going back.” While you went in to splash some cool water on your face, Hyunjin called Chan to fill him in.
“Yo, Matt said you disappeared on him,” Chan teased once the call connected. "Did you–"
“Chan, I left to go to HR with Y/N,” Hyunjin explained bluntly, cutting any playful banter off in an instant.
“What happened?” Chan asked, now in full protective leader-mode. Hyunjin quickly recalled everything that he knew, starting with you storming through the building and ending with the call you just had with Yong-Sun.
“I’m going to sit in the studio with her,” Hyunjin stated after a concerningly long sigh from the group’s eldest.
“Good. Don’t tell the others until we get home,” he instructed. “I don’t need anyone starting fist fights at the company.”
“Right,” Hyunjin agreed as you stepped out of the bathroom, looking a bit refreshed. He exchanged hasty goodbyes with Chan before joining you at your side.
“Who is that?” Yong-Sun asked as soon as you returned to the studio. He sneered while eyeing Hyunjin judgmentally.
“I’m her boyfriend,” Hyunin answered in your place, flopping onto the small couch in the middle of the room like he owned the space. “I decided to keep her company for the rest of her shift. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, whatever,” the younger boy scoffed, crossing his arms and pouting like a child. “Get moving, Y/N. We have work to catch up on now cus of your outburst.” You bit your tongue, metaphorically and physically, as you took your place in front of the soundboard. Yong-Sun shut the recording booth door behind him. You began the gruelling task of listening to him attempt to rap the same verse over and over again.
“Lower the volume of the percussion track,” Yong-Sun demanded. You subtly rolled your eyes, leaning forward a bit to reach the slider. Hyunjin was watching Yong-Sun like a fucking hawk during the whole session, so while you didn’t notice the predatory smirk grow on his face, Hyunjin definitely did. He narrowed his eyes at Yong-Sun, slowly sitting up as he followed where the younger musician’s gaze landed.
“Actually, put them back up,” he back-peddaled after you had straightened back up. Irritated, you shouted a whole slew of colorful words in your head while leaning forward to adjust the slider back to its original position. He waited again for you to stand up fully before making his next comment.
“Also, I think the bass is too high. Bring the volume–”
“Enough,” Hyunjin snarled as he appeared behind you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, gently tugging you closer until your back hit his chest.
“You got a problem?” Yong-Sun retorted, tapping his foot impatiently. “I’m trying to work, man.”
“No you’re not,” Hyunjin chastised with his lip curled up in disgust. “You’re pretending to make adjustments so you can look down Y/N’s shirt.” Your eyes widened. You wore this shirt all the time and never had any issues until now. Probably because Xdinary Heroes actually respected you as a person.
“So?”
“...so? So?!” It took every ounce of willpower in Hyunjin’s body to keep himself from screaming at the younger boy. “So don’t pull cheap, shady tricks just to stare at my girlfriend’s tits, you little fucking pervert!”
“What the fuck did you–” A knock on the door, thankfully, stopped the argument in its tracks before it escalated too much.
“Hello!” A young woman you recognized from Itzy’s team poked her head in the room. She grinned brightly, blissfully unaware of the turmoil she just ended. “I’m sorry for interrupting, but we have this room booked for Ryujin in ten minutes.”
“Oh! Thank you for reminding us, we’ll get things wrapped up,” you replied with a grin of your own, one that you hoped looked natural. She nodded before disappearing back into the hallway. The room fell into a tense moment of silence until Yong-Sun roughly threw the booth’s headphones onto their stand.
“Fucking bitch,” he grumbled curses under his breath as he stalked out of the studio. With him gone, you let out a sigh of relief.
“Wow, okay,” you chuckled wryly while wiggling out of Hyunjin’s grip. You crossed the room, grabbing your bag from the coat hooks on the wall. “I don’t actually have anything to pack up, so let’s–” You cut yourself off with a gasp as Hyunjin spun you around by your hips. Your back hit the wall, followed by his hands to cage you in between his arms.
“God, that little bastard pissed me the fuck off,” he growled before crashing his lips into yours, moving a hand from the wall to rest on the side of your neck. A small noise of shock escaped the back of your throat as his tongue brushed against your bottom lip. You dropped your bag, gripping the front of his shirt in your shaky fingers as he licked into your mouth, running his tongue along yours in a way that was somehow lazy and heated all at once. The hand that was still on the wall slid down to squeeze your hip. You whined quietly into the kiss, sending a shiver down Hyunjin’s spine.
“I gotta show him that you’re fucking taken, sweetheart,” he muttered between kisses that trailed down your jaw, down your neck, right to a sensitive spot where your neck connected to your collarbone. He nipped the delicate skin, smirking to himself as you failed to contain another whimper. He soothed the playful bite with a feather-light kiss.
“Our pretty girl.” You smacked a hand over your mouth to muffle an embarrassingly desperate moan as he sucked a deep purple mark onto your skin. Reality came crashing into the two of you when you heard another knock at the door. Hyunjin let out an irritated grunt, licking the fresh hickey one last time before picking up your fallen bag and leading you to the car, hand-in-hand.
At the dorms, you were swiftly whisked away by the two youngest members of the group while Hyunjin met up with Chan in the kitchen. They stood next to each other, casually leaning against the counter in a posture much too relaxed for how angry they were.
“I told everyone. They’re not happy, to say the least,” Chan broke the silence first.
“How do we handle this?”
“I already had to talk Seungmin out of skipping schedules to stay with her. Again,” Chan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “He almost got in serious trouble doing that when she worked at the bookstore.”
“It doesn’t have to be just Seungmin,” Hyunjin pointed out. “We could come up with some kind of rotation.”
“No. That’s unfair to Y/N. She doesn’t need us hovering over her at all hours,” the eldest argued.
“You haven’t seen the way this kid looks at her,” Hyunjin countered with a light scoff. “He doesn’t respect Y/N. He sees her as some kind of prize. It’s disgusting.”
“It is, and it’s even worse that this HR woman is so clearly biased in his favor,” Chan said as he turned to stand in front of Hyunjin, face-to-face. “Which is why I reached out to Mr. Jeong.”
“Jeong…” Hyunjin trailed off as he mentally ran through a list of everyone he knew at the company. “Wait, Jeong? As in, Jimmy Jeong? The CEO?!”
“Yup. I don’t even know if he’s going to see my email, let alone actually doing something about this woman. But I had to try,” Chan concluded with a one-sided shrug. “For now, we’ll just have to make sure we all have our phones off of silent mode while she’s in the studio with him.”
“Alright,” Hyunjin reluctantly agreed, shaking his head incredulously. “Looks like it’s a waiting game, now.”
Summary
Things continue to heat up online, bringing Minho's emotions to a boiling point
Warnings
angry minho, mild destruction of property (no one is hurt except a coffee table), descriptions of past violence (not against reader or skz), cops are useless, chan is protective, felix is horny, i have a vague idea of how this series is gonna end (not for a while tho), sort of proof-read
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Minho was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed because, somehow, the whole internet knew the pack’s designations. Not even one fucking hour had passed since you and Jeongin joined Chan and Felix, but whatever fucking rat that told the world about you had now put the entire pack’s safety at risk. You and Felix were in the most danger. Claim marks wouldn’t stop a greedy enough alpha, and the mere thought of it had every muscle in Minho’s body tensed hard enough to make him tremble. He sat alone in the living room, glaring daggers at the carpet as he tried to rein in his anger.
“Minho?” Jisung asked carefully, poking his head into the room with concern written all over his face. Minho’s jaw twitched as he ground his teeth.
Leave. God, Jisung, please leave, Minho pleaded in his mind, as if the beta would be able to hear it, too. I love you, but fuck, I need you to leave before I explode. Ple–
“What’s wrong?” Jisung’s timid question shut down every train of thought Minho had, leaving behind nothing but pure, burning rage.
“God fucking damn it!” Minho’s low snarl stunned Jisung, making his jaw drop. It quickly snapped shut as the scent of burning pine needles permeated the air, growing thicker by the second and stinging the back of Jisung's throat. With nowhere else to channel his pent-up anger, Minho flipped the coffee table, scattering the items it held and sending it into the wall with a loud thud.
“Changbin!” Jisung called in a panic as he ran toward the alpha’s room. He and Hyunjin met Jisung halfway, followed by Seungmin moments later. The pack’s betas jumped as another crash echoed from the living room. All four of them rushed back to where Minho stood panting in the middle of the room. Changbin motioned for the others to stop by the doorway, sharing a quick look with Hyunjin. The eldest beta nodded, shielding the younger boys while Changbin approached Minho.
“Min, what’s goin’ on?” He asked slowly and calmly despite his racing heartbeat. He raised his hands once Minho’s wild eyes landed on him.
“I c-can’t- the pack, our- our, fuck,” Minho stumbled over his words as his fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the strands so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Listen to me,” Changbin started as he inched closer to the distraught alpha. “You need to calm down, or you might regress just like Chan did.”
“B-But–”
“What the hell is happening out here?!” As if summoned by his name, the pack’s alpha stormed into the living room, shirt gone and pants hanging crookedly on his hips. Evidence of his hasty attempt to look at least halfway decent before leaving his room. His eyes widened at the mess strewn around the room.
“Shit,” Minho hissed as he dropped to the floor, curling tightly on himself as the overwhelming anger switched from destruction to a flood of tears. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry- I shouldn’t have- I should’ve–”
“Minho,” Chan cut the younger alpha’s frantic rambling, kneeling in front of him and placing both hands on his shoulders. “It’s okay. Talk to me.”
“It’s not okay! Our designations were leaked, everyone knows that Felix and Y/N are omegas! They…” he trailed off for a moment, face blanching in horror. “Oh my god- Felix and Y/N, are–”
“They’re fine,” Chan reassured with a squeeze to Minho’s shoulders. “They’re a little rattled, but they’re safe with Jeongin.”
“Did I scare them?” Minho asked in a strained whisper, as if he was afraid of the answer.
“No. They’re more worried than anything,” he replied as he moved his hands from Minho’s shoulders to his face, gently brushing away the tears with his thumbs.
“I’m sorry,” Minho apologized again, letting his eyes flutter shut as he leaned into the pack alpha’s touch. “I didn’t want to distract you from Felix and Jeongin.”
“Min–”
“Minho!” You gasped as you ran into the living room with Jeongin on your heels.
“I tried to stop her–”
“Oh my god,” Felix mumbled as he appeared behind Jeongin, sweat still beading on his hairline. The pack’s youngest groaned, looking very much like the eldest as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I told both of you to stay in Chan's room.” You ignored him in favor of worming your way between the two eldest alphas. You got a feeling of deja vu as you forced Minho to uncurl from the tight ball he had wound himself into. Jisung skirted around Hyunjin to join you, wrapping his arms around the alpha from behind. Both of you released copious amounts of pheromones, replacing the scent of Minho’s anger with a calming floral scent laced with mint and sandalwood.
“Not you,” Jeongin sighed, grabbing Felix by the waist when the blonde tried to get closer.
“Why?” Felix complained as he half-heartedly smacked the alpha’s hand.
“You smell like heat, Lix. You might rile him up more,” he explained, earning a pout but no further arguments from the omega.
“So,” Chan began, shifting to sit in a more comfortable position on the floor. “Start from the beginning. Tell me what happened.”
“I, um-” He cleared his throat to stop his voice from shaking. “I got a text from Yeosang about fifteen minutes ago telling me to check twitter. We’re trending in a few different hashtags because our designations were leaked.”
“Why is anybody believing it, though?” Seungmin asked, scrunching his eyebrows as he rested his chin on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “It’s not like people haven’t speculated before.”
“That’s true,” Hyunjin agreed with a tilt of his head. “The company can just make an announcement discouraging the spread of rumors, just like every other time we started trending.”
“They could if this was like any other time,” Minho sighed heavily and let his forehead rest against yours.
“What does that mean?” Changbin chimed in while crossing his arms, shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot.
“Our certificates got posted.” A stunned silence fell over the room. At birth, everyone was given a regular birth certificate and resident registration card. After a person presented as their sub-gender, they received a certificate officially identifying them as an alpha, beta, or omega. It was necessary for a myriad of reasons, the main one being similar to a census to keep track of the population size of each sub-gender. It was also very, very illegal to post such documents online, even if the document belongs to the person posting.
“How–?”
“I don’t know, Seungmin,” Minho cut the youngest beta off with another sigh.
“Right, I get why you’re upset. I am, too, obviously,” Chan said, slightly narrowing his eyes at the younger alpha. “But what made you lash out?”
“F-Fuck, alpha,” Felix interrupted the tense moment with a shameless whimper. All eyes turned to the blonde as he hid his face in Jeongin’s neck. Jeongin chuckled nervously while his face flushed a deep red from the light kisses being peppered across the sensitive skin of his scent glands.
“Take Felix back to our room,” Chan instructed. “I need to think straight and I can’t do that if I’m hard cus of your horny asses.”
“Yeah, right, yeah,” Jeongin mumbled as he coaxed Felix out of hiding to steer him down the hall, only for Felix to whine and dig his heels in the ground.
“You come, too, little ‘mega,” he demanded, making grabby hands in your direction.
“I’ll come back soon, Lix,” you refused gently, sending him an encouraging smile. “I promise. Just go with Jeongin.”
“Hmm…” Felix growled quietly, more as a display of irritation rather than aggression.
“Pleaaase?”
“Fine,” he finally conceded, letting Jeongin lead him back to Chan’s room without any more fuss.
“So?” Chan prompted after the door clicked shut, raising an eyebrow at Minho.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about the omegas getting taken,” he replied quietly and squeezed your waist tighter. “You know how ring leaders operate. They don’t care if an omega is mated. They don’t even think of omegas as human, Chan! To ring leaders, omegas are just fucktoys and tools for breeding!”
“I know. Believe me, Minho, I know,” Chan said while running a hand through your hair. “I’ve seen it happen, remember?”
“You have?!” You whipped around to gape at Chan, earning a grunt of displeasure from Minho. This was news to you, but apparently the others knew exactly what he was referring to.
“I haven’t told you?” Chan sighed as you shook your head. Your eyebrows creased in concern from the solemn look that spread over the pack alpha’s face.
“When I was a kid, back in my neighborhood pack, I lived next to a mated couple. They were alone in their house, and they were a beta and omega, so most of the alphas on the block kept an eye on them. Helped keep them safe, y’know? It was working well, and things were fine. Normal. Then one day, I was in my backyard with Hannah and Lucas when we heard glass break and the couple screaming. I hadn’t presented yet, but I was still the older brother, so I got Hannah and Lucas inside before rushing out front,” he faltered, briefly glancing up at the ceiling to regain his composure. You knew where this was going. You knew, but it still made you nauseous.
“I’m not sure how, but a ring must’ve heard about them. ‘Easy prey’. That’s what these men called the omega as they dragged him out of his house. And I couldn’t do a goddamn thing to help them. I just stood there, frozen in fear, while the omega was bound and thrown in the back of a van and the beta was beaten half to death. I couldn’t move even after they drove away, not until Hannah asked what was going on. The cops did everything they could, but the omega was gone, and that absolutely broke his mate.”
“That…” You exhaled shakily, clinging to his hand and Minho’s arm to stave off the panic pooling in your stomach. “That’s awful. Is that why your nightmares affected you so badly?”
“It’s the main reason, and it’s also why I’m setting some ground rules until this mess gets sorted,” Chan stated while motioning for everyone to come over. The six of you sat in a haphazard circle on the floor, with you still in Minho’s lap and Jisung tucked closely into his side.
“No one will be leaving this dorm alone. At least one of the alphas will be with the betas and omegas at all times when in public. That includes your classes, Y/N,” Chan listed, looking pointedly at you.
“But Jeonghoon and Jiyoung will be with me, you shouldn’t–”
“This is not up for negotiation,” he ordered, giving you absolutely no room to argue. “The safety of my pack is my top priority. You and Felix are especially vulnerable, so I do not care if we’re recognized at your school. When your classes start up, you will have Jeonghoon and Jiyoung. But you will also have one of our alphas, understand?”
“I understand,” you grumbled reluctantly. Chan was right, of course, but you had sliiightly too much pride to just accept it.
“Is everyone else good with these rules?” After receiving a chorus of agreement, Chan stood with a huff, holding his hand out to you. “Come on, we gotta get back to Felix and Jeongin.”
“I’ll call the police and give them an update,” Seungmin offered while watching you head toward Chan’s room.
“Good. Thank you, Seungmin,” Chan paused with his hand on the doorknob. He turned, poking his head back into the living room. “If anything else happens, please come tell me.” He disappeared without waiting for a response, pulling you into his room and letting the door shut with a soft click.
Two days later, Jeongin’s rut was finished, but Felix was still in the midst of his heat. Luckily, the stubborn blonde was allowing you and Chan to tap out and take breaks, as long as he had one of you in the room at all times. Right now, you had the oh-so-heavy burden of getting fucked stupid by the older omega, giving Chan the chance to catch up with the rest of the pack.
“Have you heard anything from the police?” He asked as soon as he stepped foot in the living room.
“Well, good morning to you, too,” Seungmin replied sarcastically, then immediately ducked to avoid the smack aimed at the back of his head. “Okay, damn! No need for violence at 9am.”
“Seungmin.”
“Sorry, dad.” He narrowly escaped another smack. “Yes, I got a call from the cops. Just now, actually.”
“And? Have they found out who leaked our info?” Chan crossed his arms as he leaned against the kitchen counter, looking at the youngest beta expectantly.
“Not exactly,” he mumbled while tapping his bicep impatiently. “So far, all they’ve been able to figure out is that the original posts came from two separate IP addresses.”
“Which means?”
“It was done by two people. One that leaked Y/N as our packmate and one that doxxed us,” the beta explained. “And right now, the cops don’t have a single fucking clue who these people are.”
“Shit. Shit,” Chan swore through clenched teeth. He straightened up abruptly, and Seungmin watched with raised brows as the alpha stormed into his room. He couldn’t make out the hushed conversation, but a minute later, Chan moved toward the front door.
“Where are you going?” Seungmin asked skeptically.
“We-” He tugged the beta closer to his side by the wrist. “-are paying Min-Ji a little visit.”
“What?! Why now, and why me?!”
“I’ll fill you in on the ride over. I need you there because you always keep your cool, even when I can’t,” Chan admitted. He tilted his head, letting his eyes flicker toward the door before meeting Seungmin’s, silently asking if he was ready to go.
“Ah, fuck,” he sighed heavily, shaking his head before stepping into his shoes. “Let’s get this over with.”
