#g.n reader

Tank hated fighting, hated having to justify themself.

They didn’t even know how they got to this point, but they fucking hated it.

“For fucks sake Milo, no. The answer is no! I’m not gonna go to their house alone and invade their space. I’ve got an apartment, I’m not some scared Pup that needs protecting.” They huffed, annoyed for a plethora of different reasons. “That's not true though, is it? It’s because you’re in love with David and Asher, aren’t you?” It wasn’t a question. 

Milo knew the truth.

Tank froze, heart thumping away under their chest so hard and fast they swore he would be able to hear it. “Who-”

“No one told me. I figured it out. Seemingly, I’m the most observant in that group, which is sad but anyway. I saw the looks you give them, and the way your eyes light up when they talk to you, and the small touches that you could never quite fight the urge to lean into. It didn’t take me long to piece it together” He explained slowly, as though explaining to a child why they couldn’t have candy. 

They suddenly felt very stupid.

He coughed lightly, “Are you gonna tell them?” Immediately their head snapped up and met his gaze. Shaking their head, “No. No I am not.” It was the truth. One they had to live with every day. 

They would never tell either of them.

“Why not?” It was a simple question but they looked at him like he was insane. “Why not?! Are you serious? I am not going to get in the middle of the greatest love story there ever was. Those two are perfect for each other and…. and I'd just ruin it. No, I won't do it. I can't.” They snapped, voice trailing off into something sad and defeated.

“Why? You wouldn’t ruin it.” He said it like it was a fact, but they simply scoffed, feeling their anger bubble beneath the surface. “Yes, I would.”

“Why? How?”

“Because I'm not good enough!” They yelled.

They slapped a hand over their mouth.

Their eyes went wide.

“Tank-“ He whispered, lips parted in shock and sadness.

“It’s the truth.” They muttered dejectedly. “I'm not good enough… and I never will be. That’s fucking David and Asher. They’ve always been David and Asher. I heard the stories growing up and hated that they were so perfect, hated them for being so perfect, hated knowing that I’d never have that. But then I met them and found out that they were even more amazing in real life and I just…”

They took a steadying breath. “I will never be good enough. I’m a bad person. I’m just like my parents and I will never inflict myself on anyone; but especially not David and Asher.” They practically whispered it, feeling their chest physically ache with each word.

Milo took a deep breath, processing the words his friend had meekly uttered. “That's such bullshit.” He watched as they flinched harshly, looking scared. They sighed heavily, “Milo, you don’t get it. You’ve had your mate for so long and I’m so happy for you two, don’t get me wrong. But being in love with your best friends isn’t some cut-and-dry thing. It’s messy, especially when you know they don’t love you back and never will.” It was like they were reading from an ancient table, a script set in stone. 

To Tank, that’s what those words were though, they were the truth and the foundation that they based their love life off. They had no chance with the people they were actually in love with, and never would; so they found that affection, that ‘love’, that intimacy elsewhere. Usually bad places, if they were honest.

Places like Quinn.

Places that left them broken and fucked up, places that were messy and dirty but made them feel alive for a few sad moments.

“Okay right, let’s clear a few things up right here, right now. Sit your ass down.” Tank gulped, Milo wasn’t fucking around. Honestly, Marie had taught him how to do the scary mother accent and fuck if it wasn’t almost as terrifying as hers. They sat obediently, sinking down into their chair and pulling their knees up to their chest.

“Tank.” He sighed, trying to decide how to word this conversation without sounding like an asshole. “You’re right, David and Asher have been David and Asher for as long as I can remember, but that doesn't mean that’s the way it always has to be. Change isn’t something you need to be scared of. Yes, it can suck. Yes, it can break your heart and make you feel fucking awful. But it can also be great. It can make things better and surprise you in ways you hadn’t dared to imagine.” He smiled as he said it, flashes of his Stealth flickering through his mind.

“I’ve seen the way you look at them when you think no one’s watching, like they hung the moon. Like they’re the very oxygen you breathe. But what you don’t see is the looks they give you when you’re not looking.” Their head snapped up to meet his eyes, disbelief and mistrust flashing through their eyes clear as day. “No, that's not what-” They started.

“Stop. Just let me explain then you can argue until your throat bleeds, okay?” There was that voice again. Tanks’ jaw snapped out so hard, the clink of their teeth was audible. “Good. Now, when you’re not looking, or you’re busy, or whatever, David and Asher look at you like you’re the only person that exists. They look at you like you're the only person in the room. David looks so proud and breathless and like he’s two seconds away from losing his mind if he couldn't touch you. And Asher… Asher looks at you like you’re the prettiest diamond in existence. But more importantly, they both look so in love with you.” Milo finished his little speech with that bombshell and sat back, watching with a careful eye as Tank’s brain turned the words over. A handful of times they spluttered, mouth opening and closing as they tried to formulate a coherent sentence.

“No- They can't. That's not what they’re… I’m sure you're seeing things, that’s not-” They mumbled quickly, breath short and panicked. A hand found its way to their hair to pull at the strands in distress, nails scraping at their skull brutally. Milo moved closer, fingers curling around theirs and pulling them into his palms. “In the words of Forrest Gump; ‘I may not be a smart man, but I know what love is’. I know what love looks like. And those two look like the literal definition of lovesick puppies.” They sucked in a breathy laugh at his reference. “I don't expect you to fully believe it, or for my words to instantly make you feel better. But maybe try sneaking a glance at them every once in a while, might prove more useful than you think.” He smiled gently, seeing the disbelief that people loved them was hard. Milo knew their past was anything but perfect, but maybe they’d start to see the truth a bit more.

They bit their lip, brain listing the number of reasons why that could go awfully wrong and end up with them kicked out of the pack, or worse.

But then again… Tank never had much of a self-preservation instinct.

Milo only hoped David and Asher could get their shit together in time. He needed his friends to buck up and help Tank see how much they meant to the boys.  Milo was not a religious man, but he prayed that night. 

The moonlight streamed in through the open curtains and you and your lover were cuddled up on the couch together. 

“You okay there, sundrop?” He asked quietly, smiling like a love-sick puppy. You nodded, softly smiling back before stopping. “Why do you call me that?” You chuckled, legs draped over the older man’s lap, his soft grey sweatpants were warm against your calves. “What? Sundrop?” He asked, fingers flexing against our skin. You nodded slightly, humming in agreement.  “Uh, well I'm afraid I can't tell you that.” He coughed, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck. “Oh, why?” You asked in a teasing tone, hand outstretched to intertwine with his free one. 

“Well… I hate to say it but I'm afraid it would ruin my reputation as William Dominic Solaire, feared leader of the Solaire Clan.” He mumbled, blush spreading across his cheeks in that cute way of his.  “Oh, love. I’m afraid anyone who is even remotely close to you already knows that that’s not true.” You teased, hand moving up to cover his warm cheek. His blush intensified and he lightly pinched at your leg. 

“Ugh, you’re so mean.” He groaned out, face turning into your palm. He kissed the skin gently, eyes locking with yours. Winking, he kissed your hand once again before moving away. His palms went under your arms, hoisting you onto his lap gently. Soft hands settled around your waist and William buried his head into your chest, nuzzling softly. Your fingers traipsed through his hair, tugging gently at the strands. A low groan built up and soon the vampire was putty in your hands. “So… you feel like explaining yet?” You whispered, shifting to sit fully on him. William still kept you secure against his chest, hands bunching up in your, his, shirt.

“Hmm, fineeeee.” He dragged out. Drama queen. You rolled your eyes and moved even closer, pressing into him. “Well, go on then.” You kissed the top of his head, chuckling at the groan he let out. “Fuck, okay.” He sighed, “Well, you see… dear lord above this is humiliating.” He whispered and you could feel the fear pierce your heart. Leaning back, you took his face into your hands, tilting it upwards so you made eye-contact. 

“Hey. You don’t have to tell me if you really don't want to, love. I won’t be mad, I was just teasing and a little curious.” You soothed, bringing your foreheads together. William smiled, shifting back on the couch for a moment before leaning up and connecting your lips. You hummed into it, caught off guard. Your lover’s hand slid under your shirt and onto your back. William never failed to amaze you, his taste of caramel melting on your tongue. Breaking away for air, he held you impossibly close. “Oh, my beautiful sundrop. I know, I am positive you would never pressure me into anything. I trust you with everything I have and everything in me.” He declared brightly, lips stretched into an adorable grin. You breathed a little easier as he beamed at you. 

“Okay, I love you,”

“I love you too.” He promised wholeheartedly, hands sneaking under your thighs. You tilted your head, confused before scrambling to grab at his shoulders. “WILLIAM! OH MY GOD WILL! PUT ME DOWN” You shrieked, heart pounding as he continued to move. One hand moved to hit his shaking chest as that addictive laughter rolled through him.

“Oh hush, my darling. I assure you that I would never even think about dropping you.” God, he really was finding all new ways to melt you. A ‘humph’ was forced out of you as your vampire dropped you backwards onto the bed. He slid in gracefully next to you sprawled out form. Stretching his, frankly ridiculously, long arms out, he offered you a space on his chest. You immediately moved in between his legs, placing your head in the crook of his neck and your back snuggly against his chest. 

“Alright, so you wanted to know why I call you my sundrop. Correct?” You nodded, fingers coming up to play with his cold ones. “Well. I suppose it felt natural.” He answered simply, causing you to let out a confused noise. “I guess it’s because, well you know, the sun can hurt us so we stay hidden and tucked away from it. But you, you were my sunset. You let me come out and stop hiding myself away. You allowed me to be myself and to have that joy without fear, without restriction. You, my sundrop, have brought so much happiness and love into my life and that was not something I was confident I could or ever should have again. You have proved me wrong, and I have never been so glad to be wrong.” He finished sweetly, soft kisses being pressed to the side of your neck. You blushed heavily, a rogue tear pricking your eye at his sweet words. “I love you so much William.” You breathed out, moving further into his embrace. 

Damien was overworking himself.

Lasko was distancing himself.

Huxley was deflecting his needs.

The Freelancer was once again neglecting all their issues in favour of helping their partners and pushing all their problems down to an unhealthy level of avoidance.

And Gavin, Gavin was helpless as he was forced to watch his partners spiral further into their respective self-destructive patterns. He wouldn’t stand for it.

“Alright hoes and bros. Get your fine asses over here.” Gavin instructed, *that* tone slipping into his voice. Freelancer trailed in first, shoulders tense and eyes downcast. They look almost ashamed…? “Hey.” They greeted curtly, voice clipped with a hint of anxiousness. He smiled reassuringly, eyes soft and calm.

Huxley and Damien walked in together, hand-in-hand. Damien looked tired and his face was drawn, Gavin likened him to a Tim Burton character. Huxley on the other hand, looked like the epitome of radiance. His shoulders were back and head held high, but after dating him for so long, all of them could see how tired and lifeless his eyes were. Lasko shuffled in last, sweater paws covering his hands and eyes looking everywhere but his partners. Well… weren’t they a motley crew.

“Okay. First off, what the fuck y’all?” Gavin’s slightly harsh voice broke through the suffocating silence. “Wha-” Huxley started, only to be cut off by the Incubus’ loud voice. “What I mean is… why the fuck are we all avoiding each other and falling back into the same bullshit habits we had prior to working all this out?” He asked sternly, but not unkindly, gesturing to each of his partners. “Well… we’re not. We’re just trying to deal with everything- '' Freelancer tried to protest, absentmindedly running their fingers over each other as they kept them huddled close to their body. Silently protecting themself from the unknown threat that had their hackles raised. “Really? Look” - Gavin took a deep breath, running a hand down his face sadly. - “I’m not trying to diminish or make light of what happened. Everything that happen in and outside of that arena was fucking… bad, it was just bad. But, that’s not an excuse to fall back into old habits.” He sighed, hating the hurt look that flashed across his lovers’ faces. “That's bullshit. We’re not falling into old habits, I, for one, am perfectly fucking fine.” Damien cursed, hurt evident in his voice.

Gavin raised an eyebrow, “Oh really? You’re blowing up and overworking yourself again. Lasko is distancing himself again. Huxley is deflecting all his problems again. And Freelancer is burying their shit and ignoring it as if that means it’ll actually make it go away, again.” He laid it out plain and simple, eyes darting across the various bodies that stood awkwardly in the living room. “Well… when you put it like that.” Huxley laughed humorlessly, a big hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. Everyone blushed at the embarrassment of being called out so bluntly. “I’m not mad, okay? I just wanna help. I wanna do whatever I can to help you all feel better.” Gavin clarified, feet moving him in front of Lasko. The man had stayed suspiciously quiet throughout all of the discussion, he had been awfully quiet. Noticing Gavin walking over, Lasko locked his eyes on his pizza sock clad feet. “Hey, Lasko, look at me please.” It wasn’t a demand nor was it a request. Their eyes met and the air-elemental melted at the love that shone back so intently. “Hi” He whispered, mind half going to the three others that stood in the room. “Hi,” Gavin mouthed back, leaning up into his ear. “You, my love, are going to help me tonight. If you’re up to it, we’re gonna guide those three into that lovely little headspace that they obviously need. I know that you like to sub, but I know domming also appeals to you. Would you be okay with helping me help them?” It was a genuine question, Gavin would never force his lover to do anything he didn’t want to, but he also knew that Lasko desperately needed to be close with them and helping him dom their partners was a perfect way to do that. The air nodded with a smiley hum, cheekily leaning up to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek. Gavin hummed back, nipping at his ear.

They broke away, smiling secretly at each other as the other looked on confusedly. “Right. Now that that's settled, time to deal with you.” He smirked, slightly enjoying the way their eyes lit up. He gestured Lasko over, tucking him under his arm as they sat on the couch, knees touching lightly. Gavin squeezed their joint hands three times before letting go to lean forward, elbows resting on his knees. They had all previously discussed, and consented to what they were about to do but it bares repeating. “Right, Lasko and I are gonna help you. We’re going to use the colour system and anyone can back out or call red at any time.” He spoke clearly and sharply, making sure the message planted itself in their minds. “Damien, come here.” Gavin commanded, the dom™ tone slipping in full force. Without thinking about it, Damien did as instructed, walking up to Gavin. As soon as he was in arms reach, the incubus pulled his front flush against his. He looked up at him, eyes sparkling with love and mischief. “Kneel for me, cutie.” He instructed, watching as the other dutifully fell to his knees with practised grace. A hand immediately found its way into his hair and Damien let out a content hum. “Focus on me and only me. The weight of my hand on your head, the feeling of my thigh under your cheek. The sensation of the pillow under your knees.” Gavin spoke softly, loving the way Damien sunk into the position. Lasko called the other two over, watching as Huxley fell between their legs and Freelancer sat between Lasko’s. “Okay, none of you need to focus on posture. All you need to do is kneel for us and let us take care of you. You are allowed to look at anything you’d like. You’re always allowed to safeword at any time and you may ask us for anything.” Lasko spoke so carefully, any trace of stutter vanished entirely. Gavin was so ridiculously proud of all of them.

A strange sense of pride filled him as he watched his lovers kneel before him. The stronger they are, the harder they fall, he supposed. His hand reached out to stroke Huxley’s cheek where it rested against Lasko’s left thigh. The earth-elemental’s eyes fell shut and he could practically see the stress and thoughts melting out of him. Good.

Lasko looked down, seeing the Freelancer still tense and slightly agitated. He knew that they would be the one that would dispute this the most, that they would claim that they didn't need to submit or need help. “Hey, it’s okay. You have nothing to do, no one to see, no expectations. All you have to do right here and now is sink into that headspace, to let go of all that weight and to let me help you. It doesn’t make you weak or weird.” It was odd, they had almost forgotten how sure of himself he could be when in Domspace. They held their words on the tip of their tongue, not wanting to be punished for saying it. Lasko sensed their hesitation, bringing his thumb and forefinger under their chin, guiding their gaze to his. “My love, nothing bad is going to happen if you say what is on your mind. I know that that was something you’ve had re-enforced for you not to do, but you’re safe with us. You’re our baby and we love you so much. All I wanna do right now is help you let go, so what can I do?” He spoke gently, the hand on their chin was not forceful or threatening. They leaned into it, taking a steadying breath. “I just… I hate feeling pitied and weak. And this, doing *this* with you all makes me feel better because you don’t make me feel like that or wrong or whatever bullshit I cooked up. But, with everything that’s happened, I should’ve done more and I should be doing more.” They admitted, tears clogging up their throat slightly.

Lasko nodded, praising them for being honest and explaining their feelings. “I get that. I truly do, but you’re doing more than enough. How would you feel if I started pushing away all my issues and completely disregarding a sleep schedule and started not eating enough in order to try and help others?” He asked carefully, hands moving to stroke their cheek lightly. They made an angry grumble and rolled their eyes at him. He laughed and stroked their face again.“Exactly. And that's how we feel about you doing it. We hate seeing you push yourself and neglect your own wellbeing for us and the other victims, love.” He admitted, tilting his head and smiling softly at their look of understanding. Freelancer nodded into his head, begrudgingly admitting that they got how their boyfriends felt.“Good, you’re being so good for me.” He praised, guiding their head back onto his thigh. They keened under the praise, a soft blush overtaking their cheeks.

Cute.

Gavin leaned over, smirking at the whine Damien let out as his hand was taken away from his head. “Hey, you did really good.” Gavin whispered, squeezing Lasko’s hand as he gazed fondly over at him. The white-haired male smiled, gaze shifting to Huxley’s relaxed form. He brought a hand up and lightly scratched at his scalp. The bulky elemental let out a rattling hum that was akin to a purr. “Hey, Sir?” Damien asked slowly, almost like his mouth was full of cotton. “Yes, my darling?” Gavin replied, cupping his cheek with the utmost care. Damien swallowed, “Can one of you read to us please?” His words were softer than usual, slow and quiet, like forming the sentences was difficult. The Freelancer let out a hum, brain emptying and rapidly giving into that seductive mindset. “I suppose I can read to you guys. Hmm, oh we have Harry Potter right there. Can you hand me that book please Gavin?” Lasko asked politely, hand outstretched towards the hard cover book that lay abandoned on their coffee table. The incubus did as asked, handing the book to him. “Okay, here we go. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.” He began, one hand resting on the Freelancer’s head, their eyes slipping shut as his addicting voice floated through the air. Gavin shifted slightly, leaning back so that both his hands were tangled in his subs’ hair. Damien melted into him, all previous anger felt so far away it was like it was on a different planet. And for the first time since the whole accident, Huxley felt at peace.

As you stood there, hands poised in front of his door, rain pouring down around you, you felt so pathetic. It was like a scene out of a cliche high-school film. You closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on the feeling of the rain hitting your skin. Your clothes were sticky and felt horrid. All you wanted was some warmth, some safety and maybe a speck of physical affection. 

You lurched forward, fist rapping on the huge wooden door before backing away quickly, insecurities and worries flooding your mind. Shaking your head, you blinked out more tears as his deep voice shouted, “coming!”

The huge mahogany door swung open, revealing the confused brunette. “Sorry I- woah, hey, baby. Are you okay? Shit it’s freezing, come inside.” Huxley stepped out into the rain with you, wrapping a large hand around your back and guiding your shaking form inside. “I’m sorry, oh god I'm so sorry. I just… I just didn’t know where else to go, and I don’t know what to do, and no one was answering their phones and I just had to get somewhere safe-” You felt sick, rambling out half-stuttered apologies and excuses. The earth elemental cut you off, pulling you into his chest, his huge arms encasing you so tightly that you swore nothing could touch you in that moment.

You willed your arms to work, to hug the man back, but instead they sat tightly at your chest, crushed between your bodies. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, my flower. You’re safe. Whatever happened can’t get to you here. You’re okay.” He whispered soothingly. His hands were massive and while they should’ve felt constricting and terrifying, they only provided comfort and warmth as they rubbed up and down your back. “Come on, let me get you some dry clothes.” He pulled back, not missing the soft whimper you let out at the lack of contact. His hand slid into yours, a reassuring squeeze passed between you.

—-

Rugged up, protected by a blanket, and one of Huxley’s shirts, you found yourself staring at the ground between your feet.  Embarrassed and ashamed, you didn’t have any energy to face the consequences that would come from your stupidity.

Of course Huxley would be angry, it was close to midnight and you had just shown up at his door and caused a major inconvenience. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad, I promise.” He always had a knack for reading your thoughts, or maybe you just showed it on your face too much around him. He took a deep breath, voice soft and gentle as he spoke, “May I hug you?” You looked up in shock, surely he didn’t just ask that. You were confused, why didn’t he just outright hug you without asking or something?

“Look… I know I may be a touchy guy, but I will never push you into something that you aren’t comfortable with. And looking at you now, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask.” He smiled sweetly, not a hint of malice or deceit in his gaze. You nodded gently, crawling onto his chest as he laid down on his couch. His arm came up to pull the blanket over you both fully and then rested around your waist. Sniffling slightly, you quickly found yourself melting into the embrace. “You wanna talk about it? Or about anything?” He asked lightly, clearly not missing the fact that you hadn’t said a word since you’d entered the living room. 

“I just…” You trailed off, hating how wrecked your voice sounded. It made you feel even more pathetic and low. “My parents again… Same old bullshit about how there’s something wrong with me and that I’ll never be who I think I am, etc.” You sighed out, feeling the awfully familiar lump in the back of your throat creep forward.

Huxley’s chest heaved under you as he took a deep breath. You could feel the vibrations of his heart under your cheek, the beat soothing your frayed nerves.

“Oh Freelancer. I’m so sorry that they’re like that. But they’re wrong you know, you are exactly who you’re meant to be and nobody can tell you any different. I love you for who you are, and they should too.” He placed a kiss to your forehead, hand resuming its comforting motions along your back.  Smiling weakly, you said “Thank you sunflower. For being here, for loving me, for not treating me like they do, like I probably deserve.” It was the truth, through everything, Huxley was always the one that stuck by your side, never questioning if you were right, or anything they did. 

The tight red ropes were slightly constrictive around Huxley’s chest as he walked. Not that he didn't like it. Huxley had often fantasised about doing something like this… doing something that could so easily get him caught.

Earlier that morning, the Freelancer had wrapped him up so prettily, making him their perfect little playtoy. They’d promised to keep him tied up like a beautiful gift until they could get home and take him apart.

It was safe to say, Huxley’s pants were a little tighter than normal. 

The silky red ropes had been designed for long periods of use and were extremely comfortable. It helped keep the Earth’s mind slow and steady. His anxiety was under control as the ropes kept every bad thought at bay. He didn’t need to think about anything but his school work and the love that he felt from being so securely wrapped up. 

His phone buzzed, their contact name flashing across the screen.

‘the short one <3’ He, in fact, had not chosen the nickname. That was Damien’s handiwork. He was very proud of the fact that he was a whole ½ inch taller than his counterpart.

“Hey, how are you feeling honey?” Their soft voice floated through his phone into his ear. He shivered at the low timber of their voice. “G-good.” He stuttered, the words felt thick in his throat. “They feel good and I'm keeping half an eye on them. I’ll send you progress pics throughout the day to let you know.” He responded quietly, mind floating slightly as they breathed in his ear.

“Good boy.” They breathed so softly. He let out a whimper, a quiet but distinct noise. His cheeks flushed as he quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard. “Floating in the clouds a bit, baby?” Freelancer laughed lightly, thoroughly enjoying the noises they could pull from him. 

It made them proud.

“Okay, I have to go to my first class. Are you gonna be okay?” They whispered gently, he could picture them running their fingers over his cheeks as they spoke. He closed his eyes and subconsciously leaned into the imaginary touches.

“Mhm.” he hummed, mind slowly coming back into himself. “Hux, I want you to call me anytime you need or want okay? This is gonna be a lot and I'm here for you every step of the way.” They promised, speaking their words slowly and clearly so that the message stuck in his brain.

“Thank you.” He swallowed thickly, his mind absorbing their words easily. It was always easy when it was them. 

It was dark in your room. Your curtains were drawn but by the slivers of light, you guessed it was about midday. You didn't know exactly what time it was, you didn't care either. The incessant buzzing of your phone was what brought you back to reality. You figured it was either Aaron or Ollie, for the last week your answers to their messages had become shorter and shorter until they had stopped entirely. The isolation was painful for you but it was what you decided was best, your lovers didn't need you. They had each other and were stable, you were the trainwreck that derailed their whole lives. Your laugh filled the air like a toxic chemical, poisoning everyone in your vicinity. You were like a broken clock, pathetically ticking every once in a while. At some point the buzzing turned into persistent knocking and somewhere deep in your foggy brain you were aware that that meant you had to go answer it, but alas, you simply didn't. You did feel slightly guilty, dropping off the face of the earth was fine enough for you but it would’ve been worrying for your lovers. The immense guilt that weighed you down, turning into exhaustion as your eyelids slipped shut.

“Aaron, shouldn't we at least give them another minute?” Ollie fretted. Both men had keys to your apartment, but they were rarely used, so to the anxious man it felt weird. Taking a deep breath, Aaron pushed all his annoyance down knowing that he was just tired of the cold shoulder they’d been receiving. Ollie didn't deserve his stressed anger. Sliding the younger’s hands into his, Aaron sighed. “It’s been nearly three days of radio silence. Something is wrong. You know how clingy they are, all I wanna do is go in here and see if they’re alright.” Aaron explained slowly, squeezing his partner's hands gently before dropping them. “Yeah, it is weird for them to do this. Okay fine, do it.” Ollie relented, shaking his head slightly. It still felt weird to him but he knew the blond was right. This wasn’t you. A pit of nerves and despair settled deep within both boys as the older turned the key in the lock slowly. Their breath hitched in both their throats as the door was pushed open with a creak that sent shivers down their spines.

“What the-” The words were cut off as Ollie gasped, hands coming up to his mouth. Your apartment was a mess. Both your lovers knew that you hated having a messy room and the rest of your home was no different but now… There were dirty dishes strewn around the place, blankets and pillows thrown haphazardly in the living room, clothes were just dropped on the floor and all the blinds had been drawn. “Oh fuck.” Aaron cursed, taking in the surroundings.

Something was seriously wrong.

The men moved cautiously through your apartment, desperately searching for any signs of life. Their footsteps sounded like booms in the eerily silent house.

The cold was back, you were frozen as you woke once again. It was to the point where waking up was an exhausting task. Many people referred to the feeling as a pit in your stomach but that wasn't right. It was more like a seed that plummeted, growing a tree and spreading its poisonous limbs through you. At first it had started in your chest, taking a hold of your heart and twisting with such force that even breathing hurt. It moved up into your head, alarm bells had sounded but you had ignored them, pushing them away until it had taken hold of your hands and moving became too difficult and by then… Well by then it was too late. “Ollie, look.” Aaron whispered out, gesturing towards your closed bedroom door. The other nodded. Your door was pushed open silently and you could feel their presence. You knew who it was, their smells are evident of that but you didn't move. Figuring that if you melted into the blankets enough then your still body could be passed off as an odd pillow lump. Unfortunately, lady luck was not on your side. “Honey?” Aaron whispered out, voice soft and concerned. You simply blinked, praying to every god that they’d leave. You had fucked up enough already, you just needed to get away and allow them to start over. “C’mon, look at me.” He coaxed, bending down beside your bed, hand resting on your shoulder above the blankets. Ollie sat next to him, facing the picture of worry.

Shit.

You avoided his eyes until a hand snuck under your chin and raised your gaze to him. What he saw terrified him. Your once shining eyes were now lifeless and they screamed for help. It was as though your bed was a tomb now rather than a resting place. He could see the haunted dreams that played just behind your pupils, the silent pleas that danced on your waterline. “What happened?” It was a beg. He needed you, needed to know you were still in there. You said nothing, simply curling up into a tighter ball.

“Hey baby, can I lay with you?” Ollie tried a different tactic. He got a shrug back, taking that as an okay he slipped in behind you. You were warm, a little too warm but he figured that was just from the multitude of blankets you were hiding under. Aaron didn’t move, he didn't know what to do.

“Alright, here’s what’s gonna happen. Ollie is gonna get you into a bath, while he does that I’m gonna clean up your apartment and then we’re gonna get some food into you. Okay? Okay.” The blond decided, nodding to his counterpart who held you tight. You didn’t put up a fight as he lifted you, carrying you like a delicate flower before depositing you onto the bathroom bench. “Look at me, please?” Ollie kept his voice soft, smiling as you met his gaze. “We’re not going anywhere okay? We love you. We wanna be here for you, when you’re happy and you get the promotion but we also wanna be here to help you through the shitty times when life seems too exhausting, when even answering messages is too much to deal with. We’re gonna be here, through thick and thin whether you want to push us away or not. We’re not going anywhere. You're not alone anymore.” He promised, resting his forehead against yours in a silent exchange. After a few silent seconds, you nodded and Ollie leaned back, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Angel sauntered into the room in that special way of yours that captivated David so entirely.

“What?” He asked, knowing you were going to ask a dumb question. You went over and sat on his legs, taking his laptop off his lap. “What makes you think I want something?” You questioned, moving closer and kissing him slowly, trying to subtly win him over. “Because you have that look, Angel. So what is it?” He laughed at your poor distractions techniques. You huffed, pouting lightly but got over it quickly. “Okay, okay fine but you can't be mad at me.” He promised he wouldn't be mad, very skeptical but did it anyway. “Go ahead angel.” He smiled, placing his hands on your hips. “Well, you know how you’re a werewolf?”

“Yes, I'm aware of that fact.”

“Well I was wondering if you could ….” The last sentence was mumbled and even his enhanced hearing couldn't tell what you say “Angel, you’re gonna have to speak louder.” You rolled your eyes and took a breath. “I said, are you able to eat chocolate?” You said it was stone-faced and it took David a minute to realise you were being serious. “Yes, I can eat chocolate.” You nodded in return. He arched an eyebrow at that. “Why, angel?” He was dying to know what brought that on.

You knew you were fucked “well, it's just that y’know how canines can't eat chocolate and you're a werewolf-'' You were picked up by the hands on your waist and thrown to the side of the couch. David abruptly stood up. “I'm not a dog?!” He scoffed jokingly and you burst out laughing. Your boyfriend looked so enraged and you couldn't handle it.

“HAHAHAHAHA I TOLD ASHER YOU’D LOSE IT” You cackled, you’d secretly filmed the whole thing and planned to send it to his beta.“Oh my god, I'm going to kill that little shit. But you first.” You ran away, fearing for your life. David chuckled at your futile attempts.“Angel, you do realise that I’m gonna catch you, right?” He ran after you, you disappeared around a corner and realised that your bedroom was a dead-end. The alpha stopped. He stared at you before charging full speed and grabbing you by the waist. He lifted you up and threw you (somewhat) gently onto the bed. You shrieked, trying to cover your face. He pinned your arms by your sides with his legs and gave you a chance. “If you apologise, i’ll forgive you and you will be spared from your torture” He smirked, knowing you were a stubborn little shit that wouldn’t apologise. “Hmm, nope” You laughed at your cute man. “Well, I tried to warn you.” Suddenly his hands were on your sides.

Ah shit.

He wiggled his fingers and you were sent into a fit of giggles and squirming.

“No, no please. AHAHAH stop, I'm begging you. Mercy mercy” You begged, tears falling from your eyes at the torture you had to endure.“I don't think so Angel, this is your fault.” He kept going, you swore you were about to die. “Please, I'll do anything. I’ll even make dinner and do the dishes.” Your words were broken up by laughter and hiccups. Finally he stopped, giving you a minute to heave your breath back. “Fine. Make me some pasta and delete the video and we got a deal?” He proposed, you nodded enthusiastically. He smiled and leaned down, placing a short kiss to your salty lips before climbing off you. He reached out a hand to help you up, “Right then, get cooking Angel” The alpha winked before disappearing back to the living room.

“That little shit,” You whispered