#I need yall to know at least once a week I wake up in a cold fucking sweat like what the hell is wrong with me WHY did I do that

[emawinslow]

this post is a formal and public apology to maya @radiohour for taking her apartment shopping at ikea when we got to meet each other over the summer. in my defense it was about as last minute as meetups for tumblr mutuals that live across the country can get but still this behavior was unacceptable. so maya. I am so sorry I thought it would be fun to go to ikea, that was a severe lapse in judgment. as for anybody who may decide to text me the day of that they're in the vacuity of washington state and would like to hang out, I promise I will make better arrangements. I have learned from my mistakes and will continue to grow. thank you.

[kissiej]

Schlatt x Reader Blurbs

Hey everyone! It's my first time writing and im DESPERATELY looking for some inspo! Cant find any except maybe waitress at a diner reader??? lmk if yall have any thoughts <3

~Schlatt most definitely is a heavy sleeper and hates waking up

~I also feel like despite what a lot of people think, he's super affectionate and after a long day he loves to cuddle

~For sure works quite a bit whether it's filming or attending meetings and I feel like at least once a week he'll bring you a gift like flowers or just something he saw when he was out bc he feels bad

~I think his love language would be gift giving or quality time

~He's such a fun guy to be around and is a really good talker, but at the end of a social day he likes to watch TV in silence with you

~If you have long hair he LOVES playing with your hair or brushing it and his favorite thing is trying to do hair styles on you

~He has a pretty easy time falling asleep at night, but if you have insomnia or trouble sleeping he'll try to stay up and help you sleep

~When you're sick, your every wish comes true, if you need anything and I mean ANYTHING, this man will bend over backwards for you

~Even though he can be really affectionate and well spoken, he has a hard time conveying his feelings through words but if you often do he'll feel a bit bad

~If you're in the car he'll almost always let you have the aux, and even though he says he hates your music taste, he secretly loves it (or at least most of it)

Again, please please please let me know if theres any requests and I would love feedback on my writing <3

[harrystylesfan2686]

Pieces Part 3

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: the aftermath of the break up has different effects on both, Azriel and Reader.

A/N: yall I'm sick🥲 the updates might be late but I'll try to post as much as possible. Hope you like this one!

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It's been one month.

One month of Healing.

When azriel left, I told myself that I will not contact him until I'm ready. Doesn't matter how much I'm missing him or wanting him. I will not talk to him until I know I won't take him back the second I see him again.

I gave myself two days. Two days to sulk all I wanted. I spent the whole time crying and feeling miserable about myself. Before Az left at least, I wasn't by myself. At least I saw him once a day.

Now? Nothing.

I am totally alone. His absence hit me Hard. Everything I saw, almost brought me to my knees.

The kitchen where we would make dinner together, laughing and joking with each other that many times ended with us covered in flour and syrup.

The couch where we would sit cuddling and talking until we fell asleep, always waking up with strained muscles.

His office where he would sit on his chair in front of his desk, writing out reports and whatnot while I sit in his armchair reading my book. Just enjoying each others company and occasionally taking breaks to make out on the very deck, and then some.

After those dreadful days though, I called Feyre and Mor and had a very much needed girls night. We took out a wine bottle and I spilled everything to them. My mind was too drunk to think my feelings about Elain might offend Feyre but she genuinely felt sad for me and embarrassed about her sister. The poor girl even apologised to my about Elain's behavior to which I immediately told her it wasn't her fault.

When I told them how lonely it got being alone in a big house like this, they suggested maybe I should get a job or something to keep my mind distracted and promised that they'll visit me often. So I did juat that.

I found a part time job at a local library. I have to admit, I'm really enjoying it. I'm the second assistant to the sweetest lady, Hilda, who owns the shop. I don't do much, just help her in small things like adjusting books on self or helping in shipping books out or in. Layla, the first assistant, handles most of the work around the shop. My job is basically doing what she asks of me. The salary isn't much but I don't care because it's never been about money.

The first week was very hard. Everyday after I came home, the silence felt like a slap on the face, reminding me of everything I lost.

But, slowly, I became comfortable with it. Now it's doesn't hurt me as it did before.

There were many times when I think of Azriel, tears filled my eyes, but I never let them free. I sucked them in and did anything else that didn't made me cry, like taking baths, baking my favorite chocolate brownies, reading in front of the fire place while drinking hot coco or calling my friends to take me shopping.

And as time went. I started to heal. I started to feel good, happier with myself. And without even realizing it, I started to love myself.

-☆-

Azriel

It's been one month.

One month of regretting everything I did to my mate.

I've spent my whole month sulking in this room, crying and regretting everytime I chose Elain over my wife. I haven't slept at all since I came here, just enough to keep me functioning. My appetite is gone. I don't eat unless Rhys come and force feeds me like I'm some baby.

I told Rhysand and Cassian everything the first morning i stayed here. Which earned me a flick to head by Cassian and a very disappointed look from Rhys. Even though they didn't give me any scolding(which I very much deserved), the flick and expression said enough.

Rhys has refrained me of any work, handling it himself or having someone else do it. While I have been sitting around here and hating myself. It seems like even my mind has declared itself an enemy, showing me memories of everytime I dismissed Y/N and hurt her in any way at most random times, cutting a deeper cut in my heart everytime.

"Hey Az, I was thinking if we could go out for dinner tonight? There is this new amazing restaurant I saw while walking near Sidra. I really want to try it." She told me as I put on my coat, ready to go.

"I can't, I have a mission for today. Rhys told me it's important so I can't skip. We'll go some other time. Okay?"

"Ok."

I could hear the excitement in her voice when she asked me and the hurt when I rejected her and promised to go another time. The time never came. She never asked again. And I never noticed.

"Az, are you awake?" She whispers in the dead of night. Both of us sleeping on the bed. My back to her, hoping to fall asleep quickly because I have early training tomorrow.

Cassian is spending time with Nesta more, so Rhys has told me to go to an illyrian camp to check how things are going. I have to wake and go there early to catch them off guard to see what's truly going on.

I can't do that if Y/N doesn't let me sleep.

I didn't answer her that night, hoping if i dont respond, she'll think im asleep and doesnt call me again. She really didnt call me again. I prioritized my sleep over her. Her voice sounded so small. She needed me. And I didn't care.

"So, I saw a really cute baby in garden today and..." I drone out her babbling and try to quickly I can get out of here, I promised Elain to help in her garden today. She'll be disappointed if I show up late.

"Az? You're listening to me right?" She suddenly questions, I clear my throat and answer a small, of course, she nods and takes a deep breath, not saying anything anymore. I sign in relief of the silence.

I put my head in my hands and tug hard on my hair, wanting to feel hurt, hurt the kind that she clearly felt and I didn't care.

I hate myself more and more as memories flash through my mind. I can't even cry at this point. I wished she'd hit me when we fought. Slaped and paunched some sense into me. I don't blame her at all for not talking to me. Gods, I wouldn't even blame her if she left me. I deserve it.

How do I fix this?

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Taglist: @cleverzonkwombatsludge @crazylokonugget @going-through-shit @wallacewillow0773638 @kalulakunundrum @cat-or-kitten

[cuddl3s4shur1]

•“𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 •”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:Earth 42 Miles X F! Reader

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬,𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎: Miles owns a business to help with his job as The prowler, he gets a new assistant thats trying to end his marriage .

𝐀/𝐍: Yall asked and yall will recive , i hope yall enjoyed this took a while

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:Cussing,Horrible flirting,Spanish might be a little choppy ( blame apple) For the story HE IS AGED UP

Inspired by: some tiktok and the obsessed movie

Miles started to wake up and get ready for work. He left you a quick note “Don’t move too much , Recuerda que estás en reposo en cama“(remember you are in bed rest ) , he left a tiny heart at the corner .

The butler would come , as miles was getting ready “when she wakes up just make her a breakfast sandwich “ miles lets the butler know . The butler nods at the request, he would swiftly grab his brief case and head off to work .

The car would feel with sounds if Miles hype playlist for work . He enjoyed the playlist sense it reminded him that “he’s a boss “

The boss parks a car in the parking spot that was labeled for him. As he walks to the door he seen a new face . “My name is Mr. Morales , and you are “ he questions her .

“Oh me , I’m Iya Barnes “ he shakes her hand “nice to meet you “ he says and smiles .

Miles opened the door for the lady as a gesture of welcoming and kindness. Miles couldn’t help it , Mama Rio raised him right and always made him a gentleman.Yet the lady didn’t take it that way .

“I’ll give you a quick tour “

He starts giving a nice breif tour of the company, she would get to meet all of her new coworkers and she didn’t know it yet but even the boss .

“If you have any questions either ask me or coworkers “ miles told her .

“Well I do have a quick question, do you know where the prowler is “ she asks him . He lets out a chuckle

“Nice to meet you.. I’m the prowler “ he says .

In the moment the lady fell in love , she loved the way he was so cocky with it , how the word “prowler “ rolls off his tongue.

“Well I’m guessing you’ll be my assistant, so I have 3 rules that every employee follows

1. Don’t ever disrespect my wife.

Although she is not here she does come around and see me at least once or twice per week.

2. Don’t be nosy

“ In the most respectful way , mind your business. Sense you are my assistant sometimes you need to listen to calls . If you don’t have to listen , then don’t listen “

3. “Don’t be touchy touchy

I don’t like when people are all one me. You can give me a tap but I don’t really do hugs with most co workers . “

When he was done with rules , let’s just say the new girl was a little ticked off because he had a wife . She wanted him and now that she heard he had a wife , she was going to be a home wrecker .

During her time on working here she already broke one rule .

Rule number 3 to not be in his business, yet she was . She was ease dropping on a call with him and his wife . She heard that you were going to stop by and drop something off for him . But he was going to be in a meeting.

“Looks like someones being nosy “ a random coworker said as they tapped her shoulder. She quickly takes the earpiece off. “ I hope boss dosn't see you “The person whispers in the girls ear, the unknown walks off from the lady.

In that moment she felt caught , like she did some crime .

“Iya I’m going to a meeting , when my wife gets here either ask Arron to excuse me or you can do it “ he walks into meeting room and begins to start . During that time the girl started to do her job for once .

You would come to his job , and bring his lunch for him , the butler made him a sub , gave him some juice, fruit , chips and cookies . You knock on the glass to catch her attention. She looks up at you with a stank face . You were confused why but then you just went to Uncle Aaron because you weren’t gonna deal with that time disrespect. “Hey I brought you and miles some lunch , and he you know told me I can call him out if needed “ you tell him as you grab his lunch from the bag you brought from home . “Alright I got that , and thanks “ he said .

Soon miles would come out of the meeting and you would go to his office.

“You can have your lunch break Iya” miles told the assistant to take her lunch break.

“Miles, no me gusta esa chica , she’s bad news “ (Miles I don’t not like that girl)

“¿Por qué, cariño, qué pasó?” He asks you in a soft tone (why baby what happened) he asked you confused as this was only her first day .

“Well you see I was going to ask her to call you out , but she gave me a stank-“ you say before a knock from a coworker comes out .

“I want gonna say anything but the new girl broke on of the big three rules , she invaded your privacy “ you make a chuckle. “you see what i mean she broke 2 rules in one day” you mumble .

“Tendremos una charla (We’ll have a talk) “ he says

You continue to talk with him about the business and other stuff about the pregnancy.

“ are you going to come tomorrow “ he asks you , you think nothing of it

“Yeah probably “you tell him

He smiles “alrighty baby I’ll see you later tonight ok” you smile as he give you a smile .

You leave and would head back home happy you got to see your husband early .

While you were happy iya was somewhere pressed , realizing that if she was going to try to get his attention she would have to break a rule but good thing for her she was already doing to get a talk , she had already broken more than one rule in a quick span of a day

“wheres is Iya “ miles goes around asking people “she’s in the break room” he smiles thanks , “you’ll probably get a raise” he whispered in the person who told where she was

“Esta nueva chica será mi muerte“ (This new girl will be the death of me).he sighed as he opened the door

“Iya we have a problem “ he says as he walks in “two people have commented on you in the past hour , care to explain “ he says in a harsh cold accent

“I have no idea what your talking about “

“Sí, lo haces”(yes you did) he mumbles

“Did you say something” she asks trying to act surprised”

“Yes you did, one if your trying to say my wife is lying , and why would another say they saw you with head piece on” he says in a annoyed tone , yet the girl enjoyed it , how his tone was Cold and his eyes where low .

“I’m sorry please take my apology, I can make it up to you” she whines as she try’s to touch his chest . He moves so she touches the wall . “Don’t make it 3 rules broken” he says harshly and walks out of the break room .

He walks to uncle Aaron’s office “Tío, me voy temprano, esta mierda es estresante, especialmente la chica nueva“(uncle im leaving early , this shit stressful, especially the new girl) he goes silent for a second

“How does one person breaks the 3 big rules in one day , ¿Qué coño? “(like what the fuck) he says he takes off his badge and places it on the desk

“I’ll talk to her” he says , miles starts to leave to go to his office and get everything he needs to go home .

He starts to undo his tye and smiles knowing that tomorrow his was going to see a nice small on your face with the surprise baby shower

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @not-aya @html-nae @mintkookiess @khamanix @erensbbg @marsbars09 @yanghees @melaaaara @xuanzhe @iheartamora @hana-1235 @merlieve @stevenknightmarc @baboon-milk333

@fennecspage

-Some didn't work , so sorry 😭😢

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One False Move

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Warnings: dark elements, some sexiness in this.

Note: this is what yall asked for, remember that.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

Jake ignores every text and every call. When you pull up his Insta, you find yourself blocked. The last revelation crushes you, sending you into a tailspin and your bed. You burrow under the comforter and cry yourself to a restless sleep.

When you wake up, the sun is still down. It's not even four in the morning. You've never felt like this. So hollow and heavy at once. You drag yourself out of bed and make yourself drink a cup of instant coffee that makes your stomach rot.

You sit at the kitchen table in your empty dorm and hold your head. It's all a mistake, just lies. Professor Rogers knew what he was doing and it worked so well. Why didn't Jensen believe you? He knows better, he should've listened.

Your despair turns to anger and frustration. You don't know why you wasted your time. You get up and rinse out your mug before shuffling back to bed. Well, at least you have groceries for the break. You can make what you bought last a while. You're going to have to.

You lay down and try to fall back asleep. You drift in and out but feel worse as the window pales to a dim grey. The winter morning chills you and keeps you nestled under the blankets. It's only the urgent need that draws you out to the bathroom.

You're more away as you return to your room and grab your phone, stomach wobbly with anxious hope. No replies from Jensen, but a message from a private number.

'He's not worth it.'

You know who it is. He can hide his number but you know he's taunting you. What does he want? He's already ruined everything.

You ignore him and put your phone down. You think of putting a video on your laptop but that just makes you miss Jake even more. He should be here waking up with you. Last night should've been the best night of your life.

Maybe...

You get dressed before you let the thought break through clearly. It's desperate and stupid but you're not going to give up. You zip up your coat and shove your feet into your boots, pulling a toque onto your head. You grab your keys and phone and leave your lonely dorm behind.

The pavement is trimmed with frost and in some places, patches of ice crack under your treads. You keep your hands in your pockets as you chatter, walking with purpose along the curving paths. You stop in front of Jensen's building and look up. He's not going to answer your messages and you can't get in on your own, so you'll have to get creative.

You grab a pebble and count the windows. You're pretty sure it's that one. You huck the stone and it pings off the frame. From your side, it sounds pretty loud. You wait, nothing. You do it again. Several times before the window above opens.

Shit, you were close.

Jensen pokes his head out and lets out a huff that clouds in front of him, "go away--"

"Jake, please, just listen. You know I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that. Not with him."

"Pfft, come on, I'm not an idiot."

"Ugh, what did I ever do to make you believe I would--"

"I don't know. Late office meetings, sending me texts about staying late then calling it off, sounds like cold feet to me."

You lean your head back and whine, "he did that, okay? He took my phone--"

"Convenient story."

"Jake!" You holler, "why can't you see I'm telling the truth? I... you were going to be my first."

He just stares, quiet. You feel yourself wilt. He shakes his head and pulls back, disappearing behind the frame and slamming the pane down. There's your answer.

You turn slowly on your heel. Your eyes well and you quickly flick away your tears. Happy Holidays, indeed.

📚

You're in no rush to get back to your dorm, even with cold nipping at your cheeks. You don't care. You have nothing to look forward too. You waited weeks for your break, to spend time with your boyfriend alone, and now you have nothing.

Typical. Just your luck. Even the wafting aromas of the cafe can't tempt you in as you pass. You carry on, keeping your head down outside the English building, and tramp along in a glum fog. Your feet carry you without a thought, the path etched into your mind and muscles. You look up at the familiar brick facade and fish out your keys.

It's frighteningly still and quiet outside. Most of campus is home and happy, but here you are. You pull out the keyring and scan your fob on the censor. The door beeps and you open it, puttering inside reluctantly.

Suddenly you feel the door open wider and you're shoved forward. You trip as someone skirts in behind you and pulls the heavy barrier shut with a clang. You throw your arms out and steady yourself, turning to face the unceremonious intruder.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's got you down?" Steve asks as he stands tall, hooking his thumbs in his pockets.

"What the hell? Get out? What are you doing--"

"Shhhh," he puts his finger to his lips, "listen."

You blink and hush, listening to the empty hall. What? It's quiet. There's... no one there. The epiphany strains your face as he smirks.

"That's right, sweetie, just you and me," he takes a step closer and you back up. "Sounds like a merry Christmas to me."

"No..." you exhale as you retreat along with his advance, "get away--"

"You can't spend the holidays alone," he says with dripping sympathy, "what kind of man-- boy would abandon you like that?"

"Stop," you hold a hand up, "Steve, you're scaring me."

"Well, baby," his cheek dimples, "you've hurt me so I think I get to return that favour."

He lunges and you stumble backwards, hitting the wall and rolling out of his way. You turn and race down the hallway, pumping your arms wildly. You surpass the elevator and yank open the door to the stairwell. You hear him behind you. He's close.

You grab the railing and swing yourself around, kicking over each step frantically as you struggle not to fall on your face. You're dizzy as you turn up the next flight and the next. Your lungs burn as you feel yourself slowing. You hear him, footsteps echoing up towards you.

You burst onto your floor and fumble with your keys desperately. You can't get a steady grip as you search for the key to your door. Finally, you slide it into the slot as the stairwell door clicks. You hurry inside but as you go to shut the door, it stops short of the frame.

You squeak as Steve gives the door a jolt and flings you back easily. You cry out as he enters and blocks you into the narrow hall that adjoins the rooms. You raise an arm, shielding yourself as your knees shake.

"Please, Steve," you beg as he shuts the door behind him.

"Oh, you don't have to say please, sweetie, I'll give you exactly what you need," he grabs your arm and pulls you close, "I told you, the minute you think you're alone, I'll be there."

[lizzieislife94x]

Professor Maximoff Pt.2 (w.m)

Wanda G!PxFem Reader 

Part 2 hope yall enjoy it if not my messages are always open for requests 😉  (just noticed how many times i actually say requests are open oh god) hahaha.

Y/ns POV:

I wake up and stare up at the ceiling thinking about yesterday did that actually happen fuck I quickly get up to head to the bathroom to pee as my legs almost give in yep definitely happened I steady myself and head to the bathroom once I pee I get washed and brush my teeth as I head into the kitchen to see Nat with a smirk on her face "you finally done it you fucked her" I look at her shocked "wait what no I didn't" I protest making her laugh "dude I saw you straddling her about to get all freaky" I instantly feel my face heat up as I hide in my hands Nat continuing to laugh sliding me a cup of coffee "drink up buttercup, I need you energetic for tonight we're going to that new club with Maria and yelena" I groan completely forgetting we made plans "I'm not being the Babysitter tonight I'm getting wasted" I say with a laugh "finish your coffee so we can go shopping" I nod as I drink my coffee after 10 minutes I head to my bedroom to pick an outfit I decided to keep it simple denim shorts a white tee and white converse I fix my hair into a high ponytail as I put on some light make up after a few mins I smile happy with how I look "Nat you better be ready" I yell as I walk out into the living room "let's go hoe" she smirks as I grab my car keys heading out. 

Wandas POV:

I can't help thinking about the way she makes me feel the way I felt inside her mmh fuck, I'm quickly snapped out my thoughts with a cushion hitting my face "bucky that was uncalled for what the fuck" I hiss as he laughs hysterically "I was talking to you and you spaced out idiot I was trying to say I hope you remembered we have a night out tonight Tony planned it weeks ago one of his friends opening night for their new club" I clear my throat looking at him "oh course I remember least it's something different and not another house party" I say with a giggle as I stand up to go get ready it takes about an hour "I'm heading out I'll be back soon" I yell as I grab my keys and head to my car I honestly just want to go somewhere I don't want to be trapped in the house I head towards the park because its such a beautiful day a nice walk is gonna be perfect.

Y/ns POV: 

"Youre gonna look fucking sexy tonight y/n" Nat says with a smirk as we pull up to the house "I hope so, by the way what time is it" I say getting out and grabbing my bags "it's 3.46" we walk inside "time to start getting ready" i say as I walk away to my bedroom. 

3 hours later

"The girls are meeting us there" I say looking up from my phone as I put it into my bag "good I just wanna drink and dance" she says with a pout making me laugh as we pull up to the club I hand the driver some money and say thank you as we get out of the car and walk to the door "IDs ladies" the tall muscled bouncer asks as we both hand our IDs over "perfect enjoy your night girls" he says with a smile as we walk in the loud music hitting my ears as I look at Nat and smile as we link arms and walk towards the bar to order a drink "can I have vodka and coke please and a sex on the beach" I yell to the bartender as he nods letting us know he understood "i want to danceeeee" Nat says as she dances in time with the music making me laugh "yessssss bitchessss" I hear coming from behind us I turn to see Maria and yelena and smile waving at them "hey guys you look hotttt" I smirk as they twirl "why thank you y/n so do you" we all get our drinks and find a table after 2 hours we're all more than tipsy and I'm currently being dragged to the dancefloor "that blonde has been staring at you for an hour go ask her to dance" Nat yells as I turn to see a gorgeous girl staring at me as she looks at me she waves a little as I turn back to my friends "I can't ask a random girl to dance can i" I say as I feel a tap on my shoulder

"hey my names Alice I think your fucking beautiful do you maybe want to dance" she yells "hey I'm y/n and I would love too" I yell back as she grabs my hand unknowingly I had a pair of eyes I didn't notice on me most of the night, I grab Alice's waist as we dance in time to the music getting closer as the songs go on before I know it she's grinding into me as I wrap my arms around her following her lead I pull away laughing as I pull her back into me "I really need to sit for a minute and have a drink" I yell as we both laugh and sit at the table drinking our drinks I lost sight of the girls like 20 minutes ago but theyll be around somewhere "I love this song please come dance " Alice says grabbing my hand pulling me to the dancefloor as she dances against me my hands on her waist she turns and wraps her arms around me and presses her lips to mine as she places her hands on my ass I instinctively kiss her back as I feel someone pull my shoulder pulling me away from the kiss "y/n y/n y/n" I turn in shock as I see professor maximoff staring at me fuck she grabs my hand and looks at Alice "thanks for keeping her company but politely fuck off" she hisses her accent seeping through as she pulls me out of the club "professor maximoff what are you.." I'm cut off by her as we continue to walk towards her car "I've been watching you all night y/n the way you touched her the way she touched you no one touches what's mine'

I gulp at her tone as she opens the door telling me to get into the car I instantly jump in as she gets in "what am I going to do with you y/n" she says keeping her eyes on the road gripping the wheel tight her knuckles turning white "I.. I.. I don't know..I didn't know I wasn't a loud to dance with other people I don't belong to anyone I'm very much single I can kiss or dance or fuck who I want" she scoffs as her grip tightens "oh really" she hisses making me turn to face her as she pulls over into a secluded place "you're my professor we fucked once yesterday I'm not your girlfriend as much as I would love that I'm not I didn't think I was doing anything wrong " get out she says coldly, nah there's no way "you..uh  you're not gonna leave me here are you" I say feeling tears pool in my eyes as she gets out the car and opens my door making me turn to face her as she fixes my hair out my face "of course I'm not I'd never do that but I do need you out of the car princess" I get our still a little sceptical "I promise I'm not leaving you here kitten" she whispers leading me to the hood of the car gently bending me over it as her hands wander my body making me moan at her touch "mommy... pl..please" I breath out as she pulls my dress up over my hips leaving gently kisses on my neck "do you know how hard it was seeing her all over you all I wanted to do was fuck you right then and there infront of her and everyone else" she whispers into my ear turning me on "you should have mommy" I smirk as her hands rub my tits squeezing gently sucking my neck "please I need you" I whimper breathlessly as I try to grind my ass against her bulge I hear her giggle as she unzips her pants pushing them down along with her boxers "I've been thinking about how amazing it feels to be deep inside you Babygirl all fucking day" I let out a moan as she rubs the head of her cock through my wet folds "uhh fuck mommy just like that" I moan out as I feel her press into my entrance "so wet and tight kitten, this is mine" she moans sliding all 8 inches inside me slowly "only...for....you mommy" I scream out as I feel her brush my gspot she grips my hips and starts to thrust harder and faster both of us just needing to cum and feel eachother, "I need you everyday Babygirl " she grunts thrusting faster as we both moan I feel my body being pushed into the car more the harder she pounds into my cunt "shit yes don't stop!" I scream out as I try to grip onto the car I feel her thrusts getting sloppy "mmmh fuck mommy cum deep inside me please" I beg making her release inside me as I cum all down her cock both of us panting trying to catch our breath "you look even more beautiful when your spread out taking my cock " she whispers into my as we fix ourselves she grabs my waist pulling me into her for a deep kiss making me melt into it once air becomes a problem she pulls away "stay with me tonight y/n" I bite my lip and nod as we get back into the car and drive to her house. 

AN: this is shittttt but its still an update haha hope yall enjoy if not I apologise haha anyway have a great day/night word count is 1.8k as always requests are open stay hydrated babes.

[honeytonedhottie]

so you're my only hope and i really wish for your advice. it's humiliating to say my story but i really need help. so i was misdiagnosed with schizofrenia (i 100% know i'm healthy) i need to lie that i have schizofrenia because my mother needs money. and here comes my desires : revision and desired age/grade level and maaany more. i have no responsibilities literally zero! the way i manifest is i walk around my room and viseualise, affirm and overall manifest which is fun but the thing is do you think i should build healthy day routine instead of just pacing around my room all day long? could you provide me a routine? thank you for help because yall are saving me for real. it could be even self care habits to do every day anything to avoid pacing around

thank you for coming to me 💗 and im so sorry about ur story. im so happy that you know the law because you deserve all of ur desires and more!! 💗

so to build a healthy routine and schedule for urself. doing so builds discipline. im gonna give u some healthy habits, a morning and evening routine, and resources for those things. a good place to start tho is making a weekly agenda that changes with the week, something to switch things up every week. just make one 💗💗💗

—healthy habits🩰⊹ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡̴ ⋆⁺₊⋆

♡ moving ur body/pilates - i personally do pilates and i recommend it to literally everybody. but the basic idea is to move around (and that does not mean pacing in ur bedroom) i mean get ur blood flowing and get moving. it doesn’t have to be pilates it can be running, a sport, dancing, yoga etc

here’s a link to one of the pilates workouts that i recommend if ur a beginner : 

♡ get a hobby - some hobby recommendations: if u are good at writing try poetry, try teaching urself how to draw or paint or sculpt, learn how to dance, learn how to play an instrument, learn a sport, learn languages, become a good cook, write stories, start a blog, learn to sew or crotchet, learn tech, read lots of books, watch/listen to lots of podcasts. literally just get busy 

♡ meditating and journaling - this is so good not only for ur mental health but it can also improve focus and keep u grounded. keep a journal or start meditating every day

here’s a link to a guided meditation for self love : 

♡ self care - i LOVE self care. literally practice self care every single day. take care of ur nails, skin, hair, lashes EVERYTHING. be super intentional with ur self care bcuz it tells our brains that we are worthy of effort and it’ll LITERALLY make u feel like a princess. 

♡ manifesting - you mentioned that u wanted to do some revision so something that i recommend for revising is using SATS. or state akin to sleep. once ur in state akin to sleep go back in ur mind and revise whatever u want. or just do SATS before bed every night. this is such a powerful manifesting tool

♡ sleep - aim to get between eight to ten hours of sleep a night. you’ll look better, feel better, and your physical and mental health will just skyrocket 

—morning🌸⊹ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡̴ ⋆⁺₊⋆

♡̴ first thing in the morning, fix ur bed 

♡ open the blinds/windows if the sun is out, this all depends on what time u wake up but if the sun isn’t out just skip this step 

♡ stretch for a couple minutes 

♡ write down at least three things that ur grateful for (don’t write down what u aren’t grateful for AT THAT MOMENT, literally just write down three things that ur grateful for right then and there) 

♡ brush ur teeth and use a tongue scraper 

♡ have a glass of water with some lemon slices 

♡ take a warm shower and moisturize 

♡ skincare routine 

♡ put on an outfit that makes u feel pretty 

♡ if u get nauseous when u eat breakfast then try eating something light, but if that doesn’t work then listen to ur body and just skip breakfast. if that’s not the case tho eat a balanced breakfast 

THEN GET TO WORK ON YOUR AGENDA THAT I MENTIONED IN THE BEGINNING<3 

—evening🍥⊹ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡̴ ⋆⁺₊⋆

♡ take a warm shower and moisturize 

♡ 30-60 minutes of self care and pampering 

♡ make a yummy dinner that’s nourishing 

♡ read for 20 minutes or watch something that enriches u 

♡ evening yoga 

♡ drink water 15 minutes before bed 

THEN GO TO SLEEP AND HAVE SWEET DREAMS <3 

this is just an idea, or a basic guideline to follow if u need it. customize it to ur specific needs and day-to-day life. im so excited for all ur desires to manifest cuz u deserve it! mwah 💗💗💗

[shadowkira]

Today is one of those bad brain days where I feel lonely and am definitely feeling the burn out.

I went two weeks without a proper break at work, I really could not be on my phone at work for like... At least a month, if not longer... Wife and I are on different sleep schedules and while I miss my family... with the looming election and their political views I am not really interested in expending what little energy I have to go and see them atm.

I felt very defeated coming home and once again having no parking... and on the walk from the car to the house had the dawning realization very randomly that I get it. I randomly realized when I was younger I had no idea how someone so funny and seemingly happy like Robin Williams could take his life.

No, i am not suicidal. But I am so incredibly sad and burnt out and yet spend most days anymore just literally trying to make people smile and laugh because otherwise I feel like I can't. Beyond my wife and small family, that is my joy right now. And I feel like I can't even really enjoy it.

I find myself reading every comment but can't bring myself to strike up conversation. Or, if I respond it is not usually to carry conversation. I don't feel like I really know how to do that right now, unless it's customer service me. The performative bullshit I can do. I say that but really it is because I care. I have considered lately, if the emotional tax of my current job is too high. I feel like it's contributing to these issues. To this bone deep fatigue that seems to follow me every day and that seems to be getting worse.

I've interacted with some funny and very talented people and feel like just social fumble after social fumble the last few years. And got more and more, this since moving to the city.

Maybe we'll get lucky and catch a break with an apartment back where I am from soon. Or maybe get lucky with my wife's attempts to get disability.

Yall are cool and fun. I hope you're doing well if you read this far. Just needed to thought dump somewhere after smoking. I do miss fandom I'm just so bad at being a person right now.

I did just text someone, which feels like a monumental feat. Hopefully, I can put effort into reconnecting with friends and family... Maybe work through some of this.

I have felt accomplished the last two days, going to bed and waking up earlier. Getting things done before work... but I feel like this won't be sustainable. I honestly might fuck up tonight with how off I feel. :/

[anormalweirdo]

Alright yall imagine this with me

Part two

You’re a YouTuber with a somewhat popular following of around 35k. Considering how close you are with the fans you have they are fully aware of your major crush on the popular guitarist Yuji Itdadori. Something about that pink haired man just had you in a chokehold real bad. The things you wanted to do to him just for him to not notice you at all was absolutely insane😫. On a serious note you decided to challenge your fans to see how willing they are to embarrass you on your social media. “Hey you guys I’ve noticed how close we are to 50k and I thank you all so much and I love you all. I’ve decided to create a little challenge for you guys to spice things up. If we can get to 50k by the end of the year I'll personally contact my favorite YouTuber, which y'all should know who that is by now and I'll try to see if he'll be willing to Collab with me." You continue on with your video and call it a night thinking nothing of it.

You wake up around 2pm and get ready for your day. Washing your face, brushing your teeth, fixing up your hair and all of that good stuff. You set your mind to ordering food rather than making anything, especially considering the fact that you have videos you need to edit. "Alright y/n let's get this shit started so we don't have to do anything later". You sit on he couch with your laptop in hand and quickly get to work. Around 15 minutes go by and you hear a knock at your door. "Ouuu that's my food!" You say while hopping out of your couch. You rush to the door and open it. You see a boy who looks no order than 18 who has your bag of food. You see the boys face go from completely uninterested to wide eyed with his jaw literally touching the floor. "You're Y/N! Like the YouTuber" he says excitedly. "Oh yea wassup" "I'm such a big fan! Can I have a picture?!" The excited boy said quickly. "I don't look the best right now but I'll let ya slide since you brought me food" you say. You take your picture with him and he gives you your food. You rush back to your couch to continue your editing while you eat your food

...

You post your video and soon after begin your nighty routine and soon hope into your bed. You're scrolling through Instagram when you see him. Yuji Itadori. Something about him makes you melt into a big ass puddle of water. All of those tattoos covering his arms. Ouuu those arms, those big juicy arms. He's just all around sexy and many others can definitely agree. He's a big YouTuber with around 500k subscribers easy. You wonder how you could even get someone like him to notice you. You chose to ignore all those thoughts for now and go to sleep. You feel your eyes become heavy as you lay your head on your pillow and almost fall asleep immediately.

You wake up to a few notifications on your phone. A couple of likes on your new video and some tweets. You yawn and get up to do your morning routine. Once done you sit on bed you look at your phone. 'maybe my video will blow up if I post it on TikTok' you thought. Thinking nothing of it you decide to post some clips of your video to TikTok to see if you can at least reach your goal. Now don't get me wrong you knew there was a possibility your goal could have been met but trying to get the Yuji Itadori to Collab with you was gonna be hard as hell. Especially considering the fact he has over 500k subscribers. 500k!!!! You're not even at 100k, but you made a promise to your fans. You chose to ignore it for the night and went to bed.

Over the next few weeks your Tiktoks as well as your YouTube video have been blowing up like crazy. You already passed your goal of 50k completely, reaching around 100 thousand new subscribers. You kept your part of the deal and texted Itadori a few weeks ago but have yet to have a response by the pink haired man. "I don't know you guys I already contacted him on his social media and his email. Maybe he just don't wanna Collab or something" you say into the camera as you attempt to bake a cake for your channel. You wanted to celebrate hitting a milestone of 150k but there was one problem.....you couldn't cook for shit nor could you bake. But that didn't stop you're hussle to try...plus you're fans voted for you to do it. "Alright y'all I'm done with this damn mixing now I'm finna put this shit into the oven. Let's hope and pray I don't burn it" you say jokingly. You pause your camera and sit on a chair near your table when you heard a ding on your phone. Thinking nothing of it you open you phone and began to read the notification. Your eyes widen as you continue reading. "Dear Ms. Y/N, sorry if you're receiving this email unexpectedly. Sorry I'm just not responding to you're email you sent me. I wasn't aware of any emails being sent to me considering the can't my management team is responsible for all emails and calls I have. If you're still willing to Collab with me I'll be happy to make something work so we can make some videos together. After all you made a promise to you're fans lol. If you still want to Collab please respond to my email whenever but I might not respond quickly because of my schedule. I hope I wasn't too late with my response, if I wasn't please email me back or text me on my socials. Sincerely, Yuji~.

You stare at the email in shock and quickly begin to write an email back, telling him whenever you're free. Youre so in shock that you don't even think to take you're cake out or even check on it. That is until you hear your smoke detector go off. "Oh shit my cake" you say as you jump out of your chair.

...

Hey you guys I was wondering if I should make this just a oneshot or if I should continue this and make it into a series. If I don't make it into a series it'll definitely be my first one. I was also wondering what should I make Itadori's channel about. Should it be cooking, sports, music or gaming. I have absolutely no clue about these topics so I'll just make a poll about both of them and the most votes wins.!

[fbfh]

living with the fosters hcs

wc: 800

pairing: moms!stef and lena + siblings!adams foster kids (brandon, callie, jesus, mariana, and jude) + (gn) adams foster!reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, found family, comfort, brief mention of various drama from the show (breakdowns, trafficking, suicidal tendancies, relapses, general bad decisions) (again it's incredibly brief like one bullet point for all of that), stef and lena are amazing moms, optional masc/male and fem/female hcs, I think that's it

a/n: falling down a fosters rabbit hole again!!!! adopt me pls!!!!! also brandon needs all of his siblings to gang up on him once in a while. he's the worst and callie is a close second. also if you don't know why you were tagged in this it's bc it falls under the domestic life/found family trope lol

@yesv01 @youkissedareaderinthedark @girlfriendwhoseawitch @mrscarolscaramoucheplease

Wailing screaming sobbing

First of all

Stef and Lena are the ultimate parents

You never had a good mom?? Now you fucking have two

You have a whole passel of siblings in a warm cozy house full of love

If you share a room with Callie and Mariana 

Get ready for some peak sister core moments

Mariana will frequently get second opinions on what color combos you think she should do for her next mani pedi 

Callie will act like she doesn’t want to talk about anything then ten minutes later she’s telling all about her current boy problems 

Helping Mariana do the back of her hair and doing Callie’s eyeliner for her because she insists she can’t do it as well as you have become as much a part of your morning routine as brushing your teeth

If you share a room with Jesus and Jude

It’s boy core healthy masculinity core all the way

Just guys being dudes

(or in Jude’s case, guys being Judes)

Jesus will constantly interrupt your attempts to do homework to ramble about his latest hyperfixation

Which is usually skateboarding or wrestling or 5 hour long youtube documentaries 

Jude is (affectionately) a little easier to get along with

Most of the time he only interrupts your homework for help with his 

Or to ask for help with a hard part of the level he’s stuck on in his video games

He puts stickers on his DS sometimes and loves getting your opinions on which ones should go where 

Brandon is super busy trying to get into music school and everything

But he makes sure to catch up with you at least a couple times a week 

Usually when it’s yalls turn to clean up after dinner

You’re both pretty busy, but you still make an effort to stay up to date on what’s going on with both of you

He tells you about all the drama in the music scene 

Even though he has to explain half the jargon and terminology to make his stories make sense

You tell him about the drama in your friend group at school 

Mariana and Callie will frequently ask you to settle arguments

And Mariana and Jesus 

And Mariana and Brandon 

Mariana just has a lot of hot takes

Stef and Lena work so hard to make this house a home

And they do

Everytime you come home from work or school or anywhere else

You’re always greeted with two warm hugs and kisses on the forehead form Stef and Lena

“Hi, love,” 

“How did everything go, sweetheart?” 

It’s not just small talk, they really do care about how things are going for you

They love you so much

They always keep your favorite cereal in the pantry 

They show up to as many of your events and extracurriculars as they can 

They’ll help you keep track of any meds or medical appointments 

They might even break their no coffee for the kids rule for you

It’ll take a little convincing but you know them well enough to know what cards to play 

They’re just so supportive too

Like you can wake them up in the middle of the night just cause you had a bad dream

They’ll hug you and ask if you want to talk about it and offer to make you tea

They really do have your back 100% of the time

And like

They’re so accepting 

Any problems you’re having 

Anything that’s causing you stress

You can talk to either of them 

Or both of them

Whenever you want

Even if you’re just feeling off

If you just need a little attention

Your mom and mama are there for you

They check up on you a lot too

Not too much, just checking in to see how homework’s going

If you’re hungry

How you’re feeling 

Anytime something scary happens 

Anytime there’s an argument or some other drama

Mariana’s ex boyfriend has a mental break down, Callie voluntarily enters a trafficking ring, Sophia tries to walk into traffic, Brandon spends his juilliard money on an apartment for his single mom girlfriend and her kid, Mike relapses

You know

The usual

Whenever there’s drama, Stef and Lena always make sure to check on you

They always take extra time to talk you through what happened or whatever crisis is going on

Make sure you know that they’re right here if you need them

And their hugs are the best too

They’re so warm and supportive

Literally and figuratively

Honestly you couldn’t ask for better moms 

They have your back through everything

Every injustice, every rough patch, every failure and low and problem

And every win and success and happy exciting joyful moment

They’re there for you through all of it

And from the bottom of their hearts, they couldn’t be more proud of you

[feeling-pushy]

The Day The World Ended

(a fanfic of ocs that I post about on my BlueSky account. fallow me there if yall want all the pictures and other details that I share on there.)

This is prelude to the story of one of my ocs Montanha and what leads him to making the choices he dose and winds up being a pregnant trans man in an apocalypse UwU.

Also please forgive any grammar/spelling mistakes, I comb over these things multiple times and yet I always miss a couple of things :p

He couldn’t help but let out a yawn as he walked threw the small parking lot, stretching out his back and arms to shake off the fatigue. He may have stayed up too late again, he couldn’t help it, once he got into bed he always tells himself he’d watch one or two of those restoration videos.

But always he’d end up not just watching a guy restore an old gumball machine, but a ps1 as well, then the suggestion feed will suggest his favorite craftier restoring squishes and well, those are usually short. Next thing he knows it’s almost one in the morning and he’s got five hours till he gotta wake up for work. So, he had no one to blame but himself. And the YouTube algorithm.

           Well, whatever, that was what the coffee was for, he thought as he chugged the warm cup as he stepped inside and headed for the backroom to hang up his jacket. Now his obnoxious red work shirt stands front and center, though it did compliment the orangish brown of his skin which was nice at least. The stores logo sat over the left breast side, while his name ‘Montanha’ on the right. Clocking in on the digital timecard he heads for the loading zone to see what needs to be moved.

                There were already two other employees back there and the three of them quickly coordinated and started moving stuff around. First thing Montanha moved was some big bags of feed, loading about twelve onto one of the platform dolly’s before heading inside to the store to taking them to the right aisle, two more than the regulation ten, but he was strong enough to handle the extra weight. Helps him get his work done faster.

As he was moving stuff he did get stopped by a costumer, some old lady who smiled at him sweetly, “excuse me hon, would you help me reach something off the top shelf?”

“Yes ma’am I sure can.” He says fallowing her to the shelf in question. Naturally, the thing she wanted was at the top, but Montanha grabbed it with ease, barely having to stretch to get at it.

“Oh thank you’ the lady said as Montanha handed her the item, ‘you really are quite an impressive height young man. How tall are you?”

“Six eight ma’am.”

“Oh! That’s quite tall!”

“Yep, makes finding jeans a hassle, but I manage.” He jokes.

“Well, you have yourself a good day hon.”

Montanha smiled and told her to have herself a good afternoon before she puttered off and he went back to loading heavy containers on a shelf. He did honestly enjoy taking a minute to help people and talk to the older folks that come into the store. Lot of old farmers and their wives, or gardeners. They were always impressed by his height and were always kind, even the grumpier ones, though that may have been because they were slightly intimidated despite his best efforts to come off as friendly.

Still, that was always why he tried to get the loading and unloading done quickly. Because if he did he could just walk around the store and help folks or go to the front and chat it up with his co-worker manning the registers. So, he doubled his pace to get that all done.

By noon he had gotten all the shelves stocked and deliveries loaded on the trucks so he was currently talking with the two people in the front. The one he was more familiar with was Steven who was around his age, and though they never hung out outside of work they kept saying they would, eventually. The other was a girl named Rosie, she was pretty new to the job and was still in high school if he remembered correctly.

“Hey so what’s your plans for the week?” Steven asks, since there was no one around he was fucking around with the conveyor belt and moving a packet of mint gum down the thing, before placing it back at the beginning and doing it again.

“Hmm I donno, I got Wednesday off this week so I might go out? Or I might veg.” Montanha replied just watching Steven continued to fuck around with the gum. He glanced over at Rosie, “what about you?”

“I got school…” she sighed, she rubbed at her freckled face trying to wipe away the fatigue.

“Fuckin rip man, school’s always a bummer.’ Steven says, ‘glad I don’t gotta do that shit anymore.”

“I’ll second that.” Montanha says as they both high five.

“Well at least I still got summer vacations.” Both men both physically recoil at her harsh but true words. Both felt the ache of longing for those bygone summer vacations.

They all interrupted when they hear someone clear their throat, making the three turn their heads to see their manager Pam. She was just a picture-perfect example what happens when a Karen became a manager, an absolute pain.

“I don’t believe I pay you three to chit chat.’ She looks at Steven and Rosie, ‘if you’re not checking out customers. Then you should be cleaning your stations.” Rosie was quick to start cleaning, which did appease the dragon, but she still gave a fiery look to Montanha, “And what should you be doing right now?”

“Well, I already did all the moving, and theirs currently three customers in the store and I’ve already helped them. So, you tell me.” He said his tone challenging.

 He knew he shouldn’t be poking the bear, but he just really didn’t like her, so was always more willing, if not happy to, butt heads with her. Consequences be damned. Besides any task she gives him he can get it done in a flash and be back to shoot the shit before she could blink.

“Well if you’re looking for something to do, why don’t you go mop the floors?” she smirked.

“Course ma’am.”

“And if you are done in less than two hours I’m making you do it all over again because you obviously didn’t do it correctly.” She snips, Montanha just rolled his eyes headed for the supply closet. As he passed the front of the store he stopped for a moment.

There were quite a few cars heading out today, so much so that there was a bit of a line forming, not yet bumper to bumper traffic but enough for it to be obvious that a lot of people were making a quick exit from the city. With the store being on the outskirts this was not a regular occurrence and made Montanha give pause. Montanha furrowed his brows as he felt some form of ominous tenson.

“Get going Montanha! You wanted something to do now go do it!” Pam yelled at him from across the store, knocking him out of his trance. Refocusing him back onto the task at hand.

As the next two hours passed, the steady stream of cars leaving the city dwindled. Returning to more normal but still pretty frequent trickle of cars speeding by. But still the air was charged with an odd tension, a palpable sense of unease that Montanha couldn't quite pinpoint.

As Montanha continued to clean the floor, he saw that one of the few customers that were in the store received a phone call. Their words starting off bright, but quickly becoming hushed as the customer's expression shifted to one of sudden alarm. In a swift, almost instinctive motion, they dropped everything they were holding—tools, supplies, even their phone—and headed for the door without uttering a single word.

The abruptness of the scene left Montanha and two other customers who were close by to witness it to look at each other in confusion. Turning to the two customers, an older couple that regularly came around named Jon and June and gave them smile to help shake off his unease. "That was kind of weird, don't you think? What got his trousers?" he joked halfheartedly.

“Yes certainly odd… And what a rude young man, leaving his stuff on the floor. I swear young kids these days think the working class are their personal butlers!” The Jon grunts, bending over to pick some stuff up. “Here, let me get that. Didn’t you recently throw out your back? You shouldn’t be picking nothing up!” Montanha says quickly coming over to take the stuff from the old man.

As he engaged in conversation with Jon about his back and fussed with him about lifting heavy things at his age, June's phone rang as well. The elderly woman picked it up and began to chat about something, and though he didn’t hear the specifics, but he did see as her face turned pale, a stark contrast to the usual color of her charmingly overly rouged features. She urgently interrupted the conversation.

"Montanha," she said in a hushed tone, "you need to tell people to get out of the store. Something's not right." The urgency in her words sent a chill down Montanha's spine, he looked at her with concern, "What's wrong, June?"

June, her eyes filled with concern, replied, "I'm not sure, but something's happening in the city. People are evacuating." Montanha furrowed his brow, puzzled. "That doesn't make any sense. There hasn't been any sort of emergency announcement on the radio in the store or on our phones or anything…"

Still, something just didn’t sit right with him, all those cars earlier in the afternoon, the urgency in June’s voice, the person who earlier exited the store in a rush, it just felt all wrong to him. So, despite the lack of official confirmation, Montanha decided to trust his instincts. With little hesitation he headed for the store's PA system. Taking a deep breath, he spoke into the microphone, "Attention, everyone. We've been advised to evacuate the store. Please make your way to the exits calmly and quickly." he says, keeping his voice calm and even, trying to sound official.

Hearing this the few people here began to leave the store, including Jon and June, who gave him a look that wished him good luck. Pam emerged and approached him with a pissed expression, "What the hell are you doing, Montanha?" she demanded. Steven and Rosie joined the scene, curious to see what was happening.

"I heard the city is evacuating. Jon and June got a call saying we should leave."

“Who the hell is- oh, never mind that! Of all the stupid stunts you’ve pulled this one takes the cake! You better give me a good reason why I don’t fire you right now.”

“Look, I don’t know what happening either. But I heard there’s an evacuation happening, so I think it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Pam crossed her arms, skepticism written all over her face. "I didn't hear any official emergency announcement. We can't just shut down the store without proper confirmation."

“Are you serious??”

The tension escalated as Montanha and Pam started to argue about the legitimacy of the emergency. As they bickered at each other Rosie began to grow increasingly anxious. Suddenly she pipes up interrupting their argument, "I-I think I need to go. I have to get to my parents."

Pam, maintaining her position, asserted, "No, you can't leave. You're still on the clock." Montanha, seeing how distressed Rosie looked, interjected, "Pam, come on! If something serious is happening, she should be with her family. We can't just ignore that."

Pam shot back, "Montanha, we can't shut down the store based on hearsay. We need official confirmation. For all I know this is just some little prank you’re pulling just to piss me off!"

Rosie, near tears, looks at Pam, "I don't care if it's a prank! I-I just want to go home!"

Pam, unmoved, insisted, "Rules are rules. You’re staying, unless you want to get fired. Besides you’re parents dropped you off here, so you can’t even go anywhere." She points out.

Rosie big brown eyes were full of tears and she was shaking, on the verge of crying. It broke Montanha’s heart to see her like that. He looked at Pam, “Then let me take her home Pam. I’ll work double shift; I’ll work on Wednesday this week and I’ll scrub this store top to bottom. Just let me make sure she gets home safe with her parents.” Montanha’s voice become soft as he asked her earnestly.

They locked eyes for a moment, Pam’s seeming to look for some sort of alternative motive in his, but finding nothing, Pam stoney disposition wavers and she gives in with a sigh. “Fine. Take her home… But I expect you back at this store to finish your shift and you’ll bet I’ll have an extensive list of things for you to do when you do.”

Montanha gives her a appreciative smile, she wasn’t as much of a jerk as he thought, “Thank you.” Pam just waves him off, “Just get going, before I change my mind.” Montanha nods and looks at Rosie, “Let’s go grab our coats.”

Heading out of the store, Montanha opens takes out his phone, “hopefully the buses hasn’t been shut down yet, our it’s gonna be one hell of a walk.” Rosie puts her hands in her hoodie pockets, the green of it complimenting her long red hair, and gives him a small smile, “thank you, for doing this for me…” Montanha smiles back at her, “hey it’s no problem, you’re still pretty much a kid, so you shouldn’t have to put up with bullshit during a potential emergency.”

“Hey, I’m no kid! I’m sixteen!”

“Ha, yeah, no. You’re a fuckin baby kid, sorry. Talk to me again when you’re twenty-one.”

Rosie looked like she swallowed a warhead as she pouted at him, “yeah like I’d still want to hang with your old ass at twenty-one. If you’re not in the grave by then grandpa.” She snips back after a moment. Some sharp words for sure, though they didn’t really affect him, as Montanha just chuckled in amusement, “Hey, just cause it’s true. Don’t mean it don’t hurt.” He jokes.

“Whatever. Can we go now?”

“Sure thing.”

Heading for the nearest bus station the two of them walked down the road, seemed like nobody was around, no cars or people or anything. Still the two of them walked by the side of the road. Rosie fiddling with a rose shaped necklace she was wearing, bored, fifteen minutes into the walk Montanha got a thought and looked to Rosie, “hey, why haven’t you called your parents yet? Maybe you should tell them you’re coming? Maybe they can meet us halfway and come pick you up?”

“Don’t gotta phone.” Rosie simply says. Montanha blinks in surprise, “seriously?”

Rosie quickly became defensive at that as her face flushed in embarrassment, “Yeah? and you don’t got a car, or else we’d be riding in it right now.” She points out. Once again Montanha physically recoils at her harsh but true words, “touché.”

“Yeah, I’m literally the only teenager in this damn city who doesn’t have a phone, it’s such a buzz kill, they said I couldn’t get one till I was eighteen!” Rosie complains, Montanha just lets out a long, annoyed sigh, but he then thinks for a moment and perks back up, “Oh, well then how about you use my phone? You can call them on this right?”

“Oh, yeah I can do that.” Montanha hands Rosie his phone and she punches in some numbers before holding it up to her ear. She stands there for a moment before frowning, “went to voicemail. Hold on let me call my mom then…” she repeats her actions, but again, after a long pause she frowns, “still nothing…”

“Maybe leave them a voice message then? They might be busy cause of whatever’s going on. I’m sure they’ll call back if they know it’s from you.” Montanha suggests.

Rosie nods and calls back one of the numbers again, after a moment she speaks, “Hello? Dad? It’s me Rosie. I’m calling you from a friends phone, I heard there was something going on in the city? I’m trying to head back home now. When you get this message please call be back at this number ok? I’ll be with my friend until then. Love you, bye.” She then ends the message and hands her phone over to Montanha, “thanks again…”

“Like I said, it’s no problem.’ As he says that they finally arrive at the bus station, but it already looked abandoned, ‘… Whelp. Looks like we’re going to have to walk to your place.”

Rosie lets out a loud groan.

Having no choice, the two begin their trek threw the streets, Montanha periodically checked his phone to ensure they were still on the right path. After a while, Montanha mused aloud, "You know, I can't read a real map to save my life. Always had to rely on GPS." Rosie, glancing at him, playful shrugged, "Does anyone even know how to read a map these days?" Montanha chuckled, "Probably just the old folks."

Their steps echoed softly against the pavement as they continued through the city streets, absorbed in small idle chit chat. The usual hum of activity that filled the air seemed oddly absent, and they tried to pay little heed to it at first. But with each empty street they passed, the sense of isolation deepened as their voices carry farther out in the stillness, echoing off the silent buildings.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to them that the city would be empty during an evacuation, but the two of them never truly expected to realize just how empty, empty would be. As they rounded a corner, the city stretched out before them, a ghostly expanse devoid of life. Rosie hugs her arms as she walked just a bit closer to Montanha, “Man, feels weird to see the city like this…”

“Yeah… But it’s kinda neat too. Makes me think we’re in “I Am Legend” in New York city.’ Rosie gives him a puzzled look, ‘you know? The one with Will Smith?”

“… You mean the guy that slapped that one comedian at the Oscars?”

“Oh my god…”

“What?? I’ve never seen that guy before! Was he in movies??”

“Yes he was in movies! A lot of them! He even was on a tv show, called “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.” Guy is literally a staple!” Montanha exclaims throwing his hands up.

“Well has he been in anything recently?” Rosie asks, Montanha opens his mouth for a moment, but then quickly shuts it as he starts to think. His brows furrowed and he runs his finger threw his messy, short, messy, brown locks, “uhhh… The live action Aladdin..?”

“Oh ew. The live action Aladdin sucked.” Rosie says scrunching her face. Montanha cringes slightly, “yeah I’m starting to realize it’s been a while since I’ve seen him in anything good…”

The conversation continued on like this, thankfully distracting them from the eeriness of the once familiar, but now empty streets as it cast it’s long shadows over them.

About halfway to their destination Montanha and Rosie decided to take a breather. They had been walking for quite a while and Rosie appeared visibly exhausted.

Montanha on the other hand, thanks to his more active lifestyle, had a considerable amount of stamina and showed little signs of exhaustion. So he was more concerned for Rosie as she sat on the curb of the streets and rubbed her legs a little, noticing she was still fatigue even after then minutes of catching her breath, “hey you doing alright?”

“Yeah… this is just, a lot, I mean I’ve hiked with my parents and stuff but we’ve been walking like what? Almost two hours nonstop? It’s making my legs a bit sore…” She says as she starts to gently stretch out her legs. "Hey, how about I carry you for a bit? I'm tall, and you're on the smaller side. It would give you a chance to rest a bit longer."

Initially reluctant, Rosie eventually agreed, and Montanha squatted down for her to get on his back for a piggyback ride. Once she was situated Montanha stood back up with extreme ease and started to walk. Rosie, taken aback by his strength as well as high up she now was, couldn't help but comment, "Whoa, you're freakishly strong and tall. How did you get to be this way?"

Montanha stopped for a beat, but then continued on as he chuckled, "Lotta strength and stamina training. Plus, genetics I guess. I’m just… Lucky, I suppose." He says trying to keep his tone casual despite a small strain in it, something that Rosie didn’t seem to pick on as she seemed satisfied with that answer.

With Rosie on his shoulders, Montanha continued to walk and listen to her as she started to talk about nothing in particular. But even as he listened, his mind couldn’t help but linger on her question, a dark look Rosie couldn’t see crossing his features as memories started to surface. But he didn’t let that effect his stride as he continued their trek forward.

Montanha carried her for about a half hour before Rosie told him she was good to walk again, so he let her down and once again they both continued on foot. Once again they chatted about nothing in particular, as the city landscape slowly turned into a more suburban area, with nice houses and a park or two. Rosie shared some things about herself, favorite classes, what she thought about certain classmates. Montanha was content to listen, cracking occasional jokes.

Looking at his GPS again he made a sigh of relief, “looks like were only about half an hour till we get to your place.” Rosie also felt relieved, "Oh thank god! I'm so freakin' hungry and thirsty from all this walking." Montanha couldn't help but agree.

Just then a ringing cuts threw the air and the two of them almost jump out of their skin, instinctually Montanha reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his phone. The screen was alight and the message “Unknown Number” flashed across it. “Oh! That might be my parents!!” Rosie says her face lighting up with joy, Montanha was quick to hand her the phone and Rosie was quicker to answer it.

“Hello? Mom? Dad??”

                . . .

“Dad! Oh, thank God-ness! Thank goodness it’s you! Where are you right now? Did you and mom evacuate the city??”

                . . .

“I’m actually kinda close to the high school, I’m about a half an hour from home.”

                . . .

“Ok, where do you want me to meet you?”

                . . .

“The crossroad between Skyway Drive and Alkali Creek Road? ok hold on.’ She pulls the phone away from her ear so she could put in the address, she smiled as she placed the phone to her ear again, ‘ok I got it put in the GPS, it says it’s also about a half an hour away. Will you wait for me there?”

                . . .

“Yeah, ok… I love you dad.” Listening to the other end she furrows her brows for a moment, but then smiles as she hangs up. She then hands the phone back to Montanha. “So what’s the plan then?”

“They said their just outside town. Says their not allowed to come back in yet, so we gotta meet them there, I got the address put in though so we should be fine.” Montanha scrunched his nose, “Their not allowed in? Did they say why..?”

“Uh… I didn’t ask.” She sheepishly replies, he just let out a hum. For some reason he was getting another bad feeling about the situation. But he might just be paranoid, besides , she knew her parents better than anyone else.

“Anyways! I’ll totally ask my parents to treat you to some dinner or something when we get there, you’ve been a really big help so I bet they will!” Montanha chuckled, “Well I’m gonna hold you too that, cause I am craving a burger right about now…”

“Ugh me too! Lets go!” Rosie says there was a renewed skip in her step as he practically led the way. Montanha smiled at this, he was glad he could help her reunite with her parents.

Had this been a practical journey? Probably not. In hindsight Montanha may have gotten swept up in the moment when he decided to leave with Rosie. They should’ve just stayed at work and called her parents there. But something had just told him they needed to get out of that store. A feeling that he once again had to push down, wanting to trust the kid. So only with slight hesitation he fallowed her down the road.

Rosie's excitement radiated throughout the rest of the walk as she eagerly went forward, anticipating their arrival. Montanha couldn't help but find her enthusiasm contagious, and he chuckled, likening her to a child eagerly awaiting Christmas day or walking through Disneyland.

To pass the time Montanha asked a few more questions about Rosie. It was then he learned she liked to sing. “oh that’s cool, what kind of music do you like?”

“Oh, all kinds, though I like acoustic covers of songs. Cause then I can try to learn them on my guitar.” Rosie says nonchalantly.

“Shit you play guitar too?”

“Yeah, a little bit.”

“Could I hear a bit of what yah got? No pressure if you don’t.” Rosie grins, “Yeah! I’m always down to sing, honestly I’d sing all the time if people didn’t find it obnoxious.”

“Well I love some good music, so let’s hear it.”

She grinned again before taking a minute to think of a suitable song, she eventually she settled on something as she began to preform her little piece. Her voice was soft and high, it was actually quite beautiful. “You look like an angel. Walk like an angel. Talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are, devil in disguise. Oooo.”

Montanha was surprised by the choice of song but it made him grin as she continued. She, seemed to get more into it as her steps became a bit floaty and carefree. Her eyes closed. “I thought that I was in heaven. But I was sure surprised. Heaven help me, I didn't see. The devil in your eyes.”

She turned to him, eyes bright and her smile so big it even carried in her words, “You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are, devil in disguise. Mmhmm hmmm, devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are! Devil in disguise, mmhmm hmmm. Devil in disguise.”

Montanha couldn’t help but give her a small round of applause as she finished, “wow, that was quite impressive.” A shy look crossed her face, “Yeah? You think so?”

“Hell yeah kid. Though I am surprised you know Elvis.”

“Uh, who doesn’t know Elvis?”

“Says the girl who didn’t know who Will Smith was.” Rosie rolls her eyes at that, “is it a crime for me to not be as into movies as you seem to be?”

“ Yes. It’s possibly one of the worse offences on earth.” Rose puts a hand on her hip, “Oh yeah? Worse than murder?”

“Oh, for sure.” Montanha states, but he couldn’t even look serious as he gave her a goofy grin. Rosie lets out a sudden laugh and upon seeing that Montanha can’t help but laugh too. Both of them tittering and snickering at the silliness of it all.

 The moment soon shifted as they noticed they were close to their destination. About ten feet or so they could see two figures in the distance. Rosie face lights up at the sight and she starts to bounce on her feet "It's them!" She cheers as she goes running for them. Montanha quickly fallows her, not wanting her to go over there alone, suddenly afraid to leave her alone.

Throwing her arms up she barreled into the arms of her parents who embraced her as tears started to form in her eyes. “Mom! Dad! I missed you!” Montanha stood nearby as he witnessed the reunion. Still something gnawed at him, this was supposed to be a happy moment, so then… why did it feel wrong…?

 After a moment, Rosie turned to Montanha, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend from my job. He walked me all the way over here." she says introducing him to her parents. Rosie’s father looked at him, “thank you for bringing her here.”

Montanha nodded politely before offering his hand to him, “I’m Montanha, it’s nice to meet you sir, Rosie is a sweet kid and a good co-worker.” The father just looked at Montanha's hand as he held it out, but he did not attempt to grab it. After a moment Montanha dropped it with a furrowed brow. Rosie’s mother looked to Rosie with a pleasant smile, “Lets go home now dear.”

“Oh, actually. Since Montanha went through the trouble of walking me here, do you think we could treat him to dinner or-”

“There is no time for that. We must head home immediately.” Her father says cutting her off. Rosie gave him a confused look, “But I thought the city was closed..?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just come with us.” Her father states with a bit of force behind it. Her mother wraps her arms around Rosie’s and begins to lead her away. Rosie glanced at Montanha as she did so, her eyes now holding some uncertainty and even a bit of fear.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. This did not feel right. But these were her parents, right? Suddenly he was unsure. So, without thinking he places his hand on the father shoulder, “hey hold on-”

His words died in his throat.

He could only stand here slack jawed as without warning; the father twisted his neck fully around like an owl to stare at him, the skin of his neck twisting as if it were a wrung-out towel. The eyes once a brown like Rosies were like two literal pinpricks as he stared at him. Montanha’s face paled at the sight as he and everyone froze for a moment.

Then, like the braking of a seal, several things happened in quick succession. The first thing being the father mouth unhinging like a snake as he went for Montanha’s face. Instinctively Montanha pushed him back and the father- no, that Creature – stumbled back. Not wasting the chance, he ran up and immediately punched it in the head, using his full weight and force to send it to the hard asphalt ground.

Rosie then screamed and he saw as the thing masquerading as her mother was trying to make a run for it with Rosie, but it was not able to get anywhere fast, as Rosie fight against her kicking and squirming to break out of its grasp. Montanha sprinted over and gave the thing a hard shove, sending this one to the ground as well.

With both creature on the ground now, Montanha didn’t want to wait and see if they would get back up. Swiftly grabbing Rosie's hand and running. His instincts were screaming at him to get away, and this time he did not ignore it, as they both sprinted off the road and down to the creek nearby, making a beeline for the nearest tree line. Rosie, her eyes wide with terror, turned to Montanha, "What the hell was that?" she cried.

Montanha, his mind racing, could only manage, "Not your parents, that's for sure." The gravity of the situation was sinking in, and the urgency to escape the unfolding horror fueled their frantic movements.

Montanha did not stop running. Even as they reached the nearby trees. Even when Rosie tripped and skinned her knee. Even as Montanha in one smooth motion, scoped her up and threw her over his shoulder to carry fire man style. He just kept running. Away from those Creature. Away from the city. And away from the life they knew.

[lloydenthusiast]

more greenflower drabbles!

still another fluffy one! only tws for this baby are implied/referenced depression.

hope yall enjoy! drabble under the cut

Lloyd rolls out of bed at three in the afternoon to rapid knocks on his door. He doesn’t move with any urgency—Why would he? It’s a Saturday—as he meanders to the front door as the knocks turn to shouts.

“Lloyd! Come on, man. You can’t seriously still be sleeping.”

“Shut up.” Lloyd mutters a response. He would shout it but that takes far too much energy for a Saturday. He reaches the door, stepping over dirty laundry covering his dorm room floor, and pulls it open to reveal Brad, smiling far too brightly for him to handle this early in the morning.

“Were you seriously still asleep?”

“Have you met me?”

Brad snorts. “Yes,” he says. He takes a step into Lloyd’s room, kicking the door shut behind him and toeing off his shoes. He wrinkles his nose. “God, it stinks in here.”

“Did you just come here to insult me?”

“No, of course not.” Brad sets a paper bag down on Lloyd’s desk chair—one of the only clean surfaces in the room. Cause, you know, he sits in it—and begins picking up pieces of paper off of the floor. He reaches for one of Lloyd’s shirts. Lifts it, sniffs it, and promptly wrinkles his nose once more. He gives Lloyd a look. “Dude.”

“You are so annoying,” Lloyd says “What’s in the bag?”

“Clean up and I’ll show you.”

Lloyd gives him his Death Stare. Patent pending, of course.

Brad grins. “Grumpy, eh?” He makes Lloyd’s bed quickly—Really, quickly, like at a speed that Lloyd seriously cannot comprehend—and sits on the comforter. “Remind me not to talk to you in the mornings.” He pauses. “Oh, wait, it’s 3:00 PM.”

Lloyd walks over to the bag.

“Wait!” Brad hops off of Lloyd’s bed, hurrying over to the bag. “You won’t be gentle enough.”

“What is it? A grenade? A snow globe? A lightbulb?”

“Only one of those was a normal guess,” Brad mutters. He pulls some tissue paper out of the bag and sets it down on the chair, slowly unwrapping—A plant?!

Lloyd stares at it. Stares at Brad. Back at the plant. Back at Brad.

“Well?” Brad says.

“It’s … green.”

“It’s for you!”

“For … me …”

“Yes, dumbass.” Brad picks up the plant, a small, round cactus with spikes. “It’s prickly, like you are in the …” He glances at his watch. “Afternoon.” He smirks.

“I hate you.”

“I know.” Brad holds out the plant. “I thought your room could use some … sprucing up.”

Lloyd raises an eyebrow.

“I’m serious,” Brad deadpans. “It’s disgusting in here.”

Lloyd grunts. But he takes the plant, peering at it. It’s small, certainly pokey, and honestly sorta cute. “What do I do with it?”

“You take it outside to play catch.”

“Really?”

“No, you dumb fuck, you water it.”

Lloyd glares at him as Brad grins that stupid shit-eating grin again. Don’t be fooled, Brad only seems nice.

“I know that,” he snaps. “But seriously, why did you get it?”

Brad shrugs. “You know,” he says. “To try to put a smile on that frowny face of yours.”

“I am not—“

“When was the last time you’ve gotten out of bed before noon in the past two weeks?”

Lloyd opens his mouth. He shuts his mouth.

“That’s what I thought.” Brad plucks the plant from his hands and walks over to the windowsill, setting it down on it. “Water it every month.”

“Month?!”

“Cacti don’t need a lot of water,” Brad says easily. “Just give it some love. Talk to it, I dunno. That’s what I do with my plants.”

“Of course it is.”

Brad laughs a bit. “Well, if you won’t talk to me about what’s going on,” Brad says quieter. “At least open up to someone. Even if it’s a cactus.”

Guilt swirls in Lloyd’s stomach. “Right.”

Brad gives him a smile. “Take care, alright? And I’m serious, at least get some Febreeze or something. Or maybe take a shower?” He reaches out, ruffling Lloyd’s surely-greasy hair. Lloyd shoves him off.

“Catch you later?” Brad asks. “I know you like to wake up on your own.”

“You say that,” Lloyd grumbles. “But you woke me up anyways.”

Brad winks. “You bet.” He heads to the door, shoving on his shoes. “Lemme know once you’re up, we can go get coffee.”

“At three?”

Brad shrugs. “Sure.” He pulls open Lloyd’s door. “See you!” and leaves. He pulls the door shut after him.

Lloyd heads over to the plant on the windowsill and sighs.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, little buddy.” He picks it up, turns it in his hands. It’s … cute.

He supposes.

[rissararity]

Keep My Secret- Stucky/OC

By RissaRarity

A/B/O fic

👉🏻Chapter word count: 11,205

🌶 18+ readers discretion advised

(Unprotected p/v sex, dom Steve, choking, praise kink, threesome, poly, Heat, mating instincts)

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CHAPTER ONE - THAT TIME IN SPACE (Prism + Steve)

SUMMARY: When their ship crashlands, Bucky, Steve and Prism must await rescue. This unscheduled detour makes her suppressants wear off and she is forced into a heat for the first time in years. Something thought to be dormant wakes in Bucky, the alpha he was forced to be under Hydra's command takes over and makes him pursue the omega.

Frenemies-though more often than not more like enemies- Prism and Steve must put their differences aside to keep her safe until her heat is over or rescue arrives.

(Heat smut with plot yall)

Damn it!" Steve growled as the fuzzy transmission signal died. "They can't get us for another week."

"A week?!" Prism's heart dropped. This was supposed to be a three day mission tops. She wasn't prepared for this.

"That's what I fuckin said, isn't it?!" he hissed, getting a glare.

"Look we aren't happy have to deal you either." Bucky replied gruffly.

She turned her glare on him and was met with his infamous dead eyed stare.

Priz flinched as Steve stormed by in a rage, unleashing it on some near by alien tree looking plants.

The betas let the Alpha blow off steam for a while until Bucky spoke up, "If you're done, we could use some help setting up camp."

Steve glared at the crashed spaceship they arrived in. "Couldn't help us land without destroying everything, you weak bitch?" he spat while she unloaded some boxes.

"It was already too damaged to function, you're lucky my force field was enough to keep us safe in that hellish atmosphere and from exploding upon impact! We'd be dead if it wasn't for me!" she growled with such ferocity both the males looked taken back, knowing what she said was true.

Truth be told, she was a bit worse for wear. With her long term blockers wearing off, her powers hadn't been on full and would only get weaker until after her oncoming heat cycle was over.

She didn't how know she was going to handle hiding it with these two here. This planet seemed devoid of life, at least ones like them, so she only had to worry about Bucky and Steve.

But they were quite a thing to worry about.

Especially with her powers slowly fizzling as her Omega hormones slowly reawakened and tried to make her vulnerable.

She needed to dig in her heels and assert herself for as long as possible while she figured out what to do. Getting them to want to stay away from her seemed like her best hope.

Priz didn't seem aware, but she'd had a nosebleed since they landed, evidence that it had been quite a feat for her to save the ship.

Steve didn't seem to care, but she gained some respect from Bucky when he put it together. Between helping set up shelter, the other beta noticed her flinching to her side a little every now and again.

Again, the Alpha was too caught in his own rage to notice one of his charges was hurt. Even if neither were his, he was still Captain and the only Alpha. He was supposed to care about the team, and while he did care for Bucky on the rare occasion it was needed, he seemed to ignore the female.

Even Beta's healed better with help, but Bucky had never once heard Prism ask for anyone's assistance. He assumed healing quickly was part of her magical abilities but he was beginning to wonder if he was wrong.

"I'm gonna go pee. Stay here, will ya?" she asked after trying to mask an especially hard wince.

"Like I care what you do. Just go, Priz." Steve didn't look up as he started a fire in the pit he'd built.

Neither noticed Bucky suspiciously follow behind her at a safe distance. For a beta, she always was pretty shit at detecting when she was being followed.

A fair distance away, further than she'd have gone just to pee, she looked around before slowly lifting the side of her shirt.

A long strip of metal was imbedded in her ribs with only an inch or so sticking out. "Shit shit shit shit." She hissed as she assessed the injury.

Bucky squinted past her blood covered skin to see the shard, opting to pull out his high tech binoculars now that he knew his suspicions were correct.

She pushed her back against a tree and slid down it, reaching into her utility belt for a little first aid kit.

"Ugh this is gonna be bad." She got lightheaded as she stuffed a cloth into her mouth and grabbed the metal.

The other beta watched with wide eyes as she slowly and carefully pulled the shard from her side, screaming into the gag with tears coming down her cheeks.

She pulled air harshly through her nose as she bandaged the wound, finding a cracked rib the hard way, a fresh scream into the gag.

Unbeknownst to her, distress was rolling off her in waves that Bucky nearly responded to instinctively as a nearby and relatively friendly beta.

His vibranium arm gripped a tree trunk to remind himself she wanted to do this herself or she'd have come to them- or more likely him- for assistance.

He doubted she'd ever ask Steve for any help, even on deaths door. And he couldn't blame her.

Her face was pale and clammy when she finished and cleaned the blood off her skin, revealing heavy bruising across her right side.

She took the gag out and repacked the first aid kit with slightly shaking hands, leaning her head back against the tree and breathing heavily through the pain.

Bucky frowned as he watched her pant and blink pitifully for a few seconds before both of their heads snapped back toward camp as the alpha used the team bond to call them back.

Prism wiped her face and slid on a mask of indifference, heading toward camp as Bucky silently scurried away to not get caught.

--

That night, as Alpha, Steve took first watch while the betas laid down by the fire to sleep. He sat atop the cliff above camp for a good vantage point.

Bucky laid a little far from the fire on his side, lifting his arm to the other beta, offering to spoon with her to help her heal.

The simple nearness of a friendly beta would aid with her pain and healing. Most unmated betas would be open to cuddling with friends to help, and this was the first time anyone had ever offered to Prism.

He hid his shock when Priz snickered and laid on the opposite side of the flames, locking her jaw to hide her wince as she laid down. Bucky frowned as a stream of blood came from her nose while she slept.

Why was she determined to drive a wedge between herself and her supposed team mates?

A few hours later, Steve came down to pick what beta would take the next watch. He narrowed his eyes at the dried blood under Prism's nose, noticing for the first time that her side smelled like blood too.

He tilted his head curiously, kneeling down and using his alpha hormones to keep her unaware and asleep - he could just as easily rouse her if he wanted to. It was one of the benefits of being the only Alpha among betas- he could command either of them wordlessly like this. He kept both of them asleep as he knelt beside her and lifted her top a little, surprised to find a deep red bandage surrounded by a large purple bruise that took up most of her side.

Steve clenched his jaw, annoyed that he hadn't picked up on her distress earlier and that Bucky didn't seem to care either. Another beta wouldn't be as helpful as an alpha, but it was better than dealing with it alone.

Letting herself be injured and not speeding up healing was hurting the team too.

But if she was determined to suffer, let her.

She'd come crawling to him when the pain became too much. Begging for his aid.

And he would give it, for the good of the team.

But until then, she was on her own.

After replacing her shirt he carefully wiped her nose then woke Bucky for second watch.

--

The next morning, Priz woke up first and Bucky waved her to the ship to get ready for the day before he would come down from his watch.

She bandaged her side and refreshed herself in the ships luckily still functioning bathroom facilities.

She managed to use her magic to make her clothes clean again, coming out of the ship looking normal other than the slight bags under her eyes.

Bucky came down and they decided to let Steve sleep a while longer. While the beta took his turn in the bathroom, Priz watched over Cap who slept soundly.

When the beta came out, she wiggled her fingers at him, making them glow purple. He took in her spotless appearance and nodded letting her flick her magic at him leaving his clothes like new.

She began to prepare breakfast while Bucky started chopping wood, the sound of witch woke the Alpha at last.

He surveyed the camp and the betas before nodding and going into the ship next.

Steve's shower was military fast and he was back in 10 minutes or less, coming out in his dirty clothes again.

Feeling that it was only fair, Prism approached him seeing him raise his eyebrows expectantly.

"Do you want me to," she wiggled purple fingers, "clean your clothes?"

His expression changed to confusion then surprise but he nodded, letting her do the same to him as she had Bucky and herself.

He didn't thank her, just went and grabbed his breakfast first. Bucky put the axe aside and got his serving next, not wanting to give Prism special treatment like he normally would for an injured teammate- since she clearly wanted to deal with it herself or keep it from Steve; he didn't know witch.

Prism tried not to look disappointed at the meager half portion the super soldiers had left her with.

"You've been meaning to loose a few pounds anyway, right?" Steve clapped her on the back as she passed, missing her slight recoil at his touch.

To cover it, she stuck her tongue out behind his back and took every little bit she could get from the pot.

Bucky glanced down at his full plate and cursed himself for not saving more for her. Now that he could have gotten away with doing and Steve wouldn't have noticed.

She stood while she ate while the men sat beside each other and chatted.

Afterward, she collected the dishes and returned to the ship to wash them. Her stomach growled at her but she growled back. "Suck it up. It's always like this. You know that. I'm not in any shape to challenge Buck for more food. Steve's right, I don't need it." She pinched her flat stomach and frowned. Was she getting fat?

Her chest hurt as she hurt her own feelings, shaking her head.

It's just the blockers wearing off, She tried to tell herself.

She never worried about her weight before, in fact, she'd often been compared to Aphrodite herself in terms of her looks. The tabloids loved getting photos of her and fans adored her.

She wasn't fat, if anything she was on the fit side.

Right?

Stupid Omega thoughts.

-

To save the limited food the did have, Steve told the betas they'd be cutting to two meals a day. Both agreed, but Prism frowned slightly as she'd begun to feel light headed around onePM Earth time.

She redressed her bandage in the ship and ran her fingers lightly over the large bruise on her side, hissing in pain and quickly retracting.

She opted to drink a lot of water- something the ship could synthesize on its own from...natural resources as well as particles found in most planets with sufficient oxygen.

After filling her belly with water she went back outside just in time to watch the Alpha pace back and fourth.

"I can't stand all this waiting. We did our mission and crashed onto a neighboring planet. What are the fucking odds!?"

"Being mad about it isn't going to help anything, Steve." Bucky sounded bored.

"Its not hurting anything either." The alpha countered, glaring.

"It's hurting my head. Why don't you go plow through more trees with another tantrum? That'll at least give us more fuel."

The males gaped at Prism who immediately regretted her words. Bucky jumped to his feet and pushed against Steve who immediately tried to stride over.

"What's you're fuckin problem lately?" he growled, "I don't have to take your shit."

Swallowing her fear to keep up her beta façade she looked up defiantly, "Yes, you do. And you're going to until you learn how to handle your emotions like a mature alpha worthy of leading."

Shit.

Bucky was immediately shoved aside and Steve's long strides carried him over to the slightly shaking female who held his eyes.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" he growled, picking her up by her neck, ignoring her prying fingers and gasps.

"I'm the only Alpha here. I was chosen to lead this mission. You think you could do better?"

Her reply was lost in gasps.

"Steve, stop it!" Bucky put his vibranium arm on the alphas shoulder.

"No. She needs to be put in her place. That's another thing alphas do."

He harshly threw her sideways into the dirt and kicked her side, sending her rolling in the dirt and whimpering in pain-clutching her already injured side that began to bleed again.

In a flash, Bucky had Steve on the ground with his metal arm around his throat. "Hate to say it, but she's got a point here. Plus, a good alpha would never choke out a non-aggressive beta who, need I remind you, he as Captain is supposed to protect."

"She's fine!" the blonde growled.

"Is she?"

The blood. The bandage.

The alphas eyes grew wide as he remembered her injury from the rough landing that she hasn't mentioned yet.

Bucky released him and they both looked over to where she'd been thrown, finding a few spots of blood left behind. They could hear her coughing and wheezing in the ship and the medkit open.

In the dirt she wrote, Fuck you Rogers.

Guilt flooded him immediately as he realized Bucky was right, and so was Priz. Letting his irritation evolve to rage wasn't helping anyone. And he'd definitely thrown her on her injured side- not that she knew he was aware of it.

Both of their heads snapped over to the ship as the scent of blood and worry leaked from it.

They looked at each other for a second and both headed in. It was easy to follow her scent to the locked bathroom where they could smell both scents were stronger, they could hear her push on her side and try to stop the bleeding.

"Stop stop stop stop..." she muttered, hissing in pain as she put more pressure on it. "Ohhh come on don't make me do this..." her voice was raspy and full of fear like neither of them had ever heard.

They looked at each other in confusion before they heard a lighter be lit.

"Priz, wait!" Bucky knocked on the door. "Let us help you."

"I'm fine. Just a scratch." She rasped again, making Steve flinch.

Bucky nodded and stepped back to let Steve take over. His domineering aura filled the ship, "Prism put that lighter down and open the door." He commanded with his alpha tone.

After a few thick seconds of tense silence, they heard the lighter be placed on the sink, then a few more seconds before the door opened after some shuffling.

She opened it only a crack and touched her bruising throat, "Just a bruise. It's fine. I'm fine. You're a dick though." She croaked at the alpha who's nose immediately told him something was wrong.

He shoved the door open, making her back up until she was pressed against the wall.

"Do you mind? Occupied." She pushed weakly at his chest, flinching as he grabbed the side of her shirt and lifted it. The puncture was bleeding heavily and it stained her shirt a deep red.

"How long were you planning on keeping this from us?" he growled, making her flinch reflexively and cast her eyes down.

"...until it healed."

"Or until you bled out and died." He said harshly, "and what if we'd been attacked? We expect you to hold your own, we can't coddle you. What if Bucky got killed by trying to save you? What if it was your fault Bucky died?"

Bucky looked over the Alpha's shoulder, horrified that he'd sling that at her. Her chest hurt, feeling tight as the last of the blockers wore away and his words cut deep.

Her eyes teared up and she dropped her chin to her chest, cowering from her Alpha who stood with his fists balled.

"Ever think to ask why I would rather die than ask you for help? Why I would rather live in silent agony than come whimpering to you?" she coughed as she tried to speak louder.

"Its shit like that. You maybe a great leader, a great captain..." she gasped, clutching a cloth to her side. "But you're a bad alpha."

His eyes got wide, mind locking this image in his memory as his body froze.

She ducked under his arm and shakily went to Bucky who immediately took her to lay down, grabbing the med kit from the wall.

Steve stood frozen and watched his friend tend to their injured team mate. He was forgotten about as the betas spoke softly to each other, Bucky crooned at her whimpers that she no longer had the ability to hide without her blockers.

Her change of scent was subtle, too much for the beta to pick up on yet, but Steve could tell something had changed during the day.

Instead of being the leave me alone, I'm fine person she usually was after a tough fight, she eagerly accepted his aid. Not just his combat medic abilities but his presence. It was common for unmated betas to stick together for the most part, cuddling was a common way for them to bond and it helped them heal faster.

She'd never allowed this before. Medical care sure but she was letting Bucky spoon with her on the couch, keeping her injured side up. He lightly covered her cracked rib with his arm he stretched over her waist.

The look in her eyes was changing too - gentler, docile, trusting.

Neither of them noticed the air grow tense around the alpha still watching from the corner of the room- what the fuck is wrong with Priz?

Her scent was getting sweeter as Bucky had casual conversation with her, lips close to her ear.

While it wasn't uncommon for unmated betas to have sex with each other for fun-there was no risk of accidental mating- it was odd that Bucky's pheromones flooded the air this way. Then again, Buck was nearly dominant enough to be an alpha if he cared a bit more so it could be a result of that.

Because what Steve witnessed definitely looked and felt like early courting measures.

But they're both betas...right?

Getting an idea, he returned to the bathroom and opened the bathroom mirror compartment revealing a blood testing machine with swabs. He wiped her blood from the doorway and inserted the swab.

Within seconds the small screen gave him the highlights of the result: O - Female, slightly elevated hormones: possibly a rush from hormone blockers or stress.

His eyes grew wide as he re-read it again. O - female.

Priz was an Omega?!

He'd known her for years and she never gave off any less than bitey Beta. Was it an act? Was it real and she just a bad Omega?

As soon as the question occurred to him his inner alpha scoffed at it. Fun. She was fun.

He shook his head and closed the mirror, coming back into the room to find Prism had fallen asleep in Bucky's arms.

"Does she smell...different to you?" Steve asked, trying to get him to notice. With how Naturally Bucky's hormones reacted to the new ones the female was putting out, he knew the physical attraction part at least was real. His body knew but his brain missed the info.

She might be the first Omega he'd gotten a whiff of since being freed from Hydra- they were exceedingly rare.

Bucky gave a questioning look and bent his nose down to her neck, both noting how even in her sleep she bared her throat obligingly.

His pupils dilated as he inhaled, eyes snapping to Steve again.

"She's...did you know?"

"Only a few minutes before you." He pointed to the bloody bathroom.

"What do we do?"

Steve considered their current position, the pheromones cleared now that Bucky had returned to his senses but his touch would still help her, more than beta to beta, even.

Omegas were considered easily rechargeable, in terms of healing. Though an alpha would still be ideal, Bucky could pass as one when he wanted to - he'd fooled enemies before.

"Take it one day at a time until help arrives. Keep each other in check."

Bucky gulped and nodded, closing his eyes and flaring his hormones to alpha level. The air tensed between the two alphas.

"I'll guard outside but I'm keeping an eye on this."

He gestured to the two of them.

"She's not even in heat yet, I'm fine. Let me help her like a good alpha and get out."

Steve was taken back by the growl, chest hurt a little at the insinuation. He knew an unmated, injured omega would bring out the worst in both of them as they wouldn't be able to help but fight over her in little ways.

Swallowing his pride, Cap nodded and left the ship wreck to patrol.

On some level, it killed him to give up the omega to a beta but the fact that it was Bucky made it not so bad. Now that he knew Prism was an omega, so many moments in their past felt different now.

He could truly see why she called him what she did. The most hurtful words an omega can say to an alpha. He should be the first person she goes to when injured but the fact that she actively tried to keep it from him to suffer alone was an absolute gut punch.

Why would an omega put herself through being an active duty Avenger? The constant presence of countless alphas working at the tower?

Now he understood why she hated attending meetings and was always trying to convince Tony to have them in the residential conference room instead of high in the sky.

He wondered if Tony knew about this. Bruce clearly knew because long term blockers were unavailable to the general public.

Knowing what he did now, he gained a lot more respect for her as he saw her though the omega lens.

"I've got them!" Prism lunged to head toward the cowering children while the building they hid under swayed.

"There's no time! Too far away." He grabbed her arm.

Her eyes glowed with passion, fists displaying silver and pastel colored magic. "I've. Got. Them." She bit, fading into white smoke to get out of his range then flying over to them, throwing a forcefield out with both hands as the pieces of building began to splinter and rain down.

"Prism, that building is empty. Only those two." Jarvis told her over coms. Cap caught his ricocheting shield after taking out a couple of enemies and glared as he watched her disobey orders.

The children cried while she dodged the falling debris and made it to them, yelping slightly here and there as she got closer. She landed on the ground between them and covered them in a dome of a forcefield just before the entire building fell down around them.

Concerned shouts came out over coms as the other Avengers took notice.

They could vaguely see a shimer of purple light dance under the pipes of office building. "We're okay. We're okay...for now...but...its...heavy..."

"Race for time, guys! Find Priz!" Tony flew down and began throwing the larger pieces of debris.

The team arrived and dug though the ruble, occasionally hearing Prism speak very softly to the children but unable to understand what she said.

Then a big piece of cement slid down a little and a nervous shout came from the coms as Prism's footing slipped a little under the weight, forcing the children closer as the forcefield shrunk.

" You're doing great, Priz. Just hold it for a little bit longer." Tony said over coms.

"I've got it." She sounded strained but determined. Her com picked up one of the kids saying something about her nose but she sushed him.

When they freed the trio, she dropped the forcefield as soon as was safe, eyes damp and distant looking. A little bit of blood dropped from her nose, but she wiped it away.

Cap had seen it though.

A little wobbly on her feet she took a couple of steps toward Tony who flew down to meet her, mask scanning her for injuries.

"T-Tony I feel...weird...I think..." her eyes rolled back and the Alpha caught her before she fell, shifting her to rest against his chest.

"Cap, finish up here please. I'm gonna put this on the charger." He chuckled.

At the time, Steve was annoyed Prism disobeyed orders, overextended herself then had to be evacuated.

Now he realized for the first time why she was so desperate to save those children, why she went against orders to do it.

He also realized he was the last alpha she would turn to. Even under the cover of a Beta she'd shown preference for Tony- if only for family/pack bonds, she at least accepted him and trusted him to look out for her.

Come to think of it, Steve realized he was the only Alpha on the team she bickered with, she had turned to others before but he didn't notice because he never even considered...

He'd always chalked it up to the little fling he and Bucky had occasionally, they weren't official but did enjoy each other's company when on missions together. He thought he was so cold to Priz because his body was accepting Bucky as his Beta, but now that he knew Prism's secret he wanted to treat her as such...he could have both. The ideal triad of A/B/O.

Someday.

He knew he had a lot to make up for to do right by Prism. He felt insanely guilty for how he'd treated her over the years, purposely letting her get tackled on missions, not going easy on her when they spared, the way he'd used her to practice giving alpha commands and belittled her for struggling to fight them.

He felt dirty knowing he'd done those things to an omega. Maybe that was why she'd gotten so good at denying him, something omegas were supposed to not be able to do at all.

She'd adapted and learned a skill thought to be out of her class because he'd mistreated her. Honestly, doing that to a beta without their consent to the practice wasn't seen as much better.

He realized that she wasn't a beta, but a neglected omega forced to adapt to survive- forcing her to live as a beta and taking injections to block her omega hormones and scent.

Was her sharp tongue just a defense mechanism or was she just a bratty omega?

Steve felt dirty as he very much wanted to know. He shook his head and focused on his patrol, and role as protector.

--

A few hours later, Bucky came out to relieve him of his post. Steve calmly entered the ship, feeling his friends slight apprehension as he did so.

Prism's eyes snapped open and she immediately dropped her eyes to his chest.

She got nervous as she watched him shut off all listening devices that recorded conversations.

"I want you to tell me why you mascaraded as a beta." He kept his tone soft.

The omega gave a questioning look. "Y-youre not going to command me to tell you?"

He sighed and shook his head. "I never would have done that to you if I'd known. I wouldn't mess with an omega like that. I'm....I'm sorry, Priz."

She blinked in surprise, flinching as she tried to sit up more on the couch.

Without thinking about it, Steve's chest gave out a rumble designed specifically to comfort an omega.

Her shoulders involuntarily slumped as the sound soothed her brain in a way she'd never experienced.

"Do you...I understand if you don't...d-do you want my help? Like Bucky's but better."

The woman eyed him skeptically and shakily pulled herself to sit up more, patting the other end of the couch. "Only because it hurts so much..."she muttered, grunting as she sat up more to carefully shift herself into Steve's side.

She felt so little as she slumped against him, he realized that when she wasn't puffing herself up to appear beta she was definitely omega sized. Steve dwarfed her and never noticed before because of her snarky tough guy act.

She could pass as a beta under normal circumstances.

He put his arm around her and carefully touched where he knew the wound was. He purred and flooded the room with his alpha pheromones. She visibly relaxed as he did this, previous reservations about it melting away as her blockers had left her completely in omega mode.

"...it does feel nice with you too..." the words seemed to leave her mouth without her permission.

"But better than Bucky faking it, right?" he chuckled slightly, trying not to move too much.

"I meant vs with Thor, Nat and Tony. Honestly you feel very similar to Bucky."

She tensed as he did, rage flickered in him but he choked it down for her sake. Not only had this omega come to every alpha on the team for healing other than him, she was comparing him to a beta.

"What do you mean?" he asked calmly.

"Its not about you, Captain," she added quickly having realized her mistake-Beta tendencies keeping her from referring to him as Alpha. "Part of it is...based on trust and strength of relationship...who's pheromones are ideal. It doesn't mean anything happened between us, even a friendship is a relationship." She knew Steve would feel the same ownership of her as any Alpha that got a whiff of her Omega pheromones, so she made sure to include that, then dropped her chin to her chest, "Bucky may be a beta but when he tries like that, he does pass as an Alpha to both my beta and omega senses."

"So let me guess: Tony is your favorite, then Thor, Natasha, Bucky and me."

"Yes, sir." She cowered slightly in his arm as she feared the wrath she'd usually face as a beta.

Instead he took a choppy breath and rested his cheek on her head, still purring softly. Body instinctively seeking emotional comfort from the omega.

"I really am a bad Alpha, aren't I?" he sounded dejected.

Her heart tightened for a moment. "I was harsh but not untruthful." She flicked her silver eyes to gently meet his blue- submission and mild fear were clear in them, keeping him in check.

His eyes got wet as they met hers.

"But it's never too late to change. Being an Alpha is more than being buff and bossy, you know!" she poked his peck, smiling a little.

Steve let her warm and comforting omega pheromones take hold and turned all his attention to her.

"Buff and bossy am I?" he joked, softly rubbing his cheek on the top of her head to show affection like Alphas only did for Omegas.

"Yes." She giggled, unable to stop the little sound of approval as he did it. This made him relax and smile, helping him forgive himself a little when he made her chirp like that.

"You've got that down. You just need to manage your emotions and use them to fuel the other aspects...like...?" she began, back comfortably leaning against his muscled torso as his touch sped her healing and soothed her pain.

"The first one I'd say would be controlling the situation, but that would probably fall under bossy so...protecting the team, be logical and calm under stress..."

She raised her eyebrows at him, dropping the hint like a sign on the Jumbo-tron.

Steve pursed his lips, recalling all the times he'd been needlessly cruel to Prism, sometimes just verbally and other times physically.

He'd noticed she seemed more wounded by the verbal abuse than anything but it wasn't enough to sate his odd need to be mean to her.

It wasn't all betas, in fact most saw him as an idol and adored him. He was fine with other Alphas most of the time.

But Priz specifically rubbed him the wrong way.

Could he somehow sense her industrial strength hormone blockers that kept her scentless?- somehow make him feel like something was wrong with her?

Thinking about it now, Cap always knew he could trust Prism to protect others and civilians, and give 110% all the time. But would he trust her to have his back?

No.

That's why his mission partner -Beta backup as Tony so jokingly called it- was always Bucky.

Now that he considered that he also realized Prism was usually Tony's beta back up for big missions - since both could fly and had similar abilities.

Did Tony know she was an Omega? Was he keeping her secret? Is that why he never argued more to pair Priz with Steve or Bucky?

Was Tony slowly building a relationship with her in hopes of her being his omega?

Steve clenched his jaw as he shoved the irritation down when he realized the answer was probably yes.

Provided he was right in assuming Tony knew. He tried to stay logical.

But then the thought of him seeking her as his beta were irritating too. This was Steve's first experience with an Omega since Peggy...Peggy.

The first Omega he met was also playing it up and working extra hard to appear a beta. He remembered he'd caught a brief whiff of something while they danced once. She was kind, but tough, confident and eager to prove herself among any company be it as measuring up to any beta there or by being the most beautiful person in the room.

He realized Prism reminded him of Peggy. His long lost love with the heart of a Beta and soul of an omega - she was the ideal of both rolled into one.

Was Prism like that too?

While injured or in heat, she would nearly lose herself to her new Omega urges. He wouldn't know what kind of Omega she was until she was back to normal and blocker free.

Though he was sure she would want them to have Bruce meet them on the landing zone to give her another dose of blockers before they enter the building.

Unless- for a second he considered that he could accept Bucky as his Beta, Prism as his Omega and no one would even notice her at the Compound.

She would be safe.

His brain immediately screamed absolutely not and that would be unfair and unwanted by Prism.

Bucky had- knowingly or not- already expressed an interest in courting her; though Steve doubted the two were versed enough in it to recognize the difference in the pheromone signs vs platonic.

Steve knew mateship couldn't be taken lightly, that's why he hadn't rushed in with Peggy.

Although he wished he had.

But he needed to remind himself that no matter the similarities, Prism was not Peggy.

Besides, he never treated the brunette the way he had the silver haired woman. She was well within reason to feel the way she did about him.

"Who knows about you?" He asked after a long while.

"Bruce designed the suppressants for me specifically, so he knows. I think Tony knows but he keeps yo-yo-ing that fact away from me so I can't be sure but...I really think so."

"So Tony might be knowingly sending an omega into the field. Your blockers wore off at a bad time and I think....I think..." Steve looked at her weirdly, ducking his nose into her the side of her throat.

For the first time ever, Prism arched her back and tilted her head for him-a heavenly sigh came from her throat as her Omega hormones made her respond positively.

As soon as he pulled away, she blushed pushed her hair over her shoulders. "You know that wasn't me..."

He gave an amused smirk, "I know, I know. But it was pleasant. You could be more pleasant to be around."

"So could you!" she growled, reminding him of a puffed up kitten. "I can't stay full omega and be an Avenger. I know I can save more people, I can help. I want to help!" she spoke with passion. "If word got out that I was an Omega I'd have to go I to hiding or try to find a new multiverse. The public would be in an uproar and not trust me, shame the other Alphas on the team for not knowing or accusing them all of knowing." Her voice shook and waves of distress rolled off her. "Social media would freak out, probably claim I get passed from one to the next..."

Steve pressed a kiss to her temple and made comforting sounds in his chest for her, "You're right. While I don't like the idea of sending you back in the field now that I know, I understand why you do it."

"I can help. I can save people. If I can, I should."

He nodded, rubbing his cheek on her again.

"So when we get rescued..." she began, "I'll see if Bruce will meet us on the landing zone with more blockers for you. Buck and I will keep your secret." He finished.

"Its more than that though. You can't suddenly start favoring me on missions. You both need to act like you normally would to deflect suspicion."

She felt his mood drop.

"I don't know if I can."

"You have to, please!" she begged, tugging at his heart strings with her omega tone.

"I'll try. We can always say we finally spent an extended amount of time together and mended some bridges...so the three of us don't have to bicker anymore."

She grinned a little, "Honestly, being a beta is more fun. I like the bickering just...maybe lay off a bit."

"Now that I can promise." He smiled down at her.

--

Over the next few days Bucky began to get more and more agitated as Prism's heat fully started. She did her best to rein it in but after years of avoiding it...she was struggling.

She wanted her suppressants more than either of the two males with her - no matter how much her body disagreed and pleaded with her to just pick one.

Bucky's alpha level pheromones stayed active constantly, making him act every bit an Alpha. He got possessive of Priz and even refused to let her use the bathroom without him in the ship.

She didn't like the wild look in his eyes, the predatory way he sized her up everytime he saw her.

She'd actually begun to gravitate toward Steve, finding his lack of interest in her to be safer and preferable.

One night while she was napping in the ship, feeling like she was burning alive the door opened and she was immediately alert -whimpering.

"Easy, Priz, it's just me. But we gotta go." Steve entered, looking a bit worse for wear.

"Bucky's lost it. He's gone all winter soldier again."

He hastily packed a bag and put it in her arms.

"Unless you want to be forcefully mated by The Winter Soldier I'd suggest you follow me.".

Prism leapt to her feet, flinching as her thighs disturbed the slick that coated her them. Steve flinched too as her scent bloomed now that she wasn't under a blanket anymore.

"I'm gonna make up for the past, I'm gonna keep you safe from him until his rut is over and he's Buck again."

He took her hand without thinking and helped her hustle out of the ship.

"Where is he now?" the alpha pheromones were raging in the air and it was hard to tell Bucky's rut from Steve's natural enhanced ones.

"I knocked him out over there." He pointed into the woods, "He started going feral while talking about you and I couldn't listen to it. I knew he wasn't safe to be around anymore-not right now."

"Its my fault isn't it? M-my heat triggered his rut. But I thought beta's don't get ruts? And you seem fine." She jogged to keep up with his long strides before he sighed and ducked down for her to climb on his back.

Steve ran off into the woods to put as much distance between Bucky and Priz as possible.

"Buck is a special case. He's a beta but the part of him he called the soldat is an alpha. That's why it's so easy for him to pass. In a way...he's both. So his inner alpha responded to your heat until he couldn't take it anymore and took over." He didn't comment on her claiming he was fine.

He felt guilt radiate off the omega on his back, "Its nothing you did wrong, he just hasn't been so effected by an Omega before. I don't think he's even met one since Peggy."

Everyone knew the story of Caps long lost love, who died of old age before Prism joined.

Yet, he found himself very aware of the heat pressed to his back as he carried the omega into the alien forest. This was going to be Steve's first real attempt to be a good alpha, and a big part of that was protecting omegas in danger.

Even if the danger was his best friend.

-

"It's the best way to hide your scent for a while. He's a hunting machine, Priz." The look in Steve's eyes was one of worry and embarrassment.

He was right, of course, the scent of an Omega in heat was one of the most potent and easy to track one's known to alphas. It was ingrained in their biology.

But if her heat were temporarily sated/if she took an alpha her scent would be covered for a short time, taking away Bucky's main lead.

She bit her lip nervously, knowing that it must be serious for Steve to admit he can't win cat and mouse with a beta. He wouldn't mess with her at the cost of his pride.

"You said it yourself, I'm fine. For whatever reason you don't effect me like an Omega usually would. I just want...I..." he ran his hand through his hair, stressed.

He'd never felt like this before but he wanted to protect her, not mate her.

While he couldn't find the words, she could sense that this alpha wasn't responding to her unintentional barrage of fuck me pheromones. She couldn't scent any elevated level of arousal from him at all.

If anything, he seemed reluctant.

That was enough for her to trust him.

But she knew she'd only get worse and harder to move over the next few days. They needed to get some distance between them and the Soldat before that happened.

Sighing, she nodded. "Okay. But once we get back we never speak of this again."

"Never." He agreed , casting his eyes away as she sat up and took the pants of her suit off, her scent bombarding Steve's senses but his only reaction was a half chub.

One look at her open and soaked sex told him she was more than ready. She'd been sitting against the wall with her legs pulled up to her chest and her arms locked around them, forehead on her knees with her eyes closed.

He realized she'd been fighting her own urges. He knew she didn't really want this. Hell, neither did he.

But this was for -probably- his survival and her avoiding being forcefully mated and marked by Bucky.

Steve knelt in front if her.

"Present for me, Omega." He said the magic words that's made any willing omega absolutely drip.

Prism did, getting on her hands and knees facing away from him so her waiting entrance was practically shoved in his face.

After stroking himself a few times to get fully hard, Steve used one hand to push down on her shoulder blades. She gave a compliant chirp and laid on her breasts and cheek, keeping her back arched and important bits in position. "Stay down." He growled in his alpha tone so her heat brain would force her to accept the command; thus, keeping her neck away from him.

"Yes, Alpha."

Steve's chest rumbled as he pressed himself inside until her little body swallowed him whole- inner alpha preening at the submissive mewls of pleasure that left her throat.

He kept a tight reign on himself as he grabbed her waist and started guiding her back to meet his thrusts, his eyes rolled back in pleasure at his first taste of omega pussy. His chest gave a low rumble of approval that made her eagerly meet him, trying to wiggle her hips against him.

"What is it, little one?" he asked, lightly fucking her, the term of endearment falling from his lips naturally. Most of his trepidation melted away as soon as he got the head inside and instinct began to take over.

"I...I want...I want to feel...to..." she blushed deeply, bullet silver eyes shamefully met his crystal blues with half her face pressed into the dirt. Long moonlight hair in a slightly messy Dutch braid that tumbled over her back and shook with each thrust, dangling under her.

She looked beautiful. So submissive and desperate.

"Tell alpha what you need."

He knew. He just wanted to hear her say it. Even given the circumstances, he couldn't be clinical about this like he'd hoped. It was still having sex with an omega in heat, and his inner alpha wanted to enjoy it.

Prism whimpered and tried more to wiggle against him, so he pulled half way out and paused. She let out a long whine and tried to push herself back only for his hands to tighten on her hips and keep her still. "A-alpha..." she looked like she was going to cry.

"Tell me what you need." He repeated, firmly this time.

After another whimper and needy side to side shuffle on her knees she closed her eyes in embarrassment and spit it out. "I need to feel you deep inside me, I want to feel how you stretch me."

A slightly cocky smirk crossed his lips, pride building in his chest as the omega shyly begged for him.

Lizard brain forgetting the current circumstances and that the omega in question was Priz, he shoved into her fully until he was seated as deep as he could go.

She groaned as she slid forward a bit in the dirt, brows knit. "Please...please..."

"You want me to stretch you, huh? Show you how much bigger than you I am? How strong your alpha is?"

She meweled in response, already feeling his head in her lower stomach she was sure was bulging.

He leaned to the side a little, careful not tear her but enough for her to feel how her body adjusted to accommodate him. Her moans got a little louder as he did this, making him pull a little roll of gauze from a little pocket on his suit.

"Can't have that, sorry. We're trying to avoid Bucky not call him." He quickly made a knot in the fabric and tore it into a gag, holding it out for her as he speared her.

"Open." He commanded.

Immediately she obeyed and let him tie the gauze around the back of her head with the knot in her mouth.

Steve gave a couple of experimental thrusts, biting his lip a little as he pushed in firm and slow- each one resulting in a small whimper of pleasure from the beautiful being under him.

"That's a good girl." He grunted, speeding up his deliberate movements while she melted into a moaning, whimpering, sopping wet mess. The echoes of their activities danced against the cave walls as he tried to hold in his own little growls but some slipped through.

His alpha wanted to take his time but Steve knew the sooner it was done the sooner they could get out of there. He didn't love the thought of being holed up in a cave any longer than they had to be; effectively cornered.

He gripped her hips tightly, groaning at how soft and round they were in his big calloused hands; perfect omega his instincts purred.

"Gotta finish up, Priz. Then we've gotta get going." His voice was a little strained as he neared his end, hammering away.

Unable to resist, he grabbed her braid and pulled back on it making her moan into the gag as her head was forced back baring her neck but keeping it out of reach as she stayed planted on her chest.

Prism's face was half covered in dirt, hair messily sticking out on one side by her face. Even still, in the moment, Steve thought she was gorgeous.

He gave a few extra hard thrusts, watching as her body bounced in recoil before burying himself as deep as he could and groaning as his fingernails left crescent marks in her flesh.

Her face crumpled in pleasure as his release triggered hers, making his roll straight into another round of spurts as he ground into her, pressing his thighs flush with her backside as he shuttered, eyes closed as he lost himself in the moment. "Fuck." He groaned.

Steve clenched his jaw as he felt his fangs elongate, instincts urging him to mark the omega but he refrained partially due to his thinking ahead and making her stay out of reach.

Wasting no time, he pulled out and righted himself. "Get ready." He grunted somewhat awkwardly, making her head clear mere seconds later.

Blushing furiously, Prism took her gag out and used the cloth to clean herself a bit before pulling her pants back up and shoving herself to her feet.

Her legs shook slightly, and she braced herself on the wall for a moment to steady herself while Cap scouted the entrance.

"Lets go."

She nodded and ran beside him while they took off onto the alien forest again.

"Any idea how far he is?" Prism asked after another couple of miles.

Due to how close Bucky and Steve were, and the subsequent pack bond they had, the blonde was very aware. Even in alpha Soldat mode, Bucky couldn't truly hide his presence from him.

"He's at the cave now, probably scoping it out and about to be even more pissed off when he finds that gauze and realizes what we're doing."

"And what we did."

He snorted a small laugh, "Yeah, Alpha Buck is gonna be furious he lost first dibs."

Prism glared and gave him a small shove as she walked beside him, "I wish I could punch you for saying that."

Steve smirked down at her, knowing her Omega hormones wouldn't let her assault an alpha, much less the one who's cum she was currently full of. If anything, she'd probably end up sweet on him for a bit after this was all over.

She wouldn't be able to help it.

Luckily, there was no risk of breeding without a mating mark on both parties involved so at least that wasn't a concern.

They had enough to worry about.

"I'm sure you'll punch me at your earliest convenience, omega." He teased.

"You're damn right." She snickered, fully intending on decking him when she got back on her blockers.

"Good to have you back, Priz." He chuckled, glad to see she was almost as bitey an omega as she was a beta. With her primal omega brain sated for the time being, her true self was peaking through.

Other than being less violent, she was largely the same.

Steve wondered why this pleased him.

Nonetheless, it did.

--

A couple of hours later, Steve stiffened just before Prism whimpered and clutched her lower stomach. "Ahh...." He looked back in time to see her face crumble in pain as a cramp tore through her.

"I did not miss this." She complained, "I thought...ugh..." she flinched, "I thought it would last longer."

Steve sighed, "You're in unmated omega in heat traveling alone with an alpha. Your body metabolized my-" she cut him off by clearing her throat.

He rolled his eyes, "What I gave you," she nodded to indicate this re-phrasing was acceptable, "And now that you're empty again, it's asking for a refill."

"Demanding is more like it." She groaned in pain, wiping sweat off her forehead as she walked a little slower, falling a bit behind.

"You really don't know much about omega biology, do you?"

"That thing I've been fighting against since day one in your multiverse? No, I can't say I do." She sassed, brows furrowing as another cramp hit and her leg gave out.

In a flash, she found herself face to chest with Steve as he caught her. Surrounded by his scent, she couldn't help but melt against him.

"P-Priz..." he sighed again, tapping her butt lightly. "Hop up. I'll carry you until I can find somewhere to...take care of you." His chest fluttered when the needy little thing climbed him and wrapped her legs around his torso like a baby monkey, arms around his neck and head on his shoulder-adorable.

He shook his head slightly to clear the thought. Be a good alpha, Steve, protect the omega from the rival.

The danger.

Yeah. The danger, that's what he meant.

Her pheromones were stronger this time, and he was having a difficult time keeping his head. The thought of her being savagely mated by the soldat cleared some of the fog from his brain as he reminded himself the omega was depending on him.

His inner alpha puffed up his chest at the reminder that he was being trusted.

Resolve strengthened, Steve was able to ignore Prism who began to helplessly scent him, breathing in his scent deeply while he carried her through the forest- clenching his jaw when she started to nip at him; a common way for Omega's to ask for their alpha's attention.

"Stop it." He commanded, needing to stay focused. Prism whined but obeyed, purring slightly when he softly pressed her nose back into his neck. "Scent only."

"Yes, Alpha."

He carried her to the bottom of a cliff side, feeling Bucky moving faster now that he was fueled by jealousy.

Prism refused to let go when he tried to put her down so he laid her down on her back, undoing his pants with one hand.

Omega brain was pleased her alpha accepted her and let go of him long enough to push her pants to her ankles. She ignored the rocks under her and focused on the alpha on top of her.

Her knees fell open wide, presenting to him the best she could in the position he'd put her in.

Steve's chest rumbled as his eyes took her on from head to toe, quickly lining himself up and sinking into her. As her mouth opened, he cursed and covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her moan.

He tapped her hip, "Hands behind, lift for me."

She gave a little chirp and did as he said, putting him at an angle that made his tip kiss her cervix.

He took her hard and fast, each thrust making her gasp at the feeling with the occasional, "Alpha!" into his hand as she squeezed him.

Sweat beaded on his forehead while he supported himself on his one arm, a feat of strength not missed by the quivering omega.

"Gonna fill you so deep you're gonna feel it slosh inside you." He growled, getting closer as she met his eyes with her own silver pools of lust. "Would you like that, omega?"

Steve took his hand off her mouth to grip the sides of her throat, lifting one of her legs for leverage as he rutted into her roughly.

"...need your cum, Alpha!" She panted, cheeks pink.

He shoved himself into her until he hit a wall, moaning as he lifted her off the ground slightly by one leg to really get in there in hopes to sate her for longer. He squeezed her throat tighter as he shot rope after rope deep into her, making her give a choked moan as she milked him for all he had.

She whimpered slightly as the Captain withdrew, he smirked with primal satisfaction in his eyes when he saw nothing was dripping out of her.

He turned away while they both righted themselves again. He helped her to her feet and handed her a meal bar from his backpack, getting one for himself too.

"Not idea for your situation b-" "Nothing about this situation is ideal, Cap." She cut him off with a grin. He chuckled, "You're not wrong."

"But I do want to thank you for...doing this for me. I know we don't..." "We're cats and dogs." He finished quickly. "Cats and dogs that's a good way to put it!"

They shared a laugh for possibly the first time ever, both consciously quieting down before they got too loud.

Covering her scent wouldn't make the Soldat lose them entirely - not by a long shot- but it did slow him down as his easiest and quickest trail marker was taken away.

"You're welcome, by the way." He said once they finished. "What you said the other day really...woke me up." He looked away from her, walking beside her. "The fact that you'd rather die in pain than ask me to help you heal...your Captain or alpha should be the first person you go to if you're injured." He stopped at a huge fallen log and dropped to one knee with his hands in a basket, tossing Prism over the large tree before climbing over himself and dropping down first while she hesitated.

"Fly down. We've gotta go."

She shook her head. "I can't. As long as I'm in heat my magic is useless."

"Biology sure is a bitch." He held his arms out to her.

"Ain't it? Programmed to be a damsel in distress." she gave a small smile before sitting on the top of the tree and sliding into his arms. "That's why I need my blockers as soon as possible. I wanna kick ass, Steve." She whined like a child, pouting.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, a grin playing on his lips.

"And I owe you a punch. Don't think I forgot."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Bon." He patted the top of her head, smirking as she accepted it, though she pouted the entire time.

Adorable.

W-what?

Gotta be from the sex. We're just a little sweet on each other from the sex and hormones. It'll pass. He told himself.

--

They managed to walk for several more hours after that, her body remained sated and thus her scent had dulled.

The sky darkened much like it did on Earth and the Captain found them somewhere to sleep. "He knew even Bucky would have to rest some time, and at the rate he'd been pursuing them he had to be tired by now.

When Steve focused, he became aware of Bucky's slow and relaxed heart rate, telling him he was correct.

He found them another cave for the night, frowning when she asked if they could have a fire. Unfortunately, the light and smoke would give away their position.

Steve leaned against the wall facing the entrance with his shield beside him, using his backpack as a pillow.

"Fine. I'm tired anyway." She grumbled, immediately stomping over and dropping to lay half on him, curled under his arm.

"You might need another top up before bed."

"What makes you say that?"

"You're a cum drunk omega, Priz. You adore me, we're actually getting along...it's not you." He chuckled.

She tch-ed and pinched him, blushing as she felt the muscle of his abdomen.

"Backfire?" he grinned confidently down at her, rubbing up and down her forearm softly despite his teasing.

"Fuck you, Rogers."

"That's my girl." She preened at his words of praise. "And my offer." He caught her eye and winked.

She met his cocky gaze with a glare, "I'm not cramping. I don't need it."

"Give it a minute. I can smell you again."

Sure enough, not long later her body got hot and her core grew slick. She doubled over as her body punished her for allowing her supply to run out, cramping again like a chainsaw to the stomach.

"I told you so."

She growled, stopping as soon as he reached for her. She let him sit her in his lap, knee on either side.

After another shuffle of clothing, Steve grabbed her bare hips and lead her to slowly lower herself on to him. Her face crumpled slightly as she felt her channel widen to take him to the root. He groaned, "S-shit...Priz..." he blushed and threw his head back, breathing hard.

He leaned her forward and scooted down a little, hammering into her from below while firmly grasping her thighs. The V-neck of the top of her super suit showed her plush breasts nearly falling out and into his face as he did this, each thrust making them jiggle.

It didn't take long for him to flip them over so she was on her back. He put her legs on his shoulders this time, lifting her butt off the dirt floor by gripping those broad hips he'd never been more attracted to.

He couldn't believe he'd never suspected anything before, because now that he'd become more aware of the shape of her body she was very much built like an Omega.

Beta girls were usually built more straight on the sides, taller and naturally more toned. They also definitely did not have impractically sized breasts like Omegas- in the back of his mind he assumed she must strap them down on most missions for convenience and for the sake of her beta charade.

Being in heat, she'd decided to forgo that for now- her chest was too sensitive for that much pressure.

Steve grunted above her, watching her greedy body take him again and again, he could vaguely see the sides of his cock glistening with her juices each time he retreated. His fangs elongated again as he got closer, baby blues flicking up to see her cover her own mouth as her moans and whimpers got louder.

"Gonna make you so full, omega. Are you ready for alpha's cum?" his voice was slightly unhinged as he squeezed her legs.

"Need your cum, Alpha." She panted, uncovering her mouth for a moment to say it.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me and take it all. I'm gonna flood your womb with my cum and you're gonna thank me for it, understand?"

"Yes, Alpha!" she chirped, one hand fisted the dirt while the other reclamped over her mouth.

Steve couldn't help the growl that came from his throat as he shoved in as deeply as possible and shuttered, burst after burst pumped into her- body taking it deep inside as it squeezed him like biology demanded.

Prism moaned into her hand as her eyes fluttered and back arched as her body tightened.

"F-fuuuuck..." he groaned as he slowed his thrusts, trying to make sure as much as possible would stay inside- buying them more time before they had to sate her again.

Somewhat sweaty, the alpha pulled out with a small grunt as the head popped out of her tight channel.

"What do you say, Omega?" he asked before her fog could lift.

"Thank you alpha."

He smirked, sense of superiority scratched, and they put themselves away.

"Don't make me thank you for it like that." She wrinkled her nose as she curled up under his arm without a second thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry, how would you like to thank me?" He winked before laughing as she smacked his pec with a playful glare.

"You know what I mean."

"Omega brain likes it, and means it."

"It doesn't count when I'm in heat. It's out of my control."

Steve sighed dramatically, "I guess that's fair." He rested his cheek on the top of her head and they fell asleep for the night.

--

The next few days went much the same. A few close calls when they'd slept late and the Soldat got a too little close for comfort, but they managed to loop back to their crashed ship- arriving the day after her heat ended.

With Prism back to normal, normal for an Omega at least, Bucky also returned to his normal Beta self.

He apologized for his behavior over and over, promising them he'd never speak of this if they didn't.

Prism and Steve lost the brief pseudo-mate bonding they'd developed and returned to the status-quo; with a few modifications.

As they agreed, the bickering continued as normal between the males and the female at her request for things to remain as normal as possible.

--

The night before the rescue party would arrive, Prism was on watch since her magic returned as her heat left. She sat on the cliff top overlooking the camp where her team mates lay sleeping.

With a frown on her lips, she stepped off the cliff and flew down to them silently.

Using her Omega pheromones, she was able to soothe them and keep them soundly asleep as she approached. They lay fairly close to each other, side by side.

Prism knew they slept together occasionally so it was no surprise they looked like they'd been spooning not too long ago.

It played out to her benefit anyway.

She knelt between them by their heads and hovered her hands over them, silver and pastel purple magic cast an ethereal glow across her features, hair shimmering.

Under the shadows of night, Prism re-wrote their memories the mission. Every trace of their knowledge of her secret was gone and filled with mundane ones. She even synced all of their memories that included the other so they'd remember things the same.

As far as Steve and Bucky were concerned, this crash landing was uneventful and not particularly memorable.

Her secret was safe.

[reserved-system]

WOAH!! HEY GUYS I JUST READ YALLS JON IN HERMITCRAFT FIC AND LIKE !!!!!! WOAHEOAHWOAH!!!! VERY COOL!!!!

i havent even listened to magnus archives yet [its literally the next podcast im planning to listen to dw] but i am obsessed with this fic. its actually so cute despite the poor guy being in distress most of the time.

i will now theorise and talk about ur fic in ur ask box if thats ok sjdbhdhdhhedjbdjdb

🤔🤔 i wonder why jon was put for a day instead of respawning immidiately? maybe the server was struggling to connect him for the first time or somethin? or xisuma was tryin to block him or somethin? idk, itd be funny if it was The Universe forcing him to get some sleep for once. actually yea i hope thats it.

itll be very funny [or angsty depending on how yall spin it] to see jon realise that death is a consequence-less action in this world, either he watches someone die or dies himself. bros in shock like,,,, my brother in christ i just witness a death 😱😨😱☹️😟😱, but then the person rematerialises in a nearby bed like,,, a second later like,,,, oopsie daisies 😅😅 just got pranked and exploded along side my house 😝😝 mustve been that pesky bird 🤭🤭🤭 I'll be back, just have to collect my stuff 😮‍💨😮‍💨 and jons sitting there like (,,#ﾟДﾟ)

BAHAHAHA if jon was shocked at the ears and tail on ren then i cannot wait to see his reaction to doc adfsfjakggkagkkgaakgagakg

*clapping!!* Cub!! my favourite basement dweller!!

Omg i didnt even Think of how people casually talking about mining for supplies would sound!! very thoughtful on yalls part :D

Woooo!!! map mechanics!!!!

also!!! cub saying that jon would make it to Tangos by sun set IF he doesnt get lost feels like,,,,, foreshadowing,,,, where jon gets lost and has to deal with zombies and skeletons and spiders™️ 👀👀👀 bro will not survive the night sjdbjdbdhdhd

lmao no pressure to answer this but just know that i very much enjoyed the reading !!

WAAAHHHH JBSDJGBJDG Hi! I'm sorry, we were not expecting to wake up to anything this morning. We are extremely flattered!! We're going to try to talk/answer any of your questions or theories without spoiling anything we have planned but firstly! You should definitely listen to The Magnus Archives it's such a good podcast. You don't have to worry about our fic containing spoilers for any of the events in the podcast (to my knowledge, at least. Anyone is free to correct me).

____ 1) Our main reason for having him wait a day before respawning was so THIS MAN COULD SLEEP. This man hasn't had a proper 8 hours of sleep in weeks at this point and needed the rest. The Universe spoke and said he needs to sleep.

2) We're actually going to start to explore people dying in the next chapter and we are VERY very exciting to start on that. What I think will be funny even going forward is seeing how terrified Jon is of seeing people die verse how laid back the hermits are about it. Cause realistically this is what, their ninth season so I'd say they're pretty desensitized to it.

3) I think about his reaction to Doc a lot cuz here comes this shirtless creeper goat cyborg with crocs. IT'S JUST TOO PERFECT. We haven't pin pointed when we're going to introduce the two but when we do it's going to be so much fun to write.

4) Cub <3 <3 <3 So far Cub has been our favorite hermit to write cuz he's just so chill. He could say the most out there sentence and you'll be looking at him and he's just got a blank expression. You'll look at him like did you not just hear what came out of your mouth and he'll look like he's said nothing wrong. Love his guy

5) It's just a few things we think about the difference between hermits and non hermits. For hermits mining for resources is an (at least) a once a week things. Non hermits haven't needed to mine for resources by hand since what, since heavy machinery was introduced on the scene. So it's not something they think about unless their job is to mine for those resources / work those heavy machines.

6) I wouldn't say it's foreshadowing but mainly a light jab at Jon cuz maybe he looks like the kind of guy who you'd give him simply directions and he still gets lost.

(We are those people. Driving downtown is confusing even with a gps)

But yes, maybe Jon does have an encounter with some mobs later on. Who's to say? Hehe.

Anyways, I'm super glad that you've been enjoying our fic so far! Super exciting to get back to writing it more often now that we have a lot more free time.

Hope you have a good rest of your day/evening <3

-Xavier

[secretcessy]

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I haven't finished binge reading ur fics bae 😭😭 I have sooo much to catch on but lowk can't wait to read them all GGRRAAHH everyone say thank you ninguitar for feeding ur children what a very responsible good parent u are not like me whos been traumatizing my children w hunger lmfao IM SRY KIDS BUT!! don't push urself too much w posting you need lots of rest and you totes deserve it bb 😚💖💖

WE TWINNING bc im also abt to apply for one more job bc I need me some more cash and money I hope I don't get passed out or something yall pray for me my workplace rn be stressing me out sm especially when my boss just changed and a lot of things changed liikkkeee gimme my old boss back ( I liked her very much she was like a 2nd mom to me liikkkeee waaahhhhhh ✋😭😭) I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU NING TRUST love you tew sm to ever forget an iconic sweet soul like you 💋💋💋

no bc literally where'd fall go????? it was HOT a while ago and now it's suddenly cold like where'd my fav season autumn go😭😭😭 girl the mosquitos here are soldiers they be still hanging around when its alr freezing season for them they be built different I fear 😟😟 like tf why you buzzin by my ear LEAVE ME ALONE 💔

im SO gonna tell you abt my weird ass dreams ning like they be diff level weirdness and I cant seem to stop seeing those types of dreams lately I've been waking up w fast pulses its crazy like tell me what I I did to watch those kinds of dreams man 😞😞

im currently locked in w restaurant tycoon again twas a total bitch at first bc yknow how I have to do EVERYTHING and it was a menace but now that I've got my workers I'm free from being a slave to my own restaurant <333 I might or might not be overworking my workers but oh well :P

I USED TO HAVE A SONNY ANGEL PHONE HIPPER jhgfdsasdfghjk like its an animal series and I got the lion one and its so so super duper cute you can see the cute litol wings and cute litol butt from the back and I LOVED it smmmm AND YOU BOUGHT A SMISKI ONE?????? OOOOUUUU I WISH 😭😭 I love love loovvee smiskis too they're so cute they have lots of variety and series to collect and oh god I dunno what I want my hands to get onto like I WANT THEM ALL <33333

IN SOPHIA LAFORTEZA WE TRUST god that womans got me on chokehold cant take my eyes off her when shes on screen like bae what did you do to me 😞💖💖 DONT PUSH URSELF buuuttt I cant wait for your banger fics bebi ur works are what makes this shitty world a better place never forget that ning 😚💗

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some post-inversion david x angel bc i like hurting and making yall hurt with me

tw/cw: post inversion, mental breakdown, ptsd, anxiety, night terrors- it’s a wild and long ride for this one.

INVERSION AND POST-INVERSION SPOILERS

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angels been david’s pillar after the inversion. and honestly? i felt that. anyways, since david’s got a small security job, angel has the house to themselves for the day. it’s quiet. they’ve taken a nap, done laundry, cleaned, even made some food. they get a phone call from their best friend. it’s all fine and dandy. they know david’s been involved in an attack (or the inversion if they’re an empowered person) and that it’s been a rough time to say the least. they both go silent for a moment before they ask “angel, how are you actually doing?” and the floodgates open. angel confesses through these heaving sobs that they don’t sleep at night because david wakes up. sometimes he’s screaming, sometimes he’s half-shifted. sometimes he’s thrashing and growling. then the crying hits for hours and the suns up by then so there’s no point in going back to sleep because angel has work in an hour. they take a nap on their “lunch” that’s really maybe 15 minutes long so they’ve got 5 minutes to shovel in something so they don’t pass out. if they’re lucky they sleep in the car for 30 minutes once a week. their phone is always on the charge because they’re so scared they’ll get that call again that somethings happened and won’t know if he’s okay or god forbid even alive. the only times they really fully shower now are when he does because he doesn’t feel safe being alone and he’s usually needing to be under warm water. the therapist said it’s a good way of feeling safe so that’s what they do. angel doesn’t remember the last time their muscles fully relaxed or their head wasn’t hurting or part of their shirt wasn’t wet from tears. through all of this, they never once blame david. but they’re so tired and angels curled into themselves, shoulders shaking and eyes watering.

it’s so hard to be someone’s support when you yourself feel like you’re crumbling but what good is it to complain when you weren’t in the ward? you weren’t in there so your needs don’t matter? the front door opened about 10 minutes ago and while every fiber of david’s being is screaming at him to go comfort his mate, he stays, partially hidden by the wall that separates the front door and hallway from the kitchen. it’s a rare moment to hear angel genuinely express what’s been on their mind about all of this. he’s told them time and time again that his trauma doesnt mean they weren’t affected. now angels apologizing to the other person on the line but it’s just so damn hard because “i don’t remember the last time i got a full nights sleep or actually let myself cry and i don’t remember to take my fucking meds anymore because i have to make sure he does because i’m so scared that i’m gonna lose him to the aftermath.” it’s silent in the house and angels wiping their tears and apologizing again and shakily laughs at something the other person said. i’ll be alright, they reassure them. i love you and i’ll talk to you soon okay?

he takes that as his cue to start walking but all he can think of is how hurt they are. he takes a glance at their wide and bloodshot eyes and finally notices how dark the rings are and when did they lose that much weight and they’ve put the mask back on, asking him about his day and how the job went. he holds them so tight and apologies fall so fast out of his mouth and now they’re crying again and he’s fighting back tears but the therapist said that holding in emotions is bad so now they’re both crying on the kitchen floor. he’s hurting and they’re hurting and he’s hurting because they’re hurting for him. they know angel’s prone to anxiety but when you’re fighting for your life in your mind, you get tunnel vision. he notes that they never once blamed him. no accusatory fingers, no clipped tones of vehemence, no sagging shoulders when he asks them to come back to bed for a minute, no dry attitude if he comes home from the office early in tears. no stiff shoulders when he’s hugging them. none of that. always warm, soft, and caring. healing.

the kitchen tile is cold through his jeans and angel’s gripping his shirt the way he did the first month after. how animalistic emotions make a person. he’s sorry and they’re sorry and while wounds don’t heal proportionally to time, they heal eventually. they always do