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The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 16

Source for pic

The Great Pretender 16

Word Count: 4260

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU; Mention of ex mentally abusive relationship;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: The angst arrives in full force! How about that!? Come on, you had to be expecting that! Also, I'm thinking about two chapters left (well, one and the epilogue), so we're almost at the end! PS: This song fits the chapter like a glove! *chef's kiss*

|Masterlist| | |Chapter 15| | |Chapter 17|

The night is almost over. Just a few more dances before the guests send the newlyweds off to their honeymoon, and then you and Law can escape back into the safety of your room. Just one hour, tops. What could go wrong in an hour?

Even more so now that you’ve finally confessed the three words that have been bothering you for a while. And they were reciprocated.

You’re adamant about not letting go of Law’s hand for the rest of the night. A feeling of dread still coils in the pit of your stomach, and you don’t know exactly why, but you’re not about to let fate play a prank on you.

Except, fate’s got nothing on Donquixote Doflamingo. 

“Nephew, I need you. It’s urgent.” Law groans, his hand tightening around yours, since this is clearly Doffy's last opportunity to feed some lie to Law and try to break you two apart. You’re honestly tired of it all. 

“Tomorrow, Uncle. I’m tired.”

“Now.” Doflamingo’s tone leaves no room for discussion, and Law clenches his jaw. Underneath it all, Law still respects his uncle. You’re not quite sure why he still respects the man, he’s despicable, but you suspect it’s because he instilled in Law a deep-seated sense of family ties and loyalty. And Law won’t break free of his morals. 

“Go. I have to freshen up anyway.” You whisper with a smile. You’ve confessed. He knows how you feel. Nothing will come between the two of you. 

Law smiles at you, and with a last squeeze of your hand, he lets you go. 

-*-

You purposefully take a while longer in the bathroom, fixing your makeup, your hair, and your dress. Unnecessary moves, really, since you’re about to leave to go to bed soon, and you’re actually craving that massage Law mentioned earlier. 

That and… well, you’re craving Law. Period.

You exit the bathroom with a silly smile still plastered on your lips and almost bump into a chest. “Oh, forgive me, I–... Ichiji.” 

Obviously.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He begins.

“Cut the crap.” You don’t even let him say anything else, already pushing past him to return to the reception tent, but he halts you, a hand on your upper arm, and you seethe. “What did I tell you about touching me?”

He lets go of you immediately, taking a step back and sighing while passing a hand over his coiffed hair. “Right, sorry.”

Sorry? 

You look behind you and around, trying to notice if something feels out of place. You might have entered a portal to some sort of alternate universe when you were in the bathroom because there’s no way in hell Ichiji would ever apologise to you.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, Doll. For… well…” He sighs again, steps forward, and then back again. “For cheating, for treating you like crap, for taking you for granted… I… well, I know now it’s too late, but seeing you happy with someone else made me realise what I lost and how I was the only one to blame.”

No, seriously, there has to have been a portal back there. Something, anything. This is not happening. 

Your heart constricts in your chest. You lost count of how many times you dreamed about Ichiji asking for your forgiveness, to truly repent for what he put you through. But it happening here, in a place you'd never thought you'd meet him, and completely out of the blue? 

What's his game? 

“I don't think you need my forgiveness to move on. I know I don't need your apologies.” A heavy sigh parts your lips. “Not when you're delivering them far too late.”

You make another motion to pass through him, but he moves in front of you and whispers your name in a desperate plea. “I do need your forgiveness. I need closure.” 

What? You cock your eyebrow, your lips twisting down in a frown. “After all you've put me through for–...” You wave your hands in the air. “I’m not even going to count the years we spent together. Just today is enough! After all the theatrics and the taunting, you expect me to believe you just want closure?”

The way he slumps his shoulders and downcasts his eyes reminds you of the first times you argued, back in the beginning of the relationship, when you actually believed his apologies, and your heart constricts some more at all the memories. 

“Yes, Doll. Just closure. I'm about to leave the party, and I know we won't meet again, unless it's by chance, and I don't want us to part on bad terms.” He takes a tentative step your way. “Just say you'll forgive me, please.”

You want him out of your sight, out of your mind, and completely out of your heart. You know you don't love him anymore, but you still hold memories and feelings of nostalgia, and when he's looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, you can't help but soften up a little bit. He does seem sorry. 

“Fine, Ichiji, fine. We can part ways on lighter terms. I don't completely forgive you for what you took from me or for how you made me feel, but I won't resent you for it anymore.”

He actually smiles at you. Not that conceited, smug smirk, but a genuine smile. 

“That's all I ask for, Doll.”

“Good. Goodbye.”

“Wait, please.” Is that pain in his voice? Is he really sorry and repentant for everything? You don’t say anything, but you don’t move either, just waiting for what he wants to say. “Can I get one last hug?”

The face you make must have been something special to look at because he grimaces and chuckles softly, his hand passing through his hair again. 

“A harmless hug? Please? It’s just for–...”

“Closure, right?” Should you? He’s actually sounding human for once in all the time you’ve known him, and he does seem sorry. It’s just a hug goodbye. What harm can it bring? “Fine. Make it quick.”

With a sigh, you let him bend down to envelop you in his arms, but then you actually smile. You don’t feel anything. No rage, no pain, no hurt, no longing… it’s just a void. You know there used to be something there, but now you’re free.

It’s a wonderful feeling, actually. 

Until Ichiji’s hands cup your face, and he tilts your head to the side, doing the same to his and leaning in further, his lips inches away from yours. His taller frame engulfs you, and the lights are very dim near the bathroom. It almost looks as if you’re sharing a kiss. 

“Wha–...”

“I still win, Doll.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine as he shows you the same smug smile he always did, his canines almost glistening with glee. You’re frozen in place. What does he mean? 

And then he parts, leaving you open-mouthed, chest heaving, and cheeks flushed from trying to grasp what is going on. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to adjust to two figures looming at the entrance of the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. 

Doflamingo and… oh, no.

“Law?”

Doffy is bent down, one arm around Law’s shoulders, his lips moving fast as he mouths words into Law’s ears. You can almost bet he’s spewing lies and deceptions about you, twisting everything to make Law doubt you. You know he has trouble trusting people, it would be so easy to make him doubt.

But what breaks you is Law’s expression. His usually stoic face bears the signs of hurt, and he’s clenching his fists by his sides, jaw ticking, trying to contain his emotions and failing at it. 

“Law!” You try again, taking a step forward and see Doffy still speaking into Law’s ear. Lies, all lies, for sure. Law’s gaze falls on Ichiji and then back at you, and you realise that this was orchestrated. It has to have been orchestrated. 

Ichiji holding you as if he were kissing you, Doffy bringing Law by the bathroom? It was their ultimate move.

“It’s not what you think, Law.” You take another step forward, and you can almost hear the shards of Law’s flimsy trust being broken and shattered into pieces. 

He shakes his head and takes a step back, hand flying over his head to tousle his hair. “I… I need some air.” Turning on his heel, he leaves you in a hurry, and you stifle a sob. 

No, no, no.

You need to reach him, to speak with him and let him know what happened. That nothing actually happened! He can’t possibly think you would betray him like this. Turning your wobbly steps into strides, you try to follow Law’s retreating figure into the crowd, despair tugging at your insides, tears already threatening to fall.

And then you’re stopped by a strong hand on your arm. “Where do you think you’re going, princesa?” 

An actual growl leaves your lips. “Let go, Doflamingo. I need to speak with Law.” Your tug does nothing to loosen his grip, and you seethe. 

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He tuts, his fiery eyes boring deep into yours. “You won’t speak to my nephew. Not now, nor ever again. You’ll leave him alone to live his life and disappear.”

Shaking your head, you try again, but his grip is too strong. “He needs to listen to me! He’s going to be heartbroken. It’s not what he thinks.”

“He’ll be fine. He has a family that loves him.” Doffy’s words sound melodic, but the melody is one of doom, not hope. 

“Only Cora loves him, clearly.” Your scoff comes accompanied by stubborn tears you’re trying to keep enclosed. “All I’ve ever wanted from Law was love, all I have to give to him is love. Why do you want to take that away? Do you hate him that much?”

Doflamingo straightens his shoulders, and now he seems impossibly high. “On the contrary, cariño. I love him dearly. And it’s because I love him that I need him to learn this lesson. I thought he had already learned it the hard way, but he didn’t. Romantic love only brings weakness. It doesn’t do him any kindness, and he needs to let that go. He needs to be strong and in control, not a fool in love.”

Finally, your harsh tug makes him release you, but his imposing figure is still blocking the way. You stamp your feet, much like a small child, and grit your teeth, anger making your eyes blaze red. “You think that makes him stronger? Is that why you push the people that love him away?”

He shakes his head, those annoying tuts leaving his lips as he gives you a condescending look. “Not at all. Only those that do not.”

“Then you are a damned fool.” He growls at your disrespect, and you couldn’t care less. He lost any small ounce of respect you might’ve still held for him when he pulled this stunt. “Because if you hadn’t interfered, I would still be by Law’s side, and I love him!”

Doffy’s laugh comes in small waves, his eyes shining with amusement as he sizes you up with his fiery gaze. “An admirable sentiment, mi querida, though I doubt it to be true.” You open your mouth, ready to be disrespectful again, but he reaches into his pocket and pulls out an all-too-familiar device: your tablet. 

With a flick of his finger, he opens it to the spreadsheet you now know by heart: all of Law’s likes and dislikes, every useful thing for your fake relationship, every piece of information you and Law gathered to make sure you were prepared for this event. 

You can’t help the stutter that leaves your lips, nor the red flushing your cheeks. “Law… he.. Law knew about that.” Why does your voice sound so small? Is it because you were caught?

“I’m sure.” His demeanour contradicts his words. And then he hands you the tablet, a frown finally overtaking his mocking smile, and you almost shrink at how his aura suddenly feels very threatening. “You’re done here. You will never speak to my nephew again.”

Tears sting your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. Doflamingo can’t win this, not after what you and Law went through. Not after realising he’s the love of your life. 

“You can’t do that.” Your voice comes out as a mere trembling whisper. “You can’t pull strings and control Law’s life as if he’s a puppet and you’re his puppeteer! He has a say in his own life!” You try to take a step forward, but he doesn’t budge. “I’ll tell him what happened, and he’ll realise I never meant to hurt him. Just let me through!”

“You’re done.”

“Law has a right to make his own choices. You don’t own him!” The pesky tears start to stain your cheeks, you feel impotent and useless. 

“Not choices that will end up destroying him.”

“The ones you are making for him might do just that.” Your voice finally breaks, and a ragged sob leaves your lips with the weight and the helplessness of it all. “He is not your pawn! You can’t manipulate him like this! Please… please! Let me speak to him! You’ll truly destroy him with this…”

Law placed his trust in you. After what he’s been through with Monet, you know it must not have been easy to let himself love and be loved. And Doflamingo manipulated you both to an extent that will come with dire consequences. Law will be broken, and so will you.

“I will face whatever consequences come from my actions with Law. He might be hurt for a while, but he will emerge stronger. He has done it once.”

“But at what cost?” You whisper, too drained to fight back. With a shaky inhale, you straighten your shoulders as your hands grip the tablet for some sort of grounding. “I’ll speak to him later, then. You can’t keep us apart. You will not ruin what we have.”

Pushing past him, you take one full step before Doflamingo’s words freeze you in place. 

“I would rethink that if I were you, querida.” Something in his voice halts your breathing as you look over your shoulder and find him grinning. “Your father is still recovering from surgery, right? Some businesses collapse pretty quickly when something like this happens… no one would look twice.”

What?

“Is that a threat?” Doffy certainly has the power to ruin your father’s horse business. 

Waving his hands in the air in a dismissive manner, his smirk returns to his lips, more menacing this time. “Oh no, no. I don’t make threats… they’re too amateurish.” His laugh fills your ears, and the same shiver as before courses through your veins. “It’s more of a prediction.”

Gathering strength and bravado you do not have, you square your shoulders and lift your chin. “My father is strong, and he has my help. We’ll manage.” Turning your face forward, you will your feet to move again.

“How brave. So what about Law’s clinic?” Your breath stops so suddenly that you almost think you have a collapsed lung. He can’t be serious. “I won’t be cryptic, cariño, here’s the deal: if you speak to Law again, I’ll make sure his clinic tanks. And you know how much he loves that little place, with his friends and helping people.” He tsks and waves his hand dismissively. “I would much rather he dedicated himself to the company, so perhaps you would be doing me a favour. Law, on the other hand? Now that would devastate him.”

“Please, don’t…” You don’t know what else to do. Doflamingo is too powerful, too influential. He will destroy Law either way and claim to be helping him while doing it. You feel trapped, what can you do? “Please don’t do that to him.”

“I don’t want to. I do love him. But that depends on you.” Doflamingo sets one hand on your shoulder to turn you back to face him. “There’s a car waiting for you outside with all your belongings. You will leave the party immediately with Ichiji, as it will help sell the ruse.” 

Your legs start to wobble as breath begins to catch in your throat again. Powerless. Completely stripped of any will. That’s how you’re feeling. 

“You will not speak with Law today, nor ever. Not even when you both go back to your boring little lives. He’ll think you abandoned him, which suits me, really. No one needs a gold digger.”

“I’m not–...”

“I don’t care!” Doflamingo leans in, and his breath fans your face. He’s as angry as you’ve ever seen anyone, and you can almost see the veins pulsating dangerously in his neck. “You’re a distraction and a liability. Law doesn’t need any of that.”

“Everybody needs love…” Is this your last hail Mary? Because it’s not a very strong one.

“Not the Donquixote family.” He steps back and motions Ichiji forward. “Leave. Don’t speak to Law. It’s simple, I’m sure you can follow that, princesa.” He chuckles again while fixing his tie and suit. “Or else…” 

The words he leaves unsaid are a weight on your soul. You can’t think, you can’t breathe, you can barely exist. All you know is that Law is somewhere, hurting, thinking you betrayed his trust.

And the fact that you will leave without any explanation will only cement that feeling. 

You thought you’d been heartbroken before - exhibit A is currently walking by your side, leading you away from the party with a hand on your back that you’re too tired to swat away - but you’ve never been hurt like this.

This pain is visceral. It burns, it blisters, it festers, and it destroys. 

You’re not actually sure you’ll ever recover from this. 

-*-

Law was taken away from you by Doflamingo yet again, and as his uncle drones on about business and about the imminent merger, all Law can think about is you in his arms and the peace you bring him.

“Are you listening to me, Law?”

“No, Uncle, I’m not. It’s late, and I’m tired.” He yawns for effect and shrugs. “I’m going to bed.” But before he can retreat, Doflamingo sighs and slings his hand over Law’s shoulder.

“Fine, Law. But first, I’ve made some assumptions during this weekend, and I need you to tell me if I’m right or wrong.” Law sighs and nods. Agreeing with Doffy is the fastest way to get rid of him. He starts leading Law back into the party, and Law follows without giving it much thought. 

“I know you and the little princesa were not a couple before this weekend. I’m actually doubting that you are a couple at this moment… and my assumption is: you told her you didn’t want to come to my daughter’s wedding without a date because I tend to introduce you to a lot of respectable young ladies you don’t relate to. So, to avoid that, she offered to come as your date. Am I right?”

Law already knew Doffy had discovered that bit of your ruse, so he doesn’t act surprised, he acts resigned. 

“Almost. I was the one who asked her.” Law grins. “The ladies you introduce me to are not respectable. Half of the ones I met proposed to do very salacious things to me in very public places.”

Doffy grins back at him, and Law sighs while shaking his head. 

“You got that half-right, Doffy. Are you happy?”

“Not in the least. You see, Law, what I think is that the young lady realised the family you belonged to and decided to take advantage of that fact by seducing you. Is that a correct assumption?”

“Frankly, Uncle, I’m growing tired of that subject. We have already proved to you that we care about each other deeply. And even if we didn’t, we don’t have to prove anything to you anymore. This is my choice, and you will not interfere in it.”

Doffy tilts his head and nods, a mysterious smile playing on his lips as he leads Law to the bathroom. 

“Fair enough. But… Nephew… do you truly believe she cares that much about you? Do you think she loves you?” A small chuckle escapes his lips. “I thought you were done with being naive…”

Law grits his teeth while his heart clenches in his chest. Doflamingo’s words always have a way of penetrating his skull and making him doubt everything. “She loves me. I know that.” He didn’t mean to sound so defensive, but then again, Doffy had no reason to attack him. 

“I hope, for your sake, that you are right.” Doffy brings one hand to his chest and bows his head slightly. “I would hate to see you blindsided. Again.” His emphasis on the word ‘again’ brings hurtful memories of Monet back to Law’s mind, and he grunts. 

“We’re fine, Doffy. Thank you for your concern.” Law is about to turn and leave, but Doffy holds him by the shoulder and directs his gaze towards the dimly lit hallway of the bathroom. 

“Oh… would you look at that, then…”

Law instantly freezes, his brain showing him tricks. It has to be tricks. There’s no way that’s you wrapped in Ichiji’s arms. Law can only see the back of Ichiji’s hulking frame, but that’s your dress he sees peeking from the side, those are your hands holding his waist.

And now he’s cupping your cheeks, leaning… no.

A kiss?

Law shakes his head, denial, frustration, and… betrayal. That’s the word echoing in his head incessantly. Where once were your ‘I love you’s’ now stood that shadow of a word. Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal…

“You see, Law,” Doffy leans against Law’s ear, his venomous tongue spewing hurtful words. Words that ring true, too close to Law’s heart. Too at home with his pain. “She’s no different from Monet, really… they both traded you, broke your trust.”

Law’s throat is dry, and he feels little sweat beads trickling down his sideburns. The nails digging into the flesh of his hand cut little crescent indents, trying to ground him, trying to pull him back from the pitfall of despair he’s about to be sucked into. 

“Love hurts, Nephew. Love tears and destroys. You can only trust your family or you should trust only yourself.”

Doffy keeps talking, but Ichiji breaks from you, and there’s a mix of confusion and distress on your face as your eyes meet Law’s. And then there’s panic as you whisper his name.

This can’t be happening. You wouldn’t do this to him. Not you.

“Law!” 

Your plea is clear, but he can’t think straight. It’s too much, it’s too painful. 

“Don't believe her lies, Law. You know what you saw.” Doffy murmurs. 

“I… I need some air.” Law’s voice comes out as a mere whisper as he turns and disappears. The air suddenly feels rare, his chest too tight. 

There’s not enough room in the world to harbour the size of this betrayal. It’s too much. 

-*-

The coolness of the outside air does nothing to soothe him. It still feels stifling, and the control is slipping away from his fingers. Running his hand through his hair in a desperate gesture only brings him more heartache. 

Why?

Law keeps thinking about your pain and grief when you spoke about Ichiji. How could you return to the man who hurt you so? 

Maybe you didn’t.

No. Law knows what he saw. You were in Ichiji’s arms.

But he didn’t see a kiss.

There was no mistaking it. He held your face and–... and what? Could he have forced you? Were you held against your will? Law tries hard to unscramble his jumbled memories, but the pain in his chest is so heavy that he barely knows where to start.

He didn’t see a kiss. Of that, he’s certain. Could he be overthinking it? What if it was nothing, or if he forced you? And instead of helping you or hearing your words, Law panicked? Hadn’t he promised you not to listen to Doffy’s words? 

Yet that was exactly what he did. 

Fuck.

Did he get this all wrong? Law sighs and inhales deeply three times, trying to calm his ragged breaths and his uneven heart. He knows you. You wouldn’t do that to him, let alone with a man who hurt you so deeply.

There has to be an explanation for what happened, and he’s ready to listen to it.

Turning around, Law returns to the party, hoping you’re still somewhere near so he can speak with you and listen to what you have to say, to what really happened, to the truth.

He’s expecting to find you frantically looking for him, and his heart is already constricting from the anxiety you must be feeling. He should’ve just stayed a while longer. You would have explained, and neither he nor you would have had to panic. 

But what he wasn’t expecting was to see you leaving the party. He wasn’t expecting to see Ichiji’s hand resting against your lower back, silently guiding you through the remaining guests. He wasn’t expecting to see you walking out with him.

Willingly. 

So it was the truth.

Law’s heart breaks completely, the full extent of your betrayal settling in, expanding, and commandeering all of his love for you. Doflamingo was right. It pains him to admit this, but he was.

You’re a liar, and Law was foolish enough to trust you.

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|Chapter 17|

[thewinter-eden]

psycho | han jisung

Pairings: Han x OC, Minho x OC

Summary: Anna finds herself trapped in the captivity of a psychopath with numerous other prisoners. The other girls who have been there for a while have been starved and abused, and Anna is obviously headed for the same fate.

Han Jisung, one of the prisoners, a sweet and handsome boy, serves as caretaker for the girls after sessions of abuse. As he and Anna grow closer, struggling to find their way home, the truth about her captor and his plans unfold in the worst ways possible.

cross posted on AO3 under the_winter_eden and Wattpad under alone-at-last.

Genre: horror, thriller

Rating: mature, explicit

Status: ALL CHAPTERS POSTED (20 chapters)

Content warnings: explicit descriptions of violence/torture, mentions of sa, mentions of rape, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, lots of sadness, death, murder, mentions of suicide, starvation, fear, insecurities, hopelessness.

PLEASE READ INFO BELOW

Chapters

1 : hannie 2 : blood soaked cloth 3 : virtues and vices 4 : missing persons 5 : the first one 6 : the knife 7 : the new girl 8 : stay with me 9 : punished 10 : moments in the dark 11 : the pink door 12 : he already knew 13 : the society 14 : I already did 15 : i've got you 16 : here's looking at you 17 : master of levity 18 : never again 19 : all over soon 20 : nothing you can do

THE END

note :

I suck at summaries - they're my kryptonite.

characters :

disclaimer : age manipulation and ambiguity for sake of story.

[the man I'm a little bit afraid of] Bang Chan

??yo, captain of police

[the man I would work out with but never spot on bench press] Seo Changbin

??yo, police lieutenant

[this freaking muse of a man] Hwang Hyunjin

??yo, shop owner

[the other man I'm slightly afraid of] Kim Seungmin

22yo, police officer

[the guy who tricked me into SKZ cult] Lee Felix

??yo, shop owner

[this mini mafioso of a man] Yang Jeongin

??yo, prisoner of Cain (Han's little brother)

[the man who literally haunts my dreams] Han Jisung

22yo, prisoner of Cain

[the man who hurts my feelings regularly] Lee Minho

24yo, police officer

[fill in your own mental image, guys, idk] Anna Park

18yo, prisoner of Cain

[fill in a second mental image ig] Cass Young

20yo, prisoner of Cain

a/n :

don't come for me. I know this is dark but I had to motivate myself to write this story as a backstory for one of my other projects, so I had to transpose SKZ over it or I would never get it done. In ten years, if any of you see this plot in a sucky indie book on a random Goodwill bookshelf, no you didn't.

a/n 2 :

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Or something like that.

so...I don't actually know SKZ? [If I personally knew Han and Lee Know well enough to accurately represent them in a story like this I would—] so, yeah, anyways those guys are real people who do great things in the entertainment industry and the characters named after them in this story are fake people. Hope that clears things up.

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quick TL for Swummer Module bc it was great (and a bit of Chummer's module)

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20:23 Swire: It's been so long since we had a meal together so we better get one today! Lmk what you want to eat asap after work!

20:41 Swire: so what are we having tonight?

21:19 Swire: what are we having tonightttt??????? Swire: LIN YUXIA I SAW YOUR READ NOTIF!! answer! Rat: I just finished work. Didn't you just release your Director Swire Lungmen Food Guide with the nonstop noisy af TV ads. why are you asking me to decide Guma: Done with my emergency mission. I'm fine w anything as long as there's meat. So hungry I could eat an entire burdenbeast head Rat: What about the snack street? 'the shopping district is right next door, a convergence of unique goods from all over Terra. Only in Lungmen can you shop the whole land!' Writing's not bad Swire: Duh its my work so ofc the copywriting has to be good too Guma: nah sounds like there won't be a lot of meat Swire: Remember the volcanic mud cleanser I got for you @ Rat and the surfboard @ Guma you can buy them there too Swire: Bison and i adjusted the prices until they're just slightly pricier than what you'd pay in siesta. Does that work? Guma: Don't feel like eating surfboard Rat: Then international trade park? The guide's no.2 Swire: Sure we're drawing some investors over there atm so there's plenty of foreign food there they're p good Guma: I want meat also ill take more than 30min to get there from here ill die from hunger Swire: Pity. It's pretty popular with the youths yk, recommended date spot Rat: Agh! Rat: Final option. The cai zhe min stall behind the LGD office. That or you guys can starve Guma: no objections Swire: no objections

21:30 Swire: wait LYX why do you have my guide i thought you didn't like that sort of noise Rat: Just happened to pick it up, problem?

21:33 Rat: Why is the czm stall not in your guide? Swire: I wanted to but the boss wouldn't let me sth about its too bougie for him hes just a regular noodle stall Swire: True tho. Certified Lungmen™️ moment

21:38 Guma: I already ordered come ASAP

23:35 Guma: Why hasn't chen read any of our messages? Swire: Bc she has to connect to an intercity net first. Who knows she might just be on the top of a haystack in some valley waving her terminal around for signal right now

--new messages-- PGL: ...... PGL: you mean a pile of rubble PGL: I'm back in lungmen, i want to eat czm too

thoughts/notes:

As I mentioned in the other ask Swire set nicknames for the other 3 Hoshi: 🐻🐻 Chen: Puk Gaai Lung Lin: Stinky Rat (wanted to use CLS (cau lau syu) but i kept misreading it as cho shan land so lmaoo

Hoshi 'i don't feel like having surfboard for dinner' guma

Lin really likes her cart noodles huh (nodding)

Hoshi and Lin both finished their urgent work at the same time 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

this is so good for character study idk like the way lin is like indirectly 'me too?' and never commits but doesn't exactly ghost 24/7 either also her being like -_-💢this or you starve idc HOSHIGUMA.....hungryguma so cute she dgaf Swire. 'the youths love coming here for dates' spoken like a real 25+yo AND CHEN... when youre that one guy in the gc whos overseas or in a diff timezone .......i doubt the timeline doesn't add up so nicely but i had a funny mental image of the 3 eating their noodles and then suddenly chen in her victorian outfit shows up behind them all covered in blood and dust from ch14

Right uh Chummer module:

shes in dossoles, some boy is asking her for help because his dad pulled his mom into some smuggling trade (and he used to be part of it too) chen is like dw i'll punish him and his gang if they deserve it and the boy asked if prison will reform his dad (chen: ...why do you ask) saying his dad used to be Normal but then became money hungry after they came to dossoles and promised him he would take them on a cruise to spot rainbows or something?? chen is like theres water everywhere here shouldnt you have seen enough rainbows. hes like it doesnt count it has to be on a ship and all... she thinks its valid as she remembers how much she wanted wei's approval back then and asks if he still thinks the same and hes like yeah but i cant do it alone... chen is silent for a moment and then helps the boy out, leaving a note before they split ways 'then you'll have to figure out a way to make him hear you out, to tell him you want him to be a better person. at least, he needs to understand your point of view' then it switches to 3rd person narrative lol it rained that day, and chen(女侠 ..!!) subdues a criminal gang, rescuing a woman. the surprising part is that the leader wanted to fight to the end before a child suddenly appeared before him. at some point the rain stops and a rainbow appears, making the gangleader hesitant and eventually drops his weapon after (his son) says something to him. witnesses remark on how chen did not seem happy by this outcome, only pensively staring towards the east

honestly my first reaction was 'omg chen nuxia interrobang' and then 'wuh..??' bc it was so vague compared to what was essentially chatfic or w/e the term is lmao not much on the brain atm except:

hen module: looks toward lungmen swire module: im back

the kinoooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[anki-of-beleriand]

Bad Liar ch. 10

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers

Warnings: Slow burn - slightly Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - idiots in love - homophobia - more tags as the story progress.

Author's note: There are some revelations as Reader takes a leap of faith and Wanda is finally confronted with her emotions, Kate is finally getting some progress, and someone just spot the twins in the mall.

As always, English is no my mother tongue, so please forgive the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

Chapter 10

Breaking the distance

The snow was falling slowly right outside your window.

There was a small smile playing on your lips, you could hear Maria giving you a full debrief of the latest developments on the different projects you were leading. A part of your mind was on what she was saying, but your other half, the one daydreaming at the moment was replying to the last couple of days inside your head.

From the moment you met her, you knew there was something about Wanda Maximoff that would either drive you mad or make you fall in an instant. It wasn’t only about her looks, for you had always thought she was a beautiful woman, it was more about her own personality, her stubbornness, and her witty nature that made you believe she was out there to drive you off the wall.

Then, you actually got to know her.

She wasn’t as self-centered as you thought she was, and she certainly wasn’t as strong or as bitchy as she pretended to be. What you discovered behind those green eyes was someone vulnerable, someone reaching out to protect her children and to feel loved. Whatever scars she was carrying from her past were deep enough to make her vulnerable and strong and the same time.

You couldn’t help but remember the recent weekends you spent in her company; you never thought you would look forward to meeting with her or her children, to actually spend such special moments with her while fully aware of the growing tension between the both of you. It had been subtle at first, perhaps the tension carried by the fact you had been a bitch to her, and she was still slightly guarded around you. Then, you realized there was something else in there, you knew you were attracted to her that was the reason why you were so careful with your own delusions.

Yet, you couldn’t deny the recent looks she sent your way, or the lingering touches or the deepest of your conversations whenever you two were alone. You couldn’t help but long for these moments to be real, for those accidental touches and that timid smile to mean what your heart craved. That weekend, while America was trying to ease the pain on her back with the twins helping her around brought you closer to Wanda. In your mind, her green eyes lingered, her words, and the softness of her lips on your cheek moments before she left with the promise of coming back the next day. And the day after that, and the day after that one.

Your heart trembled, and your jaw clenched tightly at the overwhelming emotions running rampage inside you.

“You’re not paying attention to me. Again.” Maria huffed leaning back against her chair, the cold reproach in her voice broke you from your thoughts, you turned around smiling apologetically at Maria before settling yourself on your seat.

“Sorry, Maria, not my intention.” You laced your fingers together your eyes drifting to your mobile then back to Maria. “I just got a lot in my mind, what with the festival coming over next week and…”

“And Wanda.” Maria finished shaking her head. “Really, if I didn’t know better, I would say you two had a date tonight.”

“I wish.” You mumbled lowering your face to hide your blushing cheeks.

“You two still in the ‘we’re only friends’ phase?” Maria stated amusedly, she put her tablet on the table taking a closer look at you.

Maria Hill had been your father’s personal assistance, when he died, she took it upon herself to teach you the general workings of the company before presenting her resignation letter. She didn’t assume you would stay with her by your side, but it was obvious to you the woman was a valuable asset and a great friend you couldn’t let go. So Maria stayed and since then, she had always been the voice of reason around the company.

The older woman had seen you as of late, the moment Wanda Maximoff came into your life she had seen the changes from that fake annoyance in your voice whenever you mentioned her to the subtle affection in your tone as of late, Maria knew there was something there. You had changed so much; you were heard humming happily whenever you thought no one was looking. From time to time, a content smile would decorate your features, while your fingers tapped happily on any surface.

Whatever was happening with Wanda Maximoff certainly had a positive effect on you, and the other woman. Maria had heard Natasha talked about the other woman as well, how she was more relaxed as of late, how her smile was easy on her lips and she was always just waiting patiently to go into her phone and continue a conversation she had left unfinished with you. Natasha had seen Wanda grow while, at the same time, giving herself the chance to be herself without anyone dictating her life.

Now, if they both stopped being so stupid, everyone would be happier for them.

“We are friends, you know?” You rolled your eyes when Maria merely snorted.

“Right, but you want to be something more, don’t you?” Maria inquired, leaning forward.

You hesitated for a moment before shrugging in defeat, “I do but I think…I just don’t know how to approach this, Maria, she is just…confusing at times, you know?”

“No, not really, what do you mean?”

You contemplated the hard surface of your desk, your mind going through all the moments you had shared with Wanda so far. The mixed signals, as well as those conversations that had left you wondering if perhaps the woman was really looking for something else or she was just being nice. You really had been diving into an ocean of confusion that was finally catching up to your resistance and it was starting to drive your crazy.

“I just think…well, she has children, right? And a husband, right? I mean, she is not even divorced yet and well, nobody assures me she will get one any time soon. And perhaps I’m reading too much into her being nice.” You intertwined your hands rolling your eyes. “I feel like an idiot.”

Maria offered a comforting smile, she had never found herself so inclined to broke a promise she made to Natasha as she felt at that moment.

“You are overthinking, Y/N. You are not an idiot, but I do think you should have a serious conversation with Wanda.” Maria trailed off for a moment before continuing. “You have been dancing around this topic for far too long, why don’t take a chance? Why don’t just be honest?”

“What if I am wrong?” You asked softly, Maria smiled at you and the question that left her mouth next made you tremble with anticipation.

“What if you are not and you are actually loved?” Maria hesitated for a moment; she locked her eyes with you before continuing. “Don’t let this chance slip away from you, Y/N. Life is too short, and taking a leap of faith may lead to that happy ending you and her deserve.”

“Why do I have the feeling that you know something I don’t, Maria?” You retorted narrowing your eyes at Maria, the other woman shifted on the chair looking away from you.

“Talk to Wanda, Y/N. This is not my story to tell.”

“Everyone seems to know that story but me, why?”

Maria grimace shrugging, “not really my place, boss, now if you don’t mind me getting away from this conversation we could continue talking about your projects, and what we have been doing with Jarvis.”

You opened your mouth ready to protest but decided against it, Maria would not tell you what you wanted but mostly what you needed. And Maria was right about something, you needed to talk to Wanda and get the full story from her before making any rash decision. With a heavy heart, and a whirlpool of thoughts, you gave your full attention to the report and the situation with Jarvis.

________________________

When Wanda glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror she found herself looking into the eyes of a completely different woman.

A year ago, Wanda found herself scared to death while the cries of her children were muffled by the basement door. Vision had been furious after a party in which Billy, Tommy and Wanda had failed to make a good impression and had costed Vision a business deal with an important businessman. The twins had been locked the hole weekend, and Wanda…

Wanda shivered at the memory of the abuse she suffered that day.

But now, almost a year later, she was different.

She was no longer Wanda Jarvis, nor was she Wanda Frank.

She was Wanda Maximoff.

The only way she got to be closer to her mother, her brother, and her family.

Now that Wanda was looking at her reflection, she could see the longer hair and the green eyes gleaming with life. The traces of fear were no longer marking her features, and while letting go of her past was hard, she no longer feared her home, or loud noises, or the fact she was not on time with her house chores. And her children were free, they had grown so much in the last couple of months, the fear left them completely and instead of running from their neighbour, they were just excited to see them, to share time with them and have Wanda just as happy as them. 

No, the woman looking at her back was a woman that was discovering new things about herself. 

Wanda offered a tentative smile, her hand lifting up to the spot you had kissed that morning before saying goodbye. It was a foolishly gesture, something you had taken upon yourself to do whenever the both of you parted ways. The kiss was simple enough, but it lingered in Wanda's cheek with a burning fire Wanda was still uncertain to admit. 

She dropped her eyes, her phone unlocked and open in the conversation she was having with you. Since America had gotten into her little accident whatever time Wanda spent at home she either spent it at your place or hers. It had become a habit, preparing dinner and sharing some good conversation as well as watching some silly TV show in the company of the twins and America. 

And every morning, whenever you two crossed paths before going to your respective jobs, you would just approach Wanda wished her a good day and kiss her cheek. Wanda placed a hand on her face, her cheeks burning up and her lips curling slightly. She felt like a teen all over again, experimenting the tingling emotion of new discoveries, new relationships, new attractions. 

Attraction. 

Yes, because Wanda could no longer kid herself with what she was feeling, you had become an important part of her new life, and with you she had discovered something she thought buried a long time ago. She was attracted to you, she liked your smile and your silliness as much as she found exasperating your smugness and know it all nature. Wanda found herself thinking about you, waiting to see you, wanting to talk to you and that scared her in ways no many could comprehend. It wasn't only the fact that Wanda didn't think you would find her remotely interesting to consider anything at all with her, it wasn't only the fact that you were dating someone already. It was also the fear Wanda kept in her of getting lost in another relationship, of losing herself once more and not being able to be her. 

“You are thinking too hard, Wanda.”

Wanda jerked away from her reflection turning to see Natasha standing by the door of the bathroom. The older woman smiled at her, a single eyebrow lifted while her long legs carried her to the sink. 

“Are you alright?” Natasha inquired in the same sisterly tone she had taken to use with Wanda. 

“Yes, I am just… Nervous.” Wanda revealed, Natasha took that chance to teased her. 

“Nervous about our meeting with Y/N, or about the divorce papers?” Natasha gauged her reaction; Wanda opened her eyes wide hiding away her blush by bussing herself with her phone. 

“The… The divorce, of course.”

“Of course.” Natasha rolled her eyes but said nothing, she then put on a serious mask making sure Wanda understood the seriousness of what she was going to say.

“I know that this is a huge step, but you just have to sign them with the full custody of the twins papers and I will take care of everything else.” Natasha could see the tension building in Wanda, but this time around it came with a silent anger and determination she didn't feel months ago. 

Natasha was happy to see the progress, and if everything went fine the man would spend the rest of his life in jail. 

“I know, I already signed them, I just…” Wanda hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I really don't want to see him anymore, and this is going to be a long process that may come in the way…”

“You don't have to worry about that, Wanda. We have you covered and he would never know where you are hiding.”

Natasha could see there was something else bothering Wanda she waited putting a hand on Wanda’s forearm. Wanda lifted her eyes giving in and saying what was really tormenting her. 

“I haven't told Y/N the complete story, you know? What if… What if she finds out?” She sounded vulnerable, as if the mere idea of you knowing such a detail of her life really scared her. 

“Why haven't you told her?” Natasha asked but Wanda merely shrugged. 

“I just didn't want her to think less of me, I guess.” Wanda heard herself shaking her head and breaking into a bitter smile. “I just didn't want her to know how weak I am.”

“You know Y/N thinks the world of you, right?” Natasha balanced the knowledge she had of you and Wanda, of the growing relationship between the both of you before deciding she could push Wanda in the right direction. 

“She does?” Wanda looked surprised at this, Natasha nodded and continued. 

“You are a strong woman, Wanda. And Y/N can only see in you a strong woman, and someone she has come to really like.” 

There was a flicker of doubt shinning behind those green eyes, Wanda couldn't deny these words were somewhat comforting to her. But her doubt was rooted in the knowledge that you might had entertained the idea of liking her. Perhaps as something more than a friend.

“Don't think too much, Wanda,” this time around Natasha allowed the small contact with the young woman, her hand comforting on Wanda's shoulder, “let it flow, and let it be for the time being. You are doing fantastic so there is no rush.”

Wanda offered a tiny smile, she sighed following Natasha right outside the bathroom to the huddle room where you were waiting patiently for them to come in. 

Your face lit up at the sight of Wanda, and soon the both of you engaged in an animate conversation as if you had not seen one another in quite some time. Natasha observed from afar, she analysed your every gesture and your every word and soon she knew that all Wanda and you needed was time. 

Because everything else was already there. Two fools in love. 

_____________________

America had been out of commission for more than a week, she had tried to keep up with her physical therapy and her heart had been jumping in joy when Kate had joined in the different routines making sure America got them right. 

It had been a moment America had treasured greatly, Loki and Yelena had congratulated themselves for such a magnificent plan until Kamala chimed in to remind them Kate and America were technically still friends. 

This of course, didn't stop the pair who had everything planned out in the best way possible. Hence America nagging you with her plans for the day.

“So you're going to the movies?” You asked slightly confused by the comment. 

“Yes.” America nodded bouncing on her feet, she glanced at you then at her phone.

“I thought you were gonna babysit the twins while Wanda and I went to the school.” You made a gesture with your hand, trying to make sense of the request. 

“Yes, and I thought that we could see a movie with everyone else.” America leaned forward wiggling her eyebrows at you. “It will give you more time with Wanda, you know? And Billy and Tommy would be in good hands.”

You frowned looking away from your sister. 

“Have you told Wanda about this?”

America winced rolling her head, “Well, no. I haven't but… I have a card under my sleeve.”

You arched a brow at her, your chest filling with dread when you caught sight of her mischievous smile. 

“What did you do, America?”

“My dear sister, I know what you are experimenting and what you are going through.” America stated moving closer to you, her hands on your shoulders. “I have only cared for you to be happy, Y/N, and I can see Wanda makes you happy.”

Your body tensed completely, you tried to look away from America but whenever she stood her ground speaking at you with such a serious stare you knew there was nothing much you could do. America dropped her shoulders, her eyes hiding away the conflict inside her mind. 

“I don't want you to get hurt, you know?”

“I know.”

“If Wanda is someone you want then, the least I can do is to make sure you can be with her.” America offered a half smile, her hands squeezing your shoulders comfortingly. “But you need to do something already, this indecision would only create more confusion to you, to her and to the twins.”

“The twins?” You repeated blinking slowly. 

“Of course! They had noticed, you know?” America rolled her eyes at you. “They had noticed the changes in Professor Maximoff and in you, the amount of time we spent with one another, they may not understand but they know something is going on.”

You never stopped to consider that Wanda's children would be aware of what was happening. You didn't even consider the possibility, not because you thought they were fools, but because they were children. America opened her mouth to say something else but she stopped before anything came out of her mouth, while it was true that you shouldn't jump into any kind of relationship with a woman you didn't know too well, it was not her place to share her discoveries, Kate had explained to her that much. America stepped back, she knew what she had to do and that opportunity would present to her sooner rather than later, as soon as you and Wanda stopped dancing around one another. 

“So, you think…I mean, not that you are right but… You think there is a chance that anything may happen?” You asked casually, America snorted hugging you tightly. 

“You are an idiot.”

“Thank you, Lil sis, that's what I need to hear.”

America chuckled before going back to her initial request. 

“So, about the car…”

“Ugh, let's see first if Wanda agrees with this crazy plan then the car is all yours.” 

“Yes!” America punched you on the shoulder strolling down the hall calling her friends to share with them your approval. 

You snorted shaking your head, your eyes lifted to looked out of the window to the next-door house wondering what kind of conversation Wanda was having with her children. There was a moment of silence, your eyes fixated on the house next door until an idea formed in your mind; that Saturday would be the best chance you got to be with Wanda alone. It would be the chance to…

You sighed grabbing your phone and looking for the familiar name in your contact list. You chewed on your lower lip, if you didn’t take a leap of faith…you would never know, right?

“Hey, Ajak, how is it going?”

******

Just as America had told Y/N, the twins had noticed the changes in their lives.

It wasn’t that hard, the had spent most of their childhood afraid of the clock marking a specific time, or the door opening and closing, they had been afraid of the smell their dad usually brought with him when screaming and hitting at them. They had seen their mother cry, and they had seen and experimented the pain and the suffering the same way as Wanda did.

Then, one day, they just went inside a care and their mom took them down different roads, crying and confused until they reached anew house. It had taken some time, but Billy and Tommy had come to love their new home. They liked America who was always nice with them, she was always playing games with them or reading them stories or actually treating them like big boys. Tommy like Y/N first, while Billy just thought she was a silly woman.

Tommy disagreed with his brother, he had seen first hand how nice Y/N was and how good she was with medicine. Then, Tommy had seen how her mom smiled more often whenever Y/N was closed, and Billy had grumpily agreed with Tommy because Y/N seemed to be a constant figure in their lives.

And their mom liked Y/N.

Of that, the twins had not doubt.  And if their mom liked her, then they could like her as well, right?

The confusing part was to define what exactly meant for their mom to like Y/N; Balder had said that they wanted to kiss, but it was not possible because they were girls. Then, they started their own investigation when Balder told them that Nathaniel a boy in their class had two daddies, and then Balder talked about Val a friend of their dad that lived with another girl and they kissed one another.

It was confusing, but if their mom was happy then…well, then she needed to kiss Y/N.

It was either that, or their dad coming back. But they hated this idea, and they would prefer their mommy alone than back with their dad. Of that, their little minds were completely sure.

Now, the only thing they needed to do, according to Balder, was to make sure their mom knew they agreed to her and Y/N to kiss. It was only that, right?

Billy and Tommy glanced at one another; Tommy opened his eyes really big mouthing something to his brother. Billy scowled grabbing his glass of milk before speaking.

“Mommy, do you like Y/N?” Wanda was caught off of guard, the question made her choke on the coffee she had been drinking. Tommy gave his twin the thumbs up, but Billy was still scowling openly at his mom.

Wanda was coughing trying to recover ignoring that Tommy was swinging his legs in the air, his hand grabbing the spoon filled with cereal.

“I like Y/N! She is funny, and nice and she is… Warm.” Tommy scrunched up his nose, not really sure he had chosen the right words. 

“I…I…Warm?” Wanda stuttered.

“You are all red when she is here! Like when is hot in the house!” Tommy exclaimed as if that was enough explanation, Wanda winced trying to hide her mortified expression from the twins. 

“She makes mommy smile too.” Billy lifted his eyes to Wanda blinking innocently as he waited for an answer to his question. 

Wanda tried to take another sip from her coffee, her eyes glancing everywhere but at her children who were now focusing their attention on her. 

“Mommy?” Billy asked again, Wanda sighed placing her mug on the counter. 

“Yes, Billy, I like Y/N.” Wanda answered casually trying to quiet down the butterflies flying around her abdomen. 

“I like her too.” Billy nodded in agreement; Tommy grabbed another spoonful of cereal. “She is pretty.”

Wanda had to silently agreed with Billy, she softened her eyes slightly knowing her children really liked you a lot. It was one of the things that had made Wanda feel attracted to you. How easy you fit in with the twins, how you had earned their love and their friendship by being just plain silly with them. You and America had taught them how to be children again, how to let go of their fears of watching the clock every once in a while or trembling when the door opened and closed, or to let go of Wanda and run freely to have fun. 

“Mommy, do you have to go today?” Tommy asked softly, Wanda opened her eyes at the question, she had told them already that day they were needed it back at school to finish the decorations for the ball. 

“Yes, Tommy, but mommy won't take too long, and America is going to watch over you…”

“Can Y/N stay here too?” Billy asked and Wanda winced lightly at the request. 

“No, Billy, she will come with me to school.” 

Billy and Tommy glanced at one another; Wanda narrowed her eyes at the sudden spark of mischief that shone in their eyes. 

“Can we watch a movie?”

Wanda leaned forward waiting for the real request. 

“Yes, of course.” She answered tentatively. 

“Can America take us to the theatre to see a movie?” They both asked at the same time, Wanda opened her eyes leaning back as they grinned widely at her. 

Wanda hesitated before shaking her head. 

“To the cinema.” She clarified then, “you mean, to the mall?”

Billy and Tommy nodded eagerly, Wanda opened her mouth then closed it again, her mind going through the possibilities of her children going to the mall with America. Then, as she went to drink another sip from her coffee she almost choked again at Tommy's next words. 

“We promised we won't get mad if you and Y/N kiss each other, Mommy!”

“Tommy!” Billy exclaimed hitting his brother while Wanda tried to recover. 

“What?”

“Balder said you and Y/N want to kiss one another but that you need to be alone because that's what you do when you like someone.” Tommy said in one breath trying to get away from Billy who was trying to shut him up. “and you say you like Y/N!!”

“Tommy!! You ruined it!!” Billy scolded his brother crossing his arms and glaring at his twin. 

Tommy crossed his arms as well, red and slightly guilty at what he just said. Wanda placed a hand on her face, she was trying to collect her thoughts and had a serious conversation with her children when the doorbell sounded tearing her attention from the current situation to be door. 

“We will have a serious conversation about this, guys, but now stop glaring at one another and behave. I'm going to see who it is.”

Wanda was trying to regulate her heartbeat that actually skyrocketed when she opened the door to see you standing there. You were dressed rather casually, with a light jacket on and a scarf that helped out a little in the cold winter weather. Your grin showing off the dimples on your cheeks, with your eyes gleaming warmly at the woman standing in front of you. 

“Y/N!” Tommy was the first one to come running towards you, he wrapped his arms around you grinning while looking around until his eyes found America and he went right in to greet her as well. 

“Hope we didn't interrupt anything?” You asked after the silence stretched out for far too long. 

“Oh, no, no we were having breakfast.” Wanda stated not overly excited to tell you what she had been talking about with the twins. “Would you like to come on in? I was getting ready, but I thought we will go later today.”

Billy was standing to the side, his eyes narrowed and the small scowl he had been wearing before was back on his face. You hesitated before going over to him, your hand stretched out. 

“Good morning, Billy.” The boy glance at your hand, then at you and Tommy before taking your hand. 

“Hi.” He then stepped back and went to hug America who winced at the force the twins had greeted her with. 

Wanda winced but you merely chuckled, shrugging. 

“So I know we said later but… I have a proposal for you.” Your grin was infectious and soon Wanda found herself smiling back. 

America held back the twins, whispering with them while glancing at the adults every once in a while. 

“What proposal?”

“Well, you can have lunch with me.” You sounded more confident that what you really felt, your heart was threatening to leave your chest and your palms had gotten sweaty all of a sudden. “I mean, we could have lunch and then go to the school. America and her friends were thinking of doing something today and well, that includes taking Tommy and Billy to the movies… If you agree?”

Wanda soon found herself being cornered by her children, one teenager, and you all four looking at her with puppy eyes and pleadingly smiles. She gave in, it was hard not to do so even with the latent fear of having her children going outside with people that was not her, and perhaps risking their well-being by getting spotted by someone of their previous life. 

“We're not going to be alone, though.” America decided to intervene, she had the twins on each hand making sure she could show just how responsible she was. “Thor and Sif will come with us, Balder is also and we were actually going with them because they are planning Loki’s birthday party so… We won't be alone.”

“And, it's free lunch, so it's a win-win situation.” You completed it, Wanda knew her battle was lost the moment she found herself looking into your warm eyes smiling back at you with a hint of disbelief in her features. 

It was such a foolishly thing to fall for, she decided to ignore the warmth filling up her chest as well as the fluttering wings of butterflies in her lower abdomen. She felt her mind melting at the sight, and her cheeks coloured pink when you winked at her. 

“And mommy can kimphf.” Billy and America both grabbed Tommy silencing him before he could finish the sentence. 

You furrowed your brows, America was shaking her head while smiling apologetically at you. Tommy and Billy were arguing while Wanda had placed a hand on her face, slightly mortified and embarrassed. 

“So, what did I miss?”

“Nothing, just never mind, I think that's a good idea.” Wanda spoke quickly placing a hand on your forearm. “I was finishing something up, and then I guess you guys can go and…”

“And we can go too. Excellent, need any help?”

By the time midday arrived you were on the road with Wanda glancing at her watch and phone every chance she got. The car drive was silent, with not a single word shared between you just as you drove down streets Wanda had barely recognized. 

“They're gonna be fine, you know?” You finally said glancing at the woman beside you out of the corner of your eye. 

Wanda let out a snort, her eyes closing lightly before she leaned back on the seat. 

“I know.” She hesitated playing with the idea of telling you her real concern before dismissing the idea with a sigh. “I just… I have never let them go out without me, you know?”

You pursed your lips before speaking, “if you want we can join them, I can take the exit down there and we will be there in twenty minutes.”

Wanda turned sharply at you, her eyes opened and her brows lifted. 

“Really? You… You would do that?”

“It is obvious you are not comfortable, Wands, and that you want to be there with them.” You explained softening lightly, your hand sneaking around to grab hers in yours. “If it is important to you, then it is important to me.”

Wanda swallowed down her emotions, her hand squeezing yours. She played with the idea of accepting your proposal, she had this bad feeling with her children but she was also conscious this was due to her paranoid mind. She glanced at her hand and yours, before shaking her head. 

“I just think I need time, that’s all. We don't have to go over there.” Wanda felt her hand twitched before she let it rest against yours. “We haven't been this far from one another in a while, and well…”

Wanda trailed off she was not ready to share with you her tumultuous past. Or the story of her abusive husband. She was happy with the knowledge you had only seen the new Wanda, her new family and no what she was. 

“I can't even imagine what would be when they are dating.”

You chuckled, a content smile playing on your lips while you drove with a single hand. 

“I don't think it would be that terrible, you know?” Your eyes wandered around the mirror to take a look at Wanda. “Are you afraid they would bring a girl or a boy home?”

Wanda found herself shocked by the question, she looked out of the car thinking over before speaking her thumb caressing the palm of your hand absentmindedly. 

“I'm afraid they will bring a bad person home. I just want them to be happy with the right one.”

You could tell there was more to that story, but your attention was soon grabbed by your mobile announcing the proximity of the restaurant you had been looking for. Wanda leaned forward finding Olympia in all her glory standing proudly in the midst of powerful decorations of ancient times. 

“Today we're going to try a different setting, if you don't mind?”

Wanda tilted her head curious, she then smiled at you. 

“Not at all, free food, right?”

You chuckled parking the car while tilting your head to the side, “free food.”

The place was still packed, and this time around Wanda didn’t feel the pressure of being around so many people as she felt it before. There were families and group of friends all around the restaurant, the noise increased as they stepped further inside the building. You had said no word to Wanda yet, but to ensure she was never too far behind you grabbed her hand in yours leading her through the tables and the people until you found yourself at the back of the building.

Ajak was waiting for you there.

The older woman had the same smile she wore last time, in her eyes Wanda could recognize the traces of intelligence mixed up with the knowledge of unknown secrets. She was standing by a glass door, inside Wanda could see a world filled with colours, and she couldn’t help but stepped forward her curiosity sparked by the beautiful sight in front of her.

Your eyes followed Wanda around, there was no doubt in your mind that seeing the smile on her face and the innocent excitement in her expression was enough for you to be happy as well. Ajak snorted knowingly stepping aside while showing the doorknob decorated with golden holding the glass door closed.

“I hope traffic was not too bad, Y/N.” Ajak spoke her eyes going from Wanda to you.

“Not at all, Ajak, how is business so far?”

“You know, this is the best season for me.” Ajak shrugged this time around turning to Wanda. “And, Wanda, I hope your children are doing okay?”

Wanda was slightly taken aback; she offered a tentative smile nodding.

“They are, thank you.”

Ajak offered a tilt of her head before placing her hand on the doorknob, there was a strange tension in the air and Wanda had just noticed this section of the restaurant was not that busy. She looked around the place before her eyes settled in you, you shifted with some hesitation before stepping forward.

“Well, as always, I’m glad to make my customers happy, so I hope you liked what we did here.” Ajak opened the door stepping aside, her eyes following you and Wanda inside the glassed domo.

The theme chosen to decorate this place had been nature.

Wanda gasped the cold of the day forgotten as a warmth breeze caressed her skin, the sweet aroma of flowers and nature filled her nostrils while her eyes were enchanted by the sight of colourful flowers and multiple plants that create a path stretching out deeper inside the dome. Wanda had forgotten all about you, she just stepped inside touching the leaves of the closets tree finding this was actually a real tree and not some artificial creation. She walked down the road, her eyes gleaming excitedly taking notice of the sunflowers and the roses, she even got sight of orchids and some palms.

“You really know how to woo a girl, don’t you?” Ajak whispered beside you, you almost jerked away forgetting all about the older woman.

When you turned to face her, Ajak was already smiling knowingly at you. There was no use in denying what was happening or what you were trying to accomplish, you shrugged lightly lowering your face before speaking.

“Do you think…she likes it?” You finally asked, Ajak placed a hand on your forearm shaking her head.

“I think she loves it, and I think you are in deep trouble.” Ajak didn’t let you defend yourself, she merely nodded towards the greenhouse placing a gadget on your hand. “Everything is ready over there, Thena was already warned so you just had to press the button and they will bring everything, okay?”

“Thank you, Ajak, I really owed you one.”

Wanda was already walking down the artificial road by the time you caught up with her.

The young woman turned to you, and the sheer happiness she was wearing at the moment was something you realized you were not familiar with. Something inside you stirred with affection, your own expressions softening while it was quite evident you could not look away from her.

“This is amazing, Y/N, how did you find out about this place?” Wanda asked never losing her smile.

“Well, Olympia is really famous for being a themed restaurant and having the best food in the country.” You replied standing closer to Wanda. “And this place, is a new environment she was trying to get tested, so…I thought, why not?”

Wanda offered a tentative smile, looking away while trying to understand why she was feeling disappointed. You opened your mouth to say something else, but decided against it, your hand twitched at your side until you made up your mind and soon you were grabbing Wanda’s hand in yours.

“I hope you like it, I just thought of you when they offered me to try out this place.” You waited until those green eyes turned to you, this time around Wanda broke all pretences and there was a glint of vulnerability in her stare.

“Really? Why did you think about me?” Wanda could tell her question made you nervous, you avoid her eyes while stepping back bringing her over with you walking slowly down the road.

“I can’t seem to stop thinking about you, Wanda.” The sheer honesty behind your words made the other woman hesitated, you didn’t dare to look at Wanda and instead of that you turned around your voice being carried by the echo in the greenhouse.

“I couldn’t help but think you may really like this place, and perhaps that I could make you smile.” Then you tilted your head back, and the smile that showed on your face was one filled with doubts and longing. “I hope I am not overstepping or that you I mean, I just I’m not sure if…”

“This is perfect, thank you for the gesture.” Wanda didn’t let go of your hand, but her body language turned confusing for you it was as if Wanda was fighting with herself, she had stepped closer to you yet her eyes turned into stormy whirlpools of green.

There was an obvious tension around you two, and you knew if you were to lean in you would be able to discover the taste of her lips. Wanda was standing there, her eyes travelling around your face falling always on your lips before she returned to your eyes; she wished she was stronger, that she probably was more daring to end with her confusion and her curiosity but…what if you didn’t want to? What if you rejected her? What if Wanda was reading the situation incorrectly?

She could lose everything, and what she had found with you was something she didn’t want to let go off anytime soon.

“Can you show me around?” Wanda finally whispered; your stomach dropped in disappointment but you didn’t give up. Instead, you just put on a smile leading Wanda around while telling her the story of Olympia.

The greenhouse had been built right outside the main building, it was erected with tempered glass that gave the place the right environment to keep most the plants and flowers alive. The road had been made with wooden planks that twisted and turned around the place giving the visitors a nice view of the flora growing inside the dome. The main dining area was actually at the very centred, in which a pond rested filled with water flowers and a huge Oak tree. The dining sets were all made of bamboo, simple yet fashionable and comfortable; Wanda was beyond herself surrounded by such beauty.

It wasn't only the sight of the trees, or the flowers, not even the warm climate or the pond that was giving up the impression of a multicoloured source of water.

“This is amazing.” Wanda said breathily, she walked towards the only table that had been set up, her heart fluttering in her chest. What was the meaning of all of this?

By the time Wanda turned to you, it was easy to read the questions and the confusion inside her eyes. You wished there was an easy explanation for what you had done, for what you had planned in less than an hour that very morning. But the truth was, you couldn't. Whatever explanations you might have gone out of the window when she faced you with such a gleeful expression.

“I'm glad you like it, we are the very first ones to try this place out so…” You walked past her putting the chair out, your hand showing off the empty chair. “Madam, if you might…”

Wanda dipped her head hiding away the flush on her cheeks, with a hesitant step she went to the offer chair sitting down. 

“How did you do it?” Wanda asked, waving her hand at you as you sat in front of her. “How did you get a table in this place?”

“Oh, Ajak was a friend of my parents, my father even provided some investment to her business.” You shrugged. “She has always been kind to us, and she always has a table for my family.”

“But this is a new environment.” Wanda could see your shifting on the chair, your eyes looking everywhere but at her.

“Yeah, Ajak was needing some testers, and I thought we could be those testers.” You tried to sound casual, fixing the napkin on the table before lifting your eyes offering a half smile. “She is supposed to open this formally by the end of the year.”

Wanda placed her elbows on the table, her eyes dancing around the place before she set them on you firmly.

“Well, this is nice, thank you again.”

“I think your smile is thank you enough, Wands, you really should try smiling more often.” You replied before you could stop yourself, Wanda’s smile grew just a little with her cheeks colouring pink.

“I…” Wanda bit her lower lip ready to ask something when the sound of footsteps called her attention.

Your eyes lit up, and as soon as the owner of those footsteps show up you stood up and met the older woman halfway. Wanda shifted uncomfortably on the chair, her stomach twisted unpleasantly while her hand grabbed the closest napkin tightly; Wanda rolled her eyes turning around to fixed her attention in something else when the older woman leaned in to place a kiss on your cheek.

“You look just as beautiful as I remember, Y/N.” Thena leaned in, her clear eyes falling on Wanda that had her back to you two. The older woman raised a single elegant eyebrow, her attention coming back to you.

“And you, my dear Thena, are as flirty and as mischievous as I remember.” You shared a smile; the older woman placed a hand on your shoulder before stepping forward to go over to Wanda.

“And you must be, Mrs. Maximoff, am I right?” Then stretched out her hand to Wanda who looked like a deer caught in the headlights, she put her chair back her hand trembling as she grabbed Thena blinking away her confusion.

“I…yeah, yeah, you are…”

“The chef.” Thena lifted a single hand and soon two waitresses came right in. “As a courtesy, I would like to offer you a simple appetiser with drinks, you will have a chance to look at the menu and as soon as you decided you can go ahead and call for us.”

“Thank you, Thena.” You sat down looking excitedly at the table, wiggling your fingers as everyone set up the table.

“Don’t even mention it, I am always more than happy to attend to you and any of your women when you come here. Please, enjoy.”

You opened your eyes wide at those words, you opened your mouth to protest but Thena left as fast as she had come. Wanda frowned lightly, waiting for the rest of the people to leave before she set her eyes on the menu in front of her.

“So, you bring many women here? Is that it?” She asked coldly, you gulped shaking your head.

“No! I don’t…” You sighed rolling your eyes before closing them. “I haven’t brought anyone here since Shuri.”

Wanda made a face, a mixture of disbelief and curiosity that didn’t went amiss by you. You fixed on your chair, selecting your favourite dish from the menu before speaking again.

“We were together since high school, you know? I thought we would be forever, it was strange mainly because of our backgrounds.” You leaned forward making explanations that Wanda was not asking for but you had the need to share.

“When did…” Wanda trailed off, hesitating for a moment until your hand found hers on the table.

“What is it?”

“You may think I’m a fool.” She mumbled looking away from you, you chuckled brushing your thumb on the back of her hand.

“Come on! Nothing you said may make me think that, what is it?”

Wanda glanced at your joined hands, her heart skipping a beat feeling the overwhelming emotions drowning her senses. Whatever was happening at the moment, whatever had pushed you to invite her over for lunch that day and to spend the day alone with her, Wanda was still afraid of crossing over that thin line that had been drawn between the both of you in the last couple of weeks. But being here with you, enjoying the soft music playing in the air, and the beautiful place you had brought her to, Wanda could feel her resolution crumbling the moment you offered that tiny smile and those gleaming eyes.

“When did you realize you like women?” Wanda asked in a thin voice, almost shyly waiting for you to laugh or make fun of her question.

The question caught you by surprised, it didn’t make you laugh but it ignited some hopeful flame inside you. You shifted slightly, leaning to the side while never letting for of the hand you were holding.

“I mean, you don’t have to answer, is just, I was curious, I have never I mean…”

Wanda tried to let go of you, but you were faster than her, and her breath caught in her throat when you intertwined your hand with hers giving her a comforting squeeze. You relaxed into the chair, making sure that the other woman was as comfortable as she could be while you started sharing your story.

“Well, actually, it was quite funny, you know?” The world soon disappeared and in the midst of the greenhouse, near a pond and nature, you started sharing a part of you that not many had worried to ask before.

And, as you words filled Wanda with images of your memories, she herself felt a tug in her heart wanting nothing more than to know more about you, to know more about your process…to perhaps get to see if she was just as brave as you had been when you realized you like women.

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The mall was packed.

It seemed as if everyone had decided to go out on that very day to make any shopping and go to the movies. Billy and Tommy were excited to just go outside with America and her friends, they had learnt the hard way to never get too far from the grown ups and as memory goes, they didn’t remember the lats time they were allowed outside in such a place without the watchful eye of their father on them.

As soon as they arrived at the mall, Balder and Loki joined them with Thor and Sif trying to set up some ground rules from the teen and child they were chaperoning for the day. Minutes later, America and Loki had been joined by Kate, Yelena, Kamala and Peter all of them ready to go to the movies before going for something to eat.

“You are a grown man, Loki, so I expect you to be in your best behaviour.”

“Yes, brother, I will be.” Loki rolled his eyes when Thor placed a hand on his shoulder trying to make the same gestures Odin used on him.

“Sif and I will start the shopping list, and we will be around if you need us,” this time around Thor redirected his attention to the rest of the group, “don’t get th youngest out of your sight, and if anything happens…”

“We will scream and ask for help, we know, Thor stop it!”

Thor opened his mouth, but stopped himself when Sif came in, this time around Loki gulped dropping his shoulders and submitting right away.

“We are just concern, Loki, and since you have three young boys under your care we want to make sure everything goes well.”

“We know, Sif, don’t worry, we have your phones and we won’t leave them alone.” Loki grumbled crossing his arms, Sif smile nodding and stepping away.

“Then we will see each other in the food court at 3pm, don’t be late.”

“No, ma’am.”

America held back her laughter when Yelena made a whop sound at Loki’s words, the young man glared at her while Kamala and Peter snickered. Kate held Billy’s hand in hers, she and America glanced at one another and decided to start walking down the hall towards the cinema. Tommy was holding onto America, his eyes huge glancing around the place quite excitedly, squeezing America’s hand while pointing around to the stores.

“America! Look! Look! Did you see that?” Tommy squealed dragging America to a toy store, America chuckled following him with a smile in place.

“Yeah, Tommy, this is one of the biggest toy stores in here, if you want we can go in after the movie.”

Tommy turned to her wide eye, his mouth hanging open.

“Really?”

America almost winced, it was as if Tommy really was completely shocked to be on a place like the shopping centre and more so that he would be allowed to go into a toy store. Kate stood by her side, Billy was standing by her but his eyes were just as wide as those of her brother’s.

“Yeah, kiddo, really.”

America felt a hand on her lower back, she turned to see Kate smiling at her reassuringly, and the young woman returned the smile leaning into the touch. Billy lifted his eyes curious at the interaction, with Tommy blinking with curiosity before grabbing Kate’s hand. The young brunette lowered her stare and her heart almost exited her chest when Tommy joined her hand with that of America, the both of them blushing just as Tommy and Billy each one of them stood by the corners with America and Kate standing closed to one another.

“You know? Those two are far more subtle than you two.” Kamala stated to Loki who had just giving Peter the task to take care of Balder.

“So it seems.” Loki smirked, turning to Yelena and Kamala before speaking loudly, “did you see Chavez and Bishop blush like a pair of schoolgirls with a crush?”

“Shut up, Loki!” America and Kate exclaimed at the same time.

Tommy and Billy had taken it upon themselves to make sure Kate and America were as closed as they could be without crossing the line between friendship and something else.

By the time the movie had started they both sat closed to one another, with billy sitting at America’s right and Tommy sitting at Kate’s left side. America accommodated herself on the seat, her eyes would seek Kate every once in a while finding the other teen smiling at her while also engaging Tommy in small conversation.

“I think this is a good idea.” Kate whispered in America’s ear, the young woman shivered turning to see Kate’s face was dangerously close to hers.

“Wh-what?” America winced at her stutter, Kate merely rolled her eyes leaning closer resting her head on America’s shoulder.

“I think this is a good idea, Tommy and Billy are really enjoying the movie. And I bet your sister is having a good time as well.”

“Oh, yeah, I think so to. But this is thanks to you, Kate.” America hesitated before placing a single kiss on her friend’s forehead.

Kate smiled contentedly, “I guess we really are good together.”

America’s breath caught in her throat, she dared to grabbed Kate’s hands in hers knowing Kate could hear the hammering of her heart at the moment.

“I guess…I guess we do.”

Kate smirked into the movie, she knew it would be just a matter of time, she really hoped so because she was tired of playing the game of mouse and cat with America. Without anything else to say, they spent the rest of the movie holding hands ignoring the knowing glances their friends were sending their way.

By the time they exited the movie, it was almost three in the afternoon.

The movie had been silly, and they found themselves laughing and having a good time shooting cautious glances at one another all through the movie, leaning closer to one another until it was quite obvious tension had been building amongst them. The group had decided to move onto the food court while Loki tried to contact Thor and Sif.

America winced seeing the place completely packed, it seemed as if every single person in the city decided to go that day to the shopping centre.

“There are too many people.” Kamala made a face standing on the tip of her feet trying to look around.

“Ugh, I’m hungry, we should have eaten before going to the movie.” Peter tilted his head grabbing his stomach. “Come, Kam, let’s see if there is anything at the back.”

“Be right back, guys.”

America watched as Peter and Kamala left, and Yelena and Loki made a quick exploration of the different food stalls. Kate observed as Tommy rubbed his eyes, he yawned turning to America and tugging on her sleeve.

“Are you okay, Tommy?” America knelt, tilting her head.

“I’m sleepy.” Tommy yawned again wrapping his arms around America’s neck, the young woman melted picking him up in her arms.

Kate came around with Billy who was still quite active shooting his brother curious glances.

“Is everything alright?” Kate turned to the food court rolling her eyes when she spotted the rest of the group still struggling to get a table.

“Yeah, Tommy is tired, and I think we won’t find any place to sit.” America made a face with Kate wincing as well.

“I think you’re right.” Kate then perked up her eyes growing wide. “Oh, what if we grab the food and go back to your place? Tommy and Billy really looked tired and well…”

“Can we?” Billy mumbled as well, “I’m tired too.”

America shrugged fixing tommy in her arms, Kate melted lightly at the overprotective nature of America with these kids that had ended up becoming like little brothers to her. Kate hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to get Tommy in her arms, America furrowed her brows but the young woman merely shook her head.

“Your back is not completely healed yet, and you look as if you need a hand.” Kate blushed lightly when her hand brushed against America’s. “Besides, you’re the only one that can get them to behave.”

“Thank you, Kate.” America made sure Tommy was comfortable, she leaned closer until her eyes met those of Kate. For a brief moment the both of them looked at one another, like this America could see the soft pink colour in Kate’s cheeks.

Then, as if she just thought about that, America leaned in placing a kiss on Kate’s cheek.

“I’ll be right back then. Billy you take care of them.”

“Yes!”

America winked at Kate turning around to get Loki and the others. Billy shot a curious glance to Kate who was smiling like a fool, her cheeks completely red by now. Tommy stirred in the young woman’s arms, his eyes going wide when he spotted a woman right at the other end of a store. He shivered trying to hide his face while holding tightly onto a very distracted Kate.

Billy stood right beside Kate, talking once more about his favourite cartoon before Balder and the others joined Kate.

No one of them, not even Thor and Sif once they caught up with the group, realized they were being watched. None of them noticed the older woman stepping out of the store with her phone on her hand, her eyes going wide and a frown adorning her features as she went through her contacts to dial a familiar number.

“Vision dear, I hope you’re doing okay.” Agatha Harkness smiled into the phone, her eyes losing sight of the twins but she had already seen enough. “I’m good thank you, I was visiting my sister here in the city when, you won’t believe who I just saw, dear. Your children are here, Tommy and Billy. No, Wanda is not with them. Of course, let me tell you everything.”

The lights in your house and Wanda’s were out.

You parked the car right outside Wanda’s garage, the other woman had fallen asleep along the way knowing her children had gotten home earlier than expected and were just sleeping happily in your home. Snow had started falling by the time you two made it back, the school organization had taken most of the afternoon and the evening, but everything had been left ready for the kids to have a nice festival during the week, and the seniors to have a good dance on Friday.

You turned to Wanda, the young woman was facing you with her right arm around her abdomen and her mouth slightly open. You chuckled leaning in to see if she had started drooling yet, but seemed as if she was just in the early stages of sleep.

That day had been magical.

Wanda had been opened as well, she told you about her childhood back in Sokovia, she was happy telling you about her brother and her mother and how they had learnt English through old sitcoms while their father found a way to move permanently to the States. You had told Wanda about your first time facing your sexuality, and how you went through a lot of dates before finding Shuri. You told her about the tumultuous past with that relationship, the break-ups and the reconciliation, the lack of character on your part to end something that was going nowhere.

Then, everything turned into funny stories of failed mischief.

And her laughter had filled the auditorium while you supervised the set-up of the ice skat rink, and they set-up the music and the platform for the main event.  Your heart crushed under the overwhelming affection you felt for the woman sitting beside you, there was a hole in your abdomen filled with butterflies and uncertainty of what exactly you should do. Should you lean in and kiss her? Should just keep sending her messages about how much you like her?

You sighed turning to the house, then back to the woman that was still fast asleep. You wished you were braver than this, that you would just cross the line without the latent fear of losing everything if you were to finally close the distance between the both of you.

“I’m an idiot.” You mumbled before turning around and placing a single hand on Wanda’s cheek. “Hey, Wands, we’re here.”

Wanda stirred leaning into your touch with a single smile decorating her lips, she let her eyelids fluttered for a moment before letting out a yawn she tried to cover with her hand. You chuckled tugging a strand of hair behind her ear, your eyes softening lightly finding her green ones staring at you.

“We’re here already?”

“Yeah, just on time, is starting to snow.”

Wanda stretched out blinking away her sleepy state, she glanced out of the window grinning at the sight of snow falling right outside her window.  

“I love this season, you know? It reminds me of home and Pietro.” Wanda leaned back on the seat, wiggling her hands together before turning to you wrapping her arms around you, her mouth close to your ear. “Thank you, today was amazing, Y/N.”

“I’m glad you like it, Wands.” You smiled into the embrace, your hand drawing soothing circles in Wanda’s lower back. “I imagine you could use some grown up time, and I just…I want to see you smile.”

“Why?” Wanda leaned back, but not enough for you to not feel her warm breath on your face.

“You have a beautiful smile, Wands. I think you already know that.” You replied letting your fingertips played with some locks of her hair. “I thought it was pretty obvious how smitten I am for that smile.”

You knew that day you had been playing with fire, and while you had taken a leap of faith, Wanda was still as confused as ever. The young woman didn’t move from her position, and you almost choked yourself with your spit when she leaned over to place a single kiss on your cheek.

“You are not the only one smitten, Y/N, I also like it when you smile.” Then she leaned back and turned to your house. “I think we better go inside, it’s getting cold already.”

Without any more words, the both of you exited the car strolling down the entrance leading to your house; all the lights inside were off but you could see a silver one coming from the basement.

You made your way to the door with Wanda following you closed behind, by the time the both of you got to the bottom of the stairs you had to snort in disbelief at the scene.

“Seems like your house was the center of a sleep over.” Wanda wrapped her arms around herself, her lips curling into a soft smile that you shared with her.

“Looks that way, I guess we should let them, right?”

Tommy and Billy had arranged themselves at each side of Kate and America that were sharing the same space, Loki and Yelena were snuggling closer to one another, while Kamala and Peter were sprawled on the corner. There was a movie playing on the TV, but you decided to just leave it there. Everyone was fast asleep, and you could only guess the day for them had been just as tiresome as it had been for you.

“I think we better leave them be.” Wanda grabbed your hand tugging you to her and going upstairs, your heart skipped a beat at the gesture and soon you and Wanda were closing the door of the basement and moving to the kitchen.

“I guess I should get going, I mean…”

“You can stay, you know?”

There were no lights at home, and Wanda was still holding your hand in hers. The younger woman didn’t dare to look you in the eye, and you knew that if she did you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. Wanda gulped chewing on her lower lip, you stepped closer shivering under the stare of the other woman.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Why?”

Wanda sighed but did not make any attempt to step back, “you know why.”

You tilted your head, your face falling and your eyes showing your shattered heart.

“I really don’t understand it.” You replied furrowing your brows. “I thought…”

Wanda shook her head, this time around she let go of your hand and her hands cupped your face. She was trembling, much like you were at the moment, and as you locked eyes with her you could see the struggle she was living. The tears in her eyes, the storm going on inside her head.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N, and being near you fills me with unbelievable happiness and I am scared.” Wanda fluttered her eyes close, and you could see a single tear rolling down her cheek. “there are things you don’t know and I wish…I want to tell you, but I just…”

“You need time.” You stated brushing tenderly the tears, Wanda nodded and her lower lip quivered waiting for an answer.

You nodded allowing your arms to sneak around Wanda’s waist pulling her closer to you until you were hugging her comfortingly in your arms. Wanda let out a sob and buried her face on your neck allowing the gesture while her hole body tingled with anticipation.

“So, this means…I didn’t read wrong any of this?” You mumbled softly, “I am known for reading incorrectly into many situations, and I don’t…”

“You didn’t. But I’m not…I just…” Wanda hid herself in the crook of your neck. 

“Cool, that’s okay. Don’t worry, I can wait.” You took a deep breath wondering at what moment this outing became such a deep revelation. Having Wanda in your arms felt like heaven, and you really wished you didn’t need to let got.

“You can stay still, you know? I have a guest room and if you…agree to stay with me I will behave.”

This last part made Wanda giggled, she stepped back with her cheeks turned completely red.

“What if I tell you I may not behave myself?” She asked with a glint of mischief in her eyes, you opened and closed your mouth scratching the back of your head feeling the heat rush to your core.

“I would say, follow your heart?”

Wanda laughed leaning in to place a single kiss at the corner of your lips, you closed your eyes only to open them and find her looking at you.

“I think the guest room is okay.”

“Good, then…let’s go.”

That night as you rested on your bed, your eyes fixated on the ceiling you couldn’t stop thinking about the woman sleeping in the other room. Your heart swelled with affection, your mind replaying all that happened that day and how close you felt to Wanda. That day you had crossed one line, and if what Wanda needed it was time, you could give it to her without any issue; you had come to realize she was worth it of the wait. With a single smile on your face, you turned around and fall asleep. Tomorrow would be another day.

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Next Chapter: The Yule Ball is here! There is a Winter Festval everyone is enjoying and Wanda finally learns the meaning of family. Reader is determine to win her over, and Wanda is finally done waiting. There is a kiss, and some tragedy waiting to happen.

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: literally 11.6k of smut. #imnotsorry Dom!Crosshair, Dom!Tech, Soft!Hunter, Dom!Hunter, Soft!Wrecker, mating rituals, about dynamics, smut smut smut, and more smut, actually filth, I need to go to repent, biting, mentions of blood, aftercare is important...Anal.... hehe.

Announcement: I'm actually so sad to be writing this, but there's only going to be one more installation after this chapter. Ahhh it's been a ride, I started writing this halfway through season three and I miss the boys everyday. I just wanted to say that I'm so thankful for everyone and this community you guys all make my day everyday. I love interacting with you all and I appreciate it so much. I will be continuing to write so please submit anything your interested in my writing about (no matter for debauched) (no shame on my page bb) I'd love to get your requests for literally anything. Anyways, enjoy my friends and I can't wait to finish up pip's journey.

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Hunter held your hand as you two walked back inside the monastery. Your entire nervous system was beginning to finally settle, feeling his warm skin against your own. All you ever wanted was your alphas with you. You didn’t want to ever fight with Hunter ever again. 

When you made it back to the main hall, Tech and Wrecker were waiting eagerly where you left them, only to become even more excited at seeing you reconciling with Hunter. Wrecker practically threw the table aside to pick you up again and swing you around like his Lula.

You barked feeling him squish you and you vaguely heard Tech begging him to be gentle with you. When he set you down, Tech gently brought you into his chest pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as a silent apology for earlier. It was obvious they didn’t want to fight with you either. 

“Good to see you’re finally seeing things correctly.” Crosshair’s signature drawl made Hunter look up from where he stood.

Hunter scowled, “It was a lot to process all at once.” He couldn’t let his little brother challenge his ego. You had to stifle a giggle. 

Crosshair scoffed before smirking and looking down at you, “Told you.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully leaving the other three miffed. They had no clue as to what Crosshair was referring to. 

“Y/N! Can you come here and take a look at this?” Rex called to you from the center of the room. 

You trotted over to him settling to his left, “What’s up?” 

“We’ve been trying to make sense of this all night but we don’t know what it means.” Rex pulled up the hard drive from the holodisk. 

“It’s medical jargon and obviously that isn’t our speciality.” A Commander you didn’t recognize said from the other side of the table. He looked exhausted with sunken in eyes. His tattoos over his right eye was unfamiliar to you. 

Hunter’s voice cut in, “Well you’re in luck, Pip graduated top of her class from the Coruscant school of medicine.” 

You nodded feeling a little flushed at his nonchalant bragging. 

You took over the controls from Rex and started reading through the reports. 

The further you read, the more your eyes widened and your heart began to race from excitement. 

“What is it, Y/N?” Wrecker asked noting the way your body language changed suddenly.

You shook your head, “I can’t believe it…” 

Everyone stared at you. 

You looked up to face Rex and the other Commanders around the table, “Nala Se gave me the instructions on how to reverse the accelerated aging in clones.” 

Wrecker’s jaw nearly hit the floor. 

Tech pushed up his goggles and looked over your shoulder, “You mean to tell us that there is a way to alter the genetic structure in fully developed clone specimens?” 

You nodded and tilted your head up to look at your alpha, “Yeah. With this, you all could live very long healthy lives just like the nat-borns.” 

Everyone took a healthy pause taking in this information. You continued reading through the research along with Nala Se’s personal notes. This was a step by step in altering their genome.

Rex then turned to look at you, “What do you need in order to do this?” 

Hunter stepped forwards with a hand raised, “Wait a minute, I promised my mate she’s out of the fight. Rex, I know this is important but she’s already been through too much. I need to take her away from all of this. I have to keep her safe from the empire.” 

You stood up on your tip toes, “Wait! I know what I said, but if you’re right about this green place, what if we set up the homestead there and I can work on the research and be safe. There’s no reason why Rex couldn’t come to check-in.” You looked to your alpha, “Please Hunter. I would give anything to make sure I can spend the rest of my natural lifespan with you all.” 

“Is she talking about the planet in the outer rim?” Rex asked. 

Hunter nodded. 

Tech then looked up from his data pad, “There is ample room on the unmarked planet. We can build her a laboratory for her to conduct her research, and any of the clones who wish to live with us most certainly can. We can’t possibly be the only ones wanting to escape this war now that we have an opportunity.” 

You heard a few clones in the background agree. You knew the ones mated on Naboo would be more inclined to keep their omegas safe in a secure location far from the empire’s reaches. 

“It sounds like a plan to me.” Rex agreed, “Tiny, what supplies do you need to complete something like this?”

You looked to Rex and then to Tech, “It’s going to start with a trip to Bracca…”

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“Seven standard rotations.” Rex confirmed setting his chronometer to align with Tech’s. 

“I will send you the coordinates in a scrambled hex code once we arrive. We will be awaiting the supply vessels.” Tech looked to Rex,  “And due take the time to ensure everything on that list is onboard, we will be needing construction droids if we wish to build a larger scale community assuming you’ll be bringing the refugees.” Tech rattled on about the list you had drawn up. 

You tightened the jacket on one of your old uniforms as the boys loaded up the Marauder with all the supplies you’d need for the week on this new unmarked plant before Rex would be arriving. 

According to Hunter it rained often there, so you made sure your GAR issued uniforms were up to par for the weather ahead.

You counted the medical supplies along with enough rations to keep you all fed. 

Crosshair handed you a gun along with the side holster they had made for you all those moons ago. You slid into the leather straps and secured the belt around your waist. 

“How many rotations until we get to the coordinates?” You asked Hunter. 

“Two.” He kissed your cheek before grabbing another box of supplies. 

“Gonk! Gonk!” 

You squealed, “Gonky!” 

Wrecker carried the droid from the base’s charging port onboard making sure he was fully charged to keep you all comfortable on reserve energy for the next few days. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you spun around to be face to face with Commander Wolffe, “You better take care of those guys, alright little omega?” He smiled. 

You nodded dutifully, “You’re going to be coming too right?” 

He shrugged, “Unsure, I’ll meet you out there after the seven rotations to help get everything settled, but I think my fight might be with Rex. I can’t rest until I know all of our brothers are safe.” 

You nodded, “Well if that’s the case, can you do something special for me?” 

He raised a brow. 

“There’s a medic named Kix. Rex said he went missing before the end of the war. He was my only friend for a while during my first few days with the 501st. Can you please try to find him for me?” 

Wolffe nodded, “I’ll try my best.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled touching his shoulder. 

“You don’t get to leave without saying bye to us!” Bolt and Stunner came jogging over to tackle you with a hug. 

“Me too kid.” Grim walked up throwing himself on top making you giggle. 

“I thought you all were coming too!” 

“We are!” Stunner stood up, “But we gotta pick up all your things first!” 

“It’s only seven days!” 

Bolts shook his head, “Too long kid. We’re pack now!” 

“Huh?” You looked to Wolffe. 

He just closed his eyes and shook his head with a sigh, “Don’t even get me started.” 

“These two decided so.” Grim gestured to Bolts and Stunner, they smiled, “So naturally we all agreed.” 

You felt giddy, “Well thank you, and I look forward to seeing you all very soon.” 

They left you to make your way back to the Marauder to make your departure. 

As you crossed the landing platform, you saw Howzer speaking with some other soldiers. You felt your stomach drop slightly anticipating a disapproving glare, but you were surprised and relived to see him give you a friendly nod. You repeated the action watching his return to him conversation, leaving you climb the rest of the stairs to the Marauder and into your old quarters. 

Once inside you looked around suddenly feeling home. You breathed in the stinky air happy to feel something normal again. 

“The smell came back.” Echo groused. 

“I love it.” You sighed settling into your jump seat. 

He looked at you horrified but opted to ignore it while getting comfortable in the co-pilot seat. 

“I just finished crosscheck, we’re ready for takeoff.” Tech announced walking into the main galley. 

He placed a kiss on your cheek as he passed before finding his way into the pilot’s chair. 

Hunter pointed to the hatch, “Wrecker, shut the door and let’s get a move on.” 

Wrecker walked to the door hitting the locking mechanism. 

Crosshair came to sit next to you in the other jump seat, securing your harness before fixing his own. Once everyone was seated and secured, Tech began the take off sequence. You’ve never been more excited to hear the engines of the ship start up and that familiar rumble vibrate through the cabin. 

As the Marauder pulled away from the monastery, you watched the pink Teth skies turn into deep blackness as Tech flew you all through the planet’s atmosphere. 

“Almost at hyperspace cruising altitude.” He said steering the ship expertly to the hyperspace lanes. Once in place, he pushed the hyperspace lever sending the ship hurtling through the galaxy at high speed. 

You all jolted at the acceleration before the ship leveled out and you were cruising smoothly through empty space. 

You were giddy. For the past few hours the only thing you could think of was the green place. You hoped it was lush like Kaashyykk. 

Your daydreams were taking over you didn’t even register that Hunter was talking to you. 

“Mesh’la.” He said getting your attention. 

You looked up with wide eyes. 

Echo suddenly stood up, “I’m sure you all have a lot to catch up on,” grabbing a ration pack he headed for the back of the ship, “I gotta check something in the hyperdrive.” 

You watched him leave before turning back to your alphas with a questioning look. 

“Hunter asked what you were thinking about?” Crosshair repeated drawing little lines on your pant leg. You shivered as he teased his finger higher periodically. 

You were starting to feel something warm and low vibrating through the bond. 

You looked up to Hunter, “I was imagining what the green place looks like.” 

He smiled crossing his arms facing you. 

Wrecker cut in, “It’s beautiful Mesh’la, just like you!” 

“Awh, Wreck.” You smiled. 

“But thats not all that I, we, wanted to ask you.” Hunter looked to Tech. 

You looked at him with peaked interest. 

“We want to ask you how you feel about completing the bonds before we reach Zyphora.” Hunter said, his voice deepening. 

You felt the heat start to grow through the bonds, they were growing more turned on by the second. You too could feel your scent glands heating and radiating your pheromones through the air. 

“Y-You want to mate?” You stuttered feeling the heat in your cheeks and the hope rising in your chest.

Hunter smirked and tilted his head playfully. 

You noticed Wrecker’s sweet gaze and Tech’s heady eyes boring into you that sent a shiver down your entire body.

Crosshair interjected, “Right now?” 

Tech narrowed his eyes at his brother, “Problem?” 

Crosshair just looked at his twin, “It might be a little overstimulating for her having all three of you bite her.” He explained.

“Why is that?” Hunter challenged. That jealousy must be a genetic trait at this point.

Crosshair petted your knee, “She was so far into subspace when it happened.” He looked at you, “Just don’t bite her all at once.” 

Ever the protector. 

You looked back up at him questionably, “What’s subspace?” 

He smirked tugging at your lower lip with his thumb, “It means you’re so cock dumb you’re barely coherent.” 

Your face flushed immediately at his lewd wording. You heard Hunter chuckle darkly. 

Tech clarified, “That’s not the exact definition.” 

“She gets the point.” He wet his lip looking down at yours still under his thumb. 

“Is that alright with you Mesh’la?” Hunter softened his eyes getting your attention back on him, “Are you ready for that?” 

You took a deep breath trying to still your now racing heart, “Are you?” You could feel the wetness starting to gather in your panties. The heat uin the bond was starting to become unbearable, the simmering turning to boiling.

He chuckled, “You’re the only one for us ad’ika.” 

They nodded in agreement. 

You nodded too, “Then yes. I’m ready to be mated, Hunter.” 

You wish you had a recording of the look Hunter gave you. The adoration in his grey eyes made your insides flutter. 

“Aw yeah!” Wrecker flew up from his seat to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder bouncing you a few times making you squeal. 

“Okay, Wrek easy with her.” Hunter chastised standing up. 

Crosshair stood plucking the toothpick from his mouth and pointed it at his three brothers, “So how does this work. If one of you looses it, and tries to overwhelm her with a bite, I’m stunning you.” 

Tech stepped forwards, “I have a plan but we all have to agree.” 

Everyone looked to the analyst, “We go in age order, just like we agreed to months ago. We haven’t all been together since Mimban, so we’ll have to remember to stay in control if this is to work. We’ll give pip enough time to recover in between so she’s not overwhelmed.” He looked to Crosshair to make sure he was in approval. Crosshair gave him a pensive nod.  

“So then, Hunter first?” Wrecker asked squeezing your ass. You used your hands to perch yourself up on Wrecker’s shoulder blades to look at the others. 

Crosshair still looked a little hesitant and unsure. 

Hunter looked to his little brother, “Don’t worry Cross, we’ll be sweet with her.” He looked to you with a devilish smirk, “Right mesh’la?”

You fought back the whimper that threatened to escape your throat, but you couldn’t fight the pulsing in your core that nearly crumbled your resolve. Wrecker seemed to pick up on it and massaged the backs of your thighs making you even weaker under his strong hands. 

“Alright, since everything is settled.” Tech gestured for Wrecker to set you down. He gave your ass a loud spank before setting you down on the ship’s durasteel floor. 

You stood on wobbly feet letting Hunter steady you while Crosshair and Wrecker disappeared into the bunk to set up the mattresses again.

“C’mon Mesh’la.” Hunter placed his firm hands on your shoulders steering you into your old bunk. 

When the doors slid open to find the mattresses all pushed against one another just like on Mimban, you shuddered at the memory of all of their hands on you and the feeling of being knotted over and over for days on end and the delicious delirium that accompanies those memories. 

Crosshair coughed feeling the heat in his own face. He looked up at you with a playful look making you hide your own smile. He definitely saw that one through the bond.

Hunter spun you around to press a sudden kiss to your lips knocking the wind out of you. Then it was like something snapped inside you. The scents of all of your alphas in one location again was making you absolutely feral with need.

Without breaking the kiss, you started to scramble to remove Hunter’s armor, “Off,” You mumbled into his mouth reading for his shoulder latches to unclip the chest plates. 

“Someone’s eager.” Crosshair chuckled starting to remove his shirt and tossed it to the side before plopping down on the mattress to watch as his other brother started stripping. The sniper placed his blaster to the side with the switch set to stun just incase. 

Piece after piece began to fall to the ground in disgruntled piles as you continues to make out with Hunter practically tearing his clothing off. As much as you loved that teal henley you wanted to tear the offending thing to shreds.

Tech dimmed the lights inside the bunk as you pulled on his shirt revealing Hunter’s beautiful tanned and tattooed chest. You broke away to admire your sergeant as he pulled the fabric the rest of the way over his head before tossing into the pile with Crosshair’s. You audibly sighed before launching forwards to run your hands greedily over his entire smooth chest feeling every ridge of sinew muscle. 

Hunter started on his burgundy wrist wraps removing the material seductively slow, while your hands traveled south to start working on his leather holsters. 

“You all wear too much clothing.” You growled unclasping the weapons and letting them fall to the ground. 

They all chuckled at that knowing you were telling the truth. 

Then you attacked the closure of his pants. You remembered buying him these pants on Ord Mantell. You bought them because they made his ass look fantastic. You pulled the khaki colored fabric down revealing his black under clothes and the hardened length begging to be freed. 

You didn’t hesitate yanking them down to reveal his rock hard cock making both of you groan as you firmly grasped him and began pumping slowly to relieve the pressure you knew he must have been feeling. 

Then you felt hands on your back making their way down to your waist and you knew it was Tech from the feel of his fingers. 

First he peeled off your jacket forcing you to release Hunter making you whine as Hunter then moved to dispose of the remaining pants and boots situation. 

“I get to warm you up, little one.” Tech whispered in your ear making you shudder. 

He pulled at your shirt throwing it into the pile before he saddled up behind you and began removing your holster and pants too. His sensual hands traveled down your thigh and belly to release the clasp holding the leather around your leg before slipping the rest of the material from your waist. 

The other hand undid your pant button before pulling down the zipper frustratingly slow. Then his lithe fingers slid underneath the waist hand of your panties tracing small lines into your skin but not hitting the spot you really wanted him to go. Such a tease.

You squirmed into him, feeling the hardness of his cock underneath his boxers as well. 

Tech then used his hands to yank down your pants while Hunter pulled off your boots one by one. Together hey liberated you from the rest of your clothes except your little panties. 

Crosshair gave a satisfied groan as he settled into the mattress having to readjust his own cargos to be more comfortable, “Take it off Tech!” He drawled from the side. 

Your hands went behind you to rest against Tech’s thighs as his hands went to the thin waist band of the barely there material. 

You looked up to see Hunter’s hungry stare along with Wrecker’s, watching you from the center of the room. 

You struggled to breathe as Tech’s skilled fingers looped inside the band teasing everyone slightly by tugging on it playfully. 

“Tech!” You whined feeling the material teasing your frustrated clit making you pant. 

“Rip it off.” Hunter ordered with a husky voice that made you drip between your thighs. 

Tech leaned forwards and bent down to nuzzle your ear, “Yes, sarge.” 

In a flash, your panties were snapped in two as the offending material remained in Tech’s hands, “For Cross.” He tossed them at his twin who happily snatched them out of the air to keep with a sexy smile. 

Kark.

That kriffing panty snatcher.

You felt like you were going to faint if someone didn’t make you come soon. 

“Go to your alpha.” Tech smacked your butt, urging you forwards. 

You scrambled forwards not trusting your legs to hold you up as you practically threw yourself at Hunter. He happily brought you into his arms straddling you over his thin waist. 

He snaked his fingers through your hair and gripped the base tilting your head up for him to kiss again as you felt Tech settle in behind you pressing his sturdy weight onto your ass. 

“And I thought we’d need the lube.” Tech ran a finger up your folds making you squeal into Hunter’s mouth, “But our little omega is already soaked.” He settled into rubbing your clit which had you arching your back deeper into Hunter’s chest. 

“Fuck.” Crosshair bit out flopping onto his back with his arm thrown over his eyes. 

You all turned to look at him as he seemed to be feeling what you were feeling through the mate bond. 

“Interesting.” Tech said experimenting with various pressures to see the way you and Crosshair mirrored each other. 

“He can feel that through their mate bond?” Wrecker asked 

“It would appear so.” Tech analyzed while slipping a finger inside your sloppy hole making Crosshair thrust into the air. 

You mewled pushing your hips back into Tech while scooting backwards just enough to reach for Hunter’s boxers. You pulled down his waist band and leaned forwards to lick his tip making him buck and lean back to give you room. You worked down the fabric just a bit further so you could wrap your lips around his length before sinking down on him taking him inside your waiting mouth. 

“Fuck ‘mega.” Hunter growled fisting your hair to guide you along his length. 

Tech continued his ministrations adding a second finger before adding a third. 

“Good girl.” He began scissoring his fingers to open you up. 

You bobbed your head against Hunter taking him as deep as you could possibly go without choking. 

“Atta girl.” He praised rubbing your cheek feeling himself inside your mouth. You fluttered around Tech making the pilot scoff, “She likes that.” 

“Likes what?” Hunter asked with a teasing smirk and a head tilt. 

“A praise from her Sarge.” Crosshair gruffed trying to keep himself under control despite feeling your pleasure radiating through your shared bond. 

You squeezed Tech’s fingers again as he pulled out to your dismay. 

You and Crosshair took a deep breath feeling the pleasure dissipate and your bodies calm once again. You kept Hunter in your mouth until he decided he couldn’t wait any longer to claim you despite how good your heavenly mouth feels on him. 

Sitting up, Hunter pulled your greedy mouth away from his length before shifting you both around, until he had you pinned beneath him. You whined craving something in your mouth while Hunter spread your legs. 

Crosshair grumbled, “She wants your cock in her mouth.”

You looked at him shocked that he would know that. He just looked smug in return. The damn bond…

“Later, omega.” Hunter replied grabbing your chin and redirecting you to look at him, “Promised I’d be sweet with you, little one…You ready Mesh’la?” He asked lining himself up with your swollen and clenching core. 

“Yes alpha.” You nodded eagerly making him smile. 

He surged forwards slowly entering you with a slight stretch. Hunter was thick and you cried out as he bottomed out inside you. He bent forwards until he was leaning over you on his elbows caging you in under his firm muscular body, totally encircling you with his warmth. 

“Gonna make you mine ‘mega.” He grumbled into your skin.

You clung onto his biceps as he began a slow a gentle pace getting you warmed up to being fucked faster. 

You cried out feeling him drag along your needy walls feeling every ridge and bump of him as he started to pick up the pace. 

When he felt your cunt relax and finally adjust to his size, he sat up placing a hand on your belly as he thrusted quicker. You bounced on his cock and reached up to run your hands over his abs and tattoo loving the way his muscles flexed in order to fuck you. Hunter was so hot it made your mind turn to mush.

You loved his possessive hand on your belly, you could feel him rubbing even more intently inside you as he applied that delicious pressure.

Your cries and moans filled the room as the two of you brought one another true pleasure… but something was missing. 

You cracked your eyes open to see the way Crosshair leaned against the wall stroking himself trying to breathe through the sensations he was receiving. He locked eyes with you feeling your desires morph into something darker. 

Then you looked to Tech who leaned a shoulder against the wall next to Crosshair. He watched you with hawk eyes behind his goggles showing off his height and sinew muscles. 

You clenched around Hunter clawing at his abdomen making his growl and lean forwards to tend to you. You stuck out your neck and mewled just like you did with Crosshair trying to tempt him into biting you. The omega in you was beginning to beg to be claimed. You were starting to need it more than oxygen. You wanted Hunter to take you. Make true on his promise, and claim you. Make you his. 

He nuzzled the spot where he planned to sink his teeth in, teasing you. You whined and wrapped your arms around his neck to claw at his back trying to portray your desperation for him. 

“Please alpha!” You whimpered pushing your neck into his mouth.

He ignored you and continued to thrust rocking the two of you closer to completion, but you wanted more… You needed the hunter… The wildness only Hunter could channel. 

A new rebellious streak you didn’t entirely recognize with Hunter seemed to itching its way up your neck. 

Bratting was only something you did with Crosshair and Tech, but you couldn’t seem to help yourself. 

You huffed locking your legs around his waist to urge him to be rougher with you, but it wasn’t working. He was too responsible and he had promised Crosshair to be gentle… kark. 

You looked to Crosshair who shot you a challenging look. He raised a brow almost daring you to do something bad. 

You looked back to Hunter forcing him to look down at you. You brought your hand up to his cheek looking deeply into his eyes with affection. They were soft and full of love, but you ached to see that darker side of him you hadn’t seen since Mimban. 

It was becoming a need not a want. You wanted him to let go of his control. 

With a devilish smirk on your lip, he looked down at you almost confused, before the hand on his cheek went to his neck and you roughly flipped the two of you over with a thump. 

You pinned him by his neck before you started riding him with no abandon. Leaning down, you snagged his mating gland between your fangs making him snap at your attempt at dominating him. 

With a snarl, he ripped you off of him and threw you to the side before he flipped you onto your stomach where he barely pulled up your ass to mount you again. You felt the air press out of you from his weight and the slide of his cock punching inside you again. 

“Alpha!” You cried out taking his brutal thrusts with a satisfied shit eating grin on your face. 

“What a bad girl.” Crosshair chided with a smirk. You looked up at him. 

He just smirked and looked to Hunter, “Poor Sarge was trying to be sweet with you little girl, and this is how you thank him?” 

Tech raised a brow and crossed his arms, “Look at her. Smiling and all after being so ungrateful.” 

“Brat.” Crosshair watched his eldest brother absolutely fuck you into the mattress. 

“Brat.” Tech repeated in confirmation. 

Kark. 

The look on their faces told you they were conspiring. You were karked. 

Hunter however, leaned down to fist your hair and wrench your head up almost painfully, “Is that right Mesh’la? You want me to be rough with you? Fuck you like a disobedient little whore?” 

“Fuck!” You moaned at his lewd words. You felt yourself get even more wet making the squelching sound take over the room as Hunter abused your cunt. 

“Seems like she likes being fucked like a whore.” Tech smirked pushing up his glasses.

“Ahh!” You held onto the sheets for dear life, but Hunter grabbed both of your wrists and locked them behind your back in his firm fist and pulled you up so you were ass up as he pounded into you at a ridiculously hard pace. The sound of his muscular thighs slapping against your own was making your brain short circuit. 

“Ahh! Hunter!” You cried into the mattress feeling the uncontrollable drool start to wet the mattress under your face as you bit the sheets. 

“Now I see why Crosshair mated you.” Hunter snarled into the back of your neck, “Just can’t control yourself can you?” 

“Please Hunter!” You begged, you could feel yourself nearing the precipice but you just needed that last little bit of stimulation to get you there. 

“Tell him what you want, omega.” Tech ordered. 

You whimpered before turning your head to look at Hunter from the corner of your eye, “Please touch me alpha, please!” 

“I don’t think she deserves to cum.” Crosshair crossed his arms now standing next to his twin. 

You whipped your head around to look at him with pleading eyes. 

“Please!” You cried out, “I’ll be good I promise! I’m sorry!” 

“You’ll behave for Tech and Wrecker?” Crosshair raised a skeptical brow. 

You nodded your head vigorously hoping they’d take mercy on you. 

“Fuck I can smell you getting wetter mesh’la.” Hunter growled out pushing his nose into your hair and inhaling your scent like a fucking animal. He reached down sliding his fingers between your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing small precise circles. Hunter nearly choked when you clamped down on his throbbing cock with a vice like grip.

“Swear you’ll behave little one.” Crosshair reminded you. 

“I swear!” You cried out rutting into Hunter’s touch. 

Crosshair hummed and you were lost in Hunter’s presence again. Back before the events on Mimban, you had often fantasized about Hunter chasing you down in the woods. It was one of your favorite little late night fantasies.  Letting him unleash his true wild side and have his way with you like a little prey animal caught in the predator’s jaws. It always made you cum on your fingers without much effort.

You could feel Hunter slip into his alpha side as he yanked you up further and kicked your knees apart forcing you to spread and arch for him even more. He put you into the most submissive position for an omega, making you nearly cum on the spot. Fuck he was rough when he wanted to be.

“Hunter!” You yelped as he used his free hand to push your neck down into the mattress and holding you there as he stroked you impossibly deep with his throbbing cock like he was trying to breed you. You were certain he was reaching your cervix making you squirm. 

He growled and bent forwards snagging your unmarked shoulder gland with his fangs before leaning forwards and sinking his teeth in making you both groan. When the skin broke and the alpha’s venom began to seep in, your entire body spasmed with an explosive orgasm before going entirely lax under Hunter as the bond snapped into place with a blinding fire sensation. It wasn’t the same as bring under the influence of the SRA, but damn, did it feel like heaven. You were certain your ears were ringing as your body thrummed.  

The sergeant collapsed on top of you, blood dripping down his chin, still throbbing inside you as he pumped his cum deep inside your walls. 

You both sagged into the mattress still connected together trying to find yourselves. You purred as he pulled you into his chest wrapping a protective arm around you. 

Crosshair smiled seeing his brother happy, and feeling the contentment of another piece of your soul righting it self between the two of you. 

Wrecker grabbed a nearby blanket and draped it over the two of you as you both returned from the bliss of post-mating. Hunter’s chest raised and lowered aggressively being sedated by his orgasm finally. His wildness, for now, had tampered down.

Tech knelt over you both grabbing his pen light to flash it into your eyes to check for responsiveness. When he was satisfied you were still conscious, just swimming in post fucking endorphins. He settled back with Crosshair waiting for you both to become coherent again. 

~

“I told you, it sends you to subspace.” Crosshair said watching Hunter come back first, blinking rapidly trying to understand the new sensations swirling inside him. Crosshair could feel the delirium, dulled, but still present in you. He watched you carefully curled into Hunter’s side trying to regain your normal breathing.

“It’s the alpha venom and mate bond.” Tech info dumped, “The chemicals Hunter released into her blood stream makes her docile. It’s an evolutionary response, so the omega is too tired to leave the alpha and the alpha is too tired to leave the seeded omega. It’s to ensure impregnation to further the species.” Tech nodded, “And to ensure she’s pregnant.” 

Crosshair looked at his twin wondering how in the hells he remembers all this stuff. 

You wriggled around making a cooing noise forcing Hunter to lean over to tend to you. He ran his fingers over your flushed cheek with a soft smile giving you soothing little pecks and touches.

“What’s she doing?” Wrecker asked watching you get fussy again under Hunter.

“She needs to complete the bond.” Tech said, “It’s her instincts making her restless.” 

Hunter heard his brother, and flopped onto his back pulling you on top of him. You straddled him and leaned forwards mouthing at the same place you teased him before. This time, he tilted his head to the side allowing you to have access to one of the most vulnerable parts on his person. You licked a stripe up the gland gathering his scent in your nose before pressing your incisors to the sun kissed skin and biting down harshly like a little rancor. 

You broke skin and he couldn’t help but yelp as you licked and sucked at the wound cooing quietly. He nearly had to pull you off, before he too felt a sense of utter exhaustion as the sensation spread through his overstimulated body. He cursed quietly settling into the blankets. 

“And that would be the omega venom making him too tired to leave the seeded omega.” Tech watched diligently, “Fascinating.”

You wriggled on top of Hunter softly grinding against his thick thigh as he rubbed your hip soothingly as you both came down from the mating high. 

“Ad’ika, how are you feeling?” Crosshair checked in with you. 

You sat up groggily looking at your other mate, “I’m feeling good Cross.” You smiled looking a little loopy. He could sense the endorphins in your system and looked to Tech, “I think she’s alright to continue.” 

“Good.” Tech bent down to the mattress and grabs your ankle to yank you down to him and off of his older brother. 

You squealed as you slid towards the other twin. 

Hunter just lay still feeling lethargic as the mating bond sealed in place in his body, taking over his entire nervous system momentarily. Crosshair watched him for a moment recognizing the feeling. Hunter groaned and covered his eyes with his forearm letting the sensations take over. 

“Because someone’s been very, very naughty.” Tech knelt down between your ruined legs spreading your legs to cage in his hips. You whined feeling his calloused hands make their way up your thighs, then your ribs, then finally one squeezed your tit while the other wrapped around your neck and she applied enough pressure to make you moan. 

You squirmed under your other alpha, enjoying Tech’s calculated roughness. 

“Egging Hunter on until he turned feral on you,” Tech clicked his tongue disapprovingly, “When he was trying to be so gentle with you.” 

You whimpered looking up at Tech. He ran a tongue over his left fang looking down at you with a hunger you had never seen before. You itched with greed to feel it pierce your skin again. 

With a moment of contemplation, he released you and sat up, “Present, omega.” 

Stunned, you stared up at him owlishly. He wants you to… present? You felt a rush of heat throughout your entire body. 

You whined baring your neck submitting to him, hoping he’d accept that…

But this was Tech, he just raised a brow and crossed his arms waiting for you to behave properly. 

You sat up and flipped over onto your hands and knees before lowing your head to the mattress showing off your cum covered pussy to him. You widened your knees and arched as prettily as possible hearing Crosshair let out a low whistle from the side. 

Wrecker groaned, “That was hot.” 

You felt your cheeks redden again the longer Tech took to move. You felt extremely exposed, but also extremely turned on.

 His silence was making you anxious as you tried your hardest to hold still for him. But you couldn’t hold back the anticipatory shakes that started to settle into your system begging for him to do something soon. You were about to beg for anything, even just a touch. You needed Tech in a way you had never needed him before. 

Never had you presented for an alpha… ever… The instincts in you told you to arch as far as possible to meet his approval, but that wasn’t necessary.  Tech finally reached forwards trailing a knuckle through your dripping entrance making you nearly spasm from sensitivity. 

He tutted behind you, before stroking your clit making you jump in his grasp, “I’m going to let Wrecker have his turn and you’re going to be very, very good for him omega.” He teased your hole with the tip of his finger making you bite your tongue, “Then you’re mine to have my way with, little one… Someone needs to teach you manners.” 

You swallowed nervously making Crosshair chuckle, “She understands.” 

“I thought it was your turn, Tech.” Hunter groaned sitting up on his elbows to find you bent over at his feet and he looked down the slope of your back.

“I want to take my time with her.” He stood up leaving you arched and alone on the mattress, “Go on, Wrecker.” 

You squeaked feeling his massive hands encapsulate you and pluck you up from the mattress before tossing you in front of him. You bounced a few times on the mattress before he rolled you onto your back positioning you how he wished.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

“On your back, like a good little omega.” Crosshair sneered crossing his arms to face his twin. 

“Make Wrecker cum and we’ll lessen your punishment for being a brat.” Tech instructed. 

You nodded eagerly, not wanting to disappoint them. You were also a little terrified of the two of them being together again. The had edged you so many times on Mimabn you had broken down in tears when they finally let you cum. You really didn’t want to go through that again any time soon.

“Don’t worry ‘mega.” Wrecker smiled, “I’ll take care of you.” He must have sensed your trepidation. 

“I know, alpha.” You smiled grasping onto his massive biceps with a giddy smile. 

Tech snorted from the other side of the room. He really doubted that you could override your omega instincts and behave. When you looked up at them, you gasped. Tech turned to face Crosshair obviously discussing your punishment sending a shiver down your spine.

You felt Wrecker chuckling above you before he grabbed your left wrist. He brought it up between the two of you, “I’m going to mark you here ‘mega. Is that alright?” He thumbed your glad making you shiver with lust and effectively distracted you from his conniving brothers. 

You nodded, “Should I bite your left, or your right, alpha?” You asked watching his thumb slide against your skin, “Should we match?” 

“Yeah baby, Let’s match.” He smiled down at you. 

You shimmied under him trying to make his hips flushed with yours. His heavy cock swung back and forth between you before he settled it against your belly, hot and thick. You gasped seeing how far it would be inside you from this position, reaching your bellybutton, butterflies fluttered through your entire body realizing how much you’d have to stretch to take him. 

“Are you stretched enough, pip?” He asked rutting his thick cock through your slippery folds teasing you with little bits of stimulation. 

“Yes, alpha.” You answered sweetly. 

“Are you sure?” He looked down for a moment, “I don’t wanna hurt you.” 

You spread your legs as far as possible and brought your knees up and grabbed the back of your knees, “I promise, alpha.” 

“Atta girl.” He angles himself to push his fat tip to your dripping hole. He rubbed it back and forth gathering the remaining cum Hunter had pumped you full of before pushing forwards and filling you with his hot and thick cock. 

Hunter’s cum squelched out the sides as Wrecker filled you to the absolute brim. 

You cried out making the others turn to watch as Wrecker made a couple small experimental thrusts. 

You held onto him for dear life abandoning the grip on your knees to dig your nails into his arms as he stretched you to your limits. Fuck it has been a while since you’ve done this with him.

 He felt like a knot just like this, it made you shudder like a leaf beneath him. 

He reached down running his thumb between your legs to rub your clit slowly making your cries turn into sweet mewls as pleasure surged through you both. 

Both Hunter and Crosshair groaned feeling the bond and they watched you closely as Wrecker very carefully, fucked you to another orgasm. 

“Make him cum, Omega.” Crosshair tutted from the corner. 

You whined looking up at your two alphas for approval. The twins both cross-armed, mirroring one another, as they discussed you with straight faces.

You looked back to Wrecker who smiled down at you. His weight on top of you felt delicious. You ran your hands over your belly feeling him rocking inside of you before you trailed them up his sides and back. You traced over some of his old battle scars before reaching his neck. You tickled your nails over his mating gland making him twitch inside you with a shudder. 

“Fuck, pretty girl.” He murmured into your collarbones. 

You bit your lip before wrapping your hands around his head giving him the hint you wanted him to kiss you. 

He did. 

When he pressed his lips to yours, you deepened it, sliding his tongue against your own in a wet messy kiss. 

He huffed into your mouth and whimpered feeling his orgasm approach. You felt the changes and clenched down as best as you could fighting off your own climax to obey Tech and Crosshair to the best of your ability. 

When Wrecker was finally feeling himself fall over the edge, he grabbed your left wrist and brought it to his mouth where you felt his incisions pinch the skin. You did the same grabbing his arm and brought it to your mouth before he growled and stilled inside you before sinking down into your flesh. 

You howled throwing your head back and arched aggressively into Wrecker’s chest when you came violently from the mating bite. His thickness making you squirt all over the place and his cock. He moaned in satisfaction loving that he always got that reaction from you. 

It was his favorite. 

When you both finally came down, he flopped to the side, sliding out of you with a squelch before he could crush you. You laid there closing your eyes feeling absolutely boneless as the world began to slip away into a hazey cozy mist. 

You barely registered Hunter’s arms under you sliding you over the mattress and Tech checking your vitals with your kit scanner. You just felt fuzzy and warm inside, hearing Tech mumble something about the mating venom again.

You hummed and curled into Hunter’s chest rubbing your face into his scent searching for the comfort of your alpha. 

You felt something being pressed to your lips and you fluttered your eyes open to see Crosshair holding your tooka mug to your mouth urging you to drink with his slightly anxious expression.

When you finally responded to them, you were showered with a series of praises and good girl’s. Then you faded back into the bliss. 

~

“She needs rest.” Hunter rumbled rubbing your skin and covering the both of you in a blanket. 

“Is she okay?” Wrecker’s concern was evident. He was trying his best to fight against his own drowsiness. 

“She’s okay.” Crosshair explained, “Just probably a lot of toxins in her blood. She’ll need a bit to go back to normal. I can feel her through the bond.” 

“Wrecker may have had a larger dose given his size and their size difference.” Tech reasoned, “She’s very docile.” He was right, you were floppy. Similar to when Crosshair gave you too much pain numbing on Mimban. Hunter could feel how relaxed your muscles were under his own. 

“She looks how she did during her heat.” Hunter soothed you with gentle touches, watching you purr and gently respond to his fingers on your skin. You would preen quietly before trying to mouth at his skin.

“Let’s give her a few minutes and flush her system.” Tech decided letting Hunter cradle you, “I don’t want to overwhelm her.” 

~

You felt so safe and snuggled up against Hunter’s warm chest. He breathed smoothly as he and the others had drifted off to sleep for a quick cat nap. 

You had awakened a little later still feeling blissed out from the two mating bites. 

As you felt yourself starting to return to normal, you couldn’t help but trace the dark lines on Hunter’s pectorals. Alpha was so strong. You admired the hardness of his battle conditioned body and the spicy scent radiating from his skin. He reminded you of the sun. 

You couldn’t help yourself, you leaned forwards licking a stripe up his collarbone to his neck. Your alpha stirred in his sleep snuggling you closer with his warm arms. You purred and repeated the action licking over his pec, trying to get his scent further in your nose. 

“Mmm mesh’la.” His voice was even more gruff as you woke him. 

He kept his eyes closed, sighing as you continued to press heated kisses to his skin. 

You heard Crosshair and Wrecker stir on the mattresses beside you, no doubt sensing you both through the bonds. 

When you poked your head up from the blanket cocoon Hunter had you wrapped in, you noticed Tech reclined leisurely, sitting with his data pad, reading something casually with his sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips. You felt your blood start to heat and your core begin to stir the longer you looked at your tall alpha. His sharp hip bones and v-lines accentuated by the light of his screen made you lick your lips.

His skin was taut around his lean muscles just like Crosshair and it was making you swoon. The star map charts tattooed all over his right shoulder and ribs was beginning to make you pant. Gods he was beautiful. All your alphas are, but Tech is unique in his sharpened beauty. 

Hunter shuffled under you, running his nose through your hair before sitting up slightly to lean against a pile of your neatly folded nesting blankets propping you both up. 

“What’s got you all flustered, sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear.

He looked in the direction he had caught you staring and smirked, “Oh, is it Tech?” 

Tech stopped typing on his data pad for just a moment seeming to be responding to his name, but he didn’t look over. He then continued on like nothing was amiss. 

You nodded before rubbing your nose affectionately against Hunter’s cheek. 

The sergeant situated you so your back was pressed to his front. He kept the blanket around you two and you let your head lull into the base of his neck. 

Tech then stretched a bit, flexing his abs while he reached above him. Then he tilted his neck from side to side cracking his bones. You began to pant seeing his glands just right there in front of you just begging for you to lick and touch. You swallowed thickly.  

Hunter chuckled quietly, “Poor little omega, three alphas not enough for you Ori’Sol?” 

You sucked in a breath as his hand slid over your ribs and down your belly, parting your leg and swinging it over his own knee keeping you spread open for him. 

“I wonder how he’s going to take you, little one.” Hunter whispered in your ear trailing his finger tips teasingly back down your leg to your core. He briefly dipped into your hole making you squirm as his fingers then found your clit and he began rubbing slow steady circles, “Think, he’ll take you on your back? Just like Wrek? Or make you present for him again. Keep it traditional?” 

You moaned quietly getting flustered at Hunter’s words. You tucked your head further into him feeling your cheeks turn a ruby hue. 

“Yeah, you liked that huh?” Hunter nibbled your ear making your skin break out in goosebumps, “You like when we’re dominant with you? Put you in your place mesh’la?” 

You nodded feeling his fingers apply a little more pressure making you bite your lip to not make a sound. 

You started to squirm, clenching around nothing, making Hunter inhale, “I can smell your close little one.” He smirked and licked at his mating mark on your neck making you jolt, “Wanna get you nice and ready to take Tech, you’re going to need it sweet thing.” You shuddered feeling the pleasure begin to precipice. 

“Fuck, I heard what he and Cross have in store for you baby, I can’t wait to see you.” 

You whined baring down on his hand canting your hips. 

“Hmm. Little thing can’t seem to get enough, huh?” Crosshair’s raspy sleep ridden voice made you clench and arch against Hunter’s chest. 

“What a greedy girl.” He chided slipping around to your front where he peeled your blanket off exposing you to his greedy eyes. 

He hummed in approval before reaching forwards to trace the opening of your dripping cunt. He surged forwards pushing two fingers inside you while Hunter still rubbed your clit steadily. You yelped as Crosshair set similar pace bringing you to completion. 

You strained against Hunter’s thighs, but he out muscled you, keeping you pried open as the touches were becoming more and more overstimulating by the second.

“Look here, pretty girl.” Wrecker’s voice and touch surprised you, as he dragged your chin over to face him. He leaned forwards bringing you into a searing kiss that threw you over the cliff into a numbing orgasm. 

Your voice cracked as you moaned out and shuddered in Hunter’s lap. 

“Good girl.” Hunter praised, “Such a good girl for us.” 

He kept his slow touches as the other two withdraw making you twitch and spasm in his lap as you heard Tech finally rise and set down his data pad. 

You struggled to keep your eyes open despite the overstimulating touches that Hunter continued to make not wanting to miss a second of Tech’s mating. You watched as Tech nodded to Crosshair who disappeared from the room while Tech made his way over to you. 

He bent one knee to get on your level before he grasped your chin in his fingers, “Are you going to be a good girl, Y/N?” 

You swore your heart skipped a beat. You nodded. 

“Use your words.” Tech replied. 

You swallowed thickly trying to find your voice, “Yes, alpha.” 

“Good.” Tech released you and moved to shed his sweats from his body. He was bare underneath sending a fresh wave of slick to your core. Hunter relished in the squelching wetness as he began to finger you now just like Crosshair had. 

“Is she ready?” Tech asked Hunter who just smirked and responded with a yup.

Tech settled on the mattress leaning back on his hands. He gestured for you to come, which you obeyed immediately. Hunter released you and you crawled on your hands and knees over to your waiting alpha. 

“I want you to ride me, omega.” He said and you licked your lips looking at his hard and dripping cock. You so badly wanted him in your mouth, to taste his precum, but you knew better than to push him anymore. 

You looked at him pleadingly, “Yes, sir.” 

You heard Hunter and Wrecker move across the room where they reclined against the spare blankets and pillows watching as Tech maneuvered you over him. You reached down grasping his firm length and brought it to your core where you wiggled down until he was breaching your entrance. You bit back a groan as he took hold of your hips and guided you down onto him fully. 

You mewled at the stretch finding him just as long as Crosshair as he nudged your cervix.

“Go on, ad’ika.” He urged and you happily started your bouncing. Placing your hands on his tanned pecs, you felt his taut skin under your own, making you impossibly hotter. He ran a hand up to your neck where he grasped you and dragged you down closer to press a kiss to your lips. 

You hungrily returned the gesture letting him slip his tongue inside your mouth and explore. 

The door to the room whooshed open and Crosshair returned making you giddy that he was going to be watching you ride Tech too. You adored the way his sharp eyes took in every detail about you, it was exhilarating. 

He seemed to sense this through the bond and smiled at you mischievously. You turned to look at him with a raised brow before Tech snatched your attention back by your chin. 

“Focus, omega.” 

You doubled down not watching to displease him and continued to bounce up and down. He slid a hand up between your breasts before settling on the right one and squeezing. He teased your nipple with his thumb making you stutter in your actions just slightly before resuming your pace. 

His hand then continued back up to your neck where he grasped you firmly, “Come here.” He guided you down to press your chest against his, as his other hand wrapped around your back stilling your movements firmly. 

Tech then began to thrust upwards making you moan into his skin and claw at his chest as he drove impossibly deep inside you from below.

“You may begin, Cross.” Tech said making you want to whip your head around to look, but he kept you pinned. Tech slowed his movements down to a very, very shallow thrust that had you itching for more and anxious to see what Crosshair was up to behind your field of vision.

Then from somewhere behind you, you heard a click and a gooey squirt noise before you felt the mattress dip behind you. 

Then a cold finger pressed up against your ass making you squirm away against Tech. 

“Relax, omega.” Crosshair cooed squirting more gel onto your ass making you cry out. 

Oh fuck. 

You couldn’t believe this. 

Was this… 

Kark.

Crosshair was going to fuck your ass… 

Kriff. 

You stilled nearly entirely as he began to massage the tight ring of muscle protesting against the new intrusion. 

“I can feel you clenching, relax little one.” Crosshair gently corrected. 

“Tech?” Your voice raised in worry. 

He just looked up at you, “Do what Crosshair says, and you’ll be alright sweet thing. He’ll make sure you feel really, really good.” Clearly you weren’t getting out of this one.

You looked to Hunter and Wrecker for assurance. Hunter gave you a reassuring nod and Wrecker looked mesmerized at the site in front of him like it was nasty holoporn. But this was real, Crosshair and Tech were going to fucking you at the same time, and in the ass. 

Fuck. This was the punishment for trying to mess with Hunter. You flustered at how excited Hunter had sounded earlier. He was waiting to watch this, and you could feel it through the bond. He too was glued to the sight in front of him. 

You took a deep anxious breath before willing yourself to relax. Tech’s continuous thrusts helped a bit as Crosshair breached your hole gently with his trigger finger just gently testing you.

You bit down on your own hand feeling the foreign stretch. It was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was a mix of pain and pleasure that had you vibrating in Tech’s hold as he kept up his rocking pace. 

You were recalling Crosshair’s promise to you back on that base in Naboo. Clearly he hadn’t forgotten, and neither had you. Crosshair wanted to claim something else of yours tonight too, and now you knew what that would be…

“Good girl, keep breathing.” The sniper praised using his other hand to massage the flesh of your ass, spreading you even wider. 

“I can feel you inside her.” Tech narrated and thrusted a little harder. His words had you moaning and producing slick like you were in heat at the thought of Tech’s cock feeing Crosshair massaging your insides.

Crosshair added a second finger making you arch your back and groan. The feeling was so strange, but you didn’t want him to stop no matter now intense.

He began to scissor his fingers stretching you even further before adding a third making you cry out again. 

Fuck it felt big, even though it wasn’t even his cock yet. You swore under your breath knowing that was going to be even bigger. 

Something was communicated between the twins because Tech then moved to gather both of your wrists together in his hand as Crosshair shuffled behind you. Another sound of the lube squirting from the bottle had you trembling as Crosshair applied a heaping amount to himself before squirting more onto your puffed up hole. You whimpered again feeling the cold before it was replaced with the searing heat of his cock tip. 

His tip rubbed up against the relaxed entrance making you suck in a deep breath. The anticipation was absolutely killing you. 

“Take him, pip.” Tech ordered looking down at you as he pinned you to him. 

Crosshair surged forwards sliding inside and breaching your entrance, effectively taking your anal virginity. 

You cried out and hissed as he pushed forwards wanting to metaphorically rip the bandage off and get the worst of it over with. 

Fuck he’s big. 

And fuck it was a damn stretch.

Your voice cracked again as he sunk in even deeper making Tech have to wrangle you a bit to keep you flat and relaxed and your ass on display for his twin. 

“Fuck you’re tight mesh’la.” Crosshair groaned placing both hands on your hips to grip you.

You felt Tech’s free hand slither between your legs to rub at your clit sending delicious pleasure through your body as Crosshair finally sunk in to the hilt.

All three of you took a deep breath at the sensation of finally all being together. You could only imagine what your mated alphas were feeling through the bond as you adjusted to the new sensation of double penetration. 

“She’s even tighter like this.” Tech kept rubbing you until your hips began to grind against both of them. 

“So beautiful Y/N,” Crosshair’s hand ran against your spine making you preen into their touch, “I told you this would be mine.” He leaned forwards tapping your ass cheek, and teasing his mark on your neck with his teeth making you shudder.

Tech and Crosshair gave you a moment to get used to them both being inside you at the same time, before they both began to test out their experimental thrusts. 

You moaned feeling the two of them moving at their own pace inside you. It was a sensation you couldn’t even have imagined without experiencing it first hand. You felt unbelievably full. A fullness you couldn’t describe. It was glorious and actual omega’s wet dream.

You mewled as Tech resumed his more aggressive pace while Crosshair slowly began to match up with his twin’s. Where ever they might be, the battle field for the bedroom, they always managed to fall in line and work together as a team.

Once he was certain you were alright, Crosshair kept pace with Tech making you nearly scream with pleasure as they fucked you full. 

“Oh fuck!” You moaned out into the room struggling against Tech’s grip as pleasure over took your senses. 

Having two cocks inside you felt like heaven. You couldn’t imagine ever not feeling this full again. Something triggered the most deepest parts of your omega brain at the sensation and you felt yourself absolutely submit to them, letting them have their way with you. 

You felt boneless in their grasp. You didn’t even move when Tech released you to grab at your waist to thrust harder into you. 

“Such a good girl,” He moaned into your ear and you purred in response letting him fuck up into you, “letting Cross have your ass like a perfect obedient little omega.” 

Crosshair slid his hand up your spice again before dragging his fingers into your scalp. You felt his grip the base of your strands before pulling you up to be flush against his chest. You cried out at the change of angles feeling them even more viscerally inside you. You pawed at the air before gripping onto Crosshair’s arms as he held you up to fuck you harder. 

“Hmm,” Hunter smirked from the side where he watched, “I think she like’s being fucked in the ass. Isn’t that right sweetheart?” 

You moaned but Crosshair wasn’t having it. He used his grip on your head to face you towards his brother, “Use your words to address your Sergeant.” 

You whimpered and struggled to not babble, “Y-Yes, sir.” 

“Yes, sir what?” Crosshair snarled. 

“Yes, sir. I love being fucked in the ass.” You cried out squeezing at Crosshair’s forearms. Tech chuckled darkly from below you.

Crosshair huffed, “Say you're sorry for taking advantage of Hunter’s kind consideration.” 

“I-I’m s-sorry Sergeant for taking advantage o-of your kind c-consideration.” You babbled trying to look at Hunter but it was impossible. You felt your resolve dissolving by the second. 

“Are you still going to be a brat?” Crosshair punctuated his words with particularly hard thrusts that had you clenching down on both of them. Tech’s fingers on your clit still hadn’t let up making you absolutely dumb with pleasure. 

“No, Sir. I won’t be a brat!” You whimpered leaning into Crosshair’s hold as your head started feeling too heavy to hold up yourself. 

Tech snorted, “I’ll believe that when I see it.” 

Crosshair smirked before releasing your head to flop back down against Tech’s chest. 

You sighed absolutely turning to mush as they continued to pummel you. You heard yourself babbling against tech muttering filth and nonsense as you drooled on Tech’s skin. 

“I think we fucked her stupid,” Crosshair bent down to look at your face, “is our omega a little cock dumb whore?” 

He heard you whimper and mutter something that sounded like an agreement making him smirk with satisfaction, “Fuck.” He choked out feeling himself near his end. 

“Gonna fill this ass with my cum sweetheart.” Crosshair leaned down biting into your neck again agitating his mark making you clench down on Tech making him groan and fidget. 

Crosshair made a deep grunt sound before his hips stuttered and you felt a rush of heat filling your insides. He came, pumping his seed deep inside you feeling the way Tech was still moving inside you. He had to pull out suddenly from overstimulation and stumbled backwards to catch his breath. 

“Fuck.” He sighed in contentment. You could feel like pleasure and satisfaction through the bond making you purr. You preened at the thought of pleasing your alpha in this way. 

Tech then grunted again and you cracked open your eyes to see the sweat gathering on his skin giving him an etherial glow as he fucked you. You laid your head back down on his chest letting him have his way with you, before he suddenly flipped you both over wanting a different angle. 

You yipped, being pressed into the mattress once again, on your back for you alpha. 

His pace picked up again as he found himself renewed with energy. He grabbed your knees as pushed them upwards to you shoulders where he put you in a mating press.  You cried out feeling him impossibly deep inside you and you struggled against him feeling overwhelmed with his menstruations. 

You were beginning to feel yourself peak and you started to get squirmy again making Tech look down at you, “Are you going to cum?” 

You screamed and nodded vigorously forcing yourself to speak clearly, “Y-Yes! T-Tech!” 

He then made for your unmarked wrist, grabbing it firmly before turning it to bring to his mouth. He pressed his wrist up to yours as he felt you cresting around him. He pressed his wrist to your mouth letting you lick at his scent gland. 

“Tech!” You screamed as you came, then you screamed again as he finally bit you. You had to force yourself to breathe or else you would have passed out. 

The fourth and final pice of your soul was finally set into place. Tech’s aura surrounded you in a warm blanket along with the others who were just out of reach, but near by. 

Everything finally felt balanced and right. 

You were snapped out of your omega subspace when you heard Tech calling your name softly. 

You blinked a few times hearing the ringing in your ears dissipate before you regained your awareness. 

All four of your alphas were looking down at you with varying looks of unease. 

“Come here sweetheart.” Tech cooed, “Come back.” 

You blinked before you felt a strange itch in your chest. 

“Shhh. Shhh it’s alright, here you go.” You smelled Tech’s skin under your nose where he had used his other hand to guide you to his scent gland. He cradled your head as you weakly found his arm and brought it even closer to your face before you smushed it to your lips and chomped down on him. 

You tasted his iron blood making you turn to lick the little wound. 

You didn’t even notice when Tech yelped and Crosshair had to pry you away from his arm. 

“Fuck, she was in deep.” Hunter said petting you. 

You smiled before they let you flop back down on the mattress totally debauched. 

The longer you lay there, you were starting to feel the soreness in your body and the wear in your holes. Especially your ass. You didn’t dare move knowing you wouldn’t be able to sit right for days. 

When Wrecker brought you your tooka mug, you greedily sucked down the water finishing off the cup. 

Thats when you realized you were still connected to Tech. The pilot gently moved the two of you ignoring you groans of protest to keep you on top of him. He yanked a blanket up and over the both of you keeping himself plugged inside you and his cum snuggly within your warm walls.

 The post mating haze settled in once again, but this time there was no reason to move. 

You sighed feeling at peace and whole… and full… very very full…

Hunter must have switched off the lights at some point, as the four of you drifted off into some much needed sleep for the remainder of the ride through hyperspace.

There was an exciting future on the horizon on Zyphora. Any trepidation you might have had was now resolved. It didn’t matter where you are in the galaxy, as long as you had your mates you knew everything would be okay. 

Sleep quickly over took you and your exhausted body. You snuggled into Tech’s warmth like a sunning lizard as he wrapped a protective arm around you.

“I love you pretty girl.” He whispered before drifting off into some much needed peaceful sleep. 

Your heart fluttered, “I love you too, Tech.” 

You couldn’t wait for what tomorrow would bring. 

Pip has had some good times on the Marauder...

Hope you guys enjoyed their little reunion and little... union... hehe

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With A Little Help From My Friends ⋆⁺₊❅.

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Formula 1 college hockey team social media AU! Playlist Edition

The tight-knit college hockey team, the Silver Blades, run by team captain Max Verstappen, isn't just about scoring goals—it's a chosen family. On and off the ice, the team has each other's backs, whether that's through college assignments, throwing awesome parties, or winning the championship together. Follow these overworked, tired, college students as they post through their day-to-day life.

With A Little Help From My Friends Masterlist ⋆｡⚠︎ Carlos Sainz Masterlist ⋆｡⚠︎

Authors Note: if you also ever wanted an explanation on why I chose a song for a character......... I would LOVE to give it. And if you notice any doubled songs from other playlists, it's on purpose 😉

SIDE A -

Smooth Operator - Sade

2. Blinding Lights - The Weeknd

3. Leave The Door Open - Bruno Mars, Anderson .Paak, Silk Sonic

4. telepatía - Kali Uchis

5. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

6. The Hills - The Weeknd

7. Fireball - Pitbull, John Ryan

8. Red (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

9. As It Was - Harry Styles

Lo que yo te haría

SIDE B -

10. DtMF - Bad Bunny

11. Forever Young - Alphaville

12. Mess It Up - Gracie Abrams

13. Good News - Mac Miller

14. Love Of My Life - Queen

15. White Ferrari - Frank Ocean

16. SOS - ABBA

17. The Archer - Taylor Swift

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[sakuraryomen01]

Valentino /Sukuna Ryomen x Reader/ .o8

warnings: asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, yuji is sukuna's little brother, some light teasing, more tutoring sessions, and Sukuna punches a pervert!

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 1.125k

fanfic masterlist: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 .11 .12 .13 .14 .15 .16 .17 .18 .19 .20

a/n:: I've felt mentally drained so I'm going to finish this dang chapter holy frick did this take so long :D

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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! ❤️

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Sleep didn't come easy to you, and it was expected. Seeing Sukuna in his vulnerable state, having him confirm a small doubt in your mind, and having Shoko spur on your aching heart.

It was a hard pill to swallow, but you needed to force it. You can't force someone to love you back.

Sukuna had his reasons, and it didn’t concern you in the slightest. You told yourself that as much as possible when you felt the need to say something to him after lessons and classes, or do simple things like ask about his day. When you wanted to ask, you bit your tongue and stayed silent. Sticking to the normal day to day chit chat between classmates.

Don’t bug him more than you already do. You say to yourself as you lift your fist up and knock on the door a few times.

There was a quiet "enter" from his side of the door, and when you did as told you didn't see Sukuna in the living room or kitchen like normal.

"Sukuna?" You asked, confusion filling your brain. You continued to wander around the dorm until Sukuna's bedroom door opened up, revealing a disheveled man.

His hair a mess, t-shirt lopsided and somewhat dirty, and boxers on full display. You quickly averted your eyes, trying to save Sukuna his dignity. "Hello to you too."

He waved before heading into his bedroom to change and look cleaner. Moving yourself to your usual space on the couch, you pulled out your things and started flipping through a notebook.

There was almost no noise, besides the random grunts of Sukuna shuffling through his things. Even your thoughts going quiet and jumbled with the notes in your book. Writing things down and not noting the shadow being cast over you by Sukuna.

"Hey, what're you working so hard on?" His voice broke your train of thought, making you look up at him.

"Uhm, tutoring?" You responded, a questioning tone in your voice. "Why?"

Sukuna sighed, resting his cheek against his fist, maroon eyes scanning your figure. "Don't you wanna have fun instead?"

The question catches you off guard and you chuckle, patting his knee in an almost loving manner. "I don't think you should have fun until you get better grades."

"God, you sound like my mother!"

You crinkle your nose as Sukuna's rather modest laughter fills the air. It had been a while since you saw a smile.

With a sigh, you straightened your posture and started to the session, seeing Sukuna's eyes begin to glaze over in a bored pout. You didn't like doing much studying either, but keeping your grades up mattered to you.

Sukuna knew this, watching you diligently work with him to help. So determined..

——

"..How are your parents?" He asked, his eyes lazily looking towards you.

It had been an hour since the tutoring had started that day, and Sukuna's mind was elsewhere. It was dull, the schedule he has wrapped himself into. It was the same thing everyday, seeing the hundreds of students around campus and ending up stuck in his dorm with you.

Talking about equations and random stuff he was already familiar with became tedious. Even though he was willing just to see you.

Never say that out loud though.

"Oh, they're fine," You answered, a slightly confused look on your face as you tapped the cap of your red pen on the notebook.

Sukuna raised a brow, scooting himself closer into your space, a small smile on his face. "That's not specific enough. I wanna know how they're doing."

I just told you– "Well, my dad's working on some project for the house apparently. He wanted to make a garden for it."

"Your dad's still the plant guy, huh?"

You pout your lips as Sukuna's curled into a smirk. "Not always. He got into sports cars for some reason, even though he's a planet health guy."

Sukuna chuckles at this before starting to write a few things down in his notebook. You grumble with a slightly warm flush filling your cheeks. Either way, you couldn't really complain much, his smirk made you feel warm inside.

"Are you done with the questions I gave you?" You asked, leaning your head over and bumping your cheek against Sukuna's shoulder.

"Yeah, the last one stumps me though.."

After teasing him for a few moments about his blunders and getting side eyed for the next twenty minutes, you eventually were able to explain the problem before Sukuna pointing out how late it had gotten.

"I could order a pizza and you just sleep over again." He said as he put away his things, placing a hand on his hip. "It'd be best, this dorm is filled with shit drunk guys."

"Aw, you're so sweet," You responded, lifting your bag over your shoulder strap while hiding all the giddy cuteness inside you. "But it's just a five minute walk to my place. I'll be fine!"

There was a hostile look of discontent in his maroon eyes that read: How dare you say no to me?

A confused shiver was sent down your spine before you sighed and pat Sukuna's arm, heading towards the door. "I'll text you when I get home, promise."

Letting out a small grunt, Sukuna eventually caved and you went home. Although he did threaten that he'll give you a stern talking to if he didn't get a text.

He's got more layers than an onion.*

Though, as you made your way home, you bumped into someone. His hair was messy, sunglasses barely hanging onto his head with his hair pushed back, and pants dirtier than your crustiest sock. But his pink cheeks and glossy eyes didn't betray you in recognizing one of your weirdest friends to date.

"Satoru? What are you doing out?" You place a hand on the males exposed forehead and humming to yourself. "..Are you high, drunk, or sick?"

With a delayed reaction, a hiccup, and a pout, you got this. "My girl, you're judgy so muchy~ Let me life without demands!"

You raise a brow and scoff. I know he'll regret this drinking in the future.

"Fine, but I have to go home now," You say, patting the disheveled mans shoulder, a smile on your face. "Don't trip walking up those stairs!"

But as you said goodbye, Gojo leaned in and placed a soft peck on your cheek with surprising accuracy. You blink in confusion as Gojo smiles loosely and pets your head. "Don't hurt yourself either, Miss best friend chaser!"

Before words could process, or a thought was able to work the cogs in your headspace, there was a grunt and a very big "someone's jaw might have gotten broken" sound.

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a/n: hope you guys have been doing well! srry i haven't posted in almost two months maybe really, so many things came up. I was worried about mental health for a while, wasn't feeling motivated to write much but then smthing else happened. Huge changes are happening so we might end up with another writer's drought lmao (I'm going to college soon and do adult things ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙;;;)

*and if u didnt get the reference I'll scream*

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baby, please - part 16

You wake up in the middle of the night and something doesn't feel right...

Warnings: This is a very sensitive chapter. If you are uncomfortable with anything involving being with doctors/in hospital, or miscarriage/pregnancy loss, please do not read. There's lots of mentions of blood. Medical jargon, I've done my best to research as much as possible but it still may be inaccurate. Mentions of unsupportive parents/family. Holiday talk (Thanksgiving - I am British so I’m just going off research on this). Mention of being sick, so emetophobia warning. Wine drinking (not you, obviously). Little swearing. Accidental Addison Montgomery cameo - I like to think it was a little nod to the original writing of Baby, Please. LONG chapter, and barely proofread. Word count: 5,317 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Part 15 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 17

You try not to jump in and take control of the meeting about the next launch; the project had been passed over to another team leader, who did things…not wrong, but different. Different to how you would do it anyway. You sit back in your chair, biting your tongue, as Kelsie, the other team leader, signifies ‘how little time we have on this launch’, that ‘original plans are out the window’ and ‘all hands need to be on deck’. This newest client wanted their product advertised - and on the market - as soon as possible, or at least advertised before Christmas. 

It was going to be tough. And with Thanksgiving coming up, everyone was trying to get as much done in the week before the long weekend. 

It was your first holiday without your family. Normally you would have booked a flight over to your parents’ house and spent Thanksgiving there, but no-one had contacted you, and it wasn’t from lack of trying on your end. You’d gone into the family group chat (that had been quiet since you revealed your pregnancy – you had the suspicion that a new chat was created without you) and sent a message to everyone, just checking in and wishing them a ‘happy holidays’. You figured they’d all had enough time to cool off and get used to the idea that you were pregnant, and you were doing okay, that they would love to see you and catch up, where you could tell them all about the babies you were growing. But no. You'd heard nothing back. They’d probably made a new family chat without you. 

You did have a slight breakdown to Beth and Courtney about it, and that was when Beth invited you to her and Georgia’s for Thanksgiving dinner. You insisted you’d be fine, that you’d have dinner by yourself, but she wasn’t hearing any of it. So, thankfully, you had somewhere to be and someone to be with, since Santi had plans in Panama City with his sisters, who he had recently contacted again. They gave him shit for essentially disappearing but invited him back into their lives without even blinking. 

You hadn’t expected him to invite you along, since it was a reunion of sorts, and he was telling them about you and the babies. He didn’t want to throw everything on them at once. Also, you didn’t expect him to invite you, because things had been a little awkward since the almost-kiss on Halloween. Neither of you had said anything about it, you chalked it up to the alcohol he’d been drinking. Santi was a flirt with everyone; it was probably just a blip, probably not even worth mentioning. He didn’t feel the same as you did about him. 

It was fine. Everything was fine. 

The meeting finished after another gruelling half an hour, and with a sigh, you grab your empty notebook (you really needed to start paying attention and taking notes) and stand from the chair. You were hungry, and tired, and your feet were hurting. In fact, everything was hurting. You were, honestly, feeling miserable. You needed to pee all the time, and you had a constant foot stuck under your ribs, which also hurt, and made it hard to breathe. 

“What are your plans for Thanksgiving?” Emily asks you as you sit at your desk. 

“I’m going to my friend’s,” you reply, huffing as you sit at your desk, already out of breath. Jesus, you’re the size of a whale. And you’re just going to get bigger. 

“Oh,” Emily said. “You not going to be with your...baby daddy?” 

“No, he’s visiting family,” you reply, turning back to your emails. “He’s not seen them for a while, so...” you then give her a look. “Don’t call him my ‘baby daddy’.” 

“Well what else do I call him, you haven’t given us any information!” Emily cried, rolling her eyes in exasperation. 

You grin as you type out an email to the clients regarding their wants and needs for their advertising. You found it funny that Emily hadn’t put two and two together; that it was Santiago that was the father of your kids. That she was the one who set you both up together in the first place. She knew you were due in February; she could do the math. She lived next door to him, for God’s sake, how had she not seen you coming and going? 

“My private life is separate from my work life...for once,” you say. “I’d like to keep it that way, for a little while.” 

“So I eventually will know who he is, then?” Emily asked. 

“Probably. Maybe.” 

“Boo, boring,” Emily called, before turning to her own computer. 

Maybe you’d throw her a bone. You needed some entertainment since you’d taken a few steps back in work. “Fine. What do you want to know?” 

“His name?” Emily asked, looking back at you with wide, hopeful eyes. 

You shake your head no. “Ask for something else.” 

Emily groans before looking at you. “Fine. Are you guys like, dating, or anything? Or is it just a...” 

“A what?” you ask. 

“Well, are you dating or are you just...keeping him around?” 

“’Keeping him around’?” 

“Look, I don’t know how sensitive this is!” Emily cries, throwing her hands up in surrender at the look on your face. 

You tut and roll your eyes at her theatrics. “No, we’re not dating. We’re, like...friends now, I guess. He’s sticking around for the kids. It’s nice.” 

Emily hums in thought before turning back to her computer again. “Okay. Cool. It’s nice to know you’re not alone in this, you know?” 

“I wasn’t ever going to be alone; I have my friends.” 

“You know what I mean.” 

“Single mothers get along just fine without the fathers,” you mutter. “Now let’s drop it, okay? We’ve got a lot of stuff to do and not an awful lot of time.” 

“I didn’t mean to offend - “ 

“You’ve...” you start to say she hadn’t, but you stop yourself, because you might snap at her, and it isn’t her fault for your bad mood. You take a deep breath before shaking your head, trying to give her a soft look. “You haven’t offended me. I just feel like I have a lot going on at the moment. Work is busy, it’s the holidays and I'm not spending it with my family, and I'm pregnant. I constantly need to pee, I’m always hurting somewhere, and...” And I'm in love with Santiago and I can’t do anything about it. “And I’m just feeling it at the moment.” 

Emily nods, giving you a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry. The holidays are always a tough time of year.” 

You nod and turn back to your emails. “Yeah.” 

“If it’s any comfort, I think you’re handling everything like a champ,” Emily says. 

“Thanks,” you say, giving her a small smile. “It means a lot.” 

And you meant it.

You stand outside Beth and Georgia’s house, holding a box of brownies and a bottle of wine, your contribution to the Thanksgiving dinner (you’d attempted to make the brownies yourself, but it almost, almost, ended in tears and they had tasted awful when you were done; you ended up buying a Betty Crocker mix from the store where you only needed to add an egg and some oil and water). You’d been feeling a little off all day, woozy and just generally unwell. You put it down to holiday jitters and anxiety (your family still hadn’t contacted you, and Santi was a little quiet – but you couldn’t blame him, he was still at his sister’s house). So, you made yourself get ready and vowed to enjoy yourself at Beth’s house. 

Which was where you were now. You stood outside on the porch. You can hear the muffled chatter of family and the laughs of children as they play through the house, and it reminds you of Halloween at the Morales’s. You feel your cheeks warm at the memory of the kitchen. Shaking your head, clearing the images from your brain, you ring the doorbell. You swallow down the urge to vomit, shaking your head and putting on a smile. 

You wait a few moments before Beth opens the door, smiling widely at you. “Hey, you!” 

You greet her back as she moves aside, letting you in. You loved Beth’s house. It was always warm, and inviting, and full of sentiment, even when her day-to-day work meant that her client’s want modern and minimalist living spaces. “Thanks for letting me come today. It’s been a tough week.” 

“Oh my God, don’t even thank me, you’re welcome any time,” Beth said, closing the door behind you. “Here, let me take those.” She grabs the wine and the brownies from you. “Ooh, Châteauneuf-du-Pape, very nice.” She gives you an impressed look. 

You take off your jacket and hang it in the closet by the front door. “I hope you enjoy it because I might just cry about not having any.” 

“I’m taking a leaf out of Gabs’s book, I’ll not drink tonight out of consolidation,” Beth says, leading you into the kitchen, where you take a deep breath and inhale the smells of the turkey and vegetables in the oven. Despite your upset stomach, the food did smell amazing. She places the brownies and the wine on the marble countertop. “Stocked up on Diet Coke for you.” She grabs a can from the fridge. 

You thank her as you take the can, but you don’t open it. You both go through into the living room. You take a deep breath before slowly letting it go, giving a smile to Georgia as she approaches you, giving you a hug. You then thank her for letting you join their Thanksgiving, and, like Beth, tells you to ‘stop being silly’, and that you ‘were always welcome, holiday or not’. 

Dinner goes well. You mingle and meet some of Georgia’s family, who talk to you about the wedding and what plans had been made. They ask about your pregnancy, which you were happy to answer, but one of Georgia’s older relatives - quite rudely - asks why you’re alone on Thanksgiving. You’re taken aback at the question, and before you can even remotely five some sort of answer, Beth quickly steps in and shuts down the relative with an overenthusiastic smile. You still feel queasy and just...not right. 

You wish you could drink that bottle of wine you brought. 

By the time the food is ready, you feel worse, and you try your best, but you just can’t eat. Your stomach isn’t settling, and you’re having terrible Braxton Hicks; the worst you’ve ever felt. And the rude relative, whose name is still escaping you, is still looking at you with judgement on her face. You swallow what you can, but once everyone starts talking about dessert, you have to decline. 

“I’m sorry, Beth, I’m not...I’m not feeling that great,” you mumble to your best friend after dinner, following her with some dishes into the kitchen, your almost full plate at the top of the pile. 

“Is it because of what Aunt Rose said? Because you can ignore her, she still thinks Reagan is president,” Beth said, rolling her eyes as you both place the plates down by the sink. 

You shake your head quickly, taking a step back, wincing a little at yet another tightening in your abdomen. “No, no, it’s not that. Really. I just don’t feel very well. I think I’m gonna go home.” 

“Are you sure?” Beth asks, her brow furrowed at you. “I can drive you home if you’re not up for it.” 

“I’m fine, really. I’m not too far.” 

Beth looks at you with a little uncertainty before nodding. “Okay.” 

You give a small sigh through your nose as you try and give her a smile. “I really appreciate what you’ve done for me today. Really. I would have been sat at home, sulking and feeling sorry for myself otherwise.” 

“You’re too badass to do that,” Beth said before giving you a hug. “Get home safe.” 

“I’ll let you know when I’m home,” you say, giving Beth a final squeeze before you let her go. 

After grabbing your coat, you say goodbye to Georgia and thank her again for the dinner. She insists you take some of the Diet Coke they had in the fridge, and eventually, leave, a box of cans in your hands. You place them in your car, but you take a moment to leave against the frame, taking a few deep breaths as more Braxton Hicks hit you. 

“Come on, you’re fine,” you mutter to yourself, trying to keep the vomit down. “It’s just practice contractions; you’ve dealt with them before. The books said they’ll be more frequent around now.” 

You eventually make it into your car and drive home. You don’t bother carrying the box of cans up to your apartment, opting to leave them in the car. You slowly make your way to your apartment, sighing in relief at you close the door behind you. Although not as comfortable as it once was, since you had started packing some of your stuff away for the move in a few weeks, your apartment was still your safe space, and right now, you needed to relax. You send Beth a text, thanking her again for inviting you to Thanksgiving, and apologising for leaving so early. 

Then you strip and run yourself a bath, tossing your phone by the sink. You go all out, using candles and bubble bath, and some pregnancy safe bath salts that Courtney had gifted you. You sigh as you sink into the warm water, closing your eyes and slowly stroking your bump. The twins were quiet, not kicking as much, but maybe because the Braxton Hicks don’t feel as intense as you settle into the water, letting the bubbles float around you, the floral aromas from the salt filling the air. 

You must have dozed off, because when you open your eyes again, most of the bubbles had gone, and the water was considerably cooler. You sigh as you sit up and check the time on your phone. Yup, an hour had passed since you got home. You groan as you climb out the bath and grab a towel. You wrap it around yourself, then make your way to your bedroom. You get into your pyjamas, fully intending on crawling into bed and sleeping the rest of Thanksgiving away. 

However, as you turn to get into your bed, you wince again as there’s another tightening in your abdomen; so much so that you stop yourself again, having to lean against your chest of drawers. 

It’s fine. It’s normal. There’s not enough room for them both, so I will feel more uncomfortable. 

“I just need sleep,” you mutter to yourself. 

After a few more deep breaths, you climb into bed, leaning against your headboard as you stare at your bump. They were still quiet in there. You poke at your belly, trying to prompt a reaction. The twins were usually so active at this time, when you’re about to go to bed. It was as if they knew you would be going to sleep, and they decide to have a party in your uterus. 

You find yourself caught in the web of overthinking, a maze of thoughts that seem to have no end. Anxiousness creeps in like a silent intruder, casting shadows over your mind. Every thought, no matter how trivial, becomes a tangled mess of possibilities. The more you try to untangle the threads, the more they seem to multiply, creating a web of uncertainty. 

The weight of uncertainty is bearing down on you, and the fear of making the wrong choice paralyses your ability to think logically. Your mind refuses to quiet down as you wonder what was going on. 

You take in a shaky breath, before closing your eyes and counting to ten, twice. You try not to worry. You’ve been overthinking a lot, and you’re not feeling fantastic. They might just be feeling your uneasiness, about the holidays, about Santi, about your family. And you’d been socialising a lot with new people; maybe you just needed a break. 

Yeah. You just need a break. Maybe you could look into a ‘babymoon’, something Gabrielle had desperately wanted but Matthew couldn’t get the time off work, for both Theodore and Luna. Maybe you could take her along. Or would Santi want to go? It would make more sense to take Santi. But was that too forward? Too…couple-y? 

You’re overthinking again. 

With a one final pat to your bump, you send a final text, telling Santi goodnight, and you hope he’s had a good Thanksgiving with his sisters and their families. He sends you back a goodnight, and that he’ll see you when he gets back. He also mentioned his sisters were excited to meet you and become Tías. You smiled at the thought; at least Santi’s family were excited about your pregnancy. 

You put your phone on the side table, closing your eyes and letting sleep overcome you. 

However, hours later, you wake violently, gasping loudly at the pain. You sit in your bed for a moment, hands on your bump as you take a few breaths, before letting out a small cry at another rush of pain. No, something was wrong. You needed to go to the hospital. 

Shakily, you turn on your bedside lamp, and the room was illuminated in a warm glow. You throw back the covers and let out another loud cry at the sight of the blood on the sheets, and between your legs. 

I should have gone earlier; I shouldn’t have waited. 

You go to stand, but the pain was too much. You let out a sob as you grip your abdomen, leaning forward as you try and breathe. You reach out blindly for your phone, not really checking the time, before you scroll through your contacts and finding Beth’s number. You quietly sob as you wait for her to answer, the phone ringing out, feeling like a lifetime. 

When you were about to give up, she answers with a groggy, “Hello?” 

“H-hi,” you sob. “I’m s-s-so sorry i-it's late, and - “ 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” she asks, suddenly alert. You can hear shuffling on the other end of the phone. 

You sob again. “There’s some-s-something wrong, I-I-I need the hospital.” 

“We’ll be there in five minutes, stay on the phone with me, okay? Don’t move.” 

You give a shaky “okay,” down the phone. Everything sounds fuzzy as you focus on the pain, almost frozen to your place in your bed. You vaguely hear Beth talking to Georgia down the phone, sounding frantic, and you can soon hear the sound of a car engine. All you can do is nod as Beth talks down the phone to you. You were shaking, both in pain and at the sight of the blood seeping into the sheets. 

They were tainted. You need to throw them out. 

True to her word, Beth soon arrived, using her spare key to your apartment to let herself and Georgia in. You hang up your phone, but you don’t feel all there when Beth is kneeling down in front of you, talking to you gently as Georgia goes around your room, you’re assuming she’s packing a bag for you. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Beth asks, gently taking your hands and lifting you from the bed. You hear her hiss through her teeth at the sheets. 

You let out another loud sob. “Is it bad?” 

“No, honey, it’s not a lot, okay? It just took me by surprise. Don’t worry about it right now, okay, let’s just get you to the hospital.” 

You nod, and you let her guide you to your bathroom, where Georgia had tossed in some clean clothes. You luckily had some pads still sat in your medicine cabinet, so Beth situated one in your underwear. 

Georgia knocked on the door, but didn’t come in. “I packed a bag. I have a change of clothes and your phone and charger, some slippers. I can pack your toothbrush and a towel. Do you need anything else?” 

“N-no, no. Thank you,” you say. 

Beth grabs your toothbrush and a towel and tosses them to Georgia before turning back to you. “Come on, we’ll get in my car.” 

You sob again, looking at her as tears stream down your face. “What if - “ 

“Let’s not think about ‘what if’s right now, okay? Let’s talk to a doctor.” 

You make it to Beth’s car, slowly and carefully, and soon you’re on the way to the hospital. You're still cramping, but the pain wasn’t getting any worse. You can hear Beth talking to Georgia but you’re not sure what about before Beth turns to you. “Do you want me to call Santi?” 

Oh God, Santi. What do you say to him? You didn’t want to worry him. It’s almost four in the morning, he’s probably asleep. You don’t want to impose on his time with his family, especially since he’s not seen them for so long. He’s five hours away, and you could just see him speeding down the highway in that stupid truck of his. 

“No, no, I don’t want to worry him,” you say, shaking your head. 

Beth sternly says your name, causing you to look at her with wide eyes. “These are his children. He needs to know.” 

“He’s five hours away, Beth, what am I supposed to do? I’ll ruin his Thanksgiving!” 

“You are not ruining anything,” Beth says sternly. “I know you’re scared, and you feel like you need to handle this on your own and not be a burden, but you’re not alone. You’re not a burden. Now do you want me to call Santi?” 

You look at her, fresh tears pooling in your eyes. You suck in your lips and nod wordlessly. 

“Okay,” Beth said, digging in your bag for your phone. She knew your passcode and had no problem getting to your contacts. After a few moments, she puts the phone to her ear. It takes a while, and Santi doesn’t answer. Beth leaves him a message, introducing herself and giving him a quick rundown of the situation. She ends the voicemail with telling him to call back as soon as he could. 

Beth continues to calm you with soft words and promises that you’ll get through this, that you’re not alone and they were there for you. 

All you could do was nod at her. 

You arrive soon at the hospital, Beth clambering out the car before Georgia could even stop the car. Beth helped you out gently as Georgia grabbed your bag, and the two brought you through to the front desk, where the nurse behind the station didn’t even hesitate to call in a doctor and get you a wheelchair as Beth spouted off what was wrong. 

You were wheeled off to obstetrics and gynaecology and placed into an examination room. You settle yourself in the bed as a redheaded doctor, a woman, comes into the room with a dark-haired nurse, also a woman, and introduces themselves as Dr Montgomery and Alisha, as they set up some bands around your bump. Dr Montgomery asks you what happened, and you fill her in as best as you could, telling her that the twins weren’t moving as much and when the pains started, you had bled. Beth had to take over a few times as it becomes too much for you, her hand tightly squeezing yours. You weren’t sure how long you’d been holding it. 

Dr Montgomery nods and writes it down on her clipboard before she gives you a gentle look. “Has anything like this happened before?” 

You shake your head. “N-no. I’ve not had any issues before.” 

“And this is your first pregnancy?” 

You nod again. 

Dr Montgomery nodded, writing down the notes before she gives you another smile. “We’ll monitor your tightenings, and we’ll examine the bleeding. We’ll also schedule in an ultrasound and take a look at your babies, okay?” 

Dr Montgomery was nice. She had a kind smile, and she was calm, and you felt safe. You nod at her. “Okay.” 

Dr Montgomery looked at Beth and Georgia. “Are you two...” 

“We’re her friends,” Beth answered. “Her family is out of state, and the father is visiting family for Thanksgiving.” 

You appreciate Beth keeping a level head and not going into too much detail. 

Dr Montgomery nodded. “Usually we only allow family, but we’ll let it slide for now. Although one of you might have to leave later today.” 

“’I’ll go,” Georgia said. “I have my family at home anyway, I’ll need to keep them busy when they wake up.” 

“I’m so sorry – “ 

“Stop apologising,” Beth said, giving you a stern look. “This isn’t something you can control, okay? It’s not your fault.” 

Georgia nodded, placing your bag on the chair. “Keep me posted, okay?” she gives Beth a kiss, and then leans down to give you a tight hug before pulling away and telling Beth she’ll text her later before leaving. 

Alisha checks the monitor on the babies’ movements, before nodding and looking at Dr Montgomery. “Movements detected; we’ll monitor over the next hour.” 

“Good,” said Dr Montgomery before turning to you. “Are you okay with me examining you?” 

“I don’t have a choice,” you say. 

Beth gave your hand another squeeze. 

“Okay,” Dr Montgomery said before talking to Alisha, before they examine you. 

It was intrusive, and painful. You hated every second of it, and you sobbed even more, not knowing what was going on and what was happening to your babies. 

“Everything will be okay,” Beth whispered to you. “It might not seem like it now, but it will be.” 

“How heavy was the flow?” Dr Montgomery asked. 

“I…uh…I don’t know,” you say, your breathing shaking a little. “I didn’t…it was enough for me to panic.” 

Dr Montgomery nodded before she appeared from your legs. “Well, it looks like it’s subsided. We’ll come back in an hour and check out your states. In the meantime, I’ll arrange an ultrasound.” 

“Thank you, Dr Montgomery,” Beth said, giving a closed lipped smile as Dr Montgomery and Alisha walked out the room. 

You throw your arm over your eyes and lay back on the bed, trying to calm your breathing again as your heart thuds heavily in your chest. 

“Hey, don’t panic, okay? We’re here now, Dr Montgomery is gonna look after you.” 

You couldn’t answer her. Now that you were here, laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to monitors, it all became very overwhelming. You sobbed quietly, Beth holding your hand before leaning over and holding you, letting you cry into her shoulder. She strokes your hair, and murmurs comforting words as she lets you sob loudly, soaking her jacket with tears. Beth says nothing about it. 

After a while, you lift your head, and wipe at your eyes. “I got snot on your jacket.” 

She snorts in amusement. “I’ve had worse on me.” 

“I don’t want to know,” you say, giving a weak chuckle, tears still slowly running down your cheeks. 

Beth gives you a light swat on the arm, giving her own small laugh before passing you a tissue from your bedside cabinet. You take it gratefully before wiping your face. You both go into a lull, listening to the general sounds of the hospital room. 

Beth is first to break the silence. “What do you want me to tell the others?” 

You shake your head. “Nothing, yet.” you take a deep breath. “I feel awful. Physically and emotionally.” 

“You don’t have to share if you don’t want to. Not right now.” 

You merely nod at her, before going silent again. 

You manage to get some sleep, but it wasn’t long after that Dr Montgomery comes back to check on you. She checks you over, and is glad to say the bleeding had stopped, and the monitors have detected that there has been a decrease in tightenings, and the babies seem to be moving a little more. 

“But I would still like to get an ultrasound,” she had said. 

It was arranged for 9am, which gave you a few hours to rest. You told Beth she could go home, but she told you to not ‘be silly’, that she was ‘going to stay right here’. You were thankful for her support. 

Santi eventually calls just before you go for the ultrasound, when Alisha was setting you up in a wheelchair. 

You answer the phone after Beth passes it over. “Santi - “ 

“What happened? Are you okay? Are the babies okay?” he throws question after question at you, and you barely can get a word in until he calms down. 

“I had a scare,” you tell him gently. “I’m in the hospital now, about to go for a scan. Dr Montgomery is positive that everything is okay - “ 

“Shit, I can be there in...if I go faster than the speed limit, I can get there in a few hours - “ 

“Santiago, do not kill yourself trying to get down here.” 

“I’m leaving right now,” he says, and you can hear him shuffling in the background; he must be packing his bag. “I can be there in five hours, okay?” 

“Santi, listen to me,” you say. “You don’t...you don’t need to come down, okay?” 

Beth’s eyes widen at you, but you wave her off. 

“It’s Thanksgiving, you haven’t seen your sisters for years, I...you don’t need to come.” 

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before he finally asks, “Do you want me there?” 

Your heart breaks. He sounded so unsure. “Santi, of course I do - “ 

“Then let me be there,” he says. “These are my kids. This is you.” 

You bite your lip before nodding. “Okay,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.” 

“This isn’t your fault,” he says. “I need you to know that.” 

You talk a little more, asking how his Thanksgiving was (“How are you asking me that right now?”), and what else he had planned for the day (“Nothing, I'm coming home to be with you.”). You felt lighter talking to him, that he didn’t blame you for what happened, that he was just happy to hear that you were in the hospital and getting checked out. You told him to prepare for bad news, if Dr Montgomery found anything. 

“If anything comes back...bad,” he starts. “Then...we’ll deal with it. We’ll make a plan.” 

You hesitated for a moment before muttering back the affirmative. You wanted everything to be okay. You needed everything to be okay. You needed these babies healthy, and happy. 

"I have to go,” you say to him. 

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?” he says to you. 

“Okay. Bye, Santi.” 

“I’ll see you soon, cariño.” 

You hang up the phone with a shaky breath before handing it back to Beth, who placed it back in your bag. “Is he coming?” she asks. 

You nod. “Yeah, he’s leaving his sister’s now.” 

Beth nods. “Good,” she says, before you both turn to look at the door as it opens, and Dr Montgomery steps through. 

Dr Montgomery smiles softly at you from your place in your wheelchair. “Are you ready?”

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @bluenredndeath, @superficialfeelings, @othersideoftheparadise, @beezusvreeland

[sasuhinamonth]

SasuHinaMonth2023 PROMPTS and ARTIST OF THE YEAR!

Well, well, well.

Looks like we're finally here! After weeks of preparation and formatting and planning, we are FINALLY ready to make two announcements today!

Let's start with Artist of the Year, as congratulations are very much due!

Perhaps you recognize this beautiful art style! The MOD team took attentive care to go through the many fabulous artists we have in the SasuHina fandom, and we found one artist in particular whose dreamy style and beautiful color schemes fit our theme perfectly!

We'd like to congratulate @daifukumochiin for being SasuHinaMonth2023's ARTIST OF THE YEAR!

Mochi is such an amazing artist that keeps pumping out beautiful pieces, and we were so happy to see the amazing pieces she made for our banner and icon for 2023! Everyone, please send your love and joy to DaifukuMochiin. She deserves it!

Now, we think it's about we get into the meat of this post!

For anyone who needs a reminder, SHMonth2023's Theme is A SIGN OF AFFECTION. The MOD team has been working on the many prompts correlating with this theme, and right now, we're happy to share these prompts with you all! We've also translated the prompts in Spanish for all our hispanohablante friends :)

SHMonth2023 Prompts

Day 1 | Día 1

“Love at first sight” | “Amor a primera vista”

“Waiting for you” | “Esperándote”

Day 2 | Día 2

“Knowing me, knowing you” | “Conociéndome, conociéndote”

“Home is where you are” | “Mi hogar es donde estás tú”

Day 3 | Día 3

“A glance that reveals everything” | “Una mirada que revela todo”

“Doing chores without being asked” | “Hacer los quehaceres sin que lo pidan”

Day 4 | Día 4

“Knowing their favorite drink” | “Conocer su bebida favorita”

“First touch” | “Primer roce”

Day 5 | Día 5

“Forehead touches” | “Frentes unidas”

“Lips against fingertips” | “Labios contra sus dedos”

Day 6 | Día 6

“If you fall, I will catch you” | “Si caes, yo te atraparé”

“A warm embrace” | “Un cálido abrazo”

Day 7 | Día 7

“Noticing subtleties” | “Notando sutilezas”

“Tying ties” | “Uniendo lazos”

Day 8 | Día 8

“Playing with hair” | “Jugando con el cabello”

“Talk to me.” | “Háblame”

Day 9 | Día 9

“You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.” | “Puedes descubrir algo realmente importante en un minuto”

“Cooking together” | “Cocinando juntos”

Day 10 | Día 10

“Kissing in the rain” | “Beso bajo la lluvia”

“Finding beauty in the ugly and broken” | “Encontrar belleza en lo feo y roto”

Day 11 | Día 11

“I love you” | “Te amo”

“Nicknames” | “Apodos”

Day 12 | Día 12

“Stay a little longer.” | “Quédate un poco más”

"A collection of kisses" | “Una colección de besos”

Day 13 | Día 13

“A love that cannot simply be expressed with words” | “Un amor que simplemente no puede ser expresado en palabras”

"Secret rendezvous" | “Encuentro secreto”

Day 14 | Día 14

“Bouquets” | “Ramo de flores”

“Enjoying a story together” | “Disfrutando de una historia juntos”

Day 15 | Día 15

“Take my hand, take my whole life too.” | “Toma mi mano, también toma toda mi vida”

“Love notes/letters” | “Cartas/Notas de amor”

Day 16 | Día 16

"The name you yell after a nightmare" | “El nombre que gritas después de una pesadilla”

"I missed you." | “Te extrañé.”

Day 17 | Día 17

“Sharing a meal” | “Comer juntos”

"Watching the sunrise together" | “Ver el amanecer juntos”

Day 18 | Día 18

“Unyielding encouragement” | “Apoyo inquebrantable”

“Daily routine” | “Rutina”

Day 19 | Día 19

“To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love” | “Ser aficionado (a) al baile era un paso seguro para enamorarse”

"Even shame can turn into love" | “Incluso la vergüenza puede convertirse en amor”

Day 20 | Día 20

“A shared bed” | “Una cama compartida”

“Sudden confession” | “Confesión repentina”

Day 21 | Día 21

“A hint of jealousy” | “Un toque de celos”

“You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.” | “Deberías ser besado (a), constantemente y por alguien que sepa cómo”

Day 22 | Día 22

“Talking through problems” | “Hablando a través de los problemas”

“Vacation time spent together” | “Vacaciones juntos”

Day 23 | Día 23

"Poetry spoken by a simple man" | “Poesía escrita por un simple hombre”

"Courage found in a shy woman" | “Valentía encontrada en una mujer tímida”

Day 24 | Día 24

"Finding the middle ground" | “Encontrar el punto medio”

"If there was a rose every time I thought about you, there would be only one, because you never left my mind." | “Si existiese una rosa cada vez que pienso en ti, solo habría una porque nunca dejaste mi mente”

Day 25 | Día 25

"Shared hobbies" | “Pasatiempos compartidos”

"I trust you" | “Confío en ti”

Day 26 | Día 26

"A quiet relationship" |  “Una relación privada”

"Following you" |  “Siguiéndote”

Day 27 | Día 27

I’ve loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more.” | “Te he amado por mil años, te amaré por mil más”

"Tears and touches" |  “Lágrimas y roces”

Day 28 | Día 28

"Calling late at night" |  “Una llamada tarde en la noche”

"I would do anything to call you mine." | “Haría lo que fuera para llamarte mía (o)”

Day 29 | Día 29

"If God made it a Sin to love you, I would be beyond saving" | “Si Dios hizo que amarte fuera un pecado, entonces no tengo salvación”

"An excuse to pull you closer" | “Una excusa para acercarte a mí”

Day 30 | Día 30

"Sharing a secret." | “Compartiendo un secreto”

"Warmth of a body on a cold night." | “La calidez del cuerpo en una noche fría”

Day 31 | Día 31

“There’s nothing I wouldn't do to make you feel my love.” | “No hay nada que no haría para demostrarte mi amor”

“Will you marry me?” | “¿Te casarías conmigo?”

_______________

We're excited for July to come to see all the creativity bloom from our little fandom! Just a reminder: we WILL be making weekly prompt cards for SHMonth, so keep an eye out for those as July creeps closer.

Thank you all for your patience and enthusiasm!

The MOD Team

[riririnnnn]

So, @blue-thief posted about this. However, I couldn't find other characters' age getting updated, so I decided to make a list in case someone needs it for any purposes.

Two things to be noted is that I used @blue-lock-rocky's post as a guideline and it made me reach a conclusion that BM Vs PxG happened in 4 April, 2019. Secondly, I'm assuming that the ages in all the Blue Lock Wiki is of that before Blue Lock started.

So here's it:

Isagi Yoichi: 18

Chigiri Hyoma: 17

Kunigami Rensuke: 18

Tokimitsu Aoshi: 18

Ego Jinpachi: 31

Otoya Eita: 18

Gagamaru Gin: 18

Hiori Yo: 17

Niko Ikki: 16

Noel Noa: 32

Naruhaya: 16

Nanase Nijiro: 17

Charles isn't included because his age was revealed to be 15 after Barcha Vs PxG and that match, according to my calculations, happened in 24 March, 2019 while his birthday is in 22 February.

And as of 1 May, 2024, here's their ages in our current timeline because why not:

Isagi Yoichi: 23

Bachira Meguru: 22

Chigiri Hyoma: 22

Kunigami Rensuke: 23

Nagi Seishiro: 22

Itoshi Rin: 21

Barou Shoei: 23

Mikage Reo: 22

Aryu Jyubei: 23

Tokimitsu Aoshi: 23

Ego Jinpachi: 36

Shidou Ryusei: 23

Karasu Tabito: 23

Otoya Eita: 23

Yukimiya Kenyu: 24

Aiku Oliver: 24

Itoshi Sae: 23

Teieri Anri: 27

Kurona Ranze: 21

Gagamaru Gin: 23

Raichi Jingo: 22

Hiori Yo: 23

Niko Ikki: 21

Don Lorenzo: 24

Kiyora Jin: 22

Noel Noa: 38

Naruhaya Asahi: 21

Nanase Nijiro: 22

Charles Chevalier: 20

I'll update it monthly or with new Birthdays.

Let me know whom I missed because I know I've definitely missed out on some characters.

[missbubblesoda]

early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (10)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26) | (27) | (28) | (29) | (30)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 2.3k

The holidays had always been your favorite time of the year. You never waited for the first snowfall in order to start daydreaming about generously spiced cookies and thick, melted chocolate. When it came to fantasizing about buttery batters rich in raisins, and biscuits dusted with brown sugar and cinnamon, you were always months ahead everyone you knew.

But the holidays weren’t just about desserts. You also craved the savory dishes your mother laid out on the dinner table, and the equally warm conversations that always came along with them. You craved the familiar sight of your parents sitting by the fire, your father, indulging in his favorite book, and your mother, in a steaming cup of chocolate. You always kept them company, from your favorite spot by the window, where the sight was just as comforting and homey. You enjoyed looking at the white, thick blanket that covered the narrow streets, and the yellow lights that glowed through the neighboring windows. You liked to think that inside those houses people were also enjoying good food and a good laugh in good company.

Everything about the winter holidays was warm and homemade, and that’s exactly why you had never spent a single one away from home. Even during the three years you lived at the training camp, you always made sure to be back home with your family by the time the holidays rolled around. And this year would be no different.

And so, for weeks now, you had been counting the days, as it was tradition. Only that this year, it had felt more like a back-to-school countdown than anything else. ‘Anxiety’ and ‘reluctance’ had replaced ‘anticipation’, in both the sentences you wrote in your journal every night, as well as in your mind. However, you weren’t surprised. Not when the obvious reason was on the other side of the door you were about to knock on.

You lifted a hand and gave the hardwood a couple of tentative taps. He told you there was no need to announce yourself before coming in, but it was already way past working hours, and you weren’t sure he would still be awake.

When you heard his familiar voice, your heart lightened a little. Leaving without seeing him, at least one more time, would be as ridiculous as going to the doctor and leaving before receiving treatment.

You pushed the door open and, as soon as he saw you, he rose from the couch he had been lounging on. If the swiftness of his movement and the tentative smile now present on his lips were anything to go by, he was just as surprised to see you as you were to find him wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a white shirt, partially unbuttoned.

Your nails dug deep into your own skin, all while wishing it was his instead. His bolo tie was discarded on a nearby table, and so were the straps of his gear. The flames dancing in the fireplace behind him, and the steam coming from the mug placed beside the chess board, made it feel as if you were stepping into something intimate and personal. What you had before you, was a sight deserving of a dozen diary entries, and you knew you would write them once you were back home. For now, and for the sake of your own sanity you decided to focus your attention strictly on his eyes instead.

“Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt you, commander, but I’ll be leaving first thing in the morning and…” Your nails buried deeper into your flesh, as if testing to see if you had the courage to say it. “I wanted to see you before that.”

You stared directly into his eyes. There was a certain boldness that only became available to you once darkness descended, a certain notion that whatever impulsive actions were committed under the moon didn’t really matter, because their consequences would reset come morning anyway. That’s why ghosts waited for the sun to leave in order to haunt forests, and so did the howling of wolves. And maybe that was also the reason why your honesty didn’t exactly bother you. Your feet had brought you there to see him. There were no papers he needed to sign, no questions you needed to ask, no tea or cookies you wanted to bring him. No tricks or excuses up your sleeve. He was the only purpose of your visit.

“I’ll confess your absence has me worried already.” He started making his way to you as a playful smile graced his lips. “I don’t know what I’ll do without those butter biscuits and hot tea in the afternoon, but,” you couldn’t help but notice that the innocent crinkle in his eyes didn’t match the picture his exposed collarbones and prominent Adam’s apple were painting, “I’ll try to survive without you.”

Me too. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be just fine without me, commander.” Now that he was close enough, you noticed he smelled like all your favorite spices, and the tinge of cherry on his lips told you it was probably mulled wine in his mug.

“That’s debatable.” His voice sounded several octaves lower than usual, and you didn’t need to time travel to know that you would be missing it for the upcoming weeks. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Go ahead.” You replied, happy to cling on to anything that would help you put off your departure.

“That night, at your doorstep. What was it that you wanted to tell me?”

His eyes were so different in moments like these, when it was just the two of you. It was as if the 13th commander of the Survey Corps was gone, and the only one left in his place was Erwin Smith, the blond man who loved chess, boring history books, and sweet afternoon treats. The owner of those distinctive eyebrows and those sapphire eyes that, right now, were drilling into you, all your emotional walls and reservations, with such piercing vulnerability. If it were anyone else you would drop your gaze, but with him, you were drawn closer instead.

“So much.” You took a deep breath, the type that usually precedes a long speech or a lengthy confession. “For one, I don’t understand why everyone here likes ale so much, and I have no idea how ODM gear works either.” As the words left your mouth, your feet diligently worked on closing the distance between your bodies. “I think I cheated on a test once, and performed so poorly on my physical examinations I almost failed all of them.” His lips twitched slightly, as if wanting to form a smile but stopping halfway in fear of interrupting the flow of your ideas. “I cry at least once a month, especially when I’m bored.” And in that moment, boredom seemed such a foreign and absurd concept, because how was it possible for anyone to be bored when the world had such wonderful views to offer, like his shirt and the way it clung to his body, for example. The fabric was close enough to show the shape of his chest, and unbuttoned enough to unveil skin generously sprinkled with light brown hair. “I’m completely clueless when it comes to chess and I hate to think that I will never be able to impress you in a game.” In such intimate space, the air was even more infused with his cologne, making it all the more difficult to breathe. “I spend too much time in my head, overthinking everything. But oddly enough, the only thing I can never think too much about is you. It is never enough.” Your fingers found his hand at the same moment his eyes found your lips. “Commander, nobody thinks about you as much as I do.” You interlaced your fingers with his. “Not while doing the things I do.”

For a while, the snapping of firewood was the only thing breaking the silence of the night, as he stared into your eyes, and his hand held yours firmly. But then his lips parted slightly.

“Well, for one, you don’t need chess to impress me.” With his other hand, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. “I can’t guarantee I can make boredom disappear, but I’d be delighted to give it a try whenever you need me to.” His thumb stroked your skin lovingly, and his gaze, his touch, as well as his words, all felt like the warmest of cardigans. “There are many young men here thinking about my assistant the way I do. I’ve seen how their eyes follow her, how they linger on her. And I know that look all too well myself.” You could almost feel the rising and falling of his chest against you, and you wondered where had all the oxygen in the room gone. “But I must admit it satisfies me to know they don’t get to have her as close as I do everyday, and especially not as close as I do right now.” His thumb caressed your bottom lip softly, the same kind of gentle squeeze farmers give peaches when trying to tell if they are ripe enough. “Sweet, we like ale because it’s sweet, and also quite nutritious. And on that note, I would explain more about that, as well as how the ODM gear works, but that would take too long, and I really want to kiss you right now.”

You knew that sensation. You had felt it before. It used to happen quite often when you were a child, around this same time of the year. When you woke up, and ran downstairs to find all the presents you had been waiting a whole year for, all of them beautifully wrapped. Excitement filling you up completely and seeping through your lips as you smiled. As you smiled in anticipation of the wonderful time you had ahead.

“But, commander, I thought chess helped you stay away from impulsive decisions.” You used a playful tone to match the beaming grin you were now wearing, as you signaled to the chess board he had been giving all his attention to before you stepped into the room.

“This is anything but impulsive.” He assured you before finally closing the distance between your lips. And you were glad his arms were around you, holding you tightly, because there was no way your legs could, not anymore. Not when his lips were finally moving against yours.

It was mulled wine in his mug, for sure. He tasted like cinnamon and anise, like oranges and honey, spiced with a little bit of brandy. It felt like a summer, a wonderful one, spent under lemon trees; like a rogue spring night in late July. His kiss was smoky, mixing in with the smell of burnt wood and the sweetness of his cologne. His lips were soft, and so was his bristly chin, rubbing against your skin. And you decided this was your new favorite sensation.

His lips moved slowly and gently against yours. He kissed you like this was the only chance he had, like he would never get to do it again, almost as if you were a character in some dream he would soon wake up from. His lips and his hands confirmed in their soft, silent way that this hadn’t been impulsive at all.

His tongue, or rather the sudden appearance of it, elicited a moan, that made you feel as if you were whispering in a library. There were rooms nearby, and in the quiet of the night you knew any sound you made would be magnified, but you couldn’t help yourself, not when his tongue was drawing such delicious patterns inside your mouth. Oh his tongue, turns out it was just as skilled at kissing as it was at forming words.

You didn’t know how long you had been kissing him. It could be a minute or ten or even a century. You didn’t really care. And even though your lips were starting to feel sore, you had no intentions of stopping. Your palms were resting on the toned muscles of his chest, as the slow movements of his tongue patiently unraveled what little remained of your self-control. And whatever little remained was finally lost when his big, curious hands ventured a little beyond the small of your back, making you moan again. Loudly, this time. The same kind of sound you would make when biting into a juicy peach on a scorching summer day. And it all made you aware of the painful discomfort present between your legs. It was hurting like never before. It hurt from thinking about him, naked, hovering over you, strands of gold sticking to his forehead. And most importantly, it hurt from craving to be filled up by him.

And so, despite feeling like you could kiss him forever, you pulled away slowly. He was looking at you through heavy eyelids, his lips were red, a little swollen, and glistening with your saliva. You smiled at your work, the same type of smile artists give their sculptures once they’re finished. And you couldn’t help but think about how wrong you had been on that day in the forest: you didn’t want to fuck him, you wanted to make love with him.

“Commander, touch me.” Your words didn’t seem to register with him, because all he did was staring at your eyes. So you decided to guide his hand under your skirt, and between your legs, where you needed him the most. “I want you to touch me right here.”

“I’m not sure I should.” He said before pulling his hand away.

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[paws-in-ur-paws]

Where did I go?

Hi! It's me, Maws. You might know me as the former owner of the blogs @/paws-in-yo-maws and @/mogai-pride-flags. So, what happened and where did I go?

For starters, let me introduce myself once more. I'm 18, a furry artist, and a tech enthusiast. I'm also a nonbinary man (He/Paws).

(Explanation below the cut)

My Carrd

So basically, with paws-in-yo-maws, I got burnt out and deleted the original blog. After a bit, I made a new one, mogai-pride-flags. Now, things went south when I unfortunately got dragged into the r4dqueer (Censoring due to people finding this via search) community, as my 16-17 year old self basically thought, "Oh hey, a community of people who encourage complete freedom of one's self!"

It wasn't that. It wasn't that at all. It only got more extreme, between trace/transracial people, transabled, transtrauma... And also the pro-c mindset starting to overtake the community. So I got sick of it, said "Fuck this this is gross!", and left it. I took a break from MOGAI Tumblr after this, to focus on myself.

Am I still r4dqueer? Fuck no, nor am I in contact with any anymore. I am however still pro-endo and everything else, and am actually apart of a local sex positivity organization now which matches the original mindset I was going for, of self autonomy as long as it doesn't hurt anybody else.

I also still have the mindset that anybody can interact, I'll just block you if you're really bad enough to make me get off of my ass (I now have a "I don't care its just online" attitude)

(Just to note, I will not be actively hunting down RQs, more-so just staying away as I want to seperate myself completely. Please understand.)

If anybody has more questions, my ask box is completely open. My discord is also @endricus if you'd like to message me there.

[orchestraytedkhaos]

Rexsoka. Yeah, it's my ship. Still.

I mainly just lurk here, reading fanfic and enjoying the memes. But the angst of the last few has given me the courage to dive in and say a few words.

First, let me clear the air: Rebels was when I started shipping Rexsoka. Prior to their reunion on that show, it had never ever occurred to me to ship them. Despite having read the novels.

So, yeah, look, I totally get the opposition to shipping early Clone Wars Rex and Ahsoka. She's a child. He's a child too, arguably, although his accelerated maturation makes everything super messy. The military structure and fact that Rex is basically a slave means its got power issues galore. Then for those in the US, there is the whole 18 year old age of consent thing (noting, for good or ill, it's 16 most other places). I get why this squicks people. It's the SanSan of Star Wars.

But people grow up. Even on TV.

Season 7 Ahsoka is 17 going on 18, and effectively an adult. She's commanded armies, and just spent a year living and working independently. She is also obviously mature and, frankly, animated that way. Rex is a long term friend, they love and care for each other, and by the end of the season, she basically risks everything for him, and he for her. The episodes are also written in a very obviously shippy way, with the gazing, the chats, the meaningful converstions, the hand holding and the tears. Not to mention that sad, moonlit reunion in Tales of the Jedi.

And although I dont think it matters much, by this time, even taking Rex at double chronological age, the gap is pretty mild by fantasy standards. 17-18 and about 26, roughly the same as Buffy and age-corrected Angel, and way less than Han and Leia.

Fast forward to Rebels, and we have two mature adults with a shared history and goals, who love, trust and admire each other, share common interests, and are amongst the most important people in each other's lives. It's a believable and natural thing for that to progress to something more. The challenges to their relationship are things like, for Ahsoka, the lingering memory of the Jedi code and Anakin and Padme's destructive passion, and Rex's rapid aging, status and limited life experiences. It is those kinds of emotional and external barriers and their shared trauma that make the romance so interesting.

Season 7 + and Rebels Rexsoka is classic friends to lovers, and one of the nicest, softest and most realistic relationships in Star Wars. The opposition to it, and moraliatic shaming of those who like is, is something I simply don't get. It's bizarre. There are heaps of ships that are far, far more problematic (including Anakin/Padme) that don't get this hate.

Like, anti dudes, what exactly *is* the problem here? I suspect the it's that some people just want to get their hate on.

The recent flashbacks? Yeah, that one on Mandalore complicates thing, but I doubt they had stomping on shippers in mind when they cast Ariana, as I have seen suggested elsewhere. The more likely scenario is that - at about 14 yo when this was filmed - Ariana was totally perfect for the first flashback, and is perfect for playing young Ahsoka going forward. Even setting aside that she is an amazing actress, she's insanely athletic and can duel weild light sabres while knee walking though a twist. She's also already tied to Disney. She wasn't quite right for the part, and, I agree, that does make watching it in light of the fanfic a bit uncomfortable. But, it's not just a shipper issue. Putting an Ahsoka that looks and sounds like that in the episodes with the Martez sisters and Bo Katan is weird af too, and doesn't work. I doubt it is meant to.

Story-wise, the best and only real take is that the flashbacks aren't live action replays. The Mandalore scene doesnt even chronologically match what happened (Ahsoka is so fighting Saxon in that scene, which never happened). They are visions about Ahsoka and Anakin and their relationship, not live action replays. Both remember her as a child caught up in a war. Smoke, the fog of war, flashing lights and dying, faceless clones.

And Anakin and Rex.

What I take from these is that in Ahsoka's mind, and Anakin's too for that matter, Rex is always there for her. Standing in the chaos, calm and confident in himself and in her, and looking badass as heck. With an older Ahsoka it would have absolutely been smoking scene from her pov, and no way was it written otherwise. As an older Ahsoka remembering, it's hot. As younger Ahsoka, he's there as her protector and friend.

Do I do ever think this ship will play out on screen? Not, no explicitly. And, yeah, it probably is harder now because of that vision (although if they ever do film a younger Ahsoka series, they will undoubtedly be casting a young actor for Rex, and Ariana will, by then, be 18). But I don't think that was intentional, and I don't think that much has changed. It was always intended to be an "open for interpretation" relationship, written with the possibility not excluded. And I am good with that. Perhaps I even prefer it. Star Wars has a truly dreadful record with romance and, besides, too often cementing subtle or ust-based ships kill them. I just hope this hasn't, because it's still my ship and I love it.

[cressthebest]

Crimsons Rivers thoughts pt. 36

chapter 55:

1. kingsley is mad at lily and i GET IT i understand. but all those people are adults and CHOSE to go on the mission. it is not solely her fault

2. NOOOO!! sybil is so dear to me!! and kingsley broke up with her!!! no!!!!

3. god, i feel so bad for euphemia and fleamont. yeah victors were saved. but their children, their two children, were the only ones not brought back home. i don’t know how i would recover

4. “there was Narcissa, who wasn't just in the hunger games; no, she played the game, and she played it well, so well that Euphemia never doubted she would win.” yo that’s fucking terrifying. i-

5. andy and narcissa reuniting has me crying so hard. their sisterhood is so important to me

6. regulus doesn’t have sirius, so all he wants is james to comfort him. i- i can’t do this

7. “It's like this, that he turns to her, and Euphemia knows immediately, just that simply, that Sirius isn't here.

He isn't, because if he was, that's who Regulus would cling to; that's the only person he ever wanted to cling to.”

okay, um, simply stabbing my heart would have been easier

8. “They all knew only one could make it out, and Sirius wasn't going to be the one who did, except more than one has, and Sirius is the only one who didn't.” 😧😧😧

9. god i love dorcas. she is not lying to anyone they saved by saying there will be comforts, but she is saying they will be safe and everyone there will be kind. i love her so much

10. dorcas caring for marlene first >>>>>>>>>

11. LILY AND REMUS REUNITED!!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! THEYRE REUNITED!!!!

12. oh shit. wait. that was too soon. before the lily and remus reunion, he hears her say that the absolute love of his life is probably dead

13. remus’ breakdown has me in shock. like i’m not even in tears anymore, i’m just shocked. i- this hurts too bad to even cry

14. “Lily does not know much, she doesn't know what Sirius was to Remus, but she does know for sure now that he was something.

Maybe, as much as she dreads to think it, he was everything.”

😀😀😀 you can’t write lines like that. that feels illegal, to mess with my emotions like that

15. i want someone to care for me the way dorcas cares for marlene. she starts a war early to save her life. she’s willing to kill anyone to keep her alive. she will do anything.

16. “"Perhaps if you had considered the impact of the lives you planned to shape into martyrs, you would have realized that this could happen, and would be no one's fault but your own. You put those people in the arena this year, Albus, didn't you tell me that? All the ready opposition to Riddle, and you couldn't foresee this? Opposition to you?"”

get his ass alberforth. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

17. “In all his years, Aberforth has never seen a loyalty and love exist as the loyalty and love between those two boys do.”

this is so sweet if it weren’t for the context of the statement

18. 😀😀😀 wow i hate albus

19. “They are at their best together when they are showing their worst to one another and basking in the relief of being next to someone they know won't really care, or have an opinion on it, or judge them.”

regulus and remus’ friendship >>>>>>>

20. as reg is literally beating lily up he’s like “i love her! she’s amazing! she’s my savior!! 😊😊 that’s why i must try to kill her!!!

21. “It was supposed to be me and you, but Sirius is gone. Come back to me, baby, Regulus thinks, but James is gone.” 😀😀 what a fantastic start to my day

22. lily should have had a gun in canon. this au only further proves that to me. the war would be so short is lily evans was given a gun and told to just go off and do what she wanted with it.

23. zar gave marylily hints in the authors notes ??? 👀👀 marylily??? 👀👀 marylily endgame?? 👀👀🌸🍓🎉

24. authors notes: “lily lily lily my beloved <3 she really was about to blow albus' skull open, soooo sexy of her 🥰” AGREED

25. also there’s 420 comments on that chapter and i don’t want to fuck with that number.

[two-braincells-in-total]

Why I love Juliette Ferrars and you should too

It doesn’t matter if you’re a Juliette hater or supporter, please read this, I spent a lot of time on it, and it’s important to know who the main character of the book we’re reading really is for the sake of truly understanding the book.

I somehow ended up on a side of TikTok that’s filled with Juliette haters and I’m not happy about it. If Juliette has zero haters then I’m dead, so I decided to write a full analysis of her character throughout the series in the notes of my phone because that’s exactly what normal people do at 2 am (it was edited properly before posting btw). Buckle your seatbelts, we’ll be here for a while.

Starting off with Shatter me, book 1. At the beginning, Juliette is locked up, knows nothing about the outside world, she’s borderline insane. All she knows is what happened before she got sent to the asylum, which is what makes her think that her powers make her a monster (because of what happened to the boy when she was 14) or at least contributes for that mindset.

Many Juliette haters say that they dislike her because she’s whiny. I think the previous paragraph is enough to see how ridiculous that sounds, but I’ll elaborate because I’ve argued with some before and they didn’t find it enough. Now, let’s get back on the timeline to before the book even started (aka her backstory).

She’s a 17 yo with abusive parents who have isolated her since they found out about her powers. Not only that, but they made a point of showing her that they think she’s a monster, which is also contributing to the mindset of hers that I mentioned above. Her mother put her hand in the fire when she was FUCKING 6 YO to see if she was human enough to burn. I haven’t read Juliette’s diary, so I don’t know if we were told about other specific situations from her childhood like this one, because there wasn’t much info about her life with her adoptive parents in the books, except this one, but we were explicitly told that they’re abusive and can definitely say that shit like this happened all throughout her life with them, aka at least 14 yrs (before she killed that boy) and possibly up until she was 16 (that’s when she got locked up in the asylum. I say possibly because she spent a lot of time in detention centers, so I’m not sure if they had enough time with her for that, but if they did, they definitely used it), which is a lot of abuse when you do the math. Keep in mind all of the cruel kids and teachers during her earlier years. They add even more trauma.

This gives her a lot of reasons to develop mental health issues that some would describe as her being whiny. So, yes, it’s absolutely reasonable for her to feel insecure and sad for herself as she does in all books, especially in Shatter me and Unravel me. She’s a traumatized teenage girl acting like a traumatized teenage girl.

Thing is, she isn’t even as whiny as they make her out to be. I’m not saying she wasn’t at all, but it was a reasonable amount, considering her trauma. I know for a fact that if I was in her place, I would’ve been much more whiny and annoying, and this probably applies to all of us. She spent the page time she was in the asylum for to do that and she did throw several tantrums at the base with Warner, but she spent most of her time there pretending to adjust and she did it so well that she managed to fool Warner and escape with Adam. She was amazing during the time between them escaping and the end of the book. She really pulled herself together for that part of the book, so you can’t say she was whiny the whole time, because it would be straight up false information.

Moving onto Unravel me (I’ll talk about her relationship with Adam and how it changed her after I discuss her character on its own). She’s at Omega Point and has trouble adjusting. She’s relearning how to communicate and is still struggling with her trauma, which makes it harder for her to train her powers. She, again, has every right to be whiny, as they say, but she also gets the wake-up call from Kenji in this book. She pulls herself together and actually starts figuring out what her powers can do and she also starts building relationships with other members of the resistance, such as Winston, Brendan, Lily, Ian. This is a very important part of her character development, her finally getting people to help her stay pulled together and not fall apart, her making friends. There isn’t much else about this book individually, what I haven’t mentioned about it, I’ll talk about after I finish individual books, but it was a very important step in her personal growth.

The biggest jump in her character development happens in Ignite me. She was the most pulled together in this book and that’s why it’s most people’s favorite (plus the relationship with Warner).She fully takes control of her life and risks it all for a better world. She now has full control of her powers and knows they’re a strength, not a curse. She’s making plans to overthrow the Reestablishment and to change the world for the better and she wins the war at the end of the book. A huge part of this book is her relationship with Warner that I’ll talk about later.

Juliette in Restore me is a little bit different. She is the surpreme commander but is doubting herself all the time. She doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do and her insecurities come marching back into her head. She finally finds a piece of truth about her past and that really changes things. The state her character is in during the book is something that might’ve been annoying at first, but it was actually necessary. It shows that healing isn’t linear and that the fact that you were at a high point doesn’t guarantee that you won’t get low again. She might not have been as strong as she was in Ignite me, but that version of her was needed to build the final Juliette later on, and to show a realistic process of healing scars from a traumatic past.

Defy me shows how she got back up from the point she was at in Restore me. She was regaining her strength, managing to piece together the whole story of her past from beginning to end and finally finding Emmaline. I think this book is the best one in the series, not only because of the writing and plot, but also because of her character in it. She was determined to get out of Oceania and, even though Kenji and Nazeera helped her do it, she managed. She showed us how we shouldn’t give up, even when we fell from a high point. There is hope for a happy ending, there can a spark of happiness in dark times.

Imagine me Juliette lost her memories. We see her inner debate about doing her job vs helping people in need. We see that even when she doesn’t know who she is in the literal sense of the word, she still has that piece of her that wants to help people, to be kind. When she gets back her memories, she finally makes things right. This is the end of her character development.

Let’s get to the three main relationships that she forms throughout the series, the ones that contribute to her character development the most.

1) Her relationship with Adam – they meet in Shatter me and start dating almost immediately, which should’ve been the first red flag. She was a broken girl who knew nothing about the world and he was someone who wanted to protect her. He kind of has a savior mentality, always wanting to keep the people close to him safe, when it actually does them harm. This protective wing that he has over Juliette and him being immune to her powers give her the impression that she doen;t have them when she’s with him, that she’s a normal human. Notice how she thinks it’s the lack of powers that make her human. It’s important for the point I’m trying to get across.

All of this seems like the right thing to do in Shatter me, but the situation changes in Unravel me. We find out about Adam’s powers and how his relationship with Juliette isn’t as safe for his life as they thought. They start fighting and break up.

In Ignite me, Adam starts showing his red flags. He refuses to accept the fact that she doesn’t want him back. He keeps telling her that she shouldn’t take the chance that Warner is offering, he’s holding her back. Even she says it on multiple occasions.

The relationship was toxic but it was necessary for both of their character developments. They started off as two teenagers who didn’t know what love is, so they thought that the first act of kindness someone shows them is love. The fact that she didn’t want or need to be protected anymore didn’t fit the narrative and they weren’t complementing each other anymore. Both of them said and did thing they shouldn’t have, not only him, but also not only her. It was bound to fail, but it thought both of them something and it sets us up for personal growth for both of them. They both found someone who they made it work with (Warner and Alia) and ended it on good terms. If it wasn’t for the failed relationship, Adam wouldn’t have learnt more about Warner and they woulnd’t have bonded as brothers later on.

The relationship was painful for both, but it was needed for the personal growth. Juliette realized that she doesn’t need to be protected and Adam swallowed his ego.

2) Her relationship with Warner – He was the first person to encourage her to use her powers to their full potential, the first to reassure her that they don’t make her a monster. That’s exactly why she thought that getting closer to him was a moral slip. He reminded her of her monsterous side, unlike Adam, who she thought was her link to humanity.

Juliette haters sometimes say that she was playing with his feelings when she a) shot him in Shatter me, b) said Adam’s name in Unravel me and c) broke up with him in Restore me. Let’s discuss those three events.

a) I think he absolutely deserved the shot. He forced himself on her and even though he apologized, it was still wrong. She didn’t care about him at the time, she took advantage of the situation and saved Adam with the shot. Don’t get me wrong, I love Warner but he. Deserved. The shot.

b) She didn’t mean it maliciously. She just suddenly realized that she just broke up with Adam and it slipped from her mouth. The kiss was also a moral slip, she had a lot of those moral slips in Ignite me. Even though they weren’t kisses, she thought that her attraction to him was wrong. This is why she pushed him away every time they got close. It’s a trauma response. And this time it was a simple accident. She didn’t mean to say it. She didn’t mean to hurt him

c) This is the reason I hate Castle. He knew everything about Juliette from the very beginning. That’s why he sent Kenji to get her. He should’ve told her when she got to Omega Point, or at least when she became surpreme commander. By not telling her, he puts the blame on Warner and that’s why everything happened the way it did. And she was right to be angry. She took it out on Warner because that’s what Castle made it look like by making him tell her. It wasn’t Warner’s fault but it wasn’t Juliette’s either. They were kids who were put on the spot by the person who was supposed to guide them. Neither of them was at fault, especially not Juliette.

Warner’s relationship with Juliette was very important for her character development. He was constant reassurance and encouragement, and love. She needed that. The stages of their relationship and its ups and downs are similar to Juliette’s personal ones and I find this a very good parallel. He helped her get back up when she was low. He was a very important person in her life and really necessary for her personal growth, just as she was to him. They helped each other find out what love really is, because neither of them knew before they met.

3) Juliette’s friendship with Kenji – he was the person to tell her to get the fuck up and stop crying. He was the reason she took over her powers and got strong enough mentally to fight and win and rule. People might say that she only made it because of him and they’d be right, but that’s not a bad thing. We need other people to be the way we are. Nobody can make it on their own. That’s the point of their friendship.

Their friendship also showed us another side of her. In his POV we see on multiple occasions that he wouldn’t have made it without her either.

Here are some quotes from Kenji’s POV:

“No one really cares about my emotional state; no one but J, if I’m being honest.” – Reveal me

“I know if she could just see me, she’d know something was wrong and she’d come over here. I know she would.” – Reveal me

“I’ve tried talking to Castle or Winston – even Ian – but no one has ever clicked the way J does.” – Reveal me

“With her, it’s different. I never even realized how much I was missing until we really got to know each other.” – Reveal me

“She doesn’t have to say a word. I can look into her eyes and know she gets it.” – Reveal me

“She gives a shit about me in a way no one else ever has.” – Reveal me

“I hear some kind of shuffle, and my hear picks up. J always comes through. She always comes through.” – Reveal me

“But in an instant, her smile is gone. And when she goes suddenly pale, when her eyes pull together in concern – I feel the tiniest bit better. I know it’s strange, but there’s something reassuring about her reaction; it means that at least something is right with the world. Because I knew. I knew that, unlike everyone else, she’d see right away that I wasn’t okay. That I’m not okay. No superpowers necessary. And somehow, that means everything.” – Reveal me

There are more, but I think those prove my point. (Translation: My brain is turning off soon, so I gotta finish this instead of finding every single thing Kenji has ever said about J)

I think they’re pretty self-explanatory, but still – she cares about people. He explicitly says that’s what makes her a good leader. And we see that through her friendship with Kenji. He might’ve been the one to help her get it together, but she did the same to him, and we always overlook that fact. It’s a very important part of her character that I had to mention for this to be completed.

Before I finish this off, there are two more thing that I want to discuss. They are things Juliette haters say that I want to prove wrong.

1) “Juliette was stupid” – no she wasn’t. She was learning how to socialize again after isolation, that’s why she wasn’t socially smart, which is the reason they might think she was stupid. She was actually a very smart girl and the plans she made weren’t out of character. And they were working for a reason. The reason being – she’s. not. Stupid. Also, it’s not her fault no one ever told her anything!

2) “They would’ve made it without her, she wasn’t special. It might’ve been easier” – actually, they did need her. They wouldn’t have made it without Warner and he wouldn’t have participated if it wasn’t for her. Another thing is, Emmaline was directly related to her. And she was also part of the reestablishment’s plan. They wouldn’t have found where Emmaline was kept to take her down without Juliette. She was important to resistance. They needed her. Not because of her powers, but because of connections she brought them. She was also a very good leader, it’s just that nobody told her what she’s supposed to do. How is she expected to know how to do something that she’s never heard how to do before?

Something else about her is that no matter what she went through, she still managed to be kind. She was strong but she had a heart.

All in all, I think she was an amazing person, human-wise. She had every right to be ‘whiny’ in the beginning, so, no, this isn’t a good argument against her. As a character, she was incredibly written. Her character development wasn’t linear, she had ups and downs, which is something very realistic and it was also written well. She never felt ooc, she just healed realistically. Did she have flaws? Many. Some of them were small, others weren’t. But she was human. Imperfect. You say you want complex characters, imperfect characters, but you lose your shit when the fmc is actually complex and flawed.

The point of the series is that a past doesn’t define if you’ll do great things in your life. That’s up to you. And that, as I said, healing isn’t linear, so having low points doesn’t mean you won’t make it. The point of this series is Juliette’s growth throughout the books and for a good character arc to happen, you need a very flawed character to start with. That’s exactly what she is. I get not liking her as a person (actually I don’t) but you should really consider looking at her from the character angle. If you still don’t believe that what I said in this paragraph is true, then you really lack media literacy – you had 6 books, 5 novellas and this thing and if you still don’t get it, that sounds like a you problem.

Now, as a finale:

To other Juliette supporters – please tell me if I missed anything, or I interpreted something incorrectly.

To Juliette haters (or recently former ones, if this post made you doubt your first judgment) that hate her as a person, I have a question – do you dislike her because she isn’t likable, or is it just your internalized misogyny speaking?

DISCLAIMER 1: If you still don’t like her, I’m not going to fight you on it. We’re all entitled to our own opinions, I just wanted to put my point across and spark a little bit of thought process about her.

DISCLAIMER 2: This might be awfully written and maybe I’m a horrible at interpretations, I’m sorry. I know this is all over the place and chaotic (my teachers are crying rn), I’m sorry. I said everything I can say about her, and maybe I worded some things wrong, please correct me if it comes to it.

Bye!

3260 words on this, omg, longest thing I’ve ever written