#because i never managed a blog that big before

[theminecraftbee]

being in true sexyman nostalgia mode today (on account of. IT'S BEEN ONE YEAR BABY.) i think one of the most fascinating things about it is that we will never manage to do that again. like, not in a "we couldn't organize it better" way; there were better ways to do the spreadsheet, we would just turn off comments on posts and anon asks from day one so that we wouldn't then get people accusing us of censorship while we tried and failed to control the tide of things that ended up in the comments and inbox, we'd definitely have a WAY higher non-hermit contingent, both thanks to qsmp and thanks to the sexyman blog and medusa now having MUCH wider reach to other corners of the fandom and the original spread not all rooting at me, etc.

but the reason we couldn't do it again is that i don't know if we could ever replicate the exact circumstances that lead to it blowing up quite to the extent it blew up.

it was while tumblr polls and doing tumblr poll brackets on tumblr itself was still new-ish, and people were still excited about them. the idea of a mcytblr bracket was basically brand new; i won't claim we did it FIRST (because i have no idea if we did and doubt we did), but certainly we did it big first. so there's that; we can never again invent in real time "shit people are sending us threats about fraud lets legalize fraud because its funny, we can't stop it, and that neutralizes that drama as a thing anyone will take seriously", and then in turn accidentally invent a fandom culture of. um. wide-spread voter fraud.

(i don't know if we should apologize for, uh, causing the specific way mcytblr voter frauds. i still think it was better than the alternative at least, especially after seeing how so many other polls crashed and burned after us. there were MANY things we could have done better but i have seen SO MANY ways we could have done things worse since then so i think we came out looking pretty okay.)

but also: february 2023 was a very different time in mcytblr. we were in a hermitcraft dead period, where most of the hermits were either on vacation or playing tcg (which was fun, but didn't end up generating that much fandom activity by that time in february). the former dsmp crew was very much doing Nothing (and in that awkward space when the entire fandom knew dsmp 2 was never happening, but also people were still claiming it would happen, so it was just... busy waiting). qsmp didn't exist yet. there was no ongoing life series and wouldn't be for some time. i think even the dominioners and lifestealers were in a fairly dead zone. there was very little new for people to be excited about, mcyt content-wise.

enter: our poll. our poll which cleo then thinks its funny to call out on twitter. our poll, which was not only new mcyt content for the fandom to interact with (thanks to the fact we KEPT GETTING CC INTERACTIONS???), but participatory.

for about two weeks, we were the mcyt event de jour.

and like. the thing is. now we're in february 2024. mcyt is BOOMING. a new hermitcraft season JUST STARTED. we came off of vault hunters before that. meanwhile, qsmp just restarted and is, if i'm understanding correctly, booming. they just added a new guy! the two current juggernauts of the fandom are in FULL SWING. i honestly think we'd be somewhat overtaken by the fact things are actually happening in fandom. there's stuff to do that ISN'T go insane about a poll.

and it's not new, and we've seen it all before now, and frankly, it's hard to cause a mass hysteria event TWICE. lightning in a bottle, as they say.

i think part of the reason we all just REMEMBER mcytblr sexyman so much is that we could never, ever recreate it, so it remains crystalized in a single moment in time, impossible to replicate, forever memorable.

anyway: HAPPY ONE YEAR TO THE JOE HILLS SWEEP BABY,

#mcytblr sexyman #sorry i'm in nostalgia mode and feel like rambling. o7 happy one year to joe's victory

[trina864]

Late Night Drive | J.JK

Summery: You and your boyfriend take a late night drive through the city where you met, it starts out with love, ends with a round of fuck and love. Paring: Jungkook x F!Reader | Est. Relationship Genre: Fanfiction, Romance | Fluff, Smut Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Mentions of attempted r*pe. Boyfriend Jungkook. Making out. Smut. Sex. Unprotected Sex. N*pple play. I would say the smut part is quite vanilla. ‣ A/N: Sooo, Jungkook again. Finally finished this, it actually wasn't planned to be smut, but I got carried away, have you guys seen the new video from CK with Jungkook?! Jungkook in a tanktop is my new favorite, and omg I haven't even mentioned seven on the blog yet, but shit I'm dying. I'm working on something with seven, but you know me, I'm not sure when I'll be able to finish it, and it's a pretty big project, so we'll see what happens. Anyway enjoy the fic! (:

"Catch!" You yell to your boyfriend, throwing the keys to his black Mercedes. Jungkook caught them, standing on the other side of the car.

He looks from the keys in his hand to you opening the door to the passenger seat. He opens the door and asks "You don't wanna drive tonight?"

"Nah, I wanna admire the city and my beautiful boyfriend tonight." You say as you click yourself in. Jungkook smiles his cute bunny smile before he too clicks himself in.

When Jungkook turns the keys, the car comes to life with a roar. The lights in the car, LED purple and blue, turns on together with the roar.

He takes the car out of park mode and starts to drive out of the very filled parking lot.

The roads are lightened up by the streetlights in contrast to the parking lot which was completely dark, only the lights from your apartment's windows shined across the dark parking lot.

The leather seats in the car are reflecting purple and blue light onto Jungkooks face. He’s concentrated on the road giving you lots of time to admire him.

His hair newly washed still damp, the strands too reflected the lights. Both hands placed on the steering wheel, one cowered in tattoos. His legs clenching the faster he drives. His shirt hugging his strong figure.

His lips lifts in a smirk, he feels your eyes on him in a longer period of time. Jungkook has always loved your attention, you are one of the few were he doesn’t turn shy.

With you it’s confidence all the way, because he knows you, and loves you.

“Like what you see?” He asks all cocky.

“Nope not at all.” You say playfully making a small pout form on Jungkooks lips. It isn’t long though before he gets an idea.

His tatted hand slowly creeps down the steering wheel, over the gear lever, and over to your thigh where it rests comfortably.

A shiver goes over your spine as you feel Jungkook’s hand caress your thigh with utter love.

Unable to hide your smile you look out the window to the moving city, remembering all of the old memories you built with Jungkook.

Your first tattoo, the time you met each other’s parents, the day Jungkook asked you to be his partner.

One strong memory keeps popping up into your head, and you decide to share it with Jungkook as you think he never actually heard your feelings on the story.

“Do you know when I started loving you?” You ask quietly. He looks over at you, trying to catch your eyes, but you keep them on the moving city outside.

He gives you a soft squeeze with the hand on your thigh, and he sees how comfortable and content you seem in this moment. As if everything is just good right now. “No I don’t think I know that.”

“Well, do you remember our third date or something, that one were I thought it would’ve been a good idea for us to go to a club.” You ask looking back to Jungkook with anticipating eyes.

He gives you another squeeze, remembering exactly which night you’re referring to. “I would rather want to forget that night, but yea I do.” He manages to chuckle it out, not as much for his own sake as for yours.

That night had been a real nightmare for you. He gets shivers just thinking back to your trembling body walking out of the restroom with a dress torn in the side and mascara running down your face.

You ran into his arms that night even though you still didn’t know each other that well.

You explained how a guy had tried to do things to you while on the way to the restroom. He had almost succeeded before you got your hands in your pepper spray and you ran out of there.

Two minutes passed where Jungkook tried to calm not only you but also himself. How he wanted to smack that guy's face into the floor and kick him unconscious.

But he could sense that you needed something steady and strong in that moment, not someone who couldn’t control their anger. So he stood with you and hugged you.

“That night was both the worst and the best night ever.” You say. Jungkook looks at you with a frown not catching on to how it could’ve been a good night.

“I’m not following.” He says looking back to the road as one lonely car passes by.

You smile fiddling with your hands. “The moment the guy came running out from the restroom and walked up to us, I knew you wanted to fight him.” Jungkook clenches his jaw, hand tightens around the steering wheel.

This shows just how right you are, somewhere in his eyes there’s a look of regret, for not having punched the guy.

“Of course I wanted to fight him. I wanted to punch him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to walk again.” He says, and he gets surprised by your answer.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You clear your throat and Jungkook looks over at you, your face like his illuminated in purple.

“I felt how angry you were, but you calmed yourself for me, do you have any idea how rare that is? I needed you to let him go, and you did. That made me feel so safe, you have no idea how good I felt in your arms when we got home. I never felt so at ease before, as if there was nothing in the world that could hurt me, because I had you.” He doesn’t know how to reply in this moment, he is speechless.

You can’t contain your emotions tonight, they shine on your face with every smile and breath. Especially the smile you have now is showing Jungkook more than anything else could.

“That’s how I still feel. I feel safe with you Jungkook, at home. And I very much believe that is how love feels. I started loving you in that moment, and never stopped.” You say.

Both of you watch as the light from the same club’s sign shine through your windows and adorns the car in turquoise blue.

Jungkook pulls over not too long after and turns to you with his whole body. Like he had seen emotions in your eyes, you see emotions in his.

The small unsheat tears at the corners of his eyes, and the lifted shape of his eyes from the smile he adorned.

To you he is as euphoric as the heart of a field filled with pink and white flowers.

He feels like the luckiest guy in the entire world sitting in front of you like this and showing his emotions without being scared of what you would think.

No words are needed between you two, the love for each other is evident for both of you. All that are needed is to let silence do its part and sit long enough for the emotions to lick up your body and embrace you in a warm hug.

It's you who makes the first move, crawling over the gear lever, and straddling Jungkooks lap. He smiles looking up at you and you wipe the tears in the corners of his eyes.

"I love you more than words could ever describe." He says and leans into your hands.

You bend down and kiss him, pressing your lips hard against his, just to try and show all the affection. Jungkook returns the kiss just as passionate as you, opening your mouth, and licking his way into your mouth.

You start grinding down into his lap, pressing against his dick. Jungkook moans into your mouth, loving the way you move on top of him. His hands wander down your sides and lay over your hips were he guides them.

You sit like that for quite a while, making out, Jungkooks dick grows hard under you and for every time your cunt presses against him you have to hold your moan.

Even with his small whispers that he wanted to hear you, and you shouldn't hold back with the sounds, you have to keep some in to not seem too desperate.

Suddenly Jungkook gets enough of your 'holding in your moan policy' and he stops you.

You whine quietly, but he shushes you as he starts leaning the seat back. When the seat is as leaned back as it can get he switches places and pulls his shirt over his head.

You almost drool, looking over his abs and feeling them over.

He smirks down at you as you too get rid of your shirt and your shorts, leaving you in only panties. You left the bra at home. He is over you in an instant, grabbing and twisting your nipples in between his fingers.

You're in bliss, Jungkook switches one of his hands out with his mouth, and the noise his sucking and licking makes is sinful, you don't even notice Jungkook getting rid of his own pants.

It's first when his bare thighs tangle against your own that you notice the lack of clothes from his side as well as yours.

From there it all seems to go a bit quicker, you getting rid of your underwear and Jungkooks his. He bends your legs up so your thighs are resting over you. He pumps himself a few times before he lines his cock up with your pussy entrance.

Your eyes meet, and again no words is needed as the love and sexual seduction shows itself.

It's almost as if your moan and Jungkooks groan harmonizes, both coming out equally loud as he pushes his dick into you.

You lay still for a few seconds as your pussy adapts to Jungkooks seize. He kisses you, and whispers sweet nothings between small kisses.

It's first when you tap his abdomen twice he starts to move, just like you had agreed.

He starts out slow, still letting you adapt to his seize, but slowly as your moans gets louder and the windows gets more fogged the pace quickens.

It doesn't take long before Jungkook is hammering into you, pulling the filthiest moans from your mouth, and making the seat beneath you squeak as if it's in pain.

Your wet sounds are not half as attractive as Jungkooks grunts and whimpers. His cock hitting into your g-spot, plus him whimpering with his whiniest voice "Fuck yea." is so filthy, so dirty and nasty that you feel your orgasm bulid up in turbo mode.

"Ah, Jungkook I'm so close." You whimper with closed eyes and tears in the brim. He looks down at your beautiful squinted face, sweat on your forehead as well as your inner knees were his grip is starting to slip.

His own sweat drips from his neck down to your neck where the two substances mixes. The windows are unable to be seen through.

"Fuck, ah!, you look so good, a mess all because of my dick. Are you gonna cum on my dick huh? Is that what you want? To milk it into your cum?" His words is as sinful as the car you're in, and you whimper a series of 'yes'.

Jungkook quickens the pace. If his pace was fast before this is rapid. It's almost animalistic how he grunts and fucks into you, even you feel how your walls clench harder around him. Your nails dig into his back, you don't scratch scared you'll actually scratch through his skin. "Oh- my- go- od, Jungkook!!" You manage to get out through each thrust.

Your orgasm hits you like a train, running all over you as your body spasm. Jungkook doesn't slow down, he keeps the same unforgiving pace through the whole of your orgasm. You feel used in the best way as your orgasm is over. Jungkook is still not finished, but you feel his dick twitch inside you.

You help him on the way, you have to make him cum so you can get a break. You do the thing Jungkook loves the most, and dirty talk to him. "Shit, my cum is all over you cock, it's on the seat. You're gonna get stained by my pussy juice when you drive." You say and Jungkook has to rest his head on you as he falls weak for your voice.

"You're covered in my cum kookie, you have to cover me too. Cum inside me baby. Paint my pussy white with your cum, kookie." You moan. It doesn't take long from there till Jungkook is loosing his grip and cumming into your tight pussy. "Fuuuuck! Yea, ah." He moans as his load shoots into you and mixes with your own sticky cum.

You almost get another orgasm just by how good it feels to get coated by Jungkook, how good it feels when his body takes over and he has no control of how he hammers into you.

When he is done he collapses on top of you, dick still wrapped in your warm walls. "I love you Y/N." He says as he feels your fingers run through his hair.

"And I love you Kookie." You say and smile as Jungkooks arms sneaks under you and he hugs you with his face nuzzled into your neck.

Shit, you love car drives with Jungkook.

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[7ndipity]

Bts as Doms

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: Headcanons about how the members would be as Doms

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. Mentions of bondage, oral(f. and m. receiving), degradation, spanking, choking, free use, edging, orgasm denial, one daddy joke(and this is the only time you will ever see it on this blog) not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @a-gayish-unicorn for requesting this! This list is a bit of a mess, but I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging all week without anything. As always, If y’all have any additional thoughts, feel free to add them in the notes!

Masterlist

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Jin:

He’s mainly a soft dom, but he also gives Brat Enabler vibes. Like, he kinda loves when you sass him and act up in the same ways that he does when you’re in charge so that he can punish you.

Loves when you’re good for him tho and let him use you however he wants, holding your hair as he guides your mouth up and down his length, cooing at you whenever you gag around him.

Teases you constantly, making you tell him exactly what it is you want from him before he’ll do anything, letting his hands just ghost over your body and making it increasingly difficult for you to think.

Big fan of restraints and edging, pinning your hands over your head while he pushes into you, slowing his hips just before you both cum. “You can take it for a little longer, right Sweetie?”

Somehow still manages to make everything feel intimate and romantic. Like, he could be absolutely railing you from behind, but he’s whispering the sweetest things in your ear as he is doing so, telling you how good you’re doing for him and how much he loves you.

Tends to only be rough or mark you up when he’s feeling particularly needy or possessive, wanting to make sure that people know you’re taken.

Yoongi:

I’ve said it before, but he gives soft pleasure dom vibes. Like, he might get a little rough with you sometimes, but he really doesn’t have it in him to be overly strict or harsh with you.

Has certain petnames that he only uses for you when he’s in these moods. “Kitten, can you come here please?”

Drives him crazy to see you spread out or on your knees for him, so pliant and waiting with that desperate look in your eyes.

Similar to when he’s subbing, he’s not too crazy about degradation, but he really loves to tease you, always mixing in some sweet words so it doesn't sting too much, but still makes you blush and flustered, calling you his needy little baby while you ride his thigh.

Absolutely loves overstimulating you. Man will eat you out for hours till you’re in tears and writhing in his hold, begging for a break.

Super soft aftercare is always a must with him, no matter what kind of scene you just played out. He really enjoys the quiet intimacy of cleaning up and looking after you while you come back down.

Hobi:

Hobi is a hard, but very nurturing dom. Like, he’s super strict and not afraid to be rough with you, but everything he does is accompanied by soft guidance and reassurances in a low voice that makes your mind go a little hazy. “You gonna let me take care of you, Sweetheart?”

Rigger for sure, he loves shibari and thinks you look so pretty tied up in different styles. Would definitely take pictures of you like that if you’re comfortable with it.

Almost every time he doms ends with you face down, ass up, with one of his hands wound into your hair so he can pull you up to hear your moans while he pounds into you.

He’s also a fan of spanking for sure, be it on your ass, your thighs, etc. He has a slight sadism kink that peaks through now and then, but he never takes it very far.

Partially because of that tho, he tends to be extra sweet during aftercare, needing to balance out any harshness or punishments by being as close and soft with you as possible to help ground both of you afterwards.

He gives Sugar Daddy vibes, tbh. He loves spoiling you and buying you pretty things like jewelry or lingerie to wear for him. Also really into non-sexual shows of domination, like resting a hand on your back when you’re out together, it makes him feel like your protector.

Namjoon:

Daddy-Sorry what?

But fr tho, although he gives hard dom vibes, I think he actually leans more to the soft side, bordering on pleasure dom energy. He really gets off on your reactions and being the one to take care of you.

Obviously has a thing for dirty talk, as well as a slight humiliation kink. He loves making you tell him exactly what you want/need from him, because 1. Communication is super important and sexy, and 2. He knows it embarrasses you a bit and helps push you further into subspace.

Very big fan of bondage and sensory deprivation. He loves how sensitive and reactive it makes you, the tiniest touches making you twitch and wine.

Big fan of manhandling you into whatever position he wants, his favorites being mating press or having you ride him until he gets impatient and starts thrusting up into you.

Loves edging and orgasm denial, seeing how close he can get you to the edge every time before you finally fall apart. “Hold it. Don’t you dare fucking cum yet.”

Jimin:

Surprisingly stern dom with slight Brat Tamer energy. Like, don’t let the angel eyes fool you, when he gives you an order, he expects you to follow it or face the consequences,

Biggest fucking tease and the teensiest bit of a sadist, he will edge and overstimulate you within a inch of sanity, cooing sickly sweet little remarks in your ear. “Poor baby, can't even handle a couple rounds? We’ll just have to build up your stamina, won’t we?”

As harsh as he might be with teasing and punishments, he’s equally as generous with rewards when you’re good for him.

Big fan of guided masturbation, having you spread all pretty for him as he tells you exactly how to touch yourself or him.

Definitely likes experimenting with different themes and toys/tools. The type that would have you wear vibrating panties when you go out together so that he can tease you by turning them on randomly and watch you squirm.

Super soft with aftercare tho, handling you with the gentlest touches and sweet words. He always wants to make sure you know just how much he loves and cares for you after every session, holding you til you fall asleep.

Taehyung:

Super soft dom, he absolutely loves getting to baby you, kissing and touching you all over until you're a pile of mush in his arms. “Can I make you feel good, Baby? Please?”

He’s very much an aestheticist, he loves roleplay and setting the scene, as well as buying pretty little outfits for you to wear for him.

Praises you constantly, telling you how good you feel, how well you’re doing for him, how much he loves getting to see you like this, etc.

Definitely into taking photos and filming the two of you. Probably has a whole photo album of pictures, ranging from blurry polaroids to more professional shots he took with his film camera or phone.

Torturous levels of teasing. He will finger you for hours, bringing you to the very edge before stopping, kissing you as you cry in frustration.

Really loves the idea of free use, gifting you a special necklace or bracelet for you to wear as a sign to him that he can do whatever he wants with you. The idea of you always being willing to take him makes his ego(and other things) swell with pride.

Jungkook:

He has his softer moments, but I think when he doms, he tends to lean more towards hard dom. He really loves being in control and going all out on you.

Big fan of breathplay. He loves the way it makes you shake and clench around him, tattooed hand snaking up to hold your neck and squeezing just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.

He fucking loves to overstimulate you, making you keep count of how many times you’ve cum before he’s even inside you.

When he’s in a teasing mood tho, he’s so fucking mean, denying and ruining you orgasms, laughing when you get frustrated. “I’m sorry baby, were you gonna cum?”

Loves leaving marks all over on you, be it hickeys/bitemarks, handprints, etc. His favorite tho is probably cumming inside you, watching it leak out before pushing it back in with his fingers(feel like he has an untapped breeding kink, but-)

Also really loves looking after you in non-sexual ways, be it paying for your meal or just helping you get something off a shelf that’s too high for you. It makes him feel needed.

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[auraticere]

You Belong With Us - Full Series | (Alpha!WandaNat x Omega!Reader)

Taglist: @newawakening9@new-lee-marvel-fan-blog@loveshineslikethesky@madelineleong@tigerlillyruiz @bubbles2416 @mmmmokdok @heidithriel@supaheroine@smromanoff@summergeezburr @natlover69 @reginassweetheart @anonymoussssss-stuff @xxxtwilightaxelxxx@darkstar225@kljhsong@whitewidowsbite @ripofflizzie @peggyc4rtershaircurler@marvelonmymind @wandanatlov3r @wandanatsgirl@coollemonsaresour@willisnotmental@amaberry20 @cherlenovix@upsidedowndanvers @faith-olsen @jamie0515 @natashaswife4125

Masterlist

Warnings: A fair amount of angst and a lot of fluff, amongst many others.

Word Count 23.6k

Note: This is going to be very long, so open this with caution!

Despite being an Omega, you found yourself walking life’s roads without a mate. It’s not that you want to see the one true love you're destined to be with; you are afraid of Alphas and their aggressively impulsive behaviors. All because you were raised by a paranoid Omega mother and an absent Alpha father. Your mother was awfully paranoid of, well, everything. From having Alphas in the street take advantage of her anxiety to her husband coming back as an abusive drunk. All worries never happened, but she did project a lot of her pains and sadness onto you and blamed you, quite frequently, for the sorry state she was in. Eventually, you left her behind to pursue a future.

Now, you thought, it is time for a nice cup of hot coffee…or tea, you still haven’t decided. You climb out of your grey-cloaked bed, put on warm clothes with some sneakers, and exit your bedroom. Walking down the carpeted hallway, you turn right into the living room to grab your house keys and phone, then leave the small little hovel you call home before realizing you forgot to take your suppressants - you are only going to the coffee shop and back, can’t be that bad, right? 

 You press the ground floor button and pull out your phone, which has a small crack on the left side of the screen. You open up a social media app and start mindlessly scrolling through the ‘For You Page.’ 

As the elevator descends to the ground floor, it stops abruptly at floor #4 to let someone in. No big deal, you thought. You scrolled onto another social media app to see what your favorite celebrities were doing nowadays. The door opens, and a 5’8 brunette pops in and sluggishly presses the ground floor button. You briefly look up before resuming your scrolling, paying her no mind until she lets out a dramatic sigh.

“Kate Bishop,” you mimicked Yelena’s voice.

“Mornin’,” Kate groaned, yawning while putting her scraggly hair into a sloppy bun, “You headin’ downtown for some coffee too?”

“Yuh, *yawns*, need some asap - oh, maybe a donut or a muffin?” You put your phone away in your back pocket and look back up to Kate, who is shabbily dressed in Yelena’s wrinkly black Nirvana shirt and blue plaid pajama pants with grey and white running shoes; clearly, Kate did not give a single fuck about what she wore. 

Besides, Kate seems to not have slept; in fact, she is physically drained. The distant stare at the monochrome elevator door, the dark bags underneath her eyes, and the faint smell of sweaty clothes attacked your nostrils.

“I…need…coffee, mmh, this sucks.” Kate pinches the bridge of her nose and then rubs her eyes.

“Had an intense workout…?” You raised a brow.

Kate flashes a tired grin and giggles, “You can say that.” With a lop-sided smile, Kate manages to suppress her giggly stupor, “Don’t think coffee’ll help with anything, could go for some water, though.”

“True that.” you rake your y/e/c hair behind your ear, “Probs won’t sit around too long - gotta refill my prescription.” you half-truthed to cover up your suppressant use.

Kate turns her head a few degrees, narrowing her eyes and crinkling her nose in doubt; you have never mentioned any prescription since she and Yelena have known you. Hell, Yelena has made comments about you possibly being a beta before. Kate sees right through your lie and pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing disappointedly.

“Okay,” she drawled as the elevator door opened; you two stepped out and exited through the lobby’s glass doors and made your way down the cracked sidewalk with the chilly wind blowing through your hair, “I know your ‘prescriptions’ are suppressants, Y/N, don’t gotta hide it from me.”

“Wh-what, how!?” you sputter, spit flying out your mouth.

Kate turns her head as you two approach the coffee shop’s doors, and your fellow Omega companion opens the door for you before smirking, “Because….” Kate chuckles, “We’re Omegas, Y/N, we Omegas kinda act alike - suppressants are kinda common among us; um, just a vanilla mocha and an ice water for us.” she flashes an awkward smile to the cashier before she whips out her card.

“I’ll meet you in our usual spot.” You turn on your heel and walk towards the back of the cafe.

The coffee shop is laid out with typical indoor dining chairs and tables strewn about; the tables are brown, with the chairs having green cushions on top of the hard white metal chairs. Warm wooden walls decorated with fake ivy and paintings of steaming hot coffee. Now past the counter, in the main lobby, the interior has a rustic green and brown look. There is a leaf green plush couch to your left directly across from two chairs of the same make, same-colored plush, and they had similar carvings as the couch. A multilayered coffee table was between the sofa and the chairs, with drawers filled with extra books and beaten-up board games crammed into the bottom.

Your usual spot was down a weathered, narrow corridor to the left at the end of the hall. Entering the backroom, you realize how hollow the halls are: you can hear the shallow clinking of your sneakers bouncing off the walls. 

You sink into the sofa, waiting for Kate, and your mind begins to wander and wonder about the day ahead - what would you be doing today other than going to the pharmacy and grabbing your prescription? Some doodling on your tablet, snuggling up in your favorite blanket, watching your favorite videos or TV shows, or a comfort film? You have received a few commissions recently, and the bills are paid, so why not a day of relaxation? But with Kate knowing about your use of suppressants, she will likely follow you to the pharmacy and demand you go home with her and flush your prescription down the toilet. It’s an odd thought to have, but it is definitely in the realm of possibility Kate would do such a thing. So, probably not the best idea to travel to the pharmacy immediately after coffee.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to hang out with Kate afterward and then go to the pharmacy just to make sure Kate was off your tail.

As minutes flew by, you heard another pair of footsteps echoing off the walls; it must be Kate.

“One coffee for my fellow Omega and one water for me!” Kate chirps as she plops her bottom on the sofa next to you, “Soooo, wanna talk about your suppressant use or?”

“I don’t take 'em every day, Kate,” you sip your coffee, “Only when I go out in public, which is like never.”

Kate smiles, and relief washes over her - allowing herself to release the breath she had been holding; she’s glad you aren’t addicted to them. Despite not going out often, you pop a pill every few days to stave away your heat, just in case. You refuse to tell her that, but you understand that Kate did the same things you’re doing now.

“Can’t take them forever, Y/N - it’s gonna hurt you in the long run, especially when you find your mate.” Kate takes a swig of her water, nearly chugging all of it in one go.

“Hehe, what makes you think I’ll ever find my mates. Don’t wanna meet them right now, to be honest with you, Kate. I’m perfectly fine cruising through life without a mate.” you crossed your legs as you leaned against the armrest, resting your head on your hand, “I mean, why would I let an Alpha barge into my life, beat me into submission, and then leave me on the side of the road?”

“WOAH!” Kate half-yelled, her sudden and loud exclamation echoed down the hall, “Why would you say something like that? Not all Alphas are bad; just look at Yelena!”

You understood why Kate has an optimistic view of Alphas. Still, any positive perception of Alphas has tarnished all thanks to your parents, particularly your mother, who told you how your mate would reject you on the spot and go after another five minutes after.

“Kate…she’s one of the few good ones, I’ll admit it, but all my life, my mom….” you paused, looking away from Kate’s eyes to bashfully stare at the wall, “Said they would tear me apart and well, what I said earlier were one of the many other things she threw my way. Still, I read so many stories about other Omegas having an amazing life with their fated mates, but I honestly don’t believe my Alpha would love me or even bother having me in their life.” you explained with a frown.

Kate frowns and whines, “I remember you saying something about that. I understand why you think such things, Y/N. I know finding your mate won’t solve all your life’s problems-”

“I’m fine, Kate. I’m doing great without them now, aren’t I?” you interjected, “My art is selling well, and I’m living comfortably; I also have some friends to boot. Kate, I’m fucking scared of finding my mate - scared they’ll hurt me like the Omegas you see on the news. Tired of always being so afraid to exit my apartment.” 

Kate nods in understanding while placing a reassuring hand on your knee, “I know how you feel; I was just like you, sort of.” the archer pauses for a moment to consider an idea, “Hmm, well…maybe the best way to conquer this fear is to…hang out - one on one - with Yelena.”

“Really?” you shifted in your seat; Kate’s suggestion made you nervous; if it weren’t more prominent, you were now looking away from her piercing blue eyes and outside the windows. 

The scraggly brunette grabs your chin and turns your head back to face her, “Yes.” she spoke with firm confirmation, her eyebrows were raised and her lips pursed as she nodded, “Yelena is a great example of a good Alpha, sure she has some flaws and lapses of judgment but some time alone with her might do you some good, maybe?”

Perhaps so. It could definitely be beneficial for you in the long run; being around a trusted Alpha can improve mental health to a degree, build up some confidence in the unmated, or, should an Omega drop, be a source of comfort and a safe space. You haven’t dropped for a while, maybe three months ago, and you were alone in your bedroom. What could go wrong with some time with your friend?

You aren’t sure what this would theoretically do for you - possibly understanding the mind or personality of the Alpha? One part of you really wants to believe that Alphas are gentle, caring protectors, but the other says they will hurt you and use your body as their personal plaything, only to be left in the streets when they have their way with you. 

Mulling it over in silence for a moment, fidgeting with your hair, twirling a strand anxiously, and paying no mind to your coffee or Kate’s expectant glare. Your bite your bottom lip and then take a deep breath before hesitantly answering, “Ye-yeah, I suppose I could try…. What if-”

“Ah, ah!” Kate stopped you from going on an overthinking tirade by reflexively placing the tip of her right thumb between both your lips, catching you completely off-guard, “No what ifs or buts, Y/N. You will find your Alpha mate, and I promise: they won’t leave you or hurt you.” she removes her thumb from your mouth and smiles warmly.

You offer a sheepish smile in return, “Mhm.”

“Sooo, how does noon sound?”

You and Kate discuss what you and Yelena might be doing for the hour or so you’re there. It’s decided you and Yelena will have a quiet day on the couch, watching movies and ordering a large pizza to enjoy.

“Do you really think this would work?” you asked, sipping on your coffee before speaking again, “Cause I really don’t want to waste Yelena’s time by-”

“It won’t fix your problems. However, it could help you…not run away from your potential partner at first sight of them.” Kate interrupts, “Another thing.”

“Hmm?’

“You won’t be there long - Lena’s sister and her other Alpha friend, I think, are in town and are about to visit,” Kate warns light-heartedly only because Lena’s sister has said she is unmated to any Omega yet and so is her friend.

“Oh. Isn’t her sister one of the Avengers? I’d love to meet an Avenger!” You flashed a bright smile Kate’s way and shook with excitement.

Kate winces and inhales through her mouth, “Not a good idea right now.”

“Why? Is the Black Widow not in the mood for other visitors?” you joked, unprepared for what Kate had to say next.

“No, it’s much more than that…Natasha is unmated, and so is her friend, Wanda.”

“Ah,” you put your coffee cup on a coaster before resuming, “That is a valid reason not to stay.”

“Yeah,” Kate took a quick sip of water, “You only need Yelena, not Natasha, not Wanda, just you and Yelena.”

You nodded in agreement, “Welp, should we, uh, call her first?”

“Mhm!” She purses her lips, “Lena, don’t be mad at me for springing this on you.”

Kate drowsily fishes around in her pockets for her cell phone. From the sound of it, she has wads of paper, change, for some reason, and plastic wrapping. Why was she carrying these things in her pocket, to begin with? Your fellow Omega seems slightly distressed at the absence of her phone, “Lemme guess, you forgot it at home…again?”

She gives you a blank stare, her lips still pursed with annoyance at herself for being so forgetful, “May I, please?” She frowns with puppy eyes sparkling underneath the lights.

“Fine,” you drawled, “You really need to have it on you; Yelena’ll be pissed this time.”

“Protective,” Kate corrects, “She’s very protective of her Omega” She blushes while searching for Yelena’s name in your contacts, “Ooh, I bet she’s gonna be cranky and growl into the phone; that’d be so hot!”

You just blink and stare absently.

“You’ll understand someday, Y/N/N…hey, Lena!”

“Where are you?” Her tone radiated irritation; she probably woke up without Kate in bed next to her, “Kate Romanoff," There’s the growl Kate had been anticipating.

Kate nearly squealed like a kid on Christmas; she could barely contain her excitement at Yelena’s possessiveness over her mate, “At the coffee shop with Y/N, she and I were wondering….”

“Kate.” The blonde groaned.

“Hear me out, okay?”

“Fine,” Lena dragged out.

“I figured she might benefit from hanging out with you alone, you know, to glean a better understanding of Alphas ‘cause she’s kinda afraid of being with one?”

“Wait, she actually agreed to that? That's surprising. "

“She trusts you, Lena, and only you…currently, please. I think this could really help her.”

“Okay, you got me because I owe her a favor. Make it quick; Natasha and Wanda are on their way and will be here in two hours or less.”

“Thank you, thank you! I promise tonight, I’ll let you-” Kate turns away from you and whispers into your phone, “Knot me tonight.” and then immediately hangs up, leaving Yelena a flustered, babbling mess. Kate turns to you and hands your phone back, “Alright, it’s signed and sealed; let’s get going.”

You and Kate throw away your garbage and leave the secluded room, heading back to the apartments for your visit with Yelena. Anxiety wells up within you with each step you take, ‘It’s just Yelena; she’s a trusted friend, remember?’ you say to yourself to ease your nerves. It doesn’t help in the slightest. Kate listens to your shallow, shaky breathing and clenches your hand, “It’s gonna be okay, I promise - it’s Yelena; she will not hurt you, Y/N/N.”

“I know, there’s still the possibility that Natasha might show up earlier than expected and-”

“Y/N, I promise you will be gone before they arrive. If anything, should they arrive sooner than later, you can always make an exit, no feelings hurt.” Kate opens the door for you, and you both return home.

—

“Kate Romanoff,” the blonde answers the door upon the first knock, “Y/N, come on in! I have some snacks for us…and my sister and her wife, when they get here in like an hour and a half, make yourself comfy. And Kate…what will you be doing?”

Kate immediately makes a beeline for the bedroom. You recall she hasn’t slept because Yelena kept her up all night with strenuous physical activity, and her exhaustion showed in her posture and face, “I knew it.” You laughed.

“Oof, alright, take a seat with me, Y/N,” Yelena shrugs off Kate’s exit, clearly more interested in talking with you.

“Sooo, how do we go about this?” you wondered, twirling your hair nervously.

“Hmm, well, I know why you think what you think. Your mom was a big factor, especially since all her paranoia passed to you. What about us Alphas scares you, though? Never talked about it much.” Yelena eats cheese and crackers while you explain everything you told her Omega.

“I always hear things on the news about how Alphas mistreat or abuse my kind, and I’ve read many articles telling me how awful Alphas really are and why they shouldn’t be trusted.”

“It made your fear worse,” Yelena observed, “Most of those articles are written because they loathe them. You do not hate Alphas, right?”

You sighed heavily, crossing your arms and looking down at the snack table, taking a few grapes and noshing on them before continuing, “Right. I’m just…scared of them.”

“What about Alphas scare you? Is it…,” Yelena pauses, “How our personalities can be when our hormones act up or is it like a general thing?”

“Everything. I’m afraid of them hurting and rejecting me; what if they reject me and beat me to death? That happened a few weeks ago with an omega man; what if that happens to me?”

“Y/N, the ‘what ifs’ are breaking your mind. There are always bad apples in every group, even Omegas, betas, and of course, Alphas; that’s how people are sometimes.” Yelena explains calmly, telling you there isn’t much to fear except the bad apples.

“How would I ever know which one would hurt me? People can easily hide that dark part of themselves, and they lure me to their home and kill me or something.” You sulked, frowning as you ate another grape with some cheese.

“Well…that’s where I would go with you,” Yelena sipped some water from her hydro flask and set it down, “I’m not gonna let anybody touch you with their gross ass hands - that right is reserved for your mate alone.”

“Thank you, Lena.” you breathed out slowly, debating whether or not to tell the truth. You can trust Yelena - that’s for sure. “I say a lot that I don’t want my mate because I’d rather be independent and work on my art, unbothered by the world and away from the Alphas.” You pause to take a swig of water poured into a glass. “The truth is, I want to find them and have somebody love me.” You confessed what had been truly lying underneath the surface. All the deflecting and misdirection were useless, and it had no benefit in the end. You didn’t want to tell her, yet you had to - to escape your mom’s shadow. “I’m afraid of my mom being right about my future, about how my mate would reject me on the spot and fuck another Omega afterward. About the pain they’d inflict.”

Yelena nods in understanding, a half-smile forms on her lips, “That took a lot to admit, and I thank you for your honesty, Y/N.”

“I felt comfortable enough with you to share; besides, it needed to be shared,” you replied with a yawn, “Struggling with my mom’s darkness cannot be done alone; I need people in my life who can help me overcome this.”

“We’ll be with you, even when you move away with your mate.” Yelena slightly frowns at the thought of you leaving; she’s grown to like you throughout your time here, and so had Kate, even more so. It’s hard to imagine not being close to them anymore: just three floors down and five doors on your right.

“I don’t know what to do if I found my mate now.” You ate some more snack foods as Yelena began to speak.

“It’s up to you. A lot of Omegas tend to rush into their mate’s arms, but some are casual about it, and others take their time to fully accept their mate.” It’s good to know there’s no rush or fuss about it going too fast. What a foreign concept for you: taking time to adjust yourself to your mate instead of going head-over-heels for them, blindly rushing into something you don't know.

“I’d rather take my time and go with the flow, you know?”

Ring ring!

Yelena’s phone starts ringing. “The blonde picks up her cellular device, and her eyes widen when seeing who’s calling. You see it too, ‘Wanda….”

“Wanda…you almost here? Yeah? Okay, the door’s unlocked. Where’s Natasha? On a mission? Fuck. Okay, whatever….” Yelena grumbles at the end and hangs up, “Sooo, would you like to meet Wanda? She’s my sister’s mate - they’re Alphas, just to clarify. If you don’t, that’s totally fine.”

You’ve always wanted to meet one of the Avengers; you weren’t gonna walk out on an opportunity like this, “I’ve always wanted to meet one of the Avengers! Wanda is super cool!”

“Okay…she said she was in the elevator, so she should be here in a second. Forewarning, she is an unmated Alpha, so she might be…on you.”

You turn to her, trying to understand what she means. Yelena said Wanda was mated to Natasha, right? It’s not a terribly rare occurrence for two Alphas to be coupled together, but by the sounds of it, they haven’t eloped yet? What a strange thing to do, but hey, no judgment here. Maybe they’re waiting for their honeymoon? No, it’s implied they have been together for quite some time.

“I thought you said-” A turning of a door handle interrupts you from asking. The door swings open to reveal a redheaded woman huddled in an oversized fluffy hoodie with a Yeti cup of iced coffee.

“Ah, Wanda, have a seat. I made us some snacks.” Yelena offered.

“Oooh, I love snacks!” Wanda chirps as she excitedly waddles to the loveseat adjacent to the couch and promptly grabs a paper plate with a few pieces of cheese and crackers to go with each slice.

Once Wanda eats a few, cleans herself off, and notices you out of the corner of her eyes, she then looks up at you, inquisitively narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips, “I didn’t see you there.” She puts the paper plate she was eating off of on the coffee table, “Who’re you? I’m sorry if that sounded rude.”

There’s a sickly floral scent hanging in the air; it wasn’t there before - Yelena’s apartment smells like a cold garage most times, and you know Yelena dislikes air fresheners because it makes Kate’s scent smell off, her words. Why now are there…roses permeating the air? Unless Wanda has a snazzy and expensive perfume? No, it’s too strong - it’s practically radiating off her like sunlight. 

“Um, no, it’s okay, I’m Y/N. I’m her neighbor from three floors up.”

Wanda sits in silence to take in the heavenly scent you were giving, “Charmed to meet you!” Wanda bites her bottom lip and licks her upper, “What brings you here? Just hanging out and chatting or…?”

“Yeah, she’s helping me through some stuff,” you answered truthfully.

You and Wanda lock eyes for a moment, allowing you to admire her gorgeous green eyes illuminated by the sunlight peaking through the curtains. Her strawberry-blonde hair dazzles in the sunshine, giving her the radiance of an angel. To top it all off, she smells of roses and vanilla.

Your heart is racing, though you don’t know why. “You look beautiful when the sun shines on you,” you compliment her ethereal beauty at last.

“Thank you, hot stuff.” Wanda winks, and a gentle smile graces her pink and plump lips.

You sit there with an agape mouth, “I’m hot?”

Wanda’s eyes are noticeably dilated when she looks at you, “Definitely the prettiest girl I’ve seen all day…you out beat my Alpha by a longshot.”

What is her game here? You were simply complimenting how she glowed underneath the sun. Is she planning to cheat on her Alpha with a lowly Omega? Why do such a thing? Her mate is Natasha, Yelena’s sister and fellow member of the Avengers - why go so low for the apple closest to the bottom? Throwing it all away for some hermit Omega, but why?

You decide to get a clearer answer, somehow, “What? I thought you were mated to your other Alpha, Natasha? Why’re you-”

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s okay!” Yelena places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“What? She’s flirting with me while she’s mated to her other half; that’s not right. That’s cheating!” you explained, not wanting to be a part of an affair.

There it is again, the smell of roses with a hint of vanilla hitting your sinuses though this time, it is noticeably stronger than before. Your body feels warmer because of it, and tingly too. The reassuring warmth washes away some of your worries as if it were magic. Wanda gets up from her seat and sits next to you; the lovely aroma becomes intoxicating. Yelena is watching on with curiosity, intently observing what Wanda plans on doing with you.

“Detka,” Wanda says breathily. Her hot breath hits the shell of your ear, causing your hair to stand up on end, “I’d never cheat on my Alpha, not with anyone, ever. However,” Wanda snakes an arm around your waist, “Have you noticed my scent? How calming it is?” She seductively whispers. Yelena has left, figuring Wanda has it from here but is nearby should things go south.

“I feel warm; it’s nice.” Wanda cranes her head and rubs against your scent gland, then pulls away, hoping you would get the hint. You begin understanding what everything means: the flirting, the use of her scent and pheromones, and the rubbing of your scent gland with her face; it could only mean one thing, “W-wait, are you, my mate?!” Fear starts overriding your brain with whispers of your mom’s heinous words.

“Yes, I am! Natasha is your mate too; that’s why I was flirting with you, silly!” Wanda’s hand slithers over yours and clasps it. Electricity shoots through you when her skin touches yours, “All ours, our precious Omega,” Wanda growled lowly and hotly into your ear.

Startled, you hop off the couch, “Oh no, no, no! I can’t, I- I can’t!” you cried, trembling as you stood. Your mom’s words echoed in your mind, “Your mate is gonna hurt you. Worthless, good for nothing. They won’t love you; they’ll pretend to and leave you in the dust and to rot.”

Wanda slowly stands up to not scare you. She hears echoes of your mind’s anguish and sadness, only small fragments of sentences such as ‘You deserve to die alone and afraid,’ With fearful tears forming in your eyes, your knees threaten to buckle underneath you. You continue repeating, ‘I can’t,’ until Wanda speaks, “Shhhh, detka. I’m not going to hurt you…. May I hold you, detka?”

“No, no, please get away from me. I- I can’t be here!” you begged, and your breathing became panicked and heavy. All that’s on your mind is your mother yelling at you, screaming obscenities until her voice gives out.

“Okay, okay. I hear you…tell me, what’s wrong ‘mega?” Wanda spoke softly, backing away two feet to not tip you over the edge.

“MY MIND IS KILLING ME!” you sobbed; everything had become blurry, and your body flushed with heat. You began wobbling, nearly falling backward. Wanda is quick to wrap her arms around you.

“Oh, my Omega…I’m right here,” Wanda cooed as she placed you and herself on the couch, preparing for when you inevitably drop. 

There’s nothing but grievances swirling in the vortex of your frightened mind as you succumb to your body’s emergency shutdown. You were feeling good moments ago, then the panic of finding your mate so soon sent your mind into a maddening spiral that brought out your mother’s harshest words. This was going to be quite the complicated path you would travel: learning to accept your past and learning to love again.

“Natasha…hey, just wanted to leave a message.” Wanda’s voice was nearly a murmur and somber in tone. “I found our Omega - she’s not well; she had a fear-induced drop. I don’t know what to do; please get back to me when you can. I love you.”

It’s been thirty minutes since you dropped, and Wanda has not let you go, only to grab her phone and call Natasha. You were lying unconscious next to Wanda, your head resting in the crook of Wanda’s neck, and your body was laid on its side, half on top of Wanda. Essentially, you were cuddling her.

Wanda stares longingly at your sleeping form, “Our girl…our mate. You’re so beautiful,” she says softly, recalling some of your haunting thoughts, “You’re safe with me, detka. No one will hurt you when I’m around.” The witch presses a kiss to your forehead, which you subconsciously react to by squirming in her gentle, loving hold.

You groaned in pain.

“It’s okay; I’m right here.” Wanda combs through your hair with her fingers; this appears to calm you down.

Yelena comes into view and is met with an immediate growl from Wanda; it was purely instinctual - no malice came from it, “Woah,” she took note of the growl’s volume, “I made her some chicken noodle soup…they were leftovers from last night, and maybe it might help her. I’m going to come closer, don’t bite, and place it in front of you.”

Wanda’s protective hold of you becomes tighter, and her pupils become pinpricks while the blonde dares to approach. She sets the hot soup bowl on the table, puts her hands in the air, and backs off slowly.

“Thank you,” Wanda spoke kindly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to growl at you.”

Yelena chuckles, “It’s all good. I get it. I was the same with Kate” Yelena sits down on the loveseat and relaxes, “I know you called Natasha; I assumed she didn’t pick up?”

Wanda nods slowly and then presses another kiss on your forehead, “I knew she wouldn’t…so I left her a voice message. I know she’ll see it soon.”

“Since you might be here for a while, would you like a pillow or a blanket with which we could cover Y/N? She needs all the warmth she can get.” Yelena inquires as she searches a wicker basket full of unused blankets.

“Yes, absolutely,” Wanda smiles, “A pillow would be nice too. The armrest is getting uncomfortable.”

Yelena grabs a purple fleece blanket, unravels it to its full length, then fluffs it over you, allowing it to fall gracefully over you, “Okay, that should do. Here’s your pillow, Wanda; let me know if you need anything. I’ll be in the bedroom with Kate.”

The former assassin leaves the room, leaving you and Wanda entirely alone - a good thing, too, as you wriggled in Wanda’s hold, showing signs of awakening. A fear-induced drop lasts only a little bit, ranging from 15 to 45 minutes, depending on how bad the situation is. A fear-induced one can also either wear down or damage the body. Thanks to Wanda, it had been 30 minutes since you dropped, and recovery was quick. Her warmth and pheromones helped with the healing process.

“Baby girl….” Wanda whines, “Please wake up…my poor girl.”

Wanda’s phone begins vibrating loudly on the wooden coffee table, and she immediately answers it without seeing the caller ID, “Wanda, I got your voicemail…is she okay now? Does she need any medical assistance? Where are you?” There was an ember of panic in her voice, a rarity for the Black Widow to experience panic.

“She’s doing alright. I have her beside me at Yelena’s house - she’s still unconscious…honey, her mind is damaged, so very damaged. She was so scared when I told her she was our mate; so many terrible things were in her head.”

Natasha silently says, “Okay…what’s her name? I need to know…please.” Natasha enters a secluded room in the compound and leans up against the wall, awaiting an answer. She would probably need your name for medical reasons should you need a visit to the medical wing.

Wanda continues combing and twirling your hair, smiling fondly, “Y/N, her name is Y/N. It fits her so well.”

“I love her name already,” Natasha fawns over your name, “Y/N, Y/N, I have not seen her yet…but I adore her name.”

“Aww,” Wanda coos, happy to hear her other Alpha gushing over you so soon, “She’s gorgeous; I can’t wait for you to meet her - she seems so sweet when she isn’t scared.”

“You’re so lucky…you got to hold and protect her when she dropped. So jealous.” Natasha exits the room and heads for the main room, “Still, we need to bring her in for an evaluation. That drop could not have been good; those are dangerous - who knows how many fear-induced drops she has had?” 

Tony Stark walks past as Natasha finishes her sentence, only hearing, ‘Who knows how many fear-induced drops she has had?’ He pauses in place, his lips quirking disbelievingly, “What? Wait, hold on a second, Nat!” Stark caught up to the striding Natasha, struggling to keep up with her, “I heard something about a fear-induced drop, everyone good?”

Natasha refuses to stop moving, “Maybe. Nothing too serious, I hope.” The assassin had the phone moved away from her mouth.

“Do keep me posted?” Tony asks before meeting up with Steve and Bucky for a briefing on the Hydra base they raided not too long ago. Nat only nodded.

“Sorry, love. Tony wanted a quick word.”

“Yelena doesn’t know, not many, I presume,” Wanda shrugs, then reassures the Widow, “When she’s fully awake, I’ll see if I can gain her trust enough for me to take our Omega to the medical wing; she’s not terribly keen on trusting Alphas.”

Natasha’s heart flutters with sadness. Of course, someone hurt her Omega, “Who hurt her?” She growls uncharacteristically loud, not enough to alarm anybody in her proximity, “I’ll hunt them down and tear them apart and make them beg for mercy.”

“I don’t know, Nat…can’t ask her that yet; I don’t think killing the person who hurt her would win her over,” Wanda admits. You begin to stir, your arms and legs stretching outward as your eyes start opening, “She’s waking up, Natty; I gotta go.” Wanda hangs up without another word.

“Mmm, oww.” you tiredly groaned into Wanda’s ear.

Wanda eases her pheromone usage to not overwhelm you, “Hey, you, you’re finally awake.”

You are incredibly weakened, unable to move an inch without help. In fact, your mind is surprisingly intact after the nightmare attack…somewhat, “Hungry…hungry.” 

“Yelena brought you some chicken noodle soup; it’s hot and ready for you!” Wanda beams.

“Could you help me up? I feel drained,” you whined for your Alpha to help you in your exhausted state, “Please?” Your bottom lip curled into a frown.

“Of course, ‘mega,” The witch, unfortunately, has to use her magic to push you up as her upper body strength is not much, “I hope you don’t mind.”

As Wanda gets up, she has you lean on her for support in case your body can do so. The Alpha levitates the bowl into her hands and holds it in front of you, “Do you want me to feed you, or do you want me to hold the bowl while you eat?”

You initially grimace at the thought of someone feeding you like you are helpless, but you know what you can and cannot do, and eating on your own is one you cannot do by yourself. You did not want to rely on someone ever to help you; alas, you had to - your arms were trembling.

“Y-yeah, er, yes, please.” you begrudgingly agreed.

Wanda holds the silver spoon and scoops up a good sum of broth, noodles, and chicken, holding it in front of your lips. You open your mouth and eat: it tastes pretty damn good, you’d say. Yelena has loved cooking ever since she and Kate moved in with each other. You take another spoonful from Wanda and savor the taste; this is probably the healthiest thing you have eaten in a month, but that’ll change soon.

“You’re doing so good, Y/N.” Wanda had to physically restrain herself from calling you ‘my Omega.’ She wanted to ensure you trusted her first before contacting you, so for now, ‘detka’ will suffice.

“Thank you…for your help, Wanda,” you acquiesced.

“Always, detka,” Wanda fed you another spoonful, “Would you like me to take you back to your apartment after you finish eating?” How generous of her! For an Alpha, she’s awfully kind to escort you home safely.

“Yes,” you meekly replied, “And,” you hesitated, “Could you…lay down with me…when we go to my apartment?” You thought you sounded pathetic when pleading for your mate to hold you while you lay in bed, but you, for some reason, knew you needed Wanda with you, despite your need for independence. Just this once. Speaking of, where were the harsh words of your parental unit? Not a single one has popped up ever since you dropped. Could it be that they appear when you’re all alone or challenged by something new?

Wanda tries to hold back an excited grin, yet she can’t help but squeal with delight, “Awww, of course, I will! You’re my-” Wanda stops herself.

“Go on, you can call me your mate…you saved me believe it or not.”

“Wait- really?” Wanda was shocked: after everything that happened almost 45 minutes ago, she saved you? How?

“Yeah…if it weren’t for you, I would not have come out of that…thank you.” You half-smiled and brought her in for a side hug.

Wanda sets the nearly empty bowl back on the table and wraps both arms around you for a tight hug, “I’d do anything to make my Omega feel safe and loved.”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks. This felt nice, you thought, to have affection thrown your way. You were not used to it, but you welcomed it anyway.

One thing has been on your mind: who was Wanda talking to when you were unconscious? You could not determine what she was saying, but you felt her voice in her chest when you rested. It could have been Yelena, for all you know. However, there indeed was somebody else Wanda was talking to, but who?

“Were you talking with someone while I was unconscious? I felt you speaking, and I was just curious….” you bashfully darted your eyes to the kitchen, where you could see a fully-outfitted Kate and Yelena preparing to leave for some sort of superhero outing. They slipped quietly out of the window.

“Natasha,” Wanda stated, “Your other Alpha…I left her a voice message shortly after you dropped, informing her of what happened, and she called a little later.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. That explains everything. No wonder she was openly flirting with you; she is mated to both you and Natasha, “I’m sorry about everything I accused you of earlier; that was shitty of me - I was scared and-”

“It’s okay, ‘mega,” Wanda hugged you tighter, “You didn’t know. I thought you would’ve caught onto my calming scent sooner, and I wasn’t too helpful or aware of what was happening. I got caught up in the moment of finding my Omega mate. I’m sorry too.”

You smiled fully for the first time today; your Alpha owned up to her mistakes and meant it. She had a kind disposition when apologizing and meant every word. You initially thought all Alphas were just sex-crazed monsters who would beat you to death if you rejected their disgusting advances, but now Wanda is changing your perspective little by little. You are warming up to the idea of being mated to two Alphas but are not actually ready to go all in just yet. It would take some time for you to fully recover mentally from your abusive mother’s cruel words and to be free of those chains that bound you. Today is a great start.

“I suppose we should get you back upstairs, my mate.” Wanda nuzzles your scent gland, covering you in her rosy-vanilla scent.

“Mmm, yeah,” you said, pulling away, “Gonna drink some water first - need to cool me down.”

“Was me scenting you too much?” Wanda asked, worried she moved too fast.

“Eh. If I remember right, scenting prevents other Alphas from getting touchy; in a way, you’re protecting me.” You admitted as you drank some water from Yelena’s hydro flask.

“Oh, good. Just wanna make sure I didn’t overstep your boundaries.” Wanda wiped her forehead of sweat; the room's temperature had risen to battle the coolness that seeped in from the window Yelena left cracked open.

“I’ll let you know if you or Natasha overstep,” you let out a yawn, you dropping must have worn your body out., “But I need to go home soon; dropping like that certainly didn’t replenish my energy.”

Wanda nods in agreement with a small smile, “Tomorrow, we might need you checked out at the hospital…in case your body was strained or hurt when you fear-dropped. I’m sure you’re fine, but we can’t be too careful.” Her concern was not unwarranted, fear-drops can be hurtful to the body in many ways. 

“Understood…oh, are we going to the Avenger’s hospital or?” you perked up with a hopeful smile.

“Absolutely, you can finally meet your other mate - she’s dying to meet her precious Omega; believe me: she was gushing about me telling her your name.”

This made you blush madly, flustered to know that your other Alpha was eager to meet you. However, you are weary of going somewhere completely new and all the kinds of people you would be meeting. You bet there will be many Alphas in the Avengers, which you need more preparation for, though you will have Wanda and Natasha to protect you should someone cross the line.

“I’m excited!” you exclaimed, “Off to bed we go!”

“Alright, malyshka,” Wanda rubs her eyes, grabs the purple fleece blanket Yelena gave you, and throws it over her shoulder. As the redhead stands up, she helps you to your feet, and you drape your left arm over her shoulders for support, “Do you need anything before you rest up for the afternoon?”

“Afternoon?” you inquired.

“Yeah, it’s only 2:15; why do you ask?”

“I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep and fuck up my sleep schedule completely…maybe we could watch a movie or two? Might have to do a commission in the morning,” you explained simply.

“Welllll, bed plus your mate right next to you equals you and I falling asleep. Got any other idea to keep yourself awake?”

“Not really,” you sighed in defeat, “Finnneee, I guess I’ll go to bed.”

You and Wanda are already out of the door and inside the elevator, “Floor?”

“Seven,” you yawned.

“So, what is this commission you speak of? I’m a bit confused.”

“Oh…I- I’m a freelance artist. People ask me to draw stuff, and they pay me a decent amount of money, and I draw it for them once they have paid me.”

—

Ring ring!

Three hours after you return to your apartment with Wanda, watching FRIENDS and nearly falling asleep twice, you are both awoke by Wanda’s phone. Who could possibly be calling so early in the twilight? Yelena and Kate are out on a stakeout, so they would not be dillydallying on their phones unless it was an emergency. 

“Natasha?” Wanda furrows her brows, “Hey, honeybuns!”

That is fucking adorable.

“Hey, babe…how’s our mate?” Natasha is lying on her bed in her pj’s, bored out of her mind, when she decides to call Wanda for a status update on you.

“I don’t know…why don’t you ask her?” The Alpha whispers, “It’s for you.”

Wanda hands you her red-cased phone, and you place it against your ear. “Hello?” your voice was timid and quiet.

Natasha grins, “Mate.” Just by your voice, she knows for certain that you are her mate, “You doing okay, lovely? Wanda treating you like a princess?” Her voice was velvety and low.

“I’m doing even better! Wanda has been treating me so well!” you praised the redhead next to you, to which she blushed.

“Good,” Natasha plays with her hair, “I may not know what you look like yet, but I know you’re absolutely beautiful. I’d do anything to hold you right now…fuck, I’m so jealous of Wanda right now; it’s not funny.”

You yawned loudly into the speaker, “Oh no, I’m getting sleepy again…I wanna know more about you, Natasha.”

“Oh, baby girl, you should get some rest - you had a rough day; I won’t keep you too long, I-”

“Wait!” you interjected, “I wanna send a pic real quick before I sleep.” You quickly go to the camera app and turn the camera on yourself, take a poorly-lit selfie, and send it to Natasha, “There, now you know what I look like…I’m a little nervous about meeting you…and everyone else, but I know you and Wanda will guard me, and I can feel safe when I visit.” you yawned once more, “Looks like I must rest now…I will see you tomorrow!”

“Goodnight, Omega. Sleep well!” Natasha blows a kiss.

“Goodnight!” you bid your farewell. Your eyelids became heavy with sleep, and you let out another yawn.

Tomorrow is the day. The day you meet your other Alpha. Tomorrow is another day, a good day, where you and your two mates come together. Still, your mother’s words, albeit faintly, echo in the recesses of your mind, now quieter than they have ever been in the past few months.

Tomorrow is today. The morning sun greets you at 11:07 when you finally awake from a deep, uninterrupted slumber that lasted over twelve hours. It was the best sleep you have ever gotten; not even that one time you were up for thirty-six hours and crashed felt as good as this. You felt rejuvenated, all because in the middle of the night, you subconsciously sought your Alpha’s comfort when you had a nightmare. Wanda tightly held you the whole night, ensuring you remained asleep and comfortable. Imagine sleeping with two….

Wanda has been awake for about three hours, waiting for you to rise from your slumber while stroking your hair on and off. You were awake but not wanting to move a muscle - Wanda was ultra comfy, and you liked it when she played with your hair. The Alpha was beyond happy with you in her arms. It made her feel she had a new mission in life: to love and protect her Omega. 

Wanda’s heart swells with love and loyalty. She does something she did not anticipate herself - her throat begins lowly rumbling, purring into your ear as you lay there half-awake, “Detka…it’s time to get up,” she nudges you, “My Omega…as much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, we need to go to the compound.”

“But why??” you groaned, “It’s safer here….”

“Natasha is waiting for you there - she’s been preparing your room for you all evening and this morning, just for you, baby.” Wanda brushes a few strands of hair out of your vision, “You’re probably gonna be at the compound for a few days for some tests…that drop was intense, detka.”

“But-”

“Malyshka, they won’t be extensive tests, I promise…. Besides, you and Natasha still have yet to meet. She’s dying to meet her precious Omega. ” Wanda hands you her red-cased phone, already opened to her text messages. At the top, the name reads, ‘Alpha<3’. The letters start from 8:03 up until 8:49 am, “Read them…Natasha can’t stop talking about you; it’s adorable.”

You hesitantly look at the messages.

“How’s she doing?”

“She’s asleep in my arms. She is so peaceful when she has someone to hold onto.”

“:( I’m so jealous of you…wish I could hold her right now…it’s so cold without you here; blankets aren’t doing anything.”

“Awwww, don’t worry, Natty…we’ll be heading over there when she wakes up a little bit; probs needs a coffee run to get her running.”

“Hopefully soon…I need to see my pretty girl up close and personal. That pic is only so much. I want to hear her voice, feel her warmth on my body, and fall asleep with her in the middle of us.”

“I bet she’s so warm and snuggly.”

“She is. She’s like a big ol teddy bear!”

“I love her so much already. When we return, Pietro and I will be out on observation duty, sooooo you’ll have her all to yourself! :D”

“>:) All mine…for the whole day? I CAN’T WAIT!!!”

“You’re gonna love her!”

“I already do!!!”

“Awww. I know she’ll love us both so much! Can’t wait for you to meet her!”

“Well, I oughta get back to getting her room ready…gonna give her some of my shirts and hoodies to wear when she gets here - don’t want anybody going after her.”

“Throw in some of mine, too, please?”

“Of course, my Alpha.”

The conversation ends there.

Your heart begins swelling with adoration at your other Alpha’s pining and gushing over you, even if you have not met yet. That will soon change. From what you have seen, Natasha is doting and more protective than Wanda, maybe? You could not glean much of her personality from the texts; however, you will meet her soon.

“Okay…I’ll go; when will the tests be?” you scented Wanda, rubbing your face against her glands.

Wanda is pleasantly surprised. She thought you would not scent her for at least a while, “Tomorrow,” she mumbles dreamily, quickly dismissing your question to focus on something arguably more important, “You scented me!” she giggles. Her giggle makes your stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Yeah,” your voice was small, “You did so much for me yesterday. I have never felt loved in any capacity before…, and you showed me how great it is to be loved by someone.”

Wanda’s heart broke. ‘Never felt loved in any capacity before,’ that heartbreak showed through her deep, sorrowful frown. A whimper escapes her, “My poor baby.” It told her everything without you explicitly saying who or what hurt you deeply.

“It’s okay; I’m safe now.” you reassured your Alpha, “Right then, should we get ready?”

—

You and Wanda grabbed coffee at the same shop you and Kate went to Yesterday morning and then went to a private place to be picked up in a jet.

Soon enough, you arrived at the compound - just a few miles outside NYC. It wasn’t terribly busy; no Avengers could be seen walking out and about the compound. In fact, the place appears deserted, save for a few vehicles parked outside the main building, including a motorcycle.

“Finally, we’re here!” Wanda cheered, hugging you as you finished off your coffee.

Instead, you don’t say a word and firmly grasp Wanda’s hand, silently telling her you’re nervous about entering unknown territory. Wanda gently squeezes your hand, reassuring you you are safe with her.

Wanda sends a quick text. 

“Hey, we’re here! :3”

“Yay! I’m still up in her room, be right down!”

“She’s still upstairs; she’ll meet us at the front!” Wanda leads the way with you falling behind.

Of course, your mind is swirling with negative thoughts at such an important event. Nothing new, just the same old, “You aren’t worthy enough for love.” It’s becoming easier to ignore since Wanda came along and offered constant reassurance that none of those things would ever happen. You wish you could be rid of your self-deprecating thoughts and your mother’s words, but they linger, slowly rising back to the surface.

You stare blankly as you and Wanda move closer to the compound’s front door, only to be greeted by a sweaty, hunky Alpha: Natasha.

Natasha is stunning, to say the least. Her white tank top tightly clings to her torso, exposing her abs and muscular arms to the morning sun; the sweat glistens on her skin. Her blue jeans perfectly fit her, accentuating her luscious toned thighs and ass. Curvy and muscular, they fit into one sexy package.

Her expressionless face immediately turns into a joyful grin upon seeing you behind Wanda, “There’s my Omega.” she says under her breath.

You are stunned by her beauty; your jaw drops when you see how muscular she is, “Holy shit.” were the only words you could muster. Wanda laughs heartily while she lets go of your hand, gently pushing you toward the 6’2 goddess striding over.

Natasha quickly unties her messy bun and lets her blonde-tipped red hair fall past her shoulders. A wave of sandalwood and coconut wafted through the still air, and Nat’s scent became stronger the closer she got. It was strong but not as intense and sultry as Wanda’s, more like an easy-going but bold scent, arousing. 

Natasha approaches and looks you up and down, licking her lips hungrily, “ Mate .” her blue eyes appeared primal, the Alpha in her just stirring just below the surface, “ You’re mine, mine. No one can ever have you but us.” Natasha embraced you and growled those words into your ear.

Affection was nonexistent all your life, and to have so much all at once was a bit overwhelming. Too much, in fact. Your breathing becomes shallow and quick, “Need space.” With that, Natasha lets go.

“Honey? You okay?” Natasha's lips curl into a slight frown.

You begin collecting yourself, “Sorry…never been loved like this before.”

Natasha brushes a few locks of your hair behind your ears and smiles softly, “You don’t need to apologize, my Omega. I understand if you need space.”

You hum with approval, grabbing both of Nat’s hands and pressing a kiss to a knuckle on both, “Thank you, Al- Natasha.” you hesitated to call either of your mates by their titles. Sure, they call you Omega whenever, but for you to call them ‘Alpha’ requires you to completely trust them. Wanda may have cared for you while you fear-dropped and cuddled you when you slept, but your mind simply could not let you call them their titles so freely. For you, they had to truly earn it, your love.

“Of course, my Omega…ready to go to your room? I made it all cozy for you; you’ll love it!”

“You’re so sweet, Natasha! A room all for me?” you cooed as you nuzzled Natasha while she took your arm in hers.

“Wanda told me a few things…I wanted to ensure you did not feel pressured into sharing a bed with us until you were comfortable. The last thing I want to do is pressure you into something you’re not okay with.” Natasha walks with you and Wanda into the compound, “Wanda, love, when is your observation duty?”

“In a few minutes,” the witch says sadly, “I suppose I should go…it pains me to leave you, my Omega and Alpha, but I shall return as soon as possible - hopefully before nightfall. We could maybe cuddle up and watch a movie together?”

You peck Wanda’s lips, nodding happily, “I’d love that!”

The redhead’s eyes lit up with anticipation, “Yay! Alright, I will see you later, detka…you be good for Tasha, okay?” Wanda sighs as she leaves, mumbling, ‘I miss her already, fuck observation duty.’

As you watch her walk away with her head hanging low, you feel your stomach growling and nagging at you. Right, coffee is not a meal. Some actual food would do you some good right now; anything is better than iced coffee. It is noon, and everyone here has eaten; maybe there are leftovers? You pout at the rumbling of your stomach, whining at the lack of food in your system - you have not eaten since last night.

Natasha notices your odd posture and sad face and asks, “What’s wrong, baby girl? Miss her already, don’t you?” 

You hardly nod; your eyes stare blankly at the grey corporate chic floor, “Yeah…but,” you sigh. The coffee has upset your stomach significantly, “I haven’t eaten today…getting a little hangry.” 

Natasha grasps your hand and leads you out into the back area of the compound, “Wanda didn’t get you any food this morning? Wow, can’t believe she left you starving like this.” She feigned annoyance; she could never be mad at Wanda for such a thing. Natasha knew Wanda was eager to bring you home, and it was an oversight on her part, mainly focusing on keeping you awake, “You’re lucky that we just had a big cookout not long before you arrived, my darling…I made burgers; they might not be the best…Wanda usually does all the cooking, so I’m a little shabby. I hope my cooking satisfies you, darling girl.

“Can’t wait; I’m starving!” 

“What would you like on it? I have a large assortment of toppings.”

You tell your Alpha what you want on your burger, sit at one of the tables, and await your Alpha's return. Surprisingly, no one else is around to spoil this special moment; the compound feels vacant, almost like a graveyard. Perhaps everyone has gone back into the main office to discuss Avengers stuff?

Natasha sits down and sets the paper plate in front of you, “Soooo,” Natasha rests her head on both of her hands, staring intently at you, “How are you liking us so far?”

“I’m starting to warm up to the two of you…which is honestly so foreign to me - to enjoy the company of Alphas. My mom tried her damndest to burn into my mind that my mates would hurt me in any way possible,” you confessed only a small portion of your past only because you didn’t want to trauma dump.

“Your mom hurt you?” Natasha wraps an arm around your shoulders in comfort.

“Yeah, only with her words…she never hit me, oddly enough. I ran away from her, so I won’t be seeing her anytime soon.” You leaned into the crook of your Alpha’s neck, “I have you and Wanda now. I’m safe here, I hope.” I hope?

“You are, my princess. I promise you this place is heavily secured.”

“Good, good. It’s just I’m afraid my mom will find me here somehow and hurt me,” you nuzzle into Natasha’s scent gland for extra comfort.

Natasha rolls her eyes teasingly, “How could a frail woman like your mom ever hurt you in a place like this?”

“She has her ways, believe me…she’s a threat if she wants to be,” you warned.

Nat kisses your forehead and you resume eating your homemade cheeseburger, silently agreeing to stop talking about your mother and enjoy each other’s company.

“Y’know,” you took a sip of water from the glass, “If it weren’t for Kate and Yelena…we would have never met.” It’s true; if you weren’t in the crossfire of the tracksuit mafia attack near your apartment, you would not be here having a fulfilling experience with your Alphas.

“Oh, yeah?” Nat raises a brow.

“Well, more like we would’ve not met if Kate had stopped breaking into my apartment to check on me every day.” you laughed, remembering all the strange times of night, Kate would unlock your door and place a platter of brownie cookies on your countertop and you would catch her every time.

“That…sounds like Kate, alright. She’s always been the Omega to make lots of friends…in the most unusual ways.” Natasha dreamily stares into your y/e/c eyes, happily humming in admiration as if she were already in love with you, and then continues, “I’m happy that Wanda found you - we’ve been patiently waiting for our Omega to find us, but it appears we found you first, imagine that.”

“Me too. Wanda made me feel so…loved and protected; it’s all so new to me, what with my mother and all.” Your head drops as you mention the harpy you call your ‘mother,’ “I honestly don’t feel like I deserve an Alpha, let alone two or any love whatsoever.”

Nat grabs your chin and tilts your head back up to meet her dazzling eyes, “You are loved, my dearest. You might not think it, but you are so loved, so incredibly loved. We will help you with overcoming this darkness together.”

You are touched by Natasha’s words of reassurance, and tears begin to form once more. For once in your life, something has begun to fill in the cracks of your heart, slowly mending it back together; surely your heart won’t completely return to how it’s supposed to, but now it can be filled with something indescribable, something completely foreign to you: love, a small puddle of love. 

Shortly after lunch with Natasha and being medically examined, you were finally shown your temporary residence two doors down from Wanda and Natasha’s room. It is a cozy yet bleak bedroom: gray walls, a wooden laminate floor mixed with wooden bookcases, and a dresser. There isn’t much decoration, well…there’s hardly any except a poster of Tony Stark posing next to one of his suits on the wall opposite your bed, but that’s it. As you entered your room, you were immediately hit with the faint smell of roses and coconuts. Wanda and Natasha were in here, making sure their scent permeated your bedroom - you knew where it may be coming from too. The dresser. A dark red hoodie is on top; perhaps you should take it? Well, it’s your room; everything is yours, right? 

By that margin, you quickly swipe the crimson hoodie and equip it. This is absolutely Wanda’s; the rosy scent and the baggy, lazy aesthetic gives it away; wearing it is oddly soothing, like…being hugged? You weren’t sure.

“Aww, I knew you’d like it; Wanda wanted me to give it to you as a welcoming gift - it’s her favorite one!” Natasha grins gleefully, “Oh, I gave you some of our old clothes since you’re gonna be here a few days; I hope they fit you.”

“You two are such sweethearts!” you swooned, “I’ll definitely be needing these, thank you.”

The Alpha blushes at your appraisal, “Of course, my Omega, anything for you!”

For some strange reason, you don’t feel giddiness or any happiness bubble within you. Your mind feels…empty and also sad. It’s as if there’s some sort of blockage keeping you confined. Why? Mother is far, far away where she could never hurt you again, yet you can’t move past the gloominess of your past. An unresolved piece of your history prevents you from fully loving your Alphas.

Your face goes from an appreciative, happy one to a full frown, and you look down at the floor with pain that dulls the luster in your eyes, “Y/N?” Natasha furrows her brows in confusion at your change of attitude, “What’s wrong, baby? Something on your mind?” You hated to sour a happy moment, especially one of the very few you have had in your life.

With a defeated, tired sigh, you place yourself on the edge of the charcoal gray-coated bed and pat the space next to you, "I wish my mom loved me as much as you two do now…wish my dad was still around. I think my mom broke the bond between them and kicked her out just so my mom could isolate me from the world."

Natasha wraps an arm around you in assurance, “I’m happy that you’re here today, my Omega, and not trapped within her home anymore.”

“Me too. Still, I wonder what happened to my father after she was booted out, hmmph.” You thought of the possible whereabouts of your father after she was booted out. Your father is a female Alpha, and so she could have found another mate by now - it has been years, “I…I need some time to think about all this. Can I have some time alone, please? I need answers.”

Natasha nods in understanding, flashing a quick half-smile, patting your shoulder before standing up, “Of course, my Omega, but first, you need to know about FRIDAY.” 

The Alpha teaches you simple commands like locking the door and restricting access, amongst all other things. Natasha leaves the room, and you tell FRIDAY to lock the room behind her and allow no visitors.

Now that you’re all alone, you grab your phone and scour the web for your father’s name to see if she has a Facebook profile or something that indicates that she’s still around, “You gotta be here somewhere, father, there's no way you’re completely gone.”

Do you remember your father’s name? Let’s see…no, all you remember is that it starts with ‘A’ and the fact you share a last name with her.

Was it Anne, Augustine, Ava, Abigail, or Addison? Her name sounded like a great-grandma’s name. Perhaps she was named after a novelist? That was a random thought that kept popping up. You had not tried your last name yet; maybe that could work? Strangely enough, your mind has hyperfixated on finding your father on a first-name basis. Curse your brain, indeed.

“What the fuck was her name? It’s on the tip of my tongue…*sighs* I guess my last name will have to do, even if I don’t get the rush of serotonin from finding out her name.”

Now, you hesitantly type in your last name on Google. There’s a reason why you did not want to type it in…because your last name has a bit of history with the Avengers. Within ten seconds, you typed in ‘Harkness’ and pressed enter. Instantly, you’re greeted with something you had not expected - an obituary for a certain Josephine Christie Hemmingway…your mother.

Your eyes completely widen in shock, “What…no fuckin’ way….”

You click on the link to her obituary and read it aloud: ‘Josephine Christie Hemmingway passed away on February 15th at 6:28 pm, just before she ate breakfast. She was a waste of space, a terrible wife, and an even worse mother; even garbage had more use than her. Josephine died of acute respiratory failure and was found lying face-down on the floor with a bottle of whiskey spilled on the carpet…what a waste of whiskey. She is survived by her ex-wife and her daughter, who vanished one night, Y/N.’

Down below the obituary, there was a phone number with a message and a signed name next to it, ‘Y/N, if you find this - please call me…I miss you so, so much.’

“My dad has been looking for me this whole time?” you put your phone down on the bed and lie down, staring at the blank white ceiling in silence at the revelation. Your mom is dead. Gone. Was your fleeing from home what drove her to the edge, to drink herself asleep every night? Probably. You needed to consult somebody about this and what you should do. It’s unsatisfying, really - to have the person who has hurt you all your life die before you could return and chew them off, cursing them for how they treated you, “FUCK!” you yelled, “THIS ISN’T FUCKING FAIR!”

It wasn’t, but what good would it have done if you did have one last chance to scream at her, to make her feel like the weak one? Nothing. 

“FRIDAY, call Natasha and Wanda if she’s available.”

“Wanda and Pietro Maximoff are still out. However, Natasha is still around. Calling Natasha Romanoff to your residence.”

The only family you really had left was all the way across the US, leaving Agatha to be your only immediate family. You doubted your mother’s side of the family cared if Josephine died or if you existed. Whatever, at least Agatha has been looking for you all this time. It felt weird to hear that your father wants you…you have never felt wanted in your life up until you found your mates.

Natasha knocks on your door and you tell the AI to unlock it for her, “Milaya? You wanted to see me?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and beckoned her to sit next to you, “I need to talk…to both of you; it’s important.”

“It must be - your scent is pungent, so to speak, like saltwater…are you okay?”

“Not really. I found out quite a lot, actually. But I need both of you before I can talk about it.” you explained, sorrow evident in your voice, though you didn’t understand why.

“Wanda and Pietro should be back soon, would like to come downstairs and decompress. Maybe watch some TV?” Natasha did not sit down as you asked; rather, she extended her hand and helped you to your feet.

You shake your head ‘yes’ and follow the Alpha down to the living room, where Pietro is casually lounging and slurping on a smoothie with Wanda, who is nowhere to be seen.

“Wanda is on her way, Natasha. She lagged behind, well, I mean, I am very fast.” Pietro smirked as he zoomed across the room to greet you and your Alpha, “Oh? Who might you be? Never seen you here before.” he pointed at your nose curiously.

“Y/N…Natasha and Wanda’s Omega, you must be Wanda’s twin brother, right?”

“Mhm! I’m a Beta, by the way, just gotta throw that out there!” Pietro shakes your hand even though you didn’t offer to shake his.

Natasha growls at Pietro, one of warning to not touch what’s hers, without permission again. The speedster shrugs her off and nyooms back to where he sat, drinking his beverage without a care in the world. Wanda walks in through the backdoor, and her eyes light up when she spots you next to Natasha and waves.

“Wanda….” you say, “Us three need to sit down and chat.”

The redhead notices your somber expression, and her happy demeanor becomes solemn. Nodding, “What’s going on, my Omega?” Wanda looks at her twin, who, upon hearing those words, understands what is transpiring and promptly leaves.

“Well,” you and Nat sit next to Wanda, you are in the middle of them, “To catch you up to speed, Wanda: I am having some mental blockage and it involves my mother, of course. My mind refuses to let go of the pain and the years of being unloved, and because of that, I can’t…love you both until I get this resolved.”

“Okay……” Wanda blinks, “What do you plan to do, detka?”

“Well, I originally planned to find her and confront her, but, uh, fate,” you pull out your phone, “Says otherwise.” You take a deep breath in and release it, “My mom…passed away about three months ago on the 15th.”

Your Alphas look at one another in disbelief; finally, the demon that was your mother is finally gone from this world, burning in hell for her crimes against you. However, you weren’t finished, “I found her obituary and it says my dad is still alive somewhere.”

Nat squeezes your thigh, “You want to find them?” her voice is quiet, almost like the wind.

“Yeah, my mother broke the special bond between them and booted my father out. My dad was forced out of my life, and at the bottom of Josephine’s obituary, my dad left a message for me in case I wanted to reconnect, ‘Y/N, if you find this - please call me…I miss you so, so much,’ but here’s where you might get…angry.”

“We would never be angry with you, detka. You are our Omega. We will stay by your side forever, always.” Wanda reassures.

All you could do was peck her cheek, to which the redhead squealed with delight, “She left her name signed at the bottom.”

“What’s wrong with that, honeybuns? Your father wanted you to remember her name; I think that’s cute.” Nat squeezes your hand to comfort you as she feels your hand beginning to shake.

“I shared her last name, and even after she left, I still took her name with pride. I never took my mom’s maiden name after the divorce; I could never be one of the Hemmingways, ever; they never cared about me or my situation.”

“Oh? We never learned your last name come to think of it. Are you comfortable with sharing that with us? If not, it’s totally okay; we won’t pry any further.” Wanda promises on her life.

“I don’t want to, but…it needs to be addressed,” you pause and take a drink of water from the table and put your phone back up to your eyes, reading aloud your last name to your mates with fear covering your voice, “My last name is……Harkness. My father is Agatha Harkness.”

They did not see that coming.

Wanda and Natasha sat dumb and unmoving, staring blankly past each other at the revelation of your heritage. It’s impossible. You are so different from the witch, they thought. The last time they encountered Agatha was three years ago when she caused a disturbance in a small town looking for someone who turned out to be you. It makes their stomachs churn with uneasiness. You figured they would react this way - frozen in place with their minds trying to make sense of the information.

“It’s a lot to take in….” Wanda speaks after a moment.

“Mhm,” you nod, “Who would’ve thought?”

“What do you want to do, Omega?” Nat asks, pulling you in for a comforting side hug.

You rest your head on her shoulder, sighing, “I dunno…I- I want to reach out, but this is all so much so soon.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Wanda frowns, squeezing your hand in reassurance, “We’ll be right beside you every step of the way.”

Despite the revelation of your genitor and her history with your mates, you are relieved they did not leave you like your mother said they would. This shows they are committed to you, no matter who your parents are or how things might play out should you visit Agatha. You’re happy, even if for a split second.

A happy hum then follows, “I’m gonna wait a while before I call her; I need some time to adjust to,” you gesture around you, “All of this, my new life, and with what’s going on up here,” you point to your head, “Most importantly…I want to spend time with you before even considering talking to my father about everything.”

“I was about to say...it would probably not be a good idea to call Agatha right after such emotional turmoil,” Natasha commented.

“Yeah. I’m going to give it a few days, maybe a week?”

“Whenever you’re ready, detka, we’ll go with you if you want us to,” Wanda affirms.

“Thank you, both.”

“Heyyy!” Kate answers after two rings.

“Yo!” you replied.

“Sooo, Yelena told me a few things….” Kate held back her excitement as if Atlas held the earth.

“Uh huh,” don’t think about it too much, “Wanda and Natasha are my mates, could you believe that?”

“I heard! How exciting! Two mates, that’s really rare, you know? You got so lucky; I can’t believe the little hermit found her Alphas!” Kate is lying flat on her stomach, swinging her legs back and forth.

“Me too, to think it all happened 'cause Wanda came over earlier than she was supposed to,” you laughed.

“Glad she did! You like them so far?”

“At first, I was sketchy of Wanda, but she helped me through a fear-induced drop and comforted me. I felt loved, which is honestly a first.”

“Awww, glad you enjoy her company! What about my Alpha’s older sister? I never really interacted with Natasha any time she was over.”

“She’s very tall and muscular…that was the first thing I noticed about her.” you bashfully admitted, blushing red at the confession, “Like, I swear I nearly drooled when she walked out the compound.”

Kate cackles on the other end, “Adorable, you’re adorable.”

Your blush becomes even redder, “Shut up!” you bury your face deep into your pillow.

“It’s okay to think your mate is ultra hot, dude! I was the same with Yelena: thirsting over her figure when I approached my heat- oh.”

You jolt off the bed, “I was admiring her physique; she has trained and strengthened her body well.” You didn’t pay enough attention to what Kate had said, only bothering to defend yourself…for some reason.

“Mhm, didn’t you say you drooled over her?” Kate teases.

“I- I, yeah….” You sighed in defeat, “I’d take a bite out of her.”

“They’d like a bite of you, too, in more ways than one, heheh.”

“Ohmygosh, KATE!” you stuffed your face with the pillow.

“It’s so true, though. I know Wanda-”

“Shush!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll let off the pedal.” Kate eases her teasing for the time being.

“Since you’re doing that, I must ask you something - it’s very important.” You quickly regained composure and switched to a more serious tone. It was time to ask your best friend a massive favor.

“Oh?” Kate raises an eyebrow, “What’s up?” The archer adjusts herself to a more comfortable position.

You take a deep breath in and then out, “I need you to look into someone, find where they might be. I can’t move forward mentally until I find them.”

“Y/N, you really should not go searching for your mom, not after what she did to you. Please reconsider-”

“My dad. I want you to find my dad. My mom passed away months ago, and my dad wrote her name at the bottom of the obituary, basically begging me to call her. I just want some info on her.” You pull up the obituary on your phone and look over her name.

“Okay,” Kate rolls off the bed with a thud and finds her way to her computer, booting it up, “Gimme her name.

“Agatha Harkness.” you reluctantly informed.

Kate squints at her computer, the darkness of her room being solely illuminated by her computer’s bright blue light strained her eyes, “I feel like I’ve heard that name before…was she like Wanda’s opposite?”

“I’m not sure; I never really knew my father. My mom broke the bond and booted her out while taking full custody of me.” You sorrowfully said, “I wish my dad had me instead; maybe I would have turned out better, maybe not have this stupid mental block.”

“It’s okay to be angry about it. I know what it’s like to have a parental problem, and I’m here if you want to discuss it more. But don’t be afraid to reach out to your mates, Y/N; they are there for you, always.”

“I know…I’m still afraid somehow, and I don’t know how to ask or reach out to them. I’d hate to bother them while they sleep, maybe tomorrow…or the next day, or the next?” You were quickly retreating into your shell again.

“Noooo, they won’t mind you, Y/N/N. In fact, I guarantee they are wishing how their precious Omega was in bed, snuggling with them until they fell asleep.”

“How can you be so sure?” 

“Believe me, Alphas only want their mates once they find them, always wanting their Omegas right next to them. I highly doubt they’d roll their eyes at you this late at night.”

“If you say so….” 

“Not right now; I’m not tired.” You groaned.

“It’s 1:30 in the morning. You need the sleep!” “I’m good, and I already tried; it’s just so uncomfortable. Well, I mean, everything here is top-notch and great for sleeping and all, but I can’t sleep, ya know?”

“What have I told you about consuming caffeine hours before bed?” Kate asks seriously, her brows raised in both disappointment and frustration.

“Don’t.” you answered, “I haven’t even had coffee or anything like all day. Been too busy stressing out over my parents.” You wish you had some coffee in hand right about now, you could be doing some art to distract yourself, but you didn’t bring your tablet.

“Good, ‘cause you need sleeps!”

“But I can’t. I’m tossing and turning. Not even Wanda’s hoodie or any of their old clothes surrounding me is doing fuck-all!”

Kate simply smiles with a hint of mischief sparkling in her light brown eyes, “Oh? You have their clothes around you? Awww, you made a makeshift nest!”

“Wha-”

“Listen, you have had a rough day…why don’t you go cuddle with them? Ya know, a cute little cuddle puddle?”

“Tempting, Kate, but I- I’ll fall asleep here in a few minutes,” you let out a fake but somewhat convincing yawn, “Oh! Did ya hear that? I think it’s time for bed.”

“Do what you will, Y/N,” Kate yawns loudly, alarming Yelena, who is a light sleeper, “You’ll find yourself at their bedroom door without even thinking.”

“Kate. Bed. Now,” Yelena growls lowly in her open ear.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a jiffy! I hope you sleep well, regardless if you sleep with your mates or not; okay, bye!” Kate hangs up.

—

This is hopeless. Your bedroom has turned into an uncomfortable and uninhabitable sleeping space. Your body is restless, and you’re not sure why. The room was cold, but your bed and pillows felt too warm; hell, you swear you felt sweat form around your neck. You look at your phone’s clock to see it is nearing the devil’s hour, 3:00 a.m.

“I can’t take this anymore!” you yelled into your pillow, “I fucking hate it when Kate is right; she’s right about everything!” The scents imbued into the oversized clothes around were faint at best and not enough to soothe you to sleep. Were these clothes washed before you arrived, or were they lightly worn?

Annoyed, you leap out of bed and storm out of your temporary bedroom two doors down to Wanda and Natasha’s room, “I can’t believe I’m doing this…. Just this once, and then I’ll steal some of their favorite shirts and hoodies- oh, oh, holy shit.”

A realization dawned on you: as Kate prophesied, you subconsciously needed them.

“Nuh uh, no. I’m going back to bed.” You boldly said to yourself, unaware of the door opening and the hunk leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey, baby girl,” Natasha licks her lips, “Can’t sleep? Us either.”

Slowly, you turned around to face Natasha but could not look her in the eye. You swallow your creeping anxiety when you smell her tropical scent mixed with Wanda’s. They must have been cuddling one another in a vain attempt to fall asleep.

“No,” you pouted. You had other words you wanted to say, but they refused to leave your tongue.

“You’re adorable when you pout,” Nat smirks, “It’s a good look on you.”

You blushed at her compliment, “I made a nest, but it’s not doing anything for me - can’t get comfortable. I don’t wanna bother you and Wanda-”

“Yes,” she knew exactly what you were going to ask, “You can sleep with us!”

“Wha- I was gonna, this is embarrassing, steal some more hoodies and bring them back to my nest like a goblin filling up their hoard.”

“Oh,” Nat slumped her shoulders defeatedly, sad you won’t be filling the space between her and Wanda tonight, “Okay.”

Natasha sounded so eager to have you take residence in her king-sized bed, to hold you and cuddle with you for the first time, but it might just have to wait. Your Alpha stands straight up and is about to walk back into her shared bedroom to grab unwashed hoodies when you change your mind.

Your heart panged when her voice dropped to a murmur. It wasn’t your intention to hurt her feelings like that. Truth be told, the nest you made you more restless than you were without it. Their scents weren’t enough - you also required the warmth, can’t have one without the other, at least tonight, anyway.

“Natasha, wait!” you stopped her dead in her tracks.

Your Alpha quickly turns around, “Yes, my Omega?”

“I wouldn’t mind…sleeping with you and Wanda tonight. Ever since Wanda saved and comforted me through my drop, I realize I need you,” you confessed.

Your Alpha lights up like the pale moonlight shining through the window but much brighter, “Really?!” She’s as happy as a puppy dog. Natasha gently grabs you by the wrist and pulls you inside the bedroom, happily announcing to your other Alpha, “Look who’s joining us, Wands!”

Wanda looks up into the barely lit hallway to see your silhouette next to the towering assassin; she grins and laughs gleefully, “Yay!” Wanda pulls the center part of the blanket down and pats the empty space next to her, inviting you to snuggle and fall asleep between the two Alphas, “I’m happy you’re here, detka!”

Natasha presses a kiss to the top of your forehead and then lowers her head to your ears, “C’mon, my sweet, pretty girl, don’t be scared; we don’t bite, I mean, unless you want us to.”

You hop into bed with a push from Natasha and pull the covers over you after Wanda lays on her side and places her head on your chest. Natasha goes to the right side of the bed and does the same thing, except now her ear is directly above your heartbeat. Nat purrs at the sound and scents you after a few seconds, with Wanda soon following. Their combined warmth quickly breaks down your restlessness, gracing you with the blessing of drowsiness for the first time tonight.

“You both are so incredibly warm,” you praised, “But also never felt so comfy before.”

They were holding you like they were protecting you. “Better than being by yourself in a nest, huh?” Wanda nibbles your neck near the scent gland, which elicits a sharp breath from you.

“I can’t even imagine being alone anymore, can you, Wanda?” Nat closes her eyes while enjoying your heart fluttering at the praise.

“I can’t,” Wanda coos, “I feel complete now that you’re in our bed, my Omega.”

“I agree! She’s like…a teddy bear, an adorable and lovable one at that.”

“You two are so sweet! I feel safe in here…I’ve…never felt safe before until now,” you confessed, “Now I know for sure that I’ll have people have my back when I visit my father here in a few days.”

Natasha props herself up with the arm beneath her, brows furrowing, “Visiting Agatha so soon?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, malysh? ‘Cause, she was a real troublemaker for us a few years back, and I don’t want her to double-cross and hurt you as your mother did.” Wanda voices her concerns about this upcoming encounter.

“I’m having Kate locate her in case she wants to start some shit. I don’t know what my dad is like beside your bouts with her.”

“Well, we can tell you the full story tomorrow when we wake up and have breakfast,” Natasha lays back down on your chest, “For now, I wanna cuddle my precious mate and sleep.”

“Me too,” Wanda adds, “I enjoy your company in our room, my love.”

“Aww, I love you two, too!” you kiss both their foreheads, closing your eyes as the drowsiness pulls you under.

“You love us!” Natasha squeals with delight.

“Wonderful!” Wanda peppers you with kisses, “Love you so much!”

Kate managed to escape Yelena’s grasp and hop back onto her laptop to research Agatha’s possible whereabouts. She found a hint after one Google search, a witchy shop in New Jersey in a small, unassuming town known as Westview.

In your dreams

“Your Alpha will never love you.” Josephine mocked, “Look at how I turned out; your dad thought so low of me that she broke the bond between us and left. That’s what’s probably gonna happen with you.”

You broke the bond and threw her away.

“I loved you so much I ensured you would be safe from her.”

You hate me. I would have been safer with her.

“I didn’t expect you to turn out so much like her; it disgusts me. Wish you were more like me instead of that traitor.”

I’m glad I did; she gave me good genetics. I only got the slightly okay stuff out of you. Thank fuck I didn’t inherit your dead grey eyes.

“I can barely look at you without wanting to vomit.”

Drink your whiskey and pass out already.

“One part of me really wants you to get hurt by an Alpha so you can see how I suffered!” Josephine took a swig of her whiskey, slamming the bottom of it onto the rickety table.

Always so cruel.

“Respond to me, damn you!”

I used to love you, mother.

“Little bitch, you know better than to stare off and ignore me!”

I can’t help but believe what you say about Alphas.

“I will make you speak; YOU WILL ANSWER TO ME!”

Deep down, there’s a sliver of hope that tells me everything you say is wrong.

Josephine delivers a quick but firm slap across Y/N’s face. She never gets physical.

I want you to be wrong so bad. With everything you have told me all my life, you have instilled this fear of Alphas into me.

“I wish you were never born,” she said calmly, a simmering fury barely contained behind pursed lips.

I wished you would have loved me.

“Maybe I could have been happy with my Alpha.”

Now…I’m not sure I’ll ever feel loved by a living soul.

Y/N had already packed up her belongings, at least what little she had, and thrown all her stuff in her car. Now, all she had to do was wait until she was free.

Josephine passed out drunk, and Y/N had urgently sneaked into her car, speeding away into the night, never to see her mother again in her life.

—

It is 7:30 in the morning, and clouds cover the rising morning sun making the sky become cornflower blue instead of a mixture of radiant rose pink, gold, and the signature color of the night. Wanda had begrudgingly torn herself away from you to make breakfast for you and the remaining crew. You, however, clung tight to Natasha as if you would lose her somehow while you slept. Your head nestled in the crook of her neck, and your arm wrapped around her waist - a small smile formed on Natasha’s lips as she lay awake. Writhing in their hold all night, they, in turn, held you close in case your body began to move sporadically or accidentally hit them.

Nat looks down at you, and her smile widens, “So beautiful, even in the morning.” Natasha kisses your hairline and whispers, “Love you so much, ‘mega.”

Barely awake, you grunt tiredly in response and resume your sleep. Your Alpha chuckles happily, “Okay, you may rest a little longer, sweet pea…but when Wanda calls us for breakfast, I don’t want to drag you down there.”

“Mmph.”

“Adorable.”

Only a few people are within the compound; most have moved out since the big world-ending threat was vanquished a few years ago. There was Pietro, Wanda, and Natasha left; others would visit to check up on sensitive info. Yesterday, Wanda and Pietro accompanied Steve and Bucky on an observation mission while you were with Natasha. Tony had stopped by a bit ago to check up on the tech and some shipments. The medical wing had doctors treating some of the lesser superheroes. Once in a while, Yelena and Kate would take residence here and annoy Natasha to near death. Undoubtedly, they would stop by and see how you like it here.

You would not be here for much longer, as you would call your dad for the first time in years and probably meet her shortly after.

Wanda quietly opens the bedroom door and slides inside to see you and her Alpha cuddling, “You’re both so cute together,” she grins, “Breakfast is ready!”

Nat stretches her legs and slowly removes you from her body; much to your dismay, “We’ll be right down, Wanda. I gotta convince her to get up first.” The more she moved, the more you whined.

Wanda’s heart swells with happiness at your unconscious clinginess to her other Alpha, “Didn’t expect her to be like this so soon!” she laughs. The witch walks over to her bed and crawls toward you, “Time to get up, ‘mega.” she nudges your shoulder.

“Noooo.”

Wanda uses her magic to pull open the curtains to let some natural light shine on your face, “Time to eat, detka.”

“Just five more minutes!” 

Natasha simply pries your arms off her and leaves the comfort of the bed she shared with you, leaving you suddenly cold and upset at the lack of contact, “C’mon, babe, Wanda makes the best breakfast!” 

You wouldn’t move until you felt your stomach rumble, “Fine,” you drawled.

Slowly but surely, you got up and followed your Alphas downstairs and into the dining room, where a plate of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a buttered English muffin awaited you. Wanda had taken note of the coffee you liked and brewed you a cup. As you began more awake, many thoughts resurfaced, ‘Where is my father?’ ‘Where are my mom’s ashes?’ ‘I’m surprised my father remembered me after all this time.’ ‘Wanda is adorable when she smiles.’ ‘But for real, where did my father go off to?’

Today was the day you would call your father, Agatha, and see about meeting up with her sometime soon.  For now, you would spend the morning with your Alphas and get to know them even more. You hardly knew anything about the Alphas you are mated to, nor did they know much about you. A part of you did not want to open up to them. Sure, you said you loved them last night, but saying you love someone and them saying it back does not cure the pain you’ve endured, and there was a lot to overcome before you could trust them with everything about you. For now, they’ll know the little things.

“So,” Natasha starts, “What sort of things do you draw? Wanda told me you drew.”

“Yeah,” you scratched your head nervously, “I mostly do what my fans and other patrons pay me to do… except like explicit stuff, that ain’t my thing.”

“Oh, very nice! How long do they usually take you?” You had Natasha’s full attention as her eyes never left your face.

You are quite happy someone in your life, besides Wanda, who asked you similar questions back at your house, cares about what you do for a living and as a hobby.

“It honestly depends, usually more than two weeks…I dunno, like it depends on what they want me to draw.” You explained simply.

Wanda returned from the sink, cleaning her plate and silverware, “She’s really good at what she does; she showed me a few on her tablet!”

You blushed madly at the praise from your Alpha, “You’re so sweet.”

You found out quite a few things from your mates over the course of a few hours. You learned Natasha spends much time practicing martial arts, yoga, and building stuff. She recently built a shed filled with gardening tools, a lawnmower, and two toolboxes. Nat has also made improvements around the compound in an effort to make it more homely rather than a bleak gray fortress. Wanda loves playing board games with her brother, reading, and gardening when her plants are in-season. She mostly plants flowers and occasionally some veggies she likes.

After spending the day with your Alphas and grabbing dinner at a local diner, you figured calling your father might be a good idea now while it’s still light out.

“When we get back to the compound, I think it’s time I-” you swallowed, “You know….”

Wanda and Natasha nod, agreeing, “Need some time to yourself?” Wanda asks.

“Yeah,” you said, “It’s time I call Agatha - I’m so nervous about what might go wrong.”

Wanda suddenly holds your hand and squeezes tightly, then kisses your middle knuckle, “It’ll be okay, Y/N. We are here for you and will help in any way we can, okay, detka?”

“We love you, Omega.” Natasha kisses your cheek, which makes you blush.

“Thank you, truly.” You get off the couch and head back upstairs to your bedroom, where you hesitantly pull out your phone and search up Josephine’s obituary, scrolling down to the bottom to find Agatha’s number.

You hesitantly type in her number, and before you can press the call button, you find yourself unable to do it. Only sitting and staring blankly at your phone screen with your thumb hovering over the button, “I should do this tomorrow.” You said aloud, anxiety consuming every thought that came to mind, “But I know I don’t want to, but I should…get this done,” You sighed heavily, “Here goes….”

You grimace as you press the call button and hold your cell phone up to your right ear, waiting for Agatha to respond. It rang once before being immediately picked up by the other end, where a tired, middle-aged woman answered with a yawn, “Harkness House, Agatha speaking,” Agatha, your father, responded.

“Hi…um, this is gonna sound really strange, but…uh, I’m Y/N; I saw your message on my mom’s obituary and-”

“My daughter?!” She sounded confused yet delighted, laughing quietly on the other end, “You’re alive after all this time?”

“Yeah,” you meekly replied, “I was a bit shocked, to be honest, to learn what happened to my mother.”

“Me too, at the same time, though- I wasn’t. I was more worried about you all these years than my ex-Omega…how have you been since you ran away?” Agatha’s voice was full of a certain kind of sadness, a type where her heart had been lightly bleeding since the day her precious daughter was taken from her. Agatha had always been worrying about you since she was booted out.

“I’m okay; I’ve made a career out of drawing and painting - I’ve made enough to live independently and have some left over for personal stuff. I met a few friends and found my mates, who I’m still trying to understand.”

“Aww,” Agatha cooed, happy to hear everything was going well for her daughter after her escape, “I’m glad you made it out okay…what don’t you understand about your mates, dearie?”

“Everything.” you answered with a groan, “Josephine was…quite negative towards Alphas all my life, and now that I’m with two of them, I dunno what to make of it all. It’s all so much to take in after so many years of her. ”

“Take your time! Don’t force yourself to accept them just to make them happy, do it for your happiness.”

“I kinda already told them I love them…though I can’t help but feel conflicted about saying it like I meant it, also like-”

“You’re scared. It’s okay to be scared, hon. Love takes time; it could have been a spur-of-the-moment thing it could not have. They want to protect you - that’s all they want to do, Y/N; it’s in their nature to protect their Omega and nurture you- within your boundaries.”

You two talked for hours and had much in common, much to your surprise. At one point, you asked if you could visit her and when she was about to respond, a child had come up to her and begged for a snack, “Okay, dearie, one second, momma is talking to someone special!”

She had another kid? That means she probably found a new mate. Good to hear!

“You have another family?” you inquired.

“Indeed, I do. A while after I was booted out, like two years after, I found my new mate, Veronica. We had a few pups together. Our family, at least for me, wasn’t complete until I found you. I’d love to have you meet everyone!”

How about that? You have the grandest opportunity of having a family! Surely, Wanda and Natasha were technically a part of your family, but you needed this first and foremost to move forward with them into the future. They knew you needed this before they could get too comfortable with you.

“Yeah, that would be great!” you exclaimed, “When would be a good day?”

It’s been three days since that call, and you are preparing to head to your dad’s house; your bags are nearly packed for the few-day stay. You expect to stay over for at least five nights, depending on how it goes. Your Alphas fully support you but are quite concerned due to their history with your father and insisted they accompany you inside your father’s home, but you denied them and said this trip was personal business. It’s true; your mind needs closure to move forward in your relationship with Wanda and Natasha. You want to pour your love on them, hell, flood them with affection, yet you can’t; this bothers you so much it affects your dreams.

You still can’t quite believe it - Agatha had a whole family, and all the while, you were trapped with your so-called mother. If you were honest with yourself, having your father go on to have a happy life without you stung a lot. Couldn’t Agatha have pursued legal action against Josephine? You weren’t quite sure how the law worked with pups like you back in the day, but Agatha never came up to the door to take you home - your true home with her. You could have been loved all your life and grown up happier and unafraid of your two Alphas. She can’t be blamed, though; laws favor the Omega parent more than the Alpha parent.

Anxiety flowed through you like a roaring river, and you did your best to keep your head above the water. Throughout the day, as you were packing, you found yourself drifting to Wanda and Natasha for ease of comfort. In fact, at times, you would be snuggling them more than actually packing, and it was strange now that you started actively thinking about it. It was like every thought was clearer and straightforward instead of muddled and erratic like electricity. So that’s why you brought Wanda with you into your room so that you could focus on packing…until you realized how bad of an idea it was as she kept grabbing your attention. Eventually, you got packed. Natasha had also slipped inside your room while you zipped up your suitcase and backpack.

“Alright, I’m finished,” you said, zipping up your suitcase, “Feeling a bit hungry, what’s for dinner?”

Wanda and Natasha quizically looked at one another and made a series of facial expressions as if they were conversing without saying a word. Strange. Wanda turns back to you and says, “We might know a place you might really enjoy; it’s a diner where Nat and I went on our first date together…would you like to go?”

You giggled for a moment, “Is this your way of asking me out?”

Natasha grins and grabs Wanda’s knee, which makes its way up her thigh, “Yeah, we’d love to take you out, Omega. You know, since you’ll be gone for about a week.”

“I’m down! No funny business, you two!”

—

You remember this diner quite well - Yelena took you to meet up with Kate after one of your art contests. It is a 50’s themed diner with black-and-white checkered flooring, red booths, tacky metal chairs, and pop art displayed everywhere on the plain white walls. There was a bar of sorts filled to the brim with alcohol and the kitchen directly behind it. This place causes nostalgia of that day, the day when you broke out of your hermit shell and decided to give Yelena and Kate a chance to be your friends…you’re glad you did.

You were exhausted from attending the art contest, and Yelena already had plans with Kate at the diner but decided it would be fun to have you along to get to know you better.

“Sooo, where do you wanna go, Y/N?” Yelena inquired as she drove down the busy streets of the never-resting city of New York.

You looked out the window exhaustedly; your heavy eyelids threatened to close after such an eventful yet dull evening, “Ngh, I’m craving fried food…let’s go to our usual place.” you yawned as you finished.

“Tired of people, eh?” Yelena lowered her voice, trying not to irritate you.

“Yes…can we get the booth towards the back?”

“For sure, for sure. What’s next for my friend, Y/N?” Yelena immediately pauses, thinking about what she said, “Nevermind, you’re tired out of your mind to even think about it…sorry!” she laughed.

As Yelena pulls into the diner, she quickly mutters, ‘I hope Kate is wearing that sexy purple dress I bought her a few months ago,’  before pulling into the quaint little lot, unbuckling herself after parking her beaten-up pickup truck.

You unbuckle and leave the white truck, your dress swaying in the breeze while you walk towards the slightly run-down diner, lagging behind Yelena. Yelena’s scent hits you in small amounts; gooseberries, floral, almost grassy, too: no wonder Kate loses her mind when around Yelena. You wonder what your scent would do to your Alpha…would it drive them crazy, would they be all primal and protective of their precious Omega, or would it make them horny? Who knows? 

As you and Yelena enter, you spot someone sitting at the back booth. Someone with long wavy brown hair and a purple dress adorned by a gold necklace. Upon seeing her light brown skin, you recognize this woman as Kate, who is waving aggressively, beckoning you two to sit down with her. Kate's bright smile lights up the whole diner; ‘Yelena got lucky with her mate,’ you thought.

Yelena grins like a fool and eagerly glides through the checkered floor with great pride. You, again, lag behind. Kate has already ordered you and Yelena your usual food and drink, which are still hot. Kate scoots towards the farther end of the booth, letting her Alpha sit next to her, and bounces excitedly in her seat. The other Omega in your group chows down on her cheeseburger, ignoring you and Yelena for a few minutes. The Alpha sips her water while you absentmindedly eat some fries. You appear downcast and quieter than usual, not bothering to start conversing with your trusted friends. 

Usually, you would be going berserk over this diner’s fries, but you were not feeling it today. Yelena quickly notices your unusual behavior and points out, “Something wrong, Y/N?”

“Just a little, Lena…hmm, I feel…empty. Weird.” you shrugged it off, resuming your consumption of crinkle fries.

Kate nearly chokes on her Coke, almost spitting it out and giggling, “Oh, really?” Kate’s impish smile deepens.

“Yeah,” you said, “Is that a normal thing? I mean, my life is great, you know? Don’t gotta worry about paying bills, and I have some spending money, but I can’t shake the feeling that…I’m missing something.”

Kate looks down at her plate sorrowfully. Your Omega friend has undergone similar feelings before meeting Yelena, “I felt that way before meeting Yelena…maybe it’s a sign!”

You winced, “Nah…there’s no way a sign of depression could lead to true love, fairytale stuff, I tell ya.”

“I dunno, man…anything could happen in just a few days, you could find your Alpha, or you won’t. Tomorrow I’ll take you out somewhere nice, and we could, if you want, try to find your mate?” Kate suggests. She has your best interests in mind, but she can be a bit eager for you to find your one true love…or two.

“I don’t know, Kate…I- I have a commission to work on and-”

“Y/N. Your special someone could be there tomorrow…you never know if you don’t go.” Yelena had cut you off.

“Well, I’m just scared of finding my Alpha and what they’ll do to me. I’d rather not pursue an Alpha…like ever; let’s talk about something else, yeah?” you quickly drank your drink and shifted your eyes to the pop art.

Kate shrugged and offered a smile of reassurance, “Okay, another time then. How was the art contest?”

You paused your rapid, nearly feral consumption of overly salty fries, “Good, I got second place - got a decent cash prize at least, so I’m happy!”

“Oh, jolly good!” Kate wiped her mouth with a napkin, “I’m glad your art is getting you places!”

—

This turned out to be one of the best nights of your life, the first best being the day you escaped Josephine's house of horror. You and your mates got to know each other on a much more personal level than before, and you felt connected to them, albeit still unable to move past the mental block of not only reuniting with your father after so many years but also getting much-needed closure about everything in the years Agatha was gone. There was just…something deep within you that was irking you like a fly: what if this goes south? What if you can’t establish a relationship with Agatha and her family? Would things be too much to try and become a family with your half-siblings so late in your existence? Possibly. They are already a family; you would be suddenly dropping into their lives just to meet their dad, who was also biologically yours.

You brought up your conflicting and worrisome thoughts to your Alphas.

“It’s never too late, malyshka…though it might be difficult to adjust.”

“No matter what, our love, you will always be a part of our families. You will have Kate, Yelena, Pietro, and us as your family.” Natasha reassures.

“I know,” you pause as Wanda turns right, “I can’t help but dread what’s gonna happen, you know? What if Agatha and her family rejected me and threw me away, pretending I never existed? I’d fall apart into nearly nothing.”

Natasha, who is sitting in the back seat with you, replies, “We’d be there to help you stand back up, my love.”

“Again, you have us as family,” Wanda smiles, “You can always rely on us to have your back when times get tough; that is what family is for.”

You three arrive at the compound five minutes later and head upstairs into Wanda and Natasha’s bedroom, and you immediately strip out of your clothes and steal yet another one of Wanda’s hoodies, not bothering to put anything else on. The Alphas were quite pleased to see your figure, actually…more than pleased, you could say. You only wore Wanda’s hoodie and your undergarments to bed. Slipping into the middle, the two followed after equipping their pajamas and held you in their arms.

—

Here you are, a few blocks away from your father’s house, where you hope to find all the closure you need. You had decided to tackle this alone without your Alphas, but you had their numbers in case you needed to be comforted or saved in case Agatha reverted to her old ways. Natasha had tossed you the keys to her 2022 Black Corvette for you to drive; it was a smooth and cozy car.

You were feeling all sorts of things: anxiety, anger, sadness, and the tiniest glimmer of joy. All the answers to your burning questions were inside the faint yellow and blue house you were approaching. As you parked on the left side of the street where her house was, you spotted Agatha walking out of her home with a smaller woman leaning on the doorway, looking at your car.

Agatha, in turn, spots you and smiles warmly and waves.

You get out of your car and lock it before walking up to your father, unsure of what to say, “Hey.”

“You’ve surely grown, dearie.” Agatha gestures to the front door, “Come in; tea’s almost ready!”

The home looks like it's from the 80s - rustic furniture and a lot of browns, but it has the aura of coziness that keeps everyone happy. The house, upon entering, had the scent of sage and other herbs wafting about the dim white living room.

“Veronica, this is my other daughter, Y/N. Y/N, my Omega, Veronica.” Agatha introduces.

“Hi,” Veronica was a pale, skinny woman with dark brown hair in her 50’s, “Agatha has been dying to meet you again.”

“So I have heard.”

“You don’t have to worry about our pups until later; they’re out with Veronica’s family for the afternoon,” Agatha explains, “Would you like some tea? It’s gonna be a long talk, I can tell.”

Indeed it will be; Agatha terrorized a town three years ago looking for you, though that statement may have been false. You were still stuck with your mom back in your hometown then. Was Agatha attacking that town for a different reason? What business did she have with it; who knows? After all, Agatha was a supervillain to the Avengers and had tussled with them before. If anything goes wrong, they have your number and location - also, Pietro could come and speed you out.

“I’ll have some; thank you. Where do we begin?” you asked, “What happened to Josephine, and why did things go wrong?”

Agatha looks downcast and nudges Veronica to leave the room and grab the tea, “ She was the perfect Omega when we first met, so sweet, loving, and a goofy soul. Josey became rude, strangely toxic, and extremely paranoid as time progressed. I never knew why or how such a caring soul became…so terrible. In all my lonely 200 years of living, that was one of only a few things to have broken my heart, especially when she broke the bond and took me away from you. Everything was smooth riding until it just took a sharp turn and went down to hell; I truly don’t know what happened with her.”

The 200-year age was not a surprise to you; you knew she was a witch from way back when. It’s a bit sad that nobody knows why Josephine became what she was; she must have put on a mask to fool Agatha into thinking she was a normal person instead of the toxic monster she was. 

“Damn.” You felt relief wash over you, “Where have you been, and what have you been doing…besides this?”

Agatha is consumed with thinking, “Well, I won’t lie, I reverted back to my old ways and hurt many people,” she said so casually, “I managed to open up a psychic/crystal shop downtown-”

“Did you try to get me back?” you spoke with a hint of harshness and worry, “Like did you-”

“There wasn’t much I could do, dearie. Believe me, I tried everything! The law favored Josey because she was an Omega and acted as the perfect mom in front of them, blaming me for being a bad dad, so I was not allowed to see you.”

Veronica places the tea cups on the table in front of you and Agatha and quietly announces that she will be upstairs to give you both privacy.

“She put a restraining order on me.” Agatha started, mindlessly stirring her spoon in the tea, “That’s when I could no longer visit you, let alone ever see you again. She gained full custody without a fight in the court, all because she was your mother.”

You took in a deep breath, now fully taking in the heaviness of this upcoming talk; this would not be smooth sailing for anyone - a storm of emotion was quickly approaching, threatening to tear down all the walls you constructed in your mind. Your emotions would begin to spill out into the world for Agatha to see and, soon enough, Wanda and Natasha.

“She hurt me.” Your eyes bore into the floor, desperately trying not to show anything, “She ruined so many things for me…I can’t even love, let alone trust them like, hardly at all. Her words haunt me, Agatha, and I can��t get them out of my head.”

Agatha frowns, nodding in understanding, and you continue, “I know they want to protect me and love me, but I just can’t.”

“I’m afraid all those years of her abuse will forever be with you; tell me, who are your mates? I’d love to meet them.” Agatha smiled slightly, offering a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You smirked at her words but found yourself conflicted - she has fought them before, and from what you have heard from Wanda on your date night, Agatha hates them, “Well, I, uh, well, their names are-”

Agatha crooks a brow and her lips purse, “Take your time, hon.”

“Wanda and Natasha.” You blurt.

Agatha’s face immediately drops, and a scowl replaces her warm, loving smile at the mention of the names of her enemies being her daughter’s mates, “Oh.” Then she becomes silent and pensive momentarily, ignoring anything you say.

Her enemies are your mates, your new beginning, your source of future happiness, your refuge when you were having nightmares of Josephine, and your family, whether she liked it or not. Agatha knew she would push you away if she could not accept your mates as a part of her extended family, but it was a lot to take in all at once. It was impossible for Agatha to ever treat Wanda and Natasha like loved ones; she would tolerate them at best…unless she could convince you they were not for you.

“I don’t think they will be good for you, sweetie,” Agatha said at last.

“Don’t.” you snapped, “I know how you feel about them, don’t try to tear me away from them.”

“Honey.”

“No. I’m here for answers about my mother, not your opinions on my mates. I know the shit you’ve done to those people in Massachusetts. You may be my dad, but that doesn’t mean you have earned my trust.” You have been waiting to say that since you learned about it. Some part of you was eager to hold her accountable for it, especially since she tried to persuade you to break the bond between you three. That also did not help with building a parent-child relationship; in fact, it made it worse.

“Fine, another time then,” Agatha huffed, “This talk isn’t over.”

“It is over; I’m not leaving my mates just so you can be happy.”

This was going to be quite the experience and the challenge indeed. Getting past your father’s ego is quite…troublesome.

It had been a long hour since you arrived to talk with Agatha. The atmosphere had become increasingly tense as the conversation shifted and emotions started to boil. Your words silenced Agatha, prompting her to give you a tour of the house to ease the tension. However, her tone remained flat, tinged with anger and disgust, leaving an unpleasant feeling lingering in the air. The father figure you had been eager to meet had turned out to be less accepting due to your relationship with her enemies. Seeing a potential parent-child connection begin to wither away before it could blossom was disheartening. A pit began forming in your stomach at the incoming loss. Nevertheless, you needed answers for everything about the past, so you pressed on anyway.

As Agatha guided you through the house, a sense of longing washed over you. You couldn't help but miss the touch, protectiveness, and warmth of your mates. It was a shocking revelation that even the simplest gestures of intimacy and comfort had become something you would miss so badly. You could never have imagined missing such closeness in the past, but now, its absence created an ache in your heart.

Eventually, Agatha led you to the back porch and invited you to join her. Seemingly out of nowhere, she remarked, "The family life is honestly great, you know? I'd really like to have you stay here for a while."

"I would, but..." you began but were interrupted by your father’s impatience.

"Let me guess... you'd rather live with your mates, huh?" Agatha's words dripped with venom.

"I've been hesitant to move in with them because I've only known them for a short time," you confessed, nervously scratching your neck.

Agatha's response could have been more supportive. "I don't think moving in with them would be a good idea. I mean, come on, they're a bunch of superpowered freaks, especially—"

"THEY'RE NOT FREAKS!" Your voice erupted, anger and desperation echoing through the air.

"Don't yell at your father," Agatha growled, her words laced with animosity. "How are they any better than dear old me?"

"They save people, Agatha. Wanda, Natasha, and Pietro help their community in ways others can't. You took lives for no fucking reason other than for sport." Your voice quivered with emotion.

"They've also caused harm," Agatha countered.

"But you did it with malice while they didn't," you retorted.

"That doesn't make them innocent," Agatha sneered.

Enough was enough. "You know what? I'm done." Rising from your chair, you forcefully pushed it back into place. "I thought you would accept the person I've chosen to be with."

"Then go ahead and leave, cry like a baby to them, just like the little bitch you are. They'll eventually abandon you, and then you'll come crawling back to dear old Dad," Agatha taunted, smirking.

Agatha's words mirrored the hurtful comments Josephine had subjected you to your whole life. Shocked, you stammered, "I... I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"You heard me. If you're going to be mated to my enemy, you're no longer my child. You've crossed a boundary I can't accept," Agatha declared, her voice becoming dangerously low,

"I'm not going to reject them for anyone. They love me. Aren't you supposed to love me as my father, no matter who I love?" your voice cracked with a mix of sadness and defiance.

"Not when they're part of the Avengers," Agatha replied disdainfully.

"You can't control who I choose as my mates. Nature decided that I am meant to be with Wanda and Natasha for life, Agatha," you asserted.

Agatha huffed, her eyes dilating, "Well, nature paired me up with a toxic cunt who threw me away!”

"I'm sorry everything went horribly wrong for you, Agatha, but that doesn't give you the right to tear me away from my happiness,” you shouted.

"I'm trying to save you," Agatha pleaded, her voice strained.

"No, you're not!" you exclaimed, the pain of rejection burning through your veins. "You're trying to control me. You don’t love me; you just want me to become something I’m not!”

"I will not associate with someone who chooses to be mated to the so-called 'world's mightiest heroes.' Do not return here until you've come to your senses," Agatha declared with finality.

A profound sadness settled within your soul, followed by a sudden wave of relief that felt like tears cascading down your face. "Fuck you! You're casting me aside like my mom did to you, right?"

At that moment, as your words hung in the air, laden with resentment and heartache, a connection that had once held promise crumbled before your eyes.

The best and only choice now is to simply walk away without looking back once at the sad excuse of a Father.

So, you did just that, walked through the living room and shambled to your Corvette. You scrambled for your keys in your hoodie pocket, immediately started your car, raced down the road, and decided to head for your apartment subconsciously. A part of you did not want Wanda and Natasha to drop everything they were doing to take care of a crybaby mate at a moment’s notice. Getting back to a familiar environment would be best to calm you down.

—

You had been crying and sniffling the whole trip to New York City but were aware of the road. The entire time, you pushed Wanda and Natasha out of your mind, only thinking of home, your home, the one you bought. Your apartment was only a few blocks away, and you would be safe and comfortable; that’s right, you were hiding back in your shell. Everything was overwhelming, the feelings writhing deep within, the tainted memories of Josephine, and the harsh negativity Agatha spewed caused you such pain and heartache you craved to be wrapped up in your blankets, binge-watching Youtube videos. It was the number-one go-to for comfort. You did miss your mates, yet you missed your apartment and all your drawing stuff. You weren’t going to be here too long, though. There was something you had to do first.

You exit your car and head inside through the lobby and to the elevator, where you press the seventh-floor button. The door closes and begins moving upwards, that is, until it stops on the fourth floor, and a familiar brunette steps in; Kate.

Kate instantly notices your disheveled hair, red, puffy eyes, and overall dirty look; crumbs from a muffin clung to your hoodie, and a large coffee stain near the head hole. She looks you up and down, “You look like hell, Y/N…what the hell happened? Is everything okay?”

“No,” your voice was weak from all the crying, the betrayal of the last remaining member of your family hurt like a bullet, “I- I need a nap,” you cried, “I want to shrivel up and die, Kate, I hate everything, Katie.”

Kate frowns and pulls you in for a tight hug, “It’s okay,” her hug was quite lovely, but it’d be even better to have Wanda hugging you instead, “Everything is going to be alright.”

“My dad threw me away! All because she hates Wanda and Natasha, and now she hates me too!” your muffled cry breaks Kate’s heart.

Just then, the elevator stopped at your floor, and Kate took your hand in hers, leading you back to your place. Meanwhile, Kate is texting Yelena about what happened, informing her she might be late for dinner. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Kate let go of your hand and let you wander where you liked, “Do you need anything, maybe some coffee or something to eat?”

You had shambled to your couch and plopped down carelessly on it, half-laying down and half-sitting, “Mmmph, I only had a muffin that Wanda packed for me; that’s all I had in the past day. I’m not really in the mood to eat, to be honest,” you sighed into the couch’s pillow, “Everything sucks, Kate.”

“I can’t imagine what you’re feeling, Y/N,” Kate looks downcast, then gets lost in thought for a moment, contemplating what she could do to help, “Do you- would you like me to call Natasha?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah….” you respond with a whisper and a sniffle.

“Okay, okay.” Kate smiles. She’s smiling at your progress. You originally never asked for help from anybody, you were the ‘I need no help because I can do it myself’ kind of woman after being helpless for so long, and now you are openly asking for help in dealing with this tidal wave of negativity crashing upon your patchworked heart, “I’ll be right back, I urge you to drink some water, though.”

“Okay…fineeee,” you drawled as you headed for the fridge.

—

Natasha did not hesitate to bolt out the door and drag a befuddled Wanda directly behind. Wanda had only been told, ‘Y/N fled,’ and could not process the two words until they were racing to your apartment in the car. Natasha’s heart was pounding in her chest, and Wanda’s anxiety was shooting through the roof like a bottle rocket.

“Natasha, what happened to our girl? Is she safe?” Wanda’s doe eyes widened.

“Things did not go well at Agatha’s house, and she fled to her apartment in NYC. She’s quite upset from what Kate told me.” Natasha explained, too focused on the road to tell Wanda all the details.

“Oh no,” Wanda drawled, pouting, “Our poor girl, I had a feeling that something might go wrong!”

“Me too, but she needed to meet Agatha alone, Wands. There was nothing we could do to stop her, my dove.” Natasha spoke solemnly, “Part of me really wanted to just…follow her there and spy, but I want her to trust me; if I had done that, she would have never looked at us the same, and I can’t be havin’ that.”

“Yeah….” Wanda sighed, “I want her to trust us too; I hope she does; I just wanna hold her so bad. Our poor girl is probably scared out of her mind!”

“And incredibly upset, too; she probably cried a river on her way home.” Natasha frowned slightly, “Don’t worry, love, we’ll be there soon, and then you won’t have to worry about a thing.”

—

Kate sits at the opposite end of the couch from you, eagerly awaiting for Wanda and Natasha to arrive and help turn your deep frown into a bright smile - though she knew it would be a while before you would feel any sort of sunshine through the foggy weather of your mind, even with your mates present. It’s a lot to deal with, to be no longer considered one’s child all because of who you love.

You have been staring out your window for many minutes now, feeling nothing but emptiness and sorrow that has reopened old wounds. That’s all there is to your current mental state; your head is empty, nothing floating around in your noggin.

It’s baffling how your dad spent so long looking for you only to turn you away because of your relationship with two Avengers members. This was all for nothing; you got no answers about anything, just hatred thrown your way. Was the trip just one of Agatha’s tricks to abandoning your mates? Was this all a game to her to be her apprentice in evil? You would never know. There would be no seeing her for the rest of your life, and with that, you were content - she would not go out of her way to hurt you or attempt to ruin your life by force. All that’s left for you is to spend your life with people who love you unconditionally. For example, right now, Yelena was just informed of the situation and is sprinting up multiple flights of stairs instead of taking an elevator for her daily exercise.

“Hey…I…have…arrived,” Yelena gasped for air, “She alright?”

Kate looked at the front door just kicked open by her Alpha, staring wide-eyed in disbelief, “Yeah, she’s…okay, I guess. Why did you-”

Yelena looks confused, “You told me…she got rejected by Natasha?”

“By her dad,” Kate corrected, “She met with her estranged dad, and she rejected Y/N because of affiliation with Natasha; you really need to hear everything through, my Alpha.”

“My bad.” Yelena breathed a sigh of relief, glad she didn’t have to rain hell on her older sister.

Yelena shifts her eyes off Kate onto you, who is absently looking out the window with a pained but blank expression. Your y/e/c eyes appear hollow even under the sun as if your soul had retreated into you to wallow in despair at the wounds your father reopened. Yelena was unsure what to do to help; hell, she did not know what could be done to console you. Here’s the thing, nothing would be of great help but to be with your mates, who are speeding down the streets of New York City.

“They are on their way; I don’t think they want us here when they get here,” Kate paused and redirected her attention to you, “Would you want us to go, Y/N?”

You only nodded.

“Okay, we’ll see you later. If you need help moving out at all, let us know!” A small smile formed on Kate’s lips as she waved goodbye.

And then you were all alone in the world for a while. Nothing but silence and misery kept you company. Your mates are close, and soon, you won’t feel so alone but rather be loved and cherished by the two life has set you up with for life. And all they want is to kiss and hold you to ensure you are not alone. 

As you were driving with tears flowing from your eyes, all you could think of was that night you spent in bed with your Alphas. They held you so close and tight. You felt safe with them, unafraid of the nightmares that haunted you ever since you fled Josephine’s house, and for the first time, felt loved and wanted.

You have moved to your bedroom and huddled up in a sea of blankets to hide away from the cold, cruel world outside the many layers of fabric. The faint warmth of your body heat plus the blankets is insufficient to soothe your soul from the crushing despair your heart was afflicted with. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying; damn it all, your body was aching too. You are tired, hungry, and cold on the inside. However, there is solace in all the sea of heartache and despair, your mates were on their way to help you the only way they know how. You wish they would be right by your side, but they’re not, which hurts.

They would be here soon enough. 

“I just wanted to be loved, that’s all!” your mind swirled with peril, “I was so close that I could taste it!”

Rejection stings like a swarm of angry hornets. The burning remains a while after but eventually subsides. Right now, it burns like fire in your soul, and your mates are the relief to the pain. “She had pups while I was stuck with that devil! They got to grow up all happy and have such luxury while I suffered all my life; it’s not fucking fair!”

Sorrow floods your brain like a tidal wave with no reprieve, drowning you in despair, “Maybe I could’ve been a good sister to them, but no, my fucking dad threw me out like trash!”

They are entering the apartment building and heading up the elevator to your floor; Wanda pressed the seventh-floor button at least twenty times so that it might go faster. The witch paces back and forth while the Widow leans against the wall staring blankly at the floor, pondering the best way to comfort you. She only knows the basics of calming down an Omega, but not hers , all she knows to do is have you rest your head on her chest and release a wave of calming pheromones. Wanda knows precisely what to do and will probably guide Natasha along.

“I’m scared for her,” Natasha admits.

“Me too. It’s okay, my Alpha, we’ll be there shortly, and she will be in our arms again. Remember when she first cuddled with us a few days ago?” Wanda hugs the other Alpha.

“Yeah, she wanted to steal our shirts and hoodies for her nest. She ended up in our bed, and…we held her until the morning.”

“Maybe she would like that!” Wanda beamed.

“Maybe we could get her mind off it by doing a movie night. Perhaps order a pizza with some drinks and watch something Disney?” Natasha suggested.

“We’ll see; all these rampant emotions must be wearing our Omega thin...let’s talk about this later, okay, Natasha?” Wanda’s tone had become quiet and worried.

Natasha takes a deep breath, “You’re right. She needs us more than anything. Can’t believe her father rejected our Y/N; she has done nothing wrong.”

The door opens, and the two take no time in speedwalking towards your door and barging in without even thinking to knock. Upon entering, a foul scent of burnt popcorn hits their nostrils, making them gag purely out of instinct. It was worse than they thought; you were succumbing to despair and grief of an untold magnitude. You were losing yourself deep in the recesses of your mind - every thought you had was deprecating and sorrowful. Pain shot throughout your whole body, your bones ached, and your scent was close to repelling your mates. All your pain would be gone after they hop into bed with you. There would be no need to be afraid of anything happening next; they would be by you always.

Wanda leads Natasha to your bedroom door, stating, “She is in here.”

The two enter your room, where your blankets swallow you, and see the small lump resting in the middle. You remained unmoving, exhausted from the tidal wave of emotions that swept through you. Natasha frowns and moves to the closest side of the bed, gently moving the covers so that she can slip under them to reach you; Wanda ends up doing the same but urgently. The witch quickly picks up on your quiet whimpers and sniffling and hurries to you, embracing you in a warm, loving hug that makes you heave at the sudden contact. Natasha comes up behind you and wraps her arms around you, pulling herself toward you.

Wanda breaks the ice, “Detka,” her hot breath on your ear makes you shiver, “We’re here now.” The witch plants a kiss on your hairline.

“We heard what happened and came right away; you’re safe now with your Alphas,” Natasha says as she scents you.

You only respond with a low whine.

“Poor Omega,” Wanda coos, “You didn’t deserve any of this. You deserved lots of love unconditionally. We love you, malyshka.”

Your eyes were red and puffy from the hour of crying, and your throat was hoarse, unable to speak properly.

“Love you…too.”

“Omega,” Natasha nestled her head on your shoulder, “You don’t need to worry about her anymore. We’re your family now. You have me, Wanda, Pietro, Yelena, and Kate, who are here for you. We love you so incredibly much.”

“She had pups, and they lived happy lives while I was stuck with the devil I had to call mother. It’s not fucking fair!” You cried into Wanda’s shoulder, “I didn’t get to grow up a happy kid! I just wanted to have a parent in my life. That’s all I wanted!”

Their hearts were breaking for you; your mates could also feel the pain deep inside. Every cry that left your lips echoed in their ears, and every tear that stained Wanda’s hoodie brought her a twinge of deep sorrow. Natasha held onto you as tightly as she could, but not too much to the point where it would hurt you because the last thing she would ever do was hurt you while you were down.

“Honey,” Natasha whispered, “Focus on us, on our love, our scents, and our warmth. Let us shower you with our love tonight. I promise no one will hurt you tonight or ever again.”

“Together, when the time is right, we’ll have a family of our own. Our pups will be proud to call you their mama.” Wanda smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You sound so sure….” You say absently as your vision has gone blurry from your tears.

“It’s a promise,” Wanda reassures, “We’ll be there every step of the way.”

Upon hearing her promise you these things, you begin taking in their love and support, taking in their combined scents and feeling a wave of love douse the flames of misery. Natasha kisses just below your jawline while Wanda gently purrs - you cannot hear it but can feel it rumbling through your body. Their words of assurance ease the aches of rejection, making you feel, for once in your years of living, accepted by people who do truly care. Wanda and Natasha deeply care for you and your well-being and are committed to you alone. The duo wants you to wake up each morning feeling loved and cared for - to make breakfast for you and make sure you are well-fed and hydrated.

Tomorrow, the two will help you pack your things and permanently bring you home. After hours of talking, you agreed to go home with them to be more comfortable having your stuff with you while having the love of your mates warm your hurting heart. However, Wanda did emphasize that you would need to nest in their bed as you did tell them you had been off suppressants due to Kate’s insistence, and it could come in about a week or so.

For tonight, you would rest in the loving arms of your Alphas, and if you just so happen to wake up, Wanda and Natasha have agreed to order a pizza or two and have a movie night. As you lay asleep, you cannot help but smile subconsciously - knowing that you are loved. It will take some time to fully embrace it, but you wholeheartedly accept them for everything that they are…your Alphas.

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[bad268]

Hey. I love your blog. It's amazing. Is it possible for you to write about actress reader x colby brock. Like they are each others favorite and Sam and colby invite her to one of their investigations. Like in one of her interviews found out that their her favorite YouTubers and colby might ask her on a date?

Thank you so much 💗

Tweets (Colby Brock X Actor! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Sam and Colby & Co.

Requested: Clearly (I had a little too much fun with this one lol)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 1087

Summary: An unearthed tweet leads to shocking revelations (with a best friend's intervention).

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/Colby's insta from November 16, 2023)

It all started with a resurfaced tweet from 2015…

I can’t say it was a lie, but it was before my big break, and I didn't have a manager running my social media accounts 24/7. I was just a normal teenager on Vine with time to kill. And now, I thought it was coming back to haunt me, pun intended.

That was until I received a DM from Colby himself asking me to be a part of their yearly tradition, Hell Week. At first, I was starstruck, but I would have been crazy to decline.

So that’s where we are now: preparing for the Conjuring House. A place of extremes. A place I told myself I would never go to because of how insane it is, yet here I am. And, of course, it’s going to be for a week. 

I was invited to Sam and Colby’s place to go over the specifics of the trip. I had just finished filming my latest movie, which was coincidentally being filmed in Las Vegas, so as soon as my scenes were wrapped up, I set off for their house.

By the time I got there, everyone else who was invited was already there. At least, I assumed with the number of cars in the driveway. I was still in stage make-up, but thankfully, I had changed into something more comfortable before I left the set. I grabbed my backpack before jumping out of my car, locking it, and walking up to the door, ringing the doorbell.

Almost immediately, the door is being opened, and I am face to face with Colby. After a beat of us just staring, speechless, at each other, I cleared my throat. I chuckled nervously before saying, “Hi, apologies for being late. Filming ran a little longer than I originally planned. I hope I didn’t hold you all up too long.”

“Nah, don’t even worry about it,” he dismissed quickly as he stepped aside and ushered me inside. “Come in, and I’ll show you where you can put your stuff. You’re staying and going with Sam, Seth, and me to Rhode Island, right?”

“If that’s still alright with you guys,” I replied, walking in step with Colby up the stairs. “I don’t want to impose on your personal spaces. I can go home, just say the word.”

“I would never kick you out,” he laughed, leading me down the hall and stopping just before the end. “Here is your room. There is a bathroom attached. It’s right next to the closet, and if you need anything, my room is right there.” He paused as he pointed to the room at the very end of the hall. “I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night. If you need anything, let me know.”

“I’ll feel bad if it’s the middle of the night, but I will keep that in mind. Thank you,” I replied as I walked in to set my bag down on the vanity. “I’m just going to take my make-up off and meet you guys downstairs if that’s alright.”

“No problem,” he said, “We’ll be in the living room and we’ll either order food later or go out. We’ll see how everyone feels.”

“Ok, cool, thank you!” I said enthusiastically as he left down the hall. I closed the door over as I walked deeper into the room. I grabbed out my micellar water, cotton pads, and hydrater before walking into the ensuite to clean my face. As I set them on the counter, I noticed a piece of paper.

It was a printed screenshot of Twitter. A specific tweet from Colby in 2016 read, “Give me a chance y/n.” The back of the paper had its own handwritten note.

“You have been Colby’s celebrity crush for years. I know you posted a tweet in 2015 asking if he was single, and I don’t know if it was a joke or not. I didn’t show him the tweet, but I can say he’s single now if that tweet is still true. Please just get him to shut up. -Sam”

I chuckled at the note before quickly cleaning my face to head downstairs. Everyone was sitting on the couch or on the floor facing the TV. Everyone except Colby. I glanced around the room, trying to find him, only to see him standing in the kitchen. He was looking through the fridge, so I walked up behind him.

“Can you hand me a water?” I asked, startling him in the process. He jumped up straight, sucking in a quick breath as he snapped around to look at me. “Did I scare you or is that residual energy from the Conjuring House?”

“No, I just…” he trailed off for a second. “Yeah. I wasn’t expecting you down here just yet.”

“Kinda like how you didn’t expect me to see this?” I teased as I pulled the paper out from behind my back. Colby’s eyes grew wide as his jaw dropped. He stammered, trying to come up with a reason behind it, but he could not get a cohesive thought out. “Don’t worry. I’d give you a chance.”

Colby stopped entirely. I could see the gears turning in his mind before he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes, immediately meeting mine as he reached out to take the paper from my hands, setting it on the counter. He held my hands in his as he closed the distance between us. 

“Y/n, will you go out with me?” Colby whispered as he bit his lip in nervousness.

“Of course, I will,” I whispered back as a smile spread across both of our faces. 

“How about after this meeting we get out of here and do mini golf and dinner?” He offered, leaning his head down to rest our foreheads together.

“I will take you down,” I laughed as I leaned more into his body. “Truth be told, I’m great at mini golf.”

“Okay, lovebirds, we get it,” Sam interrupted from the living room. “We get it.”

“Shush, Sam,” I quipped back as I snapped my head to look at the group on the couch, still holding Colby’s hands. “You’re the one that left the note in my bathroom.”

“Wait, there’s a note?!” Colby shouted as he immediately let go of one of my hands to flip the paper over, reading through the note. “Sam, I told you this in confidence!”

~~~~~

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[nrnyx]

PROMPT: How about Derek and Stiles meeting at a dog adoption event and falling in love over the same dog.

Thank you @steelcodewolf-blog for the prompt!

Stiles ran up to the counter and slammed his application down. “For Sparky!” he gasped out of breath as he’d just sprinted the entire mile to the adoption agency after his jeep broke down. It was finally the day. Stiles was free of his lease agreement and moving into a pet-friendly apartment. He could have a dog - his dog because he’d been visiting Sparky for months now after seeing his cute picture online. 

The animal shelter staff held Sparky as long as they could for him, but he’d been warned that today was their big adoption fair, and Sparky would be part of the group being pushed hardest for adoption. Sparky had already been with them for nearly a year before Stiles showed up, and before that, poor Sparky had been shipped from another shelter in New York. The shelter couldn’t hold him if someone wanted to adopt him. 

Stiles hadn’t been too worried. One of the reasons Sparky was still around was because he was a rather large and somewhat alarming German Shepard mix that might have actually been a wolf-dog, but the shelter didn’t have the funds to test his genetics, to be sure. Sparky had never been aggressive or tried to attack anyone. He was a chill dog that loved belly rubs, so he remained up for adoption. 

The staff even said that Stiles was the only person Sparky had ever shown an interest in. Sparky didn’t really like toys, wasn’t interested in other dogs or attention of any kind really, but he liked Stiles. The staff said he already knew the sound of Stiles's jeep and only ever bothered barking to alert them that Stiles was coming. Stiles adored the old grump right back and had visited him at least once every few days with the hopes that no one else would take notice of just how awesome Sparky was. 

Being a newly graduated college student and an intern with the FBI didn’t exactly bring in the big bucks yet, so Stiles had to wait for his lease to be up in order to find a new place to live that allowed pets. He’d managed to scrape up enough extra money for the rather hefty pet deposit and had Sparky a new bed, food, and dog tags waiting for him in the jeep, which they would have to walk back to, but he was sure Sparky would like the chance to stretch his legs.

It was going to be awesome.

Martha’s face fell as soon as she realized it was him, and Stiles felt his heart falling right along with her look of pity. “Stiles…” she started, but Stiles didn’t give her time to finish.

“Where’s Sparky? Please tell me you didn’t give him to some stranger off the street! I’ve been coming in for months!” Stiles protested in disbelief. How could they betray him? He thought they were all rooting for him and Sparky. He’d told them he would be in by the end of the day. They promised that even if someone tried to adopt, they wouldn’t let Sparky leave the same day. They’d make an excuse to hold him as long as they could for Stiles.

“I’m so sorry, Stiles. I know how excited you’ve been. This must be so heartbreaking for you, but his dad showed up,” the woman explained with actual tears in her eyes. 

Stiles couldn’t find his voice. That had been the last thing he’d expected to hear. “His dad?” he finally managed to get out. “His dad?”

“Yes, he had proof -” 

“He lost him! He lost him for over a year, and you’re just going to let him walk in and take him! Just like that? Clearly, the guy wasn’t a responsible dog parent to begin with. I mean, what kind of evidence did this guy have?”

“Uh Stiles…” Martha tried to interrupt, but Stiles was on a roll. There was no way Sparky was going anywhere with anyone but him. 

“Because photos can be photoshopped, and videos can be falsified. I know! I work for the FBI. Who is this guy? I want to see some I.D. and this so-called evidence. No one is leaving here with Sparky until I hear this assholes side of the story because there’s no way Sparky - ”  

“Jacks,” a male voice spoke up from beside him, and Stiles was momentarily left speechless as he turned and caught sight of, frankly, the most attractive guy he’d ever seen in his entire life, and he’d gone to school with Jackson Whittmore. 

“Holy shit, adopt me,” Stiles mumbled before his brain-to-mouth filter could catch up.

The guy's eyebrows did something impressive. “What?” 

“What?” Stiles asked back equally as dumbfounded. Honestly, he was just as surprised as anyone at what came out of his mouth sometimes. 

“Stiles, uhh… meet Sparky’s…  I’m sorry. I mean Jacks’s dad, Derek Hale,” Martha introduced as Stiles's big brain tried to get back online. “Apparently, Jacks was stolen about a year ago. His dad’s been looking for him ever since. He tracked him down here all the way from New York. Crazy, right?” Martha laughed nervously as she looked between the two.

Stiles eyed Derek Hale for a long moment and already felt himself accepting this new disappointing reality. The guy looked like Sparky’s dad. They both had a certain wolfishness about them that was undeniable. Honestly, Derek Hale had to be the most dedicated dog dad in the world to have tracked his lost dog all the way across the continent. 

Stiles felt himself deflating. “I’m glad you guys are reunited. I’m sure Sparky - I mean Jacks is pumped to see you again.”

Derek fished his phone from his pocket and turned it so Stiles could see the screen saver, which was truthfully the most adorable picture of the two together and obviously happy. “After he was taken, it took me a while to track him down. I found out that a shelter in New York shipped him to the West Coast, thinking he’d have a better chance of being adopted, but they couldn’t tell me where he ended up. I started checking shelters in Washington and was working my way down the coast when I saw an ad for today’s event. Jacks picture was part of it.”

“I’m glad you found him,” Stiles offered again, unable to look at the guy as he said it even though he did mean it. He couldn’t even get that kind of dedication out of a boyfriend. This guy was like a superhero or something. “Cool, well I gotta go…” 

Derek opened his mouth to say something, but Jimmy from the back was calling for him. Stiles knew Jimmy was the one who typically got the adopted dogs ready and brought them out to greet their new owners. He needed to get out of there. Stiles didn’t think he could say goodbye to Sparky- well, Jacks, which was a much more suitable and dignified name, he supposed. 

Derek, with his man stubble and leather jacket, looked like a guy who would own a dog named Jacks. 

More proof that they fit together.

While Derek was distracted, Stiles slipped away, shoulders slumped as he started the long walk back to his jeep. About halfway there, a familiar bark froze him in his tracks. Stiles turned just in time to see a black pickup slowing down to a stop beside him. The passenger window was down, and Jacks's big head was sticking out of it. 

“Do you live around here?” Derek called from the driver's side as he leaned out of the way of Jack’s aggressively thumping tail. 

Jacks whined, and Stiles immediately reached out to soothe him, running a hand over his massive ears and scratching how he knew Jacks liked. This earned him a great big lick across his face in return. Stiles laughed, swatting playfully, but Jacks only pushed closer, beginning to lick Stiles in earnest.

“That’s amazing. The shelter told me about you visiting him. I didn’t believe them at first. Jacks has never taken to… well, anyone else really,” Derek spoke up again, amusement clear in his voice as Stiles tried to fend off all the affection being lavished on him. Jacks had never been quite this excited to see him either, but it was a very welcome shift after the heartbreak he’d been feeling a moment ago. 

At least Stiles knew Jacks would miss him too. “Yeah, me and him… we kind of bonded while he was waiting on you.” Stiles shrugged in reply taking a small step back and almost giving in again when Jacks whined in protest.

Derek glanced at Jacks, before reaching out and patting him on the back in a reassuring way. “They said he was pretty depressed before you came around. Wasn’t eating much or leaving his kennel,” Derek explained. Stiles hadn’t known that part, but he was glad he helped Jacks until Derek found him. It was at least some comfort he could take home with him.

“I should uh… get back to my jeep,” Stiles said, pointing his thumb in the direction he was walking. 

As much as he liked seeing Jacks he really wanted to get home and have a good cry in private. Not only was he losing Jacks, but Jacks owner happened to be an insanely hot guy right out of Stiles's fantasies and entirely out of his league. It just reminded Stiles of exactly how lonely he was these days. Loneliness and his last breakup had been the whole reason Stiles was on the shelter’s page looking at adoptable dogs in the first place. 

“It’s parked a little down the road. I need to call a tow,” Stiles felt the need to explain, hoping his ears weren’t as red as they probably were. It was a bit embarrassing, but the jeep had been his mom’s, and he only had a few more years as a lowly FBI intern before he could afford to get it fixed properly. Maybe he could get his pet deposit back. That would help pay for the tow truck he was going to need to call. 

 Derek leaned over to unlatch the door. “Hop in. I’ll drive you down there and take a look. I’m a mechanic.”

Stiles couldn’t help how his mouth fell open. Could this guy be any more perfect? The only thing that would be better was if he were - 

“And maybe you’ll let me and Jacks take you to dinner… you know, as a thank you for looking out for him.” Derek sent him a wolfish smile that had probably seduced the panties off of hundreds of college co-eds back in his day. Stiles wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he could now be bunched into that category. 

“Uhh yeah okay…” Because what else was he going to say. Jacks moved over a bit to give him room, and as soon as Stiles settled, he had a lap full of wolfdog. 

Derek threw his head back and laughed. “Doesn’t look like he’s going to be letting you leave so easily.”

Stiles cleared away the lump in his throat and buried his face in Jacks soft fur. “I don’t mind.”

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[moonit3]

Yandere mafia x male reader. I imagine that the reader became a prisoner because he was part of the rival mafia (the reader's mafia was defeated), our mafia boss arrives drunk and wants sex.

this took more time than I expected, maybe it wwas the fact that I didn’t know what name to give the new oc. also this is dedicated to the anon who asked for more gay sex in colorful letters.

MORE THAN ENEMIES

➥warnings/notices: male yandere, amab/m! reader, mlm, nsfw, smut, dubcon, reader is coerced, sub! yandere, dom! reader, handjob (receiving), oral (receiving), anal (giving), both characters are drunk, reader is implied to have a big cock, is that a warning?), yandere is implied to be a virgin but reader is experienced, end is a little rushed.

➥ yandere! mafia man x male! reader

➥ synopsis: losing your group to allistair made you feel horrible, but feeling his lips on yours made things slightly better.

➥ a/n: once again I am feeding the male readers of this blog with this one, so any comments and positive criticisms is welcome to this post. it took me more time than as my original plan was to make it as I literally searched in how to write smut, so this might be better than my last works related to nsfw content and that writing this, I felt somewhat cringe and embarrassed, so yeah….but anyways, enjoy this.

earlier today, the west coast mafia thrown a celebration to it leader after the group managed to taken down their longtime enemies. people were shoot down inside the gala room, making the walls red as the victorious drink and laugh from gaining an enormous territory over the east. the members are happy and dancing to show their enthusiasm over the victory, even the boss is celebrating with his men.

the party lasted hours until everyone fell asleep all over the manor, sleeping at the ground after a loud and crazy party, except for the boss. allistair is somewhere else way more properly than a cold floor of the living room, instead he is in his room, currently teasing his prisoner, in this case, you.

“why aren’t you paying attention on me?” the drunken state makes you worry about the amount of alcohol allistair has drink, definitely more than five bottles to turn like this. “y-you know that you are mine, right? so your attention has to fully mine!”

his body is rubbing against your, trying to gain a reaction from you. the whining coming out from his lips are driving you insane, it would be a great opportunity to take advantage of this situation and escape from this place to never be seen again. however, you can’t do this with allistair being so vulnerable like this, you aren’t a monster like his men.

your hand that isn’t cuffed to the bedpost goes over his shoulder and easily push allistair to the other side of the bed, “i don’t think you should do anything with you barely knowing what you are doing.” he climbs back to your lap, but this time more touch and needy than before. “do you even know who am I?”

he nodded, dumbly smiling and admiring the tiny blushing growing in your cheeks. allistair is planning something, despite drunk, he still one the greatest mind you’ve met and that’s why he took down your group so easily.

“you are my love~” his head is now against your neck, already cuddling you and prepping kisses at your cheek. “and as my love, you are going to make me happy for the rest of my life.”

“really? should you wait to be a little more sober to talk about it?” your free hand couldn’t stop him from zipping down your fly, not when he was faster and out of your reach while doing it. “h-hold it! allistair, you aren’t in the position to make decisions like this!”

again, you pushed him away from you and this time it was a bit too roughy as he almost fall from the bed. the smile on his face gets replaced by sadness, making you stay calm as he lays down in bed with you once more. the unusual expression of dejected doesn’t fit someone like allistair nor the soft cries that are coming from his throat, if he wasn’t drunk, he would be screaming and yelling about you disobeying him.

he began to cry, not even bothering to hold it back as his hands wrapped around your body, seeking comfortable as he placed kisses on your cheek. “please, [name]….i want you to touch me…” his hands goes over your pants, zip down your pants to reveal not only your underwear, but also a large bulge that is already quite big. “can i touch you? p-please, i need to know how you feel!”

your brief are put down to show your cock, it’s hard and there is precum leaking from the tip. allistair doesn’t lose the opportunity and start stroking it, making you fail to secure the moan coming out from your lips. “a-allistair you need—you need to stop it!” but he doesn’t stop, he ignores you and keep teasing you, going faster and more faster than before.

more precum began to spill from your cock, dirtying his slender fingers as allistair began to lick your member, fully happily to see how embarrassed you become because of him. unable to take most of your cock, allistair goes slowly as his throat isn’t accustomed to take it deeper than he wished. his head goes down and up at your member, gaining a rhythm to not slow down nor make you uncomfortable.

“a-ah!” your hips moves on its own, resulting in allistair not only in whimpering more, but also having him going faster as you free hand grab a handful amount of his hair as a way to make him go faster. “AH, ALLISTAIR!”

it took a couple of more stoking to allistair before his mouth was full. his eyes full of tears as you released him from your touch and let him swallow the entire fluids, not letting a single drop escaping his lips. your eyes couldn’t believe that he did it, the man you always feared is now looking at you with lust on his eyes. he wants more of you.

“[name]…can we do more, please?” his zipped down his pants, smiling at your exhausted and dizzy state, adoring how you look. “i promise to be good for you.”

you are kissing allistair softly, something you wouldn’t never do, but after sharing a bottle of champagne with him change things. his lips taste like alcohol, a drink you wouldn’t never enjoy, however it’s feel good by tasting it on him.

between the kisses, your hands (now free from the handcuffs) play with his chest, twisting his nipples and in return, hearing the soft whimpering from his lips. it’s weird to have one of most dangerous man underneath you, ready to be taken by you only.

“p-put it inside me, [name]! i need you now!” allistair begs, no- implores you to take him. “just promise me to go s-slow!”

“i won’t hurt you, allistair.” you chuckled, playing a kiss on his forehead before inserting a finger inside him. the man thrown his head against the mattress and began to whine. “but first, I need to prepare you.”

regardless of trying to hold back his voice, allistair’s voice escaped and echoed through the room. it made you smile, knowing that he is enjoy made you add another finger, but this time a little bit more faster. seeing how his body reacts to your touch is interesting and you want to see more of it.

then, you hit his most sensitive spot that result on allistair whimpering and holding your arms for security. it took a couple more of touching his insides before he came with a loud moan and dirtying his chest completely, now he is the one who is exhausted.

“did you enjoy it?” you asked and he nodded, smiling despite feeling so tired and wanting to sleep. “i’m going to put it inside, okay?”

you pour some lube around your length, then slowly pushed your cock inside him, taking time to get allistair adjust to your size. his moans got louder, but not enough to break the privacy the bedroom gives to both.

“hmp—!” his body shivers when your all of your cock got inside. it’s a new sensation to allistair, you know that, so you take a couple of minutes before starting thrusting in and out slowly, gaining more whines from him. “a-ah—ah!”

your bring his legs closer to you, carefully throwing it above your shoulder to make him take your cock deeper. then you continue to e thrust into him, making lewd noises from the impact between your cock and his entrance.

“g-good—!” his body shakes as you hit the most sensible spot again, gaining a sweet moan from him. allistair moves his arms to your neck, bringing you closer to give you a kiss. “hng—! you a-are making me feel good!”

it took a couple of more thrust to both of you each climax at the same time. you came inside this time, not daring to pull away when the idea of filling him up sounds appealing. and allistair dirty his chest again, but this time he looks calmer of it. after a while, you remove yourself from him and the fluids inside him slowly got out of him entrance, hitting the now dirty sheets.

a smile on his lips as allistair kissed you again, exhausted but happier to experience something so special with you. the two of you lays down on the bed, not caring if it’s dirty, he is staring at you with his lovestruck eyes.

“[name]~” his fingers reach out for a lock of your hair, smelling it when you just stare at him. “i love you.”

“…” it’s strange to believe of what just happened between you and the man who tried to kill your. he is your enemy, someone who took down the people you considered as a family and now you just had sex with him while drunk. it was wrong, but…it felt good at the same time.

“i love you too, allistair.”

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[yourgentlegirlfriend]

IM UNSHADOWBANNWD AH. I’ve been so excited to post this story it’s been in the works and it’s the THREE HUNDRED follower special first of all i do not deserve you guys at all thank you for all the support you show me i hope you enjoy this as much as i did hehe MUAH

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afab reader x Pornstar! ID Leon

Warnings: Smut- just pure porn with a plot. PORNSTAR LUIS TOO HEHE.Slight (very) slight mentions of being obsessed/ watching reader, leon eats pussy (ofc he does) and fucks reader stupid.

Word count: 3,169

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knock knock

“What?”

Why did he sound so annoyed? Your fist stalled against the door as you paused your knocking.

“Um- Greg told me to introduce myself. Sorry if you’re busy.”

Just try and sound sweet, don’t be a pushover. You had barely just stepped onto the set, still in the clothes you wore to your psychology class. The room ran silent, your eyes reading over his name on his door continuously before it swung up, your hair moving from the gust of wind.

His arms were so toned, his hand gripping the handle of the door knob as he leaned against the door frame. Incredibly toned, his shirt off and his hair laying against his face so perfectly. His steely eyes scanned you up and down, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he saw you holding your Psych 200 book.

“Leon.”

He mumbled as he watched you scan over his arms. He was cocky; you could tell. Before you could even introduce yourself, the door slammed in your face, your hands gripping your bag as you sighed to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief.

———

“She shot with Sera like a month ago. The video is still up on the front page too.”

Leon’s makeup artist spoke as she rubbed the beauty blender against his forehead. Leon stared at himself in the mirror; he felt terrible for slamming the door in your face. He really did. He has been in the industry for too long, and he has never had anyone come and formally introduce themselves before filming, so seeing you stand there not being able to say a complete sentence to his face just irritated him. He was also just surprised you didn’t know him; he owned this whole set, his manager is the one who makes his booking, or he definitely wouldn’t have picked you of all people.

———

After shooting with Luis, the two of you became very close friends; when you got to your small studio room, you threw your bag and book down, dialing his number on your phone as you pulled your laptop out, sitting on the desk.

“Hello?”

Luis' voice rang through your ear as you sighed in frustration, instantly communicating that something was wrong.

“He slammed a door in my face when I tried to say hi to him, Luis.. why does he have such a big ego? Sure is heavy for a man I've never even seen before.”

Your fingers typed his name into the search bar, clicking on the first link to come up as you listened to Luis ramble about how this is just how it’s going to be and how lucky you were to get him as your first shoot, your mouth ran dry seeing the cover photo of one of Leon’s hundreds of videos, his cock barely pushing into some girl, his hair covering his face so perfectly and his lips parted so slightly.

“Mama, what did I tell you? Do not google.”

Luis scolded as he listened to you close the laptop.

“I don’t know, Luis, maybe I should just leave- I have to go; makeup’s here.”

Hanging up on him because of the slight knock on the door. It must have been noticeable that you were in your head, the pretty makeup artist wiping at your cheeks with a light bronzer to grab your attention.

“You don’t need much makeup, and you’re naturally very beautiful.”

She smiles softly as she reaches for the mascara. You smile back at her as she tilts your head around.

“That’s very sweet of you, thank you.”

You laugh as she turns your chair around, smiling as she pushes your hair from your face.

“Gorgeous, they want you in this. Whatever you wear under is completely up to you.”

The beautiful woman rambled as she pulled the light blue sundress from the bag, handing it to you. No matter what they said to you, you couldn’t get out of your own head.

————

The wall had a weird pattern. It wasn’t like standard white paint but was super grainy, you sat further back, watching as the director checked all of his cameras, fixing the lights, and reading over signed paperwork. They never handed you a script, though, which left you lost. Luis’ crew had a script. It was easy to remember, but maybe only Leon had one. Right when you think about him, he comes walking in from the main door, a smug smile on his face as he grabs hands to shake. If he weren’t in the industry he would make a wonderful bodyguard with broad shoulders, strong arms, and confidence. He wore a black long-sleeve shirt accompanied by a pair of dark denim jeans. It sucked; he was such an asshole, he was handsome. It suddenly made you feel so self-conscious, remembering the cover photo you had seen on your laptop. You specifically specialized in actual content, genuine emotions, and honest reactions, and the people love it. You started on your own, only fans, to be specific, and it makes you laugh out of embarrassment when it’s brought up. Your eyes follow Leon as he grabs a cup of water, leaning on the table as he talks to the makeup artist, who, for some reason, points over to you. Your eyes drop to your lap, your legs crossed as you play with the soft material of the dress. Your heart began to race as you saw his shoes directly in front of you. His presence was so heavy. Your gaze shifted up to him, his hand touching the arm of your chair.

“Sorry for slamming the door on you, I’ve had a long week, and I forgot I was shooting today.”

Hearing him talk in a complete sentence now was weird, his voice rough yet deep. You nodded your head as you shrugged.

“I can’t blame you; I would slam the door on me too.”

You smile, but it quickly drops once you notice what he said; how could he forget he has a shot? He just called you easily forgettable. Leon’s eyes trailed down to your thighs, smiling to himself as your leg bounced up and down. The two of you stood in your silence before Greg walked over towards you two, grabbing your shoulders.

“Leon, Y/N, Y/N, Leon. I know this piece of work doesn’t introduce himself for shit.”

He laughed, pointing towards the bed in the middle of the room; Leon’s eyes squinted at the minor insult before both of your eyes shifted to the bed. He had explained some shitty plan that had the two of you bored. He sighed before he looked at Leon, touching his arm.

“Just do whatever you want. Why do you pay me?”

His foot turned to walk away from you two as Leon still stared at the bed in the middle of the room. He turned back to you, putting his hand out, your eyebrow-raising in confusion up at him.

“Leon Kennedy.”

Your hand pulled from your lap, shaking at his, both of your grip on each other strong as you nodded your head.

“Just call me Y/N.”

You spoke sheepishly before he helped you up from the chair. Was he going to listen to what the director said? This was an extensive movie set, the bedroom, and then the small room apart from the bedroom that seemed to resemble a hallway.

“I know we stepped off on the wrong foot, but can you trust me? Just for the next hour?”

Leon leaned down to your ear as the two of you walked towards the hallway set. You nodded your head as the lighting changed to a darker yellow.

Leon’s head turned towards the camera as he put his hand up

“No cuts.”

He yelled out as he turned back to you.

—————-

Felt awful slamming the door on her pretty face.

Leon’s grip on the door handle grew tighter by the second as you rambled on about trying to introduce yourself. The room shook as he slammed the door, a strained groan leaving his lips as he looked down at his sweatpants. You had knocked at a horrible time, Leon’s laptop on display with your video with Luis flashing on his screen. He was obsessed with you. Obsessed with how your lips parted before you moaned or how easily sensitive you were. You didn’t need to introduce yourself. He already knew. So when he called his agent asking him to call your agent to see if you were booking, he was more than excited when they said you were open. He pumped himself for almost an hour, soft moans leaving his lips as his eyes squeezed shut, trying to think about how it would feel to have you squeezing around his cock.

———

“Action!”

Greg screamed, your eyelids heavy as you looked up at Leon. It was crazy how fast you could switch moods like that. Leon's hands were immediately all over you, pressing you into the wall by your waist as he hungrily peppered kisses against your jaw. And suddenly everything felt so much hotter? His hands dragged down your skin, and his lips burned into the soft skin of your neck, a whine leaving your lips as one of Leon’s hungry hands brought your leg to his waist.

“There you go, honey, relax for me..”

He mumbled into your skin as his hands lifted you into his arms. You were surprised at his strength as he held you with one hand, his other pushing the door open. He made you feel so small, throwing you down onto the plush mattress, your chest rising and falling as he softly nipped at your collarbones. You weren’t this nervous with Luis, your hands shaking as you pushed some hair from Leon’s face as he kissed the small space between your chest, his hands carefully rubbing up your thighs, his fingers resting against your stomach as he pushed himself down the bed. He needed more. The way you shook under him only encouraged him, his head nuzzling so perfectly between your thighs, smirking up at you as your eyes fluttered away from you, avoiding his stare. The pressure in his pants grew more intense, listening to the hiss pull through your teeth as he held onto the fabric of the sundress, licking over your pretty black panties.

“Damn..”

He grumbled as he lifted your hips, pulling the panties off you, bundling them up in his hand, and pushing them into his pocket as he moved the dress's material again. Scooting in closer to you, laying your knees over his shoulders as he looked up at you through heavy eyelids, his tongue laying a long strip over your folds. You couldn’t help but squirm in his grasp, his hands flying to your waist as you let out that shaky whine again that drove him fucking crazy. You tasted so unbelievably good on his tongue, his eyes rolling back as he hungrily lapped at your folds, pulling you closer like somebody was trying to take you from him. You were so dazed, your back arching as the cameraman squatted beside you and Leon, trying to get the perfect angle. You didn’t even care about his presence, caught up in crying out Leon's name as he repeatedly lapped at your clit, a loud whimper leaving your lips as you sat up, tugging at his hair. Leon could stay between your legs all day, but he needed more. He pulled away from your still dripping core, his face glistening with your slick as he took advantage of you sitting up, pulling the dress over your head. He couldn’t help but groan, finally seeing you bare beneath him, his hands pushing down against your chest, your back laying flat against the mattress yet again as you stared up at him, watching with sparkling eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head. He was sculpted so beautifully.. and it hit you, this is why he’s so popular, he’s a walking god.

“Been waiting on this part all fucking day..”

Leon’s lips parted as he yanked his jeans down, along with his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief as his cock pressed against his upper stomach, his hand reaching down to pump himself as he kicked his jeans off. And suddenly you felt like that girl on the cover of the video you saw, Leon’s hair sprawling perfectly against his face as he leans his body down, tearing your thighs open as his thumb lazily rubs small circles against your clit, smirking as you jolt forward. He continued to pump himself as he reached over, grabbing at the baby pink silk pillow at the edge of the bed before he shoved it under your hips. What a gentleman… you thought to yourself before your thighs were pressing together at the feeling of his cock pressing into you. He was so thick, your walls having a hard time adjusting to even just the tip of him. Leon’s lips pressed together as he let out a quiet “fuck..” His hands holding your legs open as he put more pressure on your clit, your core growing soaked again assisting him in sliding so perfectly into you. If he weren’t getting paid for this, he would’ve just came then and there, watching your pretty face scrunch up in painful pleasure, your legs kicking in his grasp slightly, and your painfully tight walls squeezing him.

“Fuck.. relax, baby, let me in.”

Leon whispered to you as you nodded your head, allowing your hips to rest against the pillow as he cooed down at you, leaning down against your much smaller form and forcing your legs over his broad shoulder. His thumb is still rubbing at your clit to ease the pain of him stretching you out. Leon’s jaw tightens as he pulls his hips back, letting out a shaky breath as he slams back into you, smiling as the small “Mmph!-“ Left your throat involuntarily. So fucking precious. Your soft thighs brushed against his chest as he fucked into you, his body weight lifting off you as he grabbed your ankles, staring down at where he pushed into you. Even the director looked surprised as Leon let out a long moan. It rumbled through his chest as he continued to fuck into you, your hands grabbing at the bed sheets. Leon mumbled a few words to himself before he grabbed at your body, flipping you on to your side as he threw the pillow to to other side of the room. He crawled behind you, lifting your leg before he pushed into you again, causing you to let out a loud whine, your head leaning back into his shoulder as his thrusts somehow became deeper- more meaningful. Leon reached over, pushing some hair from your face as he looked down at you.

“Come on, sweetheart, open your eyes for me.”

His lips touch the shell of your ear as he whispers to you. You were in bliss; he rubbed against your walls so perfectly it felt like your skin was on fire. Your eyes fluttered open, looking at the camera hazily. Leon shook his head, grabbing your jaw and turning your head towards him.

“Don’t look at them.. look at me… it’s just you and me right now, baby, just you and me.”

He groaned down to you as a loud cry of pleasure left your lips in response, your orgasm crashing through you. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer to him as his hips snapped into you faster.

“That's a good fucking girl- mm.. fuck keep squeezing around me like that, honey..”

Leon felt his hips stuttering as he looked down at you, fucked out in his arms. A shaky moan left his lips as his hips stopped, his cum spurting into you, causing loud cries to leave your lips. Leon laid out of breath before he pulled out of you, smirking as he tilted his head at the cameraman to bring him in closer as he spread your lips, his fingers spreading your folds as his cum dripped out of you, the biggest smirk on his face.

“Cut!”

Was all you heard as the bed dipped beside you, your body still trying to recover as you sat up, your hair messy and your mascara running down the side of your face as Leon laughed, looking over at you.

“You okay, sugar?”

He asked sweetly as he grabbed a water, opening it before handing it to you, pushing some hair from your face as you took a small sip.

“Yeah.. just was a lot.”

You nod as he watches you; he clears his throat, handing you the sundress from the ground as he stands, pulling his pants up.

“Listen. I know you don’t know me, but, are you busy tonight? Let me take you out for dinner.”

He wasn’t asking; it was more of him letting you know he was. Your arms go through the holes before you look at him, nodding your head.

———-

You were the current talk of the industry.

Everyone was so curious how you broke Leon, making him utterly different from any video he’s ever shot.

Your face scrunches as you look at yours and Leon’s page on the front cover of the site, that smirk on his face as he spreads apart your folds. Your knee is pressed to your chest as you scroll through the comments, flinching slightly as you feel pressure at the top of your head.

“Morning.”

Leon grumbles as he sips his coffee after kissing the top of your head. His eyes follow yours, seeing the “uploaded two months ago” in the corner as he whistled

“Gonna win awards for that one.”

He winks at you, your arm swinging at him before you shut the laptop on the table.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #luis sera smut #yourgentlegf #leon infinite darkness

[cranberryjuice-posts]

hiii want to say that i just met your blog and i obsessed with it!! i really love your writing. anddd i want to make a abby request, abby and reader are in college and abby is like super popular and when they start to date reader is called “abbys girl” all the time and get super flustered? i dont know if i express myself good, english is not my first language, sorry! hope u have a amazing day, xoxo <3

- Abby’s girl -

Pairings - modern au! Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

An - this is kinda bad I’m sorry 😭😭 I wasn’t really sure what plot to write but I still appreciate the request.

Everybody was cheering. With only a minute left on the clock the Seattle wolves vrs the Jackson mustangs— one of the oldest lasting rivals on and off the court, were pushing one another around trying to keep Abby from making her shot.

The blonde dodged around trying to avoid the other team. Making it to the 3 point line she threw the ball. Going through the hoop the clock blared at the same time, the referees announced the wolves win making the home side scream with excitement.

Abby shouted happily, making eye contact with you she grinned. Making your way out of the stands was easier said then done.

Eventually getting to the locker room you walked towards Abby’s spot. One of her teammates walked past you taking a moment to say hi. “Shit It’s Abby’s girl, hey she’s just over there the girls are cheering for her”

You felt your face turn red, “oh thanks” with a smile you watched as she walked away before going towards the shouting. Being the girlfriend of the basketball team captain tended to help boost your own reputation. Most of them didn’t know your name only addressing you as ‘Abby’s girl’.

Was it your preferred way of being addressed… well no. But it wasn’t the end of the world, all it did really was embarrass you.

Setting your purse down by Abby’s duffel bag on the bench you watched as the girls other girls crowded around her, chanting Abby’s name while they all celebrated their big win which would now take them to state. You were and always will be Abby’s biggest supporter, no matter what you would never miss any of her games.

She instantly noticed your presence, breaking free abby quickly made her way to you. Grabbing you by the waist she pulled you into a messy kiss. It was full of adrenaline and not coordinated. Pulling back Abby kept her face close to yours. A few of the other girls on the team chuckled at the display making you blush. “Hey” abby flirted against your lips.

“Hi” You giggled “You did amazing out there.. I mean really I genuinely believe Your Gonna win this thing”

“And im Gonna do even better tonight” she continued her cocky streak, pressing your hips against hers.

You rolled your eyes finding her attempts at seduction funny. “Uh huh, I’m gonna wait for you outside ok” kissing her one more time you gasped as she grabbed your ass. You rolled your eyes as you pulled back, giving her a warning look as Abby remained on her high.

—

You sat down on a bench near by the exit. Pulling out your phone you started to scroll on Instagram, trying to decided what to make a post about. That and finding a new restaurant near by to take Abby to, just to celebrate her big win before she actually tried to get you pregnant.

“So your Abby’s girl huh?” A woman spoke. Looking up you were taken back by seeing Ellie Williams the Jackson mustangs team captain.

Confused you nodded “uh yeah..”

She just scoffed. “How the hell did she manage to pull you” standing up you grabbed your purse, Ellie knew you had been offended by what she said.

“First of all she didn’t pull anyone, how we got into a relationship was because she’s a good person and secondly” you looked her up and down “why are you even over here, your bus is on the other side of campus”

“Damn, I was just asking” she laughed crossing her arms “but seriously though Abby? Her being a good person, that’s total bullshit she’s anything but good, besides I can do anything she does”

“Except win a Game”

You could tell Ellie was starting to loose her patience. Why was she over by you, to hell if you knew. There was a tense silence between you both, before she could speak the back door opened.

Abby stood tall and strong as always only her former grin was replaced with a look of disgust. Getting up you walked over to her, kissing her cheek. “Williams”

“Anderson”

Both girls staring at each-other with a Look of hate, You had heard Time and time again the rivalry between the two schools and between their families. “Why are You over here, and better question why are you talking to my girl”

“Fuck dude nobody’s trying to fight Dina just forgot her bag inside I offered to come get it.” Ellie looked at one once again before gesturing her head to Abby. “Your Girl seems like a real catch, guess you got lucky”

“Guess i did” her response was harsh. At this point you were fed up with the conversation and dealing with Ellie. Grabbing Abby’s hand you pulled her away.

——

Sitting on Abby’s bed you laughed softly at watching her go on a rant. “And don’t get me started on Joel the sheer fucking audacity of that man! He punched my dad because he couldn’t help Ellie. I repeat he punched MY DAD— why are you laughing”

“Nothing Nothing its Just.. your really cute when you get mad” Abby flipped you off making you laugh once again. After a moment she sat down on the bed beside you, taking a calming breath she leaned over kissing you softly, slowly, sensually.. pulling back she gently squeezed your hand.

“What did I do to deserve you” she muttered.

“Not much but working out and getting buff and being blonde helped, you know the important shit” you gave her a charismatic smile

“Your not Funny”

“I’m hilarious”

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[ilyluffy]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟕: 𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐚 。°。° 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: uramichi omota x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!uramichi, established relationship, morning sex, rough sex, vaginal sex, slight exhibitionism, mating press, dumbification, tummy bulge, creampie, uramichi carries the reader because he’s a strong mf

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k+

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. rolling over you come face to face with uramichi, who looks like he’s already regretted opening his eyes. you have to place a hand over your mouth in order to hold in your giggles.

uramichi seems less than amused, especially at your laughter. “is my pain funny to you?” he grumbles. “i really don’t want to go to work today”.

if you can recall correctly, uramichi never wants to go to work. however, now doesn’t seem to be the time to tease him so you try to sympathize. “i don’t want you to leave either. wish we could stay in bed all day together”.

your attempt to empathize backfires. the idea alone of being able to nap with you instead of heading to his job makes uramichi feel even more miserable. now he’s suddenly desperate to find an excuse to slip out on his responsibilities.

“what if i called in sick?”.

“but you said today's shoot was important”.

“i’m sure they wouldn’t miss me that much”.

“i think the kids would be sad if you didn’t show up”.

he opens his mouth to counter your argument but he comes up empty. at some point uramichi quits, sitting up in bed and hanging his head in sorrow. you sit up next to him and begin to rub his stiff shoulders. “listen, it’s not that i want you to leave but we can always spend time together when you get home”.

when this fails to cheer your boyfriend up you lean in closer to his ear. “or we could have some fun right now before you go. how’s that sound?” you suggest as you nibble on his lobe. well that certainly gets a reaction. all of a sudden uramichi raises his head and looks at you with hungry eyes.

“we’ll have to be quick so i’m not late,” he says, pushing you back down onto the mattress so he can hover over you. that’s completely fine with you. wordlessly you slip your pajama bottoms down your legs. wearing nothing but boxers, uramichi doesn’t have to take off much to allow his cock to spring free.

uramichi’s fingers first find their way to your clit, massaging it before he slips to fingers inside of you. you’re mewling underneath him as he prepares you for more, pumping his digits until you're wet enough for his liking. your cunt isn’t left alone for very long after he removes his fingers. uramichi’s quick to start sliding his girth between your folds in order to collect some of your slick.

“you’re so wet and i’ve barely done anything” he groans, ceasing his teasing to aim his fat tip at your welcoming hole. despite his size, uramichi somehow manages to slip in with ease. as your warmth engulfs him he finds himself groaning. “it is first thing in the morning. how rough do you want it?” he asks, cock twitching inside of you with anticipation as he awaits an answer.

“no need to treat me so delicately just because we just woke up” you reply, eyes already lidded as he stretches you out so deliciously. “fuck me as hard as you want. don’t care if we wake up the neighbors”.

you don’t have to tell him twice. normally uramichi would never want to disturb another person’s rest but you feel too good for him to care. pushing your legs against your chest, uramichi thrusts his hips at full force. there’s no stopping the loud moan that echoes from your lips as he pounds your tiny pussy.

a string of curses falls from uramichi mouth as his big hands keep your thighs in place. in no time the snapping of his hips makes your headboard bang against the wall. “shit- do you feel down deep i am?” he questions.

how can you not? his dick is leaving an imprint in your stomach. it was typical for uramichi to reach places you didn’t even know existed inside of you but today it was somehow deeper. there was no doubt he was taking out his frustration about having to get out of bed on you but honestly you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“gonna be thinking about this pussy all day. you gonna be thinking about my cock?” he demands, eyebrows knitted together as he tries to focus on making his thrusts slightly more precise. already going dumb, you nod your head.

“y-yes, fuck- gonna miss your cock so much. need you to come home fast so you can fuck me again” you whine as your legs tremble. you’re getting close and uramichi notices as you start to clamp down on him.

“i will, trust me. for now just cum nice and hard for me, yeah? you can be good and do that right?”.

again you’re nodding frantically back at him. that familiar feeling is starting to swell up in your tummy. before you know it your release hits you hard, making you cream around him. seeing your eyes roll back in your head and your jaw falling open as you leave a white ring around him is enough to make uramichi’s cock burst. next thing he knows he’s emptying his balls inside of you without giving a proper warning.

uramichi pants, uncharacteristically out of breath as he works you both through your eyes. normally it takes a lot for him to actually break a sweat but today he might have gone a little overboard. “you okay?” he seems genuinely concerned as he pulls out and lets go of your legs.

your limbs feel like jelly but a stupid smile spreads across your face anyway. “i’m fine but if you don’t mind, i might need you to carry me to the shower before you leave for work,” you giggle. “don’t think i’ll be able to make it on my own”.

“i’ve got time for that,” uramichi reassures, scooping you up like you weigh nothing. “promise i won’t go as hard on you when i get home tonight”.

“who said i wanted you to do that?” you hum as he takes you to the bathroom. “if anything you can be a little rougher. 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘”.

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#uramichi omota #uramichi oniisan #life lessons with uramichi oniisan #uramichi omota x reader #uramichi omota smut #uramichi oniisan x reader #uramichi oniisan smut #apollo writes ✎

[burstinn]

Bro..I love your blog already

Can you please do CoD (Ghost, soap, nikto, roach, könig, price, Gromsko(if you write for him) with male reader who has mouth like mileena from mortal combat 😵 you know..sharp ass teeth, Long slimy tongue and shit

Can be nsfw if you want👀

MALE READER WITH A MOUTH LIKE MILEENA

(Headcanons/ short story?)

People shown: Ghost, Soap, Nikto, Roach, König, Price,Gromsko. As per requested.

Warnings: body/face disfigurement?,small mention of experiment and torture, mentions of slight depression/ mental breakdowns.

Themes: fluff, slight angst, comfort, no nsfw for now ain't feelin the groove can be read with mutual or start of a romantic relationship. Just wanna be held and comforted fr fr 😞😞✋🤚

Note: I never wrote about Gromsko but I do know him. Had to do a research into him. So this is my interpretation of Gromsko hope I got him right.

Also these Headcanons ARE FUCKING LONG. so I hope you saved room for breakfast, lunch, dinner, appetizers, and dessert with complimentary drinks too.

Also this is kinda rushed? I didn't have time to proofread this. So like. Yeah..

You (M/N) had a very disfigured mouth a big slash across your lower face. Making it look like your lower face have been burnt in half. Showing sharp teeth protruding out accompanying it was your long sharp tounge. Your face adorned with scars and bruises you managed to collect through your time in the military. But when you had this type of injury..Where your mouth looks so horribly scarred you had to leave the military.

Due to how long you've been in the military. And how you've been tortured and experimented on making your face look like..this. You hated it. But you wanted to be back in the military for your own personal reasons.

Now since your back in the military you've kept your face hidden. You didn't want your new team to look at you in disgust and horror. They always used to be so scared. But it's a new team! You just have to keep your mask on and none would be the wiser.

GHOST

-Ever since Ghost saw you he always felt something was..off about you. It's not like you kept to yourself no you were sociable sometimes.

-But he kept his doubts about you to himself. You were a soldier. And just because he felt off doesn't mean he had to treat you differently

-He wasn't prodding or asking you about why you kept wearing you mask.

- You have your problems on why you wore your mask, He has his problems. It's like a little understanding why you kept your mask on 24/7.

- Then that one faithful day when you both were paired on a mission and you were caught by an enemy dragged to a building.

- Ghost was quick to follow you. He was nearby and saw you get dragged.

-He made his way silently and quickly through the building. Slipping in through a cracked window as he searched around cautiously.

-A bang could be heard, then a scream. Then silence.. That wasnt good. He swiftly ran over to where he heard the scream. And he found you..you weren't dead no. The enemy was. A big gnash on their neck as they slowly bled on the cold floor.

-And you were there. Coiled into a ball quietly sobbing, shaking your head. He glanced at the bleeding enemy one more time before he ran over to you immediately making his presence known as he gently grabbed your arms covering you face.

-When he pried your hands off and saw your face. He only sighed his eyes softening in small realization. Before he hugged you. As you continue to sob. He knew why you covered your face now... And he won't hate you for that.

SOAP

- He immediately took an interest towards you when he first saw you for the first couple weeks.

- He would stalk you for a bit. Realizing you never took your mask off..like Ghost.

- He didn't mind as well. Maybe you had a similar reason to Ghost. Although that didn't stop him to ask you to take off your mask.

- You took it well. Really just teasing him that you totally would show Soap your face.(you wouldn't, never)

- That only made Soap think that you would someday show your face.

- You both grew close. Always hanging out, making jokes, hell even sleeping in the same room.

- Although he would keep pestering you about your mask.

- You trusted him deeply and he trusted you.

- Then one day you pulled Soap in a closet.. Although he was a bit suspicious asking you slyly why you brought him here. Before you shut him up.

- It was serious.. you trusted him so so deeply.. maybe..he wouldn't judge you if you showed him..your face? And that's what you did. You explained why you called him here. Hus face bellowing with excitement. As you slowly took off your mask showing. Your face.

- You looked worriedly at him. Soap had gone silent. And he was just staring wide eyed...oh no..no..no.. that wasn't the reaction you wanted.

- You tried to explain..or try to convince Soap to not make you look like a freakish fool. But Soap just..ran out of the closet.. leaving you there dumbstruck..

- It was only later in the night. Specifically midnight. You couldn't forget how Soap looked at you it was heart wrenching. That was it. He thinks you look like a freak now.

- You hold your face in your hands. Sobbing about your friend.. that now thinks your disgusting.

- Then 3 knocks came at your door. You dawned your mask wiping away your tears before opening the door. Before you even react Soap pushes you in your room and closes the door.

- You don't respond. He whispers something to you then he removes your mask. Making you panic..Then he holds your face. Gentle and soft as he looks at you with a solemn smile.

- "M/N..." He whispers your name again as he rubs your lower face. Holding you in his arms as he whispers praises.. and apologies. For you.

NIKTO

- He wouldn't care about you

- He really didn't like or want any more new recruits. He found new people annoying. So when you first bumped into Nikto. He gave you a glare before he shoved past you.

- When he overheard people talking about how you never removed your mask. He got slightly curious so whenever you were nearby he would watch you. And they were right. You never took off your mask.

- One day he got frustrated with you. Do you think you're special for not taking off your mask?

You think you are cool? He seethed.

- Although he was a brute to you he was at least modest well.. modest to not pull your mask out of your face Infront of your teammates.

- Instead he cornered you somewhere private. Gruffly asking then commanding you to take off your mask.

- When you disagreed he ripped it off your face. And saw..your.. face. His eyes slightly widened.

- And when you started to panic trying to grab your mask while hiding it. Til' you eventually snatched it out of his hands when he was frozen with shock. You wore your mask and ran out.

- That's when Nik knew he fucked up. He knew he needed to apologize. So he went to search for you after he processed what happened now the guilt weighing down on him every minute he couldn't find you.

- When he finally found you probably hiding off somewhere, most likely avoiding Nik. He sat down next to you. Unsure how to start with his apology.

- When he finally blurted it out. Looking at you with obvious guilt in his eyes. But he knew sorry wasn't enough. So he took his mask off himself. Showing his own scars and bruises. Scooting himself closer to you still with that apologetic look.

- You talked for a while maybe about how you got your scar or not. About anything else.

ROACH

-Hes quiet around you. Once he first saw you he didn't really react much. It's just a new recruit nothing special.

- You never takes off your mask? Nothing special to him.

- He kept to himself you kept to yourself.

- he was just crawling around one day. Hiding up in small spaces and just idk stayed there.

- And when you bursted in closing the door behind you. He hid himself further in that corner he was in. He's not confronting you..nuh uh..

- He watched you stand there for a few minutes before you took of your mask. Showing off your lower face. Which made him go closer to see.

- Woah.. He watched you intently without your mask. Taking in every detail. He thought you looked cool. Didn't understand why you hid your face. Looked kinda sick tbh.

- That's when you felt someone watching you and you lock eyes with Roach. Your eyes widening hastily grabbing your mask and running off. Leaving Roach there with his thoughts. He must've understood enough you don't like being seen with your mask down.

- So the next few days. He watched you looking at you with a knowing look. While you looked back nervous and full of embarrassment?.

- And one of those days he was watching you. He walked up to you without saying anything and handed you a piece of ripped paper only reading

" You look cooler without your mask ".

KÖNIG

- He raised an eyebrow when he saw you. Almost already knowing you were the type of person who would keep him mask on.

- Not like he cares or anything

- He would though keep an eye on you. Just in case.. Not like he's interested in seeing your face or anything.

- From watching to discreetly following you around. Just to make sure okay? It's nothing else.

- When he was following you today. He watched from the side when a few other soldiers with the same rank as you walked in beside you. Poking and prodding on why you have to hude your face in a mask? Did you look sexy bad you had to hide it?

- When you ignored or scolded them. They quickly got annoyed with you and tried removing you mask. Even when you tried to shove and fight them off they would eventually take off your mask anyway.

- König knows he should stop he was about to when they finally managed to take off your mask. And they all backed away from you in disgust evidently on their face.

- If you got angry or sad they would just back away from you again. They don't care you looked disgusting. If you tried to grab your mask from someone they'd back away from you while screaming at you to get away from them.

- König didn't notice your face. Well not yet anyway. He made his presence known in a booming voice as he dismissed the people who just assaulted you. They're still holding your mask

- You try to hide your face but. That didn't work. Even when König saw you. He saw your face. His face softening when he saw you.

- He walks up to you. Going on his knees to take your hands off your face. As he looks up at you softly. Holding your hands in his.

- He shouldn't judge. He didn't really care. You are his soldier and you took his interest. He talked to you softly sprinkling in praises about your face while he tries to comfort you.

PRICE

- He knew about your face. It was already mentioned in your information when he read your file. He was the one who let you in 141 anyway. And he didn't mind

- He had seen lots of injuries all varying in scales. So he didn't really mind your face

- Wether you knew that Price knew about your face or not. He would be the first to call you everytime in his office to talk.

- Just discreetly talking about you. Maybe get you to open up to him. Which would then eventually lead to you opening up to the rest of the team.

- He wanted you to feel comfortable and feel part of the team. Always.

- He told you he knew about your face. Any reactions from you would just let him make you sit down as he tries to be your personal therapist. Assuring you that no one would judge you. If anyone did. He would make sure that they would be punished.

GROMSKO

- He would eye you at first before trying to impress you. Well trying to impress all the new recruits. Always showing off how good he is in what he does.

- When he noticed you never got rid off your mask. Not even talking to anyone why you take off your mask. He had a great idea.

- His first plan with you was to get you to take off your mask to him. Just so he could show off that he was the lucky guy to see your face.

- So he made himself get comfortable with you. Hanging around you, talking to you, trying to scope you out so he could get your trust and take your mask off around him. Maybe he could get a sweet picture so he could have proof.

- He would talk to you alot. Almost everyday actually, he would make himself hang around you. Maybe even begging to be in the same missions with you. Just so he could....why'd he hang out with you again??.. ahh he forgot!

- He just suddenly.. started wanting to be close friends with you. Forgetting his original reason.

-That was when he only remembered his initial reason why he was friends with you. When you pulled him somewhere private and you asking him if he wanted to see your face.

- He got excited. Even more when he remembers why you guys were friends. But a slight guilt stung him when he remembers why. His first intentions were.. really selfish. But now he was really fond of you.

- But he nodded and when you took of your mask seeing your mouth. Of course he got shocked and to your dismay backed away from you.

- He cleared his throat when he realized that wasn't really.. a good reaction really..

- So he moved closer to you. Admiring your sharp teeth and mouth.

- He even asked you to show your tounge. Just as impressive.

- He grew even more and more fond of you. You let him touch your lower face. He takes off his own as well. Showing his face. As he held your face.

- He whispered something polish about you looking so unique.. so special?...

- Then he didn't know why but. He just..I dont know.. pressed his lips on yours.. Not like it meant anything..or something.. (it totally meant something)

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Imma be an anon cause I'm bit scared . I fell in love with the way u write.

May I get a Headcanon with nanami if you're comfortable 🥺

A hurt /comfort where NANAMI raised his voice at reader which lead reader to distance him for a long period?

You can go anything with the plot . Thank you!

Hey honey, I'm not writing headcanons atm because I'm not comfortable with, but I decided to turn this into a full on fic instead - hope you like it, let me know! ♡

Nanami Kento raising his voice at you

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Word Count: 2,1k

Synopsis: He had no other choice but to scream at you in the middle of a fight, snapping at you like he never did before. It took both of you a few weeks to realize that you can't be with each other...

Warnings: Listen, I adore the gentleman Nanami fics (as you can see on my own blog lol) but it was so much fun to let this man snap as well, to let his temper show once, this is a classy hurt to comfort with some angst - enjoy!

„Don’t do it, (y/n). You’ll get yourself in serious danger. Stay behind me and let me handle this.”

You huff in sheer frustration, eyes piercing through the back of his perfect undercut. Why? Why isn’t Kento Nanami able to trust you? You are a grade 1 sorcerer just like he is, so skilful with handling your sword that even Gojo is impressed by your abilities. But despite all of that, he positioned himself in front of you instantly when that special grade curse appeared, blocking every minor attack that might come your way.

Oh, how much you love that man, how much you adore the way he cares about you deeply. It’s not a secret to anyone how you feel for each other, how your eyes light up when he enters the room, how his gaze instantly softens for only you.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle this myself.”

But this is too much. Damn, you’ve been a jujutsu sorcerer as long as he is, constantly training to get better and better. It’s not fair to lock you out of this fight when your-

“Stop contradicting me all the time!”

The sharp tone in his usual calm voice makes you flinch, body moving backwards automatically when he turns around. His eyes are cold, so cold that your blood seems to freeze in your veins. You’ve never seen him like this, especially not when it comes to you. That sweet and tender man with a face that doesn’t show any emotion most of the time now looks down at you with venom spitting from his orbs, arms so tight that his veins look like they’ll burst any minute.

“This is too big for you. Now do me a favour and stay.in.line.”

“But I’m-“

“ENOUGH!”

“Kento!”

“You are acting like a stupid child! Now do what I said!”

You are lost at words, eyes staring into his furious ones until he turns around and hunts after the blue-haired curse named Mahito again.

A wave of agony washes over you before you can stop it, body feeling numb. It’s ridiculous to be hurt about his words, surely he didn’t mean to raise his voice at you, but still…

You swallow hard. But still it fucking hurts. Since you’ve known him, Kento never snapped at you. Not once, not in a million lifetimes. He was always tender when expressing his opinion just like you are. Yes, there were never heated arguments, cruel words or loud voices from any of you. But he just broke that unsaid rule.

He really hit you where it hurts.

-back at jujutsu high-

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

Your fingers ruffle through the pink hair in front of you gently, eyes scanning over Yuji’s bruised body. What an impressive boy he is. How did he manage to break through this sphere, to almost end that curse? For a new jujutsu sorcerer, he is remarkably skilled - and a true sweetheart on top.

“I’m doing fine, don’t worry about me, (y/n)-san. How are you feeling? You seem so…I don’t know, different I guess. Are you alright?”

You force a small smile onto your shaky lips. Is it selfish that you can’t forget the way Kento barked at you, that he basically told you you are too weak for this fight? You wish you were better than that, strong enough to outstand your self-seeking feelings and visit him in the hospital wing.

But you simply can’t. Not right now. Not when his stinging voice is still so present in your mind.

“Don’t worry about me, okay?”

“Hey, how you’re doing, sweet cheeks? Nanami is asking for you, are you free?”

You swallow away the big lump forming in your throat, eyes not daring to look up at her.

“Actually, I still have to tell Gojo what happened. Thank him for his invitation, I have to keep going.”

You need to get out of here as fast as possible, away from the stinging gaze of Shoko who knows exactly something’s up, who eyes you up and down. As if in trance you storm out of the hospital wing, straight into the burning hot sunlight, heart pumping so hard against your ribcage that you feel like fainting any possible minute.

“ENOUGH!”

His voice still echoes through your head, makes you feel like a child again. Kento never looked at you this coldly, without any emotion in his usual so soft orbs. What on earth did you do to upset him like this? After all, you were on countless missions together before, defeated multiple grade 1 curses side by side. What was different this time? Was it Yuji, the bad weather? Why did he decide to scream at you like this?

“What are you doin’ here? I was already on my way to look after you in the hospital wing. Aren’t ya supposed to be by Nanami’s side?”

Your heart stops for a minute. Fuck, Gojo Satoru and his cheeky smile are definitely the last thing you need right now. If he only knew how much his words make your heart sting in agony, how much strength it costs you to act like nothing happened. You know how ridiculous it must be, avoiding the love of your life over some random words and a harsh tone.

But you can’t help it.

“I was on my way to report about the mission”, you explain briefly.

“Is there something you need to tell me? C’mon, you can’t even look at me (y/n).”

Your glossy eyes dart towards Gojo. God, how pathetic you feel. Why aren’t you able to just get over it and move on? Why are you making things so hard for both you and Kento, standing here on the brink of tears instead of being by his side?

“I can’t have it right now, Gojo. Just leave me alone.”

But despite the way your heart aches for him, you continue walking towards your dorm. That stone cold look on his face, the way he clenched his fists.

“This is too big for you.”

“You are acting like a stupid child.”

You shake your head violently. No, you aren’t able to simply forgive and forget what you saw that mission. This man wasn’t the Kento Nanami you know and love, not the man you thought he was. What if it was all a lie? What if this is what he really sees in you? A weakling, a dumb child.

Breathe in, breathe out, don’t lose your composure.

“I need some time for myself…”

-a few weeks later-

Kento hates it with every fiber of his being. Waking up in the morning, your face still present in his sleep-drunken mind until reality hits him. Since he lashed out, you didn’t talk more than a few necessary sentences with him. And even though you don’t seem to be cold and distant, everything just changed.

Oh, if he could turn back time, if he was able to take back all those things he said to you. He should have stopped when you flinched backwards, should have stopped when your eyes turned glossy. But he knew your life was in serious danger, that Mahito is no curse to be messed with. The decision between hurting your feelings or watching you die…

At least you’re safe. At least Mahito was too focused on finishing him to even involve you into his sphere. This should be everything he cares about, it’s only naturally that you are hurt. But still…What would he do to hold you again, what would he do for you to smile at him as brightly as you did back then. He misses you with his whole heart.

“You could just try talking to her, y’know? I bet (y/n) might understand”, Gojo tries to cheer him up, legs laying stretched out on the table between them.

“I don’t want to force myself onto her. After all, I deserve her anger and disappointment.”

And oh, it was written on your face. The way your trembling lips parted, how your eyes widened just the slightest when his words hit you like a train.

“C’mon, don’t be so hard on yourself-“

“I hurt her. And I will never forgive myself for doing that”, he interrupts the white-haired man determined.

“Well, could you forgive yourself if she got killed?”

Nanami lets out his breath, simply stares into the distance. Of course Gojo is right. Damn, he doesn’t regret his decision. But still…

It hurts.

“Sorry. Do you have a minute to…talk?”

His heart stops beating. There you stand, nervously picking on your nails while you look at him. God, he always looks so fine. Why on earth does he have to look so fine? No, you have to focus. After all, you are here to talk things out. These last weeks were nothing but torture for you, your heart bleeding waterfalls every time you saw him. Oh, you never knew you were able to crave someone else this badly.

But there you are, standing in the door like an idiot.

“You sure can! I’m doing…some other stuff I guess. See ya!”

Within the blink of an eye, Gojo is gone in the wind and leaves you alone with him.

“You don’t have to stand there. Please, sit down.”

That gentle tone you know you well, his inviting voice that makes your stomach drop from time to time. With wobbly legs, you cross the room to sit opposite to him on the still warm chair of Gojo.

What are you supposed to say? How are you supposed to act? Your mind goes blank, forgets every little piece of conversation you trained these last days. Fuck, why are you even here? Maybe you should just leave-

He grabs your hand.

Nanami Kento grabs your hand.

“Let me apologize for the things I said to you back then. It was in no way right to snap at you like that. But when I saw what Mahito is able to do, when I realized he is far better than all the other special grade courses I ever encountered…(y/n), it might sound selfish, but all I could think about was saving you.”

You stare at him in utter disbelief, heart beating out of your chest. Did he…did he really say that?

“You…wanted to save me…”

“You are a skilled jujutsu sorcerer, probably better than me. But if it wasn’t for Yuji, I would be dead by now. To think that you might die…I couldn’t take it, (y/n). You are everything to me.”

“Everything…”

“This might be the wrong moment, the worst timing for saying such things. But I love you, (y/n). I loved you with all my heart for ages, love you for everything you are. Even though you aren’t able to forgive me what I said, even though you don’t want to see me again…(y/n), I love you.”

The countless nights you kept yourself awake pondering about how he feels for you, the countless nights his words echoed through your heart. The countless nights you thought you interpreted his affection wrong, that he doesn’t feel the same.

Vanished into thin air.

Nothing but a fade whisper in the darkness.

“These last weeks you were all I could think about. I thought you might not feel the same, that you might not be the person I thought you were-“

He squeezes your hands firmly, the troubled ocean of his eyes getting lost in yours.

“I’m not able to put my feelings into words the way you deserve it, (y/n). But I know for sure that I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

You snap. All these nights without him, the grief you were put through, his gorgeous face close enough to touch while you couldn’t allow yourself to. With a swift motion you crawl over the table that divides the two of you, closing the distance of these past weeks with a kiss.

A kiss that contains all the anger, the disappointment and the affection you hold for him. That gorgeous man who swept you off your feet. That gorgeous man who showed a side you’ve never seen before, who risked his own life in order to save yours.

Nanami Kento.

“God, I love you (y/n). I love you so much”, he mutters against your lips, hands pressing you firmly against his warm body.

“I don’t want to let go again.”

He smiles against your mouth, eyes gleaming like the sun itself.

“Then don’t”.

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[temis-de-leon]

Replaced MC AU/AU - Part 3

Characters: demon brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, male! MC and crushing! male! NES (MC x NES)

How’s it gonna be , Intro – Part 0 , Part 1 , Part 2

Masterlist

CW: Solomon is mentioned, jealous and mean brothers, black cat x golden retriever behavior i think, one single kiss, a bit ambiguous at the end, not very angsty really, NES x MC centered

A/N: my favourite version of NES and MC by far, I enjoyed writing this a lot. However, my pc came out as homophobic and decided not to connect to any WiFi for this chapter, so I won't be able to update the links nor the masterlist until next week. Also, some people aren't properly tagged once again because I can't find their blogs for some reason?? So so sorry for that, but I don't know what to do about it.

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NES was… someone they didn't expect. Unknowingly infuriating, always distracted and too unbothered to care about any of his surroundings. He was a disaster that enjoyed living in disaster and, if they weren't threatened by his presence, Satan and Belphegor would love his insolence.

Barbatos remembered an occasion, one moment from the second week of NES's attendance at RAD, where Lucifer gave him an earful for his ‘impropriety and insulting attitude towards the uniform’. Mammon had been there too, shirt out of his pants and jacket nowhere near closed, backing his brother up.

NES’s pristine appearance lasted only two periods before MC saw him chocking under his tie and laughed at him in sympathy. After that, he'd only wear the uniform ‘the Lucifer way’ if MC was there to eventually mess up the outfit.

And how could the eldest brother object to that?

“They need to loosen up, Lucifer”

MC always had the last word.

Solomon found the situation hilarious. Witnessing the brothers competing against each other in search of MC's attention was one thing, but adding NES to the equation? Yes, Barbatos had to somewhat agree. It was funny.

Who had been cooking for hours in the kitchen if not NES trying to make a quick snack for his fellow human? And who was the first one to leave the House of Lamentation each morning, already waiting next to MC’s seat by the time everyone else arrived?

Mammon called him a simp. Asmo liked to call them both the kettle and the pot.

And while, yes, Lucifer was the one and only Avatar of Pride, none of the brothers were able to admit just how big of a deal NES was becoming.

When would it be too late?

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The Demon Prince's birthday arrived and the mandatory celebration was as grandiose as one could expect. Everything was bright and full of laughter, the streets cramped with food stalls, demons and witches alike throwing mesmerizing magic tricks for the children, acrobats, costumes, music…

At one point MC considered handcuffing himself to NES. Even Luke was easier to manage!

Fortunately, Beel ended up finding him playing darts with a succubus and her partners. Unfortunately, MC seemed to be the only one who wanted to check if he was okay.

It was becoming… draining.

Not NES, of course. Sure, he was a handful, but none of his mistakes were intentional. Everything he did came from naiveness and ignorance, being new to the Devildom, and what he lacked in common sense he made up in enthusiasm.

At least he didn't steal his valuables and he’d never threatened to kill him or eat his heart, something MC still thought about frequently. The worst thing NES ever did to him was throw them both to the ground when he tried to slide on the floor at full speed. And he still apologized for that from time to time.

Did the brothers ever apologize for all the things they did or said? The way they used to look at him? He couldn't remember.

Now they were doing the exact same thing to NES. Treating him like an unwanted guest instead of the roommate they insisted on having, turning down every single one of his ideas, including the good ones, and very passively threatening him in a condescending tone, as if they could impress MC with that.

Maybe it was a demon thing? Or rather regular jealousy brought to a dangerous level?

Whatever the reason, MC didn't waste any time sitting them in the living room and chewing the hell out of them, something that enraged Lucifer and put a strain in their relationship, still making it difficult to make small talk, but of course none of them would back down. The rest of the brothers weren't so obvious showing their annoyance, but it was still there.

The good thing was that, as long as MC was there, NES wouldn't be the receiving end of any bullshit. The bad thing was that MC didn't know what was going on behind his back. And NES, bless his soul, was never willing to tell him if any of them made him uncomfortable.

It was draining and NES gave him a sense of peace, but the brothers missed him and they wanted to monopolize his time, but MC wanted to spend time with his new friend and that made the brothers angry and jealous, which made MC anxious, which made NES worry.

Every factor made the situation worse. The brothers were too much, NES was too good for the Devildom and MC was too done with everything.

However, the time passed surprisingly fast as they sang Happy Birthday to Diavolo, eating in the midst of it all, dancing with each other and talking like they used to do before the ridiculous ordeal, albeit with a subtle tension that limited their topics of conversation.

They even ignored NES! Which was better than any other option!

So, once the voices toned down and the guests divided themselves into small groups, MC forced himself to whisk Diavolo away for a moment and have a serious talk, Barbatos following close and listening with a curious glance.

That proved to be nothing but a waste of time.

“It's too soon to take conclusions, MC. I'm sure the brothers just need time. After all, remember your first year here!”

He did remember. That's why he was so worried.

And why did Diavolo talk to him like that? He was 100% sure Lucifer insulted NES to no end anytime he had more than one horn of Demonus. What did they call NES in the privacy of their office? What did they think while they talked to him and faked respect? What were they plotting when they looked MC in the eyes and promised him they wouldn't threaten NES anymore?

Too many lies.

“Alo?”

But then… NES smiled so easily… Like none of that bothered him. Luckily, MC didn't mind caring in his behalf. He wondered if being able to save someone from the fate he had last year was the root of all his actions.

“You look so worried, you're gonna get all wrinkly! Not like you'd look bad, but if you're going to have wrinkles, won't you rather have them in your eyes? Like, from smiling too much, you know?”

He did smile then, imitating NES’s caring expression.

“There you are, handsome! You're gonna be the envy of all in 90 years!”

“Do you really think I'm going to live that much?”

“God, I hope so”

They laughed softly, but it still sounded too loud. MC looked out for the brothers, checking their positions in the ballroom before grabbing NES’s hand and dragging him to one of the balconies. He preferred not having the moment tarnished.

“Good idea! Too hot in there…"

“Don't lie to me”

“Wha…?”

MC stared at him quite sternly, although trying not to look to much like Lucifer, but he needed an answer.

“Do they still bother you? Do they threaten you? Do they ignore you? What do they do?”

“Whoa, whoa, MC. Here comes the frown again…”

He raised his hands, caressing MC’s frown until it softened. His touch was warm and soft and it made MC lean towards him, not wanting it to end. When he opened his eyes again, unknowingly closing them before, NES stayed in that position.

There was silence for a few seconds, interrupted only by the violins, the harps, the pianos and other instruments serenading them under the moonlight. NES could only stare at MC’s lips for a fragment of a second before someone grabbed the scruff of their necks with poorly hidden aggressiveness and brought them back to the ballroom.

MC raised his gaze in fury, bending down to help NES get up again. He expected to see red eyes and black feathers, but, to his surprise, what stared back at him were purple eyes and a long bovine tail.

He wanted to scream at him, to ask what the actual fuck was wrong with him. Would he had acted the same if it was one of his brothers instead of NES? Would he had such hate in his eyes?

But people were staring, very obviously amused at the sight of two humans being put back in place.

MC would have to wait.

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“NES! What happened?!”

MC watched as the boy waved at him, hanging upside down where Mammon usually spent countless hours. His arms were tied behind his back and the rope covered his body in a way that surely left no room for the blood to circulate properly. His head already looked dangerously red and MC knew he couldn't leave him there for too long unless he wanted him to have permanent damage.

“I think I failed my last test, but I don't really remember”

“What do you mean you don't remember?”

“Well, I'm very dizzy right now, but I'm sure it's okay. Lucifer will get me out of here soon enough”

Or he won't.

MC sighed, cursing in silence before studying the thick ropes and the tight knots. He knew he wouldn't be able to untie him by hand and he wouldn't be surprised if the kitchen suddenly lacked knives, no doubt the result of Lucifer's pettiness and sadism.

“Wait for me here, okay? I have to get something to cut the ropes…”

“Wait, wait! MC!”

He turned around, patiently staring at his loopy smile and cloudy eyes. He couldn't wait for too long, but maybe he could indulge a couple of minutes.

“What?”

NES briefly looked away, his embarrassment gaining MC’s attention. Now that was a rare sight.

“Have you seen Spiderman?”

His heart stopped for a second and he felt his cheeks getting hot. His hand, previously grasping his hip, fell to his side and made him lose balance.

“You can say no, of course. We can forget about this and I won't get offended. A little sad maybe, but I can manage. I like you too much to stop liking you for a kiss. Does that sound weird? You get me, right?”

His rambling gave MC the opportunity to go down a couple of steps in the staircase and align his face in front of NES’s. The position was weird and staring at his chin was an experience he didn't know he would get the chance to live, but he didn't care.

It wasn't until he finally kissed him mid-sentence that he noticed a figure peeking around the corner, eyes staring without blinking and jealousy ready to made itself known.

Accepting the challenge, MC closed his eyes and grasped NES’s hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

Dinner that night would be fucking awkward.

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[lovely-keii]

being their sibling

characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, suna rintarou

a/n: i write a fic every time i rewatch hq LOL sorry ik i said im abandoning this blog buuuut…happy bday to this blog!! (repost from 1/5 because tags broke :(( )

part 1

TSUKISHIMA KEI

looks out for you, but he can’t help that hes so emotionally constipated :’( he tries to give you advice because he genuinely is concerned for you but just is unable to word anything properly. see: “you need to stop talking to that person, you’re being a pushover,” but he just wants you to realize you’re letting people walk all over you.

god forbid he has to comfort you because hes the wrong brother for that - you’re definitely in better hands with akiteru. he might walk in on you crying and contemplate if he’ll even say anything or just ignore it flat out, or he’ll say something like “don’t cry, you look stupid.” if you cry more, he’ll end up swallowing his pride and sitting next to you. he’ll groan and reluctantly, “fine, spill it.”

other than that, he’s going to be a sneaky little prick. definitely the type to take revenge on you if you annoy him. you eat the last piece of chocolate he was saving and suddenly you find your charger hidden deep under your bed. also loves to take things without your permission. “why? i’m just using it, it’s not like you need it now.”

if someone picks a fight with you, he’ll be quick to extract you from the situation before saying something ruder and harsher than usual to the person. and if you tell him you like someone from his team, he’s going to look at you like you’re crazy. “are you insane?!” he’s honestly more bewildered than upset. doesn’t let you anywhere near the gym. he can make an exception for yamaguchi though. “at least it’s not hinata…or worse, kageyama.”

OIKAWA TOORU

your life is never boring with this guy as your brother. you’re literally being dragged everywhere, practices, shopping, team events… you’re like “i’m not even part of the team.” he goes “we can fix that!” and the next day you find out that you’re the manager for the boys’ volleyball team. huh, wonder how that happened.

oh my god, he MILKS you being his manager. “hold my drink, my fans are calling.” “y/n get my towel please.” you’re absolutely seething at the power trip that this guy is on. eventually, you start doing all that for his other team members and not for him, and he gets so whiney. “y/n you’ll get big ugly iwaizumi a towel but not your own sweet brother?!” that earns him a spike to the head from iwaizumi.

he tells you all the gossip about the school, because believe me, he knows A LOT of things. he’ll do his skin care while he forces you to listen to his gossip, cue him getting mad if you try to leave. everyone realizes why you two are siblings when you two walk down the halls and pull the exact same faces at the people he’s told you about in his gossip.

he makes you his little scapegoat for his fangirls. “oh, you want my number? you’ll have to ask y/n for that, they keep my phone with them during practice!” (you dont) “now, why don’t you girls hand all these gifts to my lovely sibling for me?” (you almost immediately chuck them at his face when you see him) but you know the best way to get back at him? when he sees you even slightly conversing with ushijima or kageyama, all hell breaks loose.

SUNA RINTAROU

the devil if the devil was your brother. he takes the ugliest pictures of you, when you’re asleep, when you’re yelling, when you’re crying over a movie. he also loves to send you pictures of animals and send a “look at you in this picture, so cute”. he also takes your things without asking and never returns it, you’ll just find it in his bag one day.

he also is one to order you around, and it drives you mad. “pass me the remote, y/n.” “but it’s nearer to you.” “i’ll tell mom that you-” // “y/n get me a drink from the vending machine.” “why would i do that” “remember when you snuck out and i-” // “get my bag too when you get yours.” “no.” “what i post that one picture of you when you’re about to sneeze-”

but he’s always looking out for you. when creeps try to approach you, he’s quick to react by shooting them a nasty glare. he’s a silent kind of care. standing behind you on elevators, walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, staying up late til you come home and just telling you he just couldnt sleep. little do you know, it’s something he’s always done even as a kid. putting more food on your lunch box, holding the corner of tables when you pick something up so you don’t hit your head, returning your things that are sprawled around the house to your room so you don’t lose them.

and if he ever finds you crying over some guy, he sighs and sits down next to you. “why’re you crying over an idiot?” he then makes snappy insults at the expense of the guy, making you laugh. “see? you look better like that. now stop crying and let me get some sleep.” he closes the light and shuts the door on his way out.

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