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Could we take 17 and 18 at once? I also just wanna hold them. Plus new writing!!! Nice I loved your cooper stuff so I'm so down for this

~cutie pie annon

cutie pie, you read my mind <3

juno ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧��

one of him is cute, but two though?

•°. *࿐ to mickey 17's dismay, meeting mickey 18 only gives you naughty ideas... ❤️‍🔥

mickey 17 & mickey 18 x marshall's daughter fem!reader

WARNINGS: threesome, double penetration, oral sex (fem!receiving, masc!receiving), praise, degradation, finger sucking, body worship, switch reader, sub mickey 17, dom mickey 18, unprotected sex, NOT PROOFREAD!

a/n: i literally came home from the cinema, saw this request and planned out this fic. both mickeys were just so sexy, i needed to write this! also there's a lot of exposition i'm sorry i love world building and got carried awayyyy

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“You should be excited, Y/N!” Ylfa told you in her usual shrill tone, as you finally got away from the swarm of your father’s self implemented cameras, there to make sure they got the shots of you, your stepmother, and your father walking into the ship before its four year long expedition to Niflheim. Niflheim. If you’d had a dollar for every time your father had said the word Niflheim in the last year, you’d probably be able to match the donations he’d had from suspicious sources to fund his space expeditioning.

Truth be told, from a very young age you always knew your father was fanatical. There was always something about him, something that made people gravitate towards him like a moth to an open flame. He was good at selling people dreams too. That was how everything with his marriage to your mother had been such a disaster. He was ten years her senior and convinced her to leave her entire old life behind to live with him in his Washington penthouse - all expenses paid. Of course that fantasy soon derailed into a divorce where his lawyers were far better than hers were, and soon you were in his full time custody and after the age of three, you never saw your biological mother again. It wasn’t long after before he met Ylfa, your stepmother. Together they were the all American dream, a white picket fence and a darling daughter to match. She was well trained in social etiquette and could hold dinner parties for the housewives of her husband’s political associates, and sweet talk them into handing their money over.

You saw right through all of it, you saw through their facade of pearly white smiles, of the handshakes with men in high places, of them galavanting around New York City like a playground. How could you not? You were there when it was late at night and no cameras were around, and they were shouting at each other, the argument no longer about reason, and now much more focused on vocal cord endurance, a battle of wills to keep screaming louder for longer.

Of course your father’s crushing political defeats at the hands of his, though you would never say it to his face, more reasonable counterparts, did nothing to cease the thick tension in the house. He would pace up and down the house like a madman. He had legions of devoted followers. He sold out rallies of people, young and old, from all walks of life, who would cling onto his every word like he was the Messiah. Many a time you had been at his rallies and one of his obsessive fans would recognise you, clasp your hand and tell you how much of an amazing man your father was, that he was a saviour to modern America.

It was when he met some associates that were involved in NASA, that he got the obsession in his head about Niflheim. Ylfa played her part in selling him the fantasy, she was just looking for a way out to keep him from pacing up and down the halls into the early hours, raving to himself. Everything about it was ridiculous. Day by day you felt more and more like your father was turning into Big Brother from 1984, an ever-powerful, ever-watching eye.

While you never expected for it to actually happen, the millions kept rolling in, and the science kept developing. Money was no object to your father anymore, he invested tens of millions into the best scientists in the world to live upon the ship, and help develop Niflheim. He hired the best engineers to build the ship, he wanted no detail left out, of course all the quarters for your family were extremely lavish, gaudy in your stepmother’s taste in decor, she rarely stopped harping on about Persian rugs, and Moroccan tiles.

Then, within the year, against all the odds, and all your prayers, he had done it.

Kenneth Marshall had built a legion of ships that would take a four and a half year long expedition from Earth to Niflheim. And his followers flocked to it. The embassy that was haphazardly set up in Washington had people pouring out the doors, a sea of red hats and people waving papers begging for a chance to join his civilisation. Most of the entrants accepted were accepted on the merit of money.

The biggest investors to the vision were granted first class seats and promises of seats at his table, their own personal playground. Whether he would ever actually follow through on those promises remained to be seen. The rest of it was based on ability. He needed the best scientists, he needed the best agents, he needed the best engineers. And he needed expendables, most of all.

When you first heard the concept explained to you at a company dinner, you felt like throwing up. They had developed technology that had given your father the ability to reprint bodies. People who were essentially nothing but skin, and bones, and a conscious to be human guinea pigs, to die as many times as they required so they could develop the technology so you could sit on cushions and eat off silver spoons. It made you feel sick.

You nodded your head politely at your stepmother’s words, swallowing a lump in your throat. If you were completely honest with her, you would’ve admitted that the concept of being in such close proximity with the two of them for four years made you feel like screaming. You hoped this ship was as expansive as your father promised it was in the advertising, or else you’d go mad. “A joyous day, indeed!” Your father exclaimed, one hand of his resting on your back, the other on your stepmothers, as he kissed her on the mouth. “Go, Y/N!” He said, using his usual voice that he does in speeches, gesturing to the open space of the ship. “Explore!” He added. He didn’t need to tell you twice. You nodded your head, heading out to the maze of muted greens, grays, and blues. The workers all nodded politely to you as you passed, all in fear of upsetting you.

They knew that getting on the bad side of you one day, one word to your father and they would be punished - or worse. You walked along halls and halls, not keeping track of time or where you were walking, just moving. You only paused to stop when you heard two agents having a conversation over a game of cards. “Did you hear about him?” The first one asked, a guy with a black buzzcut. The second one, a woman with long brown hair looked up from her cards, her eyebrows furrowed.

“About who?” She asked, seeming confused. “The expendable,” He replied to her. Your eyebrows shot up, and you stopped dead in your tracks. Someone actually agreed to become an expendable? You’d only had a glance through the thick stack of papers that were the terms and conditions of the job. Sure, it was a one way ticket onto the ship, but dying for a living didn’t sound worth it.

“Some moron actually signed up for that?” She asked him, placing a card down. The guy nodded his head. “Yeah, some guy called Mickey,” He told her. “He must be masochistic then,” She replied, rolling her eyes. You couldn’t help but agree, but something about the mention of this Mickey intrigued you. What would someone who would actually agree to be an expendable be like?

You continued walking down the halls, but with much more purpose this time. You searched the halls until you found a laboratory - which you assumed if anywhere, that’s where you’d find this human reprinting machine. You slowly cracked open the door, and as far as you could see, it was empty. Careful to not make too much noise, you entered the lab, glancing around at all the equipment. It fascinated you, as much as the idea of this Mickey guy does.

“Hello?” Turning around, your eyes met with a tall, lanky guy with bright blue eyes, wearing a dark green jumpsuit. You jumped back a little, not expecting anyone to be here. “Sorry,” You apologise softly, composing yourself quickly, trying to remember the etiquette and manners that your stepmother taught you. “I didn’t think anyone was here,” You added. He chuckled softly at your surprise, seeming a little subdued.

“It’s alright,” He says, waving his hand dismissively. He seems a little subdued behind the eyes, as though he’s not fully there. “I’m Mickey,” He says softly, realising he should introduce himself. “And you are?” He asked plainly. “Y/N,” You tell him, and his eyebrows raise in surprise. “Marshall’s daughter?” He asks you, and you nod, feeling a bit embarrassed. “No shit!” He said, letting out a low whistle.

“No shit,” He repeated, patting his foot against the metal floor of the ship. You nodded, both of you hanging in awkward silence for a moment, before you spoke once more. “I heard you’re the expendable here,” You said, and he nodded. “Yep,” He said, popping the p of the word. “The scum of the ship,”

“Don’t call yourself that,” You said with a polite scold. At that, his head shot up, his eyebrows furrowed. “You sure you’re Marshall’s daughter? Not calling me the scum of this ship?” He says. You laugh, rolling your eyes. “I’m not my father, and I don’t think you’re scum,” You tell him. “I think you’re brave, in fact. Braver than my father,” You add. He whistles again at that, clearing enjoying the boost to his ego.

“Do ya, now?” He asks, seeming to gain confidence, standing taller, his hand on his hip. “Well, fancy that. The ship’s princess thinks I’m brave,” He smirks. “Don’t call me that,” You chuckle, slightly bashful at hearing him call you princess. “You’re the one actually going out there and well… dying. My father hired you to do it for him,” You laugh, and Mickey nods. “Well, princess, I promise every time I die, my last thoughts will be only of you,” He promises with a hum, his hand swooping from behind his back to lift your own hand, and bringing it to his lips, kissing softly. Who knew he had such romance in him? You blushed softly at his praise, before hearing the sounds of people approaching. “I’ll see you later,” You promised him, before heading out of the lab, and down the hall.

Later that night at dinner, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt. You’d passed the cafeteria before heading to dinner and saw the slop and scraps of plain calories and nutrients they were served up. Your father served them lies about needing to ration calories where a feast of meat, fish, potatoes stuff that would soon go bad since this was only the first night was laid out. As you ate, and your father encouraged you eat more and more portions, a plan formed in your mind.

You slowly began to move food from your plate, onto a plate that you placed on the spare chair next to yours. Your father and Ylfa were too busy absorbed with each other for them to notice the secret hiding of the food. You tried to pile a bit of everything onto the plate, and you knew exactly who you were giving this plate of food too. After dinner, you excused yourself to retire to bed, hiding your plate under a cloth napkin. Quickly, you headed down into the halls, looking for where the bedrooms were. By the grace of God, you saw Mickey out in the hall. “Mickey!” You hiss whispered to him, as his eyes shot up. “Y/N?” He hiss whispered back, confused. “I’ve got something for you,” You told him, holding up the napkin. Mickey quickly followed before anyone else saw, opening up his bedroom pod and closing it behind both of you. Your eyes widened as you took in the room, it was tiny compared to the quarters you had on the ships, at least Mickey had a double bed. “What is it, Y/N?” He asked you confused. “I brought you some proper food,” You told him, lifting up the cloth napkin so he could see the piled up plate. Instantly his eyes widened like a kid in a candy store. You couldn’t even give him the fork you’d taken as well before he grabbed the plate, and started using his fingers to shovel food into his mouth. Instantly, you could tell that he hated the food that he’d had in the cafeteria, and probably hadn’t eaten properly even when he was on Earth. “Thank you, Jesus fuck!” He gasped out, between mouthfuls of food, his eyes closed in bliss. He couldn’t have been more thankful for you in that moment, his eyes as they opened again were full of love and bliss. Once he polished off his plate, he looked up at you with wide eyes.

��You, Y/N Marshall, are a fucking God send,”

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And from then on, it was history. You and Mickey, secret from everyone else, were together. Hidden from the eyes of the scientists that did all kinds of disgusting experiments to his body, hidden from the eyes of your stepmother and father who would have probably died from shame knowing that you were in love with an expendable. It was a tricky business to keep hidden, you were just glad they never reviewed Mickey’s memory files. You had the business down to a science. Smuggle him food after your dinner by leaving it in the cafeteria in a space only he knew to look, and go down to his bedroom and see him after last rounds of the agents patrolling the ship, but always wake up after seven hours to be out of his room and back in yours before the first round resumed. The last four years you and Mickey had been together through thick and thin, through all of your family’s insanity, through what he’d been put through, and that included all versions of him. Handling seventeen different versions of the same man that you’d been in love with was a struggle at best. You knew deep down at the end of the day that they all were the same person - it was the same flesh and blood, the same DNA, the same memories, he never forgot any interaction that you had between yourselves, but there was always something slightly different, a new quirk that you had to learn. Certain versions of Mickey preferred foods that other versions of him would avoid, some were clingier, some were more aloof, his love languages would shift between versions of himself, how he spoke. The scientists were aware of this as well as you were - but there was one thing that they couldn’t have known. His sex drive also changed depending on the version. While you weren’t sure if you were going mad, you swore his sex drive was higher when he was on an even number. Even numbers were the cocky ones, the ones who would kiss your neck and rub your waist as a thank you for bringing him real food, before slipping his fingers underneath your dress and finger you until your toes curled, and he had to clasp his hand over your mouth so no-one in the ship would hear your cries of ecstasy. Odd numbers of Mickey tended to be more submissive - not just in bed, but in nature. They were usually the more introverted types, the ones who needed a little more coaxing to let themselves be known. The ones who writhed beneath you when you gave them a blowjob, begging you to slow down and ease up because he was really sensitive, and didn’t wanna cum too quickly and ruin your fun. Always considerate, no matter the version. Though, Mickey 17 was definitely the most amplified version of this. He would sit at the door like a cat waiting for its owner to come home, and the second you slipped through his door at night, his arms would cling tightly to your waist, and his head would find its way to your chest like a magnet and refuse to move. You practically had to pry yourself out of his arms when you had to leave his room in the morning, ignoring his whines for you to stay longer as you hissed reminders of the fact that you had played this game for four years, and weren’t exactly looking to get busted now! Mickey had just been sent out on his next mission - a mission to go explore in the snow. Sometimes, you swore they were just trying to kill him for fun, just throw him into situations and see if he survived or not. He’d been gone for the last day, and you weren’t sure if he was still alive, or if the new version of himself was due for printing. This time was always the worst in the ship, when you didn’t have him to hold, and had nothing to entertain yourself.

You were sitting in the main hall of the ship, reading your book when you heard the doors to the ship opened. Your eyes zeroed in as you saw it was Mickey, but there seemed something… different about him. New reprinting, you realised. He seemed to have a naughty gleam in his eyes, and he gestured with his finger before disappearing down the hallway again towards the dorms. You waited for a minute or so, before following behind him.

He’d already gone inside his bedroom, but he’d left the door ever so slightly ajar. You quickly slipped inside, and before you could close the door yourself, Mickey’s hand closed the door, and his other hand slipped to the small of your back, before pulling you in for an intense kiss. “Jesus!” You gasped out, your eyes closing as you looked up at him. Definitely an even reprint, you knew that for sure. “God, I missed you, honey,” Mickey smirked, his hands toying with the straps of your red dress. “Pretty little number you got on,” He whispered, his voice low with an almost growl like quality to it. That was new. “But I want it off,” He smirked. Still a gentleman, he unzipped your dress at the back before it fell in a pool at your feet. He picked you up and pulled you into an intense kiss again, his tongue exploring your mouth as his skilled hands grabbed and groped at your body. All that memory had taught each version of Mickey exactly how to touch you. How to hold you, what you liked when being caressed, and kissed, and licked. Mickey placed you down on the bed, and instantly got on top of you. He leaned down on his forearms which were placed either side of your shoulders, caging you in underneath him. And you loved it, you fucking loved this sudden dominance. He leaned down and kept kissing you, as he reached for your panties, tearing them open without apology, the cotton ripping in his hands. “Sorry, baby,” He apologised, though his tone didn’t sound like he meant it. He leant down and peppered kisses across your stomach as a form of apology that you were more than happy to accept. He kissed along your tummy, his fingers massaging your hips, instantly relaxing you, and instantly turning you on. “I’m gonna eat this fucking pussy, alright, princess?” He whispered up to you. You felt your eyes rolling back, thank God his memory remembered how much you liked that nickname. “Fuck yes, Mickey…” You whispered, glancing down at him, the sight of his head between your legs already making you want to moan. “Please, baby,” You begged, though you knew you didn’t really have to. If there was anything that Mickey loved to do, it was eating your pussy. You ran your fingers through his hair, holding it tightly as you felt Mickey’s lips pressing kisses to your clit before sucking harsher than he usually would, making you gasp out in surprise.

“Mickey!” You gasped out, your eyes screwed shut as your feet instantly went up in the air, before resting on his back, your hands tightly gripping his hair. “That’s right baby, that’s right…” Mickey cooed, his tongue lapping against your clit. You felt so lost in the bliss, this was some of the best oral that Mickey had given you in months. You’d have to make an excuse to keep this version around for longer. Your eyes were closed the whole time, and you were lost in the feeling of ecstasy, before you heard your name called out by… Mickey? “Y/N!” He cried out, and your eyes darted open. There, in front of you, Mickey was stood. But, still between your legs, with your feet on his back was… Mickey. “What the fuck!?” You gasped out, backing away from the Mickey on the bed, your eyes widened. Mickey on the bed growled, looking back at the one standing, rolling his eyes. “I thought I locked your dumbass in the store cupboard!” He growled. Looking between the two of them, you recognised the one looking meek and stood up was Mickey 17. “Y-You’re… you got reprinted? But… but you were still alive?” You asked, pointing between the two of them. Both Mickeys nodded their heads, 17 looking more panicked, 18 looking more annoyed. “Yep,” They both say in unison.

You had a million and one thoughts racing around in your mind, you knew exactly what your father would do if he found out about this. There were strict rules around multiples, especially with an expendable, and this risked both of them dying and you never getting either of them back again. But the sight of two of them in front of you also made your pussy, which had already been close to cumming, throb. “Come here,” You said to 17, gesturing him towards the bed with a finger. “Now,” You tell him, and he obeys. He always obeyed what you told him. “Now that’s the attitude I like,” 18 smirked, as 17 crawled onto the bed, reaching up to you as you put your hand on his cheek and kissed him softly, as he sucked on your lower lip. “Please, carry on, Mickey,” You groaned, gently trying to push 18’s head back down, and he was about to oblige you, before 17 whined.

“What is it?” 18 asked him with a firm groan. 17 looked a little bashful, before speaking. “I… I want to eat her pussy,” 17 pleaded softly, with eyes that neither you or 18 could refuse. 18 rolled his eyes, before moving his position on the bed so he could sit behind you, pulling you onto his lap and spreading your legs so 17 could enjoy. Without hesitation, 17 instantly leaned in and messily shoved his face into your pussy. His technique was admittedly messy, and you almost had to hold his head up for him, but the way his tongue laid flat and lapped against your clit made you groan out almost louder than 18’s technique. 17’s hands wrapped around your thighs as he licked and sucked, and you found yourself clasping your hand over your mouth to keep him quiet. 18 took in the sound of your moans, before a smirk formed on his face. “Why don’t we give you something to keep you quiet, hmm?” 18 smirked, before slowly reaching his hand up, two fingers pressing against your lips. Instantly, you opened your mouth and took two of 18’s fingers into your mouth. You licked and sucked at them, managing to quiet your moans so no-one could hear you crying out in bliss, and the feeling of 18’s fingers in your mouth made you leak even more onto 17’s face. Your father’s rule about multiples be damned, as far as you had seen, this was nothing but pure fucking ecstasy. Your eyes rolled back, and your back arched off the bed as 17’s lazy licks, and sucks, and kisses, brought you so close to your orgasm that you could almost taste it. “Good girl, good girl. 17’s being a good fucking boy, isn’t he?” 18 snickered, reaching down and ruffling 17’s hair, making 17 groan into you, which made you moan against 18’s fingers.

“Oh, you’re so close aren’t you? I can feel how hard you’re sucking my fingers, baby,” 18 continued, his hand reaching up and massaging your hip, as you felt how close you were to slipping over the edge. “Come for me… please,” 17 begged, and that was all you needed to hear. In an instant, your back arched off the bed, your eyes rolled back, and you felt a mindblowing orgasm wash over you, your vision went white and it felt as though all sound blacked out around you, as your boyfriend’s arms were simultaneously wrapped around you, laid against his chest, while his head was also between your thighs. As you finally came down from the intensity of your orgasm, you looked down at 17, and up at 18, who were both smirking like idiots. That was one thing that would run true with each Mickey, they got off on your pleasure. 17 got up from where he was laying down between your legs, reaching up and peppering your face with kisses. You giggled at his neediness, running your fingers through 17’s hair. “God, I want you both so bad,” You said to both of them, grabbing 18 by his collar, pulling him in for a kiss as well. You alternated between kissing the both of them, both of their tongues fighting to get inside your mouth. “Well, that can be arranged, sweetheart,” 18 laughed darkly as he grabbed your cheek and pulled you away from 17, kissing you hard again, running his fingers through your hair. “Where do you want both of us, princess?” 18 asked you. “You can have one of us in your mouth, and the other one fucking you,” He said, and 17 let out a moan at the concept, already fumbling with his belt and attempting to get his trousers down. “I want you to fuck me,” You say to 18, before turning to 17. “And I want to make you feel good, sweet boy,” You smirk to him, and you can practically see his cock twitch in his boxers at your praise.

“Well, you heard her,” 18 smirks, standing up from the bed and pulling off his top, his trousers, and his boxers as well, slapping up against his stomach. You practically groaned out at the sight, getting into position on the middle of the bed, getting onto all fours. 17 kept his shirt on, but he took his trousers and his boxers off, before slowly getting in front of you nervously, gently holding your shoulder as he knelt down on the bed. Far more confidence in his moves, 18 got behind you, grabbing your hips, as he admired how dripping wet you were. “God, you’re fucking soaked, baby,” 18 groaned, gently rubbing his tip along your folds, and you moaned out at the feeling. You slowly focused your attention on 17 as well, wrapping your hand around his base and slowly pumping it, and he already whined out at that. “Oh, fuck baby!” 17 whimpered out, his tone instantly breaking at the smallest feeling of pleasure. While you kept your hand pumping him, you slowly reached down, beginning to lick and suck at his full, heavy balls, something you knew Mickey loved. His knees practically bucked at the feeling, grabbing your hair to try and steady himself. As you were licking and sucking, you felt the thick length of 18 pushing inside of you, making you groan out into 17. You reached your head up, before slowly taking 17 into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length. “Aren’t we so fucking spoiled?” 18 smirked to 17, his hands on his hips as he thrusted himself in and out of you, keeping a steady pace that made you see stars even more than you already would from the feeling of your throat being so full. This was fucking heaven - and all three of you knew it, none of you wanted it to end. It was like a haze that you were just barely keeping your head above water in, just aware of what was going on.

Your tongue swirling around his cock, the feeling of his cock buried deep inside your pussy, the feeling of hands on your hips, the feeling of hands in your hair, the pleasure swirling deep inside your stomach, pre-cum leaking into your mouth, dripping into your pussy, the sound of everyone’s moans of pleasure filling the room, though everyone knew to try and muffle it. Your hands dug into the sheets, feeling tears well in your eyes from being overwhelmed in the best possible way.

“I’m… I’m gonna fucking cum, baby!” You groaned out, pulling away from 17’s cock, pumping him in your hand instead. He had already lost it, his eyes were already rolled back, and he was leaking everywhere, so close to cumming he could practically taste it. “M-Me too, baby. Me too,” 17 gasped out, his legs shaking from how blissed out he was, before his hips lost control and his cum splattered all over the bed, on the sheets, on your face, on his thighs.

18 growled out like a wild animal, his hands tight on your hips as he fucked you hard, chasing his high. The harsh slaps of skin against skin filling the room made you practically scream out, before 17 clamped his hand over your mouth to not draw attention to yourselves. “Good… fucking… girl,” 18 growled out, before he pulled you tight against him, cumming deep inside of you, as you felt his hot cum filling you up.

All of this was too much for you, and you finally let go, feeling the orgasm wash over you, pulsing around 18’s cock, your whole body shaking, and you felt as though your brain simply floated off somewhere else. As both of them pulled away from you, you collapsed against their bed, completely spent and fucked out. 17 quickly scrambled for his towel from the bathroom, trying to clean up the bed and between your legs. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” 17 said, his tone slightly frantic.

“She’s alright, dude,” 18 told 17, his eyes glaring for him to calm down, as 18 snatched the towel off 17 to clean himself up, before sitting down beside you on the bed. 18 wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his arms and holding you close. He could tell the intensity of your orgasm had fucked you out, and he wanted to be there to help bring you back down. “I’m here, princess, I’m here,” 18 whispered softly.

Following suit to the more gentle approach, 17 sat down beside you, gently stroking your hair, and cooing to you. “You’re amazing, Y/N,” 17 whispered, gingerly kissing your cheek. 18 moved up on the bed so all three of you could fit and cuddle up together, you sandwiched between the two of them. Your head rested on 18’s chest, as he massaged your shoulder. “How long do we have before dinner?” 17 asked 18. 18 glanced over at the clock on the wall. “About three hours,”

“Enough time to cuddle then,” 17 mused with a smile, cuddling you close to him, running his fingers through your hair. 18 held you close too, and you instantly relaxed into the bliss of all of your naked bodies pressed against each others. “I love you,” You whispered to them, glancing up at their faces.

“Love you too,” “Don’t I know it?”

a/n; oh my god. i hope this fic makes sense becausee i'll be so real, this was written about non stop for four hours??? it's 2am for me, i am knackered, my brain is not switched on enough to proofread, but i saw a robert pattinson threesome film, and did what had to be done. i'm so grateful for this fic honestly i've been in such a bad writer's block, i'm sorry!!!! enjoy, my angels <3 (also i'm way too proud of that juno joke)

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