I need to know what the juno one is!
soooo this is the sabrina carpenter/taylor swift omegaverse fic that somehow ended up with a lot of travis in it. i don't know what happened. i just wanted to laugh at sabrina topping from the bottom.
By the time everyone reconvenes at the koala trail, wonderment has bloomed into the purest excitement. Taylor is never going to stand next to a tree where a koala bear happens to be enjoying some leaves, equal parts fluffy and blasé, and think to herself oh whatever, that's just a koala. No, that's a koala. And it's just hanging out with them. That's amazing.
A powerful sense of pack swells in Taylor's chest the longer she looks around and watches her crew enjoying themselves. Guys get so caught up in the aggression and pissing matches, when the best part of being an alpha is this exact feeling. It's euphoric, all-encompassing. These are her people and they are flourishing. The urge to corral everyone in one spot and initiate a group hug is intense.
"Holy shit."
Taylor startles, daydream interrupted.
Sabrina is staring back at her with one hand slapped firmly over her own mouth. Her cheeks are almost cartoonishly pink.
"What's..." Then Taylor's nose catches on. "Oh my god," she groans. Her scent is insane right now. No wonder she was so excited. "I'm so sorry. I haven't gone without suppressants in a minute and now it's like—" Taylor gestures wildly with both hands, drawing the corner of her bottom lip down to really underline the yikes of it all "—weird sensitivities, excess energy, full-on party in my body. Is it bad? Do you want me to go?"
"No, no, no, it's cool," Sabrina says quickly. "I was just surprised."
"Are you sure?" Taylor's eyes dart back and forth between Sabrina's, trying to read the situation. It's always tricky when the instinct to protect is so strong that it itself becomes the problem.
"Yeah, yeah, you're good," Sabrina says. "It's fine. You're good."
