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lovings4turn · 6 months

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becca, my love. i saw that your blurb requests are open, so can i request oscar with "taking off their makeup when they're too tired"? thank you!

ᯓ★ 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 — 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢

ahhh nora lovely thank you sm for sending this in !!! adore writing for oscar so thank you for giving me the opportunity to 🤭🤭 this ended up being longer than i expected but what can i say i got carried away !!! hope you like this lovely

indistinct dialogue washes over you as your ears tune in to the sound of oscar’s heartbeat, the sound much more preferable to the drama of the characters currently on the screen in front of you.

curled against your boyfriend’s chest, the glow of the television washing over you both and bathing you in a fuzzy, low light, you find it hard to keep your eyes open for longer than a minute at a time.

oscar is just so warm, the fabric of his hoodie against your skin so soft, and you had woken up disgustingly early that morning for an eight am class that preceded a long study session at the library. so, it’s no surprise that your exhaustion is quickly catching up to you, a lion stalking its prey.

since his gaze has been resting on you rather than the random sit-com for the past ten minutes, oscar is quick to notice the drowsiness consuming your features.

“let’s get you to bed, eh?” oscar asks, patting your side twice with the tips of his fingers to prompt you to stand.

“i’m not even that tired,” you protest, words coming out in a low whine thanks to your desperation to remain in the warm embrace of oscar’s arms.

“tell that to your eyes, sweetheart. they’re practically closed.”

almost on cue, you lift your hand to rub at your tired eyes before you stop abruptly, loose fist hovering just in front of your face. a frustrated noise escapes you, and your head falls back against oscar’s chest at the realisation.

“i still have to take my makeup off.”

oscar fixes you with a look of amused pity. though he’s clearly sympathetic to your plight, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find your theatrics somewhat entertaining.

strong arms wrap around your waist, and oscar gently helps you to your feet, sending you off to bed with the promise that he’ll be right behind you.

curiosity picks at your mind, but you’re far too tired to argue or ask questions. your body operates on autopilot as it leads you down the hall to your bedroom, and you flop down onto the soft mattress without hesitation.

never had you been more thankful at oscar’s insistence that you wear his clothes as much as possible: already dressed in one of his old t-shirts and some pyjama shorts, getting changed into something cosier was not a problem you would have to tackle tonight.

oscar appears a few minutes later, and it seems that he’s brought the entirety of your skincare shelf with him. countless bottles and tubs are piled up in his arms, threatening to spill over as he fumbles towards the bed.

with furrowed brows, oscar drops the bundle of products onto your comforter and lets out a breath, beginning to survey the many different items sitting in front of him. “right then, let’s see,” he mumbles, picking up one product at a time and scanning the labels with such an intensity that, had you the energy, you would have teased him for.

“moisturiser, no. facial scrub, no. hyaluronic aci- what even is this stuff?”

you can’t help it. a laugh bubbles up in your throat, and though your eyes are heavy with sleep, oscar can see the way that the crinkle slightly at the intensity of your smile.

as fun as it is to listen to oscar grow increasingly confused with each skincare product he scrutinises, you decide it’s best to put him out of his misery sooner rather than later. “purple bottle, babe. might wanna grab some cotton pads, too. next to where you grabbed everything else from.”

oscar follows your instructions instantly, setting your makeup remover off to the side before he scoops the other products up into his arms once more, heading to return them to their rightful home in your bathroom. he soon returns triumphant, holding up the packet of cotton pads in his left hand as though it’s one of his racing trophies.

idiot, you think fondly.

soon, he’s sitting beside you, tilting your face upwards towards him with two fingers. the movement is tender, and you can’t help but lean forward to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose.

with a level of care you imagine someone would reserve for a newborn, oscar begins to swipe away at your makeup, putting a lot of effort into not tugging at your skin.

every so often, he speaks, questions of “feel alright?” and “not hurting you, am i?” filling the otherwise peaceful silence.

each time your answer is the same: a slight shake of the head with a reassuring hum. you’re convinced that oscar could never be anything but tender with you, and this only adds to your hypothesis.

a few seconds pass, and you can no longer feel oscar wiping at your face. your eyes flutter open, greeted by the sight of oscar admiring you with an adoring expression.

a light flush dusts the top of his cheekbones, and his lips are pulled up into a foolish, love-sick grin. he doesn’t shy away when he realises he’s been caught, only moves to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “now,” he starts, voice playful. “wanna tell me what the next step is, babe?”

#.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri drabble #oscar piastri blurb #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri fluff #formula one x reader #formula one x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you

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melestasflight · 5 months

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Hey friends, if you read or write any of these characters and would like to help a PhD student with a research project, check this out. Becca is doing some really cool things!

Haleth (Silmarillion)

Eärien (The Rings of Power)

Lothiriel of Dol Amroth

Aragorn and Arwen’s Daughters

#haleth #earien #lothiriel #aragorn #arwen #silmarillion #lord of the rings #rings of power

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storiesofsvu · 24 days

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Okay, I just finished reading Classified Affair and I really needed a cute story with Ms. Dunber, maybe a story with a few chapters? Just kidding, unless someone accepts :)? Well yeah, but the thing is, this story really got me in so many different ways, you know, and you are a complete talent for being able to transform me into this emotional mess, and after reaching the end I can only thinking "Wow, a new story (because I've read everything you've written) would be great." I think it's amazing how it was possible to go from loving to hating to liking Heather again in the story, and it really makes me think how things would be if the way she acted in relation to the confession of love, if things had happened differently perhaps under different conditions, or with her knowing how to take the lead and solving things as it should. Dude, sorry for the monologue, lol, but I don't know, the story really touched me and nothing fairer than me sharing this with the person who made it. I just wanted to let out everything that made me feel this story, thank you for your time and sorry for anything.

hahahah yeah that one's a wild ride.

I currently don't have any requests for Heather. I've gone one tiny little WIP but it is a leftover from a holiday bingo last year so it won't be picked up til Nov/Dec. Feel free to take a look through some prompt lists and if something jumps out at you, send in a request or two! (i am no longer writing series, mini series or two parters though)

As for CA:

-first, thank you!

-second: there is a follow up series that takes place I think 7 years (and oh so much therapy) later where Heather's back in DC and slowly repairing her relationships.

-third: for CA I have this version of Heather in my head that is an alternate universe sort of era. There's a lot that goes into making her this twisted, toxic person that she is and that starts a very long time ago and is enforced by every big decision that she has to make in her life. This is gonna get long so it's going under a readmore and this is kinda my character study of her in this fic/universe i guess lol

i've toyed around with writing a prequel for this fic to explain why she is the way she is and it's basically this

-heather knew she wanted a successful career from the start, that she wanted a government job and wanted to get as high up (and thus powerful) as she could, esp if that meant a presidency. That's what she's been focused on since day one. She knows that she has a higher chance of being a better candidate if she has the picture perfect family, white picket fence and all. Even if it may not be what she wants. She marries her high school sweetheart, her first kid is meticulously planned and born in the gap between college and law school. her second was an earlier surprise and ends up being born while she's finishing law school. This leaves them living out of state with the help of house staff that she doesn't really know with the kids. I kinda also canon becca to have been a super needy baby that heather didn't know how to deal with, hence why she ends up high key resenting her as she grows up.

-So she's trapped into all of this from a very young age, she knows that in the long run it'll help with what she wants but in the moment, she kinda hates it and ships them off to boarding school as soon as she can to get some of the major stress out of her life. Because of course she has incredibly high standards for herself in all aspects of life and she feels like a failure of a mother.

-there are two major components of life that can turn people into worse people and those are power and money. Heather has had money all her life, and like, a fuck ton of family money that isn't going anywhere. She's likely already used to throwing money around to get what she wants and isn't used to being told no (and this comes up n one of the follow ups that it's a generational thing, her mom is just as bad as she is). With the power, you'll notice in CA that the closer she gets to that presidential spot, the more she starts to lose it. That's all she can see, she's blinded by it and only her career. She's watching her family fall apart around her, being served divorce papers, and she doesn't actually hit rock bottom until she's lost her job. That's when things start to come a little clearer for her.

-I explain this because: if you asked her (prior to all the therapy lol) she 100% did react properly to the reveal that yn had developed feelings. Heather went into every SB relationship with contracts, ndas and expectations. They knew she was marred and she both couldn't and wouldn't give that up to risk a try at something that might not work and would definitely damage her political image. She went extra hard on yn about it to create that clean break if yn wasn't able to get her shit together, so she wouldn't come crawling back, if that makes sense.

-by the time we meet heather in this story, she's just already toxic af. and she doesn't know right from wrong because she's been so wrapped up in her head and doing whatever she has to to get what she wants. she's so twisted that she doesn't even know herself by the end of it. AND let's not forget that somewhere along the way she's also likely having some kind of sexual identity crisis too lol.

-i have had some people say that they could see heather and yn working out if they worked through things, or that they *should* but i personally do believe that yn saw toxic and slowly figured out she wanted out, that there was no way to make it work even if heather wanted to. there would be so much to untangle considering heather legitimately owned her by that stage. everything important heather had bought. there was a HUGE power imbalance and financial imbalance and that's exactly why heather went for her in the first place. there could be some speculation that yn was the first girl heather *actually* had feelings for and that sparked an even bigger fire to the explosion because heather was even more confused at herself and didn't know how to untangle that web. she went back to her default of being mean. and i think in all three parts of the story that piece is never really figured out, heather's not sure. so that's left up to the readers interpretation

anyways, i don't know if that's the kind of response you wanted but that's what ive got for you lol. thank you for your kind words, i hope you're having a wonderful day!

no reason to apologize and always feel free to come scream in my inbox about my fics (especially ones like this lol)

#heather dunbar #classified affairs

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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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Don’t know if you’ve answered this or not and I’m very sorry if you have but I’m dying to know if you have a favorite scene between Homelander and Ryan?

i mean..... all of them??? 😭 okay typical answer maybe, but recognizing Ryan's panic attack and immediately getting him outta dodge will always be top tier for me. it displays a level of emotional awareness and care that we don't often get to see from Homelander, and it's VERY near and dear to my heart.

also also also!!! the overwhelming concern he had for his boy after getting knocked back by Soldier Boy, completely disregarding the fact he himself was in immense danger with SB, Butcher and Maeve right behind him.

one moment i really enjoy that's a little less healthy is when he's putting Ryan to bed, and he has the 'we're gods' talk with him. i like this moment because it's a great character insight moment for Homelander. we already know how lonely and desperate to connect he is, but i think it's interesting that the way he chose to try and connect with Ryan was by emphasizing just how special Ryan is, how alone and unique they BOTH are. it really feels like Homelander is speaking to his inner child here, and telling him 'everything is gonna be okay because you have someone who's like you, someone who will understand you.' it's a really unsettling scene contextually—uncomfortable for Ryan and a literal nightmare for Becca—but SO interesting as a character study on Homelander.

THE HUG. WHEN HOMELANDER FINDS RYAN AGAIN. "You know it wasn't your fault, right?" I could cry for days about this moment. i love it so much, it was such a gut punch, and something Ryan desperately needed to hear.

I could talk forever about this but I'm just gonna cap it off with some of my favorite gifs 🖤

#putting this together made me cry dfghjkl #man i miss my dad #i would have LOVED to watch this show with him #he woulda ate it up #anyways dadlander is VERY special to me #homelander #ryan #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #dadlander

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late-to-the-party-81 · 9 months

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Finders Keepers - Chapter Two

AN: Welcome back to chapter two, where we find out more about our Reader and Bucky, their personal history and their history together. I hope you enjoy.

Beta’d by @mrs-illyrian-baby

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me.

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Chapter One

Master list | BBB Master list | BaBB Master list

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Chapter word count: 3.8k

Chapter CW: Cyberpunk/Futuristic AU, Flashbacks, Minor Enby Characters, Hydra, Whump, Traumatic injuries (but not discussed in detail), Angst, Bucky being a dick, Sassy reader, Minor background PepperRhony

Chapter Two - The past is future

July 9th, 2181

The man practically beamed as he looked at his partner, sitting up in the hospital bed, holding their newly born child. They were obviously very tired, but to him, they’d never looked so radiant than they did right now. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out his hand to stroke over the top of your small head, astounded by how fragile you looked. When he looked up again his gaze locked with that of his life-mate.

“I still can’t believe that you did that.” His voice was raw with emotion and he didn’t even try to stop the joyous tears that rolled down his cheeks. “You made this tiny thing and brought them into the world and…” He stopped briefly while he choked up. “And you were so brave. My sweet, wonderful, darling.” He leant over and kissed the person you would later refer to as ‘Momo’ on their forehead, before he went back to studying you, his perfect sunbeam of a child.

Elsewhere in the city a boy, probably no more than eight, ran through the back streets, skidding around a corner as he sought to escape the person chasing him. He’d been practising his pickpocketing skills, and apparently he hadn’t perfected it yet, given the shouts and heavy footsteps of the man behind him. What he did have though was climbing skills and a young, nimble body.

With practised ease, Bucky leapt up onto the pile of abandoned crates, the polymer flexing under his feet and providing the amount of bounce he needed to reach the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder. He scrambled up, the metal rungs clanging under his feet, and the disgruntled voice fell away behind him. When he reached the roof he dragged in several lungfuls of air and then let out a loud whoop of joy. The credits that he’d swiped would buy some extra fruit and vegetables for his sisters, so they could grow up big and strong. He knew his mother would roll her eyes when he came home with it all, but she wouldn’t ask him either. He’d been told many times by her that in this life you never looked a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever a horse was.

March 17th, 2190

You were too excited and just couldn’t contain it. You knew you were supposed to stay sat down, but how could you when kneeling up on the seat meant you could look out of the window properly and feel like you were flying like a bird? Next to you, your Dad chuckled, entertained by your innocent antics. He’d been invited to a work conference and had been allowed to bring you and Momo with him. While he attended workshops and symposiums, Momo had promised that the two of you would go swimming and shopping, and see the sights. The prospect of that had been more than enough to excite your almost 9 year old self, but when you found out that your Dad’s company was getting you there in a personal transport vehicle, you’d almost taken off like one.

You were going to fly! You were going to see the clear, cloud-free sky and the bright sun. It felt like all of your birthdays had come at once.

Down on the ground, Bucky kicked at the dirt, a pout plastered across his face as he tried not to cry. He was sixteen, for frack’s sake, too old for tears. And who cared about a stupid birthday anyway? There were far more important things to think about, like Becca and Ruthie, and Ma.

The tears welled with vigour when he thought about the changes the years had wrought to her. It had been bad enough the day that Da left and never came home, sometime in the summer he turned ten, but to see his Ma get sicker and more frail over the last year had been almost more than he could bear. Added to that was the fact that her illness meant she was working less, and credits had already been stretched to the limit. There was only so much the odd bit of pick-pocketing could get him.

Despite his resolve, a tear broke free and rolled down his cheek.

“Hey there!” A voice broke through Bucky’s solitude and he looked up to see another boy, a young man, maybe a few years older than him standing with a group of his friends. “You look like you’re down on your luck. Maybe me and the boys can help you out. The name’s Brock.”

Bucky sniffed and wiped his face with his sleeve. “I’m Bucky,” he replied as he stood, trying to make himself look taller. Older. “And the only way you can help me is if you know a way of making credit.”

Brock smiled and his eyes glittered. “If it’s credits you’re after, then my boss, Mr Pierce, can definitely help you out with that.” He swaggered over and dropped his arm around Bucky’s shoulder, pulling him into a half-hug. “Welcome to Hydra, Bucky. We can help you get anything you want.”

January 1st, 2200

He knew there was pain, but he couldn’t quite feel it any more. The world around him was fuzzy and white. Bright lights. Buzzing. Beeping. People scurrying around him like ants.

Why was he lying down? And what was that noise? It sounded like crying.

Becca.

Ruthie.

“His O2 sats are dropping.”

“He’s lost a lot of blood.”

“I’m not getting a radial pulse in his left arm. We’re going to have to amputate.”

He heard the words, but they sounded as though they were coming from underwater and it was hard to understand.

A bright light shined in his eyes and he winced.

“Mr Barnes. Can you talk?”

A groan was the only response he was capable of.

“We’ve got a possible TBI here.”

“Prep for surgery.”

The last thing he remembered was going for a big score with Rumlow, Rollins and the other guys. They’d said a grav-train coming from upstate was gonna be ripe for the picking - full of all sorts of things they could either use or sell on for credits.

They’d jumped down onto the roof, just as it was pulling out of the station and was still going slowly and climbed down the ladder on the back car to get inside. What they hadn’t anticipated though, was the guard. There had been a scuffle, led by Rumlow, as Bucky had brought up the rear. He’d flinched at the distinctive whine of a phase pistol being discharged and then gasped at the sight of the guard lying on the ground, unmoving and smoke rising from his chest. Rumlow had turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised in challenge and Bucky’s fight or flight response kicked in. Unfortunately it hadn’t been the former option. The problem was that the rear door was still open, and the vehicle had picked up speed. Before Bucky had even known what had happened he’d slipped and fallen from the train, reaching out with his arms to grab something. Anything.

He couldn’t remember any more after that because it all went dark with the hiss of the hypodermic spray filling his body with sedation. Even if he had been awake he wouldn’t have been aware of what happened on the other side of the ER.

The external doors whooshed open, a grav gurney being moved along by two emergency staff while two other adults ran alongside, one clutching the small hand of the teen who lay upon it.

“Momo, I’m scared.”

Your Momo looked at you and flashed you a wan smile full of false bravado, rubbing their hand over your hair.

“I know, sweetheart, but the doctors are going to do everything they can to help you.”

Tears flooded down your face. You’d been so stupid and now you were going to pay the price.

“I can’t feel my foot.”

You didn’t miss the way your father’s eyes darted down to the bloody cloth covering the lower half of your right leg. He had a death grip on your hand.

“It’ll be alright, honey. I know it will.”

You cried more when you reached another set of doors and the hospital workers told your parents they couldn’t go with you any further. You’d fucked up your life and now had to live with the consequences.

October 8th, 2205 - 6 months ago

You only needed one more item to complete this order, and it would be your biggest payday to date. You couldn’t keep the grin from your face at the thought. You even knew where there was a promising looking junk pile. With any luck you’d be able to find the item quickly, spruce it up and get your credits.

You quickened your pace, almost jogging down the sidewalk, weaving around other denizens going about their daily business. There were the usual hawkers - some selling legitimate items, some not -, the food vendors and the sex workers. You raised your hand in greeting as you passed Kiki, standing on their corner. The young sex worker was popular and always seemed to act in a safe manner, but it didn’t stop you from worrying about them, or keeping an eye on them when you could. The irony that you’d taken on a ‘mom’ role with them, when you were only a few years older, was not lost on you.

You turned the corner and spied the junk heap up ahead, behind an eight foot fence. As you got closer you frowned at the low buzzing sound of the forcefield that separated you from your goal. It would slow you down, but luckily it wouldn’t stop you. You had a vast array of skills you’d perfected since you’d started this line of work. It might not make your parents proud, but it kept you in credits and off the streets.

Kneeling down by the side of the forcefield, you pulled a small device from your pocket - your field disruptor. Not a new concept by any means, but this one was of your own design, and could create a brief, stable hole in most forcefields you’d come across. You grinned as you switched it on, turning the dial to find the frequency required to disrupt the field and make an aperture you could fit through. It began to work and your grin grew broader as you watched the gap grow until it was big enough and you ducked through it, switching your disruptor off and pocketing it. Now it was time to get on with the actual job.

The pile of discarded tech you now faced was the biggest you’d seen since you’d started Finding and your enthusiasm grew as you thought about all the credits you could amass by reconditioning different items. And whilst you were really only there for one thing, you couldn’t help but pick up some of the smaller, interesting things you saw and stuff them into your backpack. In fact you were so intent on searching through all the bits of discarded metal, plastic and wire, crouched down on the floor, that you didn’t notice the arrival of another person until a shadow fell across you.

“Who the hell are you?”

At the gruff exclamation, you spun around and rose to full height. Ice blue eyes peered at you from behind a black domino mask. The man - you were sure it was a ‘him’ - was tall and broad, dressed head to toe in black, with a prosthetic left arm on show - an arm that was whirring as he clenched his fist. It took a moment but -

“Shit. You’re Bucky Barnes. You scared me.”

Internally you were in awe. You’d heard so much about him, how he was one of the best Finders in the city. He was known to be fair in his pricing, even offering instalment schemes for clients who’d proved themselves a good bet. If you could team up with him, initiate some kind of partnership, it would be invaluable for your reputation. You knew you had the skills, you just needed some more word of mouth recommendations.

“I know who I am, doll”, he drawled, condescendingly. “Doesn’t answer the question of who you are or why you’ve broken into my territory.” He took a menacing step forward and you backed up until you were stopped by the pile of junk behind you. Bucky reached out his left hand and braced it on the heap, half blocking you in, his right hand on his hip, very close to the holstered Stunner hanging there. The whirr of his arm was even louder now, and your excitement at having met such a well-known person in your industry gave way to rising anxiety.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise this was your turf. I’m just here looking for something. I’m a Finder like you. And I was thinking, maybe, that we could…”

“I don’t care what you think,” came the snapped interruption. “I don’t allow trespassers and I don’t work with anyone else. All of this is mine, so you can empty out that backpack of yours and then you can fuck off.” Bucky tightened his hand around the lump of metal sticking out by your head and you heard it squeal as he crushed it in his mechanical grip, the unsaid threat transmitted to you loud and clear.

With a scowl on your face you shoved him back with both your hands - and he let you - giving yourself enough space to upend your bag and unceremoniously dump its contents at his booted feet. He smirked at you as you did so, and you felt your annoyance grow.

“Go fuck yourself, Barnes,” you ground out. However, he just grinned at you, holding his arms wide as he took a few swaggering steps backwards.

“I do, doll. Every night. And you know what? I’m pretty great. Now get out of here. I won’t be as ‘nice’ if I find you here again.” With that he turned and walked away, ignoring the items you’d discarded. It was as though his ire was more about your intrusion than your theft, and despite your anger and frustration at him, you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened in his past to make him like that.

Of course that wasn’t your last run in with him. You’d had to do some recon in order to discover just how much of that area of the city Barnes saw as his own personal Finding zone, which inevitably meant treading on his toes. Whenever you’d realised you were getting close to the border you’d slow down and make yourself obvious so that he couldn’t accuse you of trying to purposely trespass. You’d known that you’d found the boundary when you had the overriding feeling of being watched and you’d learned pretty quickly that Barnes preferred high vantage points, not unlike a sniper of old. With that knowledge, you’d look up and scan the building tops and when you’d finally identified his perch you’d nod your head and give him a little mocking salute before turning on your heel and going back the way you’d come.

The thing, though, about establishing boundaries, is that you can learn the best way to push them. All your research meant that you’d worked out which were the areas furthest away from where he normally situated himself - the ones it took him the longest time to get to - which meant that sometimes, if you weren’t slow and weren’t obvious, you could sneak into the edges of those areas and get away with picking up the odd Find here and there. The only thing was that sometimes you weren’t sure you were actually getting away with it. Every so often you had the unmistakable feeling that Bucky knew what you were doing and was just letting you. But if that was the case, why? What was his long game? Which is why you’d taken the risk you had yesterday and been caught for your troubles, leading you to where you were now - annoyed at having your breakfast interrupted.

You scowled at Barnes across your table, your good mood evaporated. For once, he didn’t have his domino mask on, and you were caught between trying to maintain your anger at his intrusion and noticing how absolutely stunning he was. You snorted. Of course he would be annoyingly handsome. He emanated charisma as he leant against the booth back, his arms resting on the top of it on either side of him, appearing totally nonchalant.

“You stalking me, Barnes?” you grumbled.

His response was to firstly raise a brow mockingly, and then answer “Would I do a thing like that? That would be as bad as sneaking into someone's territory and stealing from them.”

You rolled your eyes, absolutely fed up with his game playing. “Alright, you caught me. Happy now?”

His gaze locked with yours and you fought the urge to shrink into your seat. “No.”

A heartbeat’s silence passed before you blurted out “What are you going to do about it then? Spank me?” and then instantly regretted it. The flash of emotion that passed over his face heated you from the inside out and you squirmed. What on earth had possessed you to say that? Because now the only image in your head involved being laid over his broad thighs, head now, ass up, and…

“As tempting as that offer is, doll, no. I’m not gonna spank you. As you fulfilled your Find request with something taken from me, I think it only fair that we split the profits. As you did the leg work, and the repair work, I’m prepared to be generous. I suggest a seventy/thirty split.”

At that moment Tony appeared, his usual effervescent self, to take both your orders and after requesting your usual you had a few moments to mull over Barnes’ offer whilst he asked about the daily specials.

It would probably be worth accepting his offer, just to keep him on side, even if it meant parting with thirty percent of your credits. And maybe, if you kept him sweet, it could lead to more team ups and finally that partnership you were angling for.

Tony smiled at Bucky before turning back to you. “It’s nice to see you here with someone, Turbo.” You rolled your eyes at the daft nickname he’d given you when you’d first met him as a rambunctious and speedy four year old. He then dropped his voice to a stage-whisper, a complete non-effort at subtlety and said “He’s handsome. Seems like a keeper to me,” before walking off quickly without giving you the chance to set him straight.

A dull thud sounded from where your head connected with the table top and you bit out “Don’t even start”, at Bucky before he could snigger. But you needed to be professional and ready to negotiate with the man who insisted on being a thorn in your side, so you sat back up and straightened your spine.

“Okay,” you started, desperately trying not to sound nervous, “so you want thirty percent of my earnings for this Find to recompense you for the fact that the item may have been acquired from your side of the border?”

You were interrupted once more by the amused snort that came from Barnes’ lips. “Oh, dollface”, he drawled. “You misunderstand me. I want seventy percent. You get to keep the thirty.” For a moment all you could do was gape at him in shock, mouth open as you processed what he’d said. Then you got angry.

“What the actual fuck, Barnes. Really?”

He nodded slowly. “Really. And I think I’m being more than generous.”

“You really are a grade-A asshole, you know that?”

He shrugged. “So I’ve been told. But I’m not budging. I could have fulfilled that Find myself and gotten a hundred percent of the fee, so, sweetheart…” He took his arms off the back of the booth bench and leant forward, as far into your space as he could get with a table in the way. “Take thirty or take nothing. I can assure you, I’m more than happy with the latter option if you wanna go with that. But you fight me on this, I will make sure that not only will you not get into my territory ever again, no-one will want to hire you as their Finder after I spread the word about how you try to steal from others in the business.”

There it was. The ultimatum he knew would get you to capitulate, because you couldn't call his bluff and risk losing your semi-stable stream of income. If you’d been angry before, you were now incandescent with rage.

You pushed out of the booth, staring down at Bucky as your nostrils flared, almost bumping into Tony as he appeared with your food and looked on at the confrontational scene in confusion.

“Sorry, Tony. My appetite appears to have deserted me.” You didn’t take your eyes off Bucky for one second. He was such a smug bastard.

You reached into your pocket and retrieved the handful of credit slips you’d obtained only an hour ago and flung them towards Barnes, hoping that most would fall on the floor so he’d have to scrabble to retrieve them.

“My friend here will pay for both our meals. I’m afraid I don’t have as many credits as I thought I did. Give my love to Pepper and James.” Turning on your heel, you stalked out, trying to ignore the stares and muttering from other patrons, embarrassment heating your cheeks. Your boots thudded heavily on the pavement outside and you wrapped your arms around your body. What the fuck were you going to do now? You’d needed those credits. Yes, you had a new job lined up, but it might take you a few days before you could fulfil it.

Fuck!

Fuck Bucky Barnes and his stupid personal rules and his stupid handsome face.

You turned down the alley that would lead you home the quickest. You needed to get back and work out where you could search for your next Find and whether any of the items you had in your meagre store were currently being sought out by anyone on the message boards. You disliked searching for jobs, preferring them to come to you, but sometimes it was required, and now was one of those times.

The hustle and bustle of the main street was quieter here, and the lights of the stores, as well as the general daylight, duller. You had nothing to fear though. You knew these streets and most of the folk here knew you. However, you suddenly got the uneasy feeling that you were being followed, so you sped up your walk, hoping to lose whoever was tailing you. It was probably Barnes, the bastard.

A strange sound came from behind you, a whooshing, and then a metal pipe collided with, luckily, your right leg, letting out a clang. You still went down though, rolling in the dirt and stopping on your back. You looked up, not into a smug face with ice blue eyes, but a rough and scarred one with hazel eyes. What the fuck was going on now?

Chapter 3

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #disabled reader #late writes

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fantasiacafecat · 17 days

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THe Feminine urge to make a fanfic but it has main plot ideas that you got from reading other fanfics on the same subject.

Like maybe I do want to make Andrew Lewis a villain, like in "Fire in the Monster" made by AvaJune. .

Or maybe I am infatuated with the extra scenes and Lore that BeccaofthePen uses for her fanfic "A World of Enough Time". Like seriously the beauty, talent, and creativity Becca putted into that story that's on hiatus needs to be studied. Its so good that I'm heartbroken because I don't think it's getting an ending.

Like I wanna use the idea of Heart Bonding in my story. Or add a part in the fanfic where they go to a demon district after the battle with Malix. Their Ideas are so good that it's become Canon to me!!

If I rewrite the first game. It's probably gonna be a little different in each route you can choose. I might make Mika/Mc have an arranged marriage in one story, and probably make Mika a Cambion in another.

The one that'll probably stay closest with the Canon would be where Mika is in love with all the brothers, because I can.

In a seducemeask tag I remember seeing our precious Empress Michaela Laws answering a question on things that she wanted to put in the game, but couldn't due to time and space. I remember 3 main scenes we didn't get to see: Malix attempting to burn down the mansion, Diana VS Mika, and just more one on one seems with the incubi and humans in general. So those particular scenes will definitely be in the rewrite.

And for some reason I've been obsessed with making Mika/Mc's father more 'desperate?' for trying to get Mika as the Ceo. He's probably gonna try and have more events and parties for Mika to plan before she graduates and is in college. I also wanted to open more on how other company members would probably treat her. Maybe there's one guy who's obsessed with her and the idea of getting the company himself, maybe some members don't like the idea of a woman being CEO, maybe there's a particular woman character I plan on making (that could be a love interest) who's like your own passionate and caring secretary who's like Margaery Tyrell.

Speaking on that. There's also this sick idea in my head where I want to add more love interests and treat my fanfic like its a game.

And there's also this deep sinister voice in the back of my head that wants to make Mika have 4 extra siblings, each of them having different lives and different love interests in general.

I definitely have an issue when it comes to making so many characters for a story. I generally can't help the urges though.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me 2 the demon war #BeccaofthePen is an Ao3 writer just so you know #and i know The Fire in The Monster is on wattpad as well.

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trulybetty · 11 months

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Sunday Week in Review XII

Happy Sunday on a Tuesday!

(let's pretend it still is and I didn't fall asleep on the sofa last night and get sent to bed by Mr. Truly when I insisted I wasn't sleeping).

I apologize that this is a compact version - but I really wanted to make sure what I read last week gets the attention it very much deserves 💕

So, on with the show...

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

oct' x 22 - pile of leaves (frankie x gn!reader)

oct' x 23 - harvest (gold rush!joel x charlotte)

oct' x 24 - fog (tim rockford x f!reader)

oct' x 25 - jack-o-lanterns (marcus pike x reader)

oct' x 26 -campfire (frankie x reader)

oct' x 27 - witches (sequins!joel x f!reader)

oct' x 28 -samhain(tim rockford x gn!reader)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

Wash Day (Marcus) by @secretelephanttattoo I re-read this one again because this is one of the most adorable pieces of Marcus Pike fluff - this whole fic just sucks you in and is just a comforting cloud 💕

Goodwill Hunting (Dieter) by @secretelephanttattoo This is just So Dieter branded through and through! Chaotic, fun and hilariously Dieter, just as our favourite trash panda should be.

in fiction (Dieter) by @sin-djarin Becca's follow-up to Joel's Coming Home is this beautiful piece on Dieter coming to bed and it's gorgeous. I'm here for anyone who can paint our favourite trash panda in a soft light.

A Gift of Light and Joy (Javi G.) by @prolix-yuy This hit right in the feels. It was the right balance between exploring the complexities of existing in a plus-size body, and being in a relationship with someone who doesn't see that, but not for lack of care. It hit home with a lot of my own experiences and was a truly comforting read. Honestly, I'm selling this short - please do read, you won't be disappointed!

Good Morning Agent York (Dave) by @morallyinept I'm in awe of Jett's Giflet series, 500 words or less and written based off of a gif. They've all been fantastic and this is another great addition. I'm tentatively dipping my toe into all things York and this was a soft landing. Jett does a fantastic job of weaving the interaction of the reader with Dave that is neatly left for your own interpretation of what comes next - but may have you itching to know a bit more.

Working Title (Dieter) by @rhoorl I'm very much enjoying the slow burn between Belle and Dieter and who can't enjoy it when it's set in the beautiful landscape of Hawaii? Chapter 15 does not disappoint and I love a cheeky cameo of any kind 😉

Dress Me Up & Call Me Pretty (Dieter) by @morallyinept This was both a character study and a delicious romp with Dieter. I really do appreciate a good fanfic of Dieter that explores the vulnerable side of him while leaning into the chaos that is him. I very much recommend this one.

Bubble (Joel) by @secretelephanttattoo This was beautiful! There's so much intimacy woven into the story without being explicit and gives you an understanding of these two with barely a word spoken between them. El does such a fantastic job here with building a little window into this relationship.

Hinterland (Frankie) by @legendary-pink-dot 600 words. 600 words and it's just amazing what Dot does here in crafting an intimate story between our reader and Frankie. So atmospheric, so dreamy, so hot and very much all Frankie.

Hope everyone had a fantastic Halloween if you celebrate or if not, a terrific Tuesday!

Here's to the rest of the week!

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review

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talktomeinclexa · 2 years

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Days of Crisis

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Natural disasters, Minor character death

Status: WIP

Summary: Sheriff Lexa Woods’s life is turned upside down when a hurricane hits her small Californian town, bringing in its midst a beautiful geologist as smart as she’s brave. But when said geologist returns a few months later to study Polis’s geographical situation and assess the risks in case more natural disasters occur, neither can deny the attraction anymore. Will they manage to open up before a series of catastrophes puts their lives at risk?

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Chapter 1: Meeting in a Hurricane

“A hurricane is coming. Please remain inside and barricade your windows. I repeat; a hurricane is coming. Please—”

The car slowly driving around the main streets of Polis, CA, swerved to avoid a flying tile. Sheriff Lexa Woods swore under her breath before bringing the megaphone’s mic back to her mouth as if nothing had happened.

“Please remain inside. Do not go out. Barricade your windows and stay safe.”

Lexa let go of her mic and squinted through her windshield. She had hoped until the last minute hurricane Becca would deviate and miss her town, but no such luck. The storm hit with frightening accuracy, bringing squalls and a rain so heavy that her wipers couldn’t keep up and she could barely see where she was heading.

Worry grew in the pit of her stomach as the wind intensified and debris flew around. Her children were at school, and she wished she could be with them, making sure they were safe. But she had a job to do, stubborn people to warn. Besides, she reminded herself, Aden and Madi were as safe in school as they would be at home if not more. Their teachers would know to keep them away from the windows.

On the plus side, most of her fellow Polisians remained diligently inside, and she had to order surprisingly few people to seek shelter. Harassing Mayor Queen to sound the storm alarm had paid off. It was almost worth the passive-aggressive comments she would receive for days to come for telling Her Majesty how to rule her city.

A few broken branches landed near her car, making her curse. Hopefully, her deputies were safe and back at the station. There wasn’t much more they could do until the hurricane abated. Getting themselves hurt out of sheer stubbornness would serve no one.

Exhausted, Lexa turned around and headed back for the city hall, repeating her message on the megaphone.

She was crossing Forest Street and Main when something unusual caught her attention and made her hit the brakes.

In the center of a mostly empty parking lot, an obnoxious armored vehicle occupied two spots. Bigger than a Ford truck, with spikes dug into the ground �� the owner would have to pay for the repair — and a turret. It looked like one of those trucks Lexa had seen on video, the kinds driven by adrenaline junkies hoping to go viral on the Internet.

Fuming, she turned on her megaphone. “Please exit your vehicle and seek shelter immediately. I repeat; please exit your vehicle and seek shelter in the nearest building.”

Lexa assumed she had been mistaken when she received no answer. She would have resumed her journey if a tuft of fair hair visible through the turret window hadn’t suddenly betrayed a presence.

“Oh, that does it.”

Keep reading

#clexaweek23 #clexaweek23 day 7 #day 7 free day #clexa #natural disasters #Days of Crisis

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x214782 · 3 days

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* x214782, ⸻ private erik lehnsherr; lovingly plucked from canon & re-written as an original character. a study in: according to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. by becky / becca / bec (twenty-five, any pronouns, cst). PERMANENTLY LOW ACTIVITY.

this is a side blog to s-unfleur. minors & personals please dni.

CARRD ♡ MEMES ♡ DNI

* AFFILIATES, ⸻ strnza / all blogs. winterslght. thehollyverse / all blogs. astradecays / all blogs. jundlcndwastes / all blogs. lronwilled.

#* general — ooc.#pinned.

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stuckonvenus · 2 years

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𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟐 — '𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌'

( noun ) e n h a n c e d s e n s e s

the user has extremely accurate senses, allowing them to see, hear, smell, taste and feel better than an average member of their species.

#becca — character study.

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peonyblossom · 3 months

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my headcanons for The Freshman characters' minors

also gonna include their canon majors in case you haven't read The Freshman or don't remember them

Erica (my MC): English (Creative Writing) major, Linguistics minor

Kaitlyn: Music major, Women & Gender Studies minor

Zig: Mathematics major w/a teaching license, no minor

Tyler: Computer Science major, Film minor

Abbie: Art and Gender Studies double major, no minor

Chris: Political Science major, History minor

Becca: Economics major, Business and Criminology double minor

Zack: Architecture major, Interior Design minor

James: English major, Theatre minor

#this was also living in my drafts for a while #so here ya go #the freshman series #playchoices #the freshman choices #the sophomore #the junior #the senior #kaitlyn liao #zig ortega #james ashton #chris powell #becca davenport #tyler alan #abbie bishop #zak zilberg #erica lee

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andydrysdalerogers · 2 years

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Sideline Love ~ Chapter 22 ~ ... Wonderful

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.6K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol); labor and delivery

A/N: Penultimate Chapter but baby Evans arriving...

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

And just like that, Becca was nervous. It was a month later, now into her sixth month, Becca was nervously getting ready. She pulled her blonde curls to the side, pulling a hair tie as her engagement ring blinked at her. She took a steadying breath as she looked in the mirror. Her brown eyes sparkled even with worry etched in her face.

“Angel? Are you ready?”

Becca looked up at Chris and took him in. The man lived in sweats and t-shirts, so it was truly shocking to see him in a blue button down and slacks. Her libido shot up and Chris could see it in her eyes. “Angel, we have to…”

“We have time,” she pouted. She placed her hands on his chest, sliding them around.

“No, we don’t. I promise, after.”

“We have lunch after,” she whined.

Chris chuckled. He wrapped his arms around his fiancé, his baby momma. “Promise, if you are a good girl, I’ll do the thing.” He kissed her sweetly.

“Promise?”

“Promise Angel. Now, c’mon. We’re gonna be late.” Chris helped Becca down the stairs where Charlie was watching cartoons, Dodger’s head in her lap. “Let’s go munchkin.”

“But daddy…”

“No buts. Everyone is waiting for us.”

Charlie huffed as she got off the sofa and put on her sweater with an assist from Chris. “Why do I hafta wear a dress, Daddy?”

“It’s a special day peanut,” Becca explained. “I’m wearing a dress.”

Charlie pondered that for a moment before nodding and heading for the door. “Can Dodger come?”

“Not today”, Chris said as he grabbed the keys and the family made it out the door. Twenty minutes later, they made it to their destination and walked up the steps where Robert was waiting for them.

“Hey guys! I’ve got all the paperwork. You ready?”

Chris smiled. “We’re ready.”

Shoes clicked against the marble of the lobby as Robert directed everyone to the right room. When they entered, Becca stopped. It was full. The courtroom was full of their friends, family and teammates. Chris squeezed her hand and pulled her forward. They sat at the table in front, Charlie in Chris’s lap.

All rise.” The bailiff called out to the court. Everyone stood up as the judge entered.

“Please be seated.” The judge organized his papers and when he looked up, Becca recognized him as the same judge from the custody hearing. Her grip on Chris’s hand tightens slightly and he looked down at her with concern. She shook her head slightly and she stared at the man. The judge smiled when he saw Becca. “Miss Rooney, I’m glad to see you here under much more pleasurable circumstances.”

She didn’t make a sound, but the judge chuckled. “Don’t worry, I am happy for this outcome. Now, let’s get to business. Is the child, Charlotte Julia Rooney, present?”

Robert whispered into Charlie’s ear, and she nodded. “Present!” She raised her hand, to the chuckle of the entire court.

“Excellent. And the adopting parent, Christopher Robert Evans?”

“Present, sir,” Chris said.

“All documents are in order?”

“They are, sir,” Robert said. “The home study, financial review and consent to termination of rights from the natural father, Thomas Brady.”

“Just confirming that the natural father understands that he no longer will have any rights to the child in question as of today?” The judge turned his head to look at the crowd, causing Becca to frown. Until she heard…

“I understand, your honor.” Tom stood up in the court. Becca held her breath. “I just want what’s best for Charlotte and that’s Mr. Evans.”

“That’s very noble of you Mr. Brady. Ok, well, that part is settled. Mr. Evans, do you accept responsibility for the upbringing of Charlotte?”

“Yes, I do.” Chris beamed at the judge.

“And Miss Rooney, you are ok with Mr. Evans taking on a permanent, parental role for your child?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She cleared her throat, “yes, sir,” she said louder. It was overwhelming, Tom’s admission on top of this day finally happening.

“Excellent. Very well. In the case of adoption for Charlotte Julia Rooney, I hereby grant full parental custody to Rebecca Ann Rooney and Christopher Robert Evans, effective immediately. I have also included an order to have her last name amended so she will be known hereafter as Charlotte Julia Evans.”

He paused and he looked at the couple. “It’s rare to have a family custody dispute end with consent from the natural parent and with enthusiasm but it’s clear that you three, well, four are a family. Congratulations on your new arrival and your impending marriage. This court is adjourned.” He hit his gavel and the court erupted in cheers.

Chris wrapped his arms around his girls and Becca cursed her hormones as she began to cry. The nightmare of Tom’s custody battle, the fight for Chris’s position on the team, the possibility of leaving home, their surprise baby and now having Chris actually be Charlie’s father had gotten to her. She sobbed as Chris rubbed her back. “Its ok, Angel. We made it, don’t cry.”

“Don’t cry Mama. I love you.” Charlie petted her head, being up higher than normal to Becca.

Becca calmed and Scarlet pulled her away to give her a hug and to wipe her face a little before releasing her to her family. Lisa had Chris and Charlie wrapped in a hug, while her parents were hugging each other. But Becca could see the one face that was still in the room, smiling but a look of pain in the eyes. She walked over careful. “Hi Tom.”

“Hi Becca. You look beautiful.”

“Thanks. Umm, you didn’t have to come down here.”

“Yes. Yes, I did. I wanted to say sorry again. For putting you through all of this. It wasn’t fair on anybody.” Tom bowed his head.

“I forgive you.” His head snapped up and saw her smile. She extended her hand and Tom shook it.

“If you need anything, for yourself or Charlie, just let me know. I may not be her father anymore, but I still want to make sure you both are taken care of.”

“I appreciate it.” She turned to see Chris looking at her curiously. “I better get back.”

“Right. Well congratulations on everything. He’s a lucky man.” Tom nodded to Chris and walked out of the courtroom.

“What did he want?” Chris asked, wrapping an arm around Becca’s waist.

“To say sorry and congratulations.” Becca leaned into her fiancé. “Said if Charlie ever needed anything to let him know.” She shrugged. “If it helps his conscience…”

Chris frowned. “You know I’ll take care of my family, right?”

“Of course, Chris. I’m not worried about that.” She looked up at him and could see something in his eyes. “Baby, you have taken better care of us than anyone else bar my parents. I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t think you would be the best parent or husband. I love you.”

“I love you too Angel.” He sighed and kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry for being an idiot.”

“You’re forgiven.” She looked around the room. “I guess we need to get to celebrating with this lot.”

“Yeah, your dad organized a luncheon at the team facility and Ma is going to take Charlie with her tonight.”

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your mother?”

Spring turned to Summer and the end of summer brought in a new season of football. Chris and Becca spent the summer planning their wedding, selecting a Saturday in April, two years to the date of when their first met.

Now she found herself in her last days of pregnancy, walking with her daughter and fiancé to the stadium. It was the home opener once again and Chris was nervous. He always was until right before when Becca would call and remind him that she was in his corner, always. As he walked his heavily pregnant fiancé in, he asked her question after question. “Are you sure you’re ok? Do you need anything? Its going to be ok that you’re here, right? Because I don’t want you to go into labor and…”

“Christopher!”

He stopped. “Again with the full name,” he sighed.

“Baby, you’re driving me crazy. Listen, please do no worry about me ok? Your mom, my mom, my dad, Scarlett, Lizzy and Ashley are all going to be in the box with me. My maternity bag is with me just in case. I promise, they will call to the field if, and only if, that happens, so don’t call after every series. Your head,” she tapped his forehead, “is in the game until otherwise, you hear me?”

“But…”

“Ok, I’m going home where no one will be.”

“NO! No, ok, I’m sorry. Just worried about you and our peanut, ok?”

“I know. And baby, there is an ambulance here, just in case, so it will be fine. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He sighed and pressed his forehead to hers. “You and Charlie and Peanut are the most important things to me. I’m sorry.”

“Its ok baby. Throw a touchdown for me, ok?”

He smiled and kissed her forehead. “You got it Angel.” He looked up to see her father waiting. “Thanks for getting here early.”

“Not a problem Chris. Less mob is less stress. Have a good game.”

The family made sure Becca was comfortable, well as comfortable as being nine months allowed her to be before kick-off. The Steelers had won the opening season game against the Ravens on the road but now hosted the Dallas Cowboys. Chris was brilliant for the first half, throwing one touchdown and running in another. He called up during half time.

“Are you…”

“You finish that sentence Evans and we’re getting a divorce.”

Chris chuckled. “Can’t divorce me if we ain’t married yet Angel.”

“Try me. I’m fine. You are doing great. How’s the shoulder?”

“Feels good. Thanks Angel. I’ll see you after. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

As she hung up, Becca felt a twinge in her abdomen. It stopped her for a second but then went away. She shook it off and continued to watch the game. About half way into the third quarter, Becca stood up to get a water but doubled over in pain, crying out. In a flash, Avery and Lisa were at her side. “Becca?”

“I’m ok, but… owww! Ok,” she panted, “I think this boy wants out.” She looked at her family with tears in her eyes.

“Alright, lets get to the cars,” Avery said as Ashley scooped up the maternity bag.

“Charlie?” Becca called.

“I have her Bex,” Scarlett replied.

“Let me call down to the field.” Rick turned to the field phone and called down for Chris.

She tries to listen as Rick talked to Ben, but the pain drowns everything out. “Daddy?”

“Ok baby, Ben is getting Chris.” Rick took her hand. “You squeeze if you need to.”

“It hurts, daddy,” she sobbed as she tried to walk down to the exit. The pain gripped her again, weakening her knees.

“Avery, get the paramedics up here!” Rick yelled as security cleared the people around them and laid Becca down. “Its ok baby, its gonna be fine. Just breathe.”

It took the paramedics two minutes to arrive and put Becca on a stretcher. “She’s going to Mercy. Anyone riding with her?”

“I am,” Avery said as they rushed to the ambulance. Just as they pulled away, Chris came running up, still in his uniform. “What the hell happened?”

“She went into labor, and she was in a lot of pain,” Rick explained. “Go get changed and I’ll drive you.”

Becca could swear that she was being torn in half. As soon as she arrived at the hospital, her water broke, and she was 8 centimeters dilated with no sign of Chris. “Momma,” she pleaded with her mother. “Make it stop. He’s supposed to be here.”

“He’s coming Becca.”

“I need him, I… oh god, I think… I think I need to push.”

The nurse overheard her. “Ok, let me grab the doctor.” She ran out of the room as Becca began to cry.

“Why is this so fast? I was in labor for 26 hours with Charlie,” she cried.

“I don’t know, honey, just stay calm. It’s gonna be ok.” The door opened and the doctor came in.

“Becca, I’m gonna check, ok?” Becca nodded and the doctor did his exam. “You are at 10 centimeters and fully effaced so its time to push.”

Becca shook her head. “No, I can’t. My fiancé, the father, he’s not here yet.”

“Becca, I’m sorry but your body’s gonna do this regardless.” He turned to the nurses. “Let’s get prepped for delivery.”

She looked up at her mom. “He can’t miss this.”

“He won’t. He’ll…” the doors opened, and Chris ran in, still breathing hard from running.

“Did I miss it?”

“Chris!” Becca cried, tears of pain, joy, frustration, relief at the sign of her love finally with her.

Chris ran to her side and took her hand, kissing her sweaty forehead. “I’m sorry Angel. Traffic was a nightmare. Where are we?”

Avery smiled. “We are getting ready to push. Just in time.”

“Alright. You must be dad?” The doctor smiled. “Alright Becca, next contraction, give me a big push.”

Becca took a breath and bear down, pushing as hard as she could. She breathed hard, looking at Chris. “You are never touching me again.”

“Whatever you say Angel. C’mon, one more time,” he held her hand and body up to push, smiling to himself.

After 20 minutes, Becca stopped. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can Angel. You are the strongest woman I know.” Chris leaned down to her. “You are my Angel, and you can do anything. One more, baby, give me one more.”

Becca gritted her teeth and pushed. “The head is out,” the doctor announced. “One more push!” And suddenly a wail filled the room as Becca laid down.

“Congratulations, a perfect baby boy!”

“He’s here?” Becca looked at Chris and then her chest as her new baby was placed on her. “Hi! Hi baby! Hi!” As tears streamed down her face.

“Oh my god, Becca, he’s beautiful.” Chris stared at his son as his own tears fell. “Thank you, Angel. Thank you.” He kissed her forehead as his son began to settle with the warmth of his mother.

“Ok, mom, we need to take some measurements and get you cleaned up so we need to take him.”

“Take him?” Becca panicked. “Chris?”

“I’m going with him. Relax Angel. You did amazing.” He kissed her softly and then followed his son to the other side where he was measured and weighed. As they cleaned up the goo on him, Chris couldn’t explain the feeling of warmth spreading in his chest. It was just like with Charlie, a pure love that was just there now.

“Ready dad?” The nurse smiled as she picked up his son.

“Yeah, I…”

“Open your shirt so he can feel you. Skin to skin is the best bonding right now.” Chris did as she said, and she laid this tiny human onto his chest.

“Hi son. Hi.” He cradled him as he settled against him.

“Does he have a name?”

Becca smiled. “Benjamin Richard Evans. Ben.”

“Well happy birthday Ben.” The nurse produced the Steelers signature towel, the Terrible Towel and placed it over the baby, a tradition at Mercy. “Welcome to Steelers Country.”

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