#it sure is rare for babies to be born in said hospital

[laurelwinchester]

man, pregnant women in soap operas just cannot catch a break. they're always giving birth in snowstorms or elevators or cars or during hostage situations. must be extremely stressful to be pregnant and living in one of those soap opera small towns. you'd spend the whole pregnancy wondering if you would be able to get an epidural in the hospital or if you'd wind up having to give birth in some random snowbank.

[rylie-m]

redemption

Summary: In which Y/N Thomas is left to raise her and Rafe Cameron’s baby after he refuses to take responsibility for it. He shows up after two years, ready to redeem himself, but is it too late?

Chapter 2:

After dropping Crew off at daycare, you start to walk towards the cafe that you agreed to meet Rafe at. You had fully thought you’d gotten rid of Rafe for good after his visit in the hospital when Crew was born, but he looked mature now and you were sure he thought that he was much more mature now than ever.

 Of course, Crew knows exactly who Rafe is, he’s seen pictures of him and he knows that he has a dad. He knows his Aunt Sarah, Uncle John B, and Aunt Wheezie very well. You figured that Ward and Rose knew who Crew was, and you had told Sarah to tell them about Crew if they asked, but she said that they had yet to ask. That’s why you were so unsure to bring Crew to meet Rafe this time around, depending on what Rafe had to say, you were willing to let them meet. You knew Crew, you knew his personality, and he would either love, or be terrified of Rafe the first time meeting him. 

With you being a single mom from the beginning, Crew was rarely around older men. Your father and John B were probably the only older men he interacted with, and they had both been around since the beginning. Crew knew a few of your friends' boyfriends, but you didn’t really bring Crew around men very often, there just weren’t many opportunities to. 

As you turned the corner, you saw heard Rafe’s big GMC truck pull into the parking lot, and decided that you’d wait for him so that you could walk in together. After a minute or so, Rafe sees you and starts walking to you. He looks really good. You internally groan at yourself because that was the first thing you thought of. 

He smiles at you and puts his hands in his pockets, “Hey, thank you for meeting me.” He says, feigning confidence. You smile tightly, “Hey, Rafe.” He goes to open the door and holds it open for you, walking in after you. After you both order- with Rafe paying for both of you- you find a table and sit in awkward silence across from each other. 

He takes a shaky breath before starting, “Listen, I wanted to apologize for everything-” You cut him off before he can go any further, “Don’t. I don’t need an apology. You sent money- even after I sent it back. You did what you said you were going to do, there’s no reason to apologize for it.” You say, matter of factly. He visibly deflates and exhales a long breath. “There’s no excuse for what I did though-” You cut him off again, shaking your head, “Rafe, you were 20, that’s an excuse in itself. I didn’t expect you to stay.” He furrows his brows and looks away, then in a quiet voice asks, “What’s he like?” You smile to yourself and start to talk about Crew. It’s obvious to Rafe that he is your whole world. 

After a while of catching up, talking about Crew, and making plans for dinner with him while Rafe is still in town, Rafe has to leave to go to a conference. Rafe stands awkwardly, and holds his arms out shyly. You smile lightly and give him a short hug. He still smells just like he did back then, clean, expensive, coastal. 

3 days later, you’re making dinner while Crew plays with his blocks on the kitchen floor when the doorbell rings. You take a deep breath, preparing for Crew to meet his father for the second time, and the first time that really counts. You smile at Crew and fix his hair, “Do you wanna help momma answer the door?” He nods quickly and jumps up from the floor. 

You look out the window that Crew’s face isn’t smushed against to see Rafe pacing, holding flowers and a suspiciously big box. He turns around and sees Crew’s face squished against the glass, and they make eye contact. You open the door, and Rafe pulls away from his son's curious blue eyes. 

“Hi.” He whispers.

“Hey, come in.” You say, pulling away from the door to let him in.

Crew is now hidden behind your legs, eyeing Rafe curiously. With his little brows furrowed and the slight pout on his face, he looks just like you, Rafe thinks. 

“Crew, honey, this is Rafe Cameron.” You say, picking him up. “He’s gonna be eating dinner with us.” He talks softly, leaning in slightly to talk to Crew, “Hey buddy,” He smiles, trying to soften himself, though it clearly doesn’t work because Crew’s brows scoop deeper towards the center of his face and he immediately ducks his face into your neck. Suddenly, the flowers in Rafes hands feel like they’re going to explode and the box of trains that he got Crew feel more equal to a 600 pound weight. 

You smile, reassuringly at Rafe, who is very clearly trying to connect, “He gets like this, especially around guys. Just give him some time and he’ll come around.” He nods and you show him into the living room, “Sorry he likes to spread his toys out everywhere,” Then you remember the box in his hand, “What is that?” He sets it down, taking it out of the bag, “Trains.” He says, trying not to sound nervous. Crew perks up slightly at that and looks at the bag, examining it. “And flowers, for you.” He states, holding them out, and Crew goes right back to where he was. 

You set Crew down and he immediately finds the fabric of your dress to hold in his hands while you take the flowers, “Thank you. I’m going to go find a vase, and dinner’s almost ready. Do you want a drink or anything?” He sits uncomfortably in the light blue armchair with a knitted yellow blanket with tiny sailboats on the hem, and shakes his head. You nod and lean down to face Crew, “Momma’s gonna be right in the kitchen, okay? Then I’ll be right back.” As Rafe observes you, he remembers vividly that it was the same comforting voice that nursed him back to health in his old room in Chapel Hill, when he woke up with food poisoning while being violently hungover. 

You disappear behind a set of opened double doors, while Crew and Rafe stay frozen in place. Crew looks at Rafe, watching him, while Rafe tries not to make any sudden movements. Rafe moves his hand to the box of trains, slowly and speaks gently, “I heard you liked planes, and trains. I tried to look for a bunch of planes, but couldn’t find them. So, I hope you can settle for trains.” He turns the front of the box towards Crew, showing him the pictures of the collection of plastic toy trains. Crew eyes Rafe, then points to the box, “Trains?” He says, in a tiny voice, his R being replaced with a slight W. Rafes eyes light up and he nods, “Trains.” You walk in, unknowingly ruining Rafe’s only chance that Crew would give him so far, as Crew immediately finds your dress to hold again. You sit on the cream couch and Crew scrambles to sit next to you, on the cushion furthest from Rafe. The whole night goes by just like that. Making awkward conversation about work and family with Rafe over spaghetti and Crew staying as far away from Rafe as humanly possible, even when you tried to encourage him to play with the trains Rafe got him. Unbeknownst to you and Rafe, Crew woke up this morning and now had more of an interest in sailboats. 

After an awkward 2 hours of Rafe trying to interact with Crew, and Crew having none of it. The little boy went down for his nap. That’s the first excuse you give to Rafe, explaining why the little boy wanted nothing to do with his dad. The next excuse is probably more likely, and unfortunately, news you’ll have to break to Rafe. 

“He’s sweet, but he hates me.” Rafe says, disappointed. Still sitting in the chair you left him in before Crew fell asleep. You wonder if it’s with himself or with you for not trying to create more contact from Crew to Rafe. You sit on the chair next to him, “Rafe, I think there’s something you need to know if you plan on sticking around.”

hi everyone, sorry this took soooo long, i've been really busy :( but i hope you like this!

[ken-dom]

Come Back To Me

Holland March x Mrs March

Summary: Nightmare or dream? Why not both.

Author's notes: Written as part one to @heresthestorymorningglory's heartbreakingly gorgeous Holland x reader fic, Of Dreams And Dances, which came about after she had a dream that eerily coincided with the contents of a deleted scene I was watching from what turned out to be one of our favourite films. Of which the main theme is coincidences. Coincidence or not, it resulted in us teaming up to explore Holland as a husband and a father, and what his future could look like.

Warnings/content: fluff, angst, mentions of pregnancy (and conception — one nsfw line from holland midway through), alcohol

It had been a quiet Saturday. All three of them, taking advantage of some rare time at home to relax together.

Holland had a case. Technically. It wasn’t one he was particularly worried about, just a simple problem he could string out for more cash while doing the bare minimum. And with a relatively new baby at home, who could blame him?

Well, Holly wasn’t really a baby. Holly was three and a half years old now. But he still called her his baby, wishing the time hadn’t moved so fast since she was born, hoping that she wouldn’t grow up too fast and have to take on the horrors of responsibility in the real world too soon. He wanted to protect her for as long as he could, be a better dad to her than his own father was to him. Let her have the childhood he wished he’d had.

So he would take the money, regardless of the morals involved, and use it all for her, to build her a future.

He still remembered the moment in the hospital when his wife had looked up at him, glowing after a horribly long labour, and said, ‘She’s perfect. I want to name her Holly. After you.’

His heart broke every time he remembered that moment, because already, at three years old it seemed too long ago. But he wanted to live in it forever.

Today had been almost as perfect, the entire world shut out as they enjoyed their perfect little bubble in their perfect little house, Holland not even bothering to dress properly and his wife feeding him chocolates and making him tea “the English way” — whatever the fuck that meant — reading to each other and to Holly, playing hide and seek with her between naps and lazing around. It was heaven. He was in heaven.

‘Holland, darling, put some music on!’ His wife cooed when she appeared from upstairs, finding Holland slumped over the kitchen table. She tugged at his shoulder. ‘Come on, let’s dance.’

Holland didn’t budge for a moment, lost in a haze of melancholy nostalgia. His life was completely perfect, he knew that, so why couldn’t he live in the moment and just fucking enjoy it instead of lamenting how three years had passed so suddenly? Four, if you counted the pregnancy.

‘Holland, darling, what’s the matter?’ his wife pressed, sitting down on the chair beside him and laying her head on the table too.

He loved that about her. She always got on his level, always managed to soothe him back to her so easily.

He slowly lifted his head and his big, round, blue eyes locked on hers, glistening with something unreadable. ‘I wanna have another one.’

‘Another one what?’

‘Another baby.’

‘Oh-’

Before she could even really answer, he had sprung up, his chair crashing to the floor behind him, and he had offered his hand out, pulling her close to him when she took it, and breathing her in as she pressed close. She felt so warm against him.

‘You can’t name the next one after me, too, though. It’s gonna get silly.’

She chuckled against his chest, swaying with him. ‘Why, how many little Hollands are you planning?’

‘Oh, hundreds. I was thinking, we should try for twins this time, get two in one go.’

‘Steady, Holland, you’re not the one carrying them. Besides I don’t think it works like that.’

‘I’m serious — what do you eat to get twins?’

‘I’m not sure…’

‘Whatever it is, I'll find out and I’ll make it for you every day,’ he leaned closer to her ear, whispering, ‘and I’ll pump you full of me every night until your belly is full with our children.’

She giggled, slapping him playfully on the chest. ‘I would have a hundred children with you, you know that?’

‘Wanna start tonight?’

She looked up at him, smiling at his dumb but seductive expression. ‘Yes I absolutely do. And I’ll do my best to get you twins.’

He kissed her tenderly, arms tightening around her shoulders as they swayed.

There was no music. There didn’t need to be. He hummed, though, low against her ear, the tune of her favourite song, gradually adding in the words until he was serenading her.

‘Dad-’

Holland looked up, toward the stairs but Holly hadn’t appeared at the top, looking for him.

‘Dad.’

‘Honey? Was that-’

But his wife was silent, face buried against his chest.

‘Dad!’

Rubbing at the wedding band around his finger with his thumb, he closed his eyes, it was there. It was safe.

When he opened his eyes again, Holly was in front of him.

He grasped for his wife, arms flailing in front of him, but there was nothing. She was gone. So was the ring.

And Holly was… older. Almost ten years older by the look of her. 

Had he fallen asleep dancing with his wife? He needed to get back to her, needed to snap out of whatever vision this was.

‘Dad, wake up!’

‘Believe me, I’m trying,’ he slurred, mouth struggling around the words. ‘Why am I wet?’

‘Because you’re in the tub again. I told you to get undressed next time. You’re gonna ruin all your suits!’

Holland groaned. The water was cold and he was shivering. It felt real. This was no vision, no dream. This was real.

‘You need to get up, Mr. Healy’s here to see you.’ Holly growled with frustration and turned on her heal, storming out of the bathroom to carry on making breakfast.

‘Tell him I’ll be out in ten minutes,’ Holland grunted, flopping back into the cold water and closing his eyes. ‘Come back to me,’ he breathed, her song playing on loop in his mind all the while, ‘come back to me. We were gonna make twins, come back-’

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Like a Shark

"Alright, everyone, let's all go sit on the carpet for Monday Morning Meet-up," Patton announced to his kinder class.

The crew of five year olds scrambled to pick a colored square out on the carpet in front of the white board. A small squabble broke out over a yellow square, but was settled easily enough and soon Patton was on the floor in front of his class.

"Okay. Can someone raise a quiet hand to share something exciting about their weekend?" He was surprised, but pleased, to see Logan's hand shoot up almost before he could finish the question. He was well spoken for his age, but rarely volunteered to speak and even regularly refused to speak when called on to answer a question Patton knew full well he could easily answer.

"Logan. What exciting thing happened for you this weekend?" He asked, wanting to encourage the boy to speak out.

"My cousin Janus was born."

"Oh that is very exciting!" Patton agreed. "Did you go to visit him?"

"Uh-huh. We went to the hospital and I got to hold him and on the way home my Daddy told me babies are borned like sharks and that's why my Aunt's belly got so big. Cause she was holding his egg in her belly."

Patton blinked on shock. "Uh. That's-" He shook his head. This was above his pay grade. "That's a really interesting story, Logan, thank you very much for sharing with us. Um. I'm. Really excited to hear about your new cousin. Um." He shook his head, trying to regain his thoughts. "Yeah. Okay, so if you guys have questions about...babies, let's just save them for you moms and dads okay?"

---

"Am I in trouble, Papa?" Logan asked staring up at Virgil with big brown eyes.

"I don't think so, bud, you're teacher just wanted to talk to me for a few minutes."

"But Teacher Patton only says that when someone got in trouble at school," Logan pointed out, worry coming to his small voice. "I didn't mean to get in trouble, I didn't even hit anyone today!"

Virgil gave a crooked smile, trying to hide his amusement, and knelt to be eye level with the tot. "I really don't think you're in trouble, Lo. Teacher Patton just said there was something he needed to tell me. Remember last time you were in trouble he wanted to talk to both of us. This time he just wants to talk to me, so I'm pretty sure you're just fine, pal."

Logan nodded with a little frown, clearly unconvinced.

"Hey," Virgil rested a hand on Logan's small shoulder. "I want you to take a deep breath, remember how I showed you? In through your nose out through your mouth. There ya go, pal. One more time. Good. Okay. Now let's think about this. Why are you worried about getting into trouble?"

"I don't know," he whined.

"Okay," Virgil nodded. "That's okay. Sometimes I don't know why I'm worried either. I want you to think about something, okay? In the past, what's the worst thing that's happened after you got in trouble?"

"Well. One time Josiah hit me back after I pushed him."

Virgil choked back a snort. "Yeah, that's true. But he got in trouble too, right? Did your dad and I stop loving you though?"

Logan shook his head. "No."

"Did we get mad and yell at you?"

"No."

"We talked about it, right? And came up with something to help when the angry feels or the sad feelings get too big, right?"

Logan nodded.

"Okay. So if you are in trouble, and that's a big if right now, what do you think we'll do?"

"Talk about it so you can help me more?"

"That's right. Are we ever gonna love you less because you got in trouble?"

Logan shook his head with a little sniffle.

"That's right." Virgil planted a kiss on his forehead. "You're dad and I love you more than anything in the whole wide world and nothing is going to change that."

Logan pitched forward, throwing his arms around Virgil’s shoulders. "Love you too, Papa."

Virgil smiled. "Okay. It looks like everyone's gone now, so I'm gonna talk to Teacher Patton. Maybe you can draw a picture of how you feel and we can talk about it more after if we need to."

---

Logan glanced up when he heard a light tapping on the table.

"Hey, munchkin," Virgil crouched next to him. "Good news: You're not in trouble. Teacher Patton just wanted me to give a message to Daddy since he knew he has to work too late to pick you up himself. You ready to go or do you need two more minutes to wind this up?"

Logan looked thoughtfully at his picture and quickly colored in a splotch of purple over one of the stick figures on the page. "Okay. Now I'm ready," he announced.

---

"Hey," Virgil greeted his husband, going up on his tiptoes as Remus slipped his arms around his waist.

"Well, good evening Mr. Summers," Remus replied smoothly and stole a quick kiss.

Virgil shook his head before Remus could steal another. "Uh-uh. You are in trouble," he said, his tone only half teasing.

"Ooh. Good trouble or bad trouble?" Remus asked with cheeky grin and interlocked his fingers in the small of Virgil's back, holding him close.

"Logan thought he was gonna be in trouble because of you."

Remus's face fell. "What? What happened?"

"He told his class what you told him about how babies are born," Virgil explained, and pulled his arms back, folding them over his chest and Remus let him go. "So Patton asked to meet with me about it and Logan thought he was in trouble because that's the only time his teacher wants to talk with us after school."

"Oops," Remus offered sheepishly.

"You told him Janus was born out of an egg like a shark?" He asked incredulously.

"No. Not...exactly. He...noticed that Vanessa looked different after Janus was born and had the idea about sharks himself."

"And you just, what? Told him that was right?"

"What else was I supposed to tell him, Virge? He's five. I wasn't gonna explain that to him!"

"You could have just told him that people don't have eggs-"

"Okay, but-"

"Don't," Virgil cut in, pointing a warning finger. "I know where you're going with that and don't even go there. Okay? There is no hatching involved with human children, Remus. That's all you had to say. 'It's kinda like sharks, except there's no egg.'. That's it!"

"Oh c'mon, you know he would've had more questions than that if I didn't tell him he was right."

"That doesn't mean you can lie to him, Remus! He told the whole class babies come from eggs like sharks because he trusts you. What's gonna happen tomorrow when some kid tells him their daddy told them he was wrong and that you were wrong or that you lied to him about it? He's probably gonna deck the kid!"

Remus sighed and scratched his brow with his thumb. "Okay," he conceded. "Yeah, you're right. I'll go talk to him."

"Thank you."

"Yeah," Remus nodded and turned to go find Logan.

"Hey." Virgil caught his wrist and pulled close. He went up on his tiptoes again and kissed Remus. "Thank you," he said sincerely.

Remus received the kiss and nodded. "I'll go talk to him," he said again and slipped from the kitchen.

Virgil sighed as he walked away.

---

"Hey, monster," Remus greeted softly as he poked his head into Logan's room.

Logan glanced up from his picture book and frowned. "How come you're sad?"

Remus snickered half heartedly. "What are you Sherlock Holmes?" He teased as he came to sit across the floor from Logan.

Logan frowned. "I don't know who that is."

"He's...from a story and he's really smart and notices lots of things." Remus shook his head and waved the thought away. "That's not the point. Hey, Papa told me about what happened at school today."

"Oh. Am I in trouble now?"

"No, sunshine. But I kinda made a mistake. Remember the other day when you asked if people babies were born like shark babies and I told you they were?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, well. That wasn't really true. It's kinda the same, but there's not really an egg like with sharks. But I said there was because you kinda already know how that works and it's more confusing and honestly kinda gross for humans. So just in case someone says something about it tomorrow, you can tell them I told you it wasn't really like sharks. You don't have to announce it, but I didn't want someone to make you upset by telling you I lied or somethin', okay?"

Logan nodded. "Okay," he answered easily. "Thank you for telling me."

Remus smiled and ruffled Logan's hair. "You're welcome, buddy."

"Daddy?" Logan's face scrunched in deep thought.

"Yeah, sunshine?"

"Are babies borned different when they're adopted?"

"No," Remus replied, deciding he wasn't about to explain c-sections, "all babies are born the same."

"Then how come there's no pictures of me when I was a baby like the the picture Papa took when I was holding Janus?"

Remus let out a breath. "That's." He sighed. "I don't know why exactly," he answered, honestly. "You were about two when we adopt you, and. There just weren't any pictures with your other stuff."

"Does that mean there's no pictures of my mommy?" Logan asked thoughtfully.

"No, baby," Remus answered softly. "We don't have any pictures from before you came to live with us."

"Hm."

"What are you thinking in that big brain of yours?" Remus gently prompted after a moment.

"I don't know yet," Logan replied. "I think I feel sad cause there's pictures like with Janus."

"Yeah, that makes sense. And I wish I had something to give you to make you feel better, but I can do is tell you that your papa and I love you very much and we're gonna make sure you get lots of pictures with us to have when you get big, okay?"

Logan leaned over and wrapped his bony arms around Remus. "That does make me feel better. I love you too."

Remus faintly smiled and kissed his head. "I'm glad that helps."

---

"Hey- Re, what's wrong?" Virgil asked and quickly made his way to the couch when Remus dropped heavily on it.

"He, uh, asked about his mom, why we don't have pictures of him he was a baby like Janus."

Virgil sighed. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for that," he said and massaged between Remus's shoulders.

Remus shrugged a shoulder. "We knew he would eventually, I just feel bad that we don't have anything to give him. Y'know? We don't even really have a name we can give him. He's a curious kid, that's gonna eat at him. I mean, it eats at me and I know about my birth parents."

"I know, babe," Virgil answered softly. "Those are kind different situations, though."

"Not really."

"Yeah, really. I know you and Ro were little when you guys were adopted, but you were older than Logan is now. You were old enough to remember them. That makes a huge difference. He might miss her in missing the opportunity of getting to know her, but he won't miss her from the experience of knowing her."

Remus nodded and rubbed his face. "It's just stupid cause they weren't even that great, y'know?"

"But they were all you had then and you didn't even realize they weren't great till you were older. It doesn't make it stupid for you to miss them, rag doll."

Remus tilted sideways until his head lightly bonked against Virgil's. "Thanks, spooky."

Virgil smiled faintly, and pecked his cheek. "Listen, about earlier. I know I came off a little strong, I really didn't give you any time to decompress and settle down from work and I kinda snapped at you about the whole thing, and I'm sorry for that."

"I mean, you're right, he definitely would have socked anyone that told him I was wrong."

"That doesn't make how I talked to you okay. And I'm sorry."

Remus rolled his eyes, exaggerated and playful. "I guess I can forgive you." He smiled and slung an arm over Virgil’s shoulders, pulling him close and kissing his temple. "Thanks, Virge. Of course I'll forgive you. I'm also gonna get petty revenge though," he added matter of factly.

Virgil snorted. "Coming from you? I'd expect nothing less."

[bobbinalong]

updated wip. frankly, i don't know how long this'll be, this might be mostly done, it might not, it's 5am and my brain is starting to turn to mush.

He shifted uncomfortably in the hard orange plastic chair, desperate to chew on his nails, hyper aware of the woman next to him, who, though slumped and exhausted, would no doubt look up if he took off his mask.

He couldn't let her see him.

The lines were starting to blur.

His eyes, too.

The Robin tunic itched underneath his ill-fitting hospital scrubs.

"You're … a nurse, right?"

Crystal glanced up at him. Cleared her throat.

"I … Yes. I am."

"So, how long … I mean. Hm. You know how long these things usually take, then, right? C-sections. Do they take long? Do you think they're almost done?"

He didn't turn his head to look at her, instead staring at the clock above the waiting room door, but he saw her straighten in the corner of his eye, saw her wipe stray tears from her flushed cheeks with her sleeve.

She looked almost as tired as the first time he'd seen her.

She hadn't in months.

Her voice was soft when she replied.

"I'm not sure how long we've been here, to be honest with you. It's all been such a haze. But c-sections usually take about fourty minutes. Fifty, maybe. You know how these things go."

He didn't.

"Never quite the same twice."

It had been ten minutes since they'd shooed him out of the room.

They had felt like an hour. They had felt like a day.

Time didn't move quite right in hospital waiting rooms.

He wondered if they'd have let him stay with Stephanie if he'd lied and said he was the baby's father. He was sick with worry for her, itching to get back into that room, where he'd do nothing but get in the nurses' way.

He fiddled with his gloves.

He'd rarely felt so useless.

Robin was supposed to help, not sit around where he wasn't needed, uniform hidden from view, counting the seconds loudly ticking by.

But he wasn't Robin now, was he?

He was just Steph's boyfriend, out of his depth, scared out of his mind.

Crystal took his hand, then.

Tim blinked in surprise.

"I'm glad you're here, Alvin."

She tried to smile.

There was no covering her worry.

"You are?"

"I don't know exactly what you and Steph are to each other." She sighed, thumb rubbing slow circles on the back of his hand. "But I do know that you mean an awful lot to her. She was asking for you the whole way here. And she must be important to you, too. I don't know many teenage boys who'd show up at four in the morning to hold their friend's hand through something like this."

Her smile reached her eyes for a moment.

He felt his ears burn.

"Yeah, well … I kinda love her."

He looked down at the tip of his right boot. Couldn't help but shake his head.

"And I'm not even holding her hand."

"Neither am I." She squeezed his fingers. "But at least I've got yours, huh?"

"Yeah …"

He bit his lip.

"Mrs Brown? She'll be fine, right? I mean … this is standard. Normal stuff. This happens all the time. Steph's gonna be good and the baby's gonna be good and … and …"

And he wished Batman had covered labour and delivery more extensively in their medical training. Or that he'd picked up the baby book on Steph's nightstand when he'd last been in Gotham, at least. Has had trouble even remembering those few birthing classes he'd taken her to.

"I just …"

And now his lip was quivering.

Great.

"You're worried about Steph. So am I. That's why I'm glad you're here. But you're also right⁠—she will be alright. The doctor knows what she's doing. The nurses do, too. She's in very good, very capable hands."

Tim nodded.

Sniffled.

Tried to blink away a tear and failed.

He dragged his free hand across his face.

⁠"I'm sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for, kid. This is all … a lot."

"Mmh."

"You know, Steph was born by C-section, too. It wasn't as scary as all this, though. We'd known she was breech. Tried everything to get her to turn around, but you know Stephanie⁠—she's nothing if not stubborn, always has been. Gets it from both sides, too", another sigh, "so it's not like she stood much of a chance in that regard."

He smiled.

"What was she like as a baby? Besides stubborn, I mean?"

"Oh, she was very by the books. Hit all the right milestones at all the right times. And as soon as she could crawl, she was everywhere at once, getting into everything. I suppose that hasn't changed much, either."

This time, he snorted.

Crystal patted his hand.

"She was a better kid than I deserved. Still is."

Her eyes drifted to the clock.

His followed.

"Do you know⁠—?"

"Twenty minutes. I mean, it's been twenty minutes. So they might be halfway done now, right?"

"They might."

In another twenty or thirty minutes, his girlfriend would be a mother.

Or maybe she already was.

Which made him think.

"Mrs Brown?"

"Hm?"

"When we talked on the phone the other day … Steph and I, I mean … she mentioned … well, I mean, … I know you guys set up for an adoption and all, but it sounded like … like maybe she wasn't sure about that. And I just …"

He furrowed his brow.

Bounced his leg nervously.

"I guess I just wondered if she said something about that. To you. Because … Hm. I didn't react too well."

"It's a difficult decision to make. One I can't imagine having to make, let alone at sixteen. And I know Stephanie's been having second thoughts about the adoption for a while now. I'm not sure she'd made up her mind by the time she went into labour. We'll have to wait and see."

"Oh."

His fingers tapped an erratic rhythm against his knee.

"And you'd be fine with that?"

When she let go off his hand, he felt deprived somehow.

He lifted his chin when Crystal stood up.

Her steps echoed quietly through the empty waiting room.

"Why would I not?"

"I don't … I don't know. I guess … well, you've not prepared for a baby, right? You didn't expect to take one home."

She waved her hand as if to dismiss his concerns.

"Those things can be figured out. What's important is that Steph can live with her decision.

[spurgie-cousin]

The whole home birth this is sooo personal and all the institutional problems with hospitals make it a sensitive topic. Idk it’s hard to say without knowing exactly what someone’s complications are if there is immediate risk, long term risk, risk for the mother or baby or both.

As someone who planned for a home birth but didn’t end up doing one because of complications, my complications were not emergency related. A complication could be that the baby pooped, that your water broke or your labour is slow. Nothing inherently wrong but poses other risks at different levels of severity.

Not defending anyone just wanted to point out complications are a suuuper vague term and range from emergency to monitoring in a hospital environment. It can mean anything that isn’t going routinely under specific (sometimes legal) medical definitions and can come up at any time. Many of these don’t need any monitoring once the baby is born and can leave the hospital soon after (Some do ofc).

For example, if you are being monitored for non emergency related complications you can have a home-like “natural birth” just have an IV in and a heart monitor strapped to your stomach.

Anyway just wanted to point out that just because someone has had “complications” doesn’t mean they will repeat or that it endangers subsequent labours or pregnancies.

Again..........................context.

Bethany said the "complications" thing I referenced in response to a question about someone being VERY afraid of serious medical complications. And I paraphrased, she said a lot of other things in her random answers/rants like "complications" are "rare" (which if she's operating by your definition sounds even more false than it did to me originally). I'm sure she was trying to make her feel better but it's just not accurate or ethical to tell people not to worry about planning for these kinds of things when it comes to birth.

So I thank you for the information but this is tangential at best.

[reira-layla]

December

Plot: Shigure recalls the night Akito was born

She took her first breath in this world on a cold December night. 

He remembered every detail of that night. It had snowed so much that it had been impossible for Ren to make it to the hospital. Akito Sohma was born at home, screaming so loudly that her cries could be heard miles away. 

Shigure didn't need to hear her cries to know that she was finally here. Tears streamed down his face as he recalled the morning of her conception and all the feelings he'd felt. The feeling now was even more intense, just knowing that she now lived and breathed in the same world that he did. 

"Gure!" A voice came from the entrance-way. Opening the door, Shigure let Ayame in. No words needed to be exchanged. Both boys already knew what had taken place and how life changing that night would become. It was a night they'd remember for the rest of their lives. "She's here…" he said softly to Ayame. "At long last!" Aya chimed in, a hint of amusement in his voice. They had been waiting this entire time to meet her. Shigure had been secretly hoping that she'd come early but that hadn't been the case. 

"I want to go see her. Just to make sure she's real," Shigure said with a smile. He knew she was real but she was so special to them already and he didn't think he'd be able to sleep that night if he wasn't able to see her. "You can't see her. They don't want anyone to know that she's a girl," said Hatori who'd just made his way to the door, eyeing the other two boys. In his excitement, Shigure had failed to close the door after letting Ayame in. 

"What do you mean they don't want anyone to know she's a girl? We know. We've known." Shigure couldn't help but feel annoyed. He wondered if maybe something had been wrong with the baby and Akira had decided to keep her a secret. Something wasn't right. After a moment, it dawned on Shigure that Ren's entire pregnancy had almost seemed like a secret. They had rarely seen her around the estate. In fact, it was almost as if she was avoiding them. 

"I'm going to see her," he said, stubbornly. "You can't. Why don't you ever listen to me? You can't just show up and demand to see her." Hatori was already annoyed by Shigure's persistence and refusal to think things through. Although he was young, Hatori had already learned that he needed to be the voice of reason when it came to his two friends. Of course he and Ayame had felt the desire to meet their god as well but Shigure was borderline obsessed. At least that's how it seemed. 

"Perhaps in the morning we can all go!" Ayame always had to make sure that they heard him. “That's a better idea. Still a bit stupid but it's better than going right now," Hatori said, feeling exhausted by having to think logically for himself and both of his friends. 

Despite the plan to visit their god the next day, Shigure just couldn't let it go. Hatori and Ayame walked back to their own houses, content with waiting until morning. Shigure was too young to make sense of anything he was feeling. He was so overwhelmed and knew deep down that nothing would satisfy him until he got to meet her. Sleeping proved to be impossible despite how hard he'd tried. The boy was young and reckless, refusing to listen to reason. Driven by his own desperation, Shigure got out of bed and left his house, making sure that he didn't wake up his parents in the process. They would've been furious. 

In truth, Shigure had no idea what he would say to Akira when he arrived at the main house. Surely he couldn't just demand to see the baby. Everyone would think he was crazy. It was cold outside and he'd forgotten to bundle up on his way out. The snow was up to his knees. Shivering, the boy made his way towards the main house. As he was about to reach up for the bell, a maid came outside and caught sight of him.

"Why are you here? Are you lost?" Her tone was patronizing. Before he could speak, he heard the cries of a baby coming from behind the door. His heart seemed to pop out of his chest at that moment. He'd waited so long for her. Shigure understood all too well that his actions were foolish but he was being driven by a love he'd never experienced before. 

"May I see her? Please. Only for a moment. She's important, you know." The maid glared at him but before she could open her mouth again, Akira appeared in the entrance-way. Upon seeing Shigure, he raised an eyebrow and looked inquisitively at the boy. "Shigure… What brings you here? It's very late." Just as the boy was going to answer, Akira nodded to show he understood. He knew how important his child was to the zodiac members. "You're here for her, aren't you? I knew at least one of you boys would show up. You can see her for a moment but then you have to go home." 

Shigure's eyes lit up. He couldn't believe that he'd be the first to meet god. Following Akira into the house, he looked around for signs of Ren. "Where's…" he began. "Sleeping in another room." Although he found it odd that the baby's mother had gone to sleep away from her baby, he didn't ask anything further. Following Akira, he almost didn't notice as they approached the baby in her cot. 

To say that he was overwhelmed with emotion was an understatement. Wanting to appear more mature than he actually was, he knew he couldn't cry or show any signs of weakness. The baby wouldn't remember the first time she'd met him but it would be something he would always remember. The baby was much smaller than he'd expected her to be. Given that he had no younger siblings, he knew very little about babies. She was wearing white and had her mother's hair color. "Her name is Akito," Akira whispered to him.  Akito. He wanted to tell her that he was happy that she'd finally arrived and that they'd all been waiting for her, but she was too little to even understand how important she was. Shigure reached inside the baby's cot and stroked her cheek softly. "Akito…"

[br-ea-th-in--g-blog]

Tom was born in 1942 with eyes of blue

And the doctors said that his birth was far too fast

His heart stopped twice but yet he survived

As he took his first breath, his mother took her last

And his father knew that he wasn't to blame

But he never quite looked at Tom the same after that

And he rarely spoke about her, but when he did

He said, "Your mother used to say this

"When the skies are looking bad my dear

And your heart's lost all its hope

After dawn there will be sunshine

And all the dust will go

The skies will clear my darling

I'll wake up with the one I love the most

And in the morning, I'll make you up

Some tea and toast"

Well, they met through a friend who introduced them

And the first thing Tom said was, "Would you like to dance?"

They moved with each other

And when the music got slower he said, "Don't let go of my hand"

He said, "It's only polite if I ask you tonight

Would it be alright, if I could walk you home?"

That night he told her of his birth and he said when it hurt

He thought about what his mother said about tea and toast

Well, two quick years went by, they were side by side

And without a plan they conceived a little child

He said, "Woman, I love you and this you know

But I only yearn enough for our food and clothes

But I love you and this baby until the day that I die"

She said, "We'll take care of this little life

And we'll fall in love with her baby blue eyes

And we'll be alright from some advice that I know"

She said, "I never got to meet her, but if I did

I'm sure your mother would have said this

"When the skies are looking bad my dear

And your heart's lost all its hope

After dawn there will be sunshine

And all the dust will go

The skies will clear my darling

We'll show this baby all the love we know

And in the morning, I'll make you up

Some tea and toast"

Well, he took those words and he made them proud

He worked day after day and hour after hour

So that they could buy a little house just on the outside of town

Their little girl grew up and so did they

They said that they loved each other everyday

And forty years later, that brings us to now

And as they're walking down the street, her grip loosens on his hand

He puts his arm around her side as she falls to the ground

He hears her breathing and that's the only sound

Her body on the floor attracts a worried crowd

Tears roll off his face as he says, "Don't let go, now"

And he's sitting by her bed in the hospital ward

Then their daughter walks in with a family of her own

She says, "Dad, I don't know if she can hear you now

But there's one thing mum would want you to know"

"When the skies are looking bad my dear

And your heart's lost all its hope

After dawn there will be sunshine

And all the dust will go

The skies will clear my darling

Now it's time for you to let go

Our girl will wake you up in the mornin'

With some tea and toast"

[simauita]

15 Questions, 5 Mutuals

Tagged by @wikiblair. I have not played any tumblr ask game in a while, thanks!

Are you named after anyone? Not really. Someone in my family has said that if I had been a boy, they would have named me after my dad’s friend and that the name I have as a girl is a shortened version of that friend’s name. But it does not really make sense because the names are not related and not even that similar so I chose not to believe it. 

When was the last time I cried? Not sure, probably yesterday or two days ago over some Instagram video. I am a bit of a cry-baby.

Do you have kids? No, I’m way too young. I definitely want a kid one day though. Probably two of them.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I used to when I was in my teens but not as much anymore. A healthy amount, I’d say.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? It varies depending on what is most noticeable about them, sometimes it’s an outfit, a haircut, their make-up or even eye color...  But usually probably their general appearance/looks/body-shape and then face. 

What’s your eye color? Something between green and hazel. Closer to green but it’s not a very striking color, more like yellowish, brownish olive green.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, I love happy endings! I’m especially a fan of romantic comedies (emphasis on the comedy aspect) so happy endings are my thing.

Any special interests? Not really, I am very boring. Sometimes I do pick up something interesting but it rarely lasts. Used to be obssesed with Greek mythology as a kid (unrelated to Percy Jackson, which I discovered much later).

Where were you born? The Czech Republic. A hospital in my city. Not sure what type of answer I am supposed to give here :D

What are your hobbies? Reading books (mostly fantasy) and fanfiction (almost exclusively supercorp). Learning languages. Creating all sorts of art and DIY projects but I rarely have time. Watching shows and movies. Bullet journaling. Travelling. 

Have any pets? Yes, two cats! They are family cats but my mum and I are the primary caretakers. My dad also has a dog that the rest of the family has to walk and feed although we never ever wanted a dog. 

What sports do you play/have you played? I used to be a competitive swimmer and now I often tell myself I could go for a swim every now and then but I never do. But I used to be pretty good in all sorts of sports, especially running and ball games. I also did archery for a short time but never attended any competitions or anything even though I was pretty accurate when I still practiced. Finally, in my country you attend more-or-less compulsory dance lessons where they teach you basics of classical dances when you’re 16–17. I really enjoyed those so I continued dancing for some time after that too.

How tall are you? Taller than most girls but not enough to stand out. About 173 cm (5 f 8 inch). I used to wish to be smaller but now I am okay with my height I think.

Favorite subject in school? Czech. 

Dream job? I don’t know. When I was a kid I wanted to be an artist, then a teacher. Later discovered passion for languages and wanted to be a linguist or a translator or an editor. Those jobs do not pay much though, so I don’t know. If I could choose anything regardless of pay, then definitely an artist. 

Tagging: @ostropest @constant-sapphic-breakdown @mycatismyeditor @softinkhaven @luthordamnvers Sorry if someone did not want to be tagged, let me know and I’ll remove the tag!

[pukerman-swag]

(JACQUELINE PUCKERMAN) who looks an awful lot like (ZENDAYA COLEMAN) has just been seen around Port Whitley!  Apparently (SHE) is a (27) year old (CIS FEMALE) born on (AUGUST 6TH) and has been in the city for (14 YEARS) living in (OAK BROOK) and is a (FIRE FIGHTER). If there is a quote to describe them it would be “YOU CAN LOVE ME OR HATE ME, I SWEAR IT WON’T BREAK ME” -Lil Wayne. But we have yet to make up our mind if that is accurate. [Kia, 30+, She/her, EST]

I. BASIC

Full Name: Jacqueline Ruth Puckerman

Nicknames: Jackie, JP, Jacks

Age: 27

Face Claim: Zendaya Coleman

Birthdate: August 6th

Hometown: Port Whitley, CT via Detroit, MI

Height: 5ft 11in

Sexual Orientation: Lezbean

Marital Status: Single, Pimpin’

Gender Identity: Cisgender female

Occupation: Firefighter

Neighborhood: Oak Brook

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Pets: Jean Luc Picard - The Ferrat 

More info and Full bio below the cut

II. Personality

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Nuetral

Personality Type: Champion (ENFP)

Avatar Element: Fire

GOT House: House Targaryen

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Zodiac: Leo

Positive Traits: confident, loyal, flirty, compassionate

Negative Traits: Jaded, stubborn, suspicious

Pet Peeves: TBD.

Bad Habits: Smoking MJ too often to deal with things

III. Other

Religion: Jewish Secularism.

Political Party: Liberal

Piercings: 5

Tattoos: 4

Typical Attire: Tomboy Chic.

Scent: Paco Rabanne: 1 Million Eau de Toilette

Hobbies: Dancing, cooking, eating, writing letters to Oprah asking to be adopted, smoking

Phobias: Centipedes 

Psychiatric Disorders: Depression

Physical/Genetic Disorders: None.

Family Information: Pamela Barrett met Levi Puckerman at a nightclub in downtown Detroit while she was waitressing. He was charming, and she was… young and dumb. She fell far too quickly. She never thought she’d be the type of woman who would believe a man who said his wife just didn’t understand him or genuinely love him, but she was in too deep by the time the “wife” jab came her way. Levi promised he would end his marriage over and over again, but once she found out she was pregnant with her son, Pam knew she was the one who had to be done. And she was done, but a few years later, a run-in with that stupid beautiful familiar face, and too many tequila sunrises later and baby number 2 with the man she loved so much it hurt, but it hurt too bad to love. Levi went back to his family, and Pam decided that she and her two children would be family enough for her.

IV. Biography

Jaqueline Ruth Puckerman was a self-reliant kid; you had to be when your mother worked so much that you only saw her when she was waking you up in the morning, throwing food in front of you before heading off to another shift, or on a rare occasion kissing you goodnight. Pam worked hard to ensure they had a roof over their head, food on the table, and whatever luxuries she could provide her children. Jackie was good with being on her own, she could get into whatever she wanted, and there was no one around to bother her or question her because who really cared what she did?

Sure, her mom loved her, but she was never around, her big brother was barely older than she was, and her dad, well fuck him. Jackie had a picture of him she found in her mom's drawer when she was 7, and she'd just sit and stare daggers in it, praying he'd get some form of mutated killer chicken pox or something. Jackie ran the streets and got into trouble regularly; it was called having fun people, until one day, the little girl walked into the wrong house at the wrong time and got herself hurt. Pam knew her daughter was a handful, but she didn't have the time to watch after her like she should. She just hoped things would work out, that was until she got a call from the hospital.

Jackie hadn't wanted to move to some small town she'd barely heard of. All of her friends were in the D, and Detroit was home, and there was no way they were going to top the food. Also, there was the fact that this is where the donor and his 'real' family lived. Unfortunately, it turns out being 13 meant you had no say in where you lived. It just so happened to also be where her mother’s grandparent’s lived. The woman had fond memories or something that didn’t convince Jackie that her mother knew what she was doing at all. But Port Whitley here they come. Pam had a plan, nursing school, which was great, except being a full-time student while working full time didn't help with the whole spending time with your kid's thing. It was a good thing Jackie was used to basically raising herself by that point.

After a few months passed and Jackie had successfully charmed and/or pissed off the locals, she needed a new project, and since they couldn’t afford her dance classes anymore, all of her projects ended in trouble. Somehow the latest involved breaking into a the local engine house. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't the mastermind cat burglar, she thought she was. Still, fortunately, the station’s chief saw something in her and took pity. They worked out a deal. He wouldn't rat her out to anyone if she came by the firehouse and helped out after school. A wing, she just sort of begrudgingly slipped under.

The after-school penance became a sort of apprenticeship. Jackie learned all there was to know about working in a firehouse. When she got a little older they even let her do drills and work out with them a bit. Mostly she was in charge of the grunt work. Cleaning and cooking. But they didn’t realize half of that she adored. Jackie loves food, eating it (she's basically always hungry), cooking it (she's actually pretty talented), and thinking of new ways to make it better. Cooking is sort of like an art form to her, her second favorite after dance. She likes to believe that her life was different; if she were different, she'd be in some big city dancing on some grand stage and cooking at some fancy restaurant, but whateves, such is life. Jackie becoming a Firefighter was definitely no surprise to anyone. She practically grew up in Station 61. After she was finally done with high school, to both the delight of her and the entire staff, Jackie went on to study fire science at Ravenswood University (after being rejected from Julliard). She was prepared to be of service because as much as ‘little her’ wanted nothing to do with that town, and as much trouble as she caused, that place saved her when she was at her lowest.

V. HEADCANONS

Secret NEEEERRRRDDD

Misses Dance more than she can say.

Knows where her father is but never bothers to reach out  

Jackie had been dancing since she was a child. It was her first love. She even auditioned for Julliard, but wasn’t accepted. 

Jackie adores her big brother; he's sort of all she had growing up, not that she admits it. One of her favorite activities in life is working on his last nerve. She's got it down to a science.

Though her mother wasn't very present overall, Jackie's kind of working on her resentment, and they've been mending fences… a half aboard at a time

Jackie has a pet Ferret named Jean Luc Picard (JLP).

[ssa-thotchnerr]

forever.

pairing/s: aaron hotchner x daughter!reader

Warnings: Character death, death of a child, angst and a lot of it, sad hotch

summary: hotch regrets missing out on y/n’s childhood.

Your dad had always liked to hold your hand. It made him feel like he was keeping you safe and protecting you from something you couldn’t see. Maybe his job just made him weary, hotch worked sometimes gruesome cases involving children, and the very thought of you being in their positions made him sick to his stomach. When you were born, hotch vowed to Haley that he would do everything in his power to keep you safe, to make sure that you were never sad or scared – you were his baby girl, his entire world. But work caught up with him. The false promises, the “I’ll be home tomorrow’s”, they all started to add up. All while you started to grow up. Hotch felt like he was missing everything, your first words, your first steps, everything he shouldn’t miss, he did. He watched them through a video camera instead of being there.

He was so rarely there; you didn’t know who he was.

It made him crumble. To hear you scream and cry for Haley and cling to her because you thought there was a man in your house made hotch want to go straight to Strauss and quit his job. He didn’t care what it would cost him or what he would lose, he was more concerned about the fact that his baby didn’t know who he was. It eventually became too much for Haley, and she left with you while your dad was working a case. He rarely saw you; work was consuming him and there was nothing he could do about it. Then came along George Foyet.

He tore your family apart. Forcing you and your mom to go into witness protection, which meant you never seen you dad at all. Then, he murdered your mom.

After that it was only you and your dad. And it brought hotch to a grim realization – he knew nothing about you. He didn’t know what cartoons you liked, what foods you liked, he didn’t know all the little things about you that Haley knew so well. He tried, and tried hard, but you weren’t interested, you just missed your mom. You knew that she was gone, and she wasn’t coming back – but it didn’t make it hurt any less than it already did. Hotch deeply regretted not being around as much, as when you grew into a teenager, he still found it hard to bond with you, still a direct cause of his job. He was around more than when you were a child, but you had school, and most likely you would be there on his days off. Growing up, part of you resented him for never being there, for always making your mom so upset and stressed – maybe even a small part of you blamed him for her death. But you never noticed just how much your feelings towards him upset him, he was trying his hardest to be a good dad, although part of him knew it was too late for that.

Then came you and your friends’ car accident.

You, being the rebellious teenager you were, had snuck out to a party, specifically after your dad said no. You told your friends he had said it was fine, and they picked you up later that night. After many drinks and a lot of missed calls from your dad, you had decided to go home. You were too drunk to realise just how drunk your friends were, stupidly, you let them drive home. On the way back to your house, your friend had gotten ballsy, and started to speed up, despite you and your other friends protests for him to slow down, he kept speeding up, until swerving, the car flipping onto the opposite side of the highway.

You had been the only one to survive the accident.

Hotch was worried sick. It was 2am and you still weren’t answering your phone. As soon as he heard it ring, his heart jumped out of his chest, hoping it was you – but his heart dropped upon seeing a number he didn’t recognise. It was the hospital. He was told you had been in a bad car wreck and were the only survivor but had entered a coma, giving that you had suffered a huge head injury that had almost caused you to flatline. After putting the phone down, Hotch broke every driving law getting to the hospital, where he was greeted by a doctor and brought to your room.

You looked so small and frail in the hospital bed, wires connected to you, needles, a mask over you because you couldn’t breathe on your own. It brought Hotch to tears. He sniffled as he reached to grab your hand, as he used to when you were a baby. He thought you’d be scared, and he couldn’t stand the thought of you being scared, it made him even sadder to think that you were scared. You were cold, your dad asked for extra blankets for you because you always hated being cold.

“I’m here honey, its okay,” Hotch said, almost expecting a reply from you. But instead, you just lay there, quiet and motionless. He almost wanted you to talk back to him in the snarky way that most teenagers do, to tell him to shut up and not call you baby because you weren’t one anymore, but it never happened. And after a couple of days and tests, the doctors had called Hotch in for a meeting about you to “discuss options”, whatever that meant. You had taken a downturn and were slowly deteriorating.

“Mr Hotchner, I’m glad you could make it,” Your doctor greeted Hotch, who just nodded in response, sitting on the edge of his seat, hoping, wishing, praying that he was going to get some good news. The doctor sighed as he looked at Hotch, this was the hardest part of his job. “We took a look at Y/N’s recent brain scans, and I’m very sorry to tell you that there is no activity or response coming from your daughters’ brain.”

He could scream.

He could cry.

But he can’t. Hotch feels like he can’t breathe, can’t do anything, except sit there and accept your doomed fate on your behalf. Finally, he gets the courage to speak up;

“So, what happens next?” He asks quietly. Hotch knows what happens next, but he can’t bring himself to say it, he doesn’t even want to think about it. The doctor gives him a sympathetic look.

“It’s recommended that we turn off Y/N’s life support,” he said softly, watching as tears and heartbreak filled Hotch’s eyes. “I’m very sorry, Mr Hotchner, I’ll give you a minute.” Hotch sat alone, processing the news.

His daughter was going to die.

He broke down into tears, he couldn’t lose you. You were too young, it was always supposed to be him and then you, no parent should have to bury their child, but here he was, about to do the very thing.

He wanted to go with you.

…

It had been 3 days since your life support had been switched off, and you passed away, your dad holding your hand as you did. Hotch hadn’t gotten used to the loneliness in the house, and hadn’t worked up the nerve to think of going near your room. Rossi popped by every so often to check on him, but never knew what to say.

What are you supposed to say to a man who lost his entire family? To a man who has not only suffered the murder of his wife, but now the death of his teenage daughter? It was impossible. Hotch swore if someone told him they were sorry for his loss one more time he’d lose it, he understands they mean well but it wasn’t making him feel any better, everyone was sorry for him. Haley’s death felt different, but yours was horrendous. He felt like the worst father ever, he had missed out on your entire childhood, and now would never get to see you live out your teenage years. Even through your 17 years of life, Hotch knew very little about you, only that when you died you wanted to come back as a German Shepherd, purely because you used to beg and plead for one every time you saw one in the street, and if you couldn’t have one, you’d be one.

…

Hotch couldn’t believe he was doing this. As he picked up the small puppy, he put the collar and tag around her neck, a small love heart tag with the name Y/N etched into it.

[ricciardonorrisleclercgasly]

A Christmas Miracle || Pierre Gasly

12 Days of Fic-mas - Day 7

Click here to see my master list. 

Not my photo. 

Requested: No

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Warnings: Child birth (not graphic), Bad french. 

38 weeks pregnant and stuck at the airport was never how you pictured your Christmas going, will Pierre ever make it back in time? "Mon Cherie, you don't need to meet me at the airport its okay" Pierre said softly but firmly down the phone. He was getting ready to board his flight home after the final race of the season, you missed him so much and didn't want to leave it a minute longer. "No Pierre, I want to come. I've missed you" you said back to him. "I worry about your driving in this condition, especially with the weather" he said. "I'm Pregnant not dying Pierre." you laughed at him, "my mum said she will drive me anyway" "Ok but stay safe, my flight is boarding, I will see you soon."

Ever since you found out you were pregnant back in April Pierre had fretted over every little thing, carrying the shopping, scrubbing the floors, he did it all. You had still travelled to every race with Pierre until this last triple header when the pregnancy had taken its toll on you, everybody had done everything they could to help you in the paddock from the crew right down to the drivers, even Franz Tost regularly offered you his chair and brought you water whilst you watched on from Pierre's garage. Your beautiful baby was a formula one baby after all, conceived after Pierre's disastrous finish in Bahrain earlier in the year, racing was all this baby knew. You had decided to keep the gender a surprise throughout your pregnancy,  wanting to find out when they were finally born. You were 38 weeks pregnant, your due date in early January and you were definitely ready to give birth and at least Pierre would be in winter break and you could get some quality family time in before it was back to racing. 6 hours later and it was time to set off for the airport, Pierre should be landing in around an hour and you couldn't wait to be in his arms again. You and your mum set off out, the snow falling all around it was like driving through a blizzard. You called feel baby Gasly squirming in your stomach and kicking you with every bump of the car. The pains in your stomach growing stronger and stronger. A warm liquid ran down your leg. "Mum?" you said nervously looking at her with a look of horror. "I think my waters just broke" "ohmygod darling are you sure?" she asked pulling over the car. "it's either that or I just peed myself" you laughed trying to stay calm. A huge wave of pain washed over your body, your stomach cramping hard. You screamed out. "We need to get you to the hospital honey" your mum squeezed your hand. "No! What about Pierre? I need him here" you cried. "I will ring your sister to pick him up at the airport, they will meet us there" She called your sister and explained the situation, diverting the car to the hospital. "Mum I'm not due yet, there's still 2 weeks to go" you cried through your contractions. "Baby's rarely come when they are supposed to Y/N, it will all be okay" she said squeezing your hand through the pain. Pulling up at the hospital your mum ran inside and brought a wheelchair back out for you, "Pierre's Mum is also on her way, she will bring your hospital bag" she informed you wheeling you into the hospital. "My daughter here Y/N Gasly has gone into labour, she's 38 weeks, strong contractions every 3-4 minutes" she told the nurse. "Congratulations Mrs Gasly" the nurse smiled, "lets go and have a baby" "No I need by husband, his flight lands in 20 minutes, I need to wait" you sobbed, not wanting to go through this without Pierre by yourself. "Unfortunately it doesn't look like this baby wants to wait much longer" the nurse said as she checked your cervix, "we are currently at 8cm, a couple more until we start pushing" ------------------------ Pierre's Pov He could see all the lights of Paris as the plane began to descend. Pierre couldn't wait to see the love of his life again, this had been the longest 3 weeks of his life and he was so excited to hold her in his arms. Exiting the plane and walking through the baggage claim, scanning the room to see her waiting with her mum. "Pierre we need to go, I'll explain on the way" Abby, Y/N's sister said appearing out of nowhere and grabbing hold of Pierre's arm pulling him through the terminal. "Woah is everything okay? Where is Y/N?" Pierre asked worriedly. "Everything's Fine, Y/N went into labour about an hour ago, she's at the hospital with your mum and our mum, we need to go" Labour? It was finally time, Pierre was going to be a dad. ------------------------------- Sweat poured down your face, tears constantly welling in your eyes, everything hurt and you were exhausted. You had been in labour a little over an hour now and you could barely take it any longer, how some women did this for several days you would never know. "It's time to push Y/N" the midwife said getting ready to welcome you baby into the world. "But I need Pierre!" you cried "I can't do this without him" "I'm afraid we're going to have to try" Pierre's mum said sweeping your hair out your face. "Come on Y/N, you're strong you can do this" your mum said sat squeezing your hand. You started to push in time with the midwife, so exhausted from the energy of labour,  the pain cursing through your entire body. All of a sudden Pierre came bursting through the labour room doors, "Baby I am so sorry. I'm here now" he said grabbing hold of your cheeks and kissing your forehead. "Oh Pierre! I'm so glad you are here, I didn't want to do this without you" you sobbed into his chest. "Come on Mon Cherie, let's have a baby" You pushed and you screamed and you cried. Praying with all your might to deliver this baby. With one final push you felt the pressure relieve as your baby came into the world. You held your breath waiting to hear them cry. After what felt like a lifetime the cry of your new born baby filled the room. "I am so proud of you" Pierre said with a tear in his eye. "We will leave you to see your baby" your mum said as her and Pierre's mum left the room. "Congratulation Mr and Mrs Gasly, you have a beautiful, healthy baby girl" the midwife said passing you your baby, she laid on your chest and life felt complete. "She's beautiful, just like her mum" Pierre breathed, stroking her head gently. "Oh Pierre she's gorgeous" you smiled at him. You couldn't believe you had made this beautiful bundle of joy, a true representation of your love for each other. "what should we call her?" he asked kissing your lips. " I think we should call her Annabelle." you breathed, "Annabelle Dix Gasly" you looked up at him for approval. "Dix? for me?" he smiled. You nodded your head. "That's beautiful. Bienvenue dans le monde (Welcome to the world) Annabelle. Your mummy and daddy love you very much" he kissed her gently tears still in his eyes. "I love you Pierre" you said kissing him. "I love you too, I could not be more grateful for my family with you" he said kissing you back.

[justfandomwritings]

By The Norns (Part One - Soulmate!Loki)

Pairing: Loki x Reader, Soulmates AU

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Nobody was harmed in any way in the making of this story... but there was some arson.

Summary: She wasn’t a goddess. She wasn’t even an elf or a dwarf. She was a mortal, a Midgardian, a human. To Odin, she was a curse. To Loki, she was a second chance.

Notes: Don’t worry. Despite what the chapter and the description may make you think anyone whose read my stories before will know I am not a fan of soulmate aus that take away the character’s choice. This chapter is set up. Stick with me on this. I promise. Posted in honor of @muna1412​ being very excited at the prospect of another soulmate au.

This is not related to Loyalty in any way... I just have an unhealthy obsession with Soulmate aus. 

Fate was a funny, fickle thing. Loki knew that much. After all, he’d met her. 

Them, to be more precise. The Norns.

Urdr, Skuld, and Verdandi were their names: Past, Present, and Future, as they should be known.

It was they who watered the tree, and they who grew its leaves. The task fell to the Norns to write, shape, create, and control the fate of every being under the branches of Yggdrasil. 

A poor, dwarven craftsman working on the surface of Nidavellir, a beautiful, golden elf living on a hill in Alfheim, a meager, puny human scurrying around the surface of Midgard. It was they who made the dwarf rich, who killed the elf in his sleep, who let the human sow the land. They did not exchange the gold; they did not wield the dagger; they did not draw the plow. But it was by their hand, by their grace and mercy, that the worlds turned, that life waxed and waned, that the Realms drew breath. 

Every birth was through their will. Every death was by their hand, and everything in between was because they decided it would be so.

All fell under the gaze of the Norns. The kitchen cook, Andhrimnir, who served the Aesir’s table at night, owed everything to the Norns. They allowed his birth into Asgard. They raised him above the station of a lowly tavern boy. They gifted him the family he cradled so dearly to his chest.

Odin, King of the Nine Realms, Protector of Asgard, owed everything to the Norns. He was born by their choice. He survived a thousand battles because they said he would do so. He married Frigga because they put her on his path. His sons… 

Well, one of his sons.

Loki knew the exact moment Odin stopped looking at him as a son, the exact moment Odin chose Thor over him, the exact moment Odin turned his back on him, the exact moment his father marked him disappointment.

It was, like all things, the doing of the Fates. The Norns.

Fates were theirs to command from the highest branches of Yggdrasil down to its very roots. From king to beggar, slave to master, aristocrat to pauper, farmer to merchant, sailor to soldier. From Loki to her. She was their doing.

Love was an inevitable part of life. Not even the Norns, with all of the power of the gods and then some, could stop that. Humans, Aesir, Elves, Vanir, the sentient beings of the Nine Realms felt an overwhelming urge towards emotion, and one of the strongest, one of the most inevitable, was love.

They couldn’t stop it, but they could direct it.

It fell under the purview of Fate to decide who one loved. People, god and mortal alike, fell in and out of love all the time. 

Sometimes, though, every now and then, the Norns would reach down and touch two beings. The Norns would take two souls in two bodies and braid them together, weave them together, mold them together, as if they were one.

Those who knew magic well, those like Loki, could see them, watch them, doing this. 

They could see Urdr floating, invisible amongst them, deciding the pair. They could see Skuld, plucking up their souls. They could see Verdandi tying them together.

Loki watched them when they took his soul.

“Mother, Mother,” Loki tugged on his other’s silk skirts and pointed up into the rafters of the Grand Hall. “What’s that?”

Frigga followed her son’s gaze and gasped. Magic was not her proficiency, though what little she had she wielded well. She had enough to see the Norns, floating ghostlike in the air over her younger son. She had enough to see his soul in their hands, and another at their side. 

In the old days, before that fateful night, it was considered an honor to be chosen by the Norns. It was a guarantee of a great, powerful destiny in the future. It was a promise of passion, understanding, and respect on the horizon. It was the mark of one who would know true love. 

The Midgardians called them soulmates. The Aesir called them the destined. 

“The Norns have touched Loki,” Frigga whispered to Odin at her side. “They are gifting him a match.”

“With who?” Odin asked because he could not see them for himself.

Frigga squinted in the direction of the apparitions tying together Loki’s future. “I cannot tell. She appears to be…” Frigga’s eyes whipped around to Odin, “Midgardian.”

Odin turned up his nose and sniffed.

Midgard. The word, the world, that had sentenced Loki to a lifetime of second best. 

His ‘destined’, his ‘soulmate’, his curse.

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It was centuries before the soul tied to Loki’s found the body it would spend its own life in.

(Y/n), her parents named her. 

They weren’t sure why they named her that. When asked, they said they saw the name once in a book. Or was it on the tv? Or in a dream? 

Neither could really remember. All they knew was that, as she grew, the name suited her perfectly. Almost as if fate itself had chosen it for her.

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For centuries, millennia even, her soul had been lingering on the edges of reality, existing but not quite feeling. She floated through time and space, following the ties that bound her to existence, waiting.

By the time her soul entered her body on Earth, she had existed longer  than any other Midgardian ever had or would in all of history. She had lingered for years just out of reach of one of the most powerful beings on Asgard, her soulmate. Lifetimes had passed her by in the blink of an eye, and though she didn’t remember any of them, they remembered her.

Her soul hovered above its mate, basking in the magic that dissipated into the air around him like smoke. She breathed it in, soaked it in, drew it in.

In many ways, even subconsciously, she showed her age, her mate.

Even as a baby, she never woke her mother up screaming, to the jealousy of her mom’s friends. She was the model toddler, even through her terrible twos. She almost never cried and rarely threw temper tantrums. They called her a prodigy when she started speaking in full sentences before time doctors even expected her to be learning her first words, and they called her a genius when she learned to read full children’s books while other kids were still struggling through their first alphabet flashcards. Even though she ran around playing in the mud or splashing in puddles, somehow her clothes were always pristine. She taught herself faster than the teachers could and skipped two grades in elementary school alone. She was suspiciously charismatic for such a little girl and made, literally, hundreds of dollars off her lemonade stand. She listened to a family speaking another language in the store once and ran up to them to answer a question they had; when her parents asked her how she’d learned to understand or say that in another language, she had no idea what they were talking about and seemingly hadn’t even realized she’d done it. 

And yet there were other things, darker things. 

When she was born, the nurses didn’t question the little shock of static that jolted through them as they held her. No one commented how, in the right light, the baby’s eyes could look terrifyingly aware. She lied as easily as she breathed and almost never got caught. A girl made fun of her friend's hair once at school, and that night ended up being rushed to the hospital by her parents with all the signs of a heart attack in a five year old child. She liked having things her way, and even when her parents refused her, they always found themselves oddly compelled to do whatever it was anyways. She had an affinity for snakes that often found her letting them in the house. The pranks she pulled on her little brother sometimes got out of hand and often resulted in loud crashes and screams, though by the time any adult arrived nothing ever seemed broken. Her father used to joke that she must be some kind of shape shifter because he swore that, from day to day, her eye would change their color. Sometimes, when he looked in them, he swore they weren’t his daughters, but when he blinked and looked back they always returned to normal. 

Most of it was written off as the simple oddities of a child or exaggerations of first time parents. 

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Superheroes did not exist when (Y/n) was a child. 

It would be another decade before Tony Stark would stand on a stage and proclaim before the world, “I am Iron Man.” It would be even longer still before Peter Parker would put on a red and blue jumpsuit and call himself, ‘Spiderman’. Bruce Banner hadn’t even begun his research into the serum that would be his ultimate undoing. Dr. Stephen Strange was finishing up med school. Thor hadn’t made his presence known. Wanda had just been born. Hawkeye and Black Widow were still assassins working in the shadows. No one outside Wakanda had ever heard of the Black Panther. Vision hadn’t been built yet, and Captain America had been dead for decades. 

Even if they did exist, it wouldn’t have helped (Y/n). Most of them weren’t born super. Most of them became so by lab experiments or radioactive insects or training or technology. 

In the world (Y/n) grew up in, there were no superheroes. And if there were no superheroes... then what was she? 

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She was 12. 

It was her big day. 

Not her birthday, she didn’t particularly care about birthdays. Something about them just felt off to her. When she turned 11, she asked her mom if she could have two of those candles that were shaped like the actual numbers, and she’d put them pressed against each other on top of the cake. She ran around all day telling everyone she was 1,111. Some people laughed, but mostly to humor her.

That was why she hadn’t had a birthday party when she turned 12. She didn’t like people fake laughing. It felt like lying. She didn’t particularly mind lying herself, but she hated thinking that people were lying to her. Especially because she could always tell when they were. 

No, instead, she had this. The Science Fair.

She’d won first prize the night before. She knew she had because one of the judges had told her she’d won.

That morning, they would be handing out the awards, and she was so excited for everyone else to know the secret, to know that she was the best, even better than the older kids in her class.

The judges were walking up on stage, and any moment, once they got past the category winners they were going to call her name.

“In third place we have Jesse Martin with his project in the biology category!” 

A cheer went up that, judging by the pitch, absolutely must have been from Jesse’s mom. The other parents in the room clapped while Jesse ran towards the stage, turning red in the cheeks from his family’s overzealous encouragement. 

“Congratulations, son,” the Dean smiled as he bent down to shake the boy’s hand. The mike picked up a small bit of Jesse’s anxious thanks before he ran to join the line of winners.

“And in second place we have, (Y/n)! With her wonderful….” 

Second place. 

But Mr. Sellers, the science teacher had told her she won. 

Was he lying? Did he honestly think second place was winning? Was he just saying that to shut her up? Or was he being mean? Did he want to laugh at her when his real favorite won? 

The parents were cheering her, including her own. Her father was nudging her towards the stage, but she didn’t at all appreciate the gesture.

No. They told her she was going to win. 

Her face screwed up in pain, and she balled her hands into fists.

At the back of the room something exploded. 

A scream went out. 

“Fire!” Someone shouted. “Fire!”

The poster boards up and down the hall were catching fire. It jumped easily from paper to paper. It didn’t help that there was no smoke, for some odd reason. That the sprinklers, that the fire alarm, didn’t turn on.

Someone grabbed (Y/n) by the waist. Her father no doubt. 

(Y/n) barely noticed. She was still upset staring at the trophy on the stage over his shoulder. 

Slowly, before her eyes, it began to melt.

She smiled. Good. If she couldn’t have it, no one could.

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“She caused the fire.” He whispered, staring down at the floor in front of him with glassy eyes. 

“Wayne, that’s crazy; you know it is.” 

“I saw it with my own eyes, Elle. She clenched her first and suddenly Christina Danvers poster exploded. She gets second, and the first place project explodes the moment she throws a fit?”

“Our daughter doesn’t throw fits.”

“Not normally, but she did today. She was about to, and then everything caught fire.”

“Wayne, you can’t be serious about this right now.”

“She was smiling.” He whispered. “When everything burned down, she was smiling.”

(Y/n) listened silently from the hallway as her parents talked.

She loved to eavesdrop on her parents late night. They never knew she was there. It was another one of those odd coincidences of her life that (Y/n) was the only person in the house who never made the steps creak when she walked up and down the stairs. 

She was old enough to know what they were saying, what they were implying. It should’ve bothered her more than it did.

(Y/n) walked back upstairs, silent as the grave, and opened her closet.

She needed the duffle bag her father kept tucked away in the top of her closet, but she was nowhere near tall enough to reach it. As the door slid open, the bag teetered on the edge of the wire shelf and fell to the floor. 

“How convenient,” (Y/n) mumbled to herself. 

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“Hey Kid,” The man shouted at her out the window of his semi-truck. “What’re you doin’ out here at night? It ain’t safe!” 

(Y/n) shrugged. “Not safe at home either.” 

The man gave her an understanding look. 

(Y/n) watched him carefully as he opened the door of his rig and offered her a hand. 

Her mother had always told her not to talk to strangers, but (Y/n) had found she could always tell what people wanted. Besides, she was pretty sure she was a greater danger to them than they were to her. 

“Where ya’ headed?” The man asked.

“West.”

“I can take ya’ as far as Texas.” He offered. 

(Y/n) hopped off the curb and grabbed the man’s offered hand, hauling herself up into the passenger seat. 

She didn’t know where she was going or why she was going there. But something inside of her told her she had somewhere to be.

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Next Time On.... Part Two

Thank you very much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed. I have just come back from a hiatus and a great deal of why I went on said hiatus was the stress of managing ‘added features’ for lack of a better expression. I like writing. I don’t like formatting or managing the blog side of things. 

As such, no taglists. Please don’t ask me to be on a taglist. Keeping track of it stresses me out too much. I don’t feel like doing it. I don’t appreciate being pressured into doing it. In the olden days of tumblr, people used to follow each other, and I promise you that feature still works. If you follow me you will see part two when it’s posted. 

[bistevethor]

Steve Rogers Fanfiction Recommendations

Happy birthday, Steve!

I know that there are some (a lot?) of steve fans who sometimes struggle to find fics focused on him, so I am here now putting a list of Steve fics. I was going to fics that I haven't seen recommended a lot and most of the ones on this post have less than 200 kudos only, but I end up putting everything (it's probably easier to put my bookmarks as public but well...). It's a massive list (over 100 fics?), so it's will be separated into several posts/reblogs.

Not all of them are from Steve's POV or even have him as the main 'main' character, but rest assured he played an important role and is featured heavily. Lots of these are friendship-focused but I categorized them. The shippy ones are mostly samsteve, thundershield, and some rare pairings because I don't venture to other ships a lot and when I did it's to the rare ones instead lol. Hopefully, any of you can find some gems from this list and these are as enjoyable or as good as I remembered. I'll continue to update it, hopefully, every time I find new ones.

Fics are under read more.

General

The Rocket's Red Glare

Steve was born on the Fourth of July (no joke), so a party is in order! Unfortunately, PTSD decides to rear its ugly head. Fortunately, Steve's got an entire team at his back to help him through it. And screaming goats.

an entry in the scrapbook of absurdity

In which Steve turns into a baby and bites people.

Baby Steve Adventures

Captain America gets hit by a spell during a battle. The rest of the Avengers look after him.

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't)

"Dragr," Thor called them. "Demons" Clint had said. "Thieves" is what Steve labels them as. AKA, the one where Steve is captured by creatures that feed off of happy memories, and the team is left to pick up the pieces. Post-Avengers.

In Search of (Bucky, Family, Home)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

A week following the events of CATWS, Steve recruits Natasha and Sam to help find Bucky.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Do we need to recap again? You were shot three times, beaten near to death by an enhanced super soldier with a metal arm and then almost drowned. Yeah, your ass is going to need a few more days of healing time.”

The Truth When Captains Meet

Steve Rogers wakes up on an alien’s space ship being carried bridal style by Carol Danvers. As far as first meetings go, it’s memorable.

Irish Coffee

Pairings: Jessica Jones & Steve Rogers

Jessica runs into an incognito Cap at a cafe. They form an unlikely friendship of sorts.

The Lifetimes of Steve Rogers (Series)

What happens when Steve Rogers steps onto the quantum platform to return the Stones? Where does he go? What challenges does he find? Who does he meet? How many lifetimes can one man have?

Fifty-Two Pickup

Less than a week after the fall of the Triskelion, Steve Rogers is released from the hospital. Although his physical wounds are almost fully healed, other injuries need a bit more time, and some help from friends.

little kids get big so fast

Steve ends up having to take care of the deaged Defenders.

Grampa Steve's Bedtime Stories

If Mommy was away for work, then Morgan’s Grampa Steve came over to stay with her. He’d tuck her in, let her give Mommy a kiss on video chat, then hand her the picture of Daddy for his kiss. Once Daddy’s picture was back on the bookshelf, Grampa Steve would turn off the bedside lamp so that Miss Friday could cover the ceiling with stars, and ask Morgan what story she wanted to hear.

“Captain Steve, Grampa! Tell me Captain Steve!”

Grampa Steve sometimes read to her from books and other times watched a movie with her, but her favorite by far was when he told her Captain Steve’s Adventures Through the Multiverse.

On Camping Trips

Sam is more Hermione than Natasha is, and Steve doesn't want to be Harry.

Powerful

Steve loses the advantages of the super-soldier serum. This is not a tragedy.

His Dream

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As if on cue, Steve cut him off with a loud sneeze.

"Yeah. Like that." Sam nodded. "And please sneeze into your elbow next time, dude. You could've just started an epidemic."

"Sorry. Allergies." Steve excused, and Sam raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know it's allergies?" Sam asked, and Steve sighed, putting the ingredients together and solving the mystery of what the gas had actually done.

The answer wasn't ideal. "It feels like the seasonal allergies I had before. Before the serum- and I haven't had them since the serum."

Realization clicked in Sam's head.

"The gas de-serumed you."

Steve swallowed and nodded reluctantly.

OR: Steve gets temporarily de-serumed, with his height and stature staying the same but his immune system being as bad as it was before, and has to stay in the hospital to prevent a severe allergic reaction or illness. Sam stays with him the whole time, making sure he's not alone.

A Strange Encounter

Things have gone awry and Strange is injured. With no other options, he's called for assistance from Captain America and his team.

even if we're apart, i'll always be with you

Steve finds a dirty toy bear at an abandoned gas station, on the way back from a school trip. He brings him home.

As Long as You’re Not Tired Yet of Talking

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

When Steve Rogers tells her, “Don’t be a stranger,” as they’re all going their own ways after New York, it makes her want to laugh.

Draw/Breath

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Natasha like knowing what makes people tick. She likes knowing things, about her teammates and her coworkers and herself. Oddly enough, sometimes other people like knowing her too.

AKA: Natasha wants to know why Steve isn’t drawing anymore, and takes the long way round to get her answer. Because why not.

With Magic We Do Fly

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

In Civil War we see Wanda fling Steve into the air with her magic. They must have practiced that, right?

Que Wanda throwing Steve against a wall. Many times.

Just Like We Practiced

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

Steve had said, in the movie when he asked Wanda to lift him into the building, "Just like we practiced." But just how did they come up with the idea of her lifting people with her powers, and putting them up somewhere like an escalator? Perhaps it was because Wanda accidentally sent a certain tall, blond Avenger face-first into the floor once and he decided he would help her learn to utilize this as a confidence building exercise. Natasha keeps an eye, Thor and Sam help build the training grounds, and Wanda has found her new home. Takes place between AGE OF ULTRON and CIVIL WAR.

Black and White but Red and Blue

They're watching black and white film reels, but Steve sees them in colour.

"My shield may be black and white but it was red and blue. Just like the blue sky under which red blood was spilled. Like Bucky's blue eyes and Peggy's red lips..."

The Road Warriors

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

It wasn't pretty, but somehow the four of them managed to make it through two years on the run.

We'll Fix It

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Steve has a hard time after his battle with The Winter Soldier and isn't sure what to do with himself. After not seeing him for a week, Natasha finally shows up to his apartment unannounced to figure out how they can get back to work. There is some crying involved.

From Here On Out

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

The Accords, the search for Bucky, the fight at the airport ... In a world where nothing will ever be the same, sometimes the road to rebuilding trust and friendship is a little rockier than it should be.

AKA, the story of Steve & Natasha and how they got to where they are.

Set post-Civil War but pre-Infinity War.

I have this breath and I hold it tight

Parings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Vision

Steve finally goes to Wanda’s tiny room and taps on the doorframe, although it’s hardly necessary, with the slightly warped floorboards creaking under his feet. “Hey,” he says. “Got a minute?”

Wanda's been a little withdrawn since Steve broke everyone out of the Raft. She's had a lot to think about.

to you.

Pairings: Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff & Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff & Tony Stark

It's Wanda's birthday today. She's not sure how to feel.

New Love

Pairings: Diana (Wonder Woman) & Steve Rogers

Near the end of World War II, Diana Prince finds herself attempting to reconnect to her long-gone, beloved Steve Trevor. However, she comes across Steve Rogers instead.

Sharing Life (And Canned Green Beans)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

It’s Thanksgiving, and Steve is hiding in the second living room on the 8th floor of the penthouse apartments with a can of green beans.

I'm Fine

Steve slowly began to realize that the problem with being a national icon, a hero, and a role model, is that somehow, he became more than human. He become a symbol, not a person. So when he becomes increasingly unhappy, deeply depressed, and utterly adrift in a world where he doesn't belong, the loneliness and isolation are unbearable. How could anyone believe that an iconic hero like himself was really just an ordinary kid from Brooklyn, dying inside because everything he'd gained still wasn't enough to replace everything he'd lost? How could he possibly bring himself to bleed on the ones he loves? So he tells himself the same lie over and over, hoping one day, he'll believe it.

dogpile

"My dog ate my mission report" An injured Steve remembers something he has to do. Unabashed Steve and dogs fluff. "Didn't peg you for a pet guy." "Allergies."

Alone In This World (Together)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

“We’re fugitives,” Steve said finally. “It might never get better.”

“The world’s always going to need saving," Sam replied. "We’re still Avengers. No one can take that away from us.” Then, like they hadn't been having an entire conversation before, “So when do we leave?”

“Once night falls.”

Do we have any idea where she is?”

“No.” Steve took a sip of his coffee. “But I know where she’ll be.”

it gets the worst at night

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Here's how it goes: Natasha sometimes shares a bed with Steve. It's not what it sounds like.

(In which there are Colombian drug lords, awkward boners, cuddly super-soldiers and the Avengers are all giant dorks.)

Shelter

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Sam and Steve, right after the fall of SHIELD.

Princely Bickering

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Jane Foster, Steve Rogers & Thor

Steve allows Sam to lean up and inspect his head for bruises and blood. He then checks out Steve’s eyes. ‘Do you know where you are?’ Steve rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t be an ass, Cap, apparently you can break.’ ‘London, England, chasing apparently useless Hydra intel despite having about five hundred international arrest warrants out for us because we’re just that stupid,’ says Steve. Sam pats him - gently - on the shoulder. Life on the run isn't easy, especially not after an injury. Fortunately Steve still has a few allies left.

And The Seconds Tick Down

AU of Civil War. How the world ended in twenty steps when Steve died.

"Grant" and "Francis" Go Shopping

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve and Clint both have holiday shopping to do for their family of choice, so they make a day trip to an outlet mall, have a few heart to hearts, use some coupons, buy a bunch of presents, and eventually get through their shopping lists.

A Tune Without Words

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As he and Sam prepare to begin searching for Bucky, Steve gets various offers of help—some more unexpected than others.

Purpose

Tony Stark wins the fight in Siberia completely by accident.

Steve Rogers does not resist his arrest as he is taken to the Raft.

Sam Wilson, T'Challa, and Pepper Potts pick up the pieces.

Full of Wounds and Still Standing on my Feet

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

The five times Steve looked out for Wanda, and one time Wanda decided someone needed to look out for Steve.

Three Awakenings

The first three times that Steve Rogers woke up during his first twenty-four hours in the twenty-first century.

Making Your Own Future

Characters: Steve Rogers, Diana Prince, Steve Trevor Five times -- plus one -- that Diana Prince and Steve Rogers encountered one another.

Better Living Through Pizza

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve takes some time off from soldiering and Avengering to get his head on straight, and Clint is assigned to keep an eye on him, because apparently SHIELD believes in the blind leading the blind. Steve really needs a hobby, since modern television shows baffle him, but Clint keeps bringing him DVDs and pizza.

Five Times Clint Barton Spoke with Steve Rogers about Growing Old and the One Time He Didn't.

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

When Steve Rogers reappeared from the past as an old man, there was a lot of catching up to do. Clint Barton made sure nobody got left behind.

Hammer's Totally Heavy-Handed and Incompetent Revenge

"So, at the end of IM2, Justin Hammer swears revenge on Pepper. He waits until Tony and Rhodey are halfway across the world to launch his attack.

Unfortunately for him, thanks to SHIELD, Iron Man and War Machine aren't the only superheroes in Pepper's rolladex. Steve thinks Pepper's just swell and doesn't take too kindly to somebody trying to hurt her."

Cue badass!Steve and competent!Pepper

Fan Mail

Steve starts getting his fan mail and receives an invitation to the prom. Written for a prompt at the Avengers kink meme. It was a great prompt, and so much fun to write and get feedback for!

Prom. Steve 'Grandpa Iceberg' Rogers at a 21st-century high school prom. "This isn't happening. This whole conversation is just an elaborate practical joke. Bruce really just has orders for widgets or something."

Bruce waved the printouts at him. "Fraid not. I don't really do practical jokes. Messing with other people's moods just seems. I don't know. Karmically unwise."

Mascot

Steve runs. People see Steve run. Steve gets adopted by the neighbourhood he runs through every week day morning. He finds this confusing. Tony finds it amusing.

Locks Not Replaced

Tony angsts back at Avengers' HQ, Ross is a bully and Steve makes sure he doesn't get away with it. In other words, there is much regret, a bit on the philosophy of locks, adventure and far too many Robin Hood metaphors.

woof

For a prompt on the avengers kinkmeme: "...something different happens when Steve gets Dr Erskine's serum plus the Vita ray treatment... Steve does get taller and stronger, but when the first full moon hits, he turns into a big friendly looking dog. Yes, he's a weredog, not a werewolf."

Mission: Baby

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

The Asset finds himself in charge of the care of a small baby, but somehow he knows—he has to protect the baby from all harm, whatever the cost.

14 Tracks

Pairings: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Avengers Team 14 tracks from Steve's iPod and how they got on there.

Life Will Rattle Your Bones

Pairings: Erik Lehnsherr & Steve Rogers

Captain America and the Howling Commandos find Schmidt sooner than they thought... wait, what do you mean this is a *different* Schmidt?

In war-torn Germany, the paths of Steve Rogers and Erik Lehnsherr cross, part, and cross again.

come build me up

Pairings: Sharon Carter & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“Do you ever feel like -- like you joined up because you wanted to do good. You wanted to do the right thing but somewhere along the way, you just lost the whole fucking plot.”

“All of the time.”

Or: the one where Captain America and Agent 13 give long distance friendship a whirl.

Down in the Worn Out Place Again

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

“You don't look a day over 85, Captain,” Wanda says.

Natasha smiles, just barely, and nudges Steve with her elbow. “She makes jokes now.”

(Post AoU, stories about friendship.)

Satellites

Characters: Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Nick Fury Pairings: Natasha Romanov & Steve Rogers, Minor Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Minor Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

In the immediate aftermath of SHIELD's collapse and Steve's plunge into the Potomac, Natasha considers her place in the world. Also the fact that Steve is depressing.

Timeless Classics

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Avengers Team Five An undetermined number of times (six, apparently) Steve unexpectedly got the reference (sort of), and one time everyone discovered something new together.

you just wait and see

Pairings: Rocket Raccoon & Steve Rogers

“Thor said you’re the captain.” Rogers says, his voice distant, sad smile growing into a sadder grin. “Tough job.”

The Small Hours

Pairings: Steve Rogers & T'Challa, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

"I'm not getting him back, am I." The words were flatly delivered – not a question so much as fatigued resignation. "We will do everything we can to help him," T'Challa quietly replied, but he wouldn't lie, not about this. Not to a fellow warrior he respected on and off the field of battle. "The possibility does exist, however, that the triggers are permanent."

The Man We All Remember From the Newsreels

Still getting used to the twenty-first century, Steve comforts himself with memories of long-gone friends. But Howard Stark, the man Steve remembers, is nothing like the man he sees in the newsreels.

we're all choir boys at best

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

You are totally getting laid tonight. "Please stop talking." You hijacked my brain first, this is totally not my fault.

Epistaxis

Steve doesn't worry the first time he gets a bloody nose that won't quit. But when it happens a second, third, fourth... He, and his teammates, start to get concerned.

You Close Your Eyes and the Glory Fades

His body isn’t his own, he knows that, knew before the procedure that everything would change. That was the easiest thing to wrap his head around, actually, the physical changes. He’s used to his body betraying him, so this is just another thing to learn his way around. But the colors of everything, even the sliver of blue sky he could see, craning his head at the tiny window, look different.

Looking For Answers (From The Great Beyond)

After the Battle of New York is over, and Loki and the tesseract are returned to Asgard, Steve takes a road trip across the country, and tries to figure out what he wants to do next.

Mourning the Future

Steve's ties to the past and the future are pretty tenuous, and the serum ensures he lives in an eternal present state of ever-youthful vigour. When an old war buddy gets handed his last marching orders, Steve has to wonder if everyone will eventually leave.

Riviera Life

Sam and Steve have been traversing Europe looking for Bucky. Not everyone is convinced it isn’t an open invitation road trip.

Voluntary Bros.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

"Dude, you could be twins, they tested you before they defrosted you to see if you were a clone or something, or if he was a clone," Clint said.

"I want to talk to him, I think. I mean, a girl threw her latte at me last week for not calling her back and this dude felt me up at an art gallery yesterday," Steve said.

Two Brooklynites and One Big Apple

Pairings: Miles Morales & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

“You did good out there today,” Captain America said, brushing a layer of detritus from his unfathomably broad shoulder. “I’ll see you around.”

“Not if I see you first,” replied Miles, fingergunning with one hand as he sent a web rope fwipping off into the distance with the other, catapulting himself away at tremendous speed.

... in which two superheroes battle with bad guys, embark on community art lessons, and a friendship forms along the way.

Battle Fatigue

Steve thought he was doing okay. Things weren't going great, but they were fine, manageable even, and then suddenly they weren't.

We Become New Yorkers (or: Five Times Steve Rogers Looked For Home, and One Time Home Found Him)

New York is a million cities at the same time. This is how Steve found his.

A beautiful day in the neighborhood

In which Steve and Peter learn that the best way to get through a bad situation is together. And to avoid collapsing buildings. And that concussions are terrible, terrible things.

Leviticus 25

"You want to save Bucky Barnes? You are going to have to put your own house in order first because he is going to need a rock to cling to. You are not ready to be that rock for him. You owe it to him -- and more importantly, you owe it to yourself -- to figure things out, figure out how you can be happy in this time and place, whether or not Barnes is with you."

Strike

Sometimes the road to recovery involves bowling. Conveniently, so does the one to the Grand Canyon.

Conversation in Wakanda

“I have been told that you had the privilege to share a training session with some of our Dora Milaje,” T’Challa says. “May I ask how it went?”

“Well,” the Captain huffs. “There’s no polite way to say it: I had my ass handed to me. Repeatedly.”

He sounds and looks utterly delighted.

Contact Light

Everyone thought computers would be the thing that really blew Steve's mind about the 21st century. They were wrong. When he finds out that he missed the moon landing, it's the start of an ongoing obsession with space that maybe involves Neil deGrasse Tyson, Twitter, and Star Trek marathons.

Twenty-Two

“This is Lucky,” Clint said when a dog got between him and Natasha. Lucky’s vest was bright, like desert mornings and night explosions.

“Does he help?” Natasha asked.

Clint pressed his hands flat on the counter behind him. “He saved my life.”

Natasha looked at Steve, her expression fierce. Steve resisted the urge to yank down his sleeves. Instead, he dug his nails into the puckered skin on his forearms.

AKA An AU in which Steve is a veteran just trying to survive (or not).

Gray

Peter doesn't expect Steve to show up at his house one night when he gets home from school. He also doesn't expect to have a long conversation with him, and choose to be on his side instead.

We're Happy, Free, Confused, and Lonely at the Same Time.

"Tony isn't sure, but he *thinks* Steve Rogers is going to try and argue with him about not being a kid, while wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and plaid pyjama pants watching a Disney movie. Tony really hopes that is the case. The Captain America voice looses all affect when wrapped up in that blanket and Tony can't wait to inform him as such." - The one where Tony realises that Captain America and Steve Rogers are not the same person, and Steve is so much younger then he thought.

This Isn't A Love Song, This Isn't A Fable

Steve's not OK with people's perception of Captain America, no matter what he says or how much he pretends otherwise. It's like no one in this time period realizes that there's more to him than a spangly outfit. And yes, he's including the Avengers in that. ... or, the one where everything's all right, until it's not.

it's safe here in our new world

Post TWS. In which Natasha and Steve go shopping, have Thursday night movie nights, and learn that Natasha loves to platonically kiss Steve. Which is good, because Steve loves being platonically kissed by Natasha.

Shadowboxing

Pairings: Matt Murdock & Steve Rogers

It doesn’t matter how many times you fall – what matters most is how many times you get back up. Steve Rogers knew this lesson far too well and it was one Matt Murdock had endured all his life. With both men at their lowest, could a chance friendship bring each of them to their feet again?

Everybody Eats When They Come to My House

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“You’ll ruin your dinner,” Sam says, gesturing with Steve with his spatula.

i fear for the calendar; its days are numbered

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Before she goes off the grid, Natasha gives Steve her phone number. He’s honored that he’s the only one to be trusted with it, but quickly learns that she spends most of her free time texting him Dad jokes.

Status Quo Ante

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

A tale in which Sam suspects he should be used to this by now, for values of 'this' that involve certain folks he hangs out with and situations he finds himself in, Team Cap becomes Team Ex-Cap becomes TBD, and nobody but Clint really wants to know what happened to Scott Lang's GI Joes. (Sam Wilson from the final scene to the mid-credits scene.)

The Glass Parade

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Steve thinks that he’s seen Natasha be at least three different people in the short time he’s known her, and he isn’t sure which one is real.

In which the most confusing part of the future is how much Steve has in common with Natasha, and the fact that she seems dead-set on being his friend.

Still Life

Steve Rogers and a very modern form of art therapy. (The one where Steve draws himself out of despair and into some notoriety when his cartoons hit the internet, but he's still not allowed to look at Tumblr without an okay from Pepper.)

Selective Service

The serum's given Steve a lot, but it hasn't taken anything away from him. Not even the things he never wanted in the first place.

I'm a Hustler, Baby

Steve Rogers has a talent for pool--and for making others believe he's terrible at it.

The Healing Properties of Felt-Tip Pens

Rapid healing has worked wonders on Steve Rogers' body, but occasionally it really screws with his head. In the aftermath of torture, Bruce Banner helps Steve to reconcile mind and body.

If I Die Before I Wake

It's his job, as their leader, to endure the sadistic focus of their captor, and that is the one thought that carries Steve through.

Even Gods Do

Captain America doesn't have a good relationship with sleep anymore. Also, he's not a toy.

Under My Skin

Written for a prompt on avengerkink: I want to see something where, for whatever reason, Steve's accelerated healing turns out to be a bad thing. Something where the faster healing is making things worse. I would prefer something other than the standard, super-healing allows for more torture without death. “He's lucky – to have the serum, to have you all.” Tony wasn't sure about that first part. When one faced death and destruction every day on the job, there were many advantages to having a healing factor...and a great many disadvantages as well.

A Glossary of the 21st Century

Pairings: pre-Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Steve's sick of not understanding what's going on, and the team are not all that helpful, so he starts keeping an illustrated notebook for further research. With the help of wiki, google and Logan he starts to settle in and find his place in the twenty-first century.

Blanket Gift Policy

“You didn’t,” Bucky said, with no real hope of being contradicted. Clint shrugged helplessly and passed him the large, soft bundle wrapped in shiny purple foil.

“Sorry.” Tony covered his eyes with one hand.

“I’m getting a migraine.”

“So,” Bruce said wearily, “counting Clint, me, Bucky, Tony, and Sam, that brings it up to five.”

“Excuse you, mine’s not a blanket,” Sam said. “Mine’s a slanket. Big difference.”

Bucky resisted the urge to throw the whole heap of parcels at Sam’s head. “Because it has sleeves? It’s still a blanket, Wilson. They’re all blankets. Even Thor’s direct-from-Asgard raven gift delivery was a cloak, which just means it’s a blanket with a strap. We all got Steve a goddamn blanket.”

One Tin Soldier

Written for a prompt at avengerkink: Because really, under any other circumstances, why would they follow him when he's some guy who's younger than the rest of them (time as a Capsicle aside), who goes around wearing that spangly outfit, who's not even used to the modern world? Why Steve Rogers, rather than a Norse god or the CEO of Stark Industries or anyone else?

“Love is for children,” she'd said, but respect knew no such bounds. The five times the Avengers accepted Steve as their leader, and the one time they followed without question.

and if there's life we'll see it

Steve is instantly taken with this idea of having the picture of the person calling you flash on your screen when they ring your cell.

Secure Your Own Oxygen Mask (Before Assisting Others)

Steve keeps going, because they need him. Being Captain America - having the serum - is a responsibility and a privilege he takes seriously, and he won't waste it by sitting around resting in the middle of a crisis. But then the work is over, and the original victims of the crisis aren't the only ones needing looking after.

Way of the Eagle

Clint introduces Steve to kung-fu movies. Things escalate quickly.

Walking Wounded

In the aftermath of the battle against the Chitauri, Steve's doing just fine. Until he's not. Fortunately, Thor is a perfect mother-hen, Tony makes decent back-up, JARVIS is a genius, and Soap Operas are life-changing. (Or, Post-Shawarma Feels.)

[krreader]

BTS reacting to a sasaeng trying to touch/take photos of your baby bump.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: mentions of physical assault genre: angst ; fluff word count: 2.5k+

a/n: I hope the reality would be the boys yeeting these sasaengs into another universe, seriously. but for the sake of the story, here. thanks for the request @sakuroseuchiha​, and I’m very sorry it took forever ♥

kim seokjin

“What is this?” Jin entered the bedroom and practically pushed the phone in your face, his breathing heavy and his cheeks flushed, clearly upset.

You looked at what he was showing you, but then quickly averted your gaze and continued folding the laundry as if what he was showing you didn’t matter.

“(Y/N)!” he rarely got angry, not like this. And you knew that he wasn't angry with you.. maybe only for not telling him about what had happened today. He grabbed your upper arm and turned you so that you had to look at him, “Why didn't you tell me about this?”

“I didn't want you to get angry.. like now,” you sighed deeply, “I wasn't hurt, I walked into the nearest store and they didn't follow me inside because the shop owners were kind enough to help me and keep them out. All they got was a blurry photo.”

Your husband's mouth dropped, his eyebrows furrowing, “How can you be so nonchalant about this?”

You snorted, “What do you want me to do, Seokjin? Do you want me to sob my eyes out because some sixteen year old girls wanted to become Twitter famous by posting our unborn child on their Twitter account? If I were that weak, then marrying you wouldn't have been a good idea in the first place,” you pushed his hand away, “I'm fine.”

Maybe, but he wasn't. He was so tired of this bullshit.

And you only found out just how tired he was when you wanted to go grocery shopping the next day and were face-to-face with a man that introduced himself as your new bodyguard that your husband had hired to make sure that situations like those wouldn't happen anymore.

You had meant what you had said, you were fine, but knowing that someone that size was following you around and making sure that no harm would come to you and – even more importantly – to your unborn child – made you feel a lot more at ease.

min yoongi

Yoongi cursed and thanked BigHit at the same time for existing.

On one hand, he hated himself for ever having signed up with them, because now you and his unborn child were in danger because of him, but at the same time, he was so grateful that they tried their best in protecting the three of you to the best of their abilities.

One of the staff members had managed to gain access to a secret forum used only by sasaengs, where they shared private information about idols that nobody but these idols, their families and the company should know about.

And during this 'undercover work', she discovered a thread dedicated to you and Yoongi, or more specifically, your unborn child.

She found out that they had found out where you had planned to have your delivery and wanted to be there to take pictures of the two – or in the end – three of you.

You and Yoongi would have had no idea about this. You would have had no other choice but to endure it and later see these very private photos online, but thanks to her, you were able to switch hospitals last minute and were able to handle this matter privately.

That female staff member said she was merely doing her job when you and Yoongi thanked her later, but your husband made sure that she didn't just get a raise, but a promotion on top of it.

You both owed her a lot.

jung hoseok

“Look, daddy!” Hoseok beamed happily as he watched his son point upwards to the head of the giraffe, “Soooooo biggy!”

“If you want to be that big, you need to eat all the vegetables that mommy puts on your plate from now on, okay?” he tickled the little boy a little, engulfed by his beautiful laughter, that he didn't realize what was happening behind him.

You were standing a few feet behind them, wanting them to enjoy a father-son moment, while also watching the buggy. However, unlike your husband, you weren't smiling. Your eyes were focused on three girls to your right who had been following you for the past fifteen minutes and were now debating on whether or not to go up to your husband and say something.

And you really didn't mind if they said hello when it was only Hoseok, but your child was with you and you didn't want to involve him in that life. Not yet, not if you could avoid it.

However, you had been wrong all along. You thought that they were whispering among themselves to figure out a strategy on when to go up to Hoseok. 

But that wasn't the case.

They were waiting until they were sure that he was busy enough with your son not to notice what they were doing.

Which was pull out their phones, all three of them, and then point the camera at you.

Even though you knew it wasn't actually you, but the baby bump that had begun to form. A story that had only been rumors up until now, but you were too far along now to hide it any longer.

The moment you realized what was happening, you pushed the buggy forward until you were at your husband's side and said: “We need to go. Right now.”

With how alert you were, he instantly became too, started looking around and realized what was happening.

He put his son in the baggy, then took off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders, before he pushed the baggy with one hand and you gently forward with his hand on your lower back.

So much for keeping the secret about baby number two a little longer.

kim namjoon

Namjoon had been an idol for long enough to know when someone was obviously staring at him out in public.

And you had been with him for long enough to know when he was uncomfortable. He constantly shifted in his seat, glanced around and nervously bounced his leg up and down.

Eventually you reached over the table and put your hand over this, “Come on. Let's ask them if they can fill our drinks in take-away cups and go home.”

You had wanted to enjoy the possible last peaceful coffee shop date that you could have before your daughter would be born, but when married to Kim Namjoon, a peaceful date outside was almost never an option. And normally, when it had been only him and you, he hadn't minded as much. But now he was scared for his child.

And as soon as the two of you got up, his biggest fear became reality, when a girl walked by and spilled her – thankfully – cold coffee on you. More specifically, on your baby bump. Accidentally, as she tried to make you two believe, but you knew better.

Even more so when she started bowing, apologized and then immediately wanted to rub over your baby bump with tissues to clean your clothes.

Namjoon was alert in an instant, but you were faster and grabbed the wrist of the girl, smiling at her, but your eyes were so dangerous that the girl gulped down.

“Thank you, but I'll do that myself.”

“I..- I only..-”

“I said I can do it myself,” you grabbed your bag and then Namjoon's hand, “Let's just go home.”

Sometimes he forgot just how much of a mother you already were before your baby was even born. 

Nobody like that was allowed to touch your baby, not now and not ever.

park jimin

Jimin had been so naive to think that the pregnancy would be a peaceful one for you. He had let his guard down after month seven, after nothing bad or weird having happened.

And that was a huge mistake.

You were due in a few weeks and he wanted you two to have one final romantic night out before the baby would be born, meaning dinner in the restaurant of your choice, then going for a walk at the Han River, then going home and.. well..

But your night was cut short when you couldn't even make it to the restaurant. As soon as Jimin had parked the car and helped you out, a swarm of fans, which were sasaengs through and through, because they were the only ones who could have found out where you'd be eating tonight, came running to you.

He realized it in time, managed to push you back into the car before their grabby hands could touch your baby bump and managed to push all of them back enough to shut the car door.

Their attention shifted from you to him and they all started to touch him and pull on his clothes. He tried to push them away from him so that he could go around the car and get in himself, but there were simply too many.

All the while, you were sitting in the car, desperately banging on the window and begging them to stop, trying to open the door to help your husband, but he was blocking it from getting opened.

There was no way he’d let you back out there.

You reached into your purse and wanted to call the police, but since you were in an underground parking lot, your phone didn't have any service.

At that point, you were sobbing your eyes out because of how scared you were for Jimin, but then someone from the building, maybe guests of one of the restaurants or people that worked there, saw what was happening and helped Jimin pull the girls away from him, one after the other. 

They told him to get in the car and he did so without hesitation, reversing and then driving away without looking back, eternally grateful for these kind strangers.

“It's okay,” he tried to calm you down while driving away.

But it wasn't okay. Not when he had scratches on his face and hands, not when he was close to tears himself.. not when you realized all that stress caused you to suddenly go into labor. 

kim taehyung

This day had started out so well.

The weather was so perfect that Taehyung and you had spontaneously decided to go on a little road trip.

With you having passed the worst of your pregnancy phase and being able to actually walk and eat without throwing up every hour, it was now the perfect opportunity to just drive around and find a really cute spot to hang out, maybe have a picnic or coffee/tea.

But you should have guessed that it wasn't as easy as that, because Taehyung's super hardcore fans had never been ones to just leave him alone.

You had been driving for a while and you had become thirsty, so the two of you had searched for a very cute café and found one that was so aesthetically pleasing that you forgot about your surroundings for a second and just.. enjoyed it. Like every other normal human being would.

Your husband had gone inside to grab the drinks, so he wasn't there to stop what was happening.

“What the hell?!” you instantly pushed the chair back when you saw a hand reach down to your belly to touch it, then jumped up, “What do you think you're doing?!”

Unfortunately, there weren't too many people around to help you, only an elderly man and a young couple that, by the looks of it, hadn't even graduated high school. They wouldn’t be much help.

“Please, we just want to touch it. This is from Taehyung, directly from him, we just..-”

“I'm going to give you a fair warning,” your husband pushed himself between you and the girls, pointing his finger at one of the girls chest, “You come this close to my wife or child again, I will call the police and I'll make sure that your future is ruined. Do you understand?”

“But..-”

“No. No but. There is a line and you just crossed it. So this is my final warning. Leave now, or I'll call the police.”

The two girls glanced to the side to find the shop owner already standing there with her phone, ready to call the police if Taehyung said so.

You doubted that people like that had much planned for their future, but the threat of police and a possible lawsuit involving thousands, if not millions, if Taehyung had his way, scared them enough for them to scurry away.

You only allowed yourself to breathe again when they were out of sight, your husband immediately cupping your face and checking to see if you were harmed.

“I'm fine,” you shook your head a little, “I'm fine.”

“Shit,” he pulled you against him and kissed the top of your head, “I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I'll be more careful from now on.”

jeon jeongguk

This had been a massive scandal from the get-go. Not only were you and Jeongguk not married when rumors started to form that you were pregnant, but he was also 'way too young' to have a kid now and 'not in the right place in life yet' to be a father.

BigHit had kept quiet through it all, knowing that those weren't just rumors that people spewed, but the truth.

You were indeed pregnant. An accidental pregnancy that had shocked you and your boyfriend to the core, but after countless of nights crying and worrying, you've not just accepted it, but were looking forward to your baby.

The first few months were easy, a comeback had overshadowed the rumors and whenever they were doing interviews, BigHit made sure to tell the journalist not to ask any personal questions, or they'd be kicked out of the panels – they really had no mercy in that sense.

But there came a point where you just couldn't hide it anymore, unless you were to stay at home every single day till the day of the delivery.

And well, you didn’t.

You waited until Jeongguk was gone to leave, knowing that it'd be easier if it were just you, had taken precautions and worn a hat and a face mask... but these sasaengs, man.

You couldn't take fifteen footsteps until you heard screaming from a distance and a group of seven people charging at you with their phones up in the air, ready to take photos of your baby bump and expose it to the world.

Since you were still close to the entrance of your neighborhood, the security guard reacted perfectly, grabbed you by your upper arms and pulled you back in, closing the gate to Hannam Hill just in time and turned you around so that the girls wouldn't see your baby bump properly.

They were left standing and screaming at the fence, reaching through it like crazy zombies.

Rather scary, actually.

“You need to be careful, Ms. (Y/L/N),” the security guard warned as he walked you back to your apartment, “You can't just go out like this without precautions.”

“I just wanted to buy something for the baby,” you said sadly with slumped shoulders, “They have this limited Disney collection at Spao.. I just wanted to get something for my daughter.”

He let out a heavy sigh and watched you enter the building extremely upset.

Maybe it wasn’t his place, but when Jeongguk came home that night, he told him about the incident, wanting to make sure that he’d talk to you and make you understand that you couldn’t just go out like that without some sort of security.

And well, let’s just say Jeongguk’s father side really jumped out that night. He had you sit down on the couch and lectured you for nearly an hour without you saying a word.

[admiral-alby]

bob fic recs galore

here’s the fruits of my labour. a working fic rec master-post containing multiple bob ships and many, many amazing fics. the writers in this fandom are absolutely incredible and their talent astounds me every time I read a new fic. all the kudos to y’all. keep on keeping on!

this is a long post. recs and some general notes are under the cut :)

(04/13/21) I’ll do my best to keep this list updated... or I’ll make a part 2 depending on length. if anyone has any recs that are not already listed in this post, please please message me! this is no way an exhaustive list and I’m sure I missed some fantastic fics out there - to get started I mostly just plucked from my bookmarks. I’d be happy to add on new fics for ANY pairing, rare-pairs included. I don’t really have much for rare-pairs in this rec because I haven’t read much yet but that will change soon when I have some more time on my hands to get into them  :)

if you are an author on this list and you would like your work removed from it, please just message me. no explanation necessary I will take it off asap.

I’ll make the disclaimer that while I tried to include some general information about each fic, I did not include tags/warnings. so if you choose a fic, read the tags and proceed at your own discretion.

 @capsparkyspeirs   you’re a lovely human being and this is probably not what you were imagining when I said I’d be happy to rec some fics for you. I admit it got a little out of hand but there’s so many great fics out there I couldn’t stand to choose just a couple to send your way... so you get them all! you inspired me to do this, so this is for you and anyone else who wants to read some great fics but doesn’t know where to start <3

WINNIX (RICHARD WINTERS/LEWIS NIXON)

Long Ago and Far Away (Canon Winnix) by churchkey (Series) Rated T-E / Canon Era / 18013 Words (Total) / 4 Parts / Not Complete

Summary: “A few scenes exploring how Dick and Lew became the timeless cosmic lovers they were born to be.“

*Each part can be read as a stand-alone!

It Happened One Night by raquelelpillo Rated M / Groundhog Day AU / 7704 Words / Complete

Summary: “ Nixon gets the chance to do the day before the big jump over and over and over (or, Every Fandom Needs Groundhog's Day Fic).”

Finding Our Way in the Dark by rilla Rated E / Canon Era / Soulmate AU / 8477 Words / Complete

Summary: “After Dick and Lew share their first kiss in Austria, they open their eyes to find a golden thread binding their wrists together.“

Mutual by miss_grey Rated G / Canon Era / 2105 Words / Complete

Summary: “Dick couldn’t help wondering to himself when exactly Nix had decided that Dick’s personal space had become their mutual space.“

Let Me Be Close by armyofbees  Rated G / Canon Era (Post-War) / 8679 Words / Complete

Summary: “Five things Nix loves about Dick, and one thing Dick loves about Nix.Or,The thing about Nix, Dick is beginning to learn, is that he doesn’t love in halves. Nix loves with everything in him, and sometimes that means moving to the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania for Dick. Sometimes it means making spaghetti with him because Dick came to New Jersey and planted tomatoes, of all things. Sometimes it means telling without saying.”

Let’s Start the New Year Right by slightlytookish Rated G / Canon Era (Post-War) / 10523 Words / Complete

Summary: “Nix had always been able to pick Dick out of a crowd, even when he was lying on his belly in the dirt two hundred yards away, squinting through binoculars at an entire company of men wearing identical uniforms. It was easier to spot him in the crush of people inside Penn Station, even out of the familiar uniform: the same tall figure, the same bright hair, the same way he always seemed to find Nix just as easily and turn towards him, like an arrow on a compass.”

Lancaster County by raquelelpillo Rated T / AU / 31500 Words / 17 Chapters / Complete

Summary: “Nix is born later. Dick is there. (AU). Set in the summer of 1942 in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.”

**It is part of a series with the other works being small ‘extras’ set through the story. This is the main work. It ends a bit ambiguously.

SPEIRTON (RONALD SPEIRS/CARWOOD LIPTON)

The Desolate House by Howling_Harpy Rated E / Canon Era (Post-War) / 26672 Words / Complete

Summary: “It's been fifteen years since Carwood has last seen or spoken to Speirs when they reunite suddenly at an Easy Company reunion and have both recently relocated back to the US. Carwood has promised to his mother to finish packing and cleaning the family's boarding house that's about to be put up for sale, and on a whim invites Speirs to help him. He didn't expect him to actually show up.”

and you on my mind by seabright Rated E / Canon Era (Post-War) / 11081 Words / Complete

Summary: “’You say that you don’t want any of Easy to know that you’re in Boston but you give me your address.’  Following a relationship through the end of the war and beyond.”

Of Soldiers and Secrets by nanuk_dain Rated E / Canon Era / 62988 Words / 26 Chapters / Complete

Summary: “A series of moments in the life of the Easy men, from Foy until after the war, focussing on the development of the relationship of Carwood Lipton and Ronald Speirs.”

Erasure by Howling_Harpy Rated M / Canon Era (Post-War) / 15255 Words / Complete

Summary: “Carwood takes time off from work to visit his mother to get away from his lonely life in Boston. Ron is deployed to Korea and has been for a long while, and after spending a year alone and even longer lying to everyone, Carwood is not sure he wants to live like this anymore.”

Fluences by masongirl (Series) Rated T-M / Canon Era / Soulmates AU / 12818 Words (Total) / 5 Works / Complete

Summary: “ Soulmate AU in which soulmates can sense each other's emotions if they are close enough.”

**Mainly Speirton centric. Part 2 is Winnix & Part 3 is Shifty/Tab.

A Thousand Kisses by Arwen88 Rated T / Canon Era / 1993 Words / Complete

Summary: “ A late night in Hardigny brings Carwood to the room where Ron is dealing with paperwork, but even with a comfortable bed, he can’t find his peace. Late night chats have Ron showing a side of himself that Carwood had not expected.”

stop the world by languageofthebirds Rated T / Canon Era / 3001 Words / Complete

Summary: “The way his hair fell in mussed waves over his forehead made Carwood want to reach out and run his fingers through it. He was sin personified, in that moment.”

**Did I throw in a shameless self promo? Sure did.

WEBGOTT (JOSEPH LIEBGOTT/DAVID WEBSTER)

rivers always reach the sea by bitchbutter (Series) Rated E / Canon Era / 40790 Words (Total) / 2 Works / Not Complete / Last Updated March 17, 2021

Part 1 Summary: “Joe breaks things off with Web in Austria. Of course, nothing with them is ever that simple.“

Part 2 Summary: “The end of the war could be the end of a lot of things. If Joe could let it be.“

if i know you at all, i know you’ve gone too far by starblessed Rated T / Canon Era / 2654 Words / Complete

Summary: “How many stars d’you think there are, Web?” Joe asks after a moment.David has no damned clue. “A lot,” he answers confidently. “Millions.”“Millions,” echoes Joe. The glittering stars are reflected in his eyes, like black pits sending each beam of light back outward. It’s almost hypnotizing, the way they flicker. If he stares too long, David knows he will get lost in them...  and that doesn't seem like the worst way to go.”

Teller of Tales; Song of Songs by thedastardly Rated E / Canon Era (Post War) / 8352 Words / Complete

Summary: “He hopes that he dreams about the mountaintop tonight. He isn’t in the mood to dream of the water, the shore, the everything after, again.”

the only noise beating out is ours by lakehymn Rated M / Canon Era (Post-War) / 3470 Words / Complete

Summary: “Over the next couple weeks, Webster realizes that Liebgott has effortlessly invaded every corner of his life. Even on the days when he barely sees Liebgott at all, he can always find comic books or packs of cigarettes lying around somewhere. It’s almost disconcerting how ordinary it’s beginning to feel to stumble upon someone else’s belongings in his own house.”

push and pull by LT_Aldo_Raine

Rated T / Modern AU / 4115 Words / Complete

Summary: ““got hands like an ocean, push you out, pull you back in” And David Webster never could resist the ocean. OR: Webster snorted, a sardonic sound that echoed across the hotel room. “You don’t know the first thing about what I need.””

hang in there, baby by rilla Rated M / Modern AU / 3116 Words / Complete

Summary: “Written for the Kisstober prompt 'upside down Spiderman kisses'. '“I don’t know what I was expecting when I asked you what your top fantasy is,” Web says, “but it wasn’t this."'”

In His Wildest Dreams by Impala_Chick Rated E / Canon Era / Dream Sharing AU / 3891 Words / Complete

Summary: “While David is in the hospital, he starts sharing dreams with Liebgott.“

Black Ink on Some Blue Lines by thelastfig Rated E / Canon Era & Post War / 10185 Words / Complete

Summary: “It’s been sixteen years since the letter was written, but it never found its way to the one it was intended for. The thing about secrets is they eat away at you, not all at once but slowly over the years, and you begin to wonder, to play out the what if scenarios in your mind. Instead, David buried it away and pretended like it never existed. He should have killed it, he thinks to himself, not buried it while it still had breath in its lungs. In which David remembers his evolving relationship with Joe over the course of the war and decides to deliver a letter.”

LUZTOYE (GEORGE LUZ/JOSEPH TOYE)

The best laid plans by masongirl (Series) Rated G-E / Modern AU / 52652 Words (Total) / 15 Parts / Complete

Summary: “Modern AU in which Joe and George find each other as college students and build a life together.“

each and every day (of the year) by bruce_the_shark Rated M / Modern AU / 21630 Words / 2 Chapters / Complete

Summary: “Joe grins, lifts his hand from George’s hip to grip him by the chin, twists his face around to catch his lips in a bruising kiss. George relishes in it, likes how the taste of Joe’s preferred brand of liquor mixes with the taste of his own on his tongue. He grins against Joe’s lips, knows it’s going to be a good year.”

Babysitting and Other Rationales by aces_low Rated T / Modern AU / 3267 Words / Complete

Summary: “George Luz is a god damn saint, or at least some kind of kid whisperer. And Joe's just trying to keep his head on straight.”

who let the dogs in? by starblessed Rated T / Modern AU / 1869 Words / Complete

Summary: ““And he heard me shouting and I guess it inspired him or something, cause he full-on charged at me, Joe, and before I could even slam the door, he was just —“ George cuts off with an incoherent noise, gesturing grandly to their front door. “In! And then he was running, and sniffing everything, and exploring our shit, and he peed —““Not on my damn couch,” Joe growls.“No, on the nice carpet. Marking his territory, y’know? Except it’s our territory, but I guess it’s his now, because he won’t freakin’ leave.”

BABEROE (EDWARD HEFFRON/EUGENE ROE)

Call me sweetheart, please? by mariamegale (Series) Rated G-E / Modern AU / 95865 Words (Total) / 12 Works / Complete

Summary: “A not-relationship in the making.”

**Each part could be read as a standalone I suppose... But it’s so worth it to read the whole series!

between the walls by CountlessStars Rated M / Canon Era (Post-War) / 2275 Words / Complete

Summary: “ Eugene decides to paint his living room. It should be easy, it really should, but it doesn't go as planned (in more ways than one).”

Walking Wounded by papersky_pencilstars Rated G / Canon Era / Magic AU / 3501 Words / Complete

Summary: “Prompt: Canon-era; Either Gene or Babe have magic, or both. Maybe magic is known or maybe they need to hide it.”

JOHNNY MARTIN/BULL RANDLEMAN

they don’t know about the up all nights (they don’t know I’ve waited all my life) by PotofCoffee Rated T / Canon Era / 22010 Words / 3 Chapters / Complete

Summary: “ Johnny and Bull throughout the war, in a slow meandering dance you might just call love.”

All My Love to Give by Muccamukk Rated E / Canon Era / 8852 Words / Complete

Summary: “ Johnny wants to screw around to pass the time. Bull wants to show Johnny how he feels without having to risk saying it”

The Red String by Arwen88 Rated M / Canon Era / Soulmates AU / 1834 Words / Complete

Summary: “He had to wrench his gaze away from the sickening sight, from the machine that was probably moments away from killing his soulmate. He would’ve thrown himself under that tank if that meant saving his lover, but he couldn’t do it. He had to take care of his men, and so he forced himself to stop looking, to order his men to retreat, to see that they did what he was screaming at them.“

Over Where You Began Muccamukk Rated E / Canon Era / 2949 Words / Complete

Summary: “ The way Bull saw it, Johnny was mad at him now, and Bull had no idea what he'd done wrong. Maybe it was better to just let it lie, let Johnny come out of whatever angry mood he was in on his own, instead of kicking an ant's nest.”

Simple as a Glass of Chocolate by ThrillingDetectiveTales Rated E / Canon Era / 2600 Words / Complete

Summary: ““It was supposed to be syrup,” Johnny muttered darkly. “Says right there on the can!”“Reckon it started out that way,” Bull shrugged, biting his lip against a smile when Johnny narrowed a glare over his shoulder.(In which Johnny and Bull try to sweeten up their sex life and it doesn't go exactly as planned.)”

CHUCK GRANT/RONALD SPEIRS

to Babel, in ruins by captainkilly Rated T / Canon Era (Post-War) / 5114 Words / Complete

Summary: “Chuck knows recovery isn't a linear event. Knows there are times when words will leave him and the night will place him back beneath the dirt. Knows there are things he just can't speak about.Captain Speirs hears him anyway.”

pulse by captainkilly Rated T / Canon Era  / 4706 Words / Complete

Summary: “ Ron Speirs knows how to kill. Knows how to hurt, how to twist, how to maim. He doesn't think he's figured out how to love, not really, not where it counts the most, but the touches he reserves for Chuck Grant beg to differ.. “

AUTHORS

there are so many authors on this list that have written tons of amazing works for one or multiple pairings. as much as I would have loved to, I couldn’t rec all of their works... I had a hard enough time keeping it down to 3 or less works from the same author! similar to fics, I’ve only linked authors that I am familiar with/know have written multiple fics, so feel free to send me more people to add to the list :)

churchkey - is a sweetheart. has multiple amazing winnix works. she has recently gotten into super rarepair toye/malarkey. godspeed I’ll see you there when I read those fics.

ThrillingDetectiveTales - writes for multiple pairings. all of their works are fantastic! every time I see their name as the author I go !! and know it’s going to be good.

Howling_Harpy - has written so many fics. many different pairings. lots of speirton. they’ve ripped my heart out and made me cry but then gently kissed my forehead and put my heart back. I think that’s praise of the highest order.

masongirl - another fantastic author who has written so many amazing fics. tons of speirton and other ships too. also has made me cry and then quietly wiped my tears away.

mariamegale - baberoe queen. that’s all I have to say. I was tempted to just rec all her baberoe fics. check them out!

Muccamukk - another multi ship, multi works writer. i had a hard time only choosing a few of their fics to rec. they’ve got so much to offer!

Impala_Chick - writes lots of great webgott and other pairings too!

captainkilly - if i could rec all her fics I would. there’s some rarepair pieces that are fantastic. I didn’t list it here because it’s more of a character centric piece with an OFC and a little bit of ron/chuck dashed in mostly at the end, but read her form & void series. seriously. read it. I have nothing else to say because her work speaks for itself.

Arwen88 - another writer for multiple pairings with multiple works! love to see it. some great rarepair stuff and also fantastic popular pairings.

LT_Aldo_Raine - love their work! they write for multiple pairings.