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It's Been Awhile

Pairing: Jason Todd/Reader

Word Count: 5,500

Rating: Explicit, there is sex, R18

Summary: Reader visits Jason after some time.

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A/N: Hey guys! It's been awhile, hasn't it. Sorry it's not a Red Who update, but I promise I have not abandoned it yet.

I am extremely rusty, because I haven't been reading nor writing much lately. I have a full time job now, and I'm on my way to paving my career. I still think of you guys a lot, though. So thank you so much for sticking with me till now. To the new followers, you won't see much activity here, but I will return from time to time to post or scroll or check up on things.

I'm so rusty that a 5000 word count felt so long to me. I remember when I was churning like, 12k word count within a week. Lol, I would love to try that out again. Anyway, enough rambling. I hope you all enjoy! This is the most I've written in a while.

You kicked an empty beer can aside and heard its metallic clink against the brick wall as you walked down the narrow alley.

From all the years you spent in alleyways, you got used to the smell and the suspicious puddles. It was dimly lit, the only light source coming from the apartment windows above you. You stopped below the fire escape and jumped, hands grasping the end of the metal ladder to pull it down so you could climb up.

You counted the floors. Four, seven… twelfth. You stopped a floor below your target so you could carefully creep up to the thirteenth. You peeked through your target’s opened window carefully. His apartment was brightly lit and clean. You noticed all the surfaces like the coffee table at the centre of the living room, and the small dining table at the far side of the apartment near the main entrance, were clear of any clutter or stains. The light grey sofa near the window where you were at looked new, with fluffed cushions arranged on the seats along with a beige throw blanket.

Your target had his bare back facing you, standing at the kitchen where he was putting away the dishes in the overhead cabinet. He was shirtless, so you could see the muscles of his back ripple and flex when he reached above his head. You climbed through the window silently and entered his apartment.

“Hello there-” you started, but immediately ducked to avoid the flying mug aimed at you but missing and crashed into pieces behind you. “Wow, rude.”

“Christ,” Jason swore when he realised who you were. “What the fuck? You scared the shit outta me.”

You grinned at him. “Not my fault you’re losing your touch. You really didn’t hear me?”

“I was never able to hear you, you know that,” he scowled and crossed his arms while walking towards you. “Take off your shoes, you’re dragging dirt all over my house.”

“Not until you clean up the glass.”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes, grabbing a broom to sweep away the shards.

You sat down on his sofa. An awkward silence passed.

“So,” you looked around his apartment. It was familiar because you’ve been there so many times before, but he had obviously done some rearranging and bought new furniture. There were definitely more books on his shelf now. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah.”

“Around… six months?”

“Without any messages or phone calls,” he frowned, looking at the floor that was now clean and clear.

“Jason,” you groaned, “You know I couldn’t.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed, putting aside the dustpan. “It’s just- it was hard not knowing whether you were safe or not.”

“You think undercover has been easy for me too?” you demanded.

“I know it hasn’t- look, I don’t want to argue,” he admitted. He sat down on the sofa next to you. You felt the sofa dip at his weight. “I’ve been undercover too. I know how hard it is. I was just worried.”

You looked at him. His thick eyebrows were pulled down in a frown, his icy blue eyes staring at you intensely. He had a bruise that was healing on the upper corner of his left cheekbone, and a fresh new cut on his lower lip.

“You’re my best friend. You’re the only one I’ve known the longest. Not knowing whether you were dead or alive does things to a person,” he stressed.

“Well, I’m here now. Alive. And demanding you get me some liquor,” you winked.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but complied. “Since when did you start drinking casually?”

You hesitated. “Since Elisa.”

“I have whiskey, bourbon, gin, tequila and beer,” he listed the contents of his liquor cabinet.

“Gin, soda and lime, please,” you ordered. Jason immediately got to work, making you your cocktail. “Bring the bottle here as well. I might want a top up.”

He raised an eyebrow as he served you and put the bottle of gin down on the coffee table.

“Aww, you even put a little lime wedge. Cute,” you teased and sipped. “Yep, I was right. Did you always used to make your drinks this weak?”

“You never complained before,” he replied, watching you pour a little more gin in your glass. “The drinks in Cuba must be strong.”

You paused, lips still on the rim of the cup. Silence fell again, before you shrugged. “I’ve taken quite a liking to rum.”

You dug through the sling bag pouch you had across your body and took out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jason protested.

“Uh, I’m lightshing a shigarette,” you answered with the cigarette already on your lips.

“One, no smoking in my house,” he snatched the cigarette from you and threw it on the table, “ Two, did Elisa smoke too?”

“She didn’t and then she did,” you scowled, “How long have you quit?”

“Four months,” he said, “I use these now. It’s helped a lot. I suggest you do the same.”

He took out a bright pink cylindrical metal tube with a straw-like tip from the pocket of his sweatpants and sucked the end. He exhaled a thick cloud of white mist that smelled of-

You burst into laughter.

“What?” he huffed.

“I’m sorry, but right now I’m just imagining bumping into you in a dark alleyway, all big and muscly, with your leather jacket and combat boots, and suddenly you smell like- what’s that, watermelon?”

“Yeah, so what?” he pouted, “I don’t even have the urge to smoke anymore.”

“You’re right, that’s good,” you smiled, “I’m proud of you.”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, “So, what are you doing here? You back for good?”

“Officially, my role in the mission has ended,” you explained, “But I might have to go back from time to time… And…”

“You’re leaving again?” he guessed solemnly.

You pursed his lips and looked at him. “How much do you know about what I was doing?”

“Not much,” he began, “Just that you were undercover in Cuba, leading some sort of coup?”

“Not exactly leading a coup,” you corrected, “I was hired by a private organisation to infiltrate and, uh, get rid of corrupted leaders internally, and replace them with clean people so that the citizens can have a chance at improving the country.”

“So… American intervention to reestablish democracy and change regimes?” Jason smirked, “Like Cuba in the sixties? Bolivia, Ghana, Angola, and my personal favourite, Iraq?”

“It’s not like that,” you defended, “And not American. Not CIA. Not United Nations. Jason, these people are real. They have no other agenda but to give people freedom. We’re made of many countries and nationalities- mostly third world whose countries have been ravished by colonialism and intervention. Think Che Guevara, but bigger. Richer. Way richer. More organized. They’ve been recruiting ex-agents and spies, people who can’t be blackmailed or bribed with money. People who care about change.”

“So that’s what you’ve been doing?” he realised, “Been playing Spy Kids with communists.”

“We’re not calling ourselves that,” you argued, “And we’re not going for the communist revolution. We want to go for a more organic change.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” he sighed in defeat.

“Because… I want you to come with me next,” you positioned your body to fully face him, crossing your legs on the sofa.

“What?” he asked incredulously, “And what, abandon Gotham?”

“Gotham doesn’t need people like you and me, Jay,” you whispered, “It needs Batman, and Nightwing, and Robin, and all of them. Gotham needs hope. People like us don’t belong here.”

“People like us?”

“You know what I mean,” you said sternly, “Our skills are needed and appreciated elsewhere.”

Another moment of silence of you and Jason just glaring at each other. You saw the way Jason’s eyes examined your expression, your body language. He knew you were completely serious about this.

You broke eye contact and took a few sips of your drink, feeling the contradictory refreshment and burn.

“Just think about it. You have time. I’m on a decently long break before going to the next mission,” you leaned back against the cushion and closed your eyes, “Mmm, I want to go to a nice spa. Get some new clothes. Watch movies. Source for some cool gadgets from Bruce. Spend some time with the family.”

“For how long?”

“A couple of months.”

You heard Jason sigh again. That’s how it was with Jason. Just constant sighing.

“Fine, I’ll think about it.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him. “Really?”

He was looking down into his own cocktail. “I don’t think I can go another six months not knowing what the fuck you’re doing, where you are, whether you’re dead or alive. So, yes. I’ll fuckin’ think about it.”

You felt bad. From the moment you told him you were leaving to go undercover, from the moment you went silent, you felt immensely guilty for leaving him. It was your first time without contact with him, and hell, it was difficult for you too. He was your first friend, your first family. Your life would not have been your life without Jason Todd.

“Hey,” you said softly, reaching out to his face to make him look at you. “I missed you.”

He simply stared. He looked like he was struggling to say something, or struggling to stop himself from saying something.

Then, he looked away. “So, how was it?”

“Pretty fucking cool,” you admitted, relaxing back into your usual self. “I felt like I was in a movie. Being undercover without anyone knowing sucks ass, though. Couldn’t be myself. Couldn’t do whatever I wanted to do, say whatever I wanted to say. Fuck, it was so hard. That’s when the drinking started.”

He chuckled. “Liar.”

“Excuse me?” you turned to him.

“Liar,” he stated, “That’s not how the drinking started. Something happened.”

“A lot of things happen when you’re undercover, Jason,” you snapped.

“I’m just saying,” he smirked, “You may have gotten used to lying to everyone around you. But you can’t lie to me.”

You hated how right he was.

“Put on some tunes,” you demanded, “Like I said, I couldn’t be myself. So tonight, I am going to drink and I am going to do whatever I want, and say whatever I want.”

“And as always, I’m the victim,” he groaned.

“Hush, you love it,” you giggled.

Jason stood up, grumbling. “Just take off your damn shoes.”

You complied, kicking off your boots and placed them away against a wall. Jason had always been so neat and tidy, so you respected that whenever you were in his space. He was extremely particular about hygiene as well. You were used to having your shoes off in his house, to him sanitizing his hands whenever he took off his gloves, to him always wiping surfaces with isopropyl alcohol.

He was always so well groomed too, and you never needed to worry about toiletries whenever you stayed at his. Whatever you needed, or hell, didn’t need, he had them. You remembered when you were teens and you were complaining about acne. He taught you all about skincare, haircare. About shaving versus waxing. About scrubbing between your toes and behind your ears when you shower.

And Jason showered every single day, since he was always engaged in physical activities.

And because of that, Jason always smelled so fucking good.

You caught a whiff of the scent you were so familiar with when he sat back down next to you after turning on the speakers and grabbing two bags of chips. He smelled like the cologne he wore, which was a deep pine scent with undertones of chocolate and sage. It mixed well with the refreshing raspberry of his shampoo.

“You met Grayson yet?” he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Mmm?” you mumbled, still lost in his scent. “No. You’re the first.”

“Good,” he grumbled back.

“Didn’t want to make you jealous or anything,” you giggled, poking his cheek.

He swatted away your hand, but a small smile played on his lips. “Dunno what you’re talking about.”

You wanted to retort, but let it go and took another big gulp from your glass. You topped the ice with some more gin and squeezed the lime in. Talking about Jason’s weird competitive streak with Dick would always end up with Jason sulking. You felt a little tipsy already.

“Hmm,” you hummed. And then, you had a brilliant idea. You stood up and you took your tight black t-shirt off, leaving you in your black bra.

“Why are you stripping?” Jason raised his voice.

“It’s summer, and it’s hot,” you shrugged, sitting back down closer to him. He was also shirtless, and you felt the heat radiating off his skin. “And it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”

“It’s different when you’re bleeding from a stab wound and I’m pouring vodka on it,” he retorted.

“Whatever,” you scoffed, “ And you know what? This place was a smoking area before I left. And I told you that tonight, I’m going to be doing whatever I want. So.”

You reached forward to your pack of cigarettes Jason threw on the coffee table, but he grabbed your hand.

“Nuh-uh. No.”

You glanced at his grip on your wrist and back up at him. “You really want to do this, Todd?”

His expression changed to some sort of smug look that he always had when presented with a challenge. “Let’s see whether Cuba made you rusty, then.”

You smirked at him. And then, you swung your other fist towards his face, but he blocked your punch with the palm of his free hand.

You lifted yourself off the couch and used your body weight and momentum to catch him off his balance. It worked, he was on the floor, but he was so strong and it was difficult to free your arms from his grip.

So, you played dirty.

You carefully kneed his groin. Gently. You didn’t want to actually hurt him. Just to discombobulate him.

Jason swore, and his grip on you loosened just a teeny tiny bit. But that was all you needed to release yourself by twisting his arm to an angle that forced him to turn his body face down to the floor.

You continued twisting.

“Ow, ow, ow!” He complained.

“Do you yield?” You breathed.

“Yes! I yield, holy shit,” he whined.

You released him and greeted him with a shit eating grin when he propped himself back up. You had always been the better fighter. Even though Jason was bigger and stronger, you were more lithe, fast, and flexible. You used momentum, anatomical range of motion, and precise techniques in your martial art. That’s why you were always silent and could sneak up on him. That’s why you used to be the stealthy assassin, while Jason favoured loud guns and explosives.

“You know you will lose, yet you always challenge me,” you pointed out, “That’s why I think you’re a brat.”

“Like a spoiled kid?” he said, “Since when?”

“Not in that context,” you rolled your eyes. “Like, in bed.”

“Huh?” Jason sat down and looked up at you with genuine confusion. You joined him on the sofa again. This time, he didn’t stop you from lighting your cigarette. You inhaled. You exhaled.

“You know, like you have the dominant and the submissive,” you started to explain, “A brat is under the submissive category.”

“The hell?” he protested, “I am not submissive.”

“Maybe at first,” you smirked slyly, slowly closing the gap between you and him. “That’s what a brat is. You like to fight. You’re stubborn. You like to say no. But ultimately, you want to betamed.”

To make a point, you crawled towards him and boldly straddled his waist.

“Wh-what- what the fuck are you doing?” Jason sputtered, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“That’s why you like to fight me, right?” you continued, resting one palm flat on his bare chest, your other on his shoulder while you held your cigarette. “You want me to make you submit.”

You blew smoke onto his face.

“Stop that,” he gripped the side of your arms, “Did Cuba make you flirty too?”

“I always flirt with you.”

“Not like this,” he shook his head. “What, did Elisa have to seduce men? Women?”

“Unfortunately, no,” you pouted, “Elisa had to keep things strictly professional between all her assets.”

The truth was you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“So, it’s been a while,” he stated.

“It’s been a while,” you agreed. “How about you? Any women? Men?”

“Please,” he scoffed, “Just Grayson being an ass.”

“So, it’s been a while for you, too,” you teased.

“But I’m not a perv like you,” he huffed.

“We can change that,” you leaned in closer, watching the way he had subtly wet his lips, thinking you wouldn’t notice.

“Stop,” he repeated, “You’re drunk.”

“Not drunk enough to make you yield.”

“I don’t want you to do anything you’re going to regret in the morning,” he pressed.

“Why would you think I’m going to regret anything?” You asked.

“Because you’ve never done this before,” he frowned, “This is coming out of nowhere.”

You’ve been pining for him ever since you hit puberty.

“Do you think you’re going to regret it in the morning?”

He looked away from your intense, questioning gaze. “I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

That was the reason you gave yourself for so long. You didn’t want to tell Jason how you felt because you were scared he wouldn’t see you the same anymore. Or that he would feel self-conscious around you. That he would reject you. That because of your selfish feelings, your relationship would be ruined.

You put out the cigarette in your glass.

“When I was Elisa Martinez,” you began slowly, “I couldn’t be myself, obviously. I couldn’t drink my favourite drink, or watch my favourite shows. You know how deep undercover is like, right? The complete erasure of your identity. Your history. I know some people who actually started to believe their cover story, to the point where they forgot who they really were.”

You paused to make sure you wouldn’t regret whatever you were going to say next.

“Elisa Martinez didn’t know Jason Todd. She never grew up with him. She never… fell in love with him…”

You noticed Jason’s eyes widened, and his grip on you tightened ever so slightly.

“And it was horrible, Jason,” you expressed, “I felt so lonely. So one day when I was alone in my apartment in Havana, I told myself that I wouldn’t be one of those people who gets lost in their cover identities. Unsure and confused about who they were. I vowed that when I got back here, I would truly be myself. No more hiding my feelings or my beliefs. No more stopping myself from getting what I wanted. Because I didn’t realise how having your own identity was a privilege that people took for granted.”

His eyes softened, but he still looked unsure of how to respond.

“So no,” you stated firmly, “I won’t regret it in the morning. Even if you don’t feel the same way, and you don’t want anything to do with me after this, I will not regret telling you how I feel. Because six months of struggling with identities was enough.”

Still straddling him, you crossed your arms to make a point.

“Uh,” he cleared his throat. He let go of his grip on you and ran his hand through his hair again. A habit that you noticed he did when he was either stressed or nervous. “Wow. I mean. I didn’t expect that at all.”

“I know it seems like it’s coming out of nowhere, but I’ve felt like this for years,” you confessed.

And that Jason did what you didn’t expect him to do. He reached out to cup your face, and then smiled at you.

You learned that Jason had many types of smiles. The smile that was really more threatening than it was comforting. The smile that meant he had a devious idea in his head. The smile that didn’t reach his eyes, when he was shaking hands with someone he didn’t like. The smile when he found something funny. The smile when he was thinking of the past.

And the smile that he only reserved for you.

It wasn’t just the upturned corner of his lips that made the smile. It was also the softness of his eyes, the relaxing of his brows. And the actual smile was just a brief moment, followed by his gaze into your eyes. He smiled like that at you during the first time you successfully threw a punch. And that time when you won first place at the science fair. Sometimes he would smile like that when you went on about history, and geopolitics, and the latest episode of your favourite show.

“Me too,” he simply said.

And there it was. The last time you felt this happy was when Lady Shiva told you she had nothing left to teach you.

“But you’re wrong about one thing,” Jason broke you out of your bliss.

“Huh?”

Suddenly he grabbed your hips tightly and threw you off of him, onto the empty space of the sofa. You gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, and before you knew it, he was on top of you, holding you down. He put his face above yours, lips only inches away that you could feel his hot breath.

“I am not a brat.”

And then he kissed you.

His cut lip grazed yours softly at first before sucking in your bottom lip with force. He broke off the kiss and grinned at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

And before he knew it, you had flipped him over, causing him to land on his back onto the floor with a loud thud.

Your knee was at his crotch again, a silent threat for him to stay still.

But you knew what had Jason blushing was your hand around his throat.

“Tsk, tsk, Jay,” you whispered in his ear, making a point to softly brush your lips on his lobe. “Don’t be naughty. You know you can’t take me.”

“I- wha-” he sputtered, and then tried to move.

“Nuh uh,” you warned, putting more pressure on his crotch with your knee, “Stay still.”

He continued to look at you in surprise, or confusion, or wonder. You weren’t sure.

What you were sure about was that you felt his cock begin to harden against you.

You chuckled softly to yourself. The truth was, you made it all up just to antagonize him. You didn’t really think he was a brat at first. In fact, all of your previous fantasies were of him dominating you, choking you, pounding into you while your hands were tied to the bed posts. Now that you knew he was into this, though, you didn’t mind. Not one bit.

“I’m going to get up. But you,” you squeezed his neck a little tighter, “You stay like this and do what I say, okay?”

You felt him gulp under your grip and then he nodded.

You stood up and put your hands on your hips. Looking down at him, you appreciated the view.

His hard chest was going up and down fast as he was panting. You saw a flush grow from his neck to his cheeks. Your gaze went down his abs, to his crotch, where you saw the outline of his hard cock and a small dark spot at the tip.

“Take off your pants for me,” you commanded.

He just stared at you.

You raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to threaten you?”

You gently stepped on his cock with your toes.

“Okay, okay!” he hurriedly slid off his sweatpants, revealing his hard on.

You never saw his cock before. You sort of knew it would be large based on the outlines whenever he wore sweatpants or boxers. But, wow.

He was perfectly long, and perfectly thick, and perfectly uncut. Though, his foreskin was now stretched back, revealing his head that was red and pulsating, desperate to be touched.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he grinned, his confidence and smug attitude back.

You sat back down on the couch and crossed your legs, making him confused.

“Well?” you prompted, “Start stroking.”

“What?” he asked, “Down here?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, “Go on.”

He slowly reached for his cock and gave it a squeeze, eliciting a small moan from his lips. You bit your lips at the sound and the sight.

Fuck, he was so hot. You had dreamed of watching him jerk himself off for so long, and now there he was, sprawled on the floor at your feet.

He started to really stroke himself now, his eyes fluttered close and his mouth parted in heavy breaths.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

You saw that his cock was now slick and wet with his precum. You wanted to taste it so bad. You wanted him to shove his cock down your throat and mercilessly fuck your face until you gagged and cried.

Not today. He will have his turn some other time.

“Okay, stop,” you said in a sing-song voice.

“Wh-what? No,” he refused, still fucking his fist.

“Baby,” you stood up, “I said stop.”

He groaned and opened his eyes, his arm stilling around his dick.

You proceeded to take off your jeans, and your bra, causing your breasts to fall. Exposed to him for the first time, Jason was actually smacking his lips.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I want to touch you,” he whined and moved to get up.

“No,” you denied, “Stay down there for me.”

You walked over to his head, placed your feet on either side, and then dropped to your knees so you were hovering your pussy right above his lips.

“This is fine too,” he mumbled, hands going straight to your ass, kneading them. Then, he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your arousal.

“Mmm, you smell divine,” he whined.

That did it. You just knew that you were drenched.

He started to mouth you through the fabric, kissing your folds, nibbling on them.

“Please, take them off,” he begged.

You complied, only because you couldn’t stand not being touched. The moment you returned to your position, Jason attacked you with his mouth.

“Fuck!” you gasped.

It was as if he was making out with your pussy. Wet lips on wet lips, he licked you everywhere, from between your folds, to your opening, to your clit. It was like he was starved for you. Hungry for you. All the while, the sound of wetness and his muffled moans filled the room.

“Jason,” you sighed. You felt the familiar warmth spread at the base of your core.

He knew what you wanted. You felt him focus on your clit with his tongue, and then a finger entering you slowly.

You let out a high pitch whine when he started finger fucking you while ravishing your clit at the same time.

A second finger.

He was hitting the right spot, so deep inside you. You had thought about this as well. Whenever you saw his fingers on a trigger, or that time when he was making pizza dough and kneading. You imagined his thick, calloused fingers inside you, fucking you the way he was right now.

He quickened his pace and added more pressure to your clit.

You knew he knew you were close. You could feel it. Your body was tense, and you knew you were tightening around his fingers. You gripped his hair with both your hands, because you just needed to hold onto something.

And then you were coming.

You didn’t know you were screaming until you felt a gush of wetness between your legs, splashing everywhere.

Jason fucking Todd made you squirt.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry,” you apologised. You stood up too quickly and didn’t realise your legs were jelly, so you ended up tripping onto the wet floor next to him.

“That was so hot, don’t be sorry,” he looked at you incredulously. His face was glistening with your juices.

And fuck, was that a sight to behold.

You couldn’t help but grab him by the neck and pull him in for a kiss. You tasted yourself on him.

He crawled on top of you, sucking your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. One hand roamed your body while the other propped him up above you. He squeezed your breasts and your nipples, and went down to your waist, between your legs. He gripped your thigh from below and pushed it up so you were spread open.

He hooked your leg on his shoulder.

And without warning, he pushed his cock into your wet, sensitive pussy.

“Fuck!” you screamed as he bottomed inside you.

He filled you up so perfectly, that you never wanted to be empty ever again. He stretched you out so beautifully, that you thought your walls would just be molded into shape specifically for his cock.

“Hnngh,” he groaned, “You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight.”

You felt him thrust deep inside you, reaching all the spots that made you writhe in pleasure. He began pounding you hard, wet slaps made even wetter as you leaked all over his cock.

You weren’t gasping for air. It was so intense that you couldn’t breathe. Your mouth was opened in a silent scream until you actually had to remind yourself to inhale.

There were no words that you could form in that moment. Just absolutely filthy, vulgar sounds that rang through his apartment.

Through teary eyes, you watched him above you.

He was panting, breathing hard. You weren’t sure whether the moisture on his face was from sweat or your juices earlier. His dark hair had fallen down to poke his eyes, his brows pulled down in a frown. His chest had beads of sweat dripping, trickling down to his abs.

He moved his hips with precise and sharp movements. Every thrust into you was accompanied by gasps and whispers of words you couldn’t hear.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he praised breathily, “I want to watch you come again.”

It wouldn’t take too long.

You were already feeling like you were going to unravel. The heat pooling again, even more intense than your previous orgasm.

Jason increased his pace, and then reached down to your pussy to thumb your clit.

You screamed.

It was like a wave that pulled you down and released you. You felt your body tighten and your walls clench and unclench. You felt hot liquid release from your core, just like waves crashing.

Before you knew it, you felt empty. Jason had pulled out and jerked himself off over you.

He came long and hard in a loud groan. White ribbons of cum shot out of his pulsating cock, reaching all the way to your face.

He collapsed next to you on the floor, huffing and panting.

You felt drowsy all of a sudden, but so fucking relaxed.

“Wow,” you breathed.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, “Can’t move. Can’t think. Shhh.”

You giggled and scooted closer to him, pressing yourself onto his sweaty, sticky skin and rested your head on his chest.

You felt his heartbeat drum against his ribcage.

He rested his arm on your head and played with your hair.

“I can’t believe our first time was on the floor,” he complained.

“I think it describes us perfectly,” you closed your eyes and smiled.

He kissed the top of your head. After a beat, he asked, “Will you tell me what happened in Cuba?”

“One day,” you told him, “I need time to process it as well.”

“Fair enough,” he responded, “So, uh. Are we like, official then?”

“If you want to be.”

“Do you want to be?”

“I do,” you admitted, “I’ve been pining for you for a long time.”

“Me too,” he confessed, “We should have done this sooner.”

“I don’t think so,” you thought, “I think right now is the perfect time. We figured ourselves first, we explored what we wanted to do. We found our reason. Well, I did, at least.”

“So you’re really serious about this then?” he asked, “Fully committed?”

“One hundred percent,” you stated, “I think that we can make real change. Slow change. But change nonetheless.”

“Okay, then,” he sighed.

“Okay?”

“Okay, I’m in,” he said, “I can’t promise you that I will stay for the cause. I can’t promise you that I will even believe in it. But I can’t do the silence again. You have no idea how difficult it was for me, these past six months.”

You frowned. You wondered what happened. You will ask another time.

“But I can promise you that you will always have me,” he continued, “I don’t know what this is, and what these missions need you-or us- to do, but you will always have my support.”

You felt deeply moved. “Thank you,” you whispered.

You didn’t have to worry about your identity anymore. About being confused, about being corrupted by the roles you had to play.

Because as long as Jason was there, you were you.

#jason todd #dc comics #red hood #jason todd/reader #y/n #jason todd x reader #red hood/reader #batman #batfamily

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it’s been awhile since i last asked you about yours hcs so give me more :)

[/nf if you don’t want to]

i apologize for nto seeing this sooner i think you sent this in right when i was going to bed and we've been doing a family thing today so i haven't been able to reply to it

ajnyway. hcs (it is time to struggle thinking for an hour) pls excuse me if i forget what we've talked about and i repeat shit im very tired and kinda sad and a few other things SFHKJFHJKAFSG SO . SORRY IN ADVANCE IF SOMETHING IS REPEATED FROM OTHER POSTS IVE DONE

yosano sometimes finds surprise gifts on her doorstep that are exactly to her tastes (they're from kouyou)

sigma, to impress nikolai, has ATTEMPTED (key word attempted) to braid his own hair before. nikolai spent like ten minutes brushing out the tangles afterwards

t4t kousano ? i think yes. they take estrogen at the same time of the day bc they say its a bonding thing (it so is)

dazai LOOVES those big sweaters that have like huge arms bc theyre SOO soft adn warm. there's one time he gets a package and he's very confused because he didnt order anything and he opens it and inside theres a note that says "happy birthday, bastard" and he immediately recognizes the handwriting as chuuya's and inside is a light blue sweater with the big arms and he doesnt take it off for like three days because he LOVES it so much

tachihara rants to hirotsu bc "GIN IS SOOOOO PRETTY" or "AUAUAGUAUA JUNICHIROUOUOUU...??!? ?!?!??!!" and hirotsu is so done actually but he doesnt mind

higuchi likes to collect little trinkets and has boxes and boxes of stuff she doesnt need but wanted to buy

chuuya "spender's guilt" nakahara x osamu "impulsive buyer" dazai. i rest my case

fyodor has a fan/heater in his room because he cant fall asleep very easily without some sort of sound

poe has found an easy way to get the marble out of ranpo's ramune bottles so ranpo can have the marble and the bottle if he wants

tanitachigin, tachihara is 100% the one who screams at horror games

sometimes sigma wakes up and his hair is in a really nice braided bun or something. (nikolai did it) (its very pretty) (sigma doesn't take it down until he absolutely has to, if not the end of the day)

nonbinary shibusawa !!!! i rest my case x2

chuuya keeps bandage wrap in several places in his apartment because he KNOWS dazai just shows up because for some reason he never bothered to take back his apartment key so dazai will pop in to just chill so he just keeps bandage wrap there for him. he also keeps canned crab in a little minifridge in his bedroom so it doesn't clutter his main fridge

jouno LOVES LOVES LOVES chocolate stuff. specifically chocolate covered strawberries he adores them with his whole heart. tecchou thinks its odd (he thinks strawberries in cocktail sauce is way better) but he's made jouno some damn good chocolate covered strawberries because he knows he likes them. i imagine sometimes he'll buy white strawberries and dip them in white chocolate so BOTH of them can enjoy them (even though tecchou thinks they're waaay too sweet, jouno really likes them so he'll eat them with him to make him happy)

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CAT!!!!!

I want to ask you about THE ALBINAURIC WOMAN! She hides in a cave to the west of the Laskyar Ruins which jut from the mist-shrouded lake of Liurnia. She knows the location of the medallion's counterpart, I am sure.

(sorry)

In all seriousness, I want your thoughts on something. A post crossed my dash today that was speculating about if Albinaurics, being originally artificial entities, are at all capable of reproducing independently. The OP concluded (and I agree) that they probably can. Despite the fact that Albinaurics are hunted for their blood and frequently tortured/imprisoned/killed for being "impure", and the fact that both generations were deemed failures in the eyes of the Academy (g1 had the bad legs, g2 came out all froggy and was too stupid to use magic) and therefore probably aren't being produced there anymore, they exist in large numbers and many appear outwardly young.

I was doing some more looking when I came across Latenna's dialogue when you take her to the Apostate Derelict.

Oh young yet towering sister of ours. Let the birthing droplet in. And create life. For us. For all the Albinaurics.

Thank you. I've finally fulfilled my purpose. Our young yet towering sister will give us hope. Now that nothing is left unfinished, I will join you in battle to the bitter end. And when the fighting is done, then you may lay me to rest.

As well as if you kill her in the Liurnia cave instead of talking to her there:

Ohh... Phillia. Take...the birthing...droplet...

So the obvious question that I've been pondering is, what in God's name is a birthing droplet??? Why does it need to be "let in?" Why does it need to be Phillia specifically? Why won't Latenna or Albus or any of the dozens of other g1 Albinaurics milling about in the Consecrated Snowfield suffice?

I'm trying to muddle through my own thoughts on the matter, but while I do that I'm curious to see if you have any ideas.

Hi Bri! Sorry this took so long, it had me stumped for awhile. The more I dug into it, the more questions I raised. Long rambling theory below the cut.

So I'll start by saying I agree with OP. Albinaurics have to be able to reproduce somehow, otherwise they would have long since died out.

Going into this, I had the vague idea that Latenna was from Liurnia, probably from Albus's village. Makes sense, right? She's looking for a path to the Haligtree, chasing tales of a safe haven in the hopes of saving her people.

A quick look at her dialogue disproves that. So there's my first assumption dead in the water.

We have reached the land of Miquella's Haligtree, where Lobo and I began our travels. It's entirely thanks to you that I'm so close to home. These great snow-laden lands stretch far to the north. And beyond the ancient bowers, and the liturgical town of Ordina, lies the place to which I must return.

So Latenna is from the Haligtree, specifically the Ordina subdivision. The Apostate's Derelict is located just a bit north of Ordina.

I originally thought the "birthing droplet" might be something similar to a sacred tear produced by the Haligtree. But if the Droplet had its origin with the Haligtree, Latenna never would have had to leave the snowfields. I think we can safely assume that whatever the Droplet is, Latenna journeyed to Liurnia to find it.

It could have had its origin in Raya Lucaria, or in Nokstella. Both would fit, geographically speaking.

Then I realized that Albus's village is located directly beneath the Moonlight Altar.

I'm not sure exactly what to make of this, but it feels important. It feels intentional.

The Altar, specifically the Cathedral of Manus Celes, was at some point bombarded with a shower of these bad boys.

An ephemeral sliver that gives off a pale blue glow. What remains of a passing flash of starlight.

A prized item that was once used in the Eternal City as an ingredient in intoxicating draughts.

Put aside, for a moment, my theory that the g1 albinaurics originate from the Eternal Cities, with the g2's being modern glintstone scholars' clumsy attempt at replication.

Instead, direct your attention to the Amber Starlight Shard.

An ephemeral sliver that gives off a pale amber glow. What remains of a passing flash of starlight.

If the stars command our fates, then amber-hued stars must command the fates of the gods.

This item is found in the alcove just outside the walls of Leyndell, at the foot of a statue of Malenia and Miquella, surrounded by land octopi (who consume human blood) and sacremental buds (believed to originate long ago from a strain of buds cultivated with youthful, sacramental blood).

I believe that this hidden alcove was the spot in which Miquella initially nurtured his stolen Erdtree sapling, hiding away from prying eyes and watering it with his own blood. I also believe that this is the spot where he and Malenia formally severed their fates from the Golden Order, with the Amber Starlight Shard being a byproduct of this act.

Via Albus's dialogue, we know that albinaurics fade away, starting with their legs, due to some imposed fate.

My legs will soon fade, and with them, my life. Alas, this is the immovable fate of all Albinaurics...

If killed by the player, he adds:

You merciless brutes. Let the curse take everything.

Assuming he's talking about the same thing, does that mean that the albinaurics' affliction is the result of a curse? He also refers to Gideon's men as "cursemongers." Not entirely sure what to do with that.

Back to the Birthing Droplet. The name itself immediately brought two things to mind: dew, and tears. We know that the Erdtree used to produce dew, and that said drops could impart blessings and good health. There's also the Celestial Dew -- another connection to the Eternal Cities.

A hidden Tear found in the Eternal City. Also known as a Night Tear.

Allows one to carry out an Absolution at the Church of Vows, reversing all antagonizations.

Once upon a time, the stars of the night sky guided fate, and this is a recollection of those times.

"Tear?" That jogged my memory. Down a fresh rabbit trail.

The Erdtree used to produce sacred tears and crystal tears, but I'm more concerned with chasing the Eternal Cities connection. Thus, we have larval tears and silver tears.

Silver Tear Husk

A hardened husk shed by a formless life form known as the Silver Tear, found in and around the Eternal City. The Silver Tear makes mockery of life, reborn again and again into imitation. Perhaps, one day, it will be reborn a lord...

Larval Tear

Core of a creature of mimicry known as a silver tear. As much as a substance as it is a living organism.

Material required by the amber egg cradled by Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon, to birth people anew.

This is where inspiration (madness?) hit me. Doesn't "Birthing Droplet" basically function as a synonym for "Larval Tear?" Sort of like how Fia refers to what everyone else calls a "Cursemark" as a "Hallowbrand," because she's seeing it in a different context?

I will now attempt to draw a definitive link between g1 albinaurics and the Eternal Cities.

Albinauric Staff

The albinaurics harbor a secret; they cast sorcery with their innate arcaneness.

Silver Tear Mask

Mask fashioned from the corpse of a formless Silver Tear, supported by its hardened, shed husk. Greatly increases arcane to the detriment of physical attack power.

Albinaurics and silver/mimic tears both run off of arcane energy, both bleed silver, both are considered a mockery of life, both are made by hands. If albinaurics were not developed in the Eternal Cities, surely they were developed by someone building off of the technology of the Eternal Cities. Albinaurics fit the EC brand in basically every way.

We also have a few oblique references to the origin story of the g1 albinaurics.

Silver Mirrorshield

Shield of radiant silver, festooned with amber and carried by Loretta, Knight of the Haligtree.

The shape is said to imitate that of a sacred drop of dew, which inspired the absurd rumor that Loretta herself was an Albinauric.

So albinaurics are associated with sacred dew in some way? But aren't they supposed to be anathema to the Erdtree?

Albinauric Shield

Tall oval shield made of metal carried by young Albinaurics.

The ornamentation represents the primordial drop of dew from which they are said to have been created.

Blue Silver Mail Hood

Worn by the wolf-riding Albinauric archers.

Blue silver is a metal born from the same mother as the archers themselves, and provides protection from magic and frost.

Put a pin in the "mother" thing. Here we have multiple sources saying that albinaurics originated from a sacred, primordial drop of dew. But that's the Erdtree. That's the Golden Order. The albinaurics shouldn't even be compatible.

I now have to thank two people. One, shoutout to @caelaan75 for suggesting to me that albinaurics might not be subject to the Erdtree's cycle of reincarnation -- their souls may be subject to an entirely different cycle.

Second, thank you @thistoowillpasss for asking...

Prompting me to realize...

Now, let me just get into character...

Okay I'm ready.

I think I was accidentally right about Helphen and the Lampwood Tree.

At first I thought we were looking at an "as above so below" situation, with Helphen being a sort of afterlife mirror to the Erdtree. But then I recalled that albinaurics originate from a drop of "primordial" dew. Primordial. The same adjective used to refer to the Crucible, the previous form of the World Tree.

From the Crucible Tree Set:

Holds the power of the crucible of life, the primordial form of the Erdtree.

And I may be cloudspotting here, but does the primordial Erdtree carving we see in Farum Azula resemble the etching on the Albinauric shield? The shield whose description references primordial dew?

Guys... guys I think I was accidentally right. There may have been an actual Helphen Tree, predating the Crucible just as the Crucible predated the Erdtree. And I think the Nox used the sacred dew of that tree in their development of their various brands of homunculi.

The albinauric curse may have been a deliberate handicap imposed by their creators, or it could simply be a result of the fact that the tree that gave them life no longer exists. Or it does exist, but in a form that fundamentally rejects them.

Whether it originates from the Moonlight Altar, Nokstella, or the stars themselves, I believe that the Birthing Droplet is similar in function to a mending rune, a patch inserted into the albinauric cycle of reincarnation in order to cleanse their curse.

I'm not precisely sure how Young Yet Towering Sister Phillia accomplishes this. Her name is two letters off from filia -- Latin for "daughter."

Wait, didn't the Silver Blue Mail description say something about a mother?

There's only one divine force in Elden Ring that can claim such a title.

Bloodboon

Sacred incantation of Mohg, Lord of Blood.

Thrust arm into the body of the Formless Mother, then scatter the bloodflame to set the area ablaze.

The mother of truth craves wounds.

Briars of Punishment

The guilty, their eyes gouged by thorns, lived in eternal darkness. There, they discovered the blood star.

The Formless Mother's incantations all scale with the arcane stat. Just like albinaurics with their innate arcane energy...

Both the Nox and their Raya Lucarian successors were a highly astrologically oriented society. Could they have venerated the Formless Mother in the form of the Blood Star? Could they have petitioned her aid in the creation of the albinaurics?

Mohg seems to recruit heavily from amongst the ranks of g2 albinaurics. Could he be luring them in with a bastardized version of their own creation myth, with Miquella as their promised savior?

Which brings me back to Phillia. Given her unusual size and rather significant-seeming name, I think it's likely that she was created with the express purpose of using the Birthing Droplet to repair the albinauric "code." Obviously Miquella would be the obvious candidate for her creator. He sought to aid all those cast out by the Golden Order, and he's in the business of thwarting curses and rebuking the meddling of outer gods.

Now, I'm not a fan of the theory that Miquella was in on his own kidnapping. But I think that he and Mohg may have collaborated for a time before his half-brother's true nature became apparent -- likely in the interval between Godwyn's death and the later wars of the Shattering. Like Miquella, Mohg styles himself as the champion of those abandoned by the Order. And if Miquella had traced the albinaurics' creation back to the Blood Star, it would have seemed highly beneficial to work with someone who had a direct line to the Formless Mother.

I think that Phillia was a joint project, a clone of sorts created by Mohg and Miquella. Either Miquella overlooked a whole forest of red flags in order to keep Mohg cooperating, or he decided that the risk was worth it. Maybe he took terrible chances with his own safety in favor of just a little more research -- he was so close to breaking the albinauric curse, after all. Maybe he even made a deal, only to find himself in over his head when, by sheer dumb luck, Mohg imprisoned him directly beneath the territory of the one person who could fight Malenia to a stalemate. But I'm just speculating now. I've already far overstepped my evidence.

Thanks for the ask! This was an experience.

#elden ring #answered asks #elden ring theory #lore theory #albinaurics

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felony-bunny · 8 months

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Lovers Bloom|Lumine x fem reader

This is a wattpad fanfic i wrote awhile ago and I thought it’d be nice to post it here)

Also it’s a song fic (I think I used that correctly)

Oh, Hannah, I wanna feel you close

Oh, Hannah, come lie with my bones

Oh, Hannah, don't look away

Oh, Hannah, just look at me the same

You've lived in Mondstadt for the past 7 years. For the past 2 years you worked for Flora taking night shifts because Donna has social anxiety and Flora's 11. You liked the flowers they we nice and pretty you did wish that their was a wider selection though.

"Are you leaving now y/n?" Donna looked at your basket.

"Ah yes I thought I would have a picnic well I search for different plants. Donna please tell Flora that I will be able to make if for my shift."

"Oh of course y/n if you run into any trouble I'll try to handle it here!" Donna looked very nervous just at the thought.

You laughed "Well I shouldn't be that long. Still thank you."

"Ah. Bye y/n!" She waved her hand violently as you walked away.

You waved back.

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips (ooh-ooh-ooh)

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips (ooh-ooh-ooh)

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath

'Maybe I should stop by Wolvendom and get some Wolfhooks. It would probably be good to get some dandelion seeds as well as some mushrooms, pinecones, sunsettias, and maybe some apples!

You walked to Wolvendom first. It's best to get their before it gets dark. You took out your gardening gloves for protection against the spikes. By the time you left you had a few hand fulls. The next task was going to Windrise. There were plenty of mushrooms, pinecones, sunsettias, and apples to pick on the way. You set up your blanket next to the water close to Vanessa's tree.

A girl crossed your mind. One who was your age who saved people and stood up for them when they couldn't. Like the rest of Mondstadt you adored the honorary knight. She was smart, strong, pretty, kind, and seemed all around like the perfect girlfriend!

When she wasn't a Mondstadt it was disappointing but you knew she wasn't tied to you. There was nothing keeping her in Mondstadt. When she was there though she came every 3 days for flowers. Sometimes she would just buy 1 or 2 kinds and other times she would just buy them all. She often came at night which filled your heart with joy and your stomach with butterflies.

Oh, Hannah, oh, Hannah, oh, Hannah, oh, Hannah

Oh, Hannah, tell me something nice

Like flowers and blue skies

"Uh. Y/n!" A familiar voice called.

"Oh hello there Paimon." You waved at her.

"Hey have you seen Lumine? Paimons been looking for a while but I can't find her!"

"Oh if your hungry I have some food just don't eat the fruits and mushrooms! I'll go look for the honorary knight well you relax." You stood up.

"Really! Paimon can have some!" There was almost stars in her eyes.

"Mhm. Goodbye Paimon."

"Byeeeeeeee~ Now its just you and me egg sandwich!<3"

-twelve minutes later-

'I wonder where Lumine is. I've been looking for a while...' You thought.

A sigh escaped your lips.

"Y/n?"

"AHH!"

"Sorry sorry calm down it's just me." Lumine puts her hands on your shoulders.

Oh, Hannah, I will follow you home

Although my lips are blue and I'm cold

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips (ooh-ooh-ooh)

"Ah. Hello Lumine!" Your face flushed red.

She removed her hands.

'Y/n y/n. You really don't know what you do to me...' Lumine thought.

"What are you doing here?" Lumine questioned.

"I was on a picnic when Paimon came over and said she couldn't find you."

"Please don't intrust Paimon with your food. Or anything important in that manner."

"Pfffftt-" you couldn't help but laugh you tired to put your hand over your mouth but it didn't work.

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath (ooh-ooh-ooh)

"As friends or a da-date?" the panic caused you to stutter slightly.

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips (ooh-ooh-ooh)

What if she got bothered by you thinking it could be a date?!

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath

Oh, Hannah, oh, Hannah, oh, Hannah, oh, Hannah

What if she was just being nice but wants you to say no?!

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath

I don't wanna be your friend

But what if she actually liked you back?

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna be your bitch

"..."

And I wanna touch you, but not like this

The look in your eyes

"I-"

My hands between your thighs

Oh, this can't be real

It's all just a dream

"I would really like this to be a date.." the honorary knight confessed.

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips (ooh-ooh-ooh)

'She said date.

Date

DATE?!'

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath (ooh-ooh-ooh)

"AH YES! I mean uh yes please. I would appreciate it greatly." You looked away how could you make eye contact at a time like this?!

I don't wanna be your friend

"When will you be leaving Lumine?"

Lose my breath (ooh-ooh-ooh)

"Hmm Good question."

I don't wanna be your friend

"Well not for a while now. Could I kiss you y/n?"

It was so sudden that you almost forgot how to breathe.

"yea.." you barely whispered.

A soft pair of lips meet yours.

"Not for a long while." She whispered as you both touched your foreheads together.

Lose my breath

-Extra-

"If she didn't confessed Lumine's paying for lunch for the next month! Paimon had to use their AMAZING acting to convince y/n to go find her!" A prideful food source yelled out as she finished off what was supposed to be y/n's lunch....

-Mondstadt-

"Y/n's not here so could you work instead Donna?" Flora asked with a yawn.

Donna had dreaded this outcome "Uh yes Flora."

"Thank you have a good night!" Flora skipped out of sight.

"Hello. I was wonderi-"

"AHHHHHHHHHH"

And that's how Donna never took a shift without someone else again.

I hope you liked this story!

Later hottie<3

#something with genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin ideas #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin lumine

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r1ddly · 1 year

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Another kinda important post! (Sorry lmao)

So I first wanna say, I'm so sorry I have haven't posted any art in awhile. Its a bit of a mixture of being busy with life stuff and then having troubles with my computer.

See my computer is SUPER old, I got it when I was in middle school (im 20 now) and it's lost a lot of its capabilities and has often times been turning itself off or even blue screening. I've been losing a lot of artwork cause of it and there's only an amount of times I'm gonna be redrawing the same drawing you know? It's also showing occasionally it won't save my completed drawings, clip of course will save what I had last left off on and luckily clip usually saves it finished or before the slight editing I make at the end but it's still concerning as is.

Now the things that is the main topic of this is obviously, I need a new computer- that wasn't even half the problems I face with daily on the old guy! And while I do have a job it's hard to really earn the amount I need for a new computer and admittedly! I have a horrible spending problem! Of course from here on out I'm gonna be putting some money in savings to save up for the computer but that's not really what I'm trying to get at.

What I'm asking is would it be a good idea to open commissions? Admittedly I've had bad experiences with doing commissions and honestly I've usually tried to stay clear of them though whenever I did open them up no one was usually interested which is understandable. I'm unsure how I'm gonna really do it, honestly I don't think my art Is good enough for commissions so what I was thinking of just doing 10 dollar commissions that are colored and shaded (similar to how I draw SSH just a bit nicer) but idk. I don't know if anyone would even want that? Would you guys be interested? I'm genuinely unsure how to go around this.

#my post

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I don't know if requests are open, but I've had this idea for awhile. I've seen a lot of posts about an Ace Lives AU, but I've never seen one been written before. If possible, what about a Smile Again AU where Ace survives instead of Luffy? I feel like he'd have a different way of coping with losing his brother.

i see that we woke up and chose violence on this day 😭😭 i wrote it, but at what cost ? listened to this the entire time haha my heart is in shambles ❤️‍🩹

(its not a smile again au tho, sorry 🥺)

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Ace is at the epicenter of an inferno.

He’s burning so hot that his nakama are forced back, and back, and back, and the ground is turning molten beneath his feet, and his flames are no longer the merry orange and red and yellow Marco has grown used to—they’re white and icy blue.

An awakening, he realizes.

Ace comes down upon Akainu like a Sea King, a gaping maw of fire and teeth, melting absolutely everything he touches. Akainu’s magma isn’t hot enough to save him. He dies, presumably screaming. It’s impossible to hear anything over Ace’s howling.

It’s not a human sound. It’s raw and animal.

And it doesn’t stop. Marco is standing nearly at the edge of the wharf by now, his ankles inches away from the drop into the sea, when he realizes Ace isn’t going to stop.

During his rampage, Marineford itself begins to sink into the sea. Most of the salt-water evaporates before it gets anywhere near him, but the combined Haki of Shanks and Whitebeard is enough to send Ace stumbling backwards, into the powerful surf crashing up the ruined base, and finally his fire begins to flicker out.

But even now, knee-deep in the ocean, stubborn tongues of white flame lick away from his shoulders. Steam billows from where he’s standing. His chest is heaving, his dark eyes are wild.

There’s nothing but ash and ruin behind him. It pales in comparison to the devastation on his face.

“It’s over now,” Shanks says. Marco doesn’t know the man well, but he knows pain when he hears it. Despite the absolute destruction Ace just wrought, Shanks speaks to him gently. Theirs is a shared grief. “There’s nothing more you can do.”

Whitebeard moves toward his wayward child, and Ace’s lips pull back, baring his teeth. He’s swaying on his feet and he doesn’t even seem to see anything but he still fights it when their father lays his giant hands on him. Marco’s chest twinges as Pops’ palms begin to blacken and blister, but he doesn’t even wince. He just pulls Ace forward against his own wounded chest.

Behind them, Shanks stoops to pick up a worn straw hat floating in the rubble. The string snapped when Akainu’s blow landed, and the hat itself was so light that it blew clear away. That’s probably the only reason it survived the following destruction.

Shanks just holds it for what feels like a long time. Behind him, the Red-Hair pirates stand at attention, weapons drawn. They each look ready to kill the next person who twitches in a way they disagree with. Most of them are crying.

Finally, Shanks tucks the hat into his shirt, and asks, “His body?”

His voice, this time, is a warning of clear and present danger. It’s directed toward the shaken Marines, who have all moved as far away from the pirates as they possibly can on a crumbling, slowly collapsing base.

All but a few: Vice Admiral Garp, who is on his knees and staring vacantly into the middle distance; two young petty officers, a pale blond and a blush pink head bowed together as the boys weep openly; and the pirate empress, whose eyes are black with rage.

“Unaccounted for,” Sengoku replies. He’s clearly leaning on his years of experience to keep from sounding rattled, but the tight lines around his eyes give him away.

It reminds Marco of an old saying he once heard from a retired sailor in a shady dive bar, about a man’s first real taste of the brutality of the sea—’seeing the kraken.’

Well, Marco thinks bitterly, we saw it today.

“Jimbei’s body is gone too, yoi,” he offers. He barely recognizes the sound of his own voice.

“I see,” Shanks says. He taps his hand against the hilt of his sword. The only sounds for a moment are the steady rush of the wind and water, those two boys’ crying, and the vicious snap-crackle of Ace, still fighting the ocean and the arms of his father, still trying to burn. Then Shanks goes on, “I would like the burials left up to us. For now, we will erect temporary grave-sites until our friends have been recovered. If I find out that you have in any way desecrated their graves or their bodies, then I will make this—” He waves his hand, indicating what is left of Marineford. “—look like a birthday party.”

Not a single soul is brave enough to speak out against a pirate calling the shots. Shanks and his crew look like they’re just waiting for a reason. They look the way Pops did when he found out about Thatch.

All Sengoku says is, “Understood.”

The war is over.

The next few days are a special kind of hell.

The Ace they brought home from the war isn’t the same person Marco has come to know and love. He isn’t even the same one Whitebeard first dragged into the family kicking and screaming, that angry, guarded boy who wouldn’t know a helping hand if it slapped him in the face.

The Ace they have now is a different manner of creature altogether. He says nothing. He does nothing. He allows himself to be led from room to room, and he sits wherever he’s planted. He takes the path of least resistance every step of the way. It’s easier to just let the nurses examine him, so he lets them. It’s less work to just eat the food set in front of him, so he eats. It’s not worth the conversation, it’s not worth the fight, it’s not worth anything.

Sometimes Marco will catch him staring at his own hands, where his brother’s blood coated his palms and fingers like paint, right up until his skin lit up like a torch and burned all of it clean away. He’ll rub them against his pants, or start to itch until the skin peels away.

Tate noticed, and now his hands are wrapped up in neat bandages that change every day. Ace lets that happen, too.

The most frightening thing in Marco’s whole life is the idea of what might happen if this version of their Ace is left alone, even just for a minute, and he decides that it would be easier not to survive this after all.

He lays awake at night, watching the rise and fall of Ace’s chest, counting his breaths.

A sloop gallops toward them at full sail, all bright, bold colors. It bears a lion figurehead and a painfully familiar Jolly Roger.

Marco’s heart leaps into his throat and stays there.

“Let them come,” Pops says wearily.

So they throw their lines, and tie Moby and Sunny together, and brace themselves.

The first Straw Hat to board them is the swordsman. Pirate Hunter, the only supernova without command of his own crew.

He nods once and that is all the greeting any of them get. In another world, it would smack of disrespect. Right here and now, Marco is surprised they received even that much. Four of Pirate Hunter’s nakama follow him—Black Leg, Devil Child, Cat Burglar, and Cotton Candy. The others stay behind.

There’s something slightly unsettling about them. Marco isn’t one to give credence to ghost stories, but it’s still the first correlation that springs to his mind.

“We’re here for the hat,” Pirate Hunter says at length. “We’re taking it with us.”

“With you, yoi,” Marco parrots cautiously. “Where to?”

“To the end,” he replies.

“I’m sure you came to the Grand Line with your own dreams and ambitions.” Whitebeard’s tone isn’t condescending, and it isn’t conversational. It’s as grave as this broken crew deserves, and it’s more than a little concerned. “I followed some of your exploits in the papers. Your captain cared about you. He moved heaven and earth for you. Is this what he would want you to do now?”

“If he has something to say about it, then he should be here to say it,” Black Leg says plainly. Maybe once he was handsome and charming. Now he’s a knife, cool and sharp and made for cutting. The only lively thing about him is the absent way he taps the toe of his right shoe against Moby’s deck, a quick and sturdy knock knock knock.

“And since he’s not, we’ll do as we please,” Cat Burglar adds. “Hat.”

They’re not asking. Marco would call the look in their eyes manic, if it wasn’t so resolved and self-assured. It’s not so much that they look ready to die, as much as they look like they’re already dead, and all of this is just extra.

They’re serious. They have a plan. They’re carrying the same conviction that carried their captain all the way through Impel Down.

Marco glances down at the little reindeer. He’s the only one crying, but it’s a silent, steady drip of tears, and his eyes are unfocused. He’s rolling something between his hooves—a little golden ball. It looks like it could be candy. Marco is willing to bet that it isn’t.

They’re so young, and they’re hurting, and the last thing Marco wants to do is cause them more pain. The hat, by right, should be theirs.

But there isn’t a single soul among the Whitebeards who would be willing to walk into Ace’s quarters and take it from him. And that’s sort of the impossible deadlock Marco finds himself trapped in.

He’s about to look to Pops for guidance, when it abruptly becomes unnecessary.

“Here,” says the last person in the world Marco expected to hear, and he whirls around sharply to find Ace—heartbroken, hollowed Ace—holding the precious article out to them at arm’s length. Marco has no idea when the fuck he got out here, or how much he overheard.

Cat Burglar moves forward immediately, the heels of her sandals clicking across the deck with each smart step. She takes the hat, and the shape of her fingers around the frayed, tattered brim is familiar and proprietary. This belongs to someone she once belonged to.

She looks up at Ace. They’re the same sort of haunted. They’re carrying the same sort of wounded love.

Marco can barely breathe through the sudden tension. Izou and Jozu are frozen on either side of him. They’re all braced for something hateful or hurtful or explosive. Marco can almost hear it—

My captain died for you. He was only there because of you. Was your life really worth his?

It’s not his place to deny the Straw Hats their grief, however it may manifest in the moment, but Marco can’t just stand by and let Ace shoulder any more pain. He can’t. He doesn’t know how Ace will survive any more.

If it weren’t for Pops’ silent, steady presence over all the rest of them, Marco might have spoken out of turn.

As it is, Cat Burglar doesn’t speak at all. Her gaze isn’t even accusatory. She just turns and rejoins her crew, and as simply as that, they prepare to leave.

“The revenge you’re looking for is impossible to obtain,” Whitebeard says at the last second. Marco darts a glance at him, and then looks away again quickly. He’s never seen his father’s eyes look so old and sad. “The World Government isn’t just a flag you can burn or an island you can demolish. It will take more than hatred to destroy them in any way that matters.”

“We have much more than hatred,” Cat Burglar reassures him.

“They take and they take,” Devil Child says coldly. “Now they’ve taken too much.”

“Call it one of those hard life lessons,” Black Leg adds. He blows out a plume of cigarette smoke, still knock-knock-knocking his foot against the deck.

“Impossible or not, it’s what we’re doing,” Pirate Hunter says, as if they’re talking about the weather. “If we have to die to make it happen, then so be it.”

Cotton Candy lingers a beat behind the others. His teary eyes find Ace from across the deck.

“Luffy paid for your life, so you’re not allowed to waste it,” the reindeer tells him—blunt and bleak and understanding. “Other people make choices and we have to live with them. We have to. You have to at least try.”

The Sunny races away, and Marco watches it go until it’s gone; the first leg of a doomed voyage. Ace sinks slowly to the sun-bleached deck of his ship, his home, and he looks rattled. It’s the most alive he’s looked in a week.

For the first time since he burned the Marineford down, he’s letting himself feel it. He’s letting it hurt.

“I was mean to him,” Ace says abruptly.

It’s late, and Ace isn’t sleeping, so Marco isn’t sleeping. The two of them are laying in Marco’s bunk, draped in a blanket of moonlight from the porthole. Ace’s earthen tones are all washed out to silver and white, and his eyes are deep and dark.

He used to talk about his brothers all the time, about how they slept in a little treehouse they built together, and shared pillows and blankets and generally lived all tangled up in each other like a pack of clumsy wolf cubs.

Marco is not tactile by nature, preferring to roost alone, but he’s learning. If it will coax Ace into resting for a few precious hours, Marco will get downright cuddly.

“Mean to who?” Marco asks, already knowing the answer.

“Luffy.” Ace stares up at the ceiling. His bandaged hands are clenched. “When we were little. I treated him like shit. I didn’t want him around. I was so angry all the time and I hated everyone and I took it out on him. It took me a while to get my shit together.”

Marco doesn’t roll over to look at him. He very carefully doesn’t move at all.

“And I just keep thinking,” Ace goes on, his voice thick and wavering now, pinched right on the edge of tears, “that he deserved so much better than me.”

“You don’t get to decide that, yoi,” Marco says quietly. His heart is breaking all over again. “Besides, that kid adored you. He went to hell and back for you. You must have done something right.”

Ace sobs, a guttural, heaving sound, and digs the heels of his hands into his eyes, and sobs again. And then he’s crying in earnest, and Marco rolls over to face him after all. When he pulls Ace into his arms, Ace lets himself be gathered there, and clutches at Marco’s shirt. It reminds Marco of how goddamn young he still is. Twenty. Still a baby. And his little brother, the kid whose Wanted posters Ace loved to show off, the kid who was already rattling the world with every step he took, even younger than that.

It hurts. Marco is afraid he’s going to forget what it felt like to breathe without pain.

“It should have been me,” Ace chokes out, his face buried in the hollow of Marco’s throat. His skin is too hot to the touch for comfort but Marco would backflip into the ocean and drown before he’d entertain the idea of letting his brother go. “Not him. Not Luffy. He had so many plans. It’s not fair. I promised to take care of him. I can’t be the last of us, I can’t be. It should have been me.”

“Sorry,” Marco says, his own eyes burning. “I’m sorry, yoi. I’m sorry he’s gone. But I’m glad you’re here.”

#one piece #op #opfic #asl bros #portgas d ace #phoenix marco #my writing #quite the keeper of you

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Hiii! Consider this an introduction post!

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Last updated: May, 11th, 2024.

Made: September 14th, 2023

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asexual-spongebob · 5 months

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chapter 11 - Peso and Shellington and the sleepover Notes:

All I’m gonna say is that I have a feeling this chapter is going to be short (edit: it is, but that’s fine) Oh and um… *insert that emotional h2o piano music here* ALSO YAY SLEEPOVER!!! enjoy some hurt/comfort shellso shit also I am so sorry abt Shellie singing weezer. I’ve been listening to a lot of weezer lately lmao. and I thought it was funny. ALSO WOOO FIRST UPDATE OF 2024 Ik I’ve said this many times but chapter 12 is complete and will be posted soon (maybe later today or tomorrow) I’m very excited to share it. also sorry for any spelling mistakes or anything.

Shellington, Kwazii and Peso had went shopping for souvenirs in a small coastal Irish town

A boat speed by, slashing them.

He had been splashed!

Shellington froze, he knew that it was too late to think “please no tail” so he opted to dive into the water instead.

“Oh that water looks quite nice!” Shellington remarked awkwardly, diving into the water below, disappearing into its deep blue depths, people staring at him.

“Shellington!?” Kwazii and Peso called from above the deck.

Shellington swam back up from the surface, “here’s a towel. Matey.” Kwazii meowed, handing a clean towel to Shellington

Shellington, Kwazii and Peso were sitting at the dock, waiting for Captain Barnacles and Dashi to pick them up, Shellington looked pathetic and drenched in his towel.

Colours of the world Spice up your life Every boy and every girl Spice up your life People of the world

Spice up your life Aah .

Kwazii pulled out his indestructible Nokia phone from his pocket, with a look of embarrassment on his face, Shellington was wheezing, along with Peso

“Why is your ringtone a spice girls song” Shellington snorted “I HAVE A SPICE GIRLS HYPERFIXATION OKAY?!” Kwazii shouted in a unhinged manner “hey no need to yell…” Peso mumbled.

“Hey Kwazii we’re on the our way, we’ll be there soon!” Dashi smiled “great!” Kwazii replied

“So what did you get?” Peso said, turning to face Shellington “chocolate” Shellington smirked, handing one of the small chocolates to Peso and Kwazii.

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Today was the last day The Octonauts would be in Ireland for awhile

“I’m gonna miss this place…” Shellington breathed as he glanced out the window of his lab, all of the memories rushing back.

What the hell?!

You know those strange caves I visited… well something strange happened to me.. just splash me…”

You’re a fish????

yeah… those caves were really weird…. they uh- turned me into a fish..

Kwazii?! you followed me?!

I just wanted to make sure you were safe matey! I didn’t know where you were going! I thought you were sleep walking!

What happened??

The moon um… basically possessed you and you got really upset… oh and you got really mad at Kwazii.. and everyone found out…

who goes there!

hi Kwazii… can we talk…

Yeah sure me hearty

So what is it?

remember when I got really mad last night…

yeah matey. I know you didn’t mean it. Trust me.

Over here!

remember when I went to those strange sea caves?

yeah?

well um.. I went during a full moon and well.. The pool started bubbling and I became a merman..

Shellington stared out the window in silence, gathering his thoughts, a sad expression on his face, Peso had quietly came in the room, he couldn’t help but notice how quiet it was, and the over all sad atmosphere.

Sure, Shellington was quiet, especially while doing his research. But this felt off… dare I say eerie.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Peso said softly, placing a comforting flipper on Shellington’s back, breaking the silence. “Nothing..!” Shellington lied, flinching, not wanting to worry Peso.

“Okay… I suppose it is something..” Shellington admitted “Im kind of sad I guess…” Shellington sighed “why?” Peso pressed, “because we’re leaving…” Shellington said so quietly it was almost a whisper

“It’s okay! I bet we’ll come back here someday!” Peso assured “thanks Peso.. Shellington replied, feeling slightly better now.

“Maybe we should throw a sleepover?” Peso proposed “Oh yeah!” Shellington agreed “after I take a bath we can!” Shellington added, grabbing a towel and walking to the bathroom.

“AND I DON’T WANNA BE AN OLD MAN ANYMORE ITS BEEN A YEAR OR TWO SINCE I WAS OUT ON THE FLOOR SHAKING BOOTY MAKING SWEET LOVE EVERY NIGHT!!!” Shellington’s horrendous singing boomed from the bathroom, Tweak walked by the bathroom door questioning her life decisions.

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Shellington grabbed the popcorn and candy and lied some blankets and pillows down on the floor in the game pod.

“Hey we’re throwing a sleepover, wanna join?” Peso asked Dashi, “oh sure!” Dashi smiled. Later on, Dashi was painting Kwazii’s claws and putting a face mask on him as they watched Tweak sing some karaoke with Kwazii’s karaoke machine, making Dashi blush.

Captain Barnacles was watching a movie, Shellington held Peso in his paws and was licking his face “thanks Peso” Shellington purred affectionately as he munched on some popcorn “¡De nada, Shellington!” Peso chirped.

#kitty giggles #octonauts #shellington #the waves that lap the shore au #peso x shellington #octonauts fanfic #shellington x peso #peso octonauts

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buckys-little-belle · 2 years

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Hey, back again! So I had a thought of Little!Reader with Insomnia, it’s bad so they just fall asleep in weird places during the day. Daddy Natasha has been seeing Little!Reader like this for awhile and hasn’t figure out why her little one is so sleepy. Daddy Natasha wakes up and finds that Little!Reader is not asleep next to her (like they should be) then she goes to find them. Maybe Little!Reader is eating a late late night snack and watching their favorite movie quietly on the tablet. Then Little!Reader breaks down and explains that everyone has just gotten mad at them for their sleep issues which is hard to deal with at times. Especially without help. I hope that’s not too much set up…so yeah! I love your stuff and I hope you are doing well!

Sleepless nights, comfort sights, and sticker charts

Natasha x little!reader (they/them pronouns used)

Warnings : sleep issues, brief mentions of “bad past relationships” (theres only one mention and its literally just “y/n had bad past relationships and will now need to unlearn some bad habits”) goldfish/food mentioned, reader doesn’t explicitly eat in this fic but its implied they snacked on some goldfish, NOT EDITED (its 4am, i just wanted to get this out for y’all and don’t have the willpower to edit it i’m sorry!)

Authors note : i have chronic insomnia and fall asleep in weird places, i once fell asleep at my dinning table on my birthday while waiting for people to get drinks so we could play a card game, and I’ve never had a proper sleep schedule no matter how hard i try so this ask hits home. Also totally not an over explaining ask! I love when you know exactly what you want to see from me! this also isn’t very long but i do love how it came out so i wanted to post it anyways!

SFW - please keep all interactions with this fic and this blog SFW <3

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“angel?” Nat calls, her voices echoing around the house, she hopes you hear her voice and come running to her, wrapping your arms around her like you usually do when you greet her.

Nat had woken up at 3:57 am out of the blue, maybe it was the spy training thats ingrained in her head subconsciously letting her know somethings wrong, or maybe it was just the four glasses of water before she fell asleep. Whatever woke her up, she was grateful for. when she rolled over towards y/n’s side of the bed, ready to wrap her arms around them and snuggle back into bed she found cold sheets. A pang of fear had quickly spread throughout her whole body, her mind sprinting into action knowing she needed to find her baby.

so thats why she’s currently walking around the house in a red t-shirt and underwear, going room to room calling y/n’s name, calling their nicknames, just calling out trying to find them so her nerves could be calmed. she had checked around her room first, knowing y/n might just be in the bathroom but when they weren’t in the room she ventured out, going to the play room, no luck, then checking y/n’s personal bedroom, checking under the bed and in the stuffy closet yet still not finding them.

when she began to descend down the stairs to the main level her heart beat began to speed up, what if y/n wasnt here? what if she had left? or what if she had been taken?!?

Before her mind could wander much further she was met with a lovely sight in the dining room, y/n sitting on one of the dining chairs, a stuffy in one hand and a blanket in the other, their body slumped over the table and the ipad, which nat thought she had hid, had y/n’s favourite cartoon playing. the screen casting a casual light onto y/n, giving nat enough light to also see the goldfish bag turned over, a few goldfish spilling out onto the table.

the wasn’t the first time nat had seen y/n sleeping somewhere funny, though it was the first time they had ventured out of bed and fallen asleep somewhere else. Nat often found y/n asleep on the carpet in the living room, toys, colouring books, and crayons scattered around the carpet creating a sort of circle around them. she would also find y/n asleep on the stairs, seemingly stopping halfway up to take a break but taking a nap instead. Other places included the library, back yard, the concrete stone patio, nat’s vegetable garden, anywhere y/n could slightly lay down would be deemed a valid nap spot.

nat didn’t mind the random sleeping, though she hated when y/n would fall asleep in a weird position, she would always reposition their body to make sure they were straightened out and not in a small crumpled ball. Though the fact that y/n had suck out of bed and not told her that they couldn’t seep bothered her, nat always asked for extra snuggles when she couldn’t fall asleep and assumed y/n would ask if they needed some too.

nat approached y/n, gently rubbing their back with one hand while the other turned the ipad off and picked the goldfish bag up. “angel?” nat cooed, hoping to gently wake y/n up so she could move her back to the bedroom.

“hmm?” y/n mumbled, suddenly sitting up straight and staring at nat, their eyes slowly filling with tears as they viewed the scene around them. a few goldfish still laying on the table and the ipad case closed. “‘m so sorry mommy” y/n sobbed, the tears finally falling down their cheeks.

“angel it’s okay” nat scooped y/n up in her arms, instinctively pulling them as close to her as possible, an arm resting below y/n’s legs and one rubbing soothing circles on their back. “what’s wrong baby” nat asked, hoping for an answer that would help her understand the situation better.

“your not mad mommy?” y/n sniffled, tears slowly streaming down their cheeks still but their sob now seemingly held at bay.

“angel why would i be mad?” Nat walked towards the living room and sat down on the couch, holding y/n in her lap and allowing the two of them to sit face to face, allowing her to read y/n’s emotions as best a possible.

“‘cause i was bad” y/n hiccuped “i was not sleepin mommy” nat noticed more tears collecting in y/n’s eyes, the current subject clearly hard for them to talk about.

“it’s okay if you cant sleep baby, i wish you would have woken me up so i could help you” nat answered, her voice calm and collected, making sure to not add any unnecessary emotions to the mix “but it’s okay if you can’t sleep” nat’s hands found y/n’s cheeks and began to wipe away the tears that were planted on them, eventually leaning in to kiss each cheek.

“i, i don, i don understand” y/n was in a state of shock, their face contorted as they slowly leaned back from nat’s touch. y/n had always been told that their sleep issues were annoying, always told to never wake someone up for help because its rude. yet here was nat, sitting down on the couch holding the, close and telling them that she was there for them if they needed help.

nat could see y/n’s mind wandering down paths that could be explored later, she knew y/n had been in bad relationships before and still had a lot of negative things to unlearn, but they could work on that tomorrow, or next week. right now she just wanted to get her angel to bed and get them all tucked in. “it’s okay, i know it’s hard to understand angel, we can talk about it tomorrow okay?” y/n nodded, slowly resting their head on nats shoulder and wrapping their arms around her neck, signs that they were ready to be picked up.

nat knew that from this night forward new bedtime rules would need to be set in place, making sure y/n didn’t sneak away from the room late at night and making sure they knew it was okay to get help when it came to tough sleeping nights. maybe she could start another sticker chart for the new bedtime routine, y/n already had one for everything else, why not one more.

#little!reader #age regression fic #age regression #nat x little!reader #nat x little reader #natasha x little!reader #natasha x little reader #nat x reader #natasha x reader #natasha fanfiction #nat romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff

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unwrittenlibrary · 3 years

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my arms will hold you

summary // you and bucky are having your first child. [established! bucky barnes x fem!reader]

words // 7.7K (wowza)

warnings // pregnancy, birth, brief mention of religion, excessive use of the nickname pretty girl, depiction of labor, post endgame, post tfatws. steve didn’t go back in time but no other changes to endgame ending. i hate the word belly so it’s literally not used at all sorry, it’a majority fluff!

notes // this got away from me, it was supposed to be short lol check out the iconic song you’ll be in my heart by phil collins! from the tarzan soundtrack! i researched a lot for this so hopefully it makes sense & works well!!

replies & reblogs are greatly appreciated 💞

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7 Weeks

You hope they have his eyes. Bright, blue and sparkling. You stare down at the three tests before you, all clear and unambiguously positive.

A laugh bubbles out of you, full of joy and absolutely thrilled as you think of how long you’ve been trying and waiting for this. How happy Bucky will be. How happy you are.

You hear your front door open and close which immediately makes you pick up one of the positive tests. “Bucky!” You call out in pure excitement, unwilling to wait and tell him the news any other day.

He barely has the chance to put his bag down before you’re jumping into his arms. Your legs wrap around his hips as his hands come up to grip your thighs and hold you up.

“Pretty girl.” He laughs as you pepper kisses across his face. “What’s got you so happy? I was only gone for three days!”

You pull back to look him in the eye. He’s watching you with a bemused smile which makes you giggle. He has no idea of the test in your right hand or the other two sitting in your shared bathroom.

“I’m pregnant.” You breathe out. His eyes trace over you as you bite down the smile threatening to break out on your face. You wrap an arm around his neck as you pull the hand holding the test in between the two of you. His eyes immediately snap to the test and you’re sure he can’t actually read it in this position, but you’re too excited to care.

He shakes his head in shock. “You’re pregnant?” He asks softly. There was a happy lilt to his tone that lets you know his silence isn’t anger or nerves but just him struggling to figure out if this is real.

You nod your head rapidly and can no longer hold back your smile. “Three tests. All of them say yes to there being a baby Barnes in eight or nine months.”

His smile appears slowly, but it’s beautiful and bright as he gently places you back on your feet. “Fuck.” He laughs before pulling you into a kiss.

It’s all smiles and one of the messiest kisses you’ve ever had, but definitely one of the best too. When he pulls back, he’s breathing heavily and he rests his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He whispers.

His look is full of unadulterated love and affection, a look you’re sure you’re returning tenfold. “I love you more.”

His hands move to your waist and he hoists you up again. “Not fucking possible, pretty girl.” He mumbles into your neck as he begins to press soft kisses to your skin.

10 Weeks.

Your foot is shaking anxiously on the edge of the exam table as your eyes filter around the room. You had been in this gynecologist office many times, but today you can’t help but feel anxious as you wait for your doctor. The nurse had already come in and done your pre-physical checks; Weight, blood pressure, and some questions.

Bucky leans forward and wraps his hand around your ankle gently. “Relax, pretty girl.” He’s pulled up the guest chair so it’s next to you as you two wait.

You chew on your nail nervously as you stare down at him. “What if I got your hopes up? What if it was a false positive?” You can’t help but feel like maybe you had jumped the gun in telling Bucky the day you had taken the test.

Bucky’s hand moves up your leg until it’s resting right above your knee. “Then I’ll take you home and we’ll try again. I have no problem with trying for babies with you, pretty girl.” His hand slides further up and you laugh as you push it away.

“Buck! I’m serious.” You groan. You hear footsteps outside your door and freeze before they fade away. “What if-“

“-Stop.” He says firmly. “I’m serious too. Then we try again. Maybe it’ll hurt for a while, but we'll get through it together.” He reaches up and pulls your hand away from your face before wrapping it in between both of his. “And I’m no doctor, but I’m sure three false positives is pretty rare.”

Your heads snap up as the door opens and your doctor steps in along with a nurse. She turns to you both with a bright smile as the nurse shuts the door softly.

“I hear somebody thinks they’re pregnant!” The nurse sits by the computer in the room as she comes to stand beside you.

You nod slowly. “Me.” You shake your head in embarrassment. “Obviously. I’m the one with the vagina.” You flinch, but can’t stop the words from tumbling out. “I took three tests and they all came out positive. He says false positives are pretty rare, but he’s also not a doctor or scientist. He didn’t even go to college-“ You’re rambling on out of nerves. “Sorry. That came out wrong. I love you.” You say quickly glancing at Bucky before looking back at your doctor.

Bucky laughs as she watches you with amused eyes. “He’s right though! False positives are far rarer than false negatives.” She pulls the stool towards your table and sits down next to you.

You let out a deep breath. “That’s good to know.” Bucky squeezes your hand gently in a relax, I told you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Barnes. I’m Dr. O.” She reaches her right hand across you, Bucky glances at you nervously before holding out his left hand to meet her. She doesn’t acknowledge the vibranium hand, just turns to look at you once the handshake is over. “I was so happy when my receptionist told me what your appointment was for, I know you two have been trying for awhile now.”

“We’re just going to ask a few questions, then determine the best course of action for finding out if you're pregnant. Depending on how far along we think you are we’ll either do an ultrasound or blood test.” She explains as she leans away from you.

You nod. “Sounds good.” It’s weird to have another person in the room besides your doctor and nurse, but Bucky’s presence is welcome. His hand in yours and thumb gently rubbing circles into your skin helps relax you as Dr. O talks.

“Let’s start with when you took the tests.” She looks over to the nurse who nods, hands ready to take notes as you speak.

You nod. “Around three weeks ago?” You look over at Bucky who nods. “We were out of town for a few days visiting a friend, so I booked the first appointment available after we got back.”

“Where did you go?” She laughs when you furrow your brows at her question. “I’m sorry! I’m nosy.”

You laugh gently at that. “Oh it’s fine! We went to Louisiana! One of Buck’s best friends is down there and we just love the area.” You explain.

She nods. “What made you take the tests? Mention anything like a missed period, morning sickness, any other symptoms.” She explains.

“I originally thought my period was late. I didn’t think anything of it until we reached the second month and then I realized it wasn’t late, I had missed two periods.” You explain as you think back to what made you get the tests that day. “But what really made me get the tests was I was planning on cooking for Buck, he was getting home from a work trip that day, and when I pulled out some of the ingredients I just felt so sick. It’s my favorite dish! The smell never bothers me, nothing in it bothers me, I was just so confused until I put two and two together and thought I should buy a test just to check.” You’re a little breathless as you finish and she’s nodding along as the computer keys clack away.

“That sounds like you’re anywhere from nine to eleven weeks!” She stands up. “We can definitely try a transabdominal ultrasound. We should be able to get a clearer date and maybe even hear a heartbeat.”

“Really?” You ask softly. You hadn’t expected to come in and hear or see your baby. You weren’t even sure if there was one. “We can… We can see the baby today?”

“If your dates are correct, then yes!” She gives you an excited smile as she pulls the small machine towards your bedside. “Or we can do a blood test. It’s up to you.”

“Oh, can we try the ultrasound? I would… That would make me feel better.” You admit, squeezing Bucky’s hand tightly. “Of course.” She agrees.

Bucky pulls his hand away from its resting spot on your stomach, but doesn’t release his grip on you. You pull up your shirt with one hand as she and the nurse move around the room. “This will be cold. Try not to move around too much.”

You flinch as the gel touches your stomach. “That is cold.” You murmur to Bucky as she pulls the wand towards you. He smiles up at you and it makes your cheeks warm.

“Okay.” She hums as she moves the wand around your stomach. You wait with baited breath in hopes of hearing a heartbeat come through. Your grip on Bucky’s hand gets tighter and tighter as the seconds tick by, but he doesn’t say a word in complaint.

Then there’s a loud thumping sound and Dr. O turns to you with a bright smile. “There we go! A nice, strong heartbeat.” She turns the screen so you and Bucky can see it clearly.

You and Bucky look at each and it’s like everything has fallen into place.

Bucky Barnes had never allowed himself to dream of this life. A wife, a house of his own, a baby; Bucky Barnes had never imagined his own family.

“Oh!” Both of your heads snap around the look at the doctor. “There’s two heartbeats.” She moves the wand around again and then there’s another steady thumping sound. “Baby A and Baby B.” She moves the wand back and forth so the two of you get a clearer picture.

When you look back at Bucky his eyes are brimming with tears, but there's a smile on his face that makes your heart race. So big that his eyes crinkle and you’re positive his cheeks hurt, but it makes you smile too.

“Twins.” You whisper to him. Everything else fades into the background as you two stare at each other. He nods and pulls your hand to his lips so he can press a kiss to it. “Twins.” He whispers back.

“I’ll print out some photos for you two.” Dr. O says quietly.

And… Bucky Barnes didn’t know if he still believed in God, but he would thank Him everyday for this miracle of a life he’s been granted. He would go through hell and back again if it meant he still got this life with you.

16 Weeks

“Do you think it’s a boy and a girl? Two boys? Two girls?” Your now nursery is painted white with one forest green wall. Bucky is sitting on the floor in the middle of the room working on the matching cribs as you lean against the door jam. “Should we have waited until we were further in to start all this?”

Bucky looks up at you and notices you chewing on the skin around your nail nervously as your eyes flicker around the half finished nursery. The walls had been painted when you had been gone for the day so you could stay away from the fumes. Bucky had started the cribs first, boxes of blankets, mattress pads and other small items were piled in the corner of the room.

“I thought you wanted it to be a surprise.” He puts down the screwdriver in his hand to focus his full attention on you. “And your doctor said the first twelve weeks held the highest risk for anything happening.”

You look down at him. “I know… I do want it to be a surprise… I just want to know what you think we’ll have. I think it’s boys.” You look down at your small, but there, bump. Your doctor had informed you that twins would most likely make gaining weight more likely and quicker than a single baby. You guess you just hadn’t expected the bump to show up so soon.

You hear Bucky stand and watch as he stumbles over all the spread out pieces of the cribs. “Listen.” He tilts your chin up towards him. “I can’t promise you this will be perfect, but I can promise you I’ll be here every step of the way.”

You reluctantly nod. Logically you knew he was right, you had taken all the necessary steps and precautions your doctor had suggested. You felt good, despite the uncomfortableness of growing two humans. “I know I’m being, like, anxious or whatever. I just… I want this so bad. I don’t know if I could survive if something happened.” You admit quietly, almost ashamed at the weight this feeling had left on your shoulders.

“Pretty girl.” Bucky murmurs sadly. “If anything ever happened, I would be here every step of the way. You’ve got my heart. You’re my life.” He rubs reassuring hands up and down your arms. “And if you ever felt like you were too far gone, I’d be there to pull you back.”

You feel your eyes tear as you look up at him. “Tell me what you think they’ll be. Boys. Girls.” You wrap your arms around his waist and step forward to rest your cheek against his chest. “Please.”

He wraps his arms around you in return and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I think we’re going to have girls.” He says softly, “And they’ll be beautiful like you. I hope they are. Your eyes, your hair, your pretty smile.” Bucky presses another gentle kiss to your forehead, you hum in response and he takes that as a hint to keep talking. “And smart like you too. I just want mini yous, pretty girl. If I could live my life surrounded by my girls, I would be content.”

His soft words and the steady sound of his heartbeat in your ear pressed against his chest has you calming immediately. You take a deep breath before pulling back to look at him. “I love you, Bucky. I am so lucky that you’re my husband.”

You can feel Bucky’s laugh and it makes you smile. “Pretty girl, I’m the lucky one. I never thought I’d have this. Buying a house and building cribs and picking out baby clothes.”

“Buck-'' You try to interrupt him, but he shakes his head and you shut your mouth. Instead you smile up at him softly as he continues speaking.

“I never thought I could be loved like this.” He leans down and gently nudges his nose against yours. You close your eyes and do the same. “But I’m so happy I have it.”

You have to admit, when Bucky Barnes had come into your life with harsh stares and an intimidating presence, you had never imagined this would be the life you would have with him.

“I love you pretty girl.” He declares, voice strong and full of love, before dropping to his knees in front of you. You laugh as his hands land gently on your stomach. “And I love you, babies Barnes.”

“Babies Barnes?” You ask with a small smile. “That’s what we’re calling them now?”

Bucky looks up at you with a shining smile. “We’ll talk names later, I think Babies Barnes sounds good for now.”

You rest one of your hands on his and run your other hand through his hair as he talks quietly to your stomach. “What about the Barnes Babies?” You murmur. “Sounds better.”

20 Weeks

“Bucky.” You call from your spot on the floor in the center of the nursery. You were in the middle of folding clothes. Most of the items were matching and you had been slowly but surely separating them out and into the two separate dressers. “Bucky!” You call again, raising your voice just a little more.

There are heavy footsteps as Bucky rushes up the stairs. “What? What’s wrong?” He asks from the doorway while his eyes flicker around the room panicked. You feel a little guilty when you notice his shoulders relax at the sight of you fine on the floor. “Why are you down there?’

“I’m organizing the baby clothes.” You answer in a matter of fact tone. Bucky opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off already knowing what it’ll be. “I’m fine down here! I’m not in any more danger down here than I am sitting on the couch.” You look around the almost finished nursery. “You’ll just have to help me up later.” You look back up at him a little embarrassed.

Bucky comes and kneels down beside you. You let out a relieved sigh as he runs his knuckle against your cheek gently. “What did you need, pretty girl?’ He asks with a knowing smile.

“I’m starving.” You throw your head back in an overdramatic groan. “I would kill for some oreos…” You think for a moment. “Do we still have the kraft macaroni and cheese?”

Bucky scrunches his nose up in disgust, but nods. “Please don’t ask me to mix those together.”

“I wasn’t!” You slap a hand against his chest. It makes him shake a little in his kneeling position, but he stays upright. “I want them separately. But I do want both. Please, Buck? You always make the macaroni and cheese so perfectly! I always mess it up.” You put on your best puppy dog eyes and pout your lips.

He throws his head back in a laugh. “You don’t need to do all that, pretty girl.” He snorts. He kisses your cheek before standing up. “I would do anything you asked me to.”

“Even bring me a glass or cherry Dr. Pepper with it?” You weren’t a huge soda person normally, but you had tried a sip of the drink when you and Bucky had gone out to dinner and it had become one of your biggest cravings.

“Especially that.” He grins at you before spinning on his heel to retreat back downstairs. “Thank you!” You call out. “Call me if you need me!” He yells back and you smile to yourself. You place a hand on your stomach and look down.

“That was your daddy.” You say softly. You rub gentle circles over your loose t-shirt. “He loves you two so much already. We love you two so much. We just can’t wait for you to get here.” You admit. Talking to your stomach has become a habit of yours. Your doctor had explained babies will usually respond to noise when they can start hearing and while she had assured you kicking with twins may take a little longer, you were desperate to feel them move around.

You glance at the door before looking back down. “He’s been so much help. I’d read horror stories about husbands who are never home or who don’t take up cooking and cleaning. But your daddy just… does it all for me.” Your voice has taken on a tone of pure love as you talk to your babies about Bucky. “He built your cribs. Rubs my feet. Cooks me disgusting children’s food.” You giggle quietly. “I’m so happy I get to build you two a home full of love and-” You jump when you feel a gentle kick against your hand. “No way.” You whisper.

“Bucky!” You yell out shakily. “Bucky! Bucky! Bucky!” You don’t think of the panic you could be making him feel as you stare down at your stomach with happy tears in your eyes. Bucky’s by your side in an instant, his hand coming to rest over yours and his eyes observing your face in a frenzied panic.

“What’s wrong? What hurts?” He asks anxiously. You shake your head and move his hand so it’s resting underneath your own instead of on top. “What? Christ, pretty girl! Is every-”

“Just talk to them.” You say quietly. “About anything.” Your urge.

Bucky looks at you questioningly, but settles next to you when you nod. “Okay…” He says quietly. “Um,” he glances at you, “I’m so excited for you two to be here.” He starts a little nervously. You squeeze his hand in reassurance. “I never thought I would have my own baby, let alone twins, with such a knockout.” He laughs when you roll your eyes. “I never thought I could love anybody this much, then I met your mom. Then she told me she was gonna have you guys and I… I knew that I would do anything if it meant I got to keep all this love in my li-” He cuts himself off and looks at you with wide eyes.

“Did you feel it?” You ask softly. Bucky moves his hand over a little and lets out a wet laugh. “That’s... That’s fucking amazing.” He presses a kiss to your lips. “You’re fucking amazing.”

The two of you can’t stop staring at each, certainly looking like some smiling fools, until Bucky’s eyes widen and he yanks himself away. “You’re macaroni and cheese!” He yells as he stumbles out of the room leaving you doubling over in laughter.

26 Weeks

“When she said twins,” You pause as you take a deep breath, “I didn’t think she meant everything would be so much worse.” Bucky laughs as you settle on the couch next to him. He holds his arms up as he waits for you to rest your feet in his lap.

He immediately begins to rub your feet as you turn the movie on. “What hurts?” He asks softly. His eyes trail over you like he expects a wound, something easily fixable, so he could better help you.

You give him a gentle smile. “My feet. My back. I’m just uncomfortable, Buck.” You explain. You knew he felt bad that there wasn’t much he could do besides sit next to you and rub your feet and legs. “I don’t think I realized how fast things move when it’s two babies growing inside you instead of just one.”

“I wish I could do more.” He says quietly as he massages your left foot. His vibranium hand is cool against your skin and offers some relief from the heat you felt was taking over. You know he’s unsure of what to say or do to help and that he didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but, “All I need is this, Buck.” You poke his thigh with your right foot.

When he looks over at you questioningly, you smile. “I’m gonna be totally honest with you here, Bucky. There’s not much you can do to help me now, or the next few months, except keep rubbing my feet, helping around the house and keep calling me pretty girl.”

He pinches your ankle. “For years you’ve told me you didn’t like that nickname.” There’s no malice or annoyance in his voice. Bucky knows as well as you do that although you may roll your eyes or laugh when he calls you that, you hate when he calls you anything else.

Especially now. “Makes me feel good.” You shrug as nonchalantly as you can. “I’m gaining weight like crazy. I’m swollen and cranky, it’s nice to know you still think I’m your pretty girl.” You admit shyly.

“I always think you’re pretty, my love.” You feel your neck heat at his words and his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “But… fuck… I don’t know if there’s anything as beautiful as watching you grow our children. I’m in awe of you everyday, pretty girl.” His eyes are lit up with passion. You laugh as he moves towards you. “I am so in love with you, it’s crazy. I just... I can barely keep my hands to myself half the time.”

You cup his jaw with your hand and your nails lightly scratching at his beard. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Bucky Barnes.” You murmur as he leans in towards you. “Cause I’ll make you follow through.”

He groans before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Come on, pretty girl. Come to bed. I think I know a way to make you feel a little better.” He whispers against your lips. You nod with an excited giggle as he stands and holds a hand out to you.

32 Weeks

“I appreciate you guys coming out to see us.” You press a kiss to Sam’s cheek before moving to hug Wanda who was trailing into your house behind him. “We didn’t want a huge baby shower, but we did want to see some of our closest friends and it means so much you all came out!” You gush.

Wanda presses a kiss to your cheek before standing back and looking at you excitedly. “Oh, you look beautiful.” She says kindly, her eyes trailing over your now much larger bump. “Twins.” She murmurs wistfully as your hands grip hers tightly.

“Oh, Wanda…” You trail off, suddenly feeling guilty for your pushful invitation to your closest friends. She shakes her hand with a bright smile. “None of that! I’m so excited for you and Bucky. I’ve never met two more deserving people.” She presses another kiss to your cheek as she moves past you. “Now where is your husband?”

“In the backyard!” You laugh. “He’s working on grilling. We have drinks and snacks out there!” You push her and Sam towards the sliding door in your kitchen. Steve slips through your front door next, a bright smile on his face when he realizes it’s you who’s greeting him.

“You look lovely.” He says kindly as he leans down to press a kiss to your head. “Bucky has spent hours on the phone talking about how beautiful you look, but still didn’t do you justice.”

“You charmer!” You squeeze his arm as you laugh. “He’s outside. I’ll give you fifty bucks if you say something just as sweet to him.” Steve shakes his head with an ill-suppressed smile. “Come on! I’ll add an extra twenty if you kiss him too.” You plead. You and Bucky had been so busy with preparations, neither of you had seen your friends in a long time. You were in desperate need of a laugh with everyone.

Steve shakes his head, but he turns to you and winks when he goes to open the sliding door, which makes you smile largely.

You greet a few more friends; Rhodey who comes with a gentle smile and gifts from Pepper despite your warning against them. He has a nervous Peter Parker in tow, who adored you but was still terrified of Bucky despite it having been years since their fight.

“For you.” He smiles sweetly. He’s gotten more handsome as he’s gotten older, more confident too, but he still turns red when you press a kiss to his cheek as you thank him for the small box he has handed over. You laugh as he rushes after Rhodey, face down in an attempt to hide the blush.

You were unsure when the Avengers had become your family too. Bucky had brought you around eight months into your relationship and they had taken you in easily. Bucky says your light filled a void after all the darkness they had suffered. You shook him off, but the words always made your heart soar. If you were even just a small piece of their healing, you were happy.

An arm wraps around your waist and you smile when you smell Bucky’s cologne. “Funny joke with Steve, pretty girl.” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

“I thought so.” You shiver. “Did he kiss you too? Please tell me he did!” You turn and look up at him with pleading eyes. Bucky laughs before reluctantly nodding. “That’s incredible.” You move away from your spot in the entrance and hold onto Bucky’s arm as he leads you towards the backyard. “Give him seventy dollars sometime today, please.”

“What?” Bucky stops in his tracks, making you freeze too. “For what?”

You look up at him innocently. “For making your severely pregnant wife laugh.” Bucky slides the door open with a shake of his head and gestures for you to go out first. You smile gratefully and step out.

Your friends are spread out in the small yard. Sam has taken over the grill, while Steve is deep in conversation with Rhodey and Wanda. Peter chatters away as Sam nods along his eyes glazed over.

“Thank you for planning this.” You slip your hand into the crook of Bucky’s elbow as the two of you make your way into the group. “I didn’t realize how much I missed everyone with how busy we’ve been.”

“Anything for you, pretty girl.” He says softly. “Everyone loves you, it wasn’t hard to convince them to make the trip to come see you.”

“You sure know how to make a girl feel special.” You tease. Bucky laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek before going to join Sam at the grill. You meet Steve, Wanda and Rhodey with a smile.

“We were just talking about names.” Steve quickly stands up from the chair he had been lounging in. You shake your head with narrowed eyes. “Sit down.” He orders, it’s not harsh, but he’s taken on a completely different tone of voice that makes you giggle. You glance at Wanda with comical, wide eyes before taking the seat.

“I like it when you use your Captain's voice.” You glance at Wanda in thanks when she hands over a glass of water. “I never got to hear it. We met after you retired!” Steve’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red as Rhodey and Wanda laugh. “Anyways, tell me about the names!”

Wanda starts. “Bucky told us you two wanted to find out the gender when you give birth, so we each came up with two names for each of the three scenarios. I was given the one girl, one boy scenario.” She explains quickly her hand waving around in front of her excitedly.

“And what did you come up with?” You ask in amusement, but also with a little curiosity. You and Bucky had briefly discussed names, both floating around ideas when they appeared, but nothing had been chosen yet. Maybe one of your friends would have a good name idea.

Wanda claps. “I chose Oliver George Barnes if it’s a boy! Oh, I think Oliver is such a lovely name. And then the baby has Bucky’s dad’s name too. A little bit of old and new.” She explains and you nod along. “And for a girl, Elena Rebecca Barnes.”

You furrow your brows at her. “How do you know so much about Buck’s family’s names?” A light blush colors her cheeks. “I may have visited the Bucky Barnes page on the Smithsonian website in preparation.” She admits.

“Okay Rhodey, hit me!” You turn so you can look at him. He sits up a little straighter. “For two girls. Baby girl number one, Olivia Rose Barnes” You scrunch your nose up at the middle name. “And for girl number two, Eloise Ann Barnes.” Your eyes widen at the suggestion. You had expected him to just repeat your name back to you.

“I… I actually kind of like Eloise.” You admit after a moment. “Little El.” One of your hands comes to rest on your stomach. You look up at Steve with a smile. “Hit me with the two boys' names, Rogers.”

Steve glances over at Bucky and Sam before stepping towards you conspiratorially. “Samuel James Barnes and Theodore George Barnes.” You look over at Bucky and your eyes meet his. You smile softly when he waves you over.

“Those are lovely, Steve.” You hold your hand out for him and he helps you stand. “I… I will tell Buck about all of these names. I love them all.” You say gratefully before slowly making your way towards the grill.

Bucky’s arm wraps around your waist as soon as you’re beside him. “What are you four whispering about over there, pretty girl?” He asks quietly as Sam and Peter begin to bring the plates of food over to the table Bucky had set up earlier.

You glance back at Sam to make sure he’s out of hearing distance. “Baby names! Buck, Steve came up with Samuel James Barnes. I just love it.” Bucky’s already shaking his head with a frown. “What?” You ask.

“I’m not naming our son after me and Sam.” He glances back at the group who has come together at the table. Wanda and Steve wave you two over and you hold up a finger in response before looking back at Bucky. “What were the girls names?” He asks.

You shrug. “Olivia Rose, Eloise Ann, and Elena Rebecca.” None of the names hit a particular chord with you, but you could admit they were all very pretty. “I like Eleanor, I think.” You admit as Bucky mulls the names over.

“That’s a pretty name.” He says softly. “Eleanor Rebecca Barnes.” He adds on and a smile breaks out on your face. You lean up and he meets you halfway in a gentle kiss. When you pull back he rests his forehead against yours.

“Did we just pick a baby name?” You whisper in shock. Bucky’s eyes crinkle as he smiles excitedly. “I think we did, pretty girl.”

38 Weeks

At first you think they’re just kicking. They’d been doing it more and more the further along you got. You groan and shift around in bed as quietly as possible trying not to wake Bucky.

You take a few deep breaths as you try to drift off into sleep, but a shooting pain hits you and your arm whips out and your hand grips Bucky’s shirt.

You gasp. “Bucky.” You pull at his shirt in an attempt to wake him. You whine in pain and begin to pull harder. “Bucky!” You say a little louder.

You feel him begin to wake under your palm. “What’s up, pretty girl?” He mumbles into his pillow, still not looking over at you.

The pain rips through you again and this time you yank at his shirt violently. “James Buchanan Barnes if you don’t get the fuck up, I will murder you.”

That has him turning to look at you with wide eyes. His eyes scan over you and pause on the hand sitting on your stomach before they trail up to your face scrunched up in pain.

“Oh shit.” He stumbles out of the bed and comes around to your side. You turn to look up at him with pleading eyes and notice the pure panic in his. “Um- Okay.” He stands up straight and takes a few deep breaths.

Another contraction hits. “Take your time.” You grit out as you try to breathe through it. “Not like I’m having a fucking baby here.”

“Shut up.” He laughs as he leans down to gently grip your arm. “Did your water break?” He asks as he helps your stand.

You look down at the mattress then the floor before shaking your head. “Not yet, but these really hurt I-“

“Don’t have to explain yourself to me, pretty girl.” He helps you around the room and into the bathroom and helps you sit on top of the toilet lid. “You don’t have pants on, what should I grab for you to wear?”

You glance down at your bare thighs, you hadn’t really realized. “A dress! Just grab a dress, I can slip into it.” You murmur as you rest your forehead against the tiled wall next to you.

Bucky disappears and you count to yourself as you breathe through your pain. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” You murmur. They were early, two weeks early, but Dr. O had warned you that multiples liked to make surprise appearances.

“A dress.” Bucky stands in front of you with one of your maternity sun dresses. He helps you stand again and you take it from his hands.

“Go put on pants, I can get the dress on myself.” Bucky looks hesitant at the suggestion even though all he’s got on is a t-shirt and boxers. “Buck. Please. The sooner we’re both ready the sooner we can go.”

He nods and sprints out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. You slide the t-shirt you had fallen asleep in off and pull the dress over your body. You let out a sigh of relief at the fact that Bucky had chosen one of the stretchy cotton dresses and not one of your nicer maternity ones. You brush your teeth quickly and splash some water on your face.

“Bucky.” You cry out when you feel the rush of water between your legs.

“Let’s go.” Bucky appears in the doorway with sweatpants and his jacket pulled haphazardly over his shirt. He freezes when he notices your problem. He doesn’t say anything, just disappears then reappears with clean underwear for you. He helps you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom again then helps you change again. “Let’s go.” He says softly with a gentle kiss to your temple.

It’s all a blur from there. Bucky’s grabbing your go bag, leading you to the car and driving you to the hospital.

“She’s having our babies.” Bucky blurts out to the receptionist once the two of you reach the neonatal ward. She smiles pacifingly at him before looking at you with concern. “Sit her down, sir.” She orders and Bucky helps you sit in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs.

“She should be in a bed right?” Bucky asks worriedly looking back and forth between you and her.

“One of the nurses is going to bring a wheel cheer so we can bring her to her room.” She explains kindly. “I just need your names and your doctor’s name.”

You block Bucky’s voice out as another contraction hits. “Fuck, fuck fuck.” You cry. “B - A - R - N -E-S.” Bucky glances back at you at the sound of your cry. “Her doctor is Dr. O.” The woman hums as her fingers fly across the keyboard.

There’s a gentle hand on your shoulder that makes you look up. “I’m Natalie.” The woman smiles kindly. “I’m gonna bring you to your room, okay?”

You nod slowly with tears in your eyes. You’re tired and uncomfortable and the pain keeps getting worse and worse. “Let’s get you up, mama.” She helps you stand slowly and guides you to the wheelchair waiting by the doors.

You glance back at Bucky, who’s still talking with the receptionist and scribbling answers on the clipboard she had slid over to him. “My husband. I need Bucky. I-“

“They’ll bring him back as soon as he’s done with the paperwork.” She rubs your shoulder calmingly. “I promise all we’re gonna do is get you in bed.”

You take a deep breath as she pushes you down the hall and away from Bucky. “I can’t do this without him.” You’re breathing heavily as the contractions hit you. “I need him. Please. Can’t he do paperwork later? It’s not like I can leave!” You cry out.

She gently moves you from the wheelchair to the hospital bed. “We’ll wait until your husband, Bucky, right?” She asks as she pushes you back so you’re laying down. You give her a teary eyed nod. “We’ll wait until Bucky is here to help change you into your gown.” She murmurs reassuringly.

There’s a knock on the door and then Bucky is rushing in with another nurse trailing after him. “I’m pretty sure half the answers on that paperwork are illegible but…” The nurse trails off with an amused smile.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Bucky pushes back the stray hairs that are sticking to your sweaty forehead before giving you a kiss. “I’m here. What do you need?”

“It’s up to you, mama.” Natalie places the hospital gown on the edge of your bed. “If you want us or your husband to help you into the gown.” She gives you a knowing smile.

“Can we…” You take a deep breath. “Can we have a moment?” They nod and leave the room. You look up at Bucky with teary eyes. “I don’t think I can do this, Buck.” You admit.

He helps you sit up while shaking his head. “Yes you can, pretty girl.” He murmurs reassuringly. He lifts your dress so it scrunches up at your hips and waits until you raise your arms so he can take it off completely. He picks the pink gown up and slides it over your held out arms.

“How do you know that?” You wipe hastily at the tears streaming down your face as Bucky moves around the tie the gown in the back. He helps you lay back down before slipping his shoes off and crawling in beside you.

You moan in relief when he starts rubbing gentle circles over your stomach and as his warmth envelopes you. Bucky presses gentle kisses to your neck and jaw. “I know because you are the strongest woman I know.” He whispers. “You have been growing these humans in your uterus for almost nine months. And you’ve done it without flinching. This isn’t gonna be what takes you out, pretty girl.”

There’s a gentle knock on the door and your nurse comes back in with a soft smile, followed by Dr. O and two more people. “Who’s ready to have some babies?” Dr. O asks with a bright smile.

You look up at Bucky, who can’t do anything but stare at you in awe, then nod. “We are.”

Twelve and a Half Hours Later

“I don’t think I could be any more in love with you.” Bucky declares as the nurses dance about the room, cleaning your crying babies up. “Shut up.” You murmur tiredly. “I wanna see my babies.” They’ve been checking and cleaning for what felt like forever.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.” The two nurses come over with little bundles in their arms. “You have two healthy babies, a boy and a girl.” You look up at Bucky with bright eyes as the nurse hands him the blue bundle.

Your eyes move away as the pink bundle is gently handed over to you. “Hello.” You whisper softly at the fidgeting baby. You can’t stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks as you down at your baby girl. Completely healthy and absolutely beautiful. “Eleanor Rebecca Barnes.” You murmur, running a gentle finger over her cheek.

“Pretty girl.” Bucky’s voice is wet and you look up to see tears on his cheeks too. You scoot over and make room for him to sit beside you again for the first time in hours. He sits as slowly as he can and then looks over at the baby in your arms as you glance at the baby in his. “Hello, Eleanor.” Bucky whispers to the little girl.

There’s a knock at the door that has the two of you snapping your heads up. You see the balloons first and then Steve and Sam behind them.

“Boys.” You whisper happily. Bucky nods them into the room. They come to stand in front of your bed as quietly as they can. “Meet Eleanor Rebecca Barnes and,” you and Bucky glance at each other with soft smiles, “and Steven Samuel Barnes.” He finishes for you.

Their eyes snap to you two in shock. “What?” Sam asks after a moment of silence. “You… You said you would never name a baby after me.” He’s getting choked up as he stares at Bucky in betrayal.

“Yeah, well.” Bucky shakes his head. “You’re uh… You’re one of my best friends.” He looks over at Steve. “You’re both some of my best friends. And uh… I wouldn’t.” He sniffles and you lean your head in his shoulder in an attempt to give him comfort.

He presses a kiss to your hair before he looks back at the boys. “I wouldn’t have all this if you two hadn’t stuck your necks out on the line for me. If you two hadn’t kept looking for me.”

“Buck, you built this life all on your own.” Steve says gently.

Bucky shakes his head fondly. “I know that, punk. I got the girl and the house and the babies all on my own. But I wouldn’t have even had the chance without you two so…” He trails off before looking back down at the babies you two held in your arms.

“Can I take a picture?” Sam asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You two nod excitedly and look up at the camera with tired but thrilled smiles. “Beautiful family, Buck. You two should be proud.”

“Oh, Steve, grab a nurse or someone in the hallway please!” You plead. “I want a picture of all of us!” He obliges without a fight. although you’re sure right now nobody would pick a fight or say no to you.

One of your nurses comes back in with him. “Okay! Just a couple pictures then I gotta kick you two out. Mama needs her rest.”

You all nod in acceptance as Steve and Sam come to stand on either side of you and Bucky. “One...Two...Three!” She snaps the picture and turns the phone around to show you.

Your heart all but jumps out of your chest at how sweet it looks. “I love it. Thank you.” She hands the phone back to Sam and ushers the two men out. Sam calling over his shoulder, “We’ll come back tomorrow!”

You and Bucky laugh. “My heart is so full right now.” You whisper.

“I love you, pretty girl.” Bucky whispers in response. “I love our family.” You can’t do anything but nod. “I love you too. I love our family.”

The two of you sit in silence as you bask in the glow of your family.

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notes // i really enjoyed writing this. it’s so happy & made me so happy. thank you to the anon who requested it! i really hope you all enjoyed this because it’s probably one of my favorite pieces now.

if you did enjoy it, replies & reblogs are greatly appreciated 💞

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes onshot #bucky barnes one shot

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Twin Bond

Summary: Kai talks to Noah.

A.N. Hey its been a min, I have missed writing for the twins so I decided to do one where I focused on Kai. I know it’s missing a lot of Auston and Amelia but I felt like this was an important piece to write. I also have another piece that I almost finished and I hope to have that posted soon!

Word Count:1,768

Masterlist

Heavily Relates to It’ll be Okay

“You know you're going to have to invite him over for dinner at some point. You might as well just bite the bullet and do it now,” Mom said as she took the potatoes out of the oven to spread some extra seasoning.

I took a deep breath as I stood at the counter chopping up the chicken.

“He hasn’t even come out to his parents,” I told her carefully as I moved the chicken to a bowl.

“Alright, well are you at least going to come out to Noah and the rest of your siblings?” she questioned starting to season the chicken.

“I didn’t agree to help make dinner so you could ask me twenty questions,” I muttered. She let out a sigh of her own nodding her head.

“I just think it’s important for you to tell the rest of the family. Especially Noah, it’s not like you guys to have secrets,” she pointed out. It was the truth, Noah and I never had secrets but this was something I had been debating on telling him for awhile.

“I know,” I mumbled, not having anything else to say.

“How’s it going?” Noah said, walking into the kitchen and over to the fridge to fill his cup with water. Mom shot me a look causing me to quickly look down to the cutting board.

“Sorry, am I interrupting? He asked after a moment of silence.

“No of course not sweetie we were just talking,” mom answered when I didn’t offer an answer. Noah looked between us weirdly before obnoxiously shrugging his shoulders and making his way over to the stairs.

Ever since I had come out to my parents things had gotten pretty weird between Noah and I. I hadn't expected to get caught sneaking out when I went to visit my boyfriend so of course after my talk with my parents he had a million different questions. I refused to answer any of them and he got really mad with me. Since then nothing has been normal.

“I’m just saying he'll understand, you should tell him. Now go while I finish dinner,” she said, walking over to me and gently pushing me away from the cutting board.

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“I’m serious,” I wined leaning into his chest and wrapping my arms around him.

“I know babe,” he said laughing. His arms reached up to pull my body more onto his.

“I just feel like if I don’t tell Noah then he’s going to keep noticing that I’m keeping things from him and then he's never going to forgive me when I tell him the truth.”

“So then just tell him the truth.”

“Babe,” I whined again wishing he would just understand my dilemma. He let out a laugh as he rubbed his hand up and down my back reassuringly.

“You know I can’t because then he'll want to know who and he's a hockey player, what if he’s a total dick,” I said, coming up with different excuses as to why I couldn’t tell my brother the truth about us.

“Aren’t you a hockey player?” he questioned. I huffed annoyed burying my face deeper into his chest.

“Only sometimes.”

“Seriously Kai. Just tell Noah if he asks questions, answer them however you want to. You don’t owe him any more than that.”

“But what if I want to tell him more,” I admitted, pulling back to look into his deep blue eyes. A soft smile crossed his lips as he leaned towards me so he could place a kiss on my cheek.

“Then tell him more,” he paused letting out a soft sigh, “I’ve been thinking about coming out to my parents,” he admitted. I let out a surprised sound escape my lips as I stared at my boyfriend.

“What? Since when?” I questioned. I was honestly shocked by this. When I had told him I was going to come out he had been against the idea.

“Since I saw how well it worked out for you. Seeing your dad’s reaction,” he admitted bashfully. I leaned forward so I could press a deep kiss to his lips.

“We can do it together.”

“No, I want to do this on my own. You come out to your brother though,” he replied before pulling me into another kiss.

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I let out a deep breath as I shook my limbs out. Okay Kai you got this. I reached up and knocked on the door twice.

“Noah,” I called, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

I pushed the door open to see Noah laying in his bed watching tv. I walked over and debated sitting in the bed before glancing at the desk chair.

“C’mere,” he said, scooting over in his bed and creating a free space next to him. I did as told and climbed in next to him. He had gotten home from hockey about an hour ago and I could tell that he was feeling pretty tired.

“How was practice?” I questioned as I leaned back against the headboard.

“Fine, but Charlie was late to practice and all of us had to do suicides,” he said, stretching his legs out. I winiched in sympathy knowing how terrible suicides were on the ice and also knowing it was my fault that Charlie was late.

“That sucks man.”

I bit my lip as I thought about what to say next.

“Remember when I snuck out?”

“What like a month ago?” he questioned. I nodded my head.

“What about it?”

“I snuck out to hang out with my boyfriend,” I said before snapping my mouth shut. I felt the air around us grow tense as I awaited for my brother's response. After a moment of silence I finally braved it and turned to face him. He was staring at me already.

“Your boyfriend?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. I felt myself wanting to crawl away and hide but I knew I couldn't do that so instead I took a deep breath as I nodded my head.

“Yeah. I told mom and dad that night which is why my punishment wasn’t that harsh,” I told him as I looked down at my fiddling hands in my lap. Noah had been pretty livid when he heard about how light my punishment was compared to his normal punishment. When he didn’t go to say anything he finally got the hint.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, sounding hurt. I looked away from my hands to see the frown on his face. I let out a soft sigh.

“I wasn’t sure how you’d react,” I admitted out loud. It wasn’t something that I had wanted to say but I knew I needed to get it off my chest.

“You’re the most typical hockey dude I’ve ever met.”

Noah let out an offended noise as he turned to face me.

“That’s so rude. I'm not a robot dude and you're like my favorite person in the world. How could you ever think I would react badly?”

“I didn’t think you would. I just wasn’t sure how you would react. Plus my boyfriend didn’t want to come out so there was no reason to even come out.”

“But now he wants to come out?”

“What?” I was confused as to why he was asking me that.

“You just said my boyfriend didn’t want to come out. Does he want to now?” he questioned. I glanced at my phone to see my last message.

Baby:

U got this! Call me when ur done.

Followed with a ton of emojis.

“Sort of.” I said. “When I told Ma and Papi he didn’t want to but after seeing and hearing their reactions he was a little more on board,” I admitted as I ran my hand through my hair.

“I wish you had told me before them,” he said softly.

“It wasn’t even relevant until lately,” I told him truthfully.

“So who is it?” he questioned.

“What?” I asked.

“Who’s your boyfriend?” he teased softly. I blushed as I looked away.

“Uh,”

“What he say you can’t tell me?” he questioned, raising his eyebrow.

“Sounds like you're the girl in the relationship, '' he joked , letting out a soft laugh. I reached out and smacked his head, shaking my own.

“The whole point of the boy and boy relationship is so that there is no girl in the relationship,” I pointed out matter of factually.

“Oh shut up!” he laughed loudly, “seriously who is it?”

“Charlie.”

“What?” he questioned loudly.

“Marner?” he asked, the shock seeping into his voice.

“Do you know any other Chairlie?” I asked, dead panned. Noah punched my arm before leaning back in shock.

“Wow. Does Pa know?”

I shook my head no as I closed my eyes.

“Your the only person who knows and you can’t say more until Charlie comes out to his parents,” I told him seriously. Noah mimed locking his lips and throwing the key away.

“Seriously Noah he hasn’t come out to anyone. He’s scared so just please don’t do anything to ruin it,” I said softly.

“I promise I wont say anything,” Noah said, reaching his pinky out towards me. My phone buzzed loudly in my lap causing me to look down.

“Ohh is that the boyfriend now?” he asked, elbowing me in the stomach. I blushed bright red as I picked up my phone to look at the three messages Charlie had sent me.

Baby:

My dad just came running into my room saying we need to get a new dog??

Is everything going well w/t Noah?

Do you need reinforcement?

He’s probably pissed about the suicides.

I let out a laugh as I looked up from my phone.

“Yeah he just wants me to call when we're done talking,” I said locking my phone and setting it back on my lap.

Just as I went to respond Ma popped her head in the door.

“Hey boys, your father and I are going to head to bed. Need anything before we go to bed?” she questioned.

“No, we're good,” I answered for us, sending her a smile. She nodded before making her way out and to her room.

“Alright I’m going to go and call him,” I said, pushing myself out of his bed.

“Oh my god!” Noah said once I was standing by the door. I turned around to face him confused.

“You're the reason we had to do suicides today!” he exclaimed, annoyed hopping up from the bed. I let out a loud laugh throwing my head back.

“My bad bro,” I said walking out of his room.

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rafaelblackbird15 · 3 years

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Teen Wolf Fic Recs Part 2: Steter

It took me quite awhile to gather all these together, so please enjoy discovering more parts to the incredible world of Teen Wolf, provided to you by the wonderful writers of our fandom.

Leave comments and kudos for these writers if you can, they really deserve it, they're wonderful. And it's my honour to try and share their creations with tumblr.

These are Steter, Stiles Stilinski/Peter Hale fanfictions. Read them at your will. Check the tags on the actual fics for warnings and such.

I have included links to authors that write a lot of Steter as well, and some of their fics for examples. I'm sorry this post got so long, haha, but enjoy the stories, they're worth it.

If any of the links don't work, just comment and I'll fix it.

Check out my other Sterek fic recs [Part 3] and [Part 4] and Steter fic recs [Part 1]

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Broken Bones and Broken Bonds by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 20148

Chapters: 4/?

Summary:

Stiles kind of wished that he’d at least tried weed before this.

Or something, you know? Maybe taken up a graffiti hobby, or even just skateboarded in front of City Hall often enough to get a citation.

He wished he’d done something to be deserving of the looks people gave him now, rather than just being the recipient of his dead father’s unused power.

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Stigmata by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1661

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He feels so hollow that he almost wonders if he's been turned inside out. This emptiness he feels; is it the vastness of the entire world?

How do you fill a world? With people, he supposes. But his people no longer want him.

He needs people.

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Beefcake Mountain by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 14565

Chapters: 7/7

Summary:

Shortly after moving back to Beacon Hills, the left hand of the Hale Pack opened a text from a mysterious number.

"Is there a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them."

What the f—

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Steter Week 2019 by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

Works: 4

Complete: No

Summary:

There isn't a summary listed so I've included the first fic underneath:

Marvelous Miss and Magnificent Mischief by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

Words: 3346

Chapters: 1/1

also Part 1 of the Magnificent Mischief series

Summary:

“Marvelous Miss and the Magnificent Mischief!” the carnival barker shouted just outside the corridor with all the food tents. “Come see Miss Paige do amazing tricks with her talking raven! He not only speaks, but he jokes! He teases! He philosophizes!”

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Author: twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

This author has a lot of wonderful Steter fics, and their writing of the pairing is really worth having a good look through.

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Blood Runs Cold by Smalls2233 on Archive of Our Own

Words: 111408

Chapters: 22/22

Summary:

“So then why are we letting Scott and Derek search for it if you know it's useless?”

Peter looked down at Stiles and cocked his head with a grin. “Because I think seeing my nephew and your best friend run around like headless chickens while I think up a plan is hysterical.”

“And the plan is…?”

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Trusting Peter Hale is something that Stiles had repeatedly told himself to never do. He had seen first hand the results of Peter's plans and schemes, but when a shadow began tormenting Beacon Hills, he found that sometimes he'd have to to play along with Peter's games.

This story does include a dose of Chris&Stiles interaction about midway and carries on throughout, and then Chris/Peter towards the midend, which also carries on. And it kind of dissolves into Chris/Peter/Stiles. If that's not your taste, that's fine, because the majority of the story is Stiles/Peter, and that majority is really really good Steter.

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No One Listening Tonight by Smalls2233

Words: 6985

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

That left… well it left Peter and only Peter. Relying on Peter for help was only slightly better than stabbing himself through the eye with a hot poker. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

Of course, there was always the option of packing up and letting whatever was trying to destroy the town succeed this time. Stiles snorted under his breath as he thought about how that would probably leave him with fewer injuries than dealing with Peter would. But unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. Stiles knew he needed to head downtown to Peter’s apartment and pray the man was willing to work with him.

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Stiles stumbles into a magical trap forged by a wannabe warlock.

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Author: Smalls2233

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Blue by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3179

Chapters: 2/2

Summary:

Derek brings both Scott and Stiles to the hospital to prove a point about hunters, but Stiles isn’t sure the point he’s getting is the point Derek’s trying to make. Especially when his black and white world explodes into color the moment he looks into Peter Hale’s eyes.

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The Long Way Around by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 15569

Chapters: 3/3

Summary:

When Peter leaves Beacon Hills for good, he expects that to be it for the broken bonds of the last remaining members of the Hale pack. Fate and Stiles Stilinski aren’t of the same opinion.

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Prowl by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3454

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Laura's body is never found, but instead of continuing with his murder spree, Peter gets distracted by the scent of his mate. Stiles gets very distracted by the huge wolf that starts showing up at his house all the time.

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Author: Wynnebat

This author writes some really interesting, deep stories about Steter that are really beautiful.

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your last white lie (everything is not alright) by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 4023

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Stiles says yes, and things go downhill from there.

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reflect by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 569

Chapters: 1/1

Part 1 of the dig your teeth in and tear until you taste (peter/stiles oneshots) series

Summary:

(previously posted to tumblr)

When he dreams, he can sometimes still hear his mother’s voice, explaining it to him: Reflections are the price we pay for what we are.

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sentire by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1027

Chapters: 1/1

Part 2 of the dig your teeth in and tear until you taste (peter/stiles oneshots) series

Summary:

[to feel]

Stiles hears the whisper of death before it strikes.

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Author:

snowdarkred

This author writes some really intense, interesting stories about Peter and Stiles. Not as long as some fics are, but they're really good adaptions of Steter with a lot of feeling.

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The Striking Complication by aurevell on Archive of Our Own

Words: 27235

Chapters: 4/15

Summary:

The smile slips off Stiles’s face. “Hey, um. Why am I here?” he asks, voice unsteady. “I’m—I have this weird feeling like I shouldn’t leave you. I’ve felt all day like...” He can’t finish the thought.

Peter looks as surprised as Stiles feels. A strange expression passes over his face, there and gone before Stiles can decipher it.

Stiles snaps awake each morning with the sense that he’s missing something. Weirder still, he can’t wrap his head around his sudden, inexplicable trust in Peter Hale, who seems to know way more than he’s letting on. Nor can he guess why a half-remembered nightmare seems to haunt his every move.

Rinse and repeat. Because time loops suck, apparently.

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Author: aurevell

This author has 11 Teen Wolf fics under their belt. 5 Sterek and 6 Steter. Happy rummaging!

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the teeth right down to the blood by sazzafraz on Archive of Our Own

Words: 2133

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

‘We’re pretty fucked right now.’ Scott says. Stiles doesn’t speak but there’s something singing in his bones that says Scott got the message anyway. (In which both are bit and things are gruesome.)

This has a sprinkling of Scott/Stiles, Scott/Stiles/Peter, and Scott/Allison as well as Steter, but it's worth the read, a good story with an interesting concept.

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Author: sazzafraz

This author doesn't have that many Steter stories, although they do have a few. Although they do have some pretty lengthy Teen Wolf fics about other characters of the show.

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Everything goes (wow) by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 8215

Chapters: 5/5

Part 1 of the Aranea & Babewolf series

Summary:

It was supposed to go like this:

1. Peter summons demon to the circle.

2. Demon remains in said circle until Peter outlines their contract.

3. Demon agrees to elegantly crafted contract, becoming loyally bound to Peter and Peter alone.

Instead, the creature steps casually out of the circle, tosses its things onto the leather sofa, and starts immediately meddling in Peter’s immaculate space, touching all of Peter’s very expensive things.

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It's only by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 2905

Chapters: 3/5

Part 2 of the Aranea & Babewolf series

Summary:

“Darling, please don’t pout.”

“You’re pouting.” Stiles pouts, from the upper corner of the library, everything from his hip bones down an angry mass of hissing fangs and venomous chelicerae. “Why would we ever go back to that garbage town? Everyone there is the worst, the only good thing is the very rad and awesome curse I laid.”

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You are a memory by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 900

Chapters: 1/1

Part 2 of the Little glimpse series

Summary:

If he has to bleed to breathe warmth back into Peter’s icy body, he will.

Because Peter’s done the same for him.

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Author: midmorning_bomb

This author has 16 Steter fics. A little unfriendly to some of the other characters, but it's only kind of obvious because it's not subtle about it, and not exactly underserved. Has some really interesting ideas as well as some kind, well developed Steter. Definitely have a read through.

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Doom At Your Service Analysis & Theories (EPs 1-6)

Hello Readers, its been awhile since I've posted anything! Sorry, no kdramas had piqued my interest to do so until recently. So what drama made me want to write again? DOOM AT YOUR SERVICE that's what! Now if you're keenly familiarized with all of my other posts, you know I like to think deeply about stuff as well as develop theories that are usually correct. So if you want to think critically or gain a better sense of understanding of DAYS then please feel free to read on. Otherwise, thanks for stopping by and reading this intro!

Pinocchio + DAYS + How It Ends

There was an Easter egg that was dropped in Ep 2 that may be highly relevant to DAYS. So what was this Easter egg? It's the book, "Pinocchio"! For those who don't know what the story of Pinocchio is about, there's a lovely thing called google! The characters of DAYS are very much similar to the characters in the story of Pinocchio with Myul Mang as Pinocchio, Dong Kyung as Geppetto, and the Goddess as the Blue Fairy.

In Ep 1, Dong Kyung was seen wishing upon a star which was similar to how in Disney’s Pinocchio, Geppetto was seen wishing upon a star. Though their wishes were different, both brought them Myul Mang and Pinocchio respectively.

Now in the book version, "Adventures of Pinocchio", Pinocchio is seen as a mischievous boy whom at first doesn't really care for anyone but himself. The most distinctive feature of Pinocchio is his nose which tends to grow the more he lies. Sounds pretty similar to Myul Mang right? Let's be real here, Myul Mang lies a lot and if he had a nose which grew when he told a lie, his nose would probably be longer than Pinocchio's.

The Blue Fairy in the "Adventures of Pinocchio" is seen as a motherly figure to Pinocchio. At times she can be somewhat cruel to Pinocchio, but she does so in order to teach him life lessons that would help him grow. The Fairy also liked to test Pinocchio's character development. For example, in one chapter she pretends to dead to see if Pinocchio was capable of feeling remorse. I think this is probably what happened in DAYS too. At the time of the Goddess's death, Myul Mang probably wasn't aware that the Goddess was capable of being reborn so he probably thought she was like dead dead. I got to say though that this is a pretty cruel joke!

The tale of Pinocchio is also one about metamorphosis (hint hint like a butterfly) where Pinocchio is transformed from a puppet into a real boy/human. His journey to becoming human isn't particularly easy. He had to suffer a bunch along the way. However, it is through suffering Pinocchio is able to grow.

The redemption of Pinocchio is through his love for Geppetto. The love that he feels for Geppetto makes him want to become a better person and so the Fairy rewards Pinocchio by making him a human as well as curing an ailing Geppetto.

Simply put, I think a similar thing is going to happen Myul Mang. Like Pinocchio, Myul Mang will end up becoming human. And if Dong Kyung doesn't use her one wish to cure her brain cancer, I'm pretty sure the Goddess will end up curing her.

Side note, DAYS including a clip of Lee Yeon from "Tale Of The Nine Tailed" wasn't just to help Dong Kyung figure out how to fall for a supernatural being, but it was hinting at how DAYS is going to end. For those who haven't watched TOTNT, Lee Yeon ends up becoming human. The motivation for why Lee Yeon wants to become human is so that he can live at the same time as the love of his life and not more. To Lee Yeon, a life without his love is not really living, it's more or less just existing.

The Flower Pot + Marble

Some have been wondering what exactly the Goddess is growing? I think it can be one of two things. Plants in the so called garden are representative of humans. The Goddess says it's her first time growing this particular plant and she doesn't know how it'll turn out or if it will even grow at all. So what if the plant is a human Myul Mang. As Myul Mang becomes more human, the more the plant will grow. Some of you might ask what does it mean to be human. It's a loaded question. To be human is to have dreams, passions, empathy, compassion, and to feel a wide variety of other emotions such as pain, hope, and love. To be human also means to accept that we are flawed.

Secondly, the plant could be representative of the love between a supernatural being and a human aka Myul Mang and Dong Kyung. Among the things Myul Mang and Dong Kyung have in common is that they're people who are just simply existing. It is through their budding romance (pun intended) that gives both Myul Mang and Dong Kyung a sense of what it means to be alive or to live.

Now if there's anything we've learned from "The King Eternal Monarch" (TKEM), its that when deities give "gifts" its not because they're being nice. Rather its because they have some sort of ulterior motive. In the case of TKEM, the deity had given Tae Eul a "gift" to help her, but in reality, he gave it to her so that she could help him "restore balance". Similarly, I think this is what the Goddess in DAYS is trying to do when giving Dong Kyung this supposed "gift". Instead of restoring balance, the deity in DAYS is seeking prevent it from becoming unbalanced. A world that is without death/destruction would be unbalanced. Think about it this way, imagine a world where only good things happen. Do you think it would be truly wonderful? I don't. It is only through the bad things that occur in our lives that we are able to gain a deeper sense of appreciation for all the good things that happen. Along with trying to prevent Myul Mang from dissappearing, the Goddess is also trying to prevent the destruction of the world. Therefore, one of the ways this can happen is by influencing Dong Kyung who indirectly affects Myul Mang. Maybe the act of Dong Kyung giving the marble to Myul Mang will elicit some sort of positive emotion in him that furthers their relationship or it can give him a reason to want to live. Small acts of kindness can sometimes have the biggest impacts.

Now the marble may not serve any larger purpose than to symbolize that the fate of the world is literally in Dong Kyung's hands. After all the marble kinda looks like the world right? Other things worth mentioning is that the marble costs $0.50 and the marble is 50% clear and 50% blue which probably represents a 50% chance the world is destroyed and a 50% chance the world isn't going to be destroyed.

Computer Jargon and What A Reset Means

Most interpreted the kiss scene as Myul Mang being forcibly removed by the Goddess. However, I took that scene as Myul Mang being frighten by his own emotions for Dong Kyung and deciding to run away. The Goddess being the omniscient being that she is decides this won’t do. Therefore, she decides to "reset" Myul Mang.

Let's get some things straight, to reset a system means to clear any pending errors or events as to return a system to its normal condition or initial state. In other words, a reset returns a system to a previously functional state before an error had occurred. Now apply lets apply this concept to Myul Mang. At one point or another, Myul Mang used to being a kind and caring person who had not alienated himself from people. Something must've happened to him that caused him to essentially "malfunction". More broadly, to effectively reset a person to who they used to be, they must be taken back to past so that they can deal with the traumatizing event in order to be "functional" again. Side note, anyone getting else getting "A Christmas Carol" and Ghost of Christmas Past vibes?

Based off of EP 7 preview, we see that Myul Mang is taken back to the time when Dong Kyung's parents had died. So how is this all connected? Maybe Myul Mang probably had played a direct role in Dong Kyung's parents deaths. In turn, their deaths may had a very pronounced effect on him to the extent where he was willing to forgo any ounce of humanity that was left in him. This leads me to wonder, did he have some sort of friendship with Dong Kyung's parents? After all, he did go out of his way to erase past memories of himself from Dong Kyung's childhood memories. I've got to say though that if I were him and I knew I had directly caused the death of my girlfriend's parents, I would feel incredibly guilty and feel I wouldn't be able to properly give my girlfriend the love she deserves. However, if it were that I had accidentally or unintentionally caused their deaths then that's a different story. At that point, I would try to forgive myself so that I can be a better person for my girlfriend. I think that's the real purpose of the Goddess's reset. Maybe she wants Myul Mang to relive past traumatic events so that he can learn to forgive himself and be the person he used to be (a person that is capable of love and unafraid of loving things that can disappear).

However, I think the Goddess’s plan doesn’t go as expected. Instead of really dealing with the painful moments in his past and growing from them, he reverts to his old coping mechanisms which is to avoid and isolate. Myul Mang just basically missed the point of what the Goddess was trying to teach him.

Other Random Thoughts

The Goddess basically said that both her and Myul Mang are slaves to the desires and wishes of humans. So the sequence of events could go that Dong Kyung uses her only wish to not have brain cancer. Then in a dramatic fashion Dong Kyung will call out to the Goddess to make Myul Mang be reborn as a human. World exists, Dong Kyung's fate is changed, and Myul Mang lives. Seems happy right? The only problem with all of this is if he's reborn as a human, who will take over his old job? Who knows...maybe the Goddess can create another herald of doom.

Anyways thanks for reading this post! I'll be making another one next week once EPs 7-8 air!

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