#winter asks to sleep w them after a nightmare

[notsomeloncholy]

Nothing really beats snuggs with mama and da

[junicult]

!! the bachelors as fathers

contains ; sfw! sooo much fluff. fem!farmer. unnamed child. established relationships — marriage. your child is implied to be around kindergarten age. men that are good w kids hehehe. not proofread / slightly rushed in some parts. i’ll edit it later LOL.

note ; i get asks on this topic at least twice a week. i’m finally caving. here’s my birthday gift to you <3

harvey.

- he was honestly made to be a father.

- despite his taller stature, there was something about him that felt so comforting.

- if a child had walked up to him all alone, sobbing with snot down their nose, he didn’t hesitate to kneel and help them find their parent.

- soothing them, grabbing their hand and asking questions to calm them down.

- no, it wasn’t a daily occurrence but it’s definitely happened to him a couple times. and each and every time he was able to help them relax, and easily reunited them with whomever their guardian was.

- he’s good with kids. always has been.

- he probably even had a babysitting job every now and then when he was younger.

- there’s was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to have his own when he grew up. and when you just so happened to stumble into his life, marrying him with the same ideals…well.

- you obviously knew he wanted kids before you got married.

- and when you realized you wanted him to be the father of your child; was another one of those instances where you got to see just how good he was with them.

- hearing how sweet he’s always been to vincent during his doctor visits, especially when the boy was younger.

- he’s a girl dad. say what you will, but he is.

- he’ll sit at the unbelievably tiny table, cramped in the tiny chair with his knees up to his chest while he tips back the empty teacup and his pinky in the air.

- he’ll even wear the tiara.

- zero complaints.

- you and his daughter would literally be the most important things in the entire world to him. he’d do anything for you two.

- like…ugh. oh my god.

- sometimes you’d come home late, and you’d walk down the hall to hear his gentle voice animatedly in your daughters dark bedroom.

- and you’d peek in, and there he was sitting at the end of her bed, quietly reading while she sleepily listens all tucked in.

- or even times when you’d wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, confused.

- so you’d walk out to go find him, having no clue where the hell he was so you check your daughters bedroom,

- and well, there he is. long ass limbs tucked and haphazardly strewn about to make room for your daughter who lays next to him sleeping peacefully in her toddler bed.

- he’s not asleep (obviously), but he lays with his eyes closed until you gently creak the floorboard.

- “she had a nightmare.” is all he says, and it’s enough to make you smile.

- even though he’s already so health conscious…it only grows after you have a child.

- “did you brush your teeth? make sure to get the gums.” “a balanced breakfast is the perfect way to start the day!” he sounds like a elementary classroom poster.

- the minute someone in the house sniffles…he’s checking everyone’s temperature.

- during the winter, he’s at the door wrapping your daughter in multiple puffy coats, scarves, earmuffs, gloves, before letting her step outside.

- you’re not off the hook either, but you never bundle up the way he wishes you would.

- “why doesn’t mommy have to wear this?” she pouts while he’s helping her in her thick boots.

- “why don’t you ask her that?😊” (he’s instigating.)

- i’m telling you, girl dad.

sam.

- his own kids weren’t on his radar when you guys first started dating.

- but he’s always liked them. especially when vincent was born.

- he was that lowkey irresponsible but very responsible older brother.

- like, he’d be in his teens telling his very impressionable younger brother to say bad words and then would act shocked when he got in trouble for saying them.

- but when it came to being the oldest man in the house while their dad was away, he really showed maturity in helping jodi and being there for them.

- and while you both established a committed relationship, that one day you’d want to be married and have kids—he idealized it a bit more.

- but then again, it was still one of those things you both needed to really think and talk about before you even acted on it, especially since you got married young.

- lol i feel like jodi or marnie forced u guys to watch jas and vincent for a weekend once.

- and after how well it went, that was kinda when it clicked that you guys were ready.

- he’s both a girl dad and a boy dad.

- he’d literally jump for joy for either outcomes. he was just excited to finally be a dad after years of daydreaming of it.

- as much as i don’t wanna say it, i still feel like he’d be much better at the fun stuff then the parenting stuff.

- i just think it’s bc he thinks with his heart more then his head, and when his child is sad and pouting, he’s too sympathetic to hold his ground.

- he wouldn’t leave it all for you to do, but he’d definitely be worse at scolding if you aren’t by his side.

- like, she colored all over the walls or something. his initial reaction would be to freak out and find a way to clean it before you’d find out (he doesn’t wanna add more work to your busy day), but then he’d scold.

- “no, don’t do that. wall, bad. paper, good. understand? nod if you understand,” …well he’s trying.

- then you’d come home to see him scrubbing the walls while your child blissfully doodles in her coloring book on the floor beside him.

- if he had a son, he’d have a little bit of practice from those few years where he babysat vince.

- lol, there’s a lot of features your son would inherit between the two of you.

- but personality wise…your son is definitely a mini-sam.

- and imagine one day, it’s the early stages of spring so sam’s typical allergies start to act up.

- you’ve always known how to handle him when he gets really sick. but picture your red-nosed, leaky-eyed husband standing behind you while you rummage through the medicine cabinet,

- and all of a sudden you hear a familiar sniffle from down the hall.

- you just freeze, slowly turning to face sam who’s making the same face that you are. until he starts to laugh.

- yeah. so now here you are, both of your boys snuggled in bed with the same sickly look, mumbling about how grateful they are that you’re there to care for them.

- and here’s the thing. if your son is sam’s mini-me…then i can assure you you’re stuck with two of the clingiest boys by your side.

shane.

- he never really thought he’d get a loving, happy family of his own.

- but he definitely daydreamed of it in times when he really just wanted an escape.

- he was always the best with jas.

- he doesn’t necessarily treat her like his daughter. but it’s not like she gives him any reason to.

- he doesn’t treat her like a child, per say. just kind of like another person. probably bc of their trauma bond lol

- he cares for her like an older brother cares for his little sister.

- so even though he has jas in his life, someone he cares for so strongly, he still doesn’t think of himself as being a good father.

- when he met you though, and you were so reassuring and sweet, that thought definitely changed.

- it went from him seeing a life alone, to pondering a family of his own.

- when he finally had the motivation to clean himself up, it approached a couple years since he’s been sober and it was definitely in the forefront of his mind to start a family with you.

- i also think of him as a girl dad. i can’t picture him as a boy dad at all not even gonna lie 😭

- like he’d be the kind of dad that would dress as the supporting character in your daughter’s favorite movie for halloween (spirits eve wtvr)

- also the kind of dad that’d join in on tea parties as well, just with the most plain look on his face despite him not minding being there.

- also…let me tell you there would be a whole inside joke swear jar thing in ur house.

- when your daughter was old enough to decipher what words were “good” and “bad,” the swear jar became very important.

- i think it started when you were pregnant.

- “ah fuck, i think i cooked this wrong. damnit.” he’d mumble.

- “we should probably stop saying those before the baby comes.” you hum, and he looks at you all confused.

- “saying what?” bc they’re in his daily vocabulary to the point where he forgets they’re “inappropriate.”

- so there came the swear jar. and every now and then it’d be a little inside joke when he swore, you’d look at him like, “drop a dollar in the jar😁”

- and when you’d say one, he was so petty matching your exact tone and smile.

- your daughter just grew up with it. it became an even bigger inside joke when you were all sitting at the kitchen table one night, he leans in to take a bite of food and, “shit! that’s hot.”

- before you even said anything your daughter smiles exactly like you would, “that’s a dollar in the swear jar, daddy.”

- ur both STUNNED. and also very proud in a sense.

- you just burst out laughing while he tries to think of a counter, but really, he’s too amused to even say anything back (thus drops a dollar in the jar!)

- 😓😓he’d be the sweetest when it came to his daughter all sad about something.

- no matter what it was. even if she as much as scrapes her knee, he would be so affectionate.

- he’s not the “walk it off” kind of dad.

- if she came to him sobbing, he’d immediately calm her down by picking her up and propping her on the couch, searching for the stuff you use for wounds in the cabinets.

- “it’s okay, you’re okay. it was just a little scrape, you won’t even feel it tomorrow.”

- and he’s wiping her tears, pressing a kiss to her forehead before going into the freezer and getting her ice cream (before dinner😨) saying, “don’t tell mommy, okay?”

- although you try finish up work early enough to tuck your daughter in bed, sometimes you end up running late.

- so uh…shane sometimes forgets to put her to bed, and of course she’s not gonna say anything!!! bedtime is a child’s worst nightmare!

- and usually when that happens, you’d end up coming home to the sight of the two of them, knocked out sharing the same blanket on the couch, cuddled up together while the tv’s still on.

- and when that happens, well, you find it a little hard to take that sight away.

sebastian.

- girl dad. sorry i just had to start with it.

- maybe i could see him with a son, but honestly…no i can’t.

- but i’m not gonna lie to you,

- for a while i feel like he didn’t want kids. not really at least.

- he’d think about them and it was always a nice idea, until he really thought about it and all the mess that babies come with lol.

- plus at the point in his life when you two met, he just wasn’t ready. for a while at least.

- when you talked about it, the topic of children was only on the table. you knew you wanted them, just not yet.

- it took a good handful of years before you actively started trying.

- even though he was prepared during your pregnancy, i feel like it didn’t hit him he was a father until after ur baby was born.

- he fell in love. swear.

- like…that tiny, wrinkly little lump was his. he helped make that. and not only was it his but it was also the woman he loves’.

- it took him a while to get into the system of it all when it came to caring for the baby. i’m talking changing diapers, feeding, burping, things like that.

- but when he was left alone with her, he was kinda in his own little world. he could hold her all day and never get tired.

- and that was a concept so crazy to him bc he didn’t get that kind of love from a father growing up.

- which is exactly why i feel like he’d actually be such a great dad.

- he could be stern when he needed to be, but never strict.

- “eat your greens,” kinda dad LMAO. especially if you were the one to make them.

- when she’d come up to him with the messiest doodle of your little family on a piece of paper, he’d think of it as a masterpiece.

- he’s not very expressive tho LOL like he’d look at the drawing and only smile, a little “thank you,” in a sweet tone.

- that’s just how he is lol. on the inside he’s sobbing.

- it would always end up on the fridge.

- he spends a lot of time at home.

- which results in a lot of time he spends with your daughter, even while he’s doing his own thing on his computer working.

- but nearly every day he was greeted with a, “daddy, can we go somewhere? what’s mommy doing?” and depending on where you were, he’d help get her shoes on and take her out on a walk to go find you.

- she got her outdoorsy side from you, that’s for sure. but because she needs a guardian, he’s gotten much more used to being outside.

- it was often you’d be working on your crops outside, wiping sweat from your forehead & turn around to your daughter eagerly wanting to help.

- now, this is not to say that your relationship w sebastian was poor before you had your daughter, i’m not saying that at all,

- but because of her adventurous personality, and clinginess to the both of you—your bond grew even more.

- “she wanted to see you.” he’d sheepishly smile, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead while you both turn and watch her feed the chickens.

- “didn’t you have that website to finish?”

- “…okay i wanted to see you too.”

alex.

- absolutely wanted a family. holy shit there’s zero doubt in my mind.

- he’s kinda wanted a more traditional household, probably based on the ideals he grew up with.

- but he absolutely didn’t mind you being the breadwinner. he honestly enjoyed it much more.

- he’d spend hours daydreaming about living on the farm with you. carrying one child on his shoulders and holding the other’s hand while guiding them around the town’s fair.

- and lowkey, i feel like one of his favorite topics of conversation was discussing how your children would be raised lol

- talking in bed at night like, “i think our son would be a gridball fan. maybe even grow up to be a player himself.” while he sighs longingly.

- which also ties into me believe he’s a boy dad. you know he is.

- i definitely feel like he’d have a boy and a girl. it’s his dream.

- he’d be fine with two boys or two girls but when he daydreamed about his future, it was always you, your son & your daughter.

- it’s just once again the traditional picture of a household and even though i don’t really think he’s that old fashioned after he met you, i still believe he’d want 2 kids.

- he would seriously daydream it all the time. the months of your pregnancy, when you found out it was a boy he really saw his future fitting like a puzzle piece.

- after a couple years, your son (who may i add was literally his mini-me) got a bit older, you both discussed it was time for another.

- and when you found out it was a girl…god. i definitely think he cried, disagree all you want.

- he’s such a caring dad. i believe he wants the best for his children, and he knows what it was like to be neglected so i can never imagine him being like that.

- first of all, you already know every single day of the summer he’s bringing them down to the beach.

- packing a bag, (that takes him halfway through the day before he realized he forgot towels) propping up beach chairs & an umbrella for shade.

- he’s never opposed to a good sand castle. especially when he remembers to bring the little molds that help with the foundation.

- kneels in the shallow end, standing close to his kids when they want to swim.

- and he’s always a fan of recapping it with you at the end of the day.

- “tell mommy what you found at the beach,” he ushers, bouncing your daughter on his hip while your son eagerly begins.

- i feel like after having children, not only is he a good dad, but he becomes an even better husband to you.

- he just loves how hard you work for him and your family, so you can bet on mother’s day, or your birthday, he’ll be all about making it special for you.

- all of them wake up earlier then you, making breakfast (well, watching him make breakfast) before they put it all on a plate and deliver it to you in bed.

- ur the kind of parents that other parents are jealous of, y’know?

- he’s just so in love with you, and the kids you made. it makes him love you even more.

elliott.

- he’s always wanted kids. he would find himself daydreaming, even when he was in his early twenties, about one day raising a child with the person he loves.

- when he met you was the start of his writing career.

- at that point, it was a little underwhelming, which was the perfect opportunity to get start a relationship with you.

- you were both fairly busy, but the thing about his job was he could lounge in your cottage while you were off working,

- and when you were able to spare a few minutes, you could stop in and see him.

- while your relationship progressed, you began the discussion of getting married and having children one day.

- it just so happened to be right when his career was taking off when you finally settled into your lives together.

- which postponed trying for a little while, but eventually you were able to.

- lol, i’m gonna say it;

- without a DOUBT a girl dad.

- oh my god he would daydream of having a little you running around, tuft red hair with your sweet smile.

- and with how melodramatic he is, imagine that projected onto your daughter LMAO.

- if you couldn’t find him in his typical writing room sometimes, all u had to do was walk to your daughters room where he propped up his own little desk.

- just so he could be near her.

- he also is just entranced at all times, he loves holding her, just looking at her.

- he’s extremely helpful.

- for the most part, he was always immediate to react if your newborn needed something. the second she’s cry, he was up on his feet telling you to stay put.

- he’s just very understanding with how busy you are, and he never minded spending more time with his daughter.

- if it was the middle of the night, and she needed something, he’d always shake his head to you pushing off your blankets, whispering, “i got it, my love. go back to sleep, i’m sure she’s fine.”

- especially on days where he knows you’re particularly stressed, he’s not letting you lift a finger.

- anyways, it carried on when your daughter got older, too.

- she’d walk in all, “mommy, i threw up,” & he was on his feet to help before you even registered what happened.

- he’s just always been fantastic help.

- one of his favorite things to do is read to her.

- similar to harvey, except ten times more.

- he’s acting out each part, using different voices for different characters, making a grand show of it all just to hear his daughter giggle.

- it’s become a habit every night, and since you’re typically busy most evenings, it’s often you’ll come in to find him mid-storytelling.

- even if you intend on reading to her, you always end up stopping to let him finish. he’s so entertaining with it that even you’re interested in this plot line for 2 year olds.

- he’ll never skip this routine.

- and when he kisses her goodnight, he tucks her in, pushes her hair from her forehead and bends down to plant a soft kiss.

- “goodnight, sweetheart. sweet dreams.” he always says.

- he’s gentle with you, he’s even gentler with her.

[7ndipity]

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[squeakadeeks]

🥑🍊 sorry about the concussion!! Having recently recovered from one early in the winter… stay off electronics and screens as best you can (will hurt ya head worse!) (not that I’m… encouraging by sending oc asks LOLOLOLOL I am just very excited about your ocs lol That meme of marge Simpson going “I just think they’re neat!” Is me w ur oc lore)

hope you recover fast!

SORRY FOR THE DELAY ON THIS im already bad about responding to things but then as one would imagine, Concussion Job really threw a wrench into things. at this point, its significantly better. I'm still having a few ripples of the Bonk Effect, but no worries since the electronics thing was a losing battle haha.

🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

In Delta, after Rhea leaves the little Raken trio group to find her own solution to the whole "everyone is going to go to sleep forever" problem, Rem goes fully off his rocker and commits to this evil nightmare caricature. in the moment everyone is like "hey dude. i dont think this is a great way to cope with the situation at hand and its kind of weird and objectively making things worse" but at this point he refused to write a prenup the way he was so committed to the bit.

🍊 [ORANGE] Does your OC have a prophecy surrounding them? If they don’t, what would it be?

I actually try really really hard to avoid things like prophecies and "chosen one" type narratives bc its not my jam. but!! fun fact, way back in the day, Alliacea was a prophecy story. Like when Mansoa landed on the island, she found ruins that fortold what was coming. It didnt really make sense and was pretty goofy, I just wanted to draw cool rocks. I have now learned I can draw cool rocks without them being precognizant. also fun fact 2, this was also from the version of the story where Pacific straight up murked people for power. At one point in time he was literally a homicidal in a 'lord of the flies' style character, and now he cries if someone looks at him too long and spends all his time with cute tropical fish.

[bellamyblake]

Tug

Part two of the Sway series

This time I was inspired to write for the prompt word ‘Tug’ so I did cute dad!Bellamy with some smutty Bellarke!

Hope you like it! I’ll put the link in reblog!

Bellamy woke up with a start when he felt someone tugging him by the back of his shirt.

He grunted a little when he realized his knee was still throbbing, opened his eyes lazily and the first thing he saw was Clarke curled up on herself, asleep just by his side, which of course made him smile.

The dark circles under her eyes from her lack of sleep lately because their four-month-old daughter Cassie kept waking them up in the middle of the night, made him furrow his eyebrows, though.

He had almost forgotten about the reason why he woke up when he felt the tug again.

“Dada-” Gus’ tiny scared whisper made him roll over and find his four year old son staring up at him with his big beautiful brown eyes and the most worried expression on his face.

He looked adorable, dressed in his little space PJs that he and Miller had dug out from a bunker a few months back and his hair was a frizzled curly mess, similar to his. From the moment he was born, Clarke always said he was a spitting image of his dad but Bellamy often argued that Gus may look like him but he was all Clarke-soft, nurturing and sometimes very, very stubborn.

He was also cute as hell and he was using this to his advantage.

“What’s up, little wolf?” Bellamy asked using his nickname for Gus but keeping his voice low, so they wouldn’t wake Clarke.

“I had a nightmare. Can I sweep here with you, mama and Cassie?” Bellamy sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly.

This has been happening a lot lately and it was in a big way, Bellamy’s fault, partly because he hadn’t constructed the cabin the right way when he built it, not really leaving enough room for both a nursery and a toddler’s place (mostly because he wasn’t sure when they’d get there or how many kids they’d decide to have) and then again because when Gus came crawling to them like this in the middle of the night, begging to sleep between the two of them, Clarke always said no while Bellamy relented and picked him up, pleading her with big eyes as he lay the boy between them.

Of course, she had been right. Clarke was always right.

They’ve been trying to make Gus get used to sleeping on his own from the moment they found out Clarke was pregnant again.

In fact, they had tried to start training him even before that but he ultimately patted to their tiny bedroom and snuck up on his own sometimes, not even waiting for Bellamy to pick him up.

They’ve tried to talk to him lately and explain why he had to sleep in his own room, have his own space and be in his own bed but with Cassie’s arrival, things got even more complicated, again because they didn’t have enough space and had to keep the baby in the room with them, so they could easily pick her up and take care of her when needed.

That made Gus feel left out which broke Bellamy’s heart but he knew that the kid had to learn how to do certain things. It was tough for him because they were busy with Cassie too and he loved his little sister, but Bellamy was sure he must’ve also felt left behind.

It wasn’t easy and they were trying their best but if he had to be honest it was Clarke who stayed at home more with the kids than he was.

They had decided to split their time off work and after Cassie was old enough not to wake up through the night, that Bellamy would be the one staying at home while Clarke went back to her duties as a councilwoman and medic.

It’s what they did with Gus too and what they planned on now but this year had proven to be a lot harder-Clarke’s presence in the chambers was required a lot more than before as a new treaty was being drafted between the clans and they were trying to get more help from some of the grounders that didn’t totally hate them so they could survive the winter and have more food this time around.

She had to leave for Polis once when Cassie was just a few weeks old and then again for TonDC last month.

It killed her and he knew that but she was putting on a brave face.

He was the one who worked all day long for now though, mostly because they were desperate to catch enough game and dry the meat for the winter before the first snow came.

The weather was progressively getting worse but he would go out almost every day with his hunting group that included Miller, Monty, Monroe and occasionally Jasper. They were good at it but it wasn’t the only thing he had to take care of.

Kane had put him on guard duty too and he was also in charge of the wood stocking for the coming months which meant he was physically exhausted from either standing on his feet all day, running in the woods or bending his back chopping woods.

On top of that the knee he broke last winter was making its pain known the moment they got even a scent of chilly breeze and he had started limping around the house and having trouble getting his leg to work early in the morning or late at night.

Something, which again, Clarke hated.

He wasn’t doing enough to help her with the kids and he hated it. Seeing her torn between home and work was taking its toll on her, on top of that Cassie was a particularly loud crier, nothing like Gus as a kid, so that made everything harder.

To take at least a little bit of the burden off her shoulders, he had started bringing Gus to work with him when the kid had days off daycare or after he was done with it. He wanted to give his boy more attention, remembering how he felt left out when Octavia was born and refusing to believe the same thing would happen to his son too.

He loved bonding with Gus and Clarke always got a little calmer when she saw Gus laughing and running after his dad (even if she didn’t approve of all of his shenanigans). He let him ride his horse Hermy (short for Hermes) and come on guard duty with him. They went fishing a few times and built a snowman in the backyard.

Gus adored his dad and saw him as his hero as much as Bellamy didn’t feel like it at all, so every moment he spent with him was the most precious for the boy.

Now he looked at his son and the way he was cllutching on his plush rabbit that Bellamy made him himself, his thumb pushed in his mouth, sucking on it like he always did when he was nervous, his eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Gus, we’ve talked about this, son-” he spoke when he thre the blanket off of him and pushed himself up in a sitting position.

His knee creaked like an old door when he bend it and Bellamy winced but shook his head and looked back on Clarke, making sure she was still asleep.

“Come ‘ere-” he stood up and picked Gus in his arms with the boy immideately snuggling into his dad and resting his cheek on his shoulder “How about we make you some warm milk with herbs, huh?” Gus nodded but remained quiet as his dad took him out of the bedroom and brought him to the small kitchen.

He shook his head and scolded himself mentally when he looked at the cabin again-he hadn’t planned that thoroughly at all and it’d only get tougher when they have more kids, which they’ve talked about but couldn’t settle on four or five. (with Clarke being the one who wanted more than him and him worrying over her own well-being.)

The one thing they both could agree on was how much fun trying for a kid was. They got their horny periods where they simply wouldn’t stop fucking each other. Before Cassie came to be, Clarke joked he always came so hard, she could get pregnant with triplets while he blushed and hid in the crook of her neck.

The one thing that always made Gus calm down after a nightmare was some warm milk with herbs and honey, the way his mama used to make it for him since he was a baby. While he was growing up, Bellamy understood that he was still a kid and needed those soft moments to help him calm down. The last thing he wanted was for Gus to grow up as fast as he had.

When he turned the light on and started taking out the cups and products, their dog Ares, who was asleep in his bed in the corner, woke up with a tiny whimper and got up on his feet.

“It’s just us, big boy.” Bellamy let him know and Gus moved his head,  peaking from behind his dad’s shoulder as he saw Ares trotting by.

They had a special connection, Ares and Gus. The half-wolf dog was attatched to the boy and curled up by his cradle since Gus was born. Gus played with him a lot and Bellamy knew that as long as Ares was there, nothing bad could happen to his son.

Now he licked Gus’ bare feet and Gus giggled after which he buried his head in Bellamy’s leg, letting him know he’s here.

“Dada, Ares limps like you.”

“That’s true, little wolf.”

“Dada, why do you always call me little wolf?”

“You know why, Gus.” Bellamy said softly as he stirred the milk while it was warming up and rocked the baby left and right, swaying him a bit just like he did with Clarke when she was pregnant for the first time, carrying that very same beautiful boy in her womb.

“Please tell Gus the story again.” Gus begged and looked at him with the same pleading eyes as before. Bellamy smilled and ruffled his hair before kissing it softly and focusing on the milk again.

“It was the day your mama and I made you. We were down by the river washing clothes and trying to get cool because it was so hot when on the way back we heard some rustling in the bushes and-”

“You got scared!” Gus finished, after having heard the story a hundreth times but never getting rid of it.

“We did.” Bellamy confirmed and kissed his nose again, making him nuzzle in his chest even more.

“Dada, how did you and mama make me?” that question was a first, though and it made Bellamy blush hard and stumble with his words. Meanwhile Ares, as if feeling up his master’s confusion looked at him tilting his head as if he too wanted to ask “Yeah, master, how did you make the little rascal?”

“Well...uh...we just...loved each other a lot...so we uhh...kissed.”

“You kissed?” Gus asked confused “And mama got me in her belly?”

“Something like that, yeah.” Gus grew pale for a moment and pushed away from his dad, staring at him with new-found worry on his face. “What is it, kiddo?”

“Dada....I kisssed Janie at day care the other day too. Does this mean she got a baby in her belly?” Bellamy couldn’t help but laugh quietly at that and rub Gus’ back softly.

“It doesn’t work like this, Gus. You have to be older and...you have to really love each other and...hug a lot.”

“Oh...okay.” Gus said scratching the back of his head still quite confused “So nothing bad will happen to Janie because we kissed?”

“Not at all. Plus trust me, neither your mom and I nor Janie’s family are ready to become grandparents.” Gus smiled a little and sighed relieved “You never told me you kissed her, though?” he felt like Gus was hiding more stuff from them lately because he didn’t want to bother them and that made Bellamy and Clarke worry a lot.

They found out just last week that Dax’s kid Rex was bullying him and tripping him over when they were playing outside. He never said anything and they only found out cause they saw a big bruise on his forearm and made him talk to them.

“It’s more like...she kissed me.” Gus explains, sighing heavily as if he had the most complicated of love lives. “I didn’t really expect it.”

“Was it good? Did you like it?” Bellamy asks curiously as he finishes up making the milk and pours it in a small cup that was all Gus’ with a cute dog drawn on the outside-yet another one of Miller and his bunker rummaging adventures.

“It was nice. She’s very kind and I like playing with her and dwaling with her.”

“Drawing?” Gus nodded and watched his dad mix the honey and the herbs and stir it with the spoon.

“Keep the story up dada.” he reminded by patting Bellamy’s chest “You heawd the rustling and you went to check it out, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. Your mom was a little annoyed with me for deviating from the road and possibly getting myself in danger-”

“Like you always do.” Gus said “Her words, not mine, dada.” Bellamy rolled his eyes but lifted him up in his arms and grabbed the cup, finally taking them to the table where he carefully sat on the chair and adjusting Gus in his lap before handing him the cup.

“But when I moved the leaves away I saw a little wolf with his left back leg, trapped in a snare-” Ares, upon realizing this story was about him, came closer and curled up by Bellamy’s feet, still rather sleepy. “He was crying and seemed hurt. There was blood on his back and thigh. When I tried to help him, he almost bit me-”

“But why dada?”

“Because he was scared. He didn’t want to hurt me, he just wanted to protect himself.”

“He didn’t know you yet?”

“That’s right. So I took out my knife and cut the snare. He cried out and wanted to run away but couldn’t walk, so I carefully stroked his head and let him sniffle me until he let me pick him up. Your mom came to check him out later and we wrapped him up and took care of him. Then we brought him home and he stayed with us forever.” Bellamy leans over and runs his fingers through Ares’ head as he remembered that day-he had been so tiny but now he was all grown up, at the peak of his youthful life and strength. He had recovered from his wounds but sometimes when he got too tired from running or was feeling sleepy, he limped the same way Bellamy did. It was yet another mutual trait they got.

“By the time you came out of your mama’s belly, Ares had grown up, so he became the big wolf and you, the-”

“Little wolf!” Gus finished excited and almost spilled his milk from enthusiasm.

“That’s right, my boy.” Bellamy touched his nose and kissed his head again. “My brave little wolf.”

“I’m not brave, dada...” Gus said at that and sipped on his milk “I can’t sweep alone and I should...cause I’m a big boy.”

“No-” Bellamy shook his head “That’s not the reason why your mama and I want you to be in your own bed. You can grow but you’ll always be our little boy-” he tickled under his cheek and pulled him up to his face “We just want you to have your own space, your peace. You know your sister’s still too young, she cries a lot and wakes you up when you’re with us. You need your rest and good sleep so you can grow and be healthy, okay?” Gus nodded and pressed his cheek against his dad’s chest “I know it’s hard and a lot has happened in the past few months with Cassie coming in our lives.” Gus shrugged “It probably makes you feel left out.”

“Not left out...just...different.” Gus says “It’s hard to expwain.”

“Try.” Bellamy begged by taking his little foot in his hand and rubbing it softly. The kid was getting sleepy again, he could tell by the way his eyelids were drooping, but he wasn’t there yet.

“I...don’t want you to get angwy, dada.” he said and peaked up at him briefly.

That made Bellamy wince a little, hating himself for making his kid think that he could ever get mad at him for something like this.

“Gus...listen to me, son. I never would get angry about the way you feel, okay?” Gus nodded but he wasn’t too sure so Bellamy kept rubbing his back softly “Talk to me, little wolf. Please.” Gus sighed but picked up his dad’s hand that was thrown over his middle and played with his fingers like he did when he was a baby.

“I just miss when mama you and I would go on walks on Sunday...I miss pwaying with the leaves in the backyard...and swinging. I love being with you, dada but I want us all together...mama, you, Cassie and I.”

Bellamy swallowed hard at that-it’s been through that lately they haven’t had time for their typical family Sunday days when they’d wake up early, make pancakes with Gus, play in the backyard or go on a walk in a field near camp. It’s just been too hard and on his days off, Clarke had gone to work while he stayed with the kids, so she could catch up on her stuff too.

“I know, son. I miss them too.”

“Reawwy?” Bellamy nodded.

“Your mom and I will make sure we have more Sundays like this again, okay? It’s just been a little more stressful lately with the winter coming and all the clans mama and I have to go see.”

“Is that why you work mow?” Bellamy swallowed hard again but nodded.

“Yes. There’s a lot to be done but mom and dad are trying hard, okay? And we appreciate how patient you’ve been with us.” he strokes his head again “We know it hasn’t been easy for you but you make us both very proud.”

“I do?”

“All the time, son.” Bellamy promised and kissed his forehead softly, watching as he got more drowsy “Now it’s time for bed, okay?” Gus whimpered a little and watched as his dad took away his now empty milk cup.

“But dada-”

“I’ll come with you and stay until you fall, okay?” Gus nodded and let his dad pick him up in his arms “You can do this, little wolf, I know you can. Come on, Ares will come with us too, right big wolf?” Ares immideately jumped on his feet, ready to be at service and followed the boys back to Gus’ room.

Gus trembled a little in his arms but calmed down when Bellamy put him down and moved up to his tiny bed that he had made himself last spring.

Ares curled up right under after licking Gus’ fingers, making sure the kid was fine.

“What was your nightmare about?” Bellamy asked when he tucked him in and swallowed down a groan from feeling his knee protest at the uncomfortable position he was in again.

“I was out at the market in Polis and couldn’t find you or mama.” Bellamy gripped his hand hard again and closed his eyes.

This had been a repeating dream of Gus’ ever since he truly did get lost last year once they visited Polis together.

It was a sunny warm day and Gus had been excited to go to the capital for the first time. Clarke was a little off because they had just found out she was pregnant with Cassie and was a little drowsy from the horseride there. She kept her hand on her little bump and her face was so pale that Bellamy had to put his hand on her waist and guide her through the place so she wouldn’t pass out.

Kane and her mom had been with them and when Gus asked to go see the fire players Kane had taken him only to come running back ten minutes later, saying he lost Gus.

Bellamy got so scared, he thought he’d have a heart attack. He yelled at Kane even though it wasn’t his fault and both he and Clarke rushed in to try and find Gus.

They alerted the Polis guards but at the end it was Indra who had found Gus perked up on a nearby tree by the horse stables. He was trembling and scared, couldn’t stop crying and refused to let go of them for days after.

When they asked him why he went there he said there were so many people that he knew he had to get somewhere high so he could find them and that he chose the stables cause Hermy was there and he’d keep him safe.

Bellamy spent countless of nights awake after this. He simply couldn’t fall asleep knowing how stupid they had been to leave the kid out of their sight in such a crowded place. Clarke had taken it better even if she was shaken up too but she kept coming to him, finding him on the back porch, smoking his pipe and staring into their back yard garden.

“You can’t keep blaming yourself.” she had said one night “You also have to accept that sometimes bad things will happen to our kids and there won’t be much you can do.” Bellamy sighed, knowing she was right but refusing to accept it. It was really hard for him to watch Gus get hurt or sick. He constantly worried about Clarke and him and took it as his personal mission to try and be there for them, protect them or take away their pain.

Something that he ultimately almost always failed at.

“We’re here, kiddo.” Bellamy promised “And we’re not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, Gus.” the kid nodded and his limbs got a little limp in his dad’s arms “Can you check...for monsters...in the closet, dada?” Bellamy smilled and kissed his head. “I think I heard some noise.”

“Of course I can.” he promised and got up to limp to his little wardrobe that had all his clothes, opening it up and pretending to be kicking something out of it, making Gus giggle from under the blankets. “Anywhere else, kiddo?”

“Undew the bed, dada.” Bellamy’s leg screamed when he kneeled down and creaked so hard again that even Ares heard it and looked at his master confused.

“It’s all clear, kiddo.” Bellamy promised and curled up with his son again until he dozed off “I love you, little wolf.”

“Love you too...da-da” he whispered back right before he fell asleep. Bellamy stayed there for a while, making sure that the boy was in deep sleep now before getting up and patting Ares’ head saying:

“You keep my boy safe, okay, Ares?” to which the dog replied with a good messy lick of his fingers.

Bellamy slowly trotted back to the bedroom and found Clarke still in the same position she was before-curled up on herself.

It made him smile how much she looked like Gus when she was like this and argued in his head with her notion that their son was a spitting image of him. He checked Cassie’s crib, finding the baby asleep as usually on her stomach and stroked her head a little before kneeling down to kiss her cheek.

Then he gently snuck in bed with her and placed his hand on Clarke's waist, gently pulling her closer again, hoping not to disturb her peaceful sleep.

Except it seemed he already had because she groaned in his arms and wrapped her own hand around his waist,

“Where were you?” he smilled.

She always knew when he left the bed.

“Gus needed me.”

“Couldn’t sleep again?” she opened her eyes and looked at him worriedly.

He cupped her cheek, thinking how much he loved her when she was so drowsy and sleepy, so adorably cute and beautiful.

“He’s okay now, though. We had a good talk.” he kissed her forehead as a way to calm her down, knowing how much she worried about Gus too.

“You did, huh?” Bellamy hummed and let her bury his head in the crook of her neck.

She threw her leg over his ass and pressed her full breasts to his rock hard chest. He moaned a little when he felt her there, holding her up fully wrapped around his body now and looked at her sheepishly.

“Clarke-” he let out desperately and she smilled when she moved up to kiss his lips.

They haven’t really had the time to be with each other much lately and whenever they fucked it wasn’t even in their bed-they would find ten minutes in her office or in the medbay storage or even on the backporch while Gus and Cassie were still asleep inside but they hadn’t really had any time to indulge in this.

He knew Clarke eyed him a lot when he came home from work and he took off his shirt to take a shower.

Her eyes lingered on his torso and fell to his crotch with desperate want. She had also noticed how he’d lick his lips and stare at her lovingly whenever she fed Cassie and her full breasts came out of their confinment which was one of his old plaid shirts.

The best they could do sometimes at night is for him to get his fingers in her on the living room couch and get her off while Gus was brushing his teeth or for him to stroke himself lazily in the middle of the night when she woke up to feed Cassie and rocked herself on the chair he made for her.

But it’s been a while since a proper middle-of-the-night bed fuck and it felt like this would be a good time for it.

Clarke snuck her hands under his shirt and let them roam over his back while pushing her crotch to his boxers.

His dick immideately reacted and he groaned when his fingers found the buttons of her shirt and started undoing them all the while he kissed her senseless and once he found her right breast and cupped it softly, she arched her back and moaned loudly in his mouth.

“Holy shit, princess.” he whispered when they pulled away breathless and his eyes fell down to her breasts “You look so stunning.”

“No, I don’t.” she huffed like he was saying the silliest thing in the world.

“Yes, you do.” he knew she had been insecure ever since giving birth to Gus.

She had gained some weight, then lost a lot really fast. It got so bad, she started passing out from not eating and hid it from him. One of those times it happened in the middle of the night when she got up  to grab some water. He woke up from her body hitting the floor and immideately rushed her to her mom. They had a talk about it and she shared all her thoughts with him.

He held her in his arms and told her she was beautiful, promising to wake her up with this every morning until she believed it.

He still did that, even now, four years later. Without a fail that was the first thing he said to her when they both woke up. If she was away, he'd radio it. If he had to be up earlier, he wrote it on a note and left it by her pillow, so it'd be the first thing she saw.

It got better over time but he noticed she still had moments of relapse, usually early in the winter or when spring came. He’d see she barely ate and casually filled her plate with food and followed her around with a bottle of water when she was working too hard.

When she felt it was getting worse, she went to her mom on her own and they worked it through together but she had been mostly well in the past year.

Being pregnant with Cassie helped her overcome some of that even when he thought it may bring back the old demons. It hadn’t.

Clarke had been proud of gaining a little weight the more her belly grew but he had still caught her staring at the mirror lately and rubbing her tummy that albeit mostly flat, still had the cute curves that her body always did.

Her thights were heavier, fuller and so was her ass but he absolutely loved it all.

He tried hard to remind her of it.

He rolled her on her back and looked down at her, stroking her head as he smiled down at her and spread her legs with his other free hand. She gasped and moved up on the pillow the moment she arched her back.

He smiled and unbuttoned the shirt all the way down, pushing it aside and revealing her beautiful chest. She moved up and helped him take it off while he simply marvelled at her.

“I love it when you look at me like this.” she whispered.

“Like what?”

“As if you see me naked for the first time ever.” he smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

“That’s because every time I do, there’s something new about you. It’s familiar and unknown at the same time and I want to kiss every spot I haven’t, touch every place I didn’t before...love you in the best way I can.” he explained as he sucked on the skin between her neck and shoulder and dragged his hand over her chest, stopped at her tummy and softly rubbed it there.

“I don’t think you realize how amazing you are. Carrying both our children in you...being the most badass mother there is while running this camp...”

“I don’t do it all alone.” she buried her fingers in his curls and lift her legs up, locking them on his back “I got you too.” he huffed and shook his head like it was nothing but felt his dick grow harder and she moved up and down again on him a little, desperate for friction.

He grabbed the hem of her panties and gently lifted her up as he slid them down her legs and watched her kick them out of the bed.

He giggled like Gus did sometimes and Clarke found her heart filling with love for her beautiful man.

She pulled at his boxers too and felt the excitement of having him in her so soon yet again as if it was the first time they were doing it.

He let her hands roam over his ass like he knew she liked to do and paid attention to her breasts in the meantime, sucking off her nipples and feeling some of her milk come out.

“Sorry...I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, I’m quite full anyway.” she promised “Plus, it’s kind of sexy.” he blushed again and followed her eyes as they fell down to his hard dick that was now away from its confinments.

Her hands slipped to take his dick and he gasped the moment she wrapped her fingers around him, closing his eyes and grunting at his inability to prevent himself from pushing in her hand a little. She smiled too and stroked him a few times while he spread her legs wider and allowed her to guide him in.

Coming into her felt new every time. She was so good and warm, like coming home after a long day of work.

He stilled inside her for a bit and allowed them to have this minute in which they both gasped in each other’s faces and tried to catch their breaths.

“Fucking...awesome...every time.” he whispered and she laughed out while his hands moved to his shoulders and he adjusted her hips up on his back.

“I feel like you get bigger with the years.” she whispered and he blushed.

“I doubt that’s anatomically proven, princess.” he laughs as he pulls away and then comes back in with a rather sharp jolt. She gasps and he covers her mouth with his big hand “Shh, we don’t want to wake Cassie up.”

Clarke opens her eyes widely and  stares up at him. He expects her to mumble something but instead he feels her tongue against his fingers and that makes him hiss.

God, his princess was kinky.

When he tried to move his hand away she stopped him and put it right back there, showing him she loved this while urging him to keep fucking her by digging her heels in his butt.

He moved in and out really fast at first, almost pounding into her, pushing her back to the wooden bedboard and removing all pillows away, throwing them on the floor. She had a really hard time keeping her gasps quiet but his hand helped and then...he slowed down because he realized they weren’t really in a rush.

Clarke took his middle finger into her mouth and sucked on him while he softly pushed in and out of her. She came calling his name then for the first time and he beamed when he saw her so happy.

When he tried to pull away, though, she wouldn’t let him. Instead she rolled them over and rode him, coming for the second time just minutes after.

He was gasping at the sight of her and when he was on the verge of his own orgasm, she rolled off of him after being on top and surprisingly fell on her left side and pushed her back and beautiful round butt into him.

“Princess?”

“Fuck me sideways.” she said and he almost came at the words alone.

“Clarke...are you sure, you came already.”

“But you haven’t and I know why.” she scolded as she looked up over his shoulder “You don’t think you deserve to. You’re so silly.”

“Clarke-” she huffed as if annoyed with him and reached her hand out, taking his dick in her fingers and tugging it a little. He gasped so loudly they both heard Cassie move in her crib and Clarke gave him another serious look.

They remained quiet for a minute, just to make sure Cassie wasn’t waking up and Bellamy couldn’t stop staring at his dick in Clarke’s hand as awful as that must’ve sounded.

“If you wake up the baby before you’ve come, I’m going to kill you.” he chuckled and carefully moved over to her, spreading her legs again and using his fingers to touch her first.

It was incredible how wet she still was despite coming twice already. He kissed her shoulder as he gently pushed into her and felt her body relax into his embrace.

“You’re right, you know?” he whispered into her ear as he started moving in and out of her again “I don’t deserve you.”

She took his hand and moved it from her stomach to her breast, asking him to cup her there again. She didn’t say anything back which he thought was a good sign that she for once agreed with him and when he finally came inside of her, feeling his cum fill her whole and almost coming again at the image of it, he gasped out and then carefully slipped out of her.

She moaned loudly too and let go of his hand which she had moved to her mouth to use as a way to silence herself, before rolling over and pressing herself to his side.

She threw her leg over his thigh and he felt her wetness spread over the skin there which almost made him hard again.

He was surprised when she cupped his cheek and turned his head to her.

“You know how every morning you tell me I’m beautiful, right?” he nodded and kissed the crease between her forehead. “It means the world to me even when I can’t show it or say anything back or even believe it. It’s the same thing as you massaging my head after a long day or putting a glass of water for me after I feed Cassie because you know I get thristy or kissing my forehead before you leave for work.” he smiles at that and stares into her deep blue eyes “It’s your heart, Bellamy.” her fingers slip to his chest and he swallows hard at that, feeling his eyes fill with tears “It’s so big.”

“Clarke-”

“It is and it scares me sometimes but it also gets me angry. I don’t want you to ever think you don’t deserve having me or Gus and Cassie in your life because you do and we’re lucky to have you and I’ll never get tired of saying it the same way you never get tired of telling me how beautiful I am, okay?”

He smiles and picks up her left hand, threading his fingers over her knuckles and taking out her ring finger on the side of which they both had small tattoos they did when they got married by the river a little before Gus was born.

Hers was a crescent moon with tiny stars. His was the sun above tiny ocean waves.

He kissed her moon and pulled her close.

“I love you, Clarke Griffin.” she found his hand and kissed the sun too as she snuggled further into his chest.

“I love you too, Bellamy Blake.”

They fell asleep and when half an hour later they were waken up by Cassie who was wailing like she had never been fed in her life, Bellamy watched Clarke get up and pick their daughter up as she came back to bed and nursed her gently.

He rest his head over her stomach and looked at her, thinking how he’s the happiest person in the universe or any other that could exist out there.

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ETHAN X F!MC: PURE FLUFF

ONE SHOTS W

Waiting - @lucy-268   Charley wants a quiet dinner, but a stranger insists on bothering her.

Waiting - @perriewinklenerdie Ethan and Tobias talk as they wait for the surgery to be over. ft. cute moments between Ethan and Claire Feat. Soon-to-be Besties E & T

Waiting - @trappedinfanfiction  When you are working as a doctor, sometimes your private plans have to step aside. But as two experienced doctors, Ethan and Celia still makes the best of it.

Waking Up - @casey-v Set after the 30 diamond car scene of 2.12

Warm - @perriewinklenerdie   Rain catches him right in the middle of his walk towards her apartment. Claire helps him warm up.

Warm Hearts - @genevievemd   Ethan comes home after a long day do his wife and baby.

We'll Give the World to You - @jamespotterthefirst   Ethan and Lilac meet their son.

We're Golden - @irisofpurple Ethan and Lana go on their first official date.

Wednesday Morning - @writinghereandthere On a Wednesday morning, Ethan and Mariana get ready and head to work together.

Welcome - @takeharryandgo 🩺 Ethan is faced with one of the many, less desirable aspects of his new position. Set after book 3.

Welcome To The Team - @lem-20 Ethan isn’t happy about the new addition to the diagnostics team.

Wet Thrill - @utterlyinevitable  They get caught in the rain and her place is the closest. Ethan has no choice but to change into her clothes. Friends to Lovers AU.

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve - @lucy-268  🌟 Charley and Bryce were FWB; then she kissed Ethan in Miami. New Year’s Eve during intern year. Feat. Bryce x F!MC

What haunts you at night - @perriewinklenerdie   He’s been having nightmares, night after night. She was by his side through each of them, every night.

What's Cooking? - @jerzwriter Ethan wakes up to an unusual surprise.

What’s For Dinner - @utterlyinevitable   MC embarrassed Ethan at work and later that night he makes her pay for it.

What Now? - @potionsprefect   When Luke and Lily finally fall asleep, Victoria and Ethan wonder what they should do.

What’s That Look For - @socalwriterbee   At the end of her rope, Tessa has something to ask Ethan. Can she get him to agree to this idea of hers?

What the Heart Wants - @potionsprefect  What she wants is what she’s not allowed.

What’s the Tea? - @potionsprefect Victoria’s brother and sister come to Boston for a catch up.

When It Rains - @a-crepusculo  A little dance underneath the gentle drizzle.

When They Knew - @takeharryandgo  The moment each discovered Ethan and Meredith’s feelings for each other.

When We First Met - @amortentiaopenheart  Prompt: When we first met, I had no idea that you'd become this important to me.

When you are away - @perriewinklenerdie   They sleep best when they are together.

When life gets in the way - @coffeeheartaddict2  Casey received some unexpected news that expedites some plans.

Where It All Started - @aworldoffandoms Ethan’s got the blessing, he has the ring…but is he ready to take the plunge

Where the Love-light Gleams - @takemyopenheart  🎄 Christmas time is here, and Ethan has a very important question to ask Luz.

Where We Belong - @jamespotterthefirst Waking up to her boyfriend making breakfast for her? What did she do to deserve him?

Wind down - @perriewinklenerdie   A stressful day leaved Ethan in need of a distraction. And Claire might just have a solution.

Wine and flying mistletoes - @perriewinklenerdie 🎄 Christmas comes around, and two doctors are spending them alone. Or together, if they play their cards right.

Wine Drunk - @peonyblossom   When Sadie goes over to Ethan's place to help work on a case after-hours, they both get a little too wine drunk to be productive.

Winning - @perriewinklenerdie  Ethan takes it upon himself to stop Claire from overworking herself. Prompt used: "You're overworking yourself. Please take a break.

Winter- @writinghereandthere Miami-born-and-bred Mariana struggles during a tough Bostonian winter and enlists advice from Ethan.

With A Side of Mustard - @txemrn Ⓜ Was there an item Tatum and Ethan bought for their baby that became special because the other parent chose it?

With all my heart - @bi-cookie A messy kitchen, an old pup, and one slow dance Leads to an unexpected proposal.

With Thanks - @aworldoffandoms MC has a nice thanksgiving dinner with the people closest to her

Wild - @starrystarrytrouble Ethan takes MC on their first real date to a place she doesn’t expect.

Will You Still Love Me - @txemrn  Ⓜ Tatum feels insecure about her body.

Winner Take All - @lucy-268 Charley talks with both Tobias and Ethan. This follows the fic People Can Surprise You. Feat. Tobias Carrick

Wise Men Say... - @genevievemd  Ethan and Gen dance during Ines’s wedding before sneaking off.

Wonderstruck - @liaromancewriter   Cassie and Ethan spend a day at the beach with their girls.

Work Intrudes - @lucy-268   When work intrudes on their vacation, Charley is not having it.

Working Late - @storyofmychoices  Ellie finds Ethan in his office working late.

Worth The Wait - @potionsprefect  He had to cancel earlier plans, but he has something bigger in store for her.

Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast - @brooks-eden He catches her while she’s trying to surprise him with breakfast.

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SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

[sakuramoussy]

Bonus Story - Dreamwalking

Takes place between ‘News of a Pregnancy’ and ‘Unexpected Visitor’

When Vin got pregnant with Luis’ child, Luis began to notice a peculiar issue with Vin. Luis was used to waking in the middle of the night from nightmares, or being so panicked in his sleep that Winter had to wake him up to calm him down, but he wasn’t aware that Vin also had nightmares. They became somewhat frequent in the early months of Vin’s pregnancy, and as much as Luis wanted to respect Vin’s privacy on the issue, he couldn’t deny his worries at Vin’s lack of sleep as the nightmares shook him at night. Luis became adjusted to pulling Vin into his arms, soothing him from the nightmares just as Vin has done to calm Luis’ own nightmares, but they began to look more alarming as the time passed. Unsure what to do, Luis decides to try out an ability he used a very long time ago, the ability to enter someone’s dreams. Luis couldn’t help but feel he was violating Vin’s privacy, but he carefully concentrated and began to dreamwalk, entering Vin’s dream with careful focus as he fell into a deep sleep himself.

Compared to the dreams that Luis mistakenly jumped into in the past, Vin’s dreamspace was filled with a hazy fog, dark and rainy in what would normally be a beautiful garden. In his experience, dreamspaces seem to be based on the person whose dreaming, often reflecting their comforts or safe spaces, but the nightmare must have made things clouded, dark, and uncomfortable to exist in. He finds Vin in a circle of wilted flowers, sobbing at the images flashing in his mind. Luis can see the visions too, startling visions of abandonment and death, reliving the terrifying deaths of some of his closest friends. Wei, Sin’s late wife who died protecting Vin in the Archaic War, a mouse Angel who Luis can only guess is Vin’s oldest friend, Sokie, who also died protecting Vin in the Archaic War, and an Angel Luis recognizes from photo alone, Erynn, the most recent Angel of Life to pass away around 30 years ago. These images haunt Vin with the feeling of grief and loss as Luis carefully makes his way to Vin, breathing out some of his dream magic onto Vin to make the visions go away. Vin looks up at Luis in shock, glancing around as the space around them begins to look more lively. 

“W-what..” 

“Hey.. Sorry, I should’ve asked you if it was okay to do this.. A long time ago, I found out I could do this. I think.. It makes me enter your dreams. If I interact with it, it can make the nightmares go away.. Is that okay?”

“You saw all of that?”

“I did.. Sorry about that.”

“... Will either of us remember this when we wake up?” “Hm.. I know I will, but I can’t say I know whether or not you’ll remember?”

“Ah.. I see.. Well… If I do remember, then can we use this space to talk.. About more important subjects? I can't bring myself to talk about these types of hard subjects.. But in a dream..”

“Sure. It’s a good place for a private chat like this, so I’ll gladly do that if you’re comfortable.”

When the pair woke the next morning, Vin was huddled against Luis’ chest with Winter standing over them. As the memories of the dreamwalk come to Vin’s mind, he wraps his arms around Luis, pulling him close as he breathes deeply into him. Luis smiles and hugs Vin tightly, unwilling to get out of bed until Vin moves from him. Winter paced on the bed, glancing over at Vin and Luis, unmoving, before eventually settling back down next to Vin. After a moment, Vin pulls away and looks at Luis with bright eyes. 

“I remember.”

[paintedpeeta]

your most gentlest easiest headcanons? 💛

this has been in my ask box for a lil while, but i was missing everlark and now i’m doing a reread (i forgot how heavy these books were like whew…for YA fiction it is a LOT) so i hope you don’t mind that it’s taken me so long to answer ❤️

first of all, a little moment that stuck out for me in the first book was katniss saying she often has mint tea after dinner at home. it’s such a small, domestic part of a routine but one i like to think she carries on after the war - and one that peeta adopts too. they share the cooking duties when it comes to dinner, but she always makes the tea. she learns how to make his perfect cup, as well as she can make her own, and the dishes from dinner will wait (until he caves and does them before they go to bed) as they almost always wind up snuggled up on the couch together while they drink it.

they both like to watch the other sleep. not in a creepy way, just after one of them has woken from a nightmare or just can’t doze off - seeing the other sleeping peacefully in the safety of their home is enough to calm the nerves and help them relax. if they’re ever caught in their observations, the other usually just pulls them down beside them to urge them to sleep. (peeta is a little more prone to teasing her when she gets caught, but she has her moments of making fun of him too just for good measure).

he likes to heat her slippers by the fire for her. and her socks. and sometimes her pyjamas. although katniss is so pragmatic and capable, she does seem to enjoy simple comforts throughout the series. nothing too crazy, and i think it would still take some time for her to feel like she deserved any little bits of luxury but that’s where peeta comes in. because he wants to pamper her and take care of her, and in the grand scheme of things is it really too indulgent to let him warm up her bath towels before she uses them, or tuck her up when she goes for a nap? at first she reconciles with it because it keeps peeta happy, but i think she’d grow to love all of the little inexpensive but thoughtful things he does for her.

she cuts his hair for him. it’s something her mother used to do for her father, and i’d imagine it was something she had to do for prim and herself when her mother was ill. one day, early on while they’re growing back together he mentions that he needs a haircut because he feels like it’s too long. she offers to do it for him because he doesn’t know how, and that day he lets her cut his hair at the kitchen sink. it’s far from perfect, but it’s tidy and keeps the curls from his eyes. her face is kind of flushed the whole time because the act feels so intimate and familiar, but from then on it becomes a routine that she does for him every couple of weeks.

and on the topic of hair, he just loves to play with hers. while they work on the memory book together and he has a hand free, while she’s reading on the couch curled up beside him, while she’s falling asleep with her head on his chest… he just always wants to be playing with her hair (partially for his own self and partially because it relaxes her). he braids and unbraids it, winds loose strands round his fingers, scratches her scalp because he knows it makes her shut her eyes everytime.

he has a bad habit of putting his cold hands on her when he just gets home from work on winter days. sometimes he doesn’t think and it’s totally by accident, other times he’s trying to be a nuisance and slips them up the back of her shirt when she comes to greet him in the hall. she gets her own back when she snuggles up against him in the night, putting her cold feet on his good leg and almost making him jump out of his skin.

and all of the massages. there’s plenty of opportunity for sore muscles in their daily tasks (hunting in the woods and hauling around sacks of flour) (and also, secretly some faked or exaggerated injuries) so the other has to massage the painful area and take care of them. particularly when she’s pregnant, he’s always offering to rub her back or her hips or whatever’s hurting most.

[baroquebucky]

don’t

in which bucky quickly learns that communication is key for a good relationship

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angst w a fluffy ending <33

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a/n: hehe inspired by this song !! go stream it i love it sm namjoon always has the best lyrics eek !! hope u all enjoy <3 lyrics in bold !

You looked at bucky as he walked in, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. His fist was bruised and bloodied. You sat on your shared bed, eyes heavy as you leaned against the headboard. It was the first time he’d come home in three days.

“james” you spoke, looking at your boyfriend as he ignored you. “james” you called out once more, sighing as he continued to get his clothes from the drawer and walk wordlessly into the restroom.

“bucky!” You raised your voice, he stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. Before you could get a word out he stopped you.

“don’t talk” he stated, setting his clothes on the counter and running his hands through his hair and sighing, “not yet, i know what you’re about to say” he mumbled. Your mouth hung open in shock before you shook your head.

“bucky look at me, don’t avoid my eyes” you spoke sternly, getting up from the bed and walking in front of him. His blue eyes gazed into yours, he could see how worried you were.

“you have to talk to me bucky, it’s been three days already and you didn’t tell me anything” you told him gently, knowing how stubborn he was.

Bucky had a horrible nightmare, tears on his face as he woke up, you were shaking him awake gently and he accidentally hit you with his metal arm, making your nose bleed. A look of horror on his face as he realized what he had done, as you ran to the restroom bucky packed a bag quickly, leaving to go stay at the compound for the time being. He ignored your texts and calls, too afraid to see what you were saying to him.

It was almost 3 am and he hoped you would be asleep by the time he returned so he could get more clothes before leaving again. You weren’t.

“i can’t hurt you again, i have to go i need to leave, i have to go home” he spoke, pain evident in his eyes as he avoided your gaze.

“our home is here james” you whispered, moving to slowly take his hands in yours, “it’s us.” He flinched away when you grabbed his metal arm, taking a couple steps back.

“I have to go shower” he mumbled, grabbing his clothes and locking the restroom door, tears stinging his eyes as he turned the shower on, letting the hot water relax his stiff muscles.

You wiped away the stray tears on your face, texting sam and asking him for any advice. You held back sobs as you explained to him what had happened and how bucky had been acting.

we’ve been through so much worse, this can be the end of us, surely he’ll come around ??

Sam replied quickly, assuring you bucky just needed some time, but you should be sure he knew how you felt considering how he tended to get into his head all the time.

You thanked him quickly, telling him goodnight and assuring him you would tell him if you needed anything.

You tried to stay awake, but you were so exhausted, your eyelids heavy as you waited for bucky to get out of the shower.

Sighing you laid down, scooting closer to his side of the bed, it still smelled like him and helped you relax.

The sound of keys made your eyes jolt open, you shot up when you saw bucky heading towards the door.

“don’t leave, i need you here, please don’t” you whispered, eyes watering and your chin quivered. Bucky hesitated, he told himself he wouldn’t sleep in the same bed as you anymore, he was too scared of hurting you.

All it took was one look at you for all his resolve to fade away. You were wearing his black t shirt, your eyes were red and nose pink, your hair was messy and he knew it was tangled.

He set his bag down and closed the bedroom door, taking off his shirt and pants and slipping into bed next to you, pulling him into his arms and holding you tightly.

“bucky” you mumbled, eyes still wide open as he held you. He frowned, heart falling as you used the nickname.

“what happened to calling me james?” He asked, voice small as he spoke.

“thought since you were mad you wouldn’t want me callin you that” you replied, fiddling with his dog tags quietly. Buckys heart sank, you thought he was mad at you?

“don’t take away the name only you know doll, you’re the only one who calls me that, nothing is gonna take that away” he spoke, “you’re the only one who knows me as James, not as bucky or the winter soldier, but as myself.”

You looked at him, eyes soft as he talked, running his fingers through your hair and gently detangling it. He continued his actions as he spoke up again.

“I’m not mad at you doll, I’m mad at myself for hurting you” he confessed, panic settling in. “I thought if i stayed i would hurt you, i don’t want you hurting because of me so i left” he looked at you, waiting for you to tell him he did the right thing, that he should pack his things and go.

“i wish i could just magically fix who i am” he whispered.

“oh angel,” you breathed out, moving so you were both sitting with your backs against the headboard. “I don’t need magic, just be here james, here with me.”

“but what if i hurt you again, what if i ruin everything and you hate me” bucky looked at you, tears rolling down his cheeks and you gave him a soft smile. Your hands caressing his cheek as you wiped away his tears with your thumbs.

“don’t abandon everything over on mistake james, don’t destroy us and everything we’ve worked for just because you made one tiny mistake.” You replied, looking at him before placing your hands back in your lap.

“please james, i know it’s not over yet, we just have to try” you spoke, letting out a soft sigh. “but if you want to, if you feel it’s what’s best for you, then go.” Your voice was shaky and you held back a sob.

Buckys heart fell. You thought he wanted to break up, to leave you. He felt like shit for making you think that’s what he wanted, it was so far from the truth.

“oh doll, i don’t want to” he replied, moving to face you, taking your hands in his and holding them tightly. “I want to wake up next to you and see your smile in the mornings, i want to hold you while we sleep and when we watch movies too late and eat too much popcorn” bucky continued talking, a smile on his face a he spoke.

You laughed a little bit, sniffling softly and slipping a hand out of his to wipe your tears.

“I’m sorry for acting so stupid, I’m realizing now i went about it all wrong and I’m sorry doll” he spoke, wiping away your tears and getting up to get you some tissues. You took them and thanked him softly, blowing your nose before he started talking again.

“i should’ve talked to you and let you know how i feel, instead i jumped to all these conclusions and just assumed how you would feel and-” he sighed as he cut himself off, looking at you before talking again.

“I’m really sorry darling, i hope you can forgive me” bucky spoke softly, you took his hand in yours, squeezing softly and smiling.

“i know how hard it is for you to talk about how you feel james, but if this is going to work you need to be willing to try” your voice was gentle, “i was worried sick these last few days, you didn’t even tell me if you were okay or if you were even alive” you spoke, bucky felt guilt tugging at his heart.

“from here on out, if something is bothering you or if you’re scared or worried about something i want you to tell me, so that we can talk through it and find a way to help” you suggested, a smile on your face as he nodded quietly.

“can i say something?” Bucky mumbled and you nodded, laughing softly. “is it okay- i mean you don’t have to i just” he stopped for a second, thinking before finally putting the words together.

“i would like it if you reassured me that you still care about me, i hope that’s not too much” he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your eyes. You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tightly.

“that’s not too much lover boy, I’ll be sure to tell you more often” you replied.

Bucky relaxed at your touch, exhausting settling into his body. He yawned and you smiled at him, pulling his softly so that he would lay down.

“i love you so much” you whispered, bucky smiled at you, kissing your forehead softly.

“i love you so much more” he whispered back, his heart felt lighter knowing you weren’t upset with him, that you still loved him just as much.

You felt safer and happier now that bucky was back home with you. You reveled in the way he held you tightly against him, the way he would draw circles with his thumb on your arm to relax you.

The two of you fell asleep not long after, happier and getting more sleep than you had gotten in the last three days.

Bucky was grateful for how patient and understanding you were. He promised himself he would be better at communicating, never again would he hurt you simply because he couldn’t say what he felt.

He kept true to his promise, he was much better at talking of his emotions, even opening up to you about the content of his nightmares.

You kept true to yours, showering him in compliments almost everyday, telling him how much he meant to you and how much you loved him. You enjoyed seeing the way he would blush, his ears going red and cheeks dusted with pink.

Bucky was glad he stayed that night, you were glad he listened to you. He knows if he hadn’t then he would be miserable right now, and he would most definitely not be in the arms of the love of his life, watching your favorite show and eating way too much popcorn for 2:47 am.

[waddlenut]

Masterlist of the masterlist - Marvel

I HAVE WRITTEN NONE OF THESE FANFICS, CREDITS TO THE WRITERS!

This is a masterlist of my reblogs :)

AVENGERS

Fluff -

Being a teenage Avengers who’s bubbly and cheerful, and picking up Thor’s hammer one day

Angst -

Finding hope (Y/N has been having a hard time coping. TW - triggers for self harm, mentions of suicide and depression)

Feeling okay? (fav. Avengers cast. TW - low blood pressure and fainting)

PETER PARKER

Fluff -

Wheezy (Peter is the only one who can tease you about your asthma)

Paranoid (your Criminal Minds obsession gets you paranoid about crime in your neighborhood)

Isn't he lovely (Peter and his s/o go into labor and meet their firstborn)

Excuse me (fav. Peter gets his molar taken out and is high on anaesthesia, and all he wants is to touch Y/N her boobs)

Gummy bears (you’re on your period. And your boyfreind, Peter is cute but he can be dumb sometimes. TW - mentions of sex and language)

Pretty (Peter sees you shirtless for the first time. TW - boobies, making out, mentions of sex and May being a cockblock)

Hand on boob (”why is your hand on my boob”)

Sticky boy (Peter stickers to you at the worst moment possible. TW - suggestive themes, mature language, making out and boobies)

Paradise (there’s a beautiful girl talking to the plants around the bakc of the compound. Peter doesn’t know much about love, but he thinks he’s well on his way towards it)

The spectrum (autistic!reader. You join the Avengers and get off on the wrong foot)

She’s just tired (aunt May finds the reader asleep on Peters chest)

Your mess (Peter is drunk and horney, and you have to take care of him. TW - talks of sex, smutty scenes, underage drinking, kisses get heated and Peter almost mentally scars Tony)

Waterproof (Peter sees a joke tiktok about boobs being able to come off, and you try to see how far the joke can go)

Cool kids (fav. You walk in on some domestic bliss between Peter and your little brother)

Huh!? (Peter finds something he wish he didn’t in your backpack)

Spiderman band-aid (Peter wants a nap. You want a kiss. Things get out of hand and you end up sitting in your bathroom with a Spiderman band-aid taped to your lip)

Sleepover (fav. You stay the night at Peter’s house for the first time since you both started dating. May isn’t home and Peter is nervouw. TW - boobies and peter being cute and horny)

Angst -

Dummy (fav. Peter is the only one of the Avengers who doesn’t tease you for being a little slow)

Breathe (the reader grew up with the Avengers, she doesn’t know how to talk to them about somet things. TW - panic attacks)

See, peter! I’m fine! (the reader has been feeling sick and ends up fainting. TW - vomiting and fainting)

Cuddle (Peter has been bottling up his emotions for a while and has a breakdown)

Smut -

Shower (Peter takes to long in the shower and you are getting late for school. So, you come up with a solution which causes a problem for Peter. TW - light smut, flustered!Peter and nuditiy)

Lay me down (fav. soft smut)

Cupcakes (Peter gets easily flustered and you love teasing him)

BUCKY BARNES

Fluff -

Warm (you accidentally took a freezing shower, how convenient is it that your boyfriend is a super soldier with a hot body)

Doubts (the reader doesn’t tell Bucky about her cybernetic leg because she doubts he won’t want to date her anymore. TW - implied smut)

Nutella (late at night, you turn on the kitchen light to find a stranger bleeding on our floor and eating your Nutella)

Fatigue (Y/N isn’t feeling well and still goes out to train. That wasn’t a good idea)

Drugged (just cuddly Bucky)

Shark week (Bucky gets a crueal awakening to womanhood. TW - mentions of periods)

Acne (TW - self love issues, insecure reader, soft!Bucky and implied smut at the end)

Shining armor (Bucky saves you from attempted assault. TW - language, attempted assault, Bucky saves the day)

You’re a ladies man (Bucky said he didn’t like cats, but was that the truth? TW - language)

Safe in your arms (against a drinking game with Thor, you inevitably lose and find yourself on Bucky’s floor)

Night time wanderer (for months you’ve had struggled sleeping, and one night Bucky can’t help but intervene)

Insecurities (Bucky x chubby reader. TW - swear words, insecurities about weight and fluffy Bucky)

Two of a kind (fav. Bucky becomes enticed by a ballerina who he’s more alike than he may think)

Not admirable (fav. Baby sitting your neightbour’s kid and meeting Bucky in the smithsonian)

You were a no show (you and Bucky have liked each other for quite some time, and when he finally has the guts to ask you out, he stands you up at the last minute bevasue he gets scared. TW - self doub/hate but fluffy ending)

Elements and emotions (Bucky rescues you from a hostage situation, only to find you have the ability to control elements by your emotionsleaving him wanting to know more about you)

Life saver (fav. Bucky saves you from embarrassment by making sure no one sees your period stain)

Inseparable, literally (Peters new webbing is highly effective. Something you learn the hard way as you’re forced to be stuck with Bucky for anentire day with no way out)

There’s always another dance (you and Bucky are supposed to go dancing together, but you get really sick and Bucky looks after you. TW - vomiting, nothing to graphic)

Thunderstorms (it turns out your ex-assassin boyfriend is afraid of thunderstorms. You help to comfort him with fluff, cuddleing and singing)

Bath bombs (fav. you introduce Bucky to bath bombs and things take a pleasant turn)

Your protector (fav. You’re a shy person but the best at your job on Stark’s tech team. A certain soldier joins the team and you stick close to him)

Stealing clothes (you are always borrowing Bucky’s clothes. He pretends he doesn’t like it but that blush on his cheeks gives him away)

A spilled secret (You’ve just had your wisdom teeth out and you are still loopy. He wasn’t expecting you to mistake him from someone else)       part 2

Exhausted (you and Bucky live across form each other and have a morning ritual of getting coffee together. One day you aren’t at the place you were supposed to and Bucky freaks out)

Bucky takes care of you when you are drunk (TW - mentions of smut)

Blood stain (asking Bucky to do you an uncomfortable favor. TW - awkwardness)

Pretty dresses (Bucky, you, and the way you love your dresses throughout the seasons. TW - soms angst, mentions of death and major fluff)

Flirt (fav. Bucky always flirts with you. Being shy, you misinterpret his intentions)

Loathing (TW - swearing)

Saving her (TW - swearing, violence and protective!Bucky)

Cookies and cuddles (after your period ruins a date, you rush home upset. Bucky goes to comfort you, and make you feel better about yourself. TW - mentions of periods)

Comfortable (you buy some new lingerie as a suprise for Bucky, but he doesn’t react the way you thought he would. TW - alludes to sex)

Saving the day (on your way back home someone starts following you, when your eyes fall on the most impressive and handsome Avengers, you don’t think twice and find yourself a fake boyfriend. TW - mention of stress harassement)

Soft touch (Bucky slowly but surely learns again that physical contact doesn’t have to be painful. TW - some smuttish parts)

Bucky’s little secret (Bucky has a crush on you)

My sweet girl (40s!Bucky. After WWII, James finds you and resues you from the rest of the world. TW - swearing, violence and a mental illness)

Purr love (fav. Bucky meets your cat and discovers that she has no basic knowledge of personal spance)

Fair play (after a rough mission, you and the team go to Coney Island. Still injured, you can’t go on the rollercoaster with the others so Bucky descides to keep you company)

Shopping misadventures (you go out for shopping and find yourself being harased by a group of guys. Thankfully enough, your knigh in shining armor is never far away. TW - harassment, catcalling and protective!Bucky)

Magic touch (when Bucky’s arm becomes too heavy to carry, he finds help where he didn’t expect it)

That’s my girl! (The team knows you as Bucky’s quiet girlfriend, however that all changes when Sam challenges you to spar. TW - swearing and fighting)

Cotton clouds (plus!size reader gets insecure. TW - body shaming, insecurities, bullying, asshole agents, protective!Bucky and Steve, language, broken noses)

Dating Bucky would include

Wisdom (Bucky goes with you to the dentist when you get your wisdom teeth pulled out)

Bucky dating a short and petite reader would include

Angst - 

Envious (a fire forms in Bucky when a recurring nightmare sends him over the edge. TW - major angst, swearing and an angry Bucky)

Please don’t leave me (a one night stand occurs and you get hurt badly during a mission. Maybe it was a bit more than just a one night stand? TW - mentions of sex and wee bit of angst)

Camera view (while triggered into winter soldier mode, Bucky nearly kills the reader. TW - swearing, near death and strangulation)

Within the smoke (firefighter!bucky. After rescuing a girl form a terrible fire, she insists on rescuing her cat from among the flames. Bucky cannot resist her tear-filled eyes)

Not him (training with Bucky, but one day something doesn’t quite go to plan. TW - some swearing)

Memories (Bucky is triggered into winter soldier mode. TW - violence)

You got me (when Bucky comes back after the Blip, it takes you by surpirse. TW - mention of death)

A battle between mentality (you’re struggling iwth PTSD after the events of endgame and Bucky is there to help comfort you. TW - endgame spoilers and mentions of PTSD)

Unsavory situations (Bucky comes home to find reader having a panic attack. TW - panic attack)

Fireworks (Bucky doesn’t do crowds. He certainly doesn’t do fireworks. But he’d follow you just about anywhere. TW - PTSD symptoms, panic attack and a very sweet Bucky)

The safest place in NYC (a stranger comes to your rescua when you find yourself held at knifepoint, alone in an alleyway, by a man demanding your money. TW - mugging, some pshysical violence and Bucky being a badass but also soft)

Soldat (when a HYDRA agent finds a way to hack into FRIDAY’s system to trigger Bucky into the witner soldier, he nearly kills you. TW - wintersoldier!Bucky, self hate, physical fight and lots of comfort)

Obsession (targeted after your complicated relationship with Bucky ends up on every news channel in the city, your stalker takes things into his own hands to ensure that you belong to him. TW - stalking, kidnapping, mild torture/violence and people being assholes to Bucky)

Just focus on me, okay? (TW - drowning and CPR)

Instinct (reader gets badly hurt by HYDRA)               part 2

Panic (reader has a panic attack, Bucky is cute)

Trigger (Bucky beats himself up after attacking you when he was triggerd during a mission. Angst w/ fluffy ending)

Wrong side of the bed (fav. Bucky is in a bad mood and snaps at the reader. TW - language, Bucky snaps under pressure)

Comfort (Bucky helps you remember what it’s like to feel again. TW - trauma and mentions of blood and gore)

Cold (the reader falls into really cold water durigna  mission, and later at the Avengers tower she gets so sick she faints, but Bucky is there to take care of her)

You’ll get there (Bucky is Y/N’s safe place)

Smut -

Paperwork (after a long mission comees lots of paperwork, what else comes with it? TW - smut, dirty talk, rough sex and fingering)

I’ll always be with you, my love (Y/N and Bucky have both been taking by HYRDA but now you are save with the Avengers. TW - mentions of torture, angst and smut)

The bad days (you and Bucky weren’t supposed to be together, not acording to the cruel voice in the back of your mind. TW - angst, smut, body image insecurities and soft!Bucky)

Cold, cold water (fav. While on a stakeout in the heart of Russia, Bucky learns that touch can bring something more than pain and he will willingly give himself over to the ice if it means keeping you alive. TW - some violence, near drowning, hypothermia)

Dominantion (sub!Bucky x dom!reader. TW - vibrators)

A twice broken man (knowing what will happen if Hydra ever captures him again, Bucky asks the impossible of you. TW - smut, canon level violence, mentions of torture, PTSD symptomes, suicidal thoughts and trauma recovery)

On the inside (Y/N has gained some weight and is afraid that Bucky might not find her attractive anymore, but he does and doesn’t mind showing her. TW - self esteem issues, language, Bucky worshipping your body, immplied smut and semi smut)

Grind on me lke you grinded that pillow (TW - swearing, no penetration, horny!Bucky, half-nakedness, dirty talk and kink af)

Help (TW - swearing, dry humping, sexual themes)

Woods of chaos (TW - panic attack, NSFW gif)

On your knees, little girl - masterlist (TW - daddy kink, ageplay)

Alarm clock 

Boxer!Bucky

STEVE ROGERS

Fluff -

Always be my baby (dad!steve. The baby is milk drunk and Steve is in love)

Don’t underestimate a woman, Barnes (TW - some language)

Mission (Steve and Y/N like eachother but won’t tell that they love eachother. Bucky gets fed up about this and sets up a plan to get them together)

Accidents happen (plus size!reader)

Just breathe (you get an asthma attack. TW - asthma attack and swearing)

Disoriented (reader has a seizure and is comforted. TW - seizure/epilepsy)

Angst -

Accidental confession (Y/N gets shot on a mission and passes out from blood loss. TW - bullets, blood loss and near death experience)

Smut -

Nice & tight (Mobster!Steve x virgin!reader. TW - smut and age gap)

BUCKY BARNES + STEVE ROGERS + READER

Fluff -

Shaken up (Bucky and Steve find the reader passed out. TW - passing out and physical illnes)

As long as I have you (Bucky has an nightmare and accidentally attacks the reader so Steve stops him. TW - physical violence, brainwashing, nightmare and mentions of sex)

Angst -

Lavender blue (Bucky still suffers from his nightmares, and tonight was the worst one yet. TW - nightmares, mentions of abandomment, fluff ending)

Breathe in deep (Y/N gets an asthma attack. TW - severe asthma attack and slight panic attack)

I forgive you (reader gets seriously hurt during the cival war battle)

Alive (reader has a traumatic nightmare)

You touch them again and I’ll kill you! (Protective Bucky. TW - physical abuse, near-death experience)

Don’t let me drown (Steve and Bucky both fear the cold but the reader almost drowns (TW - drowning, PTSD and physical violence)

Blame (Bucky is triggerd into being the winter soldier and hurts the reader)

Not so safe haven (someone breaks into Stark tower and uses the reader as a hostage. TW - gun violence, hostage, threatening with a weapon and physical violence)

On the ropes (reader is on the train infiltration with the hwoling commandos and almost falls off. TW - gun violence)

Nothing (reader has an eating disorder and nobody realises until it effects her mid-mission. TW - anorexia nervose, passing out, collapsing, mentions of physical violence and mild arguing)

The 4 times they didn’t notice and the one time they did (the team tease the reader about her height but it becomes too much. TW - mentions of violence, mentions of terrorism, unconsciousness, teasing comments about short heigt and mild bullying about height)

Unseen (reader gets hit mid-mission but nobody realises until after it’s over. TW - physical violence, blood, bullet wound and unconsciousness)

Fucked up (fav. Tony yells at the reader, triggering her PTSD of an abusive past. TW - arguing, mentions of abusive past, physical violence, PTSD and panic attack)

Capable (the reader has a huge fight with Bucky and Steve and they say something they instantly regret. TW - verbal argument with partners, insult, mentions of blood and fighting and mentions of suicide)

Breathing is overrated anyway (fav. Whoever knew that stress could be so dangerous. TW - small injuries)

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Smut -

Interesting dream (when he catches you dreaming about him, Loki gives you something to remember. TW - multipe orgasms, sex dream)

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Fluff -

Heartbreak central (Kinda mum!Natasha. After having your heart broken for the first timme, Natasha recruits the team to lift your spirits)

PIETRO MAXIMOFF

Angst -

Can’t help falling (fav. the reader gets frequent dizzy spells and she falls over only to find herself in Pietro’s arms)

Hanging on (while fighting on top of the Avengers tower you get pushed off the top)

TONY STARK

Fluff -

Beautiful (you want a tummy tuck behind Tony’s back but you don’t have enough money so you use Tony’s card not knowing that he can see what you’re buying)

BRUCE BANNER

Fluff -

“You need to see a doctor”

Smut -

You don’t scare me (Bruce is scared that he will hurt you)

[bvckys-doll]

Let me take care of you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Bucky broke up with (Y/N) a month ago and she still doesn’t know why. When she decides to visit the HQ for the first time after their break up to get the rest of her stuff, the whole team is out on a mission. (Y/N) is not prepared to meet her ex soon after her arrival. Heavily injured.

Warnings: bloody wound. (Y/N) needs to stitch him up. Blood, duh. Angsty fic with a happy ending!

Author’s note: This one-shot sat in my Bucky folder for too long so now I finally got the chance to post it. Italics is the past. I hope you like it and might leave a comment in the reply section! PLEASE! Take care of yourself, stay safe and healthy! Cosplay the Winter Soldier and PUT ON A FCKING MASK!

You can find my main masterlist here!

It was a strange feeling to walk through the hallways of the headquarters without being able to call it her home. Bucky and (Y/N) had broken off their relationship a month ago and it was still hard to process everything. Normally she wouldn’t be so tense and would walk down the hallway without a bad feeling, but the bad feeling was omnipresent.

After more than a year of their relationship, it was Bucky’s decision to end it. It had happened out of the blue, but he thought it was for the best, as the missions were getting harder and harder each time and Barnes knew that (Y/N) was worried sick.

He had often come home in the evening and found her still awake on the couch. She could not sleep if she knew that the rest of the team was on a risky mission that she could not or was not allowed to participate in.

Bucky loved (Y/N). He still knew that. Yet he had never said it out loud. Bucky knew after the first three months of their relationship that he loved her, but he was too much of a coward to tell (Y/N) the truth. What if she turned him down? What if she thought they were moving to fast? So, Bucky kept it that way and tried to show her his affection in different ways.

But in the end, the former Winter Soldier knew he could no longer keep it from her. So, James chose the simplest method: to let her go. Of course, he knew from the start that (Y/N) wouldn’t just leave. After a year of dating, she wouldn’t just leave if Bucky told her to. She would ask questions, probably cry, and beg him to try again. There was only one option: he would have to break her heart.

~

With a broad smile on her lips, (Y/N) opened the door to her room, while trying not to drop the plate of the fresh cookies she had baked and brought with her.

“Baby, you’re not gonna believe what Sam just said. ” (Y/N) chuckled and put the plate on the coffee table next to the couch when Bucky came out of the bathroom. Before she could speak up again, she paused, and her eyes widened. His eyes were swollen and red. He must have cried. A lot.

“James, what’s going on?” (Y/N) approached him and put her hands on his cheeks. Meanwhile Bucky was clenching his hands in fists to prevent himself from pulling (Y/N) close. The next words that passed his lips would not only break her heart, but also him.

“I want you to go.”

“W-what? I don’t understand. Shall I go down to the living room and leave you alone?” (Y/N) tried to make sense of his words. Another tear ran down Bucky’s cheek. Immediately she wiped it away and watched him anxiously. Slowly, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands from his face, whereupon (Y/N) looked at him completely disillusioned.

“I can’t be with you anymore. We are too different” James replied and stepped past her as (Y/N) froze at her place. She couldn’t quite believe what he had just said. Before she could say another word, he continued and pulled the final straw “I don’t love you…and I never loved you. This...was all just a pastime for me to feel a little better after everything that’s happened to me.”

Her back was still turned to him as Bucky saw how (Y/N) now clenched her hands into fists as well and a sob escaped her lips. How he would have loved to take her in his arms. Tell her it was all a lie to protect her. But he didn't. He stood firm and left it at that.

Without another word, (Y/N) turned on her heel and left their shared bedroom, pulling the door shut behind her with a loud bang.

~

Since the confrontation, they hadn't seen each other or exchanged another word. Natasha had packed a few things and left with (Y/N) only a few hours later after the incident. Natasha hadn't spoken a word to him since that day either.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) had been staying in a hotel for the past four weeks because she couldn’t find a new apartment so quickly. In New York it is never easy to find a good apartment and most of them are incredibly expensive. Despite (Y/N)’s constant reluctance, Tony insisted on paying for her accommodation at the hotel because she was one of his best employees.

Most of the time she worked from her hotel room, which Tony fortunately allowed her to do. Still, (Y/N) knew it couldn’t go on like this forever. Sooner or later, she’d see Bucky and the pain would come back.

According to the team’s entries in the system, everyone was on a mission near Rio de Janeiro. No one had told her why and for how long, but she knew they were not back yet. At least, that is what (Y/N) thought.

Since she still had some clothes and other stuff in their old, shared room, (Y/N) wanted to get them before the rest of the team started running around the headquarters again. So, with a moving box under her arm, she made her way to the room where she entered the usual code.

Beep!

Pushing the door open with her hip, (Y/N) groped for the light switch with her free hand. Briefly, (Y/N) squinted her eyes as the bright light illuminated the room. Why did Bucky always leave the curtains closed when he was away?

With a glance around the room, her question was answered.

The room has been left in a great mess. His shirts, shoes and sweatpants were scattered on the floor and his bed looked as if he had just got up. The cushions were either at the foot of the bed or in another corner of the room.

One of the signs for his nightmares. Things that (Y/N) wouldn’t have to deal with anymore.

Murmuring, she made room on his desk and set the box down. The first mission: the wardrobe. One of the doors was already open and one of Bucky’s knives laid on the floor. She opened the other door as well and pulled her clothes and blouses off the hangers before carefully packing them into the box.

Now it came to the sweaters.

To be honest, she sometimes didn’t even remember which ones belonged to her and which ones to Bucky, since she had usually put his shirts on instead of her own.

While (Y/N) was busy with her other t-shirts, Bucky’s red Henley shirt fell into her arms. Sighing, she held the thin, dark red material in her hands and looked at the thin seam. She probably had to mend the shirt five times already.

Suddenly the door of the room opened, and (Y/N) turned around in shock when she saw Bucky standing in the door frame. For a short moment none of them moved and they just stared at each other. (Y/N) was still holding his shirt in her hand before she quickly threw it behind her on the bed.

“What are you doing here?” they asked at the same time before Bucky raised an eyebrow and added a bit abruptly, “I live here. What’s your excuse?”

“I’m just going to get the rest of my stuff. I’ll be gone before you can count to three”, she snorted at his tone “Actually, I was hoping that- …you’re bleeding.”

(Y/N)’s gaze went to his hand, which seemed to squeeze a wound. Not successful, however, because the blood swelled through his fingers. Bucky briefly looked down at himself, pressing his hand further into his side, and gritting his teeth briefly “No shit, Sherlock.”

“Do you think now is the right time to make jokes, Barnes?” (Y/N) growled in a serious tone as Bucky pushed past her towards the bathroom. He got out of his jacket and closed his eyes while gritting his teeth. In the bright light of the ceiling lamp, (Y/N) could see the blood in his hair and the slight scratches on his face. Apparently, it had been a pretty rough mission.

“Why didn’t you go straight to Helen with an injury like that?” (Y/N) watched him throw his leather jacket into the bathtub and then leaned on the edge of the sink. Before James was about to lose consciousness, (Y/N) quickly came up to him and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, while his other hand was still pressing on the wound. He had already lost a lot of blood.

With the last strength James had left in his legs, he made it to his bed with (Y/N)’s help, where he laid down and squeezed his eyes in pain. (Y/N) quickly ran into the bathroom and dug the first aid kit out of the drawer before sitting on the edge of the bed next to Bucky, who was breathing slowly.

“You don’t need to help me” his voice was raspy as his eyelids slowly dropped.

“Hey, you’re staying with me” (Y/N) patted his cheek “Where are the others?”

(Y/N) took the scissors out of the box and used them to cut his shirt open so she could get a better view of his wound. His voice was still raspy as he replied, "There were too many. They surprised us and we weren't prepared for it. Some bastard caught me pushing Steve out of the way. What's he got that stupid shield for if it doesn't even help?"

"Is the bullet still in there?", (Y/N) asked him as she pressed a couple of compresses into his hand so he could use them to stop the bleeding, which was slowly but surely receding. Relieved, (Y/N) slumped her shoulders as he shook his head before replying, "Helen wasn't there and I didn't feel like looking for anyone else. I don't necessarily trust the others. Clint flew me in quickly and then flew right back. I told him the wound was already closing up."

“This lie could have killed you, you know that, right? If I hadn’t been here, you would have collapsed in the bathroom and probably died of blood loss.” (Y/N) answered as she tried to get the thread through the head of the needle, which was not as easy as she thought. Probably it was also because her hands were shaking, which Bucky noticed when he watched (Y/N) “I would have made it somehow.”

But the way (Y/N) looked down at him was enough for him to shut up. Knowing it was a straight lie. And he had to admit that he wouldn’t have cared if it had happened like that. (Y/N) was gone. He had lost her, and that was all his fault.

Attentively James watched her as she prepared everything and checked again and again if the wound was still bleeding heavily. After it had slowly but surely subsided, (Y/N) removed the compress from his stomach and glanced at the gaping wound. Sighing, she took the disinfectant and dripped some onto a cloth before looking at James, who understood immediately before he said “I'm used to the pain, you know that. Don't worry about it. "

“You don't need to play hero here, James. I know how much that it hurts.” (Y/N) muttered, holding the cloth tightly before pressing it to the wound. Briefly, Bucky's chest heaved, and he growled in pain, breaking (Y/N)'s heart in the process, before she finally managed to take the cloth down and throw it away.

Quickly she took some of the numbing gel and smeared it around the wound before looking to Bucky, “I'm stitching it up now as best as I can. I'll have Helen look at it as soon as she gets back.”

Without another word from Bucky, (Y/N) began stitching up his wound. She was still shaking a little, but slowly it was getting better. Finally, she bandaged the wound with a compress and took care of the small scratches on his cheek.

They hadn't been this close in a long time. (Y/N) didn't even notice how she held her breath as she ran the disinfectant over the wounds. Bucky gritted his teeth again for a moment, but his gaze didn't avert from her.

Calmly, she stuck a band-aid over the wound and gave it another quick brush with her thumb as it blurted out of Bucky, "I lied."

Bucky watched her reaction carefully as she removed her hand from his cheek and held his gaze. His gaze wandered to the ceiling, kneading his hands nervously. He added, "When I said you were just a pastime and I didn't love you, I lied. That's not true. "

"Then why do you say such a thing?", (Y/N) asked him in a calm voice that didn't show if she was amazed, sad, or angry. Bucky himself was afraid of any of these reactions.

Desperately, he tried to find the right words "I was worried about you. This life with me could break you. You haven’t slept for weeks because of me. Because you're always so worried about me and while doing so, you forget to take care of you. When I…come back from missions, you're still awake because you want to know that I got home safely. You…you're too good for me and I don't want to destroy you like I've already destroyed everything else around me. I got you-. "

"You've already destroyed me, James. ", (Y/N) interrupted, looking at him with glazed eyes. This was exactly what he tried to avoid. He never wanted to be the reason why she felt bad, but now his worst fear had come true.

"You successfully broke my heart when you told me I was nothing more than a silly pastime you're done with now. I thought that you…I thought that we will go on like this forever. Do you know how happy you've made me? You were the one I could imagine anything with. I never wanted kids. I never wanted to get married, only to get divorced three years later. I never wanted this. But then you came along and showed me that there is a man who could make this all a possibility. A family. A life together. . . "

Tears were streaming down his cheeks when he saw her sitting in front of him throwing all this at his head. He had been such a coward. If he had just talked to her and told her everything, it would never have come to this.

But he was scared. Scared of being rejected again like all the other women did it before. But his (Y/N) wasn’t like them, but he couldn’t bear the thought that she might be.

“I love you, doll. I really do.” Bucky sobbed and wiped the tears from her eyes as (Y/N) looked at him and her eyes were just as swollen as his own before he continued, “I love you more than anything and I-I was stupid because I once again thought only of myself and…and not of the consequences. I love you and I don’t want to lose you. You’re all I have left. ”

Sniffing, (Y/N) looked at the man she loved more than anything. How he lay there on the bed, showing his most vulnerable side. He always appeared so strong in front of everyone so they would not see the real Bucky. But this man was so exhausted by everything that had happened to him. He didn’t want to have those thoughts. These doubts. That fear. He just wanted to live a happy and fulfilled life with (Y/N).

Slowly, she moved closer to him on the mattress and brushed the hair out of his face, which was still a bit sticky because of the blood. Gently, she leaned down to him and embraces him as best she could without touching his wound.

At first, he remained calm, then he wrapped his arms around her center and pulled her into his arms until finally she lay next to him in the bed. The two were sobbing in each other’s arms with (Y/N) running her fingers through his hair. Again, and again.

“I love you, James Barnes. So so much.” (Y/N) muttered as she buried her face in his neck while she was still fondled the back of his head. “But I swear to God, if you do this again, I’ll send Natasha after you and you know what she is capable of.”

“Of course, I know that. I taught her well.” Bucky mumbled while he held her close “I’ll never let you go again. I promise.”

[omiscurls]

haikyuu!! characters as bed sharing AU’s

taken of pinterest!

characters in question: kiyoomi sakusa, miya atsumu, kenma kozume, suna rintaro, tobio kageyama, kuroo tetsuro, akaashi keiji

kiyoomi sakusa - the “you have too much nightmares, let me try this method on you”

When you look at Sakusa, you wouldn’t guess any of his weaknesses... well except for one maybe

He always speaks so confidently, if he doesn’t feel secure, he just doesn’t speak

So even if you’ve been their manager for... several years, you still know as much about this man’s weaker sides as if you met him yesterday, or even less. 

The surprise on your face when you binge watched a series at night, and you suddenly felt the scream definitely coming from outside your headphones was indescribable 

Was the room next to yours... Sakusa’s?

you thought nothing of it, but night after night, you heard a lot more, you heard crying, ventilating, calling out random names, and finally you decided that not only is this interrupting your sleep, it’s not healthy for the wing spiker either

come on, the next day is game day, he has to be on his best abilities 

nobody wants to deal with grumpy kiyoomi, nobody has the guts

so you remember a method your friend has told you about that their s/o uses on them 

it took a lot of courage, but there you are, about to knock on his door... 

Sakusa flinched hearing knocks on his door. That definitely wasn’t just a comeback from a dream. Someone’s knocking on his door. Was he being too loud? Did he wake someone up? He prays that it’s just someone wanting something, even if it’s around 2AM, and who on earth would want someone at 2AM. 

Normally he would’ve been pissed off, but now he wished for this scenario to come true. 

He put on a hoodie before opening the door, since it was cold outside the sheets, besides, who wants to see him in his underwear, right? Especially if it’s marvel themed-

The look on his face when he sees his crush on the other side of the door is priceless. He can practically feel his face going all red. 

“Can I help you?” he clears his throat and says lazily, pretending to be annoyed by the fact you allegedly woke him up, even though the tears still flow down his cheeks. 

“No, but I can help you” you say, just as embarrassed as he is, and it doesn’t help when he raises his eyebrows like that, so you quickly add “That is, if you like, please feel comfortable to tell me to piss off if I’m being too much, but I have a friend with a problem simmilar to yours and I just...”

“Okay, I’m listening” he interrupts, causing you to look up at him. 

When you explain the idea to him, he’s more than pessimistic, he’s laughing in your face, mumbling something about how he thanks you for your concern, but... 

You took the opportunity that you’re both sitting on his bed, and just lay on your back. 

“Come on, just try” 

“No!” he answers almost immediately, but, as he’s also a man of logic... 

He really has to be on his best tomorrow, and you’re his only hope at the moment. He reluctantly lays down next to you, and your hand guides his face near your neck. 

“Fine, but only so you stop with this idea already. It’s not gonna work.”

You’re both extremely out of your comfort zones, but you’re slowly adjusting. You feel him nuzzle closer, and your hair just instinctly lands in his hair, curling one little curl on your finger. 

His showergel smells amazing, by the way. It puts you to sleep instantly, but you know you can’t be the one to pass out first. After a while of silence, you ask him if his trial run has expired already, but there’s no response. His breath evens out, and you’re too afraid to stir away far enough to check if his eyes are closed. 

“Kiyoomi? Are you asleep?” you ask, but again, there’s no response. 

Oh well. 

The next morning he’s so embarrassed that the idiotic idea worked, he can’t even look you in the eyes at breakfast. 

atsumu miya as “you’ve been so dejected lately i feel too bad to leave you alone at night” 

He didn’t ask for this at all, but yet you ended up being his roommate. 

A roommate who was recently going through an extemely tough time. 

Seriously, even he feels bad seeing you all in tears all the time, mindless look and not paying attention to anything

Even though you weren’t each other’s favorite people in the world before, you ended up getting closer over the fact that he was the only one to see you at the worst moments

You hated that, but what can you do, there’s no safer place to cry in than your dorm

And even though he kinda made fun of it at first, the longer it kept going, the more concerned he’d get

It got to a point where he literally wouldn’t leave you alone 

While still pretending not to like you, of course

Have you eaten? Have you drank something? Have you even left your bed today? How long did you sleep last night? Not at all? You idiot, start taking care of yourself. 

You dumbass, you dummy, you moron, you absolute fricking mess

Some of your friends consider him your boyfriend, judging from the messages you get from him

“Dummy, there’s a granola bar in your bag, better eat it” “Hey idiot, I had to run to practice early today. Are you feeling less shitty than yesterday?” 

He noticed that, as it is logical, your mood proggressively gets worse as you get tired 

And that you actually learned how to cry without sobbing so you don’t wake him up, how thoughtful of you

Well your mistake, now you have an 80kg volleyball player over you. 

“Atsu, what’re you doing?” you ask in a tired voice, covering your face with a pillow. 

“You’re crying.” he states bluntly, staring at you like a four-year-old. 

“Observant, are we?”

“Hey. Dumbass. You didn’t cry for so long already, what happened?” he whispers, sitting by your side, and you can’t mumble words, feeling so ashamed you want to disappear. You fall on your back and pretend not to notice the question. 

He sighs audiably. 

“Alright then, just know you brought this on yourself” he states, and before you can ask why, he’s already laying beside you. 

“W-what’re you doing?” you scream-whisper, right into his blonde hair, and he shivers at the feeling. 

“I’m comforting you, isn’t it obvious, you moron?” he hisses. “Although, I can see my mistake now” he states, and you think he’s gonna go back to his own bed, but no, he grabs you by the waist and rolls over, so now you lay on top of him, flustered as ever, thankful for the light being off, at least he doesn’t see your tomato-like face. 

“But- Atsumu, please go to your own bed” you plea, but he shakes his head, eyes already closed. 

“Nu-uh” he answers “Yours is more comfy, anyway” he jokes, making you chuckle through the tears. 

He puts his hand on the back of your head and puts it on his chest. 

“Goodnight, dipshit” he whispers, and you manage to fall alseep listening to the steady beat of his heart. 

No tears, he’d feel them anyway. 

kenma kozume as “the heater broke and i’m cold as hell, can you come here?”

this should not have happened

the guy looks miserable

but, you see, he’s doesn’t have the biggest amount of muscles in his body, his not as ripped as his highschool friends

body fat? also no, he’s a skinny, fairly tall boy who gets cold really easily

for real, he’s wearing a hoodie at all times, and in winter, he looks like a shell of himself

so you’re over at Kuroo’s house on a New Year’s party

the party ended like an hour ago, everyone is asleep

(Lev’s gonna be so dead when Yaku wakes up and finds the tall guy’s head on his stomach) 

you’re almost sound asleep in Kuroo’s guest bedroom, so gracefully given to you by the host

the only other person in the room is Kenma, who originally slept in Kuroo’s room together with his best friend, but got annoyed by the weird questions him and Bokuto kept asking

so he asked you if he can sleep on the couch in the room 

why wouldn’t you say yes? 

earlier that night Kuroo burnt pizza in the oven, so you all opened almost every window in the house to get the smell to leave

and kinda forgot to close the ones in the bedrooms

but no worries, you have a radiator

...right? 

why is the radiator set on the highest temperature and still stone cold? 

well, doesn’t matter, you can just wrap yourself in the heavy sheets

Kenma, on the other hand, only has a small blanket

And since it’s a party, he’s wearing a shirt, not a hoodie 

The boy’s freezing 

“Hey, are you asleep?” you hear a very quiet whisper coming from the couch. 

“Thought you’re here cause you couldn’t stand the chit-chat, Kenma?” you ask with a grin on your face. 

“Yeah, right. Sorry.” he mumbles and you hear him shift in his spot, visibly annoyed by the circummstances. There’s a moment of silence, in which he can feel his face almost burn down from embarrassment. 

Oh, my god, you sound like you’re annoyed with him here. Areyou? Come on, tell him you aren’t. He should just let you sleep. 

But does he really want to spend the rest of his night feeling his feet hurt from cold? Fuck, Kuroo, you and your stupid pizza. 

He gets up, tightly wrapped in his blanket, and checks the radiator. 

“It’s definitely broke” he sighs, touching the cold surface, and turns back to the couch, falling on it face down, letting out a groan. 

You giggle at his action, and he opens his eyes immediately, hearing the sound of your voice. 

“Kenma... I offered you the bed once already, it’s warmer” you start, but he raises his hand and shakes it in a disagreeing gesture. 

“No no, please, don’t worry” he mumbles against the couch, trying to ignore the, ironically, burning sensation in his legs. Is this a bedroom or is this Antarctica?

“Oh, come on” you say, opening the sheets. “We don’t want you to freeze, do we now?” 

Oh my god, what did you do. There’s so much thoughts racing through his mind right now. Should he do it? It sounds so nice... But should he really?

Fuck it, he thinks, you’re offering, he can’t turn down an offer from you. 

He lazily walks over to the bad and lays down next to you, at a reasonable distance, only to hear you laugh again. He spares you an annoyed glance, and you shake your head slightly, rolling over next to him, covering him with the sheets you have wrapped around yourself so tightly, and using his chest as a pillow. 

Hold on, that’s not what he signed up for. Why are you... How...? 

He hesitantly and gently puts his arm around you, relaxing his body, the scent of your shampoo making him slightly dizzy. 

Please don’t notice how fast his heart is racing. This is fine. It doesn’t mean anything, he can promise. 

rintaro suna as “hey dude, i hear cuddling helps you sleep, wanna try?”

the most chill person out there 

literally you would never have guessed how nervous he was before asking you 

it’s  just another week, another game and another hotel you are all staying in 

and fate is definitely on his side today, since his bedroom is literally next door to yours

he got to your door and left without doing anything about three times before he eventually decided to be a man and knock

has a master plan in his mind

he’s gonna show you a website with an article about how cuddling (allegedly) makes you sleep better 

and he’s just gonna be so causal about it 

he’s just gonna knock, put on an emotionless smirk and ask you, just like he always does

but here’s the think, he’s not so chill on the outside

“how should I call them? their name? a pet name? bro? no, too much” 

but, he does end up knocking 

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” you turn your head to the door to see a figure of Suna in only his underwear and an oversize t-shirt with the logo of some metal band. 

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” you ask, voice hoarse as you were already drifting off. 

“I read this super cool thing, wanna see?” he seems not to mind your comment, as he walks over to your bed and practically throws himself beside you, not minding you laying there, shoving his phone in your hands. 

“... help you fall asleep in just three minutes...” you’re mumbling under your breath as you read the headline. “Rin, this sounds so fake” you laugh, falling back on your pillows, as he sighs. 

“I wanna try, and it’s either you or Kita, and he gives me serial killer vibes” he mutters, earning yet another serie of laughter from you. 

But seeing the serious hint in his eyes, you lift your hands in surrendering gesture. 

“Go on with it, Mr Romantic” you state, watching in amusement as he groans at the comment and burries his face in your pillow. 

You’re sure this is him considering this mission a failed one and giving up, but then he looks up 

“Well, are you coming?” he asks completely serious, and you have nothing left to do than hug him and settle your face in the crook of his neck, not minding as his breathing lifts your hair from time to time and tingles your skin. 

Can someone feel your blush through their skin? You surely hope not. 

tobio kageyama as the almighty “the hotel room has only one king size bed and we need to share”

He never would’ve thought his teammates would betray him like this

What the hell do they mean there’s only two people rooms available and they’re all in pairs already

Honestly, primary school all over again

ugh

His perfectly happy to be sleeping alone, when he finds out you’re his roommate

this is fine tobio, don’t freak out

well he’s composed about it

a little bit of a “tch” and “well I guess there’s nothing we can do about it”

internally he’s a little girl now, but you never would’ve guessed judging by the annoyed grimace on his face

because how does it matter if you’re sleeping in the same room, it’s not like he was planning to run around naked, right?

it all changes once you press the card to open the room, and when he so gentleman-like lets you enter first, you find out there’s only one, big, king sized bed for couples exclusively

the only thing missing are rose petals and candles prepared for newlyweds

you try so so hard not to burst out laughing

when he enters, he becomes as white as the walls around

he can’t process this, what the fu-

bet he’s spending hours at the reception desk explaining it’s a huge mistake

unfortunately, these were the only rooms left, sorry not sorry, you’re sleeping together

and that brings you to the situation you’re in currently

He’s almost over the edge of making a wall of pillows between you two. You can’t help but feel a tiny bit offended by it, but you know he’s probably just super hyper embarrassed.

“Yama, who don’t you trust, me, or yourself?” you ask with a proud grin painting your lips as you sit on your side, sheets tucked around your waist, back rested on the wall behind you.

He gives you an annoyed glance, before answering:

“It’s not that”

Once he says that, he proceeds to somehow nestle himself in, but he looks like one of those dolls that come with a bedroom furnishing, almost lifeless, resting on his back with hands straight down his body, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Relax, will you?” you giggle “You have a game tomorrow, grumpy face”

He rolls his eyes.

You shake your head and turn off the light, mumbling a quiet goodnight, as you turn to your side and place a hand under your head, back facing Kageyama.

Well, this is gonna be a long night, or so you think, up until he falls asleep.

You can physically feel him move around, and you think that’s what’s keeping you awake.

It takes a while for you to realize the star valley ball player is getting unconsciously closer, up until you can feel his breath on your neck.

Ironically enough, it’s you who’s all stiff and nervous now, when suddenly you feel his arm go around your waist.

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me” you mutter, but he shifts dangerously when you speak, so you have to give up side commentary.

You decided to tease him just a bit. He’s the one who’s gonna be flustered when he wakes up, you’re on a winning side by being awake.

You smile to yourself before shifting your body closer to his. He sighs contently, almost making you laugh.

Oh how you want him to wake up and see already.

tetsuro kuroo as “we fell asleep on the couch together and now my hand is in your hair and you’re breathing directly on my neck”

you’re over studying, or just helping him with something

the point is, you were working all day

at some point he suggests getting pizza

hell yeah, pizza

you order a little bit too much of it, but since you both are suckers for pizza, nobody can back up first

and as you know, people tend to get sleepy after they eat too much

he has a wide couch, so you can both lay beside each other without having to lay ON each other

and as you tend to get a little bit sleepy, you both shift to lay down instead of sitting, still focused on the work, though 

you don’t know why, you don’t know how but it just happens that you fall asleep

you obviously don’t see what happens after that, but Kuroo notices you asleep when he asks you multiple questions and you repeatedly don’t answer, he got it like around question number 4

“Lazy much, huh, sleeping beauty?” he mutters to himself, but smiles unconsciously as he glances at your stoic face 

and as if that subconsciously impacted his brain, soon enough he can’t find it in himself to keep his eyes open as well. 

Kuroo wakes up to an annoying pain in his neck, causing him to hiss and automatically  want to place his hand on the place that ached. Whoops, did he fall asleep on the couch again? Oh well, didn’t he have work to do? 

He lifts his hand as he wanted to, but suddenly he feels something shift beneath it, and when he looks down to see you, with your head rested on his chest, breathing slowly, a peaceful smile on your face. 

Your legs are tangled with his in some unexplicable manner, and as the man of logic he so obviously is, he can’t even begin to understand how that happened. 

Especially why his hand feels so in place, holding you by the waist, closer to himself, and the other one lost somewhere in your hair. 

You shift your head slightly up, and sigh contently, now breathing directly on the exposed part of his neck. He somehow manages to not shiver at the tingling sensation, getting more and more flustered by the second. 

His heart rate inscreases drastically, making him realize he’s stressed like he’d never been before, as he tries to make up his mind about whether to wake you up, gently push you off and let you rest, or maybe stay in place. 

He feels attracted to the last one, but knows it’d only be unfair to you. 

But you could wake up if he moved you, and you had a long day, after all... 

Maybe he’s gonna let you stay there. Not for long, only five... more... minutes...

keiji akashi as “you’re staying over at my place, you take the bed, i’ll sleep on the floor. no, really, i’m comfortable on the floor. GEEZ FINE we’ll both take the bed, ya happy now?

You wanna know what got you in this situation huh

well, you were over for dinner, but it started raining really heavily 

like, really really heavily

and akaashi being the sweetheart that he is, can’t let you go home like that

it’s a long way to the train station, you’re gonna get sick, and what if there’s a traffic accident? he can’t have that

(he just wants to spend more time with you but shh about that) 

doesn’t matter how hard you try to convince him you’re gonna be fine. you’re staying and that’s final 

it’s cute, he’s cute when he’s worried 

well that brings you to where you are currently, already after your shower, dressed in one of akaashi’s t-shirts, oh this feels so couple-ish 

you wait for him to finish with his night time routine in his room, admiring all the posters and childhood pictures he has

he has the first ever selfie bokuto took with him framed 

when he comes back, that’s when the problems start

“Alright, well, let’s get some sleep, you can take my bed, and I’ll take the floor

And that’s what brings us to the guilt rising in your stomach as you settle in the guy’s sheets, inhaling the heavy scent of his shampoo from the pillow under your head. It’s his house, his bed, and yet he’s sleeping on the floor like some random guest. You’re the random guest here, you can’t help but feel like you’re crashing at his place against his will, and you’re making him uncomfortable.

“ ‘Kaashi?” you whisper, making his eyes open wide to see the dark ceiling of his room. There’s silence for a moment, and then he shifts to turn on the light once more.

“Yeah?” he sighs, bringing one hand up to his face to rub his eyes, unable to open them properly because of the sudden flush of light.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep on the bed?” you ask shyly, making him chuckle as he shakes his head.

“Yes, yes I’m sure. Goodnight” he states gently, turning on the light once again. This is gonna be a long night, he thinks.

You cannot catch your sleep. Damn it, damn your altruism and all that shit.

“Akaashi no, I can’t-“ you’re cut of by the sound of him laughing.

“Oh my god. Fine. If I move to the bed, will you sleep already?” he whines quietly, and seeing you nod in the dark, he gets up and picks up his pillow.

You get off the bed, wanting to swap places with him, but are held back by his hand.

“No, if you sleep on the floor, i won’t be able to close my eyes even for a second” he forbids gently, moving you back to where you were previously laying.

Oh boy, you both think, this is awkward, but the warmth of his body pressed next to yours makes it hard to be mad at him for stopping you from leaving.

This is gonna be a long night indeed.

[beyondspaceandstars]

While You Sleep

Chapter 12

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: kidnapping, violence Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

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“They couldn’t take that from me. They could never take you.”

“I never want to bring you pain or worry, okay? That shouldn’t be what… we do.”

Bucky’s words rang in your head as you sat in the lonesome cell, fighting for release any way you thought to try. But naturally, these attempts of wrangling yourself out of this had fallen flat and you weren’t trying anymore, that’s for certain. It only made the restraints dig into your wrists more. Not to mention you were beyond tired hitting a point of exhaustion that you didn't know was possible. You weren’t given a chance to relax as you sat on edge, waiting. Waiting for what - or really who - you didn’t quite know. 

Sure, you had an Avenger for a soulmate (at least, that was what you considered Bucky, despite his humbleness) but you weren’t exactly up to date on their enemies. From your understanding, between the looks of the facility and your soulmate’s history, this was seeming like the work of Hydra. But they had been abolished...right? Apparently, you didn’t know anymore and doubts rang in your head as you feared you weren’t some random victim.

The first signs of daylight were just beginning to peek into your cell from a very tiny, thin window located near the top of the wall beside you.

Suddenly, a grumbling voice called from outside the cell. “She’s up.” You whipped your head towards the sound, just barely able to make out a figure illuminated by the early morning glow. There was probably some comment to make to whoever this was about how you hadn’t really slept but you couldn’t find your voice at the moment.

“Excellent.” A deeper, possibly older, voice called from down the hall. The man sounded way too excited for your liking. Your stomach threatened to empty its contents as heavy footsteps began making their way towards your cell.

When the steps stopped, you tried squinting through the minimal light but still couldn’t make out much of either man. If you had to guess, they looked like some doctors of sorts in long lab coats with notebooks in hand. One thing you definitely could tell was that they didn’t hesitate to stare back. You could feel their eyes taking you in over and over again making your heart pound in a weirdly familiar way.

“Does she speak?” The first man asked with a humorless scoff. You twisted in your wrist restraints wishing for some courage to get up and maybe put space between you. 

Mustering a scrap of energy, you turned away from the men, hoping maybe your matted hair falling in your face could block them out forever. Because really, couldn’t this be forever? How would anyone know what happened? Your best bet was your coworker noticing your absence but then you thought of Bucky… He was away for now and by the time he caught wind who knows what would be of you. Tears began welling in your eyes at the thought of this being it for you -- whatever this was. You still weren’t sure what about you compelled these men to kidnap you in the middle of the night.

“Hey,” the same voice called out to you this time, pulling you from your troubling thoughts. Slowly, you turned back to him, taking in more of the doctor (fake, you guessed) persona now. “I asked if you speak.”

“No,” you grumbled. You didn’t know where this smart response came from but it made you feel a bit better like you were coming back to yourself. Really, though, you were in no position to start getting smart with anyone.

He let out a joyous laugh that sent far more fear through you. “The Soldier’s soulmate has an attitude, huh?”

Soldier? Bucky. Your heart panged at another thought of him. If that’s who they were referring to, this was to be about Bucky, you realized. These men knew him and whatever connection was festered there, it hadn't fizzled and you were caught in the crossfire. This actually couldn’t be them… But it looked like it.

Suddenly, the cell door opened with a loud screech, and the two men walked into the full glory of the morning sunrise. There, on their white coats, you saw an emblem of what appeared to be some tentacle-bearing creature. Your suspicions were regrettably confirmed. 

They walked towards you, their eyes looking over you as if you were an experiment and they were memorizing you. With fear racing through you, you slowly began scooting backward trying to get as far away as you could. Your back eventually hit a wall and they just kept coming. 

“Quite the squeamish one for being chained to The Soldier,” the second man observed, writing something down in his notebook. You could see now that he was much older, having that wiser look in his older years. You guessed he was a leader of sorts (at least, that was how you were going to file him in your head) and the other man, the one who was so kind to comment on your attitude, was some kind of assistant. You couldn’t take your eyes off the logo on their coats as it was practically screaming in your face. It all felt impossible and yet here you were, in the belly of the beast.

“W-What am I doing here?” You asked, your voice scratchy and nervous. Honestly, you were just glad you had the guts to make any noise. The assistant looked a bit humored at your question.

“Wow, she speaks full sentences,” he commented with an unsettling smirk. 

The “leader” of the pair shot him a look before turning back to speak to you. “We have some observing to do, my dear,” he briefly explained.

The vagueness of it all was certainly not helping you - like anything realistically could in this moment. Still, you pursued it. “Observing?”

He hummed in response, turning back for a moment to write a few more lines in the notebook. Truthfully, you wanted to just kick it out of his fucking hand. Your eyes flicked quickly to the assistant but he wasn’t handing out any hints, just looking at you like you were something to be conquered. Oh, how you wanted to vomit on their shiny dress shoes.

“I will explain our intentions to ease your mind,” he snapped his notebook shut, “but first, you are to be moved.”

And just like, as if his words were keys, a hoard of men entered the cell and hoisted you to your feet. You tried kicking and screaming but they were strong. Maybe too strong. A strength you possibly could only recall in two other men you knew. But you didn’t have time to dwell on it as they corralled you easily and forced you down the hall. 

Everything was dark again. There was no light from the windows in the hall, just some musty glows of lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling. You didn’t know where to look so you just stared downward, taking in the metal flooring that made you chilled.

After turning a few corners, you were brought to a much larger cell. This one at least had a chair, but you didn’t think it was exactly a nice grand gesture as your eyes landed on the restraints attached to it. The second thing you noticed was some sort of computer-like machine and rolling tables which lined the side. If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve thought this was just another medical office. 

You yelped as one of the large men threw you on the chair, not giving you a second to even adjust before your hands were unbound only to be rebound by the chair’s restraints.  You tugged a bit at them out of reflex, finding them as sturdy as expected. Your legs were free, though, maybe offering some tactic but exhaustion and fear overtook you.

Once they deemed you settled in, the army of men left, walking in line as commandingly as they had entered. The leader and his assistant stayed, waiting for you three to finally be alone once more. The door shut with a disturbing bang, really sealing your fate. The assistant stayed off to the side, leaning against a wall adjacent to the chair. The leader walked over to you, taking a seat on some rolling stool. Wow, these guys really thought they were serious professionals or something.

“I hope the trip here was okay,” the leader said with a chuckle. “Comfortable?” He motioned towards your lounging state. You blinked. “I see we are losing that attitude. What a shame, really. I’m sure your soulmate loves a firecracker.” Your body visibly tensed at the mention of Bucky. The elderly man didn’t miss it. In fact, it seemed like you unintentionally gave him the perfect segue into his whole evil spiel.

“Ah, yes, your soulmate.” The leader nodded as if he had just forgotten all about it. “Well, you see, the fact he even has one was news to us,” he shrugged and glanced at his assistant who nodded in confirmation. “We were sure when we wiped him we were wiping everything, so imagine our surprise when we find out he’s out and about dancing - with you on his arm.” 

Your throat tightened as the memories of you and Bucky at the dance hall flooded your mind. It had been so busy that night you never would’ve thought you’d have to worry about someone… It sounded so ludicrous to you. You almost wish he hadn’t said it as the thoughts of that night were suddenly a bit darker. The carelessness you two had held seemed foolish now. 

The leader watched you carefully. When you didn’t say anything in response, just blinked away more tears, he continued, “At first, we were quite angry we had missed something so big. We could’ve sworn we broke every attachment time after time but, as I said, you just swept The Soldier right off his feet. So, naturally, our sights were set on eliminating you.” He let out a ridiculous hearty laugh. “But then my assistant here,” the man in the corner waved in response, “realized that that would be a waste. There could be potential here for you. For you and your soulmate. Potential rooted in a team. Two unbreakable soldiers, both in bond and skills. What more could Hydra want?” 

You gasped, your eyes growing wide, at the explanation. You didn’t know what to do now, your body had a mind of its own as it began shaking your head furiously as your wrists tugged and tugged at the restraints. This wasn’t realistic. They were absolutely mad. What kind of foolishness was this? They couldn’t possibly -

“Now, now,” the leader chuckled and turned to his notebook. He began checking referencing stuff from the monitor to the paper. “Don’t get too excited. We’re still brainstorming the whole concept and while it’s not near execution, it is on the promising side. There is, though, a vital component we seem to be lacking: your soulmate.”

Bucky… Your heart felt like it was going to rip itself out of your chest. Was he walking into a trap? Assuming he was walking in at all? Who was to say he had any idea of what was going on with you? How long could this all be for… You let out a surprising sob.

The leader responded to your outburst with an annoyed scoff. “There’s no reason to cry, dear. He’s sure to be here soon thanks to that little bond you have. If he hasn’t already recognized your distress by now, well, he’s not as smart as we thought.” He shrugged and began typing away on the monitor’s keyboard. “The whole attachment may all work out in our favor after all. Eventually, you two will be reunited, and won’t that be just lovely?”

Truthfully, you didn’t know anymore. You had no doubt in Bucky’s fighting abilities but these guys were… Well, they were pretty much responsible for him and everything you had seen him be put through. Who knows what they could do if (and when) he walked through those doors. You were lucky you hadn’t passed out yet from this anxiety alone.

“Besides, as I said, it’s all later down the line anyway,” the leader said. It had suddenly occurred to you at that moment that you were very glad he hadn’t given out his name. You couldn’t imagine humanizing these monsters. “For now, though, we are interested in learning more about you. I’ll be honest, on paper you are quite boring. Barely finished high school, left college for a coffee shop job… The pairing is almost comical. We just can’t figure out what you offer him and while, really, who are we to question Fate? But I still think in time we can figure out...well, whatever it is about you.”

You shook your head slowly, your eyes barely even able to focus on him anymore. Everything in you felt so heavy. “I’m not special.” 

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong,” the leader chuckled. “He makes you special.”

As if on cue, a chorus of screams erupted from the hallway. You all jumped and turned towards the door. There was a little window on it but all you three could see were the bodies of the army of men from earlier flying about. 

“Sooner than we expected,” the leader mumbled and began furiously typing something into the computer.

You didn’t know what to do besides sit there and wait for whatever was coming. Deep in you, you knew it was Bucky, you could feel it. You could feel him. But there was also a part of you that could also sense… rage. A very familiar, unsettling rage burned within him. It made you wonder if you actually wanted to see him in such a state. Some sick piece of you wished they had just knocked you out. 

There wasn’t much more time to consider what you were going to do as the door to the cell was ripped off. Literally, fully, ripped away at the hinges to reveal a very determined, very angry, Bucky. He had an expression you didn’t recall seeing before, even in the nightmares. He looked ready to murder everything in its path but there was no calculated strategy to the madness. It seemed to be just him and his pure desire to eliminate anything and everything. His eyes were locked deadly on the older man, seemingly opting to ignore you. The assistant had begun shifting further away into the corner of the space.

“So nice of you to join us,” the leader said with an unsettling laugh. “I’ll admit, we weren’t expecting you so soon. I barely got a chance to get to know your little darling here.” He motioned towards you. 

“I’m only going to ask this once,” Bucky finally spoke, his voice strained, “let her go.”

The leader smiled, “I’m not sure you’ll be asking for anything in a moment, anyways.” He motioned towards the computer. You and Bucky followed his motion with matching bewildered expressions. “In fact, I think you’ll be the one doing what I ask.”

Bucky’s eyes widened. “No-,” 

But it was already set in motion. With a simple press of a button, the room filled with an electronic voice repeating a series of words in a foreign language. You looked around, unsure of where this could even be coming from and what the hell was being said, Your eyes eventually settled on Bucky who looked completely… lost. You gripped the sides of the chair, begging for this to just be over, as you watched that was so familiar. You could feel the memories rising from the depths of your brain. Hidden away, nearly suppressed... You gasped. The nightmares. That’s what all this was. They had pulled the trigger. 

As much as you loved and trusted Bucky, you couldn’t say the same for the other guy. If in that state, could he even recognize you? Like, fully understand your role? You didn’t want to find out, truly. The panic that was settling in now was unlike anything you had experienced that day. Not even the idea of Hydra goons kidnapping you had sparked this much within. 

You were preparing yourself for the worst as you watched Bucky try to shake it off. The leader wore a proud expression while the assistant kept his lonely distance, watching everything unfold. Suddenly, Bucky began mumbling to himself as his hands made hard fists. You thought the blow was finally coming and he was going to be gone. Just like that.

But then Bucky lunged. In one swift move, he pounced on the leader, taking everyone in the room off-guard, especially the target of the aggression. The older man hadn’t even had a chance to put his arms up before your soulmate was punching him relentlessly. Bucky’s yelling in the process was of pure, expressive anger, completely drowning out the screams of pain from the leader. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to look away so badly but you were also hypnotized. Bucky was so determined and unwavering in whatever goal was planted in his head. A bit thankful someone would go to such lengths for you, you had had enough of such danger in your sleep - you didn’t want it in your reality. 

Bucky switched suddenly to strangling the man and that seemed to be the final straw for the leader’s life. The older man was soon just a lifeless, limp body on the floor. Bucky was still knelt above him, watching the soul drain from his victim. Your jaw went slack. You couldn’t turn this off.

The assistant didn’t help it as he made some foolish break for the exit but Bucky was just as fast. In a couple of determined strides, Bucky yanked the younger man back by the neck and threw him into the wall creating an artistic indentation. The assistant fell to the floor with a chilling thud. 

There was no one left for his sights to land on except for you. Slowly, Bucky turned around. A shiver ran up your spine when your eyes finally met. You didn’t know who was standing before you. Whatever or whoever this was quickly began stomping their way towards you. You shut your eyes and flinched away, waiting for a painful, finishing blow from the Soldier. 

But it never came. 

Instead, all Bucky did was lean over to turn off the speakers and then began untying your wrists. Hesitantly, you turned to look at him but found he wouldn’t look at you, just was intensely concentrated on the restraints. 

“B-Bucky?” Your voice was scratchy as you fumbled over his name. 

“It’s me, doll,” Bucky responded with an exhausted sigh. He sounded normal to you, his demeanor not even looking close to what you remembered from the nightmares. He… He was okay. Bucky still wasn’t looking at you as he finished one restraint then went on the next.

“You’re not…”

Bucky shook his head. “Everything’s okay,” he mumbled. “We’re getting you out of here.”

“We?”

“The team is outside handling the other men.”

“You all came for me?”

Bucky finally looked up at you. For the first time, you could see just how tired he looked. A man nearly on the brink of defeat and enduring the fight. Your heart ached as all you wanted to do was crawl into his arms and take the longest naps of your lives. 

“Of course, sweetheart,” Bucky nodded. Gently, after the last restraint was undone, he picked you up bridal style. You threw your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder, letting yourself relax and the tears flow. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled but Bucky didn’t respond as he carried you out of the facility

***

You must’ve fallen asleep because a few hours later you awoke at some sort of compound. You were lying in what appeared to be a hospital bed but nothing about this place looked like a typical hospital. The technology was too advanced and everything just seemed too quiet. You looked around, letting your eyes adjust to the bright light of the sun shining in from the large room windows. In the corner, you were greeted by the sight of Bucky sleeping awkwardly in a chair.

You twisted in the bed, trying to get more comfortable under the blanket. The super-soldier hearing must’ve kicked in because one ruffle of the blanket made Bucky’s eyes shoot open. He looked at you, panic shifting to relief when he saw you were awake. Quickly, in a few steps, he was out of the chair and at your bedside. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly. His hand went to touch your cheek but he must've thought better of it and instead lowered it. Your heart broke a bit wondering what self-deprecating thoughts were running through his brain after everything he had to do. 

“I’m okay. Just a bit sore,” you shrugged but boy was it the hard truth. You hadn't been in a comfortable position in hours and endured being thrown around like some rag doll. 

“Do you need any medicine?” Bucky asked, his voice suddenly having an air of panic to it. “I can call for help if you need it. Are you hungry? Do you need water? Or -  Or just anything to drink? I can get you-,”

“Bucky…” You placed your hand on his to calm down. He flinched at your touch. “I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

He shook his head. “Nothing is fine, sweetheart. You were taken from me-,” Bucky cut himself off as his eyes began welling with tears. He looked wrecked as he stared down at you, taking in your current state. You felt the pain, wanting nothing more than to make all these torturing thoughts vanish. “You… You saw things that I just… I never wanted you to deal with-,”

“It’s over.” You took a deep breath. “I’m here, I’m safe, and you’re with me.”

Bucky closed his eyes as if preparing for something. “After what happened back there, do you even want me around anymore?”

Your jaw went slack at his question. Sure, there was absolutely no denying that the events of today scared you, most likely more than you realized. You had only seen Bucky that determined and violent in your nightmares so to see it just steps away was jarring. But you also knew nothing changed within him. He wasn’t a robot or anything. He wasn’t someone just taking commands. He had remorse. You certainly couldn’t say the same for who greeted you in your sleep. It may take you some time to adjust, sure, but you weren’t turning away. At least, you were going to try not to. Healing was just beginning.

“Of course, I do,” you said, raising your other hand to Bucky’s cheek. At first, he flinched but slowly he leaned into the touch, sighing like he was letting go of something. “Bucky, what happened back there… You had no choice. I don’t have to tell you that those were some very, very bad people. They had it coming and the fact you went to those lengths to save me is unbelievable.”

“I’d go to the ends of the Earth for my girl,” Bucky admitted. 

You let out a weak giggle. “Thank you.” A pause. “May I ask how you figured out I was in trouble?”

Bucky smirked. “I had a nightmare.”

You raised your brows in surprise. “A nightmare?”

He nodded, “I started to feel weird after leaving for the mission like there was something I was missing. A little later on, I was taking a nap and you of course appeared but it was unlike any other dream I had ever had about you. It was… You were scared, deathly afraid of something, and then I saw what was going on. I practically watched it all play out from your apartment and on. It didn’t take too long to put everything together.”

You hmm’d. “Thank God for nightmares.”

Bucky chuckled and placed a light kiss on your forehead. “Thank God for nightmares,” he repeated in agreement.

[professorspork]

Remembering your masterclass of a mini-fic made me think of Ruby finding the tip of Crocea Mors after, operating on the blissful misunderstanding that Cinder stole her friend's soul in two and broke it in two killing Penny and. God her whole friendship with Jaune was built on oversharing about weapons and making his feel like more than just a hand-me-down, and now that memory is, in bloody pieces.

(Well if you’re going to bandy about compliments like masterclass I’m gonna just lose my mind completely and continue it, even if that means only barely addressing the thing you actually brought up. Sorry about that. And it’s possible that neither of us knows what “blissful” means.)--

It takes the better part of an hour to coax Ruby away from Penny’s body.

(Or at least, Blake thinks it does. It’s a little hard know for sure, because time is weird here. Like when you get lost in a good book and suddenly look up and realize you’re sitting in the dark because the sun went down without you noticing, only somehow in reverse-- the shock coming not from the passage of time, but from the nagging sense that it refuses to. There’s a stillness here that makes her teeth ache; makes the hair on her upper arms prickle like she’s being watched.)

She doesn’t know what to say. There’s nothing she can say, nothing that can make it better, and she knows that, but. She’s never felt quite so unequal to a task in her life. She’s not Ruby, with her usually-boundless optimism and hope; she’s not Weiss, all aggressive support and unexpected insight; she’s not--

She’s not---

(She’s not thinking about Yang, she’s not, because if she lets herself the thought will consume her, and it won’t leave room for anything else. She can’t fall apart. Ruby needs her, and Yang would want her to take care of Ruby. So that’s what Blake’s going to do.)

But everything she can think of to say feels hollow and cruel. What can they do? Bury her, in this place time’s forsaken? Promise to come back for her, as though escape is possible? The last time Ruby was this miserable, at Schnee Manor with Yang-- 

--(don’t think about Yang)--

-- well. Blake hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but her ears are sensitive. And thinking back on it now, it’s nothing anyone said that snapped Ruby out of her spiral. It was breaking glass and Jaune’s boots on the stairs; it was the thought that--  

That Penny needed her.

“Ruby, we have to keep going,” she says softly. Rubbing at the nape of Ruby’s neck the way her mom used to, when Blake was young and couldn’t sleep after a nightmare. 

As though there’s any waking up from this.

“I can’t.”

“I know it’s hard, but we have to, we--”

“I can’t. I-- I c-can’t find any more bodies, Blake. I can’t.”

(Blake knows what it feels like, to be impaled. This is worse.)

“We w--” (She swallows back her won’t. She doesn’t want to lie.) “I’m alive. You’re alive. If anyone else fell after us, they might be-- I mean at the very least, Yang’s probably--”

“I know,” Ruby interrupts-- not testy, exactly, just simple and clear. “No offense, but if I thought Yang were dead, I wouldn’t-- I mean, I couldn’t--”

Blake can relate to that feeling, too. She squeezes Ruby’s shoulder, hoping it comes across as reassuring instead of like the needy grasp for her own reassurance it really is. “Then let’s go find her.”

“But I...” Ruby looks mournfully back down at Penny’s body; at the way her own is now covered in Penny’s blood, from clinging to her so tight.

The question’s out of Blake’s mouth before she can really consider what it is she’s offering:

“Do you want me to carry her? Take her with us?”

(She would do it, if Ruby asked her to. Gladly. She’s done it before; she’s stronger than she looks.)

The question seems to take Ruby aback; knocks a little bit of life back into her vacant gaze. “No, I-- no. Thank you. We should... let her rest. She never got to--” Tears gather again at the corners of her eyes, but she holds them off, this time. “-- I always told her she never understood the glory of naps. I bet she was looking forward to that.”

It’s a horrifying thought, really, but it’s the best they have. So they pick themselves up, and off they go-- Ruby casting forlorn glances over her shoulder every few steps, but always, always moving forward.

They travel along the tree line, so they’ve got eyes on the beach and the forest at once. Occasionally they call names-- arbitrary, hopeless, unsure of who might be down here with them-- but mostly they sniffle, and keep to themselves.

It’s Ruby who spots the glint of metal first. “Crocea Mors!” she gasps, running, which-- seriously? Blake can see the sword, but taken out of context like this she has no idea how Ruby could tell what she was looking at from so far off. Only maybe it’s not so surprising; the only person with better recall for weapons than Ruby that Blake’s ever met is Velvet. Then: “Oh, no--”

It’s Crocea Mors, alright. 

Half of it. Covered in blood.

“Do you think--?”

They both saw the stab wound in Penny’s stomach; both saw the lack of burns accompanying it. If Cinder did this, if she broke Jaune’s sword in two and used it to cut Penny down, then Jaune-- Jaune’s probably--

(But no, she can’t think like that. She’s only carrying half a weapon herself right now, and she’s still standing. It doesn’t have to mean anything.)

(Only now she’s dwelling on it, thinking about the thin line of gold that knit Gambol Shroud back together once before. Thinking about the gold on his shield. And it’s unbearable.)

“It was the last he had of--”

“It was his great-great-grandfather’s,” Ruby says, pointedly enough that Blake realizes if she’d managed to say Pyrrha’s name aloud, the girl before her would have shattered like the sword in her hand. “We’ve lost-- so many people, and all we can do is get used to it, carve them up and carry the pieces like it’s normal, and--”

A voice cuts through the quiet, interrupting them:

“Weiss? Ruby? Anyone?!”

Jaune’s alive Weiss fell that’s Jaune that was Jaune--

They take off running into the woods.

They find Jaune in a clearing, Crescent Rose mounted safely on his back, bracing his mouth between cupped hands as he hollers. “Blake? Yang? Hello?”

When he gets a good look at Ruby when they emerge from the trees-- at the crimson painting her front, at the severed steel held in her hands-- he goes silent.

Then he falls to his knees, and sobs:

“She asked me to, she asked me to, I’m so sorry-- but Winter’s-- it worked, it’s what she wanted, please, I’m so sorry, she told me--”

The words don’t make any sense... 

... until suddenly they do.

Blake thought that surely, after everything, she knew all of the ways that devastation could paint Ruby Rose’s features. The pain and sorrow and grief and rage and impotent, helpless shock.

She was wrong.

[just-another-romantic]

Shambles of Memories

Chapter One : The Beginning Before Her Knowledge

Soulmate AU : Your dreams are your soulmate’s memories.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader/OC, Winter Soldier x Reader/OC

Series Summary : Cold, darkness, and iron doors. All Morana Pierce has known all of her life. Her duty, as head nurse to the infamous Winter Soldier, is her only occupation at a compound in the middle of a Siberian tundra. The Asset looks familiar, and feels like home to her. And she makes him remember things he’s not supposed to know. And neither of them can figure out why.

Warnings : Nightmares, mentions of blood and guns, drugging, kidnapping, brainwashing, sad Bucky

Author’s Note : This series is incredibly dark - I truly believe this is a level of evil HYDRA would succumb to. Please read this with caution.

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April of 1994, Queens, New York

Heavy boots thudded on the marble floors of the palace, the pace in his step matching the echoing of her racing heart. In her subconsciousness, the young girl wondered why it was always him in her dreams, why was she always looking from the perspective of a man?

He looked down at his hands, one leather gloved and one a stunning metallic material, one grasping the hand guard liner and one’s thumb hanging above the trigger of his rifle, ready to fire at the drop of a dime. Why was it always guns? She barely understood what those were.

He rounded a corner and suddenly, shots were ringing out from every part of the room. There was blood splattered on the wall, the dark red contrasting almost beautifully with the white walls. Someone was screaming, it was so loud it was echoing off of the walls. It was so loud, it was echoing in her head.

A young girl, no older than five, woke up in a sweat. She sat straight up in her bed, the Disney princess blanket thrown off of her in haste. Someone was still screaming, and it took her parents barging into her room with looks of fear and concern for her to realize it was her. Her father took her by the shoulders, pulling her into his lap in an attempt to soothe the wailing child. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay now. Daddy’s got you. Momma’s got you.” The murmurs fell upon deaf ears, as the little girl clutched to her father’s sleep shirt, sobbing.

No amount of reassrring words or bedtime stories or lullabies could quiet her. when asked what the nightmare was about this time, the little girl just shook her head, mumbling something about death and guns and a dark man and blood, so much blood. She collapsed back into her father’s arms, soaking his shirt with her tears.

The parents stayed with their distressed daughter til she managed to fall asleep once more, by that time, the sun was already peeking over the edge of the horizon. The wife made a beeline to the living room, her husband following as she dropped onto the couch in tears. He looked towards the grandfather clock that sat in the corner of the room, next to the bookshelves, and sighed at the time. 5:06 in the morning - the would have to call into work again today, seeing as they only got, at most, four hours of sleep. He wiped the tears and sleep from his eyes, before joining his wife on the sofa, reaching a tentative hand out to touch her knee.

After a moment, she looked up at him, their eyes meeting. “Ryan, what in God’s name do we do?” Her voice was bewildered and desperate, but he had no clue as for an answer. When he didn’t respond, she continued, “I-I don’t remember having nightmares... especially like those... from you when I was young...Did you?”

Ryan winced, shaking his head. “No. No, no, I had perfectly average dreams because you have perfectly average memories.” He pinched his nose, drawing a blank in what to say. “Who...what..w-who is he? H-How does any of what she says make sense, Beth?”

Beth reached over to the coffee table in front of them, grabbing the drawings their daughter had provided, the stacks sitting beside two empty coffee mugs. It was almost funny, how the graphic scenes displayed were scribbled onto the paper in an array of blues, yellows, and bright pinks. But certain images they could point out easily - a blood covered wall, a stick figure holding a gun, a man missing an arm, a man with a silver arm while his other and the rest of his body was drawn in a simple black. 

Ryan turned away from his wife, already knowing what was on the paper, not wanting to see those images again - they were already burned into his brain. “Bethany -”

“He’s a full grown criminal!”

“That’s impossible!”

“Not really -”

“No Beth!” His voice had risen to a shout now. “You really think our daughter is destined to be with - with a criminal! A criminal with a good twenty years on her, at least!”

“That’s the only explanation! No one dreams random dreams, they’re all memories of who we are supposed to end up with.”

Ryan stood and began pacing across the living room floor. His arms crossed, red blossoming on his cheeks and neck from rage. “She won’t! I’m not gonna let her! We’re not gonna let her! These nightmares have already corrupted her enough, who knows what he would do to her!” His voice was venomous, dripping in anger and frustration.

Bethany opened her mouth to retaliate, but quickly closed it, realizing he was right in this scenario. What mother would she be if she let her baby girl end up with a murderer, one who’s memories had already traumatized her?

The husband took a seat back on the sofa, hands clasped in his lap, and for many minutes, they sat in silence. Finally, Beth got up to go make a batch of coffee, only stopping to turn to Ryan one last time. “Ry, we need to help her.”

He could only nod in agreement.

May of 1994, Brooklyn, New York

The wife had confided in their neighbor, the elderly Mrs. Dugan, over a cup of coffee in the late weeks of April. “I just don’t know what to do,” she confessed, sitting on a beige sofa across from the elderly lady. Mrs. Dugan had lived in the Brooklyn area for the past fifty years; her husband, she explained, grew up in Queens, but they settled down in the area when her husband returned from the Second World War. Her home was cozy, the curtains drawn back to let sunlight in, and plants could be found throughout the house, fresh and green. The room the pair found themselves in was a little den area outside of the kitchen, smelling of dust and old books from the shelves of novels, untouched for years. Her husband, Timothy, was the reader of the family, she explained.

“Tim was a hoot, but the war did something to him,” Mrs. Dugan said, a sad smile matching the wistful look on her face. 

“Mrs. Dugan-”

“Sally, dear. Call me Sally.”

Beth corrected herself, “Sally. I’m so sorry for your husband.”

Sally just smiled. “Don’t be dear. He would’ve done it all over again - nightmares, scars, and all - for this country.”

“How did you fare with the memories? My daughter...” she trailed off, unsure how to go about the sensitive topic, “...it’s difficult to explain.”

Sally Dugan sighed, sitting back in her recliner, and Beth watched as her neighbor glanced to the side table, where a the couple’s wedding portrait sat. “We didn’t talk about it a lot...Tim had a habit of keeping his emotions to himself...it wasn’t until maybe the early eighties that he noticed he wasn’t the one hurting. I too was being haunted by the same memories. We started seeing a therapist that year, and went monthly for almost five years up until Tim passed in 1989.”

“Do you think that therapist is still working? I don’t know what’s happening, but I know my daughter needs help. My baby girl wakes up every night screaming from a nightmare-” a choked sob escaped her throat before she could stop it. “Oh my God, I don’t know what to do!” Beth clasped a hand over her mouth to quiet her cries, her other hand shaking as she put the delicate mug on the ground by her feet, not trusting herself with the hot beverage in this state.

Sally didn’t know what to say. She only quickly got up and took a seat next to the weeping mother on the couch, pulling her into her arms for a hug. The young woman was thankful for the comfort, and tucked her head into the crook of Sally’s neck, and the old lady brought a hand to the young woman’s hair, petting it in soothing strokes. When the sobs turned to soft whimpers, then she spoke, “Her name was Eliza Orvlo. I’ll give you her number. Get your baby girl the help she deserves.”

By that time next week, Beth found herself sitting in the waiting room outside of Orvlo’s office, her daughter in the seat next to her, a tight hold on her favorite plushie as she nursed her thumb in a vain attempt to calm herself down. The smell of rubbing alcohol lingered in the air, and with no draft from AC, it was stagnant and stuffy. LED bright lights glared down from the ceiling, sending a sickly gleam throughout the area. It was suffocating. The woman tried to keep herself occupied by reading the newspaper, something about the young Anthony Stark rising into fame, but every few seconds, the words blurred as her mind trailed off. Her mind ached from lack of sleep, and somehow the couches outside were the coziest thing she had rested on all weak, it was easy to succumb to daydreaming back to the days were everything was okay.

She had never been overly religious, but her parent’s raised her in a small Baptist church, and in the depth of her chest, she closed her eyes and prayed. For her daughter to be safe and grow up healthy and strong. For her nightmares to go away. For all of the things happening to her family to go away as fast as they came. For the first time in ages, Beth prayed for answers.

She maybe had been staring off for about five minutes until a soft voice calling her last name pulled her back to reality. Her head shot up and was met with a woman peeking from behind the door of Orvlo’s office, a wide smile and ginger hair pulled back into a perfect bun. “Hi,” she greeted enthusiastically. “I’m Doctor Orvlo! You must be-”

“Beth L/n.” Beth rose from her seat, offering her hand to the psychiatrist, knowing well enough that this woman might be her daughter’s last hope.

Orvlo smiled, shaking the mother’s hand before fixing her eyes on the little figure hiding behind Beth’s legs. Kneeling down to meet the little one’s eyes, she said, “Why, hello there, sweetheart!”

“Hello,” came a sweet, yet timid voice. 

Beth took a hold of her daughter’s hand, pulling her from behind her pants. The young girl obliged, but her hold on her stuffed bear tightened; she was a sweet-looking thing, dressed in a green, floral sundress and little white sandals. “Can you tell Doctor Orvlo your name, precious?”

“Y/n,” she said, and Doctor Orvlo’s lips turned up into a smile.

“What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl! Please, do come inside!”

Orvlo’s office looked just as professional as her persona - mahogany desk with a leather office chair facing the door, away from the window, two matching cushioned chair’s in front. Beth took a seat, guiding the five year old into the one next to her, and took the chance to analyze the doctor while she busied herself around the room. Eliza Orvlo was a beautiful businesswoman, hair without a misplaced piece, glasses perched on an upturned nose, hiding her green eyes. The way she was put together, in a matching blazer and skirt and pristine office, intimidated Beth a bit. She was taking a day off to get Y/n to therapy, and the loose fitting jeans and T-shirt wasn’t that different from the scrubs she wore at the hospital.

The psychiatrist’s voice broke her trance. “So, mom,” she said, taking a seat in the office chair, folding her hands on the table, “tell me what’s happening, in your own words before I get started with your daughter.” 

And Beth did. She explained everything, from beginning to end - her daughter’s screams when she woke up, the unhealthy amount of sleep she was getting, the terrible things she says with such innocence, unknowing of what it means. “I uh -” her voice was trembling slightly as she dug through the big pocket of her purse, finally pulling out a small stack of paper. “I brought some of the drawings she’s given me... I thought it might be of help.” With a gracious smile, Doctor Orvlo accepted the art she was handed, her breath nearly catching in her throat as her eyes fell on the first drawing.

The child’s art wasn’t magnificent in talent, but the picture drawn had an uncanny resemblance of something she had seen too many times before. Orvlo internally thanked any god there was that she had a PhD. in psychology, as she consciously fixed her body language, not to alert the already anxiety-ridden mother. Scribbled on the paper was a picture of a bright red book, a black star sitting proudly in the center of the cover.

Quickly, Eliza scanned through the rest of the stack, her suspicion confirmed in every picture she saw. A silver arm with a red star on the upper bicep. A tube with its glass doors open. Guns, shadows, scribbles of blood adorned the craft paper, and she knew her father would have her head for not reporting it as soon as possible. “These drawings are...” she was genuinely at a loss for words - she knew all too well what this meant.

“Gruesome?” Beth offered. “I know. Do you see how desperate I am. My poor baby is being haunted by the memories of a full grown criminal.” The two women’s eyes met, and the doctor could see that the mother was moments away from hysteria by the way her eyes watered. 

Quickly, Orvlo leaned forward and grasped Beth’s hand in her own. “Don’t worry ma’am,” she said, plastering a smile on her face, “your daughter is in good hands.” A white lie, indeed.

Later that night, when the doctor returned home to her apartment, she quickly shed her heavy blazer and heels, dropping them in a pile by the coat rack, before padding over to her couch. Grabbing the phone from it’s place on the end table and dialing the all too familiar number, she began biting at the nail and flesh of her thumb as the phone rang. Moment’s later, a gruff Russian voice answered, “Hello?”

“Hey, Papa, it’s me,” Eliza greeted, ditching her New York accent and falling back into her mother tongue.

“My darling! Why are you calling now? It’s late there in New York.”

“Because I know you like to sleep until noon.”

There was a hearty chuckle on the other end of the line. “Yes, I do. But that’s not why you called, is it?”

By this time, Eliza had chewed off her whole thumb nail. “I have important information regarding the Asset.”

There was a long pause, and she could almost imagine her father taking a long drag of his cigar, the smoke mixing while his frosted breath in the frigid, Siberian air. “Obviously, it’s not good enough for you to call on the burner.”

“Damn it, fine.” She slammed the receiver back in the cradle of the rotary phone and shot up from her seat, making her way towards her bedroom. In the back of her closet, there was a set of three plastic drawers. There, in the bottom one, under stacks of extra t-shirts and socks, was a black flip phone that her father had given her before she left for America, specifically for an emergency use only. Eliza rang him again, and before her father could greet her properly, she spoke the second he heard him pick up, “Now will you listen?”

He chuckled, amused but intrigued, “What do you have for me, my dear Eliza?”

Eliza Orvlo just smirked.

November of 1994, Brooklyn, New York

The plan thus far had worked like a charm. Beth had been bringing her daughter to Orvlo for therapy - once, every two weeks, for six months - and Eliza believed she trusted her with the young girl. It was perfect; it was what they needed. Trust was a fatal human flaw, and they had it on their side.

At the same time, Eliza’s father had stationed her sister, Mary, to go undercover as Y/n’s babysitter about two months into the counseling sessions. Eliza thought the backup was unnecessary as she had the situation under control. Abram Orvlo, on the other hand, insisted this extraction mission required as many hands-on as possible. The Orvlo family couldn’t risk another mess up with HYDRA, this mission was their last chance at getting on firm ground with Pierce.

The crisp autumn air settled over the bustling city, and the townspeople welcomed the bitter cold that came with it. Even little Y/n. Within the first few days of November, the young girl began the time consuming task of writing out her extensive Christmas list, adding on five things almost every day. And now, as she sat outside waiting for her nanny to come pick her up from school, she decided that she would add at the very, tippy top of the list, “PUPPY”. Her friend, a fellow kindergartner, Dorthy, had just gotten a puppy for her birthday.

“She’s really sweet,” Dorthy exclaimed, as they waited outside, watching the carpool line, “she likes to lick people a lot.” Their little legs swung back on forth, dangling off of the bench they sat on.

“Lick?” Y/n was confused. “You lick a lollipop...not people!”

“Yea! She’s just giving you kisses!” Dorthy giggled, her bright red curls bouncing as she laughed.

A third voice called out from the parking lot, “Y/n! C’mon, it’s time to go! We’ve got a busy day ahead of us, pumpkin!”

The smile that bloomed on the little girls face could’ve beat sunshine - she smiled that bright. “Miss Marlin!” She exclaimed, quickly hopping off of her seat, grabbing her backpack and stuffed teddy, bolting towards the white SUV. Before she opened the door to the back seat, she turned and yelled a goodbye to Dorthy, then disappearing into the car.

The girl climbed into her car seat, buckling herself in and situating herself before she realized it wasn’t just her and Miss Mary in the car - another lady sat up front in the passenger seat. The woman turned back to look at her, smiling. “Hey there, Miss Y/n!”

The five year old’s eyes widened in recognition, “Miss Orv’no? What are you doing here?”

Mary faked a gasp, keeping her eyes on the road as they drove away from the elementary school. “Did Miss Eliza not tell you that we’re sisters?”

Y/n glanced in between the two women. They definetly shared similarities - the same high cheekbones, freckled nose, and set of eyes. The only difference was the hair, Eliza’s was red and Mary’s was raven black. Still, Doctor Orvlo never mentioned a sister. “No,” she responded simply. “Are you coming back to my house with us?”

Eliza chuckled, and the innocent child missed the malice behind her laughter. “No, sweet girl. We have a couple errands to run before we go home. But first...how does McDonalds sound?”

Y/n brightened, excited at the prospect of a treat. She then went on, in great detail, about how her day went, what games she played, the math sheet she had for homework, and Dorthy’s puppy.

They pulled through the Drive Thru, and were sure to slip the pill into the girl’s lemonade before handing the cup and Kids meal back to her.

The pill was small and simple, dissolving in the beverage in a little under thirty seconds. Y/n didn’t taste a difference as she sipped on her drink, she only felt herself grow tired. Within minutes, her form slumped, head leaned against the window, fast asleep.

Seeing the subject knocked out, Eliza dug through her purse, contacting her father through the burner phone again.

The same gruff voice as always answered, “Taken care of, I presume?” He was rushed, his voice sounded stressed.

“Subject is out, phase three of mission complete. Five minutes out from the airport,” said Eliza.

The voice on the other side simply said, “See you soon.” The line went dead.

The little girl slept for the remainder of the car drive, and through the entire flight, twelve hours in total. In fact, Y/n didn’t awake until they arrived at the base, her first sight the blizzard outside from her car window. As she blinked the sleep from her eyes, felt herself lifted into a pair of arms from the backseat, a heavy blanket draped over her in the process. The arms were strong, and gentle as she was carried, for a slip second, she thought it was her dad. But when her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, she was met with the sight of an unfamiliar man.

He was dressed in a heavy, black coat, fur lining peeking out from the hood, and a thick fleece scarf wrapped around his neck. But Y/n could make out deep brown eyes, wrinkled with age and bruised from lack of sleep. His hair was white, as was his beard, and rectangular-framed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. There were numerous voices she heard above the howling wind, talking in a language she didn’t recognize. They were mainly masculine, perhaps one female in the group, and the talking was slurred, as if in a rush or agitated.

In this moment, the first sense of clarity came to the little girl, fatigue no longer clouding her mind. The environment surrounding her was a snowy field, the metal house, encased in rocks like a man made cave, stood as the only landmark. There were no signs of life for miles. Y/n realized she had no clue as to where she was or who she was with. At first, she was curious, but that feeling was immediately over powered with the sense of unease.

“Miss Orv’no?” she mumbled, her voice slightly muffled by the thick quilt she was wrapped in. The man looked down at her, his sharp gaze softening. “Hello, little one,” he spoke, soft, and his accent thick. “You must be asking for my daughter, she’s back behind us, talking to a friend of hers.”

“Where’s my daddy?” 

Mister Orvlo chuckled, replying, “Don’t worry sweetheart, we’re meeting him inside now!” The little girl couldn’t do anything but trust him.

The metal doors opened with a hiss, and he crossed the threshold, warmth immediately enveloping the little girl in a wave. She couldn’t see the people behind her and the man, but the whole group made their way down a long hallway, making several turns. The place was built like a maze, the paths winding like a snake. Several flights of stairs were taken until they reached the final level below ground. The walls and ceiling were concrete, the only hallway lit by florescent lights, casting an eerie, nearly nightmarish, glare across the place. The hallway lead to a pair of metal doors, sealed, and made to withstand bullets. Y/n couldn’t tell if it was to keep people out, or to keep any terror that was behind those doors within. Either way, her little heart filled with dread.

Eliza reached behind her father, punching in the code to the keypad mounted to the wall beside the door. “Miss Orv’no?” Y/n murmured, happy to see a familiar face but still scared nevertheless.

The woman flashed her a smile, as sly as a fox. “Hey there.”

Before the little girl could respond, the doors opened with a loud creak, and inside there were many men in white lab coats, a handful in military uniforms as well.

Only one stood out among the masses. He stood at attention in the middle of the room, the tanned skin of his chest distinctive against the white and brown and black of the jacketed men in the room.  Black hair brushed his shoulders, and blue eyes stared blankly ahead. The most recognizable feature of his was his left arm, a shinning silver under the lights of the laboratory. His presence was intimidating to the little girl, and seemingly to everyone else in the room. People were wary of him, never standing within arms reach of the man.

Heads shot up as the group passed through the door, and Mister Orvlo gently set Y/n down on her feet in front of him, the blanket falling around her feet, but her hands clung still to her stuffed bear. A doctor in the middle of the lab smiled at her, the bed ridden hair and bright pink dress too adorable for words. His skin was freckled and blotchy from sun damage, and his blond hair held grey tuffs in it. Y/n figured he looked friendly enough.

 He slowly approached her, as if not to scare the little thing, and knelt down to her level, and she met his hazel eyes, framed by the lenses of glasses, and he gave her a kind look. She welcomed the warmth of it, as everything she knew of right now was cold and bore harsh edges “Hey there. My name is Alexander Pierce, and you must be Y/n.” His voice was soft and low, and a part of the little girl’s mind wanted to trust him. 

But something in her gut told her not to. “How do you know my name?”

This question elicited a chuckle from Pierce. “I know a lot about you, young missy,” he said, straightening his coat a bit. “You are a very special girl,Y/n, we need your help with something. Can you help us?”

Y/n’s eyes flitted around the room, observing each harsh face that stared expectantly at her, but found none she could recognize. Ignoring the man’s question, she asked one of her own, “Where’s my momma and daddy?”

“They’re late,” Pierce stated simply, though it was a fib. Her parents had no clue where she was, and had no intention of making a trip down to Siberia anytime soon. “But, they’ll be joining us in a little while. However, the issue we have is really bad, and we need your help now, if possible.”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, and she crossed her arm in refusal. If it wasn’t for her young age, the glare she was giving the man would’ve been intimidating. “I’m not doing anything without my family.”

Pierce faked a sad look. “You wouldn’t even help your soulmate?”

The glare the girl was giving dropped. She vaguely recognized that word - it was one her parent’s threw around a lot at home regarding her nightmares, but she never understood what it meant. A soulmate was someone who you’re supposed to love, she knew that much, and that recognition was all that mattered to the handlers.

Pierce, seeing her falter, stood up and beckoned at a few men behind her, yelling over his shoulder, “Soldier!” 

On that cue, two soldiers marched over to the man with the silver arm, and aggressively shoved him towards Pierce. The man seemed to be used to being thrown around like a ragdoll, as he quickly found his footing and stood in a submissive stance in front of Mr. Pierce. When he spoke, in a language the little girl had yet to understand, it was monotone and lacking in both volume and emotion. “Ready to comply.”

Pierce spoke quietly to the Asset, in English but in a hushed tone so Y/n wouldn’t hear. “We’re putting the girl in the chair,” he said simply, as if the soldier would understand.

But he didn’t, or if he did, he didn’t show it. “Why?”

“Because...” the HYDRA agent searched for a word that would fit this delicate situation, knowing a slip could possibly send the Asset into a tantrum. “Because, she’s a danger to this program. So instead of her being a danger to us, we are going to make her one of us.”

The Asset stared blankly at him, if he was capable of emotions, he’d be sporting a look of confusion on his face. “What is my mission, sir?”

Pierce snorted in laughter, clapping a hand on the Winter Soldier’s right shoulder, not noticing how he flinched at the movement. “Your mission is to comfort her, Soldier. We can’t just drag her to the chair, that would be inhuman.” He paused, glancing back at the girl, then back to the blank canvas of a man in front of him, “Care for her, she should naturally feel drawn to you, if our research is correct.” Without another word, Alexander Pierce took a step back, giving the middle of the room solely to the Winter Soldier and the one thing that might hold complete control to him, his soulmate.

The entire room watched as the soldier walked towards Y/n, holding their breath as he knelt at her feet, still towering over her in height.

The soldier didn’t understand what his handler met by comforting her. Somewhere, in the depth of his mind, he knew what the word meant, but he didn’t know how to act about it. HYDRA had conditioned him into a soulless, killing machine - all he knew of was bloody knives and suffocating smoke. But he saw how she was shaking like a leaf, the terror hiding behind her eyes, and the last bit of his past self felt sorry for her - that she was here, that she was destined to to same fate as himself.

His steel blue eyes met hers, and Y/n’s stomach settled a bit. A part of herself recognized him - knew him, even. Her gut was telling her to trust him, so she took a leap and did just that. “Hello,” she greeted him. She cocked her head slightly, looking at him in curiosity instead of the terror she felt when all eyes in the room where on her.

A part of the soldier was taken aback at how sweet her voice was - high in pitch, innocent, and kind. He gathered himself, scoping out what to say and how he should act; she was his mission, after all.

It was so quiet in the room, you could hear a pin drop. The world seemed to stop turning, anticipating what this man, death in human form, would say.

Finally, he managed, “Hello.”

Collectively, everyone in the room released the breath they had been holding. Pierce’s fist pumped at the air at this first step towards success.

The little girl’s lips twitched up slightly. “My name is Y/n, what’s yours?”

He swallowed, unsure. “Asset,” he decided on. It was the only name he had known for as far back as his memories went, which was scarce.

“Asset,” Y/n repeated, her tongue fumbling on the consonates of it, resulting in a bit of a lisp when she said. His heart tugged in his chest at it; it reminded him of something, a memory far in the past, but it was blurry. Deciding not to dwell on it, he watched as the girl seemingly sized him up, suddenly reaching for his metal arm.

Gently, she took the vibranium hand into both of hers, the metal large and bulky and cold against the warmth of her palms. She turned it over and over in her hands, watching in awe as the metal plates whirred and clicked into place. Y/n looked at him incredulously. “Is this real?”

The Asset nodded, scared to speak at the thought of frightening her. No one had handled him with care before. She didn’t see the metal arm as an omen of death, and his heart ached at her naivety. 

Now she was comparing their hand sizes, her entire hand fitting in the center of his palm. “How’d ya get it?” Her question was asked absentmindedly - was more content just investigating how it worked.

“I lost my real one,” said the Asset, looking at how she traces the patterns in the platting, “and these people gave me this one as a replacement.” Y/n nodded, still distracted by his arm. A feeling dug into his side, and he asked a question before he could stop himself, “Are you not scared of it?”

The girl scrunched her nose, shaking her head, her hair falling over her shoulders. “I think it’s cool, it’s different.”

“Some people think that differences are a bad thing.” He pulled his hand away, but the girls grasp remained. She quickly grabbed his real hand, holding both now, and looked at the differences as well as comparisons. The Asset didn’t realize what she was doing until it already happened. Y/n lifted his flesh hand to her mouth, pressing a quick kiss to its palm, before doing so with the other one.

Watching this exchange, one of the handlers turned to Pierce. “Sir?” He asked. Only when there was a hum in response did he continue, “With all due respect sir, are we sure this is a good idea?”

“Oh yeah, it’s fine,” Pierce answered, brushing the man off. “We’re wiping them both after this is done.”

There was a beat of silence. “Then...then what’s the point in bringing her here, sir?”

“So she doesn’t grow up to realize who her soulmate is and who he’s working for. We raise her here, away from the world and biased opinions, sheltered - and that way we take away whatever advantage she might have on us.”

The handler’s eyes widened, catching on to his boss’ idea. “And then we turn her around and use her to our advantage over him and S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“Precisely.”

Pierce cleared his throat, catching the Asset’s attention, and discretely nodded his head towards the back of the room. The soldier gulped, knowing exactly what he was expecting of him and exactly what this little girl’s destiny was.

To be broken, her soul torn apart at the seems until she was no longer human. Her fate was to be conditioned into the shell of who she once was, and what was left of her remains was to be a puppet for HYDRA. Her fate was the same as his, and he couldn’t bare the thought of it.

But he didn’t fight it. He just watched as one of the female handlers coaxed her down in the leather chair and hooked her up to the heart monitor and other machines, disregarding as the girl flailed her limbs in protest to her restraints. He didn’t budge as she started crying, calling out for her parents, who would never come to save her. The soldier just complied to what he was conditioned to do, disregard his emotions - the little bursts he had of them -  and complete his mission; Y/n was his mission. Even if he hated himself for it.

The only sign of his understanding to the situation was when she called out to him, her tiny voice cracking from the hiccuped sobs. “Asset,” she wailed. “Asset, help! Help me!” He winced, the motion so slight only Pierce, who was standing behind him, caught it.

“Don’t worry, son,” he whispered, his breath direct into his ear, “she won’t remember a damn thing.”

The clasps were placed on Y/n’s little head, so big on her they encased her whole face, they were made for a grown man, not an innocent child. A bite was forced in between her teeth. With the flip of a switch, her brain was shot with hundreds of bolts of electricity, scrambling her brain, and effectively turning the girl she once was to dust. Her screams bounced off of the walls, and the silence when the machine turned off was deafening.

For an entire minute, the Asset only heard the blood rushing in his ears, his head swimming as the beeping on the heart monitor grew slower and slower. Why didn’t he stop them? Why didn’t he protect her? A wave of nausea hit him as one thought stayed present on his mind - why did he want to protect her?

Everyone filed out quickly as Pierce directed them, the Asset grabbed by the arms and escorted out before he had the chance to retaliate. He didn’t, though something in the depths of him screamed at him to help the girl. He took one last glance at her - her slumped form in the seat, scarce breathing, the sweat and snot dripping down her face - and exited the double doors with his guards.

The only people left in the room were Pierce and Eliza, who worked quickly to get Y/n hooked up to various IVs and situated in a small bed they had set aside nearby.  Her little arms were poked with needles, various substances entering her blood stream, and an oxygen mask was placed over her mouth and nose, begging exhausted lungs to breathe once more.

Neither one of the adults were concerned with her state, it was just a matter of what she would remember. If she would remember. Eliza hummed a Russian lullaby, as to soothe the already sleeping girl back to slumber, while Pierce situated himself in an armchair by her side; the pair was in for a long night.

Long it was, the wait for her precious eyes to open again. It was eight the next morning when she finally woke, groaning and asking for her father. This was Pierce’s chance.

Quickly, he got up from his chair and was by her side in two long strides. Shushing her, his large hand went to her hair, and stroked it, his thumb tracing a pattern on her temple. “Hey there,” he whispered, his smile tired but genuine. “It’s me, it’s Papa. You’re safe, honey. You’re safe.”

The little girl’s eyes flickered around the room, taking in the sight of her father, the fluorescent lighting, the IV drip connected to her arms. She had no clue as to where she was, but man’s face above her was kind and reassuring. “Papa?” Her throat was dry, talking felt like sandpaper.

“I’m here. It’s me.” She welcomed his gruff voice - in a world where she didn’t recognize a single thing, she had nothing - no one - else to trust.

Eliza, who was watching from a distance, silently pumped her fists in victory. “A new creation, a new day born in HYDRA,” she exclaimed in glee, catching Pierce’s attention.

“What should we call this little one?” He asked, not turning his eyes from the little girl in front of him, his hands still petting her hair. Her eyes were fluttering shut, fatigue overtaking her mind once more.

“Morana,” Eliza suggested, shrugging when Pierce turned around and cocked an eyebrow at her. “She was a Slavic goddess of winter, death, and rebirth...seems fitting for her to be the rebirth of the fist of Hydra.”

The Orvlo woman came to the man’s side, laying a hand on his shoulder as she watched the little girl sleep. “She’s beautiful. Strong. Dark,” she paused, leaning over to brush a stray hair from the girl’s face, the sweat clinging to her brow. “And deadly.”

“Like her soulmate?”

“Yes.”

Pierce stood from his seat, fixing his sleeve that had fallen down from the roll in his elbow. He smiled. “Morana.”

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May I request a Dark Attorney(???), where Dark gets a nightmare/hallucination about the District Attorney? Prompts - Celine to Damian: “Play along or they might take us both.”, Dark to someone: “How can’t you see them? They’re right there!”, DA to Dark: " Do you blame yourself? " . You don't have to do this if you do no want to.

Sleep was something Dark had never enjoyed. It left his body aching and his mind reeling, as it tried to remember what once was. It was a lot, every time he fell asleep, and that made him unwilling to go to bed in the first place. He knew he still had to though, if only because his body would give out on him (or Wilford would make him).

This night was no difference. It was late, far too late, at a time only Host would still be awake and do his show -perhaps one or some of the androids too, doing what they did. Dark, too, was still awake. He was getting tired however, his limbs heavy and gaze unfocused. His neck was throbbing, as was his stomach, and he felt as if he had just fallen off the balcony, broken bones protesting against being made to move. Still, he had to. He forced himself to stand, grabbing his cane that leaned against his desk to help him walk. Sometimes, he wondered if all of this was worth it. He didn't like being a "villain", and he didn't really try to be anyways.

He dragged his broken body to his room, and soon sunk into the cloud that was his bed. Unbelievably soft, comfortable beyond belief, and just perfect to mold around his body and keep everything in place. He sighed deeply, hoping that tonight would be gentle. What else was there to do but to hope, after all, when there was nothing he could actively do?

Sadly, the night wasn't gentle on him. His dreams were plagued by cold winter nights and a burning cabin, stumps from cut down trees as far as the eye could see. It was freezing cold, biting at his skin, while the heat of the flames were burning.

"Do you blame yourself?".

A hauntingly familiar voice asked, the flames reaching out to him, licking at his clothes, like fingers grasping at him. He knew who it was, though he couldn't see them in the darkness of the burning wood, in the bright light of fire. He knew they were there though.

"I do(n't)."

Too many voices replied at once, and Dark's was not one of them. It was Celine, it was Damien, it was the garbled speech of the entity. Was there anyone to blame? Was he to blame? I don't. But his words weren't heard. His words didn't matter, because he was not a part of this. What he was, was just the remains of what once had been. There was no more Celine, there was no more Damien, there wasn't even really the entity. There was only Dark.

“Play along or they might take us both.”, Celine hissed to Damien. Dark watched them, not sure who had admitted to feeling guilty and who didn't. The flames roared, angry, unhappy, upset. There was no debating, because they weren't actually there. None of them were. It was just what the remains fueling Dark's being fabricated. The flames engulfed them, engulfed him, burning hotter than anything he could imagine-

He woke with a gasp, his body aching and protesting his existence. "Do you blame yourself?" It was the DA again. Dark didn't open his eyes, he didn't even attempt to move. He knew today was going to be a bad day, he could feel his body parts aching. "I have no reason to.", he muttered, taking a deep breath. He held no part in what had happened. He was a leftover product, something unintended in the end. Would the entity blame itself? Certainly not. Would Celine blame herself? Unlikely. Would Damien blame himself? Probably, considering the good soul he was, but he was the one who had ended up shot and broken. The DA was silent, and Dark wondered if he had even heard their voice in the first place. Maybe it was a leftover from his dreams.

He opened his eyes, finally, and wrestled his body out of bed. He noticed the shadowy figured out of the corner of his eyes, but he ignored it, struggling with basic things like getting dressed. His fingers were refusing to properly work, his arms moved slowly and painfully, and he debated if his cane would help or not. He ended up taking the cane with him, struggling through the day. Finer motor skills were evading him, making writing incredibly hard, and him glad he didn't need to eat to survive.

The shadow of the DA kept following him. He wasn't sure why, though Dark knew they had been trapped in the in-between together with Celine and then Damien. Sometimes they spoke to him, though they never seemed to listen to his replies -but nagged him when he didn't say anything. It got.. sort of bad. It was grating on Dark's already soured mood, and with his body so unhappy about existing, he was struggling. Eventually it was hard to rationalize that the DA wasn't actually there, and it was just his tiredness and pain playing tricks on him.

“How can’t you see them? They’re right there.”, he whined, because there was still work to do, but he could barely write a straight letter today, and being bothered by the DA and Wilford was too much. "Who? There's no one there Darkie!", Wilford looked confused at where Dark motioned, not seeing a thing. Concerned, he rounded the table, gently taking the pen out of his hand. "Let's get you back to bed. Walking or carrying?". Dark was only irritated for a short moment, before he gave up. Maybe further sleep would help, maybe if Wilford stuck around he would sleep better. "Carry.", he replied softly, making Wilford smile. Carefully picking up his beloved, he made it his goal to help Dark rest.

Finally, the shadow that wouldn't leave Dark alone left.