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bonky-n-steeb · 3 years ago

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𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 (𝟳)

𝙘𝙚𝙤!𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙥𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || When your boss is the most handsome, caring and adorable person you’ve ever met, falling for him was natural. But Steve has only loved one woman his entire life, his ex-wife Peggy; who has left him heartbroken and unbeknownst to him is manipulating him. So, who will Steve choose, his past or his present?

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || unprotected sex, creampie, belt as collar, choking, spanking, non-penetrative sex, hair pulling, dom/sub dynamics, mean steeb, oral sex, degradation, praise kink, sir kink, daddy kink (y’all I just unlocked my own daddy kink), angst, fluff, happy ending!!!, 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

This is the final part of this series and I’ll probably write an epilogue… When I posted the first chapter I didn’t think you guys would like it so much. But thank you for everyone who has stayed with me for so long! I love you people ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

This is so hot… I was wet while writing this :)

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“I gotta make you mine.”

Your breath hitched at his words. His eyes were hooded and he was staring at you with so much hunger, you thought you were going to melt if he didn’t stop.

You nearly went cross eyed as he bent down to smash your lips together. The kiss was nothing like the one you shared before. It wasn’t hesitant or gentle; rather it was passionate and animalistic.

He kissed you with such fervour as if he wanted to devour you whole. His hand rested on your jaw instead of your cheeks and the message was clear: he was taking the lead tonight.

You turned into putty in his hands when he squeezed your ass and increased the pressure on your jaw. His tongue was exploring your mouth as he occasionally nipped and bit your lower lip.

“Fuck… not here.” Steve said breaking the kiss. For an instant he had forgotten he was still in Bucky’s house and there was a whole damn party going on outside.

“Uhhh..” you whined at the loss but nodded. Steve took your hand and led the way. You tried to search for Bucky in the crowd to notify him that you were leaving.

But he wasn’t to be seen and Steve was in a hurry, and well, so were you. You knew you turned a few heads as you were supposed to be Bucky’s date and yet were seen leaving with Steve.

But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about them. You were getting even more wet by the anticipation by what was to come. The way Steve was behaving, you just knew he was going to wreck you.

Without another word, you both sat in his extravagant car. Your breaths were heavy and you knew if either of you even moved, you would end up pouncing on each and fucking in the car itself.

“Are you sure?” His voice cut through the tension like a knife through butter. You gulped before replying, “Yes.” You had no idea what he had in mind but whatever it was, you knew he wouldn’t break your trust.

He just hummed and offered a small smile before revving you the engine and starting the car. The entire car ride, you were looking out of the window, but you weren’t seeing anything.

Your mind was occupied by Steve and things he was going to do to you. You hadn’t thought you would be this turned on ever in your life. Unbeknownst to you, you were rubbing your thighs to elevate the ache at your core.

You weren’t sure exactly when you reached Steve’s place. It felt like you reached in minutes and at the same time it felt like the ride was too long. The walk from the car to the elevator was frankly tedious.

The moment the doors of the elevator closed, you both were on each other. He pressed you in the corner as his hands roamed your body. His lips were sucking and kissing the column of your neck.

The walls of the elevator were casting reflections and seeing yourself disheveled as Steve was upon you made you moan out loud. His beard was perfectly scratching you and was providing a contrast to his soft lips.

The elevator dinged indicating you had reached his penthouse. Steve pulled you out and backed you up against a wall. His hands wrinkled your dress as he fidgeted with it.

“Do you trust me?” His voice was thick with desire and you blinked up stupidly. You nodded before finding the voice to reply, “More than anything.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead with was completely opposite to his previous actions. But it was enough to tell you that he cared for you.

“What’s your safe word?” His eyes were genuinely gentle unlike when you were in Bucky’s house. You knew what he was asking, you had read a lot about it.

But hadn’t done anything like this before so you thought for a moment. You just came here in Steve’s car which was of cherry red colour and that sparked an idea in your head.

“Cherry.” You were proud of thinking this up when Steve was looking at you like that. “Good girl.” Steve was unlocking things in you which you didn’t even know existed.

He swiftly turned you around to face the wall and you gasped with surprise. Your warm cheek was pressed into the cool wall as Steve fumbled with the zip of your dress.

The sound of the zip opening reverberated through the otherwise silent apartment. You shivered as cool air hit your back, but the feeling was quickly changed as Steve kissed down your back.

His tongue was peeking out to lick small stripes at random places, just enough to spread his warm spit. But as he moved on, the cooled those regions making you strung up with the sensations.

He slid the straps off of your dress leaving you only in your panties. “You weren’t wearing a bra, were you slut?” You gaped like a fish and turned around to see him as you were still pressed on the wall.

You couldn’t believe the words that were falling out of his mouth. One moment he was praising you and the other, calling you slut. It was like touch of fire and ice at the same time.

Steve waited for a moment to see your reaction, if you weren’t into it, he wouldn’t ever do that. But then the filthy moan you let out was enough to let him know how much you liked it.

Seeing you sprawled out in front of him, his fingers tingled with the thoughts of how he could ruin you for everyone except him. He wanted you to be his, forever and ever after.

The moment Steve stepped back, you missed the warmth of his body. But soon you heard the tell tale crinkle of his belt. God, you couldn’t wait to see him naked.

But to your surprise, instead of the belt ending up on the floor, Steve looped it around your neck. He pierced a new hole into it and locked it around your neck like a collar.

“Is it comfortable?” You had enough space to breathe and it wasn’t too tight. But the weight of it around your neck was somewhat comforting. “Yes sir.”

“Fuck.” Steve thought you would call him just Steve, but hearing you respond with a sir, really riled him up. He curled his hand around the remaining belt like a leash, and tugged you back.

He spun you around and pulled you into a searing kiss. He walked backwards towards the floor to ceiling windows as he explored your mouth. Your hands twisted themselves in his suit and you were absolutely breathless by the time he was done.

He left the belt and slid his hands into your panties and swiftly removed them. While you were completely naked save for his belt looping through your neck, he was still very much dressed.

You watched with interest as he discarded his suit and shoes and unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off him too. You ogled his torso and licked your lips.

He didn’t remove his pants and walked towards you. He pushed you behind until your back was pressed up against the glass of window.

He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth while his fingers swiped your drenching pussy. He held up his middle and pointer finger, wet with your slick into the light.

“So fucking wet. And all for me.” He dipped his fingers in his mouth and growled. Seeing him suck on his own fingers was hotter than you had imagined. “You taste so fucking sweet… I have to taste all of you.”

He took his wet fingers and circled one of your pebbled nipples and soon his mouth followed the other one. His hot, wet mouth and sinful tongue on your nipple made electricity flow through you.

“Steve…” your voice was more of a whimper than a moan but at that very instant he stopped. “You are supposed to call me sir. Is that clear?” You were so gone for it, you didn’t reply but instead just looked at him with wide doe eyes.

He placed his hands on your ass and knead it before laying a harsh smack. “When I ask you something, I need you to answer.” Jolting out of your haze you gulped. “Yes… sir.”

“Now that’s like my sweet pretty girl.” Hearing call you my girl made preen with the praise. One moment you were facing him, and the next he had spun you around to face the glass.

His hands were rubbing and kneading you hips and ass. “Let the entire New York City know what a filthy slut you are. Getting all hot and bothered when I’m angry…. Let them see how I wreck you.”

It was true, the windows gave you a clear view of the skyline of the entire city. Thank goodness the lights were off or anyone would’ve seen you two too. But that didn’t make it any less exciting.

“Stay still.” He whispered in your ear before trailing kisses down your back. He sat on his knees behind you and playfully bit your ass before smacking it. “Spread your legs.”

He instructed and you obliged. He held the globes of your ass apart, making you completely vulnerable to him. He eyed your soaking, swollen folds before diving in.

He ran his tongue from your throbbing clit to your hole. “Ahhh…. Fuck!” Your hand slipped on the frictionless glass making a noise, as he laved your folds.

He started fucking you with his tongue and you reached back to weave your fingers in his soft hair. His beard was giving you a delicious burn that you craved. He tightly held your wrist and kept it back on the window.

He parted for a moment only to spank your ass. “I told you to not move.” He wasn’t generous in his hits and kept it up until you were squirming on your place. “Stay still.” He repeated once again but this time, he tugged on his belt.

He went back to eating you out while holding the belt tightly. He wasn’t necessarily cutting off your air flow, but only pulling so as to remind you to not move.

It didn’t take much time for you to come close to the edge. The glass in front of your face was fogged by your hot breath as you whimpered and moaned. “I… I’m close.”

He continued on with his tongue for some more time before completely stopping. You were about to cum and he denied you your release, making you frustrated. You were about to complain at the loss but he started cooing you.

“Good you told me. My pretty princess is such a good girl. But you don’t cum unless I tell you to.” Steve was absolutely getting off on the power play.

After all the things he had done to you, you couldn’t wait anymore. You desperately needed to cum or you’d probably go delirious. “I wanna cum!” That earned you a loud smack on your bottom.

“You aren’t the one giving commands tonight.” He stood up behind you and you knew he wasn’t going to listen to to you. He unbuckled his slacks and removed his boxers. You turned around to see him in all his naked glory.

Your eyes trailed his thighs and settled on his cock. You had imagined it a hundred times, but actually seeing it made you drool. “Awww. My pretty baby’s just drooling after seeing my cock.” He said condescendingly.

“Hhngg.” Your brain was incapable of forming words now. Steve had turned you into a complete mush. “It’s okay. You don’t have to think, just stick your legs together.” You furrowed your brows at his command.

What did he want you to not spread your legs? How was he going to fuck you with your legs closed? Still, you followed him and stood up straight, still leaning heavily over the glass as you were incapable of carrying your weight on your wobbly legs.

“You know…. You’ve been a bad girl for ordering your sir around, so you need to be punished, don’t you?” His hands roamed freely around your sides, warming you up.

“Umm… yeah?” You said somewhat unsure. He pushed your hair back and kissed your cheek lovingly, “Yeah you do. So,… I’m not gonna let you cum anytime soon.”

You let out a disappointing whine which would’ve been pathetic under other situations. “Please…” you were squirming and Steve held you tight into place. “You don’t want to increase your punishment, do you?”

You quickly stood still and shook your head. “That’s my good girl.” You were quite sure what he was going to do and yet again the anticipation was killing you.

Steve wanted to relieve himself, but didn’t want to cum before you either. There was something in his mind that he wanted to try but hadn’t done before. He just hoped he went out like he expected.

He jerked his dick a few times before leading it into the space between your soft thighs, right below your pussy. The friction provided by your thighs was heaven for him.

You sucked in a deep breath as his cock rubbed your swollen folds and his head nestled right at your clit. He pulled back and pushed in only for it to increase your sensitivity.

This was supposed to be your punishment but you were loving it. As he started thrusting between your thighs, you moaned out and put your head back against his shoulder.

Seeing the opportunity, Steve once again tightened his hand on the belt, restricting your movements. And unbeknownst to you, tears started slipping from your eyes.

“Awwww did i ruin your makeup?” You hadn’t worn much makeup for the party, but the little bit that you had put on was now completely ruined. “You’re such a slut…. Crying over my cock.”

“I…. I need to… cum.” You said in between moaning. Steve just chuckled behind you, “You can do much better. Beg for it.” Never in your wildest dream had you thought Steve would say this to you.

“Please.. please… please let me cum!” Your brain wasn’t working anymore, but you did want to be his good girl. “You’re forgetting something sweetheart.”

He just wanted you to call him sir but instead your dam broke and you blurted out, “Please daddy! Please let me cum!”

You realised a tad bit too late what you had blurted out in your haze. You had always joked about calling Steve daddy. But now it wasn’t just a joke anymore.

When Steve went shock still behind you, you knew you had messed up. “I’m… I’m sorry Steve. I didn’t…” but before you could continue, Steve turned your face and started kissing you.

Somewhere in the dark corners of his fantasy he had always wanted to be called a daddy. He always felt sir was a little too impersonal. And his brain short circuited when you called him daddy.

“Fuck yeah! Daddy’s gonna give his girl all that she wants.” Your face broke out in a smile and so did his. Putting his hands between your thighs, he separated them again.

He kissed your shoulder before lining himself up and pushing in. You both moaned as he situated himself within you in a single thrust. Your back arched and your nipples were pressed against the glass due to this position.

He couldn’t stop himself and started pumping as soon as you settled down. He wasn’t gentle in his thrusts either. The slapping sounds reverberated through the entire apartment.

While one of his hand was still wound tight in the belt, the other gathered your hair and tugged it behind. From this angle, he could clearly see your face as it contorted with pleasure.

Your drool and sweat was now painting the glass too. From the corner of your eye, you too could see Steve. “Daddy…” you were whimpering like a broken tape recorder.

“You wanna cum?” He grunted out in between powerful thrusts. You nodded your head lazily before replying, “Yes daddy. I wanna cum. Please… ahhhh… please let me cum, daddy!”

He shifted a little and started hitting the most sensitive spot within you. “Cum for your daddy!” You couldn’t hold it back any longer and you came the hardest you ever had.

Steve had imagined you a thousand times, but seeing the way your eyes close shut and your eyebrows pinched, this picture was going to be imprinted in his memory.

You were about to slip and fall down as your feet were jelly and wall was smooth but Steve quickly slung his arm around your body to prevent it. Your pulsating walls, made him cum right after you.

With a grunt, he buried himself deep within you and you could feel his warmth fill your womb. Either your second orgasm hit right then or you hadn’t ever come down from first.

He pressed himself against you and breathed in your scent. You didn’t know how long you both just panted and leaned against each other. But the moment you calmed down enough, Steve pulled himself out of you.

He couldn’t stop staring at the way his cum leaked out of your hole. He scooped up the cum with his fingers and you hissed with over sensitivity. He presented this fingers to you and you immediately took them in your mouth.

Once his fingers were clean and rather coated with your saliva, he pressed a kiss to your mouth and turned you around to face him. He unclasped the belt and it fell down with a full clank on the carpet.

“Did you like it?” He kissed your throat where the belt was situated. “Hmm… I more than liked it Steve.” Now that you could somewhat think, you had a few questions you wanted to ask. But as usual, he beat you to it, “We should get cleaned, sweetheart.”

After some arrangements, you both finally settled yourself in the warm bathtub. It was absolutely huge and easily fitted the two of you.

“Steve, I wanted to ask something.” Steve’s face was buried in your shoulder and he simply hummed. “Was this a one time thing or…” you would be heartbroken if he did all this just to let out his frustration.

He pulled you closer to him and held you tight. “For me this wasn’t just letting out my anger. I like you, in fact I more than just like you. And I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“I like you too.” You admitted shyly. He pulled you in for a kiss and it was gentle and sweet. “I’m sorry.” He admitted and you looked up at him with confusion. “What for?”

“Because I left you alone at the wedding. It was really a dick move.” You were so angry at him for abandoning you just hours before but now you had forgotten about it.

“I forgive you this time but don’t ever repeat that again. I might not be so forgiving then.” You said with your best serious impression. “And being with you doesn’t sound so bad.”

Chuckling you both shared sweet kisses in the bath. It felt so safe and warm to be in his embrace. You couldn’t believe you both were together finally.

“Wait. But does the company allow us to be together?” You couldn’t forget that he was your boss and you weren’t sure about dating policies at your work place. He smiled and his eyes crinkled, “What do you think I am the CEO for sweetheart?”

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harrysgoldenbum · 5 years ago

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Series:

Want You

June is Harry’s ex, and Y/N is June’s best friend. After a nasty break up, Harry and Y/N run into each other. Bring their attraction to one another to surface, but Y/N isn’t ready to address it. Part 1*, Part 2*, Part 3*

Character Tag: Y/N

Oath - on hold

What was supposed to be a relaxing dinner with Harry and some friends took a turn for the worst. With adrenaline running high, ethics are questioned and character is judged. With the night ending in the hospital, will Y/N and Harry be able to overcome the night? (trigger warnings) 1.0

Don’t Blame Me for Falling

Dragged to a Charity Bachelor Auction, Y/N is surprised to find a familiar face on the stage. Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3*, Epilogue

Series Concepts:

Harry & Jiya

Harry x Desi OC

Sleepy Girls

Chai for Two

One-Shot/Blurbs

Order: Old to New

New Adventure*: Y/N has some news to start the new year, but first she wants some fun.

I Need You To*: Darling is needy for her Daddy

Their Bond: Harry and his daughter (needs to be rewritten)

I Just Wanna Taste It*: in honor/ anticipation of Watermelon Sugar

Duplicate: Harry’s Bub is just like him

Teasing: it’s too easy to get Harry riled up (super short)

Consequences*: the result of teasing Harry. (Part 2 to Teasing)

Little Hands: Papa and his kiddos

Bare*: Harry comes to your place of work

Peach*: it’s a hot day in LA and Y/N wants a snack

Gotta Say It*: She’s wrecked for him and Harry loves every second

My Harry: after a scary defeat, you and Harry have to find a way back together.

Walk Up Call: A great way to start the day

Dressing Room: pressed against the door

Anticipation: you use your finger

Kneel: Harry is tied up and listens to you

Prompt Writing

The One Where Harry Wants His Missus To Be Loud*

The One Where Harry’s Mates Hears Them*

The One Where You Wake Up Pressed Against Each Other*

The One Where Y/N Rides and Watches*

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ursulaismymiddlename · 4 years ago

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“All That’s Best of Dark and Bright” (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Epilogue - Completed

Well, it's been nearly 3 years since my last update and I felt it was time to give up the ghost. The muse for this fic hasn't been very kind to me, but I was able to write the epilogue for the fic way back when. So now I'm sharing this to finally put this fic (and my guilt about it) to rest. Maybe, one day, when I'm old and gray, I'll go back and try to write the chapter that should have been before this and all the deleted scenes/one-shots I had in mind for after. But today is not that day. In the meantime, enjoy what was to be the epilogue for the story itself.... Sorry for the wait.

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A warm breeze carried the scent of sweetgrass and fresh-turned soil past you, yet the normally pleasant smell was more off-putting given the location. The crisp spring day seemed a stark contrast to the rows of gravestones you strode past, your daughter tucked in your arms. She’d been walking on her own for a while now, but it had been a long day and her little legs could only hold out so long. Her face was tucked in the crook of your neck now, dozing lightly with her small feet dangling and her arms thrown around your neck in a hug. Maybe you should have had her keep practicing across the somewhat uneven ground, but how could you pass up holding your sweet little girl with her father’s dimpled chin and your sister’s name. Besides, it was probably best she was out of it for what you were about to do.

Stopping in front of one of the plots, you bit at your lower lip quietly a moment, uncertain how to start. Your eyes roamed the marker as your heart thundered in your chest, eyes tracing along the letters etched in stone. Barnes. The name made your gut twist in knots and you had to take a shaky breath to steady yourself.

“Well, Buck. You told me I had to tell you. No matter where you were at or what you were doing,” you spoke quietly. You had to sniff against the tears forming in your eyes, pet your daughter’s soft, dark curls before you could go on. “I’m pregnant again, Bucky. Gonna be another little Barnes running around. Can you believe it?”

Silence met you in those few heartbeats, even the wind in the trees seeming to have stopped, waiting. Then Bucky’s face turned up to greet you from where he knelt at the foot of the grave, his expression overjoyed and overwhelmed in equal measure despite the dark circles under his eyes from a fitful night’s rest. After a second, he surged to his feet to grip the back of your neck and haul you in for a kiss. Of course he’d be happy, ecstatic. It was probably only the first stirrings of hormones that had you worrying otherwise.

“No foolin, right, sweetheart,” he breathed hopefully against your lips when he rested his forehead to yours. “You wouldn’t play with an old man’s heart like that, would ya?”

“I just got off the phone with the doctor’s office. I didn’t want to get your hopes up until I knew for sure,” you answered with a fond roll of your eyes as you grasped his hand to press his palm low on your belly. His delighted laughter was infectious, crinkling the corners of his adoring eyes even as he turned back toward the row of grave markers.

“Ya hear that Ma? Pop,” he asked, a soft sob to his voice through his wide grin. His eyes fell to where his fingers rested, thumb brushing aimlessly along your stomach as he stared nearly awestruck. “Gonna be a dad again. My sweetheart’s givin me another baby.”

“Daddy,” a small voice spoke from your shoulder, little fists rubbing against tired eyes.

“Aw, c’mere, sugar plum,” Bucky cooed sweetly. The excitement in his voice was barely contained as he carefully took her from you, tucking her in the crook of his metal elbow with a little bounce. “I’m sorry. Daddy didn’t mean to wake ya.”

“No sleep, daddy,” she protested with a yawn before leaning in to press her cheek under his chin. Her eyes slowly drifted shut again as little fingers reached up to grasp near the buttons of his shirt and Bucky ducked his head to press a kiss into her hair.

His gaze returned to you, that soft, loving expression lighting his face as his free hand cupped your jaw with flesh fingers. As you pressed into his touch, you finally realized your cheeks had begun to ache from how much you’d been smiling. Bucky leaned in to kiss you again, warm and lingering, like he couldn’t pull away, and even after all this time it still made your heart flutter.

“Jesus, baby, another baby,” he chuckled at himself. Then a proud grin lit up his face. “Can’t wait ta tell the guys. They’re gonna be so excited.”

You fixed him with an admonishing look as you pulled his hand from your cheek to tug him toward the car. “Oh no you don’t, mister. You better not say a thing at the party tonight.”

“C’mon, a party’s the perfect place to tell everyone,” Bucky countered, shooting a look back over his shoulder to his parents’ plot. You let him go, scolding yourself for being so rude and trying to rush him away. But he only paused a moment longer, nose buried in your daughter’s hair as she snored gently. When you slipped your hand low on his back, he hooked his arm around your shoulders to tuck you into his side before moving to guide you down the grassy row.

You were nearly back at the car when Bucky spoke again, opening up the back door where the carseat waited. “Can’t believe you don’t want me ta share the good news tonight.”

“Bucky,” you clucked your tongue, but with no real ire in your voice as he strapped your daughter in. “Tonight is about Sam and Steve, not us.”

“It’s a housewarming, not an engagement party,” he snickered as he tried to click the harness quietly to avoid jostling the baby too much. “Besides, everyone, everyone, knew before me last time.”

A little hand stayed wrapped around Bucky’s until he carefully removed it, replacing his wrist with the arm of the giant stuffed polar bear in the seat beside. It had gone through quite a bit since he’d won it for you, from the weeks and months you were apart and it was your only comfort, to becoming your daughter’s near-constant companion after daddy told her it would watch over her in his place whenever he absolutely had to be away on a mission. Its white fur was dingy now, with a few colorful stains and spots where you’d had to mend seams from a bit of rough handling, but it was well-loved and you wouldn’t change a thing about it.

“Okay, fine,” you said, relenting as Bucky straightened himself from the backseat. “You can tell Steve and Sam and if they give the go ahead, you can make a big deal out of it.”

“As you wish,” he smiled with a mischievous glint while settling his hands at your waist and smothering you in another kiss that had you leaning back against the car. Maybe you both knew those two men, who called themselves uncles before you even had a chance to, would be almost as excited as Bucky was.

After managing to pull away to catch your breath, you couldn’t help tugging the front of his shirt affectionately. “So, you ready for another nine months of me waddling around, fat and moody?”

“Are you kiddin me, sweetheart?” Bucky crooked an amused eyebrow at you. “I dunno how you managed it, but you were even more beautiful when you were carryin our little girl.”

“Sweet talker,” you scoffed gently and shoved lightly at his broad chest.

It didn’t bother him one bit. Instead, a cheeky grin spread his face and he dipped his head closer to speak in a lower tone. “Besides, I can’t wait til them hormones hit ya and you won’t be able to keep your hands off me again.”

You snorted, trying not to be too loud with the baby sleeping closeby. What a joke. Since when have you ever been able to keep your hands off him? To prove the point, you reached around and slipped your fingers into his back pockets, pulling him closer to you, which he easily complied with. “Are you sure you can keep up with me again, old man? We could see about getting you some Viagra...”

“Oh, you don’t gotta worry about that, kid. Ya smart ass,” Bucky chuckled under his breath with a shake of his head, tip of his nose brushing yours before he pressed his lips to yours again.

He kissed you thoroughly, taking his sweet time despite the awkward locale. But stealing moments in the strangest of places and at the oddest of times had become practically a necessity since your daughter came along. How you’d found time to make another was a miracle. So, there were no qualms keeping you from slipping your fingers through his hair and giving over to him momentarily, letting him pour some of his joy back into you and melting a little more when his hand found your stomach again to palm just below your belly button. The gentle intimacy of the touch sent a fluttering through your gut. Your arms were still looped around his neck when the two of you parted, but he had no interest in moving away at the moment. Bucky tilted his head back to regard you with a tender, disbelieving expression.

“You’re too good to me, солнышко,” he said quietly, in that familiar, vulnerable tone. “After what I been through, I couldn’t let myself hope. Now I got more’n I ever coulda dreamed of. How’s a bum like me get so lucky?”

“You deserve this, Bucky,” you replied, cutting off the protest forming on his lips with a furrow of your brow and a gentle tug of his hair. “You deserve to be happy. You’ve earned it.”

Tongue darting out along his lower lip, Bucky shook his head with a huff before setting his smile back on you. “And what about you, huh, Mrs. Barnes? How’re you feelin?”

“What can I say, Sarge,” you sighed, teasing, knowing the title sent a thrill through him as much as calling you by his last name. Regarding him a moment, you remembered the way he looked the first time you met him, when he’d been shuffled into your house, stoic and disheveled and displaced. Though he was still occasionally plagued by his past, it was a far cry from the man standing in your arms now. The man who mucked through hell and still wanted to do good. Who you were meant to help and helped you too. Your husband, the father of your child. Children, now. Your fingers slid from his hair to grip his chin affectionately. “I guess I’m just a sucker for a happy ending.”

Another bright smile greeted you as you pulled Bucky in for one more kiss before he carefully, quietly shut the back door of the car and helped you into the passenger seat. He rounded the front of the car to slide behind the wheel, taking a glance in the backseat to check on your daughter before the engine roared to life. Once he had the car in gear, his fingers slipped between yours on the console, thumb caressing gently over your knuckles as he threw you a grin and pulled away from the curb.

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frannyzooey · 3 years ago

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Hi I am here to proclaim my love of you and your writing 💕

Seriously I love everything you’ve written. TMTC fills the western AU hole in my heart I didn’t even know I needed until I read it. The way you’ve written Gracie, the OC I would lay down my life (and hand in marriage for)?? Please she absolutely deserves only the best. And I love how you’ve written in Pedro’s other characters into the universe; you’re too talented.

I think about Box Set Frankie at least once a day. I mean the way you’ve written him—mischievous and a lil’ goofy, but not afraid to get D I R T Y 🔥🥵. Before reading Box Set, I liked “Work From Home” by Fifth Harmony, but after reading “Home Video”…yeah I like it for extra reasons now 😉. I feel like this happens a lot in your writing; even though you don’t know me I’ll read little details that make me feel seen. Another example of this is in “Roman Holiday” when reader whips out Milk Duds; I love this candy and it made me feel so happy to see it pop up in your fic.

Omg what can I say about Weeknights Frankie? I’m seriously in love with him. He’s so soft, charming, understanding, literally a 15/10 man. He’s such a Good Dad™ to Lucia, while also being a Daddy™ after dark. Seriously, get you a man who can do both. I love rereading Weeknights because the way you develop the Frankie x reader relationship is so wholesome with the perfect amount of pining to make my heart yearn for one man and one man only. And then it all comes to a tipping point in “Wednesday” and oh my goodness my 🐱 has left the building. I always think of you when rewatching Triple Frontier because of the way you’ve expanded his character.

Finally what can I say about resident murder daddy Dave York. Catch me loving fics about a man whose movie I’ve never seen. You’re such a talented writer and I love how you can write a soft Frankie and a punishingly dirty Dave. I’ve never wanted to be an analyst more in my life.

tl;dr: ilysm. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing your beautiful writing

the way I sat on this for days because I couldn’t stop rereading it 🥺❤️

I don’t even know what to say — I’m so in love that you’ve picked apart all my fics, so I’m gonna pick apart your ask:

1) TMTC is so very special to me, it means the absolute world to me that you love it 🥺❤️

Gracie will 100% accept your hand in marriage, but only for the fattest of rocks and also if you let her continue to play her rope games with you, occasionally welcoming other people into your bed because she wants all the love 🥰 but then you gotta let her sleep because she gets real crabby if she doesn’t get any 😌 — and thank you for mentioning the other Pedro characters, they were so fun to write and I’m so glad you enjoyed them! We have a little more of one of them coming in the epilogue....

2) Box Set Frankie owns my heart and so do you with that mention of “little details that make you feel seen” — what an amazing compliment and also the goal because my true aim with Box Set is comfort, with their established relationship and their fun intimacy and their filthy trust in one another and being “seen” is what it is all about ❤️ Also, Fifth Harmony and Milk Duds for the WIN — I put Milk Duds in there because they are also my favorite ☺️

3) Weeknights Frankie — you GET IT! Good, sweet dad during the day, absolutely daddy at night — get you a man who can do BOTH. The duality of that whole dynamic gets me every single time — there is something so attractive about seeing this competent man take care of those he loves with care and humor and love and then absolutely wrecking your shit at night. I love that you’ve enjoyed the pacing of their relationship — tbh, it’s the story that I’m probably the most insecure about, so to hear that brings me so much joy 🥰❤️ and OOF — yes, Wednesday — the chapter I thought would get me laughed off the internet and yet somehow everyone (including myself) was like 🚨👄🚨 ❤️❤️❤️

4) DAVE. I have also never wanted to be an analyst more in my life — jfc, the need in those. Your comment about being able to write both Frankie and then Dave has me floating into the sky with happiness 🥰❤️

Thank YOU from the bottom of my heart for sending this in — I’m gonna be thinking about it all day/week/month, just absolutely grinning and melting in the best way at your immense kindness.

Thank you for reading and for sending so much love! ❤️❤️🥰🥰😍😍

#people are the nicest ❤️#catch my crying in an iced coffee

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pynkhues · 4 years ago

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i know that the audacity of what im about to ask is off the charts bc you're already too good to us, writing fic left and right and updating a lot soon but im SO weak over the parenting group!AU that im right here to beg for a snippet of it, if you feel like sharing!

Haha, the audacity is not off the charts at all! I can give you a snippet! Sorry it’s coming a little later – when you sent this to me this morning, I was like ‘oh god, everything I have is too ugly to post’ haha, so it gave me an excuse to tidy up a scene I’d drafted already which is fun!

I will say as just a heads up, I’m operating now on a one-out-one-in system for multi-chaptered WIPs. So when I finish CYF (which is basically done, just got to post the epilogue!), I’ll be starting to post the pirate au, and when I finish See You in the Light, I’ll be starting to post this parents group au, and then finally when I finish If It Wasn’t for All the Lights, I’ll start to post the BDSM au! It’s probably a deeply flawed system, but it’s the one I’m going ahead with, haha.

Anyway!

A snippet of the parents group au!

“C’mon, pop,” Rio grunts, trying to get the tabs free on the side of the diaper as Marcus kicks out his legs, squirming up the back of the change mat like he’s trying to slip up on out of the thing, and shit, the last thing he needs is the kid to smear Rhea’s Earth Mama Angel Bottom Balm up the back of his new hoodie.

“I have spare diapers if you need to borrow one,” Beth says at the change table beside him, having apparently gotten Jane into her new one in record speed, and Rio lets his gaze stick for a second, watching as she makes even easier work of getting Jane’s thrashing legs back into her pink polka dot leggings, like it’s nothing at all. It’s enough to make his jaw rock, his attention twisting back to Marcus, trying to get the tab unstuck again, but his fingers are still oily with the diaper rash cream, and Marcus’ face is gettin’ redder, and he just can’t get his grip.

He tugs Marcus back towards him, dropping a hand to his son’s belly, tickling a little to try and calm him down, even as he levels Beth with an irritated look.

“Yeah, what part of this looks like the diaper’s the issue?”

Somewhere outside, he hears her friend laughing, the sound loud and warm over the pinging arcade machines and the banging of the bowling balls hitting the polished floor of the lanes, the crack of one hitting pins, and - - and he ain’t being fair.

Knows that.

It’s not her fault he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing.

Still, when he glances sideways at her again, she’s unbothered by his tone – not pissed like Rhea would be, or wounded like his ma – and something about that bothers him more than it should. Instead, Beth shrugs, fixing her gaze back down on her daughter.

“It just looks like it’s one of those organic ones, right?” she says, gently lifting Jane to put her onto her belly for a few minutes of tummy time – just like Nance had told ‘em to in class – before turning to better look at Rio, her eyes tired as she watches him yank again on the tab of Marcus’ diaper. “I tried those with Kenny, and I just find the tabs always - -”

Riiiiiiiip.

He can feel his pulse in his throat as his cream-covered fingers clench around a handful of torn diaper, can feel it even harder behind his eyes, his blood thrumming hot beneath his skin and damn, it ain’t anger, it’s just - -

Fuckin’ exhaustion.

He pulls the diaper out from underneath Marcus’ bare, wet-with-diaper-cream ass and stamps his foot hard down on the peddle of the bin beside the change table, tossing the whole damn thing in with more force than necessary, and he’s expecting Elizabeth to have that look on her face again – that one that’s some mix of pity and judgement or even worry at seein’ a guy like him snap – but it ain’t even really a look at all. She’s just magicked up one of her kids’ diapers from that Mary Poppins bag of hers, and holds it out to him.

“If you loosen the tabs and open it up a bit before you get it under him it’ll be easier too,” she offers, and Rio grunts, plucking it from her hand and fixing his attention back on Marcus’ flailing legs, sucking in a breath to calm his frayed nerves, before gently lifting his son again to get the diaper up underneath him, adjusting it to get it in the right spot, trying to avoid Marcus’ kicking feet, and it’s just - - sudden.

That’s the thing.

Because Marcus’ legs calm down right in time with Beth’s arm suddenly pressing into Rio’s, and Rio blinks up to see Beth reached over and her finger is curled in Marcus’ tiny fish, and Rio tears his confused gaze away from Beth to look up and see his son smiling, that one that makes him look like the whole damn sun, and he keeps smiling, even when he shoves his fist – still clutchin’ Beth’s finger – right up into his mouth.

And he’s gonna stop it – ain’t like he loves other people’s kids chewing on his knuckles – but he finally gets Marcus properly into the clean diaper, and before he can do anything else, Beth’s just started talking.

“That is a strong grip,” she whispers, so quiet it’s almost like she doesn’t want Rio to hear, and her voice is light and bright in a way he ain’t really used to hearing. “And very warm slobber, which is what you want from slobber. I mean, can you even imagine cold slobber? Like a ghost. I will say Billy from class has some weirdly cold slobber, so you stay away from him, mister.”

Rio just - - blinks, his brow furrows, his lips parting, but when he opens them all the way, no words come out. Instead he just stands there like a dumbass, watching this woman half-bent over her kid and his at the change table of a bowling alley, her strawberry blonde hair falling down, concealing her face so all Rio can see is his son’s, and how whatever it is she’s doing makes his son happy, and he can’t really explain any of it, but he just - -

“Oh my god, Paulie! Twins!”

“Amber, don’t - -”

Whatever Paulie was about to say is lost to the rest of the parents’ room as Rio spins to see a skinny, leggy blonde thrust a toddler with milkshake-vomit down his shirt at some guy with frosted tips like this is the fuckin’ 90s, and dart towards them in a wave of too-sweet perfume. She’s so fuckin’ quick (or maybe just - - y’know - - awake given her kid’s old enough to vomit milkshake instead of formula), instantly peering over at Marcus and Jane on the change tables, an easier feat now that Beth’s standing up again, her finger reclaimed, rolling Jane back onto her back on the mat.

Amber’s cooing is instant, and Rio sighs, grabbing Marcus’ pants from where he’d slung them over his shoulder and starting to shake them out.

“Oh my goooodddd, they’re like those ones you see on TV! Paulie!! Look!! Like, one’s just like mommy, and one’s just like daddy.”

Which - - Rio blinks, looking sideways at Beth, who just seems to be watching Amber with that same neutral, Stepford Wife-look she gets in class. Rio sets his jaw, shaking his head, as he starts to bunch the pants up in his hands, ready to put them on Marcus, opening his mouth to correct the other woman.

“Nah, they ain’t - -”

“You think so?”

The words are offered so suddenly, so sharply, that Rio’s head spins back around to look at Beth again, his eyebrows raised at her interruption, but she doesn’t look back at him, just keeps her gaze fixed on Amber. She wrinkles her nose a little, purses her lips, before dropping a hand back to the change table while leaning forwards a little, almost conspiratorially.

“We’ve been thinking about signing them up for auditions, but I don’t know,” she waves a hand suddenly at Rio, who only blinks at her. “James here thinks it might not be the best idea.”

And okay, for starters, fuckin’ James? She really wants to play him like that? But also - - just - - y’know. What the fuck? Rio stares at her, taking in her widening eyes and her baggy mama sweater that does exactly zero to hide the fact that she’s stacked, but also the fact that she’s holdin’ herself kinda different all of a sudden. Like she’s caught him looking, her gaze darts towards him, and it’s so quick he almost misses it, the way she just sort of - -

Shrugs.

Rio scoffs a little – a sound Amber clearly reads as about the audition and not about this whole damn show – and turns around, putting on a smile for Marcus as he finishes bunching up the pants and pushing them up over his tiny feet.

“Men are always weird about this stuff, but you guys should totally be auditioning them! Like, I could literally see them in commercials for formula. You know they always put the cutest ones in them, because they want to trick regular people into thinking that their product’s gonna like, magic you a better-looking baby.”

Which - - look, Rio can’t exactly say it’s a surprise. He’s pretty sure his sister changed her kids’ brand of juice because one of the ads had one of the little girl’s playin’ Daisy Doctor instead of Holly Housewife. His thoughts are interrupted though when Marcus sneezes, and Rio leans over enough to grab a tissue from Beth’s diaper bag, vaguely aware of Paulie rounding the change tables for the sink, and tugging off his own kids’ shirt and it’s really only then that Rio realises he hasn’t even blinked at the smell of vomit, which - -

Okay, actually, that could be the fifteen years working in a bar.

“You know, I think I’ve heard that,” Beth says, and the girl makes a humming noise, her bowling shoes tapping a little on the tiled floor.

“Well, that’s an insider secret for you. I lived in LA for like, ever. It was almost two years. I mean, closer to one, but that’s basically 40 Hollywood years. I even once auditioned to play a mom in a Baby’s Only commercial. I mean I didn’t get it, but I think it was because I was like, too in shape, y’know?”

Which - - shit, Rio coughs a little to cover a sound he doesn’t even know, a laugh? A scoff? Why the hell is she even talkin’ to this woman?

“Wow,” Beth says though, her voice loaded with concern. “That’s gotta be discrimination.”

“I know right?”

And it’s Jane who wobbles at least, her bottom lip quivering, her legs kicking, and Beth turns around instantly, humming softly back down at her daughter, and before Rio can help it, his gaze darts over to her, watching as her face softens, her eyes glaze over, like they do sometimes, and he thinks of saying somethin’ to her, but shit, what? He doesn’t know jack about her.

A wave of perfume hits them again, and the second he finishes getting Marcus’ pants on, picks him up, turns around at the same time Beth does with Jane, Amber’s right in front of them, her gaze darting between Jane and Marcus, like she’s not sure which one to look at first.

Finally, she just sighs, clutching a hand forlornly to her chest.

“Like, I’m not even kidding. You made two really nice babies. Like, Paulie, tell them I’m not kidding.”

Over at the sink, Paulie grunts again, holding the toddler’s shirt under a furious stream of water, and Rio stares for a minute, watching the guy morosely clean up toddler vomit while the kid licks the rim of the sink. Rio resists the urge to gag as he bounces Marcus a little on his hip.

“How’d you two even meet anyway?”

And at least that much he should’ve expected. Rio shakes his head, gaze fixing back on Amber, the words ready on his tongue, but before he can say a damn thing, Beth’s cut him off again.

“It sounds so weird, but it was actually at an underwater research center.”

Which - - okay - - what?

His gaze flicks back to Beth, but she ain’t looking back at him. She’s just got Jane curled into her chest, nestling her face into her breast, while Beth hums a little, just - - blatantly fuckin’ lying.

“I was studying - - ” outside, a bowling ball hits the floor hard. “How sound affects - -“ she fingers her pearl necklace with the hand not clutching Jane, “Oysters, because I am a scientist, and James here was researching - - ” Beth’s gaze darts around, fixing on Marcus in Rio’s arms. “Marco Polo.”

Before Rio’s even had time to catch up to that, Paulie blinks up, confused, from his spot at the sink.

“In Detroit?”

It’s enough to make Beth stutter, her eyes blinking rapidly, and he really should just leave her to fix this herself, should leave her there gaping like a fish, scrambling for the tail-end of her own lie, and get back out to the group, but - - Rio sucks in a breath - - Marcus would be bare-assed right now if it wasn’t for her.

“Nah, man, west coast. We just moved back here to be close to family with the twins,” he drawls with a shrug, and maybe that makes it worth it – how quickly Beth reels around to look at him, and - - shit, have her eyes always been that blue? Rio blinks, jerks his head back around to Amber, rolling his shoulders back to undo the sudden knot in them. “One of those things, yeah? We met workin’ out there, but turned out we were both from here.”

He means to leave it at that. Should, really, but all he can think about is her in class – prim and proper and that look again, like she’s judging him, and she got them into this, right? Before he can think twice, he drops his free hand to her lower back, smoothing it around to hold the soft hip furthest from him, smiling toothlessly as Beth stiffens and then pointedly, deliberately, relaxes, while Amber holds her hand to her chest again, hums an: “Aww, that’s how you know it’s meant to be!”

“That’s right,” Rio replies, and he watches Beth turn her face up to meet him, her gaze darting across his face like she’s trying to figure something out, and shit, he’s just trying to match what she’s laying down. After a moment, Beth spins into him, her free arm dipping around his back, and something in him sparks hot and he just - - he hadn’t known how fucking small her hands were until one squeezes at his waist.

“Right, honey,” she says, voice high and too-sweet. “I was just so lucky. And speaking of our families, we should really get back to them.”

After that, it’s easy enough to pack up the last of the diaper bags, for Amber to dip down to help Paulie and the kid, and for them to slip out again under the distraction, and it’s just fuckin’ weird, he thinks, to watch that little character Beth had invented – all ease and charm – slip off her shoulders like a cloak, and he means to let it go, because what skin is it off his nose if she’s some sort of pathological liar? But as they duck between the groups of sprawling teenagers and middle America families ordering fries and picking bowling ball weights, guys shoving each other at arcade games, and kids feeding quarters into claw machines, he just - - itches.

So maybe he steps a little slower, matching her pace, maybe he looks at her, amused, a little goading as he says: “So you in some secret, new mama improv group, or what?”

And Beth just - -

Shrugs, and shit, she doesn’t even look at him when she says:

“You don’t ever get bored of just being you?”

Rio blinks, his step slowing all over again, taking in her tired look, the diaper bag slung over her shoulder, that shirt she’s wearing, stained with grubby children’s fingers and milk, that damn new mama smell that’s always up his nose with her, and he just thinks - - nah, not really, but before he has the chance to say it, it’s like she’s read it on his face. She hoists a snuffling Jane up a little higher and moves faster than she has any right to. Back across the bowling alley, back into their lane, nestled in the shelter between her friend and her sister, away from him.

#parents group au #one day you will have a title #inyoursheets

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spine-buster · 5 years ago

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Alone, Together | Together: Epilogue 5 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: There are not enough words in the English language to express how I feel about your engagement with this story and the fact that it has finally come to its (writing) end, so all I can and will say is: thank you.

Christmas Eve 2031

Morgan’s heart was full as he stood at the kitchen island watching Andy and Maia finish decorating the small batch of gingerbread cookies for Santa Claus with Bee. Both kids were sitting on the countertop, fixing Smarties buttons and faces onto the icing before Bee scooped them off of the baking sheet and onto the plate. The entire time they had been working in the kitchen, there were giggles and kisses and singing, with Morgan sneaking bites of the dough, causing his kids to scream and want some for themselves (Bee digressed and let them have only a little bit). There were four cookies in total – one prepared to look like each member of the family.

“There we go! Our cookies are ready for Santa!” Bee exclaimed as she held the plate up. “Do you think Santa will like them?”

“He’s gonna think they’re so y…yummy,” Andy smiled proudly at his work.

“Mama…” Maia said. “We need carrots for Rudolph and the reindeer!” She looked towards her father for help. “Dada, we need carrots for Rudolph!”

“C’mere Ladybug, come help me peel them,” he stretched out his arms, grabbing Maia so he could balance her on her hip as they walked towards the fridge. He opened them, going for the baby carrots first playfully.

“No!” Maia yelled out. “Rudolph and the reindeer are big! They need big carrots! They need those carrots!” she pointed at the big ones on another shelf. “They will be hungry.”

“Okay okay,” Morgan said, grabbing a baby carrot in the bag with one hand before shoving it in his mouth, crunching loudly. “Mmmmm, what if I ate all the carrots before Rudolph and the reindeer?”

“You can’t, dada,” Maia chastised her father. “That’s no fair. We need to be nice.”

Morgan smiled proudly at the words that came out of his daughter’s mouth. “Yes, you’re right Maia. We do need to be nice,” he affirmed as he kissed her cheek. “You’re so smart Maia.”

“Smart like mommy.”

Bee looked over her shoulder, giving Morgan a playful look. “You’re so smart like mommy” was in Morgan’s lexicon for both of his children for the last three years. It was no wonder Maia picked it up. “Smart like daddy too,” he grumbled playfully, giving Bee a look too. “Okay, can you hand me the carrots so I can peel them?”

When all was said and done, Andy put the plate of gingerbread cookies on the coffee table, followed by Maia leaving the carrots. Bee poured a cup of milk and placed it next to the cookies. Andy even laid out a hand-written note signed by he and his sister, his near-perfect penmanship on display.

Dear Santa Claus

My name is Andrew Rielly and I am 6 years old. My sister is Maia Rielly and she is 3 years old. We hope you enjoy our cookies and that Rudolph and the reindeer eat the carrots. Thank you for coming to our house. Thank you for the presents.

Love

Andy and Maia.

“Okay…we’ve gotta go to bed now or else Santa Claus won’t come!” Bee announced. “Who’s ready to put on their PJs?!”

Andy and Maia raced upstairs with each other, disappearing into their bedrooms and getting their special Christmas pyjamas in their drawers. Morgan and Bee followed, taking them into the washroom to help them brush their teeth before bed. Bee went into Maia’s bedroom first, helping braid her hair before tucking her into bed. Morgan came in too, sitting opposite Bee on the bed.

“Mama?” Maia’s voice asked, the fatigue of the day finally showing in her voice.

“Yes Ladybug?”

“Tomorrow, I can try flying like Rudolph?”

Morgan and Bee snorted at the same time. “I don’t think so,” Morgan said. “You can’t fly, Maia.”

Maia didn’t seem happy with her parents’ answer. But she digressed, pulling the covers up to her neck – exactly how she liked it. “Will Santa bring presents for Bruce and Maggie?”

“Of course he will,” Bee answered quickly. “Maggie’s been a good girl, hasn’t she?”

Maia nodded her head. “Maggie’s a sweet girl.”

“And Bruce?”

“Bruce too,” Maia said before yawning. She looked at Morgan with her sleepy eyes. “Dada, can we get another puppy?”

Morgan paused. He looked at Bee, who was already looking at him. Maia was waiting for an answer. “Maia…we’ll talk about it later, okay? You need to go to sleep or else Santa won’t come visit.”

“Okay…” Maia digressed. “Goodnight Mommy. Goodnight Daddy. You the best mommy and daddy ever.”

“Goodnight my Ladybug,” Morgan bent down to kiss her. “Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight Maia. Mommy loves you,” Bee kissed her too.

“I love you too Mommy.”

Morgan turned off the light as they left her room, closing the door gently. Bee gave him a look the entire time. They made their way towards Andy’s room, who was already in his bed, though he was stretching over to his bedside table, adjusting his Funko Pops of John Tavares and Auston Matthews. When he noticed his parents walk in, he stopped. “Hi mama, hi d…dada.”

“You ready to be made into a burrito?” Morgan asked, to which Andy nodded his head. Bee and Morgan tucked him in just how he liked, a giant smile on his face the entire time.

“Dada?” Andy’s little voice asked once they were done.

“Yes my booboo bear?”

“Is S…S…Santa gonna visit my best friend Leon?” he asked, fighting with his eyelids to stay open instead of drop in their fatigue from the excitement of the day.

Morgan smiled as he caressed his little face. “Of course Santa is going to visit Leon. And I bet Leon will show you what he got from Santa tomorrow when he comes over with Aunt Angie, Uncle Mason, Nonno Rocco and Mémère Clarette.”

“And is Santa gonna visit J…J…Jace and Isabella? And Noam? And………Henry and Greta?”

“Of course. He’s going to visit all of you because you’ve all been good boys and girls,” Morgan nodded his head.

Morgan watched as the gears in Andy’s head began shifting. He loved that he was able to see Andy’s mind working in real time, even for the simplest things. He was such an expressive boy. Even though he had a bit of a rough start at school, everything was better now and Andy was in a much better place. Andy’s brows burrowed and his face contorted a bit, all in an effort to think and not fall asleep. “Mommy?”

“Yes Andy?”

“You know how Santa has r…r…reindeer?”

“Yes…”

“How do they fly?”

Bee couldn’t help but smile. “I think if Santa told us, that would break the magic,” she said. She leaned in and kissed his forehead. “You’re such a smart boy, Andy.”

“I love you mommy,” he said softly, his eyes finally closing.

“Mommy loves you so much Andy. You know Mommy loves you?”

“I know,” he barely got out. “I love you too Daddy.”

“I love you too, Andy.”

***

“We’re getting another dog, aren’t we?” Bee asked an hour later as both she and Morgan were downstairs on the main floor, putting out the presents from Santa. Bee stuffed the board game and books under the tree, while Morgan worked on the stocking stuffers.

“They’ve been asking for a year, Bumblebee,” Morgan said, as if that explained everything. “Bruce and Maggie are so good with the kids, and they’re good with animals…what’s another dog?”

Bee rolled her eyes playfully. “Is that why our iPad always has sheepadoodle Instagram profiles open whenever I get to it?”

“Maybe.”

Bee shook her head. “We’ll talk about it after the holidays.”

Bee watched as Morgan finished stuffing the stockings, making his way over to the coffee table before sitting on the couch and chomping into one of the carrots. She stayed silent as he chomped down on the others, finishing one so there were only two left that were mostly eaten. He then moved on to the cookies, taking dramatic bites and making sure to leave crumbs in and around the plate and on the coffee table. He ate most of them, leaving only remnants.

Bee couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes as she watched him. When he finally looked up at her, he noticed the tears automatically. “What’s wrong?”

“You did that for me twelve years ago now,” Bee reminisced, her eyes welling up with tears even more. Just saying how long it had been since he did that for her, one year into their relationship, was a lot for her to handle. “Do you remember?”

“Of course I remember,” Morgan said, getting up from the couch and making his way over to her. “I wanted to give you a normal Christmas.”

A lump in her throat formed at his words. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever needed,” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her against his body. “Look how far we’ve come.”

“Look how far we’ve come together,” he added, kissing the tip of her nose. “Look at how much we’ve accomplished, how much we’ve grown, how much we’ve done, how much we’ve built…” he said. “We’ve come so far. And there’s still so much to go, still so much to do. Together. Because I love you, Briony Rielly. Forever.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him passionately. “I love you so much, Morgan Rielly.” She couldn’t let go of him. She couldn’t stop kissing him. In her dream kitchen, on Christmas Eve, with her two children sleeping soundly upstairs, her two pets sleeping with them, she didn’t want the feeling to end.

To think of where she started to where she now was.

Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada. Daughter of an alcoholic mother. Raised in rooming houses, homeless shelters, and public housing. Emancipated at sixteen.

Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada. A Master’s student. A poor, starving Master’s student. A teaching assistant at the University of Toronto. A graduate of the University of Toronto. A junior financial analyst at Scotiabank.

Briony Rielly of Toronto, Canada. A Master of Financial Economics. A certified financial analyst at Scotiabank. Wife to Morgan Rielly of the Toronto Maple Leafs. A philanthropist. A mentor at Alateen. Co-founder of The Rielly Foundation. Mom to Andrew John and Maia Claire.

She was complete.

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years ago

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Peace Like A River - Epilogue

A Gwilym Lee x Reader Story

Summary: Reader has found her peace in Gwilym. Violet shares how much it means to her on a special day.

Word Count: 1.6K

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A/N: Here is the super sappy promised epilogue! Y’all it is GUSHY but after such a wild ride, I thought they all deserved some pure love lol. Thank you all so much for the love you’ve shown this story. I had so much fun writing it and seeing how all of you reacted to the twists and turns. Please enjoy the last part of Peace Like a River :)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI

Epilogue here we go!!!

You twisted one last curl around Violet’s face and pinned it carefully to the back of her head. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She was so beautiful, and you could see the excitement in her eyes. You leaned over her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

“Are you nervous at all?” you wondered.

She shook her head. “No. Jamie is it for me. I know it.”

You grinned. “I’m so happy for you, baby. I just can’t believe you’re getting married.”

“Mom,” she groaned with a roll of her eyes, but she was still smiling. “I know I’ll always be your baby.”

“Yes, you will,” you assured her, giving her another small squeeze.

“Mom, I need to tell you something,” she said seriously. “Before the others get here.”

“The others” you knew referred to her younger siblings - Sybil, Olivia, and Tom. Your brow furrowed. What could she not say to them?

“What is it?” you asked.

“I was in New York for that conference - about a month ago - and I...well, I met up with Henry.”

You blinked and stepped back. “How did it go?”

She looked at her hands folded neatly on her lap. “Not great. Especially not after I told him about Dad.”

After you and Gwilym were married, he adopted Violet officially. Only then did you give her her father’s last name, Lee. You could imagine Henry hadn’t taken that well.

You knelt down in front of her and took her hands.

“Did he hurt you?” you asked, heart rate quickening with worry.

“No,” she said, trying to smile but it came out as more of a grimace. “No, not physically. He just yelled at me for a bit. It was frightening, for sure, but I just walked away.”

“Do you regret going?”

“No,” she repeated. “I was always curious about him. Now I know.”

“Do you want to tell your dad?” you wondered.

“Not today,” she said. “But at some point, I will. It made me realize how grateful I am for him. I’ve always loved him, but that whole encounter just...made it abundantly clear why.”

“The best thing to do now is forget him,” you said. “You have a wonderful father who loves you very much.”

“I know,” she returned, smiling in earnest now. “I know I do.”

Just then, Gwilym appeared in the doorway with Sybil and Olivia. They both gasped when they saw Violet and immediately began gushing about how great she looked. She beamed at her little sisters and embraced them excitedly. Gwilym stood frozen, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. You chuckled and slipped an arm around his waist.

“Shocked?” you questioned.

He nodded stiffly. “I can’t believe that’s our little girl.”

“I know,” you agreed.

“I mean, I still remember her with whipped cream on her face and saying Merry Breakfast,” he said. “That feels like it was yesterday.”

“To me too,” you said. “But she’s not a little girl anymore.”

“No, she’s not,” he said. “She’s about to make Jamie the luckiest man in the world. Second to me, anyway.”

You giggled and kissed him on the cheek. Violet finally shook off her sisters and approached you and Gwilym. As she looked at him, you saw her eyes shining with tears. He wrapped her up in his arms.

“Scared, love?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, I just love you so much.”

“Aw, I love you too, sweet girl,” he returned. “Are you ready? Jamie’s waiting for you.”

She took a deep breath and grinned. “I’m ready.”

Tom was a groomsman, so he was with Jamie. He was waiting to walk Sybil and Olivia down the aisle first. Then you and Gwilym would follow with Violet. She had insisted on you both giving her away for equality’s sake. You waited with her at the front of the aisle and you saw her squeeze Gwilym’s arm. The music changed and it was time for the bride to make her way to the groom.

The ceremony was beautiful. You cried through their vows - which Jamie and Violet had written themselves. Gwilym actually held up very well. You could see how happy he was for them. But he didn’t cry. He did put his arm around you to comfort you.

As the happy couple made their way back down the aisle as husband and wife, you leaned into Gwilym. He pressed his lips to your temple and whispered how much he loved you, exactly as he had done on your own wedding day. You closed your eyes and just let him hold you for a moment, taking you back to that time.

The reception hall was lovely. It was simple, with just a few lights scattered around to create a soft, warm glow. After pictures were over, you all settled at the head table with the bride and groom. Violet was absolutely glowing. She gave Jamie a sweet kiss and then she stood up, clinking a fork against her champagne glass. The room quieted and turned eyes on her.

“Thank you, everyone, for being here on this special day,” she began. “I feel so blessed to have so many friends and family who care for me and Jamie. We are truly grateful.”

She paused and took a deep breath.

“I wanted to say a few things before we get too far into the reception,” she said. “Some things that have been weighing on my heart in the days before my wedding.” She turned toward you and Gwilym. “Mom, Dad, as I thought about marriage, I realized I was ready because of the example you set. Watching you two instilled in me tools for navigating a partnership that have been fundamental in my relationship with Jamie, and will continue as the pillars of our marriage. Things like respect, understanding, open-mindedness, and most importantly unconditional love. I knew Jamie was the one for me because I recognized these qualities in him. Qualities I’d seen from the two people I admire most in the world.”

She took a sip of champagne.

“Gotta drink before this part because it’s about to get emotional,” she joked, and everyone chuckled.

“Mom,” she said, meeting your eyes. “To me, you’ve always been strength. You have survived so much, and you went through a literal hell for me. And yet, you never made me feel unwanted or like a burden. You have taught me to demand respect for myself and to work hard for the things I want. You’ve taught me more about loving myself than I could even conceive of. And you’ve shown me the value of taking chances. You are my biggest cheerleader, confidant, and friend. You are my inspiration. I love you so much.”

She finished with a smile. Through watery eyes, you blew her a kiss. She met Gwilym’s gaze then, and you saw tears spring to her eyes.

“Dad,” she said shakily, and she had to swallow the lump in her throat. “This is gonna be hard, but I promise I’m really happy.”

He laughed and smiled warmly at her. She cleared her throat.

“Dad,” she began again, stronger this time. “I don’t remember it, but I’ve been told the story of how I chose you my whole life. One day, I called you ‘Daddy’ and since then, you just were. I love that story, and I think it’s so incredible that I selected you out of all the men in the world to be that for me. But, um…” she trailed off, her bottom lip quivering. “But you chose me too. Lots of men would have run screaming from everything that Mom and I meant. But you stayed, when you had every reason to step back. No one would have blamed you. But you didn’t. So yes, I chose you once. But you chose me and my mother over and over and over again. And you gave us all of you every single day.”

She sniffled and paused again. A tear slid down her cheek.

“You’ve shown me what a good man looks like,” she choked out. “You’ve shown me what a good father looks like. You’ve shown me what love looks like. Thank you for choosing us.”

You looked over at Gwilym and saw tears flowing down his face. He was trying to wipe them away, but quickly decided it wasn’t worth it. He got up and reached his daughter in two strides, completely engulfing her in his embrace. You saw her shoulders shake with a sob as she beamed up at him, no longer bothering to hold back her tears either. You watched them together and felt like your heart was breaking and also dancing around inside your chest.

Gwilym held Violet tight. He was overwhelmed with affection for her in this moment, though he never thought it possible to love her any more than he already did.

“I love you, my girl,” he whispered. “I will always choose you.”

She laughed through another sob and kissed his wet cheek. “I love you too, Dad.”

They made it through and finally, Jamie took Violet’s hand and led her out to the dance floor for their first dance. They’d actually gotten lessons to dance a foxtrot to Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend.” You looked at Gwilym, still dabbing your eyes.

“I can’t believe she did that,” he sighed.

“I know, she got us good, huh?” you teased.

He laughed. “Look how happy she is.”

“We did okay with her,” you said, leaning on his shoulder.

“More than okay,” he replied. “She’s perfect.”

“Well done,” you told him. With a smile, you added, “Dear Friend.”

He kissed your forehead and smirked. “You as well, Dear Friend.”

Together, you watched your other children join Violet and Jamie on the floor. Your family was growing, and would continue to grow as each of them found their way in the world. You and Gwilym would always be there for them, providing a home, and showing them love. You were their peace, and they were yours.

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michael-langdon-appreciation · 5 years ago

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Loved part 12!!! How long do you think it’ll be till 13? No pressure though :))))

It’s finally here, it’s been an absolute joy to write the Runaway Saga. When it began I had no idea that it would take off and so many of you would love it so much. We have an epilogue left to go but it’s nearly time to bring the story to a close. I’ve loved writing Jim, Duncan, Michael and Y/N. It definitely won’t be the end of the foursome, but all good things must end.

I hope you enjoy, I had to admit I was emotional writing this.

(Does contain giving birth)

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PART 13

MICHAEL

Her screams rip through me as I fight back the tears. ‘Come on my darling, you can do this.’ He grits his teeth so hard they crack, never breaking eye contact with Y.N. Her hair is glued to her forehead in sweaty strands, her chest heaving.

‘GET THEM OUT OF ME MICHAEL!’

‘We will!’ He roars back, ‘You’re almost wide enough. Is that what they even say?’

‘I DON’T KNOW!’

‘Fuck!’ His hands shake, both hovering above Y/N round stomach. Her screams are raw as the contractions come hard and fast, ‘Ease up baby please.’ He begs, ‘You gotta let her live! Please! You can’t make the same mistake I did.’

There’s a brief pause and Y/N lifts her head. ‘What’s happening?’

Michael listens intently, ‘I….don’t know.’ His hands rest on her stomach, Michael’s magic flowing throughout her.

One heartbeat.

And another…fainter.

‘Give your twin a chance.’ Michael whispers, tears tracking down his cheeks. ‘You’ve gotta ease up. You’re ready babygirl, just let them come.’

Y/N’s back snaps upwards as she screams loud enough to make the windows rattle in their panes. ‘MICHAEL!’

The door bursts open. Michael can’t even deal with the problem if he wanted to.

He has to make sure they live.

‘OH FUCK!’

It’s Jim, sagging against the door at the scene before him. Michael’s got Y/N propped up in bed resting against a mound of pillows. She’s gripping the sheets tight enough to nearly rip them. Duncan barrels into Jim, sending them both careening into the room.

‘What’s happening.’ Duncan demands, ‘Are they both alive!’

‘At the moment.’ Michael answers, ‘Let me do this.’

‘If you hurt my kid-’

Michael sends Jim back against the wall with a push of his hand. ‘I AM TRYING TO FOCUS!’

Duncan collects Jim, wrapping his arm tight around Jim’s waist for support. Both men kneels beside Y/N and she squeezes their hands the moment they’re within her reach.

‘I don’t know how you’re here but thank god you are,’ She grits out.

‘They’re early.’ Duncan murmurs, ‘It isn’t time yet.’

‘I know!’ Y/N’s tone is full of frustration, ‘And I can’t even get to a hospital I have to let the Antichrist be my midwife!’

Michael shoots her a scowl, but then he hear it.

A little girl’s voice, sweet and as melodic as a chime.

‘I’m ready, daddy.’

‘Okay Y/N you need to start pushing.’ Michael’s voice is full of authority as he clocks both Jim and Duncan too. ‘It’s time.’ Jim and Duncan wince horribly as Y/N crushes their hands. Her voice strains awfully as she tries to push with every ounce of her strength. ’Keep going!’ A headache is forming between Michael’s temples, the strain of sending healing magic to his Y/N a constant battle. ‘You’re doing so well.’

‘You can do it.’ Jim joins the barrage of encouragement, ‘You’ve got this Y/N. I’m so so sorry for all the shit I’ve put you and everyone through.’ His eyes flick to Michael, ‘You too. Just save my kid!’

‘NOT THE TIME JIM!’ Y/N screams as every single one of her muscles contract.

‘I can see a head,’ Michael declares. ‘One more big push, Y/N.’

The baby’s body appears, slimy and beautiful. Michael gathers the child at once, running on pure instinct as Duncan darts round to help him.

‘I saw them cut the umbilical chord in a medical drama.’ He says, brandishing the scissors. ‘I know how to do it.’

‘GET THEM AWAY FROM ME.’ Y/N screams, still very much feeling the pain.

Jim’s eyes are glued to the baby, ‘Whose…is it?’

He waits for the chord to stop pulsing, ‘Cut it now.’

Duncan does as instructed, making clean work of the job. ‘I hope you sterilised these scissors.’

‘Do you think I’m an idiot?’

‘GUYS!’ Y/N’s head flops to the side, a tear making it down her cheek as Jim wipes it away. ‘Is they baby okay?’

The little one’s eyes flick open, large ocean blue eyes meet Michael’s own. He feels the bond immediately as he towels off the little one, ‘She’s here.’ He says, ‘Our little one.’

There’s silence as everyone waits. Michael wraps his little girl up and passes her over to Duncan. He can’t be selfish now, he must be ready to act.

‘Where….where is-’ Jim begins as there’s an almighty scream from Y/N.

Michael dives back into action, reaching out to feel for the heartbeat. ‘They’re coming!’ He cries, ‘The heartbeat is strong.’

‘I CAN’T!’ Y/N screams, ‘IT HURTS!’

’We need another sweet child, my love.’ Michael coos, pushing all his magic into her.

Jim looks on the verge of passing out and Michael can’t blame him. Between Y/N’s screams, his baby girl’s first cries and Duncan’s mantra of encouragement it would be enough for anyone.

Excitement builds in Michael’s heart, his baby listened.

Jim’s child is gonna make it.

The child enters the world screaming, his lungs full as his eyes open, tiny arms flailing about. Tears fall fresh down Michael’s cheeks, ‘It’s a boy.’ He announces, ‘Healthy and alive.’

Jim is by his side in milliseconds, peering over Michael’s shoulder. ‘Oh my god.’ He whispers, eyes filling with tears. ‘He’s here.’

Duncan passes over the scissors, ‘Do the honours, Jimmy.’

Jim snips the chord and slips his baby boy into his own towel. Duncan brings Michael’s baby over to Y/N as the Antichrist takes a well deserved collapse onto the floor. ‘I….promised you.’ He wheezes, ‘I’d….succeed.’

‘You did.’ Jim nods, swaddling his baby. ‘I don’t even know if this is right, can we call someone now?’

Y/N has taken her little girl into her arms, ‘She’s so beautiful.’ She breathes, her expression awestruck. ‘Hello, baby girl.’

‘Did you ever think of a name?’ Duncan asks, his eyes soft as he gazes upon the child.

They haven’t discussed names, but Y/N answer comes as if she’s always know. ‘Miriam.’ She says, ‘I want to call her Miriam.’

If Michael had been crying before, it was nothing compared to the tears dripping down his chin now. ‘You…wanna call her that?’ He staggers to his feet, ‘I can’t think of anything better.’

‘Miriam Medina Langdon.’ Y/N says, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Jim cracks a smile, ‘It’s perfect.’

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JIM

His baby is here.

This tiny potato-like miracle is his.

Jim can barely stand as he passes over his baby to their mother. Y/N takes the baby boy into her arms, passing on Miriam to Michael. The Antichrist is besotted already, he won’t remove his eyes from the child, nodding along occasionally. Jim is certain they’re already having their first non-verbal conversation.

Duncan rests his head against Y/N’s, ‘He’s got your eyes, Jim.’ He notes. ‘The same shape and colour.’

‘But Y/N’s smile.’ Jim says, ‘Her beautiful beautiful smile.’

Whenever Y/N smiles at him it’s like seeing the sunrise on a new morning.

‘You need a name for him.’ Duncan presses, ‘Now he’s here in the world.’

Jim hasn’t thought of a name. He didn’t fully believe his child was gonna make it, nevermind a name.

‘Uhhhhhhh.’ He wracks his brain, searching the room for inspiration.

He’s got nothing.

‘Any ideas?’ He asks the room, ‘I’m open to anything but Adrien.’

The room thinks, well Duncan thinks alongside Jim. Y/N closes her eyes, getting a few moments of precious peace. Michael’s far too enraptured with baby Miriam to notice anything else in the room. The witches could have come in, magic wands blazing and Michael would remain where he is cooing over the infant.

Duncan’s fixated on Michael too, ‘Jeffrey.’ The words come out a whisper, not fully realised.

His words bring Michael out of his stupor, ‘What was that?’

‘Give Jeffrey his chance now.’ Duncan’s eyes flick to Jim, ‘It’s…poetic I guess.’

Jim mulls it over, as Michael pushes away more tears. ‘Would you…like that Michael? It wouldn’t be…too much?’

‘Nothing would give me greater joy.’ Michael says, ’You can do what I couldn’t, Jim.’

‘And Miriam kept her word.’ Duncan pushes, ‘She let him come into the world.’

‘Jeffrey Mason.’ Jim knows it’s right the moment it’s said aloud, ‘Why not?’

‘And it ties us all together again.’ Y/N pipes up, pushing her hair out of her eyes. ‘That’s all I’ve wanted.’

Jim nods, ‘I’m sorry how I’ve reacted-’

‘You don’t need to be sorry.’ Michael cuts him off quickly, ‘I was the one who kidnapped Y/N.’

‘Yeah,’ Duncan frowns. ‘It doesn’t put you in the good books.’

‘I knew you would terminate her.’ Michael holds his child to his chest, ‘I…couldn’t let that happen.’

Duncan claps him on the shoulders, ‘We never should have even thought about it. We should have trusted you.’ Duncan pushes Michael’s hair behind his ears, ‘I for one, will never misjudge you again.’

‘So…where do we go from here?’ Jim’s voice has gone timid, ‘No offence Duncan, but we can’t have two babies at your apartment. Plus, it doesn’t look like Jerome is leaving anytime soon.’

‘The beach house.’ Duncan answers, ‘It’s got enough space for us all.’

‘But what about being in the city for work?’ Y/N counters, ‘You’re big plans to run for Mayor.’

‘I think that can wait till I’ve spent some time with my family.’ Duncan smiles, ‘Besides, people are far more likely to vote for married men with children.’

‘Would you come with us?’ Jim asks, ‘I know words are easy to say and not mean but…I really do want you in my life. In all our lives.’

Michael considers it, he’s lost in thought as the Antichrist peers down at little Miriam. ‘I don’t know if I can watch you marry Y/N.’ He admits, ‘It might be too much for me.’

Jim can see the slight crack in Duncan’s facade, ‘Oh.’

‘But I’d like to try.’ Michael says quickly, ‘I want to see if we can make it work.’

Miriam gurgles in the Antichrist arms, she reaches out towards her brother, straining to be closer. Michael brings her over and seats the baby girl beside her twin and Miriam settles at once, ‘Doesn’t look like Miriam wants to move away from her brother,’ Y/N notes.

Jim grins, ‘Looks like you’ll both have to stay.’

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draconida · 5 years ago

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BKDK Fic Recs

I've a lot of bookmarks in my AO3 profile and I needed to make a list with all those wonderful stories!

[This list will have other parts]

1- Mechanical Bull by warschach [Explicit]

Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

2- Dull by choimarie

“What? Never have seen a hot dude before?”

3- Caught Looking by EAter [Explicit]

He hadn’t meant to look, but once he did, he couldn’t stop. Izuku always knew Katsuki was attractive, in a sort of removed, passive way. He’s obnoxiously fit- with good posture and clear skin and those sharp, dangerous eyes.

Really, it’s a wonder Izuku hadn’t stopped to stare sooner.

4- Sour Silk by BrightEyesEren [Explicit]

Midoriya Izuku starts to receive random gifts at his door. Chaos ensues when he realises he has a sugar daddy.

5- Drinking Watermelon by warschach [Explicit]

For whatever reason, maybe divine fate, Izuku turned and looked over his shoulder and waved to them.

Katsuki’s heart full on stopped right then, and his fingers forgot their duty on the rails, and his body neglected its job to keep Katsuki balanced.

Izuku’s summer sweet smile fell into concern as Katsuki went airborne and cracked his skull on the porch.

Or Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

6- Sucker Punch by warschach [Explicit]

But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(Or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

7- K-9 by warschach [Explicit]

Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

8- Misfire by deplore

Life's difficult when you're a teenager and your hormones make you lose control of your quirk. Alternately: A PG-13 version of "Sex Sent Me To The ER."

The pleasant sensation that comes from kissing Bakugou – the knowledge that it’s because he’s touching Bakugou so intimately that’s got Bakugou making such vulnerable noises – it tingles satisfyingly underneath his skin in a way that almost feels like when he activates One for All.

– and then there’s the sickening sound of something snapping just as Midoriya realizes, half a second too late, that the feeling is actually exactly like when he activates One for All.

9- Sugar Stardust by milkcandie

Between baking pretty macarons and sculpting wedding cakes, Katsuki slowly falls in love with a certain green-haired coworker who has effervescent stars in his eyes. Maybe working as a pastry chef in Nowhere, Japan isn't so bad after all, especially when he’s in such close proximity to a boy who manages to beautify every little thing in his presence.

A pâtisserie AU where Katsuki and Izuku are really the perfect ingredient for each other.

10- Gravity by warschach [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.

Not that he cares, pfft.

Ha, Izuku Midoriya caring about Katsuki Bakugou, thinking he's pretty cute and not half bad once you get past the asshole persona; though that gargantuan ego of his could take a dive off a very tall cliff.

(Fine, he cares.)

11- In Which Bakugou Finds His One Tru Luv by Erina

Welcome to the Explodo-kill agency! We can destroy your buildings, crash your cars, and help you solve one of the seven mysteries in life: who is Bakugou Katsuki's mysterious boyfriend?!

The Misadventures of Explodo-kill Agency It is a really fun series! Super recommended ❤

12- Cherish Me by Justaperson1718

“What?”

Izuku looked back down at his menu and flipped the page, a small smile on his face. “Nothing.”

Katsuki glared at Izuku from across the table. “If it was nothing then you wouldn’t be staring at me.”

“It’s just a little funny watching you try to look your best for our date when you always look great anyway,” Izuku explained. He wouldn’t look up from his menu while he spoke, but his words remained ingrained with confidence nevertheless. He considered what he was saying to be fact, and nothing else. “Even when you’re not trying in front of the cameras, it’s still hard to take my eyes off of you.”

13- Chewed Up by warschach [Explicit]

Zombie apocalypse, more than a third of the population currently dead or in the state of undead, and Katsuki still somehow managed to get his shit stolen by two chicks and Freckle boy.

Fuck this new generation.

14- Manage Me by Justaperson1718

Izuku caught himself moving forward, his head tilted somewhat to the side, and his eyes shot wide open. His gaze met Katsuki’s half-lidded eyes now that he was no longer in a dreamlike state, and seeing the way Katsuki was looking at him—waiting for him—made him realize Katsuki would’ve let him do it. He might have even wanted him to do it.

“You’re both doing fabulous!” the photographer called out to them, packing his camera into his bag and getting ready to leave. “I just got word that what we have now should be good, so we’ll stop there. Thank you for your time! Lock the door on your way out after you change.”

The pair stayed frozen in place, with Izuku’s arms around Katsuki’s neck and Katsuki’s hands resting on Izuku’s waist, while the photographer and his supervisor left.

“Kacchan,” Izuku cooed once they were gone. “Did you want to…?”

15- I'll Hold You In My Heart by InkspillsNotebook

"Someday, everything you own, everything you love... will be mine."

When a threat from the past comes to light, the budding romance between Prince Katsuki Bakugou and Prince Izuku Midoriya is put on hold as Katsuki struggles to save the love of his life, and Izuku puts up with being turned into a swan.

The Swan Princess (1994) AU

16- King Tide by warschach

Izuku meets a sea prince.

17- Play It Cool by warschach

Izuku accidentally becomes Katsuki's secret cuddle buddy.

(or that time Izuku and Katsuki snuggle on real pretenses then false ones, each finding a way to poorly miscommunicate their emotions cause what do these boys do aside of making carters in infrastructures and in each other, make the whole class of 1-A weep for them, and manage a romance to bring Ryan Gosling to the brink of tears.)

18- Boom, Badoom, Boom by warschach

Izuku's working the kissing booth at the school fair, it just so happens Katsuki has been crushing on him since the first grade.

“Did you—“ Izuku parted his mouth with no sound leaving it, “Did you pay?”

“Yea.”

“For a kiss?”

19- Bad Dog by Morpheel [Explicit, Omegaverse & Hybrids]

Katsuki Bakugou is a Wolf-Dog hybrid who has been returned more times than he can count.

His natural aggression and anger is excessive, even for an Alpha. Every time he's been purchased he's wound up blowing it one way or another. Yet when another chance comes around to prove his worth, he'll do whatever it takes to stay-

That is, until he runs into a minor roadbump. He isn't the only pet in the Asai household. When said pet is also an Omega, currently in the throes of his season, how the hell is he supposed to not blow it? (Literally).

20- Cafe Mocha by HG_Wells

Everyone has a timer on their wrist that appears when they turn thirteen, they can never remove it until the moment the timer reaches zero and you find your Soulmate. Izuku Midoriya works at a cafe in downtown Tokyo and he finds his Soulmate in the worst way possible.

21- Heartbreak Aftermath by HG_Wells [Explicit & Omegaverse]

After a harsh breakup with his ex-boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto, his friends decide to take him out to get his mind off things. A few drinks with a stranger turns into something more and he gets more than what he bargained for.

22- It's Better Than Drinking Alone by osakakitty [Explicit]

On the fourteenth of July, Izuku Midoriya's girlfriend called him to her place, and dumped him. And now, on the morning of the fifteenth of July, he woke up with a gruesome hangover and no one to celebrate the day with.

Or not.

Modern-day AU where Midoriya and Bakugo are strangers who meet in a bar, and then have wild and crazy sex later that night. The morning after, it's Midoriya's birthday, but he can't quite remember everything that happened. Bakugo is still willing to give him a present.

23- The Morning After 'The Morning After' by VRios

Izuku gets his keys back. Short epilogue to "It's Better Than Drinking Alone".

24- Fishy by warschach for DriftingGlass [Explicit]

Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

25- Piggyback by deanvspanties

I found this prompt and I wanted to do it for Bakugou's birthday but I'm a bit late:

Person 1 complaining about how long the walk to wherever is, and Person 2 constantly telling them to shut up and that they’re almost there. After Person 1 doesn’t stop complaining, Person 2 picks Person 1 up like a child and tells them that’s what they get for complaining like a child, and carries them all the way there.

“If you’re going to act like a fussy goddamned brat, I’m going to treat you like one.”

Really I just wanted to write adult Izuku getting a piggyback ride from Kacchan.

26- The last dragon-blood king by claimedbydaryl [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Katsuki Bakugou was the alpha heir to a forgotten throne, reigning lord and warden of the Fyre Isles, a famed warrior of vicious repute in the Western Seas, and he would be wed to Izuku Midoriya by the day’s end.

27- Storge by Mellosweet [Omegaverse]

“Hold on,” Aizawa said, his voice harsh as if he couldn’t believe what he was just told “let me see if I heard it right. You went to Midoriya’s house with Eri and Kouta, because they wanted to see him, but Midoriya is in heat. Then he called the kids his ‘pups’, took them to his bedroom, and now Bakugou won’t let you near the house?” “Yes” Togata looked up to the building behind him “What should I do?” Aizawa sighs “I am not paid enough for this.”

28- Where's the Fire? by InfiniteTeal

Uraraka is on a mission, a mission to find out whether or not Bakugou and Midoriya are actually together. The evidence stacks up to prove that they are, even everyone else she brings with her sees it, but there's nothing she can do when the couple denies the evidence.

29- Curse the Way to Heaven by InfiniteTeal

Midoriya actually knows how to swear, and Bakugou gets turned on at the simplest moments.

30- Head Game Strong by InfiniteTeal [Explicit]

Some of the students from class 1-A decide to go out to dinner together for the evening. Midoriya hadn't planned to joined them, but it's no surprise that he's under the table fooling around with Bakugou. It sounded like a good idea at first, but Bakugou has a hard time keeping it together when Midoriya gives him a secret blowjob while everyone else is sitting around him.

31- Kacchan's Piercing by InfiniteTeal [Explicit]

Bakugou is bombarded by his classmates about his not-so-secret piercing. He finds out about what the other classmates did to Midoriya, and decides that he wants to feel Midoriya's tongue piercing for himself.

32- Memorized by SchrodingersCat_DoA [Explicit & Fem!Izuku]

Stupid. It was stupid.

Bakugou leaned down and grabbed her scarred wrist to pull her to her feet. He made his way to the dance floor, dragging Deku behind him. He could hear her sputtering behind him, trying to find words to say, but failing.

As he reached the edge of the dancing mass, he turned to face Deku and pulled her into him. Her hands met his chest and fisted in his shirt, pinching some skin, but he didn’t wince. “There, now you have someone to dance with.”

33- Blonde Haired Bunnies by Morpheel [Explicit, Omegaverse & Hybrids]

In an attempt to create a new genetic pattern in the Rabbit-Hybrid Gene, Izuku Midorya is paired with a very strange (and almost unorthodox) stud. The end goal is blonde haired, red eyed rabbits- though only one Alpha truly fits that bill.

Surely a wolf and a rabbit can't breed?

34- Never Skip Leg Day by SecretKiwi [Explicit]

Deku loves leg day, and so does Katsuki- just in a different way.

35- F.U. by warschach [Explicit]

Izuku smiled; Katsuki understood why people warned that the devil wore a Sunday hat and fine clothes because deception worked better if no one expected it.

Not anymore. He knew Izuku’s evil ways, and his ass might be a 20 on the hotness meter but Katsuki held grudges.

“Izuku,” he sneered; he too could be evil right back.

(Or Katsuki's a football player; Izuku's a cheerleader; they have a rivalry until it isn't one)

36- A Rare Exchange by aideyn [Explicit]

"Oi Deku! Heard you're looking for some "Rare Might"~?"

37- How To Fall In Love With Your Enemy by Insomnia_Productions

When you find the soul that is perfectly matched to your own, any mark that appears on their skin will appear on yours, as well. Everyone knows that.

Midoriya knows it... but, somehow, he's never imagined it happening to him.

Bakugou knows it, too... but he doesn't have time for stupid things like that.

And, although both of them know that Fate is never wrong... there have got to be exceptions. After all, this match cannot possibly be anything but a mistake. Right?

38- One Exception by GreyLiliy

If you’d have told Katsuki when he was in middle school that every day after his shift he’d come home to Deku waiting with a soft smile and dinner, he’d have laughed and set off an explosion in your face. But Deku is stubborn, Katsuki was weak, and now they share a home.

Routine is broken, however, when a Villain makes himself known by taking the lives of Pro Heroes with no trace of motive. With the entire Hero community on edge, Katsuki can only be grateful that Deku has given up on his childish Hero dreams and is safe at home instead of in the line of fire.

39- Swipe Right by Cellaira [Explicit]

Kirishima had another stupid idea, and Katsuki had nothing to lose. Then, he discovered a witty, freckled, attractive stranger, and he had everything to gain.

(Like some damn good sex.)

In other words, the Grindr AU no one asked for but everyone secretly needed.

40- Matchmakers by Trashreciptical

When Katsuki agreed to be Jirou's wingman at a school dance for his students he expected to be bored out of his mind, he expected to laugh at his students suffering trying to communicate with the opposite sex, and he expected being subjected to shitty pop music all night.

What he wasn't expecting was the gorgeous teacher from the other school with forests in his eyes and stars on his cheeks....fuck he has it bad.

In which Katsuki is a chemistry teacher that is one explosion away from being fired and Izuku is the adorable english teacher from a different school, who sweeps Katsuki off of his feet and he doesn't know what to do.

41- Between ink and thorns by soulstring

There are a lot of things people are amazed at when it comes to Bakugou Katsuki. The thing that stands out the most – especially since it comes from a man with so little patience and an explosive temperament – is his unsuspecting love for botany. In an ideal world he would look after his flower shop and get paid for it without having to deal with an annoying element attached to his work; namely bother, namely aggravation, namely humans.

And that day, the worst of them is about to enter his flower shop and his life.

42- Daisies bunches and heather branches by halcyonwhispers

Izuku falls in love with the foul-mouthed tattoo artist next door.

43- Unknown Number: I Love You by Lillabelle

Opposites attract right? Well that's what Midoriya's friend, Uraraka, thinks. Her friend from another school talked about another guy, Bakugou Katsuki, and the two girls decided the two were perfect for each other. Now Midoriya is left with the number of a guy he didn't even know.

How bad could it be?

44- How IKEA Sells All Their Beds by thankyouforexisting

The next day, Kacchan turns on the cold water while Izuku is showering, resulting in a screaming match that the whole floor gets involved in, and soap bars starts flying everywhere, while Mineta throws his purple balls so that people can grab onto them and not slip on the wet floor, earning a “You’re not that bad, dude,” from Kirishima (It's a lie. Literally everybody hates him). Aizawa punishes them all by making them run laps for an hour the next morning.

Two days later, Izuku retaliates by lowering the thermostat until Kacchan can’t summon fire to burn his clothes, and Iida appears in the doorway holding a flag and shouting, “JUSTICE FOR CLOTHES! NO MORE DESTRUCTION OF FABRIC! WE MUST FIGHT THIS STRIKE AGAINST THE TEXTILE INDUSTRY, COMRADES!”

Kacchan rips the thermostat from the wall with his fire cannons and burns the flag, half of Izuku’s wardrobe, and his bed.//Deku and Kacchan are roommates, and everyone fears for their safety.

45- Yes, They're All Safe by teaandtumblr

Villains have entered UA grounds and are disposed of just as quickly, but that doesn't mean a headcount of the students doesn't need to be done. Toshinori would admit, he wasn't quite prepared for what he found in Bakugou Katsuki's room.

46- I’ll share this with you, so leave it behind by yabakuboi [Single Dad!Izuku]

For the sake of the story, All Might is never in need of a successor, and, when Izuku saves Katsuki from the sludge monster, encourages young Midoriya down a different path. Thus, Katsuki and Izuku part ways after junior high, as Katsuki enters U.A. and the Midoriyas move overseas. It’s later that Katsuki realizes that there’s something missing, that he drove that something away.

Years after, Katsuki finds him in the last place he looks, in the cereal aisle at the local grocery store of their childhood neighborhood.

47- Catharsis by dollcewrites [Explicit]

It's been six years since Izuku graduated.

It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration.

It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers.

It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.

48- Stopping All Stations by glamour_weeb [Explicit & Rape Fantasy]

Izuku begs Katsuki to roleplay as a pervert that feels him up on the train. Katsuki only agrees if Izuku wears a slutty school girl uniform. They both get a little bit too into it.

49- Go the Fuck to Sleep by glamour_weeb [Omegaverse]

Izuku can't sleep and Katsuki takes care of him aka Izuku is needy and Katsuki is whipped.

Takes place during the training camp.

50- Serpents by glamour_weeb [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Izuku goes into heat and leaves a trail of scent across Katsuki’s territory. When the Alpha catches his scent, he tracks Izuku down and mates with him.

51- Let's Get Closer Still by bionic_heehaw (nmhotel21) [Explicit, Fem!Izuku & Incest]

Izuku has a week to find out if her brother wants her the way she's desired him since middle school. After their parents come back from holiday, she probably won't have a chance like this again.

52- What’s up danger by The_Crafty_Cracker [Omegaverse]

Because apparently,The fic where Deku punches a bigoted entailed asshole Alpha in the face wasn’t an appropriate title.

Poor Katsuki has his handful with his mate nearly getting arrested, again!

53- Devil in Me by glamour_weeb [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Katsuki's usually the one getting into fights over Deku when they go to the club, but this time, his Omega's the one that starts a fight over him, but he doesn't stop there. Deku's determined to mark his territory.

54- You've Got Mail! by glamour_weeb [Explicit, Omegaverse & In process]

Izuku is a Quirkless Omega and Katsuki is an Alpha pro hero. Their paths might have never crossed if they hadn’t started using the anonymous mail service where Alphas and Omegas can buy and sell their clothes as heat/rut aids.

Izuku wonders if it's possible to fall in love with an Alpha's scent and Katsuki wonders if he'll ever meet the Omega that smells like his True Mate.

A very horny love story in three parts.

55- Pets take after their Owners by San121 [Explicit, Omegaverse & Hybrids]

Shouto and Eijirou are a loving couple, Shouto recently got a rabbit Pet and Eijirou wants his Katsuki to like his boyfriend's Pet. Katsuki does more than like.

56- Way more than a handful by Morpheel [Explicit, Hybrids & Trans!Izuku]

Izuku wasn’t quite sure what to expect in bringing a rescue to his home.

While most owners would pride themselves in adopting a mixed breed of dog, or perhaps a stray cat; Midoriya had completely bypassed the beginners circle and brought home a fiery wolfdog hybrid with a bad temper.

It... has up and downs.

57- Dii Consentes by Souzoshiyou [Explicit, Fem!Izuku, Torture, Gore and Blood & Slight TodoBakuDeku]

The two ran along the secret passage with Izuku running ahead, dragging Katsuki by the hand with giggles. The blonde looked at their joined hands before looking the heiress' back. God, he loves her so much. He'd do practically anything for her, even become her plaything if she wants. He had never met anyone that reflected and complemented him so much. He'll chase after her everywhere even to the pits of hell.

58- Wild Thing (You Make My Heart Sing) by Gezelligheid [Fem!Izuku]

A series of mostly unrelated one shots revolving around genderbent Izuku, mostly involving her relationship with our favorite hothead.

59- Earned It by Morpheel [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Because within the illumination of lantern light stood a brothel’s worth of Omegas, all in various states of disarray, giggling and washing themselves without a care in the world to the army in their path.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Bakugou Katsuki wasn't expecting any interruptions in his conquest of the Capital. Let alone for that interruption to backfire.

60- When the sunset shifts by ser_problematique [Explicit & Werewolves]

Katsuki has a problem; Izuku is there to help him through it. Smutty fantasy au with werewolf porn.

61- ¡NO CULPES AL ALCOHOL! by GABY_NEKO [Fem!Izuku]

"Oh my god, did I steal Kacchan's virginity?!"

62- Maid You Mine by glamour_weeb [Explicit, Omegaverse & Hybrids]

“Welcome to Yuuei, Master!” A squeaky voice greets Katsuki when he pushes through the door of the Omega maid cafe, the little bell on the inside jingling, announcing his arrival. “Oh, hi, Kacchan!”

“Deku,” Katsuki growls back, his own fluffy golden tail flicking behind him irritably.

A hybrid AU where wolf Katsuki begrudgingly puts up with his obnoxiously cheerful coworker, bunny Izuku, until the day Katsuki comes into work and goes into heat.

63- The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know by oyasumi_yue [Fem!Izuku]

‘Intrigued’ is an understatement for the Bakusquad as they notice Bakugo Katsuki, a guy who has a tongue that could rival Satan himself, is refusing to eat spicy food.

64- Do You Know What I'm Seeing? by oyasumi_yue [Fem!Izuku]

Katsuki Bakugo prides himself with a headstrong attitude, his only goal is to be the best Hero, 'distraction' is not part of his majorly curse-composed vocabulary. But then, it all wavered when that purple perverted bastard made a comment about Deku's prominent body features.

Alternative Title: When Did Deku Become So Hot?

65- Little Bad Girl by SchrodingersCat_DoA [Explicit & Fem!Izuku]

Bakugou tossed the All Might sleep pants back on the shelf but held onto the oversized t-shirt. He let it fall open and brought it to eye level to study it. It was two sizes too big for Deku – at least in the terms of length. It was a simple grey t-shirt and soft – it was also a men’s shirt. As he was studying the shirt, the tag caught his eye. Bakugou adjusted his grip and brought the shirt closer to his face. He grabbed the tag and sneered.

On it was written T.S. Of course that Half’n’Half bastard would write his initials in his clothing.

Bakugou’s smirk fell from his face as it finally clicked in his head that Deku had a shirt that belonged to Half’n’Half. His blonde eyebrows pulled into the center of his face until they met and could go no further. The smirk continued to fall until it was twisted into an ugly grimace. The t-shirt in his hands started to singe as his Quirk fired off.

This wouldn’t do. No, this would not do at all.

66- Reflections by Kreativekilljoy

Where hero Bakugou Katsuki keeps having impromptu encounters with officer Midoriya Izuku.

67- Changeling by Souzoshiyou [Fem!Izuku & Attempted Rape]

'He's not an angel, nor a demon. I guess I can call him a ghost... But I prefer to call him a soul in need.'

In one whole month, how did they affect each other? Did Izuku help Katsuki? Did Katsuki help Izuku? We'll never know, but one thing's for sure; they changed each other.

68- Izuku and the Stag by Sarcastic_Metaphor

Katsuki is a god, a patron of war and a conqueror of nations. Trying to court a puny, green-haired mortal shouldn’t be giving him as much trouble as it is.

Meanwhile, Izuku lives in the forest and studies magic. All he wants to do is continue his work, but he finds himself continuously running into a strange, angry boy in the woods.

69- Please Scent Me by fleurown [Omegaverse]

In which Deku needs a quick favor at a party and Katsuki can't deny such a cute face.

70- Mamma Is Here by KurageMonsta [Explicit, Omegaverse, Non-Con & Incest]

Midoriya Izuku really really loves his son.

71- Thrill of the Hunt by DrProblematic [Explicit & Omegaverse]

It began the way it always did — Izuku running, and Katsuki chasing after him. Despite both knowing where it would inevitably lead, they persisted for the sake of the journey: for the thrill of the hunt, of being hunted.

72- Drabbles and drabbles by kacchansass [Incomplete]

A collection of writing prompts sent to me on my tumblr! Typically gonna be BakuDeku prompts, but other pairings may pop up as well. Not all will be canon compliant either!

73- I'm So Glad I Found My Mate Today by kittiegirl1616 [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Pro-Hero Ground Zero has captured a villain when he senses his mate is nearby.

74- Nesting - The Omega Superstore! by Swifty_Heart [Omegaverse]

Imagine a store that wall to wall full of the softest blankets, pillows, and gourmet food! A superstore where Omegas go for all their nesting needs!

75- His Reflection by CarCarWong545 [Omegaverse]

Forced into a life that doesn't feel like his own, what shall Izuku do when he meets a not too pleasant alpha?

76- Eternity by PeppermintLeo [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Izuku was Kacchan’s partner, in every sense of the word. He ruled right next to Kacchan’s side, an alpha and an omega, leading Kacchan’s tribe against all sorts of odds. As well as his romantic partner, steady and solid by his side but giving when emotions called for it.

Izuku has adapted to the ways of the barbarian tribe with the help of Katsuki Bakugou, the barbarian king. From the beginning, he knew their connection would be special, but he never expected the man to ask him to spend forever, and after, with him.

77- If you can't find the morning light, i'm here tonight by yabakuboi [Omegaverse]

“You’re still you.” Katsuki can’t look at him as he says it. “You’re still Deku, but you’re not useless. You got dealt a shit hand, but you didn’t give up. You’re strong as hell, and you always have been. I didn’t see it as a kid, but I do now.”

Katsuki swallows. There’s a sharp smell to the air, blossoming up from where Izuku sits across from him at the little breakfast table, and it smells like grief, but like relief. And when he meets Izuku’s teary eyes, he feels his heart thud heavily in his chest. Slowly, cautiously, he slides his hands across the table and takes Izuku’s into his own.

Katsuki was never sure what happened to his childhood friend, quirkless Izuku who had presented as an omega and was whisked away to a traditional matchmaking house. Katsuki never saw him again after that, and tried to convince himself it was for the best. Many lonely years pass before he finds Izuku in the last place he ever wanted to, in the middle of a battlefield with a child clutching to his shirt.

78- Katsuki and the Hare by GreyLiliy [Hybrids & In process]

While hiking in the forest, Katsuki finds a wild hybrid caught and injured in a hunting trap. He performs his due diligence to call for help, not expecting to see the hybrid again.

However, on future hiking trips in those same woods, he spots hints of green in his peripheral and before he knows it, Katsuki finds himself with a curious tagalong that becomes a part of his life in a way he could have never predicted.

79- Dogged Love by GreyLiliy [Hybrids]

While helping out his friend Uraraka with her work, Izuku notices the client’s pet locked in a kennel wearing a muzzle. Izuku’s chest ached with the desire to help and before he knew it, he’d gathered the money and bought the dog from the other man, becoming a pet owner for the first time in his life.

Katsuki, however, wonders how he went from having a bad owner to one that needed a master of his own to keep himself out of trouble.

As time goes by, though, Katsuki and Izuku find out they’re both exactly what the other has always needed.

80- A Burrow for You and I by GreyLiliy [Explicit & Hybrids]

Katsuki and Izuku grew up together as neighbors, a human and a hybrid that most would call the best of friends. But after an unexpected step forward in their relationship, Izuku backed away and put distance between them—too much distance.

When Izuku arrives back home after a year of absence, he makes sure Katsuki is the first to see the fruits of his labor.

81- Izuku's Home for Wayward Pets by glamour_weeb [Explicit, Omegaverse, Hybrids & In process]

Izuku works at the Bureau of Companion Protection as a rehabilitator for abused and abandoned Companions, animal-human hybrids. He’s seen his fair share of cruelty cases and even fostered a few Companions, but he’s never had a Companion of his own, until now. After rescuing Katsuki from a life in an illegal, underground Companion fighting ring, Izuku must take in the wolfdog that no one else can handle.

Eventually, Katsuki comes to love his new home, as well as his new Master.

82- Does your mother know? by setitoff

It's hard for anyone to impress katsuki bakugou, much less catch his eyes, really. so when izuku midoriya, their new english professor shows up, katsuki is more than a little interested.

83- My ex-man brought his new boyfriend by setitoff [In process]

izuku's desperate to get a date after being persuaded (forced, more like) to go for a family reunion back in his hometown, in which he will most definitely see his ex, todoroki shouto, with a date of his own.

in a last attempt to find someone, izuku asks for help and ends up getting bakugou katsuki.

84- Payphone by flowercafe [In process]

Izuku’s in trouble — like, SOS trouble. Lucky for him, he’s one phone call away from salvation. Hopefully his trembling fingers dial the right number, because it would really suck if he accidentally called a stranger right now.

The “I was walking home alone in the middle of the night and someone started following me so I ran into this phone booth with a lock on the door to call for help, but my hands were shaking so badly I accidentally dialed the wrong number and I don’t even know who you are but please help me" au — ft. a Quirkless Izuku whose misdial connects him to the personal cell line of pro hero Ground Zero.

85- For whatever we lose by kindaopps [Dubious Consent]

He locks the pelt up in a chest, and keeps the key hanging from his neck.

The boy's face was devastated, but Katsuki found even that quite beautiful.

86- Plucking the Heartstrings by K1NGKYO

Izuku never expected to become attracted to a customer in the cafe, but sure enough, Katsuki 'Boom Boy' Bakugou catches his attention. As he pursues a friendship with Bakugou, Izuku discovers he is secretly a popular horror writer, but what's most surprising is Bakugou's musical prowess.

Music without words can say many things and Izuku discovers how.

87- In A Sky Of A Million Stars (Who Cares If One More Light Goes Out?) by Stringlish [Suicide Attempt, Depression, PTSD & In process]

He could never forgive himself.

It was his fault.

He’d planted the idea like a seed he’d never known would grow.

(Or: What if Izuku jumped?) (OR: The one where Izuku jumps and lives and Katsuki visits him every day and Class 1-A not-so-secretly finds it adorable that their designated angry pomeranian brings flowers to his comatose childhood friend.)

88- Printer Daddy by deanvspanties [Explicit]

Izuku knows the only way to fix a broken printer is to buy a new one, but printer repairman Bakugou is here to exceed all of his expectations.

And there's nothing hotter than a guy who knows his way around a printer.

89- How to Train Your Shitty Omega by deanvspanties [Explicit]

Izuku will have Bakugou's knot. He's Izuku's alpha after all.

90- The Tale of an Extra by Anzul

In which Katsuki channels true holiday spirit by inviting himself to his former middle school classmate's party and then sitting in a corner glued to his phone. Psh, like his secret-not-so-secret boyfriend is having a better Christmas anyway.

(Someone please save his former classmate.)

91- You Ready For This? by sabasama

“You’re saying you wanna fuck?” “Oh my god, don’t say it like that!” “What? It’s the same thing.” “No, it’s not!” Izuku wailed; he couldn’t be alone on this subscription of thought.

92- warm hands by flowercafe

"Your hands are so soft," he blurts.

Katsuki gives his fingers a threatening squeeze. "What the hell, Deku? Are you sayin' there's a problem with having soft hands, hah?"

Izuku never thought that Bakugou Katsuki, of all people, would willingly give him a hand massage. But here they are, sitting knee to knee, with his fingers lying innocently in those explosive palms.

a 5+1 featuring copious amounts of massaging, a dollop of mutual pining, many ridiculous competitions, Izuku’s achy joints, and one very tactile Katsuki.

93- After Hours by Morpheel [Explicit & Trans!Midoriya]

Who would have thought school locker rooms were a bad place to get it on at?

Midoriya and Bakugou decide to wind down together after training past hours within U.A. Little do they know they weren't the only ones with the idea of staying after class. This could get pretty messy, pretty fast, if Bakugo can't brush off the fact he had Midoriya pinned to the shower stall.

94- Eat Your Damn Dinner by glamour_weeb [Omegaverse]

"Katsuki's been with Deku long enough to know the signs of when his Omega is about to go into heat. Hell, he’s more in tune with Deku’s cycle than the fucking nerd is with his own body. No surprise there, Deku’s always been absolute shit at taking care of himself. That’s why Katsuki's going to take care of him, like always."

Katsuki Bakugou is not whipped. He just likes taking care of his Omega.

95- As Fate Would Have It by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) [Explicit & Omegaverse]

Katsuki Bakugo had plenty of reasons why he wasn't mated yet, not that he was going to explain why to just anyone. But now, Ground Zero was running out of time. If he didn't find someone soon, he'd lose his position as a Pro-Hero and he'd never get to be #1. So, when he finds out there's a male Omega recently arrested for prostitution that's headed to prison if he too doesn't get a mate…well it must be fate.

Izuku Midoriya doesn't know if he should laugh or cry when his childhood bully shows up in front of his jail cell asking him to be his mate. He also didn't know if it was good or bad that Kacchan didn't seem to recognize him, but fate hasn't been kind to him before so why should it start now?

96- since some liar brought the thunder, the land is now deserted by baby345 [Omegaverse]

"17 years ago 5 omegas was each taught the act of espionage, when they graduated they were given careful instructions to follow their mission and regroup when the time came." the old man revealed casually. "omegas were often sought after by outside agencies especially as little kids because they were so much easier to mold and teach. they were perfect for undercover missions simply because they had the talent of being able to flawlessly work a room, nobody ever suspected the little omega in the corner of being a assassin until they were standing over them with a blade in hand."

"two of the omegas who excelled brilliantly in their training were code named flicker and cottontail or as you know them: Izuku Bakugou and Denki Shinso." He revealed.

Katsuki and Hitoshi whole world is flipped upside down when their mates are accused of being sleeper agents and are missing, trusting nobody but each other and the clues left behind they have no choice but to wonder what's the truth and whats a lie.

97- You Wonderful Motherfuckers by BeyondPhantomhive [Explicit]

In which the Bakusquad unwittingly get Bakugou and Midoriya together through a series of pranks.

98- torn fur, blunt teeth by SageMasterofSass [Past Non-Con]

After eight months of being collared, Izuku is finally free. But a dark, stormy city is no place for a lonely shapeshifter on the run.

99- Get on my Level by Mikacrispy

Bakugou Katsuki is a Pro Hero whose boss demands him to take an intern. Midoriya Izuku is a UA student who needs an internship. When the two of them are put together, they learn about what it truly means to be a Hero and what it means to be in love.

100- Just Like The Comics by brichibi

If this were anything like the comics, Izuku Midoriya being quirkless would be the norm while heroes would be treated as a rarity. As it stands, everyone’s got a super power, except for Izuku, of course. No worries, though, because he’s over it (nope) and has moved on to bigger and better things (again, nope) like working at a tiny comic book shop and indulging in stories where being able to lift a bus with your bare hands was deemed impossible until proven otherwise.

Oh, and running into your heroic ex-boyfriend? Also unlikely. But Izuku’s life isn’t like a comic book (maybe?) and Katsuki Bakugou is standing right in front of him: still perfect, still handsome, and still putting his combat booted foot in his mouth.

[Or: AU where Izuku works at a comic book shop because that’s as close to a hero as he’s gonna get, and Katsuki plays the part of heroic ex-boyfriend who is good at everything except winning Izuku back... maybe]

#bnha #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #katsudeku #bkdk #bkdk fic #fic rec #ktdk #dekubaku #dekukatsu #my hero acadamy #boku no hero academia

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theskytraveler · 5 years ago

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So, here’s the deal.

I’ve been a terrible internet friend lately to the lovely @dreamwritesimagines. Sorry. I didn’t mean to pull a Houdini, you know? In my defense, it’s been one of the craziest years of my life, but now I’m BACK! For good! And I know I said that before, but now it’s FOR REAL.

Btw, thanks for always tagging me in your work, it truly means the world.

Anyway, I need to make up to you, so here’s a little surprise 😉 Instead of reading each and every chapter I haven’t read yet and writing my lovely comments on them – spamming your notes with me in the process – I wrote this little thing here.

To you, Dream, here are my long overdue thoughts on your recent incredible work.

To you, my followers and whoever else might be reading this, here are some incredible fic recommendations. You’re welcome.

Since this is partially a fic rec post, I’m gonna write about everything available on your Masterlist, Dream. You know my thoughts on most of these, but ah well. I’m on a roll.

Series I have already finished: (so you can skip it if you’re curious about the ones I haven’t talked about yet)

First, my all-time favorite series you have ever written, the phenomenal Bad Habit. I guess this started as a one-shot and it became so much more. This series has it ALL! Great characters, smart and funny dialogue, fantastic character development and plot twists that hit you out of nowhere.

Oh, and the Y/N here is basically my spirit animal.

Btw, I reread this series a few days ago, and I wanna know: where is my sequel? Where’s the Christmas themed one-shot? My little Zoe acting as Matt’s sidekick and falling in love with Peter Parker (I still remember this anon headcanon, yes, and I still ship it, yes). Gah, I love this series.

While we’re on the Ben Barnes train, let’s talk about Daddy Issues. It’s a Westworld fic that doesn’t take place in Westworld. And it is GREAT. Logan and Y/N are so cute and the ending was perfect. And I still want a one-shot of a proposal, thanks.

And before we get into the more angsty stuff, we gotta talk about Invisible. It’s the softest series ever. I know it’s on a long hiatus for now, but I still think about Y/N and Steve and the fact that I lowkey ship her with Billy. When you find the inspiration for this series again, I’ll be ready. Also, what the hell happened in Detroit?

Ah, Don’t You Love Me. Don’t I love this series. (Sorry, terrible joke. Don’t you love me?). One of the best character developments ever. Y/N here is so flawed and struggling with so many things. It just makes her so human and real. And her road to recovery was a joy to read. And Steve is Steve. The most perfect puppy of a man. And how could I forget my favorite villain in all your series? Trent is GREAT! I STAN A PERFECT ANTAGONIST!

And, finally, it’s time to talk about Faint of Heart. Another one where the character development we see Y/N go through is astounding. I love Queenie, my favorite Y/N ever. This series had the most perfect ending I could dream of. And not just Queenie, I mean, this series has the most amazing cast of characters, I love all of them! The ones from the show and the new original ones. Queenie, Bree and Eric are my babies. AND I WILL DEFEND THAT SOMBER LITTLE PASSAGE WITH MY LIFE OK? THAT IS MY FAVORITE PART IN THE SERIES, NOBODY TOUCHES THAT!

From this point forward, be aware that there WILL be spoilers for new readers.

Series I started, but you have no idea who I feel about the ending because I never told you and series I haven’t started yet: (again, my bad, sorry).

There is never enough Billy Russo, is there? So, Once a Year. The one I never finished. UNTIL NOW THAT IS! Two dysfunctional people falling in love, ah. Or realizing they’ve been in love all along. Billy and Skittles give me the creeps, but I also couldn’t help but ship them. As I recall, the last chapter I read was Chapter 9 and I had a LOT OF QUESTIONS. Like, what the hell is actually going on kind of questions. AND WHAT HAPPENED LAST YEAR kind of questions. Here are my final (and edited, because this post was already super long, so I had to do some compromises) thoughts on this series:

Chapter 10: My desire to kill Krista is alive and well, I see. Carter is still a puppy and I see myself in Karen, because I too want to see all the drama up close. Skittles and Billy “broke up” and I am SAD. And also curious as to WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! Always questions, never answers;

Chapter 11: THEY KISSED, OMG, STOP EVERYTHING THIS IS SO GREAT, SO FINALLY, OMG, I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR LIKE 84 YEARS, NOBODY TOUCH ME! THEN HE SAID HE WAITED OVER 10 YEARS FOR THIS, EXCUSE ME DREAM HOW DARE YOU? YES THIS IS HAPPENING IN A PUBLIC BATHROOM, DON’T STOP THEM NOW! (This five steps game is so cute btw, BUT WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS NOW)! HE BROKE UP WITH KRISTA? YAY! JSFOIAHFI IT’S HAPPENING;

Chapter 12: THEY ARE SO SOFT, I CAN’T- and now everything has gone to shit. Well, it was good while it lasted. Why can’t they just communicate? Tell him what is going on, Skittles. Why are you marrying Carter? AT LEAST TELL ME! Oh, wait. They’re communicating. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT! EXCUSE ME, WHAT THE FUCK? Bring me this Aldrich dude, I’ll kill him;

Chapter 13: This whole “second wedding” thing is cracking me up, I laugh every single time. Aldrich has some nerve showing up in the gallery. And I am reminded yet again of how much Skittles and Billy scare me hahaha it’s great;

Chapter 14: It really is one step forward and two steps back with those two, huh? I love my girl Karen! She ships it and her being confused about the situation is the funniest thing ever. And then she gives the best advice. Gotta love her. And now, back to the Skittles and Billy show… COME ON, MAN! Wait. IS SHE BREAKING UP WITH CARTER? Man, I’m so glad I don’t have to wait to find out, which brings us to…

Chapter 15: Oh, geez. I feel for Carter. Dream, set him up with Rose or something, I’m suddenly so sad. Carter is such a great guy. DAMN IT, BILLY! There are only two chapters of this left, how are you messing things up, man? Oh, wait. MERMAID! Oh, I just remembered that these two CREEP ME OUT. Jesus, Billy. That’s not romantic, man. Skittles and Billy need professional help, my GOD;

Chapter 16: Poor Carter. I’m not really a beach kind of person, but I’m glad Skittles and Billy are happy in a remote location. “BEYONCÉ TAUGHT ME BETTER”, THIS IS THE BEST QUOTE OF THIS SERIES, I’M DEAD! Awn, the gallery is so cute! I love it! OH NO! Rawlings. Of course you needed to give us on last plot twist, why am I surprised? EXCUSE ME, HOW DARE YOU? YOU WRITE AN EPILOGUE OR SOMETHING RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK.

I just...

Of the new series I haven’t started yet, how could I not begin with Crown of Hearts? After how much I loved Faint of Heart there is a sequel? GIMME! Let’s break this down chapter by chapter (again, I had to edit my comments, because they were just too long):

Chapter 1: OMG I’M SO EXCITED. Ah, Queenie’s childhood was so sad, I’m glad she won’t let the same happen to her children. EITR, THE BEST FALCON, I MISSED YOU! The domesticity between Ivar, Queenie and Ragnar, I can’t. It’s too cute. BJOR AND BREE! I missed them too! And Gala and Hvitty. Where’s Ubbe? And Torvi? Btw, I don’t trust any of these new people;

Chapter 2: “Baby shark”. I’m gonna laugh every time I see that. “BWE” OMG! I LOVE THAT! Oh, yes! Flashbacks! I love those. Ok, I’m warming up to this Osmond guy, but I still don’t know if I trust him. Threats everywhere, they really can’t catch a break, huh? STOP EVERYTHING, ERIC the love of my life IS HERE! I am so ready for more Eric content. Can he fall in love with that dog loving shieldmaiden of the headcanons now, please? WAIT, QUEENIE, DON’T LEAVE! I WANT MORE ERIC CONTENT! NO! ERIC, FOLLOW HER! That was cruel, Dream. Wow, those rumors about Queenie. People sure are creative in defeat (burn people from her home country, burn). QUEENIE IS A LEGEND PEOPLE, YOU TELL THIS RAYDON GUY;

Chapter 3: They are really talking about teaching poisons and swordfight to a baby? Of course they are. Oh, they’re waiting until he’s seven. That’s better. I hate Queenie’s mother. Such a vile woman. Ok, I like Osmond. Can we keep him? Make him fall in love with a Viking girl! Or boy! I see him falling in love with someone rather clumsy. I ship it already. “Who did Ivar kill?” AHAHAH I LOVE THEM. It will happen, guys. But oh well;

Chapter 4: I love them all ganging up to tease Hvitty. Poor guy, but still. It’s so entertaining. DAMN BREE, WAY TO GET ME EXCITED LIKE QUEENIE OVER NOTHING! I want this wedding, damnit! But, sure, go off on a raid instead, I guess. “THE BJOR INFLUENCE” AND “IT’S LIKE A CURSE” I’M SCREAMING AHAHHA. Ok, Bree, you convinced me. Go chase your freedom. Excuse me, but WHO THE FUCK TOOK BABY RAGNAR? I’LL END YOU;

Chapter 5: Bree is a godsend. Bless her heart. Taking care of Queenie during this mess. This entire situation is awful, btw. That was MEAN, Queenie! This fandom has raised you better! OH THEY FOUND HIM, THANK YOU! Queenie scares me sometimes, but I guess this time those guys had it coming;

Chapter 6: Queenie is gonna have to make up to Ivar, sorry I don’t make the rules. HVITTY CALLS GALA “MY HEART”, EXCUSE ME THIS IS TOO SWEET! DAMN, Hvitty. Tell us how you really feel. But, yes, I guess Queenie needed to hear that little comment about Edgard. Bree is so smart, I stan. Why are you being shady right after I decided I like you, Osmond? Please explain yourself.

I’m loving this. I missed this gang so much. The only thing lacking in Crown of Hearts is more Eric content. How dare you show him for like two seconds and then NEVER AGAIN? You’re torturing me here, Dream. But ah, I want to know more about what is going on in Kattegat. I don’t trust a whole bunch of people, but, well, can’t say I’m surprised about that. CAN’T WAIT TO READ MORE!

I literally squealed with glee when I saw that you were writing for Bucky. Untouchable is the one I was the most excited about reading. And the best part? I already have 7 chapters to binge! And I am obviously going to tell you my you guessed it, edited thoughts on them:

Chapter 1: I’m liking this setting! The 1940s, what a twist for most of Bucky fics out there, this is great. And Y/N is already so interesting! AH, HI BUCKY, I LOVE YOU! I love flustered Bucky. This feels like they are star-crossed lovers, separated by their “places” in “society” and I am HERE for it;

Chapter 2: OMG SHE’S IMAGINING BUCKY, YES! I already ship them so hard, I s2g. This Charles guy, I don’t like him. I bet he is a Hydra double agent. Who sent her the flowers? Does Y/N have a stalker? I’m worried. OMG, HI LITTLE TINY STEVE! The alley scene broke my heart, thanks;

Chapter 3: Wait. Bucky and Y/N are sneaking around? What happened? Did I skip a chapter? Did we skip time and I didn’t notice? Like, I’m glad and all, but still. AH, it was a dream. I see. Rude. And on that note, Shirley is rude too. Oh, not now, Charles! Go away! Y/N and Bucky were having a moment. Oh, there’s bad blood between Bucky and Charles, I see. Interesting. “If you knew half of the things he did, you would have nothing to do with him”. Bucky, darling, do you really think Y/N has a choice? Men are so obtuse, my god;

Chapter 4: “And sooner or later he would get mean, all of them did” I AM CRYING! This is terrible. Y/N must have had a very difficult life. And her current situation isn’t really any better. LITTLE TINY STEVE TO THE RESCUE! I stan. Steve also ships it, welcome aboard, buddy. And, Y/N is in denial. I would argue that a broth is never just a broth. Thanks for coming to my TED talk. I LIKE YOU THOMAS! He ships it too and he has no idea who is the other half of the ship. Bucky sees the real her, I can’t- “There’s nobody” and I am deceased;

Chapter 5: Daydreaming about Bucky Barnes? I sure can relate. NOPE, Linda! Don’t even think about it! And she thought about it. Argh. But who cares about that when we have Bucky and Y/N being their ADORABLE selves? Bucky, my sweet summer child, you are so fucked. You will be happy eventually, but Hydra, man. Brace yourself for the next 50 years. THE KISS! THIS MOMENT WAS SO SWEET! OMG, I’M DEAD! This was so perfect. So of course Y/N had to run away. Thanks. LINDA I’M GONNA KILL YOU! AND CHARLES IS NEXT! Y/N get OUT of there;

Chapter 6: I need to know. Are the bruises a regular thing with Charles or did she do something that made him angry? I feel like it’s the former. I don’t like it. WHY THE EVERLOVING FUCK DID YOU SIGN THE CONTRACT, Y/N? I hate you, Linda. And you, Charles. OH MY GOD, BUCKY IS THERE! He is the best person ever, so soft. Someone get me a Bucky. Omg, tell him, Y/N! Why don’t you people ever communicate? This is driving me crazy;

Chapter 7: Do NOT ruin this for us, Shirley! Don’t tell a single soul! Or else I’m putting you on my hit list. Y/N and Bucky are going on a date and I am SO excited. Hey, Ruth? Do NOT ruin this for us! Go away. “I want you to trust me first” and my soul has left the earthly realm for I am deceased. Again.

Ok, I’m loving this? I don’t want it to EVER end! Bucky is perfect, Y/N is so interesting and Shirley is also pretty great. I hope she does find true love eventually. But that General guy… I don’t trust him. At all. I’m also pretty sure he’s Hydra and things will get really ugly for both Bucky and Y/N. And given your recent history with Once a Year, I’m not really sure we’ll have a happy ending, so thanks for that. I obviously CAN’T WAIT TO READ MORE!

Now, Burn It Down has nothing to do with FoH and CoH, but it was influenced by The Last Kingdom? I’m sold. (Like I always am when it comes to your writing, as you’re probably aware, but oh well). I obviously read all three chapters and here are my thoughts (edited, as I’m sure you know by now):

Chapter 1: That was a creepy way to start a story. Like, first paragraph and I’m already kinda creeped out, thanks. Hmm, the animal heart bit? We’re not in Kansas anymore, I guess. But I’m intrigued. She doesn’t trust men what a mood, very smart of her. I like her. She’s creepy, but I like her. What happened in Ivar’s tent two nights ago? Ok, I’m intrigued;

Chapter 2: I’m liking Y/N’s and Ivar’s dynamic. It’s fun to see them getting acquainted with each other and figuring out how to deal with this little situation they have going on. Ok, but why is she helping Ivar? Like, yeah, their destinies are entwined or whatever, but he’s so rude. I’d tell him to go to hell, honestly. He’d have to earn my help;

Chapter 3: Well, Hvitty is obviously the brother that will be forgotten. Poor guy, but oh well. At least forgotten doesn’t mean he won’t have a good life. Now, the brother who “shall be the victor” is Ubbe and the “tragedy” one is Ivar, because of course. Also because I don’t accept anything bad happening to my sweet puppy Ubbe. But like, “victor” of what? This is so vague. This Y/N and Skittles would be good friends.

Ok, I’m intrigued! Not sure how I feel about Y/N yet, but I think she’ll be more like Skittles than Queenie. I’m ready for that! This fic has a different atmosphere than the ones I’m used to see in your writing, but I’m liking it so far. Obviously can’t wait to read more.

So, there you have it! Hope you liked it and I promise I won’t disappear on you again!

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uruhabuns · 6 years ago

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Sensuous (Epilogue)

A/N: So I guess this is the end of Sensuous ;___; tbh!! At first, this series was just an idea I had and wanted to write (even though no one asked lmao) bc it was the beginning of my summer holidays, and ya girl (and all u closet fantasy hoes) needed some form of relief as soon as Jilleoseo was released HAHA. I wasn’t expecting this series to get so much love!! Tbh, I was so surprised when I got messages from people telling me they were excited for the next chapters :’) Thank you to all you guys who have read and supported this, those who have stuck with me from the very beginning and waited so patiently for the last leg of the series!! I’ve enjoyed every moment of writing this series, and I hope you guys have enjoyed reading :’)

PS: Inseong said their next comeback will be even more sexy...what am I gonna do then......rip my poor cooch

Pairing: girl reader x sf9 members

Word Count: ~1.5k

No warnings!!

Prologue / Part 1 (Youngbin) / Part 2 (Inseong) / Part 3 (Jaeyoon) / Part 4 (Dawon) / Part 5 (Zuho) / Part 6 (Rowoon) / Part 7 (Taeyang) / Part 8 (Hwiyoung) / Epilogue

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“Shit!”

You woke up to the burning sensation between your legs, and joints in your upper body. You didn’t know if you were able to get out of bed at this rate.

You then pat your hands over your body; your clothes were on.

Okay.

No one tried to fuck you…yet.

The exhaustion and abuse of your body to its limit had finally caught up with you. Just how the hell did you managed to get fucked by not one, but eight gorgeous men in one week? Was it planned? If so, why did they plan it so suddenly? Something seemed suspicious. Throughout your two years of knowing the group, none of them seemed like they wanted to touch you inappropriately.

However, you could remember each time with each member. You could remember how they made you feel in their own unique ways, how they hit every inch inside you, how they hit your spot at different speeds and angles, how they managed to leave your body completely used and fucked almost unconscious each time, and how all of them managed to make you cum until you were numb…each member was so different, from their sizes to their thrusting strength, yet the same in that each of them gave you so much pleasure. They literally broke you into pieces. Even just the memories themselves were enough to make you want more. Throughout the two years, you didn’t realise that you had this desire until they sparked it. Or maybe you did always want them to fuck you, but you just shoved those thoughts into a dark corner of your mind. Either way, they stimulated your body to places you have never been, so now you knew you didn’t want anyone else to handle you.

Your muscles felt like they had contracted overnight, and refused to adapt to your movements, so your limbs felt like they were stretched so far each time you moved. You didn’t know how you were going to go home in this condition, or how you were going to walk normally when your parents were around, or how you could hide the purple marks on your neck. If they found out you had slept with your best friend and seven of his group mates, you would get kicked out for sure.

“Fuck…” you hissed, struggling to heave yourself up from Dawon’s bed with your elbows. You bit onto your lower lip to prevent yourself from making any noises. The burning pain and soreness between your legs felt like it became worse with every degree you lifted yourself at. You guessed that’s what you had paid for in return for the most mind-blowing sex from eight guys in a week. You wanted to stay in bed all day and not move so at least you could walk properly, but you had to go home. You didn’t want to leave. Not after what happened in the past week, anyway.

“Need some help, baby girl?”

Your eyes shot open wide at the words, and you looked up to see the owner of the familiar voice.

“Y-Youngbin…” you managed to whisper.

The older male only smirked and held his hand out. You blinked before you took it with hesitation. He wasn’t going to fuck you again…right?

Upon observing your reaction, let out a soft chuckle. He gently held your hand, and slowly pulled your arm to help you sit up. You then carefully managed to slide out of the bed with his hand still in yours.

“I-I think I’m okay,” you squeaked before letting go of Youngbin’s hand to painfully limp your way out the door.

As soon as you stepped outside, you were greeted with Inseong gazing at you, biting his lower lip with a small smirk. His arms were crossed while his back leaned against the wall.

“Do you need some ice to help with that pain, baby girl?” he asked, slightly smugly. Shit. Your eyes widened as a frightened whimper left your lips. You turned the other way to walk somewhere away from him.

No, no, no…this can’t be happening…you thought to yourself. You then reached the bathroom to see Jaeyoon patting his face with his face towel. Upon seeing him, you rushed up to him, and wrapped your arms around his torso in the hopes that he wasn’t going to tease you like the two eldest members. “Oppa, help!”

Jaeyoon jumped slightly in surprise before turning around to see you. A small smirk formed on his plush lips at the sight of you. “You’re up early, baby,” he said as he pet your hair. Your eyes widened once more. He then leaned down to your ear to whisper, “You ready for another round?”

You immediately let go of your grip and began to step back from him. Sure, sex with him was the most amazing thing you had ever felt, but even if you really wanted to, you just couldn’t go for a second round. It was way too risky. “U-uh…I…gotta go.”

You quickly walked off without taking another glance at Jaeyoon. What the hell was up with these guys this morning? They seemed normal and treated you as they normally would (even after fucking you) during the other days.

You were too busy rummaging through your thoughts when you collided face first into someone’s broad back, letting out a yelp in the process.

The ash-blond male turned around to quickly grasp your wrist before you fell backwards. He then pulled you up to his chest, and held you close. The proximity between the two of you, the feeling of his hard muscles against your body, and his pet name for you made your heart feel like it stopped.

“So what’s it gonna be, princess?” Dawon asked smugly. “Am I gonna have to buy a new outfit for you, or will you use the same one?”

You only let out another squeak as you pushed yourself off him and out of his grip before walking off to the direction of the second bathroom as quickly as the pain would limit you. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell is happening?!

You suddenly stopped in your tracks as you felt a hand gently cup your chin. You gasped, looking up at the owner of the hand, widening your eyes as you saw the familiar blueberry hair.

“Did you sleep well, ______? Daddy’s missed you.”

“No!” you yelped. That deep voice can’t turn you on again. You simply can’t give in to your lust right now. You immediately turned back to escape, but you were met with—

“With all that running, I think you’ll need that leash again, kitten.”

Your eyes were wide as you shook your head violently at the tall male, who only had a knowing smirk on his lips. You then dashed to the kitchen to hopefully find someone to protect you, but—

“So when are you gonna put on another show for me, baby girl? Shall I join you next time?” Taeyang said smugly as he was sitting on the counter.

“Fuck!” you hissed in surprise. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your mouth. You finally saw the pattern. Oh god. These boys planned this all along. When? Why? How?

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a deep voice from behind you, making you freeze on the spot.

“If you still have that much energy even after I fucked your brains out just yesterday, we should go for another round. How’s that sound?”

You swallowed the burning lump forming in your throat. Taeyang only smirked and slid off the counter to walk past you. You then turned around slowly to see the boys gathered on the couches or on the floor in front them, staring at you as if they were ready to seduce you all over again.

Only then, when you faced the group, did you realise how many eight people really were. Only then did you realise that you had that many dicks inside you and ramming into your body. Some of them fucked you raw. Some of them had choked you. Some of them used your body to its limit. But the one thing they all had in common was that they all fucked you so well that you couldn’t walk properly the next day.

You let out a whine, dropping to your knees, then dropping to a sitting position with your legs positioned out to both sides of your body. What were you going to do after this? Will this just be a one-off thing and they would never fuck you again? Will your relationship with the boys change after this?

“But the real question is, ______,” Juho began, his chin resting on his knuckles as stared deeply into your eyes with his piercing gaze.

You swallowed another gulp. That spark of desire in your stomach had ignited once more. You felt your mouth starting to water again.

“What are you into?”

#queue chani coming in #''uhh...what are you guys doing? isn't ______ noona supposed to be packing''#sf9 #sf9 smut #sf9 scenario #sf9 scenarios #mine.

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izupie · 6 years ago

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Izu rambles about Izuocha Fanfiction Part 2

(Part 1)

Alright! Tea is ready and hot - ! I have some snacks - ! Time for me to ramble about how much I love reading great fanfiction about my fave otp by some super talented writers again

Come get yourself some Izuocha recs with a side of me crying

I’m kind of tired today, so I’m feeling extra rambly

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> Everything by @singingcookie ~

Yep, I’m just straight up recommending all of SingingCookie’s works. As of typing that’s 9 stories and about 33,000 words ! Look at all that quality content !

There’s a mix of shippy and non-shippy stuff - all with this writer’s talent and ability to pull you right in and keep really solid characterisation! I swear I can always ‘hear’ Ochako whenever I read her dialogue.

In particular I’ve gotta rec Tell Me A Story because for some reason I really loved the imagery of Ocha just floating a pencil and letting it drop and catching it like I would click a pen or fiddle with a necklace. It just seemed so natural idk I just really love little character things like that. And I genuinely snorted at the dialogue of

“Your disguise?” she said, leaning forward for but a moment before returning back to how she had been sitting previously. “You talked about everyone else’s. And haven’t said anything about yours.”

“W-well, that’s…” His laugh was forced and awkward. And it did nothing to cease her curiosity. She kept trying to urge it out of him. It was only fair if he was telling a story, right? To give all the details? Right? “Okay, I was—I was dressed as a…a gangster…”

And please please read A Family’s Orbit because heCK this thing made me smile. I absolutely loved how just,, caring? tender? loving? the whole family was. They’re so pure. I love Juuko. I would fight anything that threatened her.

This is a family Izuocha fic set in the future, full of feels and just, good vibes. This warmed me up on the inside better than my cup of tea did. Like a hug in a fic. I could go on!! This is only a snippet of the spot-on writing:

“You can’t fall asleep like you did today.”

He chanced a quick glance in the rearview mirror and was blessed with the sight of her rosy cheeks puffing out as she crossed her arms tightly in front of her. “Wasn’t asleep, Daddy!”

“I dunno, Juuko; sure seemed like it...”

“My eyes were closed,” the child declared with a bravado that could rival Kacchan in its intensity. “That’s all!” He decided not to argue the matter any further as he pulled into the driveway. He was putting the car in park as he heard his daughter cry out, “Mommy!” He pulled the key from the ignition as he heard Juuko unbuckle her seatbelt—fully awake and ready to fly out of the car—and he looked out his own window while he made to get out as well.

My heart I swear

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> Hearts vs. Heroics or: How Uravity Surpassed the World's Greatest Hero by @airquietworks

Oh I think I’ve heard of this one before! You know when fics are so well-known within a fandom or ship that you just kind of,,, hear about them somehow at some time? I’ve not been very deep into the izuocha fanfiction scene until recently, so I was happy to get the chance to read this one!

It’s 8 chapters, with 47,000 words! Let that soak in - 4 7 , 0 0 0 words.

I avidly read this one on my breaks at work and pretty much any time I wasn’t actively having to do something else. I propped my phone up while I was eating so I could continue to read. I was hooked.

Everyone was so in character I wanted to cry a little bit. I could see this as a genuine canon story. I was rooting for her so much - I wanted to actually clap and cheer when I read this bit of gold

She wanted to catch up to him. But she knew, deep down, that would never actually happen. He was bound to be the world's greatest hero. She...well, she would just be a regular pro. Hopefully, one that could make enough money to provide a comfortable life for her family.

At the end of the day, she could live with the gap between them. She had made herself content with that reality. But right now….

"I don't think I can. Win, I mean," Ochako admitted to them. Her voice quivered as she uttered that, something deep inside her hating herself for making the statement. "But I'll do the best I can. I want to show you...I want to show everyone what I can do."

Yes ! The emotion !

Seriously, by the time I got to the epilogue I was so sad to leave behind this world. I could feel that sense of coming to the end of something you didn’t want to finish, but it was so satisfying that I was happy too idk I just love this one.

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And that’s it for now! That was a heck of a lot of fics to go through for busy little me - the sheer volume of creativity and talent in this fandom and this sweet ship is amazing me!

Next time I’ve got a huuuuge roster of fics by SevenRenny to enjoy - that might be a Izu Rambles list on its own!

Please please go and support these lovely writers by reading their works, maybe give them a kudos/bookmark or really make their day with a comment~!

(My tea cup needs refilling)

#izu says stuff #izuocha #izu rambles about fanfiction #izuocha fanfiction recs

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imaginetonyandbucky · 7 years ago

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Crossing Bridges - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Bucky | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

A/N: I haven’t managed to finish the whole story yet, unfortunately. So, this weekend, you’ll get some other great content, and then, on Monday, you’ll get chapter 4 of Crossing Bridges. And to make up for the delay, I’ll even write a short epilogue that’ll be posted on my AO3 sometime next week.

“Daddy,” Zach whines, standing on his tiptoes so he can press his face against the oven door, “how much longer?”

“Fifteen minutes,” Bucky says patiently, biting back a smile. “Same as when you asked me twenty seconds ago.”

Zach huffs, put out, and Bucky feels almost bad telling him, “And then they’ll hafta cool for half an hour after that.”

The sound that Zach makes in response to that is one of pure frustration. He glares at Bucky, betrayed, as if Bucky is somehow personally responsible for the baking time of cheesecake brownies, and flops down right there on the floor, sprawling out dramatically.

From his place at the breakfast bar—ostensibly working on a report, but clearly watching the brownie disaster unfold instead—Steve chuckles. “Like father, like son.”

“Screw you, pal,” Bucky snarks back. Before either Steve or Zach can call him out on it, he pulls out a dollar, and stuffs it into the already overflowing swear jar. “There. Happy?”

“Thrilled,” Steve says, deadpan.

“Daddy,” Zach kicks at Bucky’s ankles until Bucky looks down at him, “how much longer?”

(More after the break!)

Bucky’s groan is, luckily, drowned out by Steve’s laughter. “Come on, little man,” Steve coaxes as he gets up, and swings Zach up into his arms. “Why don’t we go draw a picture for uncle Tony while we wait, huh? How’s that sound?”

Zach cheers and agrees enthusiastically, immediately all smiles again. Bucky just rolls his eyes, and sticks out his tongue when Steve smirks at him over his shoulder. He is thankful, though, because it gives him the time to finish cleaning up the kitchen, and change into a new shirt. Baking with a five-year-old always comes with casualties.

Steve comes back while Bucky’s assembling sandwiches for lunch, the brownies cooling on the counter, and snags a piece of bacon. “Zach’s putting the finishing touches on Tony’s drawing. And by that I mean glitter.”

“You’re the worst,” Bucky sighs, resigning himself to vacuuming the living room. Again. “It’s your apartment, too, I don’t know why you do this to yourself.”

“It’s cute, the puppy love thing he’s got going on,” Steve says, shrugging. But then his expression turns sly, and Bucky knows whatever’s about to come out of his mouth can’t be good before Steve says, “Even cuter than your little crush.”

Bucky throws the jar of mayo at his head, confident that Steve’s going to catch it. Or heal quickly, if not. “Stop talkin’ shit.”

“No, sure,” Steve says, all casual, and sets the jar back on the bar. “No crush. Setting a picture of a friend as your phone background is completely normal. As is staring at it with a dumb, lovesick look on your face.”

“It has my kid in it, too, jackass,” Bucky snaps, pressing the top slice of bread down on the sandwich a little harder than strictly necessary. “An’ you’re the one who took it.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. “To make fun of Tony for sleeping with his mouth open, yeah.”

“Whatever.” Bucky knows he’s blushing, but he can for damn sure pretend he’s not. “You’re a dick anyway.”

Zach skips into the kitchen right then, of course, covered in glitter and glue, and tells Bucky sternly, “You gotta put a dollar in the jar, daddy.”

Because he really is an ass, Steve doesn’t even try to hide his laughter. As punishment, Bucky plops Zach in his lap, messy as he is, for Steve to feed. Let someone else be sticky with condiments for once. Steve shoots him a knowing look, but dutifully cuts Zach’s sandwich into the requested triangles, and makes the appropriate noises during Zach’s retelling of his morning, even though Steve was there for most of it.

Bucky picks at his own food, absently pushing it around his plate more than actually eating it. Because the thing is, Steve isn’t wrong; Bucky is completely, embarrassingly gone on Tony. He’d noticed Tony was handsome and charming when he’d moved himself and Zach into the tower, of course, and then, later, while Tony’d worked on his arm, come to learn that Tony was incredibly kind and caring under all the distracting bluster of his public personality.

He’d acknowledged that Tony fit his type perfectly, and then immediately decided to ignore that knowledge. Bucky had only recently found back to and recovered himself, at that point, and then discovered Zach, and the fact that HYDRA had screwed him over in even more ways than he’d thought. Getting his dick wet had been pretty low on his list of priorities.

But then he’d had to go to Tony for help with Zach a couple of weeks ago, when Steve’d gone MIA. He’d been reluctant, initially, to trust someone he barely knew with Zach, but also out of other options. And then Tony had turned out to be amazing with Zach, and what’s Bucky supposed to do with that?

Zach hasn’t stopped talking about Tony since, and had thrown one hell of an epic tantrum once he’d realised that his sleepover with Tony had been supposed to be a one-time thing. So Bucky, sucker for his kid that he is, had sheepishly called Tony up to ask if Tony, maybe, would be up to spending an hour or so with Zach, just doing whatever. He’d expected Tony to agree, for Zach’s sake, but not that Tony would actually be excited about the suggestion.

He had been, though, and had taken Zach for an entire afternoon, much to Zach’s delight. After that, there’d been no stopping the inevitable. Zach had started insisting on seeing Tony every other day, Tony had proclaimed that a great idea, and Bucky’d had no reason to say no.

So, now, Tony picks Zach up early from daycare once a week to spend the afternoon ‘doing science’ with him, and then Bucky goes to pick Zach up from Tony’s place in the evening, staying over for dinner more often than not. When both Bucky and Steve are out on a HYDRA related mission that doesn’t require the other Avengers, Zach stays with Tony. And most Sundays, like today, Bucky, Zach, and sometimes Steve eventually end up in Tony’s apartment, bringing baked goods, and the mountains of drawings and crafts Zach’s made for Tony since last seeing him.

It’s not fair. Bucky never really stood a chance; Stark became Tony to him, Tony became uncle Tony to Zach, and Bucky fell. Pretty fucking hard.

“Daddy,” Zach says, and, from his tone of voice, not for the first time. Realising he finally has Bucky’s attention, he starts banging his hands on the bar. “I’m finished! Can we go see Tony now?”

“Yeah, sure,” Bucky says, smiling weakly. “Go wash up, then we’ll go, ‘kay?”

Only Steve’s quick reflexes save Zach from tumbling off Steve’s lap, not that Zach seems to care. He just giggles when Steve catches him by the straps of his overalls, says, “Oopsie,” and dashes away the moment his feet hit the floor.

Once he’s gone, Steve nudges Bucky’s leg with his foot. “Hey. You should tell him. This entire situation’s making you miserable.”

Bucky gets up, collects their dishes, and moves over to the dishwasher to avoid Steve’s eyes. He’s well aware that he’s being obvious, he doesn’t need Steve to point it out to him. Hell, Tony probably knows all about it, too, and is just nice enough—nicer than Steve for sure—to not rub Bucky’s face in it. “Back off, Stevie.”

Steve joins him by the sink, wearing his Disapproving Face, capital letters implied, when Bucky glances over at him. “Buck, c’mon, I’m trying to—”

“Seriously, Steve, back the fuck off,” Bucky hisses harshly, slamming a glass down on the counter.

It shatters, and they both stare at it dumbly for a long moment. Then Steve sighs, and turns away to get some paper towels while Bucky loads the unbroken dishes into the dishwasher. They clean up in tense silence after that, which is only broken when Zach runs back into the room, attaching himself to Steve’s legs.

“Are you coming, too, uncle Steve?”

“Not today, bud,” Steve says, crouching down for a hug when Zach pouts at him. “Next time, okay?”

Zach huffs. “I guess.”

“Say bye to Steve, Zach, an’ go put on your shoes, please,” Bucky instructs, putting tin foil over the brownies. “Don’t forget your drawing.”

“Bye, uncle Steve,” Zach says, and smacks a wet, loud kiss to Steve’s cheek.

He squeals when Steve peppers kisses all over his face in return, and yells triumphantly once he gets free, but returns the, “Love you,” Steve calls after him.

“You too,” Steve tells Bucky. He straightens up again so he can sling an arm around Bucky’s neck, and kisses his cheek, too. “Even when you’re being an asshole.”

Bucky elbows him in the ribs. “Swear jar.”

Steve’s known Bucky for the better part of the century, though, and can read the gesture for what it is. He hugs Bucky properly for a moment, slaps him on the ass just to be a shit, and heads out with another, “Bye, buddy!” to Zach.

Tony’s already waiting for them when they step out of the elevator into the penthouse, and immediately picks Zach up to twirl them around. Zach laughs, thrilled, and Bucky’s heart squeezes.

- Potrix | AO3

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #kid fic #dad bucky #parenthood #pre-slash #getting together #feelings #falling in love #pining #bucky & steve friendship #friendship #steve is a little shit #but we love him anyway #prompts #potrix

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samthewrestlingfan · 7 years ago

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DIVE Part 6

HEEEELLLLOOOOO LOVEBUGS!

Such a bittersweet update! This is the final chapter of DIVE.

I want to thank you all so much for the love and the support on this little fic.

I plan to write many more stories very soon, Babes!

In the meantime, enjoy the final chapter of DIVE! An epilogue will follow this chapter up.

I love you all so much. <3

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"Babe, please let me help you." Seth chuckled as I struggled to get up off the floor.

I sighed, "NO. I've got it."

I most certainly did not have it. I was 3 days away from my due date and I am officially the size of the fucking moon. I'm crankier, more swollen, and more uncomfortable than I have been the entire pregnancy and I hate everything.

"Ella, just come here."Seth said, still chuckling at my stubbornness. He bent down and lifted me to my feet. "I could have done it, Seth." I grunted putting my hands on my hips.

He leaned forward and kissed my now sweaty forehead. "I know, I know; but I didn't want you to hurt yourself.

The last two months with Seth have been amazing! He truly seems like he's back to his old self and it feels like we didn't miss a beat in our relationship.

I wrapped my hair back into a bun and flopped on the bed. "Who's ready for another night of no sleeping?!" I said aloud sarcastically.

Seth crawled in next to me, and rubbed my stomach. "Els, is there anything I can do?"

I groaned as I tried to adjust, "No, just let me whine and I'll be okay." He placed a soft kiss on my lips as he held my face in his hands. Seth moved his hand down my side and suddenly grabbed my ass and gave it a squeeze.

My eyes widened, "Seth!" I exclaimed.

"Mmm, you're ass got even nicer baby..." He smiled against my lips. I moved to tangle my hands in his hair, and he slipped his tongue between my lips.

I made sure to grind my heat against the bulge in his boxers. He pulled himself back and placed his forehead against mine. He groaned, "...soooo how long after she's born can we have sex?"

I laughed, knowing I was teasing him. "When I feel up to it, Babe. I promise I'll make it worth the wait."

"Uuugh..." He threw himself back on the pillow, and I saw his cock strained against his pants. "Not fucking fair baby..."

I laughed to myself before placing a kiss on his lips, "Sorry, Love. I don't wanna do it while she's in there, it just seems...I don't know, wrong."

He sighed, "Yeah I guess you're right...good night baby." Seth kissed my cheek, and rolled over to his side.

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I tossed and turned all night long, finally getting my eyes shut tight at around 2 am.

Suddenly I felt a pain that was like someone was driving a car over my stomach. I sat up quickly glancing at the clock.

4:38 AM

"Seth..." I called through the pain. "Seth!" I called louder, trying to recall my breathing exercises.

He flipped over, "Wha--what?! Baby what is it, are you okay?" His groggily voice asked.

"Baby, I think I'm having a contraction." I felt the pain rush in again, and groaned aloud. I felt a wetness between my legs and turned on my bedside lamp. "Fuck..." I muttered

"What is it?" Seth asked throwing a tshirt on.

"Pretty sure my water broke." I felt tears in my eyes. From a mixture of the pain and the overwhelming circumstances we're about to face.

I let out and inhaled sharp breaths. "Els, we gotta go to the hospital, Babe." Seth spoke, rubbing his eyes awake.

I nodded and tried to stand, the pain almost made me fall to my knees. "Let me help you, Ella." Seth said as he grabbed my arm. I nodded again, unable to speak, and glad I didn't protest the help. He helped me get my sweatshirt on, and slipped my flip flops on my feet.

I sat on the bench near the front door, still doing my breathing, when the pain began to subside slightly. "Babe..." I managed to call out.

Seth hurried down the hall, "You okay?" He asked. I nodded, "Don't forget the hospital bag, top shelf of the closet."

"Got it, Babe. I grabbed the insurance cards, and chargers. Anything were forgetting?" He asked as he put on his Black and Brave baseball cap.

I shook my head, "Nope." Seth walked up to me and kissed me softly. "Let's go meet our daughter, Els."

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As soon as I got to the hospital I was given an epidural. Thank God we got a private room, too.

"Dr. Andrews will be in any second." I nodded at the nurse who finished hooking me up to the monitor.

Seth let out a sharp and long breath, "You feeling better?" I shrugged. "As good as I can. The contractions are getting closer though--right now they're only 4 minutes apart."

He held my hand as he stood next to me kissing my forehead. "You're so brave, Ella."

I smiled up at him, "If you weren't here, I don't think I would be." He kissed me again.

"Hello Mom and Dad!" Dr. Andrews sang as she entered. We both smiled at her, "Alright let check and see how dilated you are."

"Ya might wanna look away, Babe..." I laughed as I spoke to Seth. "What? Why?"

Right on cue, the doctor...measured me and Seth looked like he was going to barf.

"Guess what, Ella...We're at 10cm!"

I knew what that meant, we're about to start pushing.

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3 hours, and so much pushing later, I was close to giving up. I sobbed, sweating, shaking, and out of breath. "I can't do this anymore..." I cried.

Seth was on his knees next to my bed, he wiped the sweat from my forehead and held my hand as he kissed it. "Yes you can Ella, you're so strong baby..."

I cried at the pain, it is the most indescribable ache I have ever felt. "Okay, Ella. We're gonna push again, she's almost there, just give me a big push."

I nodded at Dr. Andrews request, "Ready annnnd, push, push push!"

I squeezed Seth's hand, and grunted loudly. "Keep going Ella! Her head is out!" I stopped pushing momentarily to catch my breath.

The thought of meeting my daughter is what kept me going, I took a sip of water, and looked at Seth. "I'm ready."

He nodded at me, and touched his forehead to mine, "You've got this, Baby."

Soon, I gave two final pushes with every ounce of energy I had left. My vision began to blur from tears and exhaustion. I felt a relief of pressure and heard a small, but powerful cry.

I broke down completely hearing my daughter's voice. "Is she okay?" I called through the tears.

"She's here, Els. She's here." Seth kissed the crown of my head. "She's perfect..." he breathed.

They called him over to cut her cord, and then whisked her away to wipe her down.

A few minutes later, they placed her on my chest, she had a pretty decent amount of thick brown hair, just like her Daddy and I.

I kissed her head and her small cries stopped. I looked up at Seth who was wiping tears from his eyes as he sobbed. "She's so beautiful." He touched her back lightly with one finger. "You did such a good job, Ella." Seth was speaking through his tears, which only made me want to cry even more.

I leaned up to kiss Seth, and a nurse came to clean her up and get her swaddled. "Be careful please..." I sobbed.

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I was laying in bed, Seth in the chair next to me shirtless, our daughter sitting on his chest. I laughed at the contrast, she was so small in the arms of her strong Daddy.

"She is a miracle, Ella." Seth smiled as he placed small kissed on the top of her head.

I nodded, "She is. She looks just like you..." I smiled. Seth scoffed, "You crazy? Do you see this beautiful face? She's all you, Els."

I adjusted the bed so I was sitting up, "What are we going to name her, Love?" I asked Seth. Truly I don't think I had given this much thought. Oops.

"Good question," he said, "Any ideas?"

I shook my head, and he laughed. "Well, what does she look like, Babe?"

Again, I didn't know. "Here, Seth. Let me see her." Seth moved the slowest I had ever seen him. He placed her in my arms, and I held her so we could look at her little face.

I stared at her little face; her cheeks we so full, her nose was nose was so perfect, she had a dimple just like me on the same side of her face. I felt that love that everyone says you will feel. Something indescribable and so unconditional.

"Babe, look..." Seth motioned. "She's opening her eyes!"

She twisted and turned in my arms, and slowly fluttered her eyes open. "Oh my God,Ella..."

Her eyes were so big and bright! The prettiest shade of aqua you'd ever see. "Hello my beautiful girl." I smiled touching her forehead to mine. The smallest smiled flashed across her face, and her dimple was made even more noticeable.

I inhaled her scent and she inhaled mine, it was like she knew I was her Mom. Then it hit me.

"How about...Sophie?" I spoke, looking to Seth.

"Sophie?"

I nodded, he looked down at her, booping her nose causing her to smile. "She looks like a Sophie to me."

We looked back to our daughter, "We made her, Ella. We made this little miracle."

"We did, granted it wasn't the best way but--"

Seth interrupted me with a soft kiss on my lips. He placed his forehead on mine, "We made her out of love. Regardless of what happened after, she was made by two people who loved each other."

I smiled at him. In a matter of 24 hours, Seth had become a different person. I could see the fire in his eyes. The drive to protect Sophie at all costs.

Out of nowhere I spoke up, "I love you, Seth."

"What?" He sounded almost confused.

"I love you. I'm so happy you're back in my life, and I'm so happy you're in her life. I love you." I wiped my eyes, tears prickling them.

Seth smiled, kissing me softly. "That's the first time you said that since...ya know."

He was right, I hadn't told him I loved him since we 'got back together' if that's even what we were doing. I mean, I would call him 'Love' or 'Babe' but I figured that was just an old habit I was falling back into.

Turns out, I was falling for him in the process.

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"Sign here..." The nurse smiled at us, Seth scribbled his signature on Sophie's birth certificate.

"Okay, you're all set. Let me just double check the spelling with you." She turned the paper to me. My eyes grazed over the ink, as I read my daughters name; Sophie Elizabeth Rollins.

We confirmed everything, and I was wheeled out in the wheelchair, Seth following close behind with Sophie in her car seat.

"She okay?" I asked turning my aching body around.

Seth laughed, "She's fine, Babe. Don't hurt yourself!"

When we reached the car, Seth helped me into the back seat, and attempted to buckle her in.

"God dammit! What the fuck is with this buckle? Where the hell does it go?" He grunted frustrated. I laughed, "Seth relax, here look."

My hands slipped it though the car seat, and clicked it into place.

"Thank you." He sighed.

I leaned my head back, still sore and exhausted. "You ready for this?" I asked my eyes closed.

"Nope." Seth said casually.

I laughed, "Good. Neither am I."

After the longest car ride I have ever been in, we made it home. Seth took Sophie on a tour of the house, Lord knows why.

I laid in my bed, Seth next to me, Sophie resting comfortably between the two of us.

"Did you ever think we'd be here?" I looked up at him with what I'm sure were sleepy eyes.

He squeezed my hand before kissing the top of it. "I never thought I'd see you again, Beautiful."

He kissed Sophie's nose, fatherhood seemed to come so naturally to him. "3 days and you're already a pro..." I smiled.

"I just want to be good to her. She's so special, I never thought I was able to make something so good. I have you to thank for all of this Ella."

"You did help, Seth." I joked.

He shook his head, "No," he spoke, his voice strained. "Before her, you were the best thing I had. The best thing I ever knew in my life, and when I screwed that up, I gave up any hope I could have ever had in having children, a partner, or a happy life."

I wiped the tears pooling in his eyes, "Well, handsome...you have it now."

"God damn, she's so perfect." Seth spoke staring at her, before turning his tired gaze to me. "So are you, Beautiful."

I shook my head, "Not me, but she sure is. I know I keep saying it, Seth but I really do love you."

"I know you do, Els. I love you, too. So, so much." I closed my eyes as he kissed me.

He held my face in his hands, "Thank you for her. Thank you for everything good you've brought back into my life. I love you."

He held me for hours, occasionally kissing the crown of my head. We were just... together. Seth, myself and our beautiful baby girl. I watched them, my family. Both of them were so beautiful to me.

I sighed in contentment. I know life isn't going to be perfect, but right now, it's as close as it gets.

I'm not going to waste a second of it.

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