#shes a sweetheart and she was born literally yesterday and she likes playing in the flowers with her friends

[azrael-5]

My lovely friend hotbar gave me a jacket with one of my favorite characters painted on the back. I want to tear it's sleeves off and turn it into a battle jacket, but the idea of a bunch of metal and punk band patches surrounding this thing

Is really funny to me

[evansbby]

40s!Steve with modern day reader, their first time together and he’s already made her come three times (which Steve is very aroused 😏 about but also kinda alarmed 😳 because he didn’t know women can have multiple orgasms so he’s scared his dick may have harmed her reproductive organs 😵 but he sees she’s very much alive and moaning and appears to be loving it so he continues because he’s turned on af 😈) and on her fourth orgasm she squirts 💦💦💦 To which Steve is SHOCKED 😮 😳 because he doesn’t know that’s a thing either, but she just reassures him it’s a very very good thing 😏 I’m just obsessed with thots of 40s!Steve learning all these new and dirty stuff with modern day reader, like imagine how shy and apprehensive he would be at first worried for her body but once they explore things more and more oh man he’d go from the quiet boy listening and learning and following her lead 👨‍🏫 😌 to fully growing into all the filthy depraved stuff to become such a feral dominant BEAST 🦁 (the lion emoji looks more cute than fierce, but you get me lol)

Ugh yes, and slowly Steve begins to get corrupted. He thinks it’s his right to dominate women, have whoever he pleases and fuck them whenever he wants (since all the women throw themselves at him bc of his looks, power and who he is). So he starts becoming more depraved, seeing how far he can push you. Suddenly, you’re scared of him. You’re the one who taught him all about kinky sex… but now Steve does his own research…

Warning: depraved smutty thots, pet play, watersports, BYE

Like one day, he’s literally ripping your ass apart with his big dick, and you’re begging him to slow down bc it hurts, and he’s like, “Shut the fuck up. You don’t call the shots here, sweetheart. So keep your mouth shut and just take it.”

You’re so shocked. You can’t believe how much he’s changed, how depraved he’s become. When did it happen? Feels like just yesterday he was marvelling over seeing you squirt for the first time, not having the slightest idea what squirting even was.

And Steve only takes it further from there. Soon, he’s shoving butt plugs up your ass, forcing you to film yourself while he tortures your clit with vibrators. He makes you wear this cute little sexy 40s nurse outfit, and kitten lingerie too, complete with ears, a collar and plug with a tail attached.

You’re so embarrassed because you used to be the experienced one who would guide him. But now Steve guides you, like literally. He makes you crawl on all fours around the house, lap at his dick while he guides you around on a leash, calling you his good little pet, making you call him Sir and his personal favourite, daddy.

And it doesn’t even stop there. He makes you cry with how cruel his words have become. He used to be loving during sex but now he calls you a slut, a whore, his cumrag. He loves cumming inside you, filling you up, but sometimes he cums all over your face and body. He sometimes even pisses all over you (when he’s feeling especially depraved) and laughs when he sees you cry.

Oh and he grows his hair and beard out and becomes beefier and thus Nomad Steve is born.

[karasunology]

⸙ ˚₊ ➷ BOKUTO KOUTARO BEING A DAD HEADCANONS! ❞

✎ . . . will you please write about oikawa, bokuto, and sugawara as dads?? :>

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ bokuto koutaro <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.

[ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA VERSION. ] [ MIYA ATUSMU VERSION. ] [ KUROO TETSURO & KOZUKE KENMA VERSION. ] [ IWAIZUMI HAJIME VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . no thoughts, head and heart full of bokuto koutaro

BOKUTO KOUTARO.

➜ bokuto wanted to have a baby with you

➜ that's it that's the tweet thank you for reading😌💅

➜ i'm kidding don't leave, i have abandonment issues

➜ just like oikawa, kou ─ your husband, has gotten baby fever and it wasn't going down any minute until bb boy gets his way

➜ phew, i'd let him get his way with me✋😳

➜ bokuto was great with kids, always playing around with them in a park as if he was one of them, and both of you knew that

➜ and when bokuto sees that you're also good with kids, mans knew he wanted to build a family with you

➜ he wanted not just one, because seeing what both of you created taking in different forms and pieces of their parents would leave him so proud

➜ would very much take it as a sign from the universe saying to him that the both of you were meant to be patents

➜ the day he lets you awknowledge his little daydream, was when the both of you were sitting down on the coach re-watching his match last week after babysitting one of your guys' friend's kid

➜ mans couldn't TAKE IT ANYMORE

➜ the way you coo at the child, you cooked with the child and just the way you tenderly supported the kid with your arms as you helped him reach a toy from the shelf

➜ and of course, you accepted it; there wasn't any other man other than kou that you wanted to start a family with

➜ let's just say mans wanted to make one right then and there after you confessed to him that you wanted to start a family with him as well

➜ and y'all did just that💀

➜ after receiving the news of your pregnancy, bokuto has never been more happy, aside from those times he won a match on nationals and, well ─ marrying you

➜ but in the white noise of excitement and joyfulness, there was a lingering thought and it was terrifying; what if he doesn't make enough time for both you and his child because of volleyball? will he have to take a break from it? would your child love him?

➜ bokuto was now down to emo mode just with the thought of your guys' children hating him

➜ and when the thoughts became to unbearable, he contacts akaashi.

“ bokuto-san, ” koutaro could tell akaashi was thinking about it before saying something,

“ you're one of the best men i know that's good with children; don't waste your time sulking about nonsensical what if's, when the present is right there in front of you ”

➜ akaashi was, to say the least, your one of your children's godfather.

➜ but the day your babies was going to arrive, it was as if your husband had a switch and unlike the usual ─ he was the one supporting you

➜ he held your hand, squeezing them to let you be aware that he's right there by your side, knowing that you needed all the support right now and he gave it to you

➜ tenfolds the support you gave him

➜ and when be first saw the first triplet being born, he knew right there that he fell in love once again, but with the child he has co-produced with the love of his life !!

➜ i just wanted to say that y'all's kids are NIGHT OWLS, literally, gets the biggest bursts of energy at ungodly hours

➜ koutaro would still get anxious and terrified, but there was something about your triplets that puts him at ease ─ like, one thing he'd be doubting himself and then the next thing, he'd be all fuzzy inside when his three triplets just looked like a litter of puppies asking for his attention on his lap

➜ and he'd just, revert back to reality seeing how blessed he was and stopped doubting himself and just live in the present

➜ EYE ─ I'M SO SOFT I CAN'T😭✋

“ now say dada ” he encouraged the little sunshines on his lamp as a youthful giggle serenated from his son's lips

“ dawa ─ ” the baby tried to copy his words, before shreiking of laughter when kosuke saw the defeated look on his father's face, somehow bringing him joy

➜ while his baby girl, kouzumi, was peacefully attached to him as the most interesting in her golden eyes were his hair ─ attempting to reach her arms to his hair, making grabby arms

➜ after a few months, you've noticed how much your triplets were in sync with their father ─ all together, being balls of sunshine

“ you've been trying for hours kou, take a break. ” you laugh, as you looked up from the book you were holding seeing your husband housing an offended look, and of course ─ a weird sound, a scoff? you didn't know, until, your other son imitated him

➜ almost perfecting the one he made

➜ and bokuto was ECSTATIC

“ hONEY, HONEY, OH MY GOD DID YOU HEAR THAT? ” he squealed, as his son imitated his sound again

“ he's responding to me !! ”

“ dO IT AGAIN KOSUKE ” he says as he takes out his phone

➜ the type of father to do the peek-a-boo game with his triplets and doing it perfectly as they're just enamured by his father as if he was doing some avada kedevra shit 😭🗿

➜ hey queen!! 🙆👑 GIRL, YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN, CONSTANTLY RAISING📈📉 THE BAR🔝 FOR US AND DOING IT F L A W L E S S  L Y

➜ the type of father that would never miss any important moments with his children, even though he's a busy with volleyball especially since it's his profession

➜ the type of father that has too many videos of his children on his phone saying papa in different ways, trying to imitate him, first steps, first laugh & JUST EVERYTHING

➜ has a whole usb of his children, three folders for each of them

➜ has a whole ass frame of his daughter's drawing from five years old of him and her and he would NOT let anyone touch it other than him and maybe you when you when you need to dust off the frames because it's getting too dusty

➜ you guys would always be there to support him no matter what, either in the stands of at home

➜ but when you guys do visit his games and cheer him on, MANS WILL BE UNSTOPPABLE

“ mommy !! look, daddy's coming ” kaoru, the youngest of your triplets, tugged softly on your coat

➜ you smiled as you saw your husband running up to you and your kids after his matches as a few reporters, in respect, stood a few meters away from you guys, taking kosuke on his right arm, the other with kaoru and on top of his shoulders was kouzumi tugging on her father's spiked hair she could never seem to get over with

“ ahH ─ my hair baby girl, you're kinda hurting daddy ” koutaru laughed as your daughter tried processing his words before wrapping her arms around his head softly to not fall off a small gasp escaping her lips

“ i'm sowry for hurting you daddy! ” she exclaimed as her brothers tried telling her off while the reporters just watched in awe at her

“ don't hurt daddy just because he lets you on top of there ─ ” kosuke scolded her, slightly jealous that she had the highest view

“ ─ yeah! ” your youngest vigorously nodded his head as he agreed to his brother, both obviously pouting that she had the chance to be ontop of their father's shoulders

“ uh kou, i can take them now since there's a few people wanting to interview you. ” you offered as you jerked your head onto the reporters directions smiling at them

“ oh no ma'am !! it's alright, we also kinda wanted to interview your children as well, since a lot of netizens are curious about them, seeing them everywhere on his socials. ”

➜ you guys agreed as they start asking you guys questions, but more to the triplets as they responded cutely, their identical amber eyes looking at them like an owl in curiousity

➜ JUST IMAGINE THREE ADORABLE OWL LOOKING KIDS HANGING ON TO THEIR MOTHER OWL AND BOKUTO JUST LOOKS LIKES A MONKEY BAR LMAO

➜ like these kids just attached to him lmao

➜ but there are times where he has to go on tournaments, training camps, olympics & probably photoshoots/commercials ngl and these three owls he left in your care are in EMO MODE LMAOO😭✋

➜ they got it from their dad, and you were now stuck with three emo bokutos but times three

➜ wow multiplication

➜ when she's a mathematician😍

➜ but bokuto would honestly also miss his children clinging to him for dear life

➜ like they would never be separated without having facetime calls every five hours

➜ but your kids understood that he has other things to do and theg try not to complain that much for your sake

➜ your kids are actually sweethearts okay 🥺

➜ when they grew up, his sons were still attached to him but they weren't as clingey as when they were in their childhood days ─ but your daughter phew, your daughter used to be the clingiest of them all and now it's just none, nonexistent, vanished, obliviated, avada kedevra LMAO

➜ like you know how teenagers be

➜ and your husband was DEPRESSED ABOUT IT

➜ his bb girl won't touch his hair anymore :(

➜ his bb girl won't be a little girl no more :(

➜ especially when kouzumi starts having boyfriends😭 MANS WAS SAD THAT THERE ARE ALREADY BOYS OTHER HIM IN HER LIFE

➜ it felt as if it wasn't even yesterday that kouzumi said that she don't need no prince, she'll be both a fucking princess and knight in shinning armor

➜ ugh periodt💅

➜ and koutaro's nows just like

“ WHERE DID ALL THAT TALK GO ?? ”💀💀💀

➜ ALSO BOKUTO GIVES THE BEST ADIVCES NO CAP

➜ gives volleyball advices, relationship advices better than u could ever

➜ this is getting too long but, even if some of his kids may not show it anymore, they still love their father so much and won't let anyone replace him because he's basically the ace of their hearts.

[zeppelin-and-unicorns]

Yesterday I introduced you guys to the Hyde family, and now it’s time to introduce you to the new generation of the Forman family!

Again, click on the thingy if you want to know more about them!

On the top row, we see Eric and Donna, and on the bottom row, we see their two children, Lucas and Hannah (there’s no hearing aid option on picrew so just imagine Hannah’s wearing one, okay?).

Eric and Donna have overall a nice marriage. I tend not to focus much on them in my stories mostly because I’m indifferent to their relationship. After s5 I completely lost interest in them, and there was a point where I didn’t even want them to end up together anymore on s7. But I do believe that they love each other and that they can end up together if given a nice storyline, which is what I tried to do.

TSG is mostly focused on Jackie and Hyde, so we don’t get a lot of details about Donna and Eric other than they’re together, married, and have children, so I’m going to give you guys a brief summary of what happened between them after the season finale.

Eric and Donna talked about everything when he came back for the New Year’s, and they decided to try again. Eric went back to Africa to finish the program, and Donna went to college. When Eric came back, he went to the same college as she did and they started living together. Donna became a journalist, Eric became a teacher, and they moved back to Point Place when they graduated.

As soon as they moved back, Donna got pregnant with Lucas. They lived in a small apartment for a while, until Lucas started running around everywhere and they bought a house across the street from Jackie and Hyde.

They did not plan on having other children until Lucas was older, but well... Accidents happen and Donna had Hannah in 1987, when Lucas was 3 years old.

About their children... they are something else, I love them so much.

Lucas, just like Dylan, has a lot of pent-up energy, but he’s also an introvert and not a prankster at all, so he uses most of his energy in sports (for Red’s delight lol). He’s really into hockey, like, really into it, and he starts taking hockey lessons from a young age.

When he’s older, Lucas joins the school’s track and field team, mostly because there’s no hockey team in Point Place High and he absolutely hates football and wrestling.

Lucas is a bulky guy, but he’s also geeky and he and his father are addicted to video games. They spend countless hours every week playing Mario Kart and Super Smash Bros on his Nintendo 64 (Eric loses every single time lol).

He’s smart, not only is he great with numbers, but he’s also great at chess. Seriously, he won countless chess matches against his uncle Hyde (who’s half-proud and half-bitter about it), and he was like, 10.

His dream job is to be a video game developer, and considering how he’s a math whiz and how he’s a great athlete, he gets a scholarship to study computer science at college.

He never gets into trouble, mostly because people are smart enough not to fuck with him. He’s quiet and not prone to violence at all, but he’s also huge and he could probably kill someone if he wanted to.

When Lucas graduates from high school and goes to college, some bullies start to mess with his little sister Hannah, but Dylan quickly puts an end to that.

Hannah is a sweetheart, she’s an animal lover and she’s probably the sweetest person from the series.

Oh, and Hannah is also hearing impaired.

One of the things that bother me a lot in the fanfiction world (actually in the whole entertainment industry), is the lack of representativity of people with disabilities. I live with people who have disabilities, it’s something I literally see every day, and sometimes I am genuinely shocked by the lack of information (and empathy) people have when it comes to that subject.

So I decided I wanted to include a person with a disability in my story, and I am going to make you guys love her.

Hannah was born healthy, she learned how to talk and she listened to things normally up until she was 5. But as she grew older, she started developing some behaviors that concerned Eric and Donna, like watching the TV too loud and not replying to them when they called her. They took her to the doctor, they found out she had severe hearing loss and would need to use a hearing aid probably for the rest of her life.

Eric and Donna were crushed (it even causes some problems in their marriage in the future), but Hannah never cared much about it, because she was too young and she could hear just fine whenever she had her hearing aids on. She’s overall a happy kid who loves playing outside and is completely in love with everything related to nature.

The Forman family has three cats, all of them were cats that Hannah rescued from the streets and begged them to adopt. Hannah’s also responsible for bringing Zeppelin into the Hyde’s lives.

She was playing outside with Dylan and Jordan when they found a cute little black puppy all alone, searching for food in the garbage. Hannah took the puppy and begged for her parents to keep him, but they already had three cats and they couldn’t keep him. Jackie and Hyde were in the same room when she arrived with the cute little puppy, and they decided to adopt him (for Hannah’s delight). The puppy was named Zeppelin (Hyde was the one who named him, by the way), and Hannah visits the Hyde’s almost every day just to play with their dog.

Hannah loves picnics and walks at the park, she loves watching the trees changing according to the seasons, she loves to stargaze with her aunt Jackie, she loves hearing Layla’s romantic stories, she loves babysitting the younger kids, and she loves spending time with her grandma Kitty, learning how to bake and how to sew.

When she grows older, Hannah becomes a vet and opens her own animal shelter.

Hannah never let her disability stop her, she’s incredible.

And again, I got way too excited, sorry.

If you have any questions about this universe please don’t hesitate on sending them to me.

Posting the Kelso’s picrews soon :)

[justjessame]

The Deal Chapter 63

Jocelyn, Michonne’s friend, has a group with many kids. It seems odd to me, so many children, without as many adults, but who am I to judge? I see their eyes land on my bump, Michonne’s bump, and Daryl’s protective nature. I feel the cold chill I normally get when someone I love is in danger, but they all seem so normal. Survivors, by nature, are watchful. It’s what keeps them alive. At least that’s what I tell myself over and over.

Judith and our other young ones, kids I’ve helped teach and read to, have a bonfire and sleepover with the newcomers. Innocent, or so it seems. Why then, as Daryl sleeps comfortably next to me, can’t I let the chill be overcome by his warm? Why can’t I fall off to sleep too?

I tell myself, as I creep down the hallway and out the front door, that I’m only going to make sure that Judith has fallen asleep in the company of these strangers. It’s when I’m getting closer that I feel a sharp pain in my head and then darkness takes me under.

When I come to, I’m in the infirmary. The pain is terrible. From my head down to my toes and I can’t seem to move. What the literal fuck? And then I realize that I feel no movement from my baby. Nothing. Usually when I first wake up, or when I’m coming awake, the baby is so active that I feel like I’m going to pee myself. Nothing. And I remember going to check on Judith and the world spins and I feel like I’m going to throw up.

“Hey,” I guess I moved, flinched or groaned. It’s Michonne, and she’s holding tight to my hand. “You’re awake.”

“What happened?” My voice is hoarse and dry. “Why am I in the infirmary?”

She sighs, grabbing a cup of water from the side table and helping me sit up. I realize that my bump, usually so full and active is still so horribly quiet. “Jocelyn, her people, they-” She took a deep breath and after I drank helped me lay back down. “They took the children.” I tried to sit back up. “No, Jessi, it’s fine. We got everyone back.” But I can see, in the way she won’t meet my eyes that something is wrong.

“Judith?” My voice broke, my fear so very strong.

“She’s fine, Jessi.” I saw Michonne swallow hard. “They killed one of ours, and left you-” I waited, wondering if-

“Daryl.” My voice was a breath. If it wasn’t Judith, then Daryl. He was one of ours. Did they murder him?

She shook her head and took my hand in hers. “No, honey, not Daryl.” I was confused. Then what was so terrible that she couldn’t look at me? “It’s your baby.” My baby?

I felt my heart clench and I knew. It wasn’t moving. “My baby?” I felt my eyes sting. “Mom?”

Michonne finally looked into my face and I saw it. The pain of loss, a pain she knew. Her eyes were shining with tears. “Siddiq, he realized yesterday, when we brought you in.” Yesterday? Fuck. “He’s going to have to help you-”

I was gasping for air. “Where’s Daryl?” And then I saw him, in the doorway, holding Judith. “I’m sorry.” The tears were blurring my eyes. I was sobbing. I’d done it. I’d failed so terribly at the ONE thing we both wanted. “I’m sorry.”

Daryl handed Judith to Michonne and pulled me upright into his arms. “It’s OK, Jessi, we can try again.” He was kissing my hair, promising me that this wasn’t our only shot at our family.

It was our only shot. If I’d lost my baby during the time before, there would have been a way to induce my labor. I would have been able to give birth, naturally, and no harm no foul. This wasn’t the time before. And Siddiq, while a great medic, was NOT a OB/GYN with a full arsenal of medication at his disposal.

I ended up having a flash of Lori’s fear and death. Somehow, my baby did not turn, perhaps babies are slower in turning? Perhaps I got insanely lucky. What I wasn’t lucky in was having a cesarean that didn’t end in at least partial tragedy. My tragedy wasn’t death. It was simply an end to my ability to have children.

I will not go back through the pain of having that surgery performed. I will not graphically recall the blood and the fear and the pain. I won’t allow myself to remember finding out that Siddiq hadn’t been completely successful and that I would never get to have a child by Daryl, or anyone for that matter.

I survived. My baby didn’t. A tiny girl whose brain had to be pierced just in case. A little girl that would never play in Alexandria, never be given a piggy back ride by me or her daddy, a little girl that I couldn’t even name because my pain was so overwhelming.

Once I was well enough to move, I walked carefully back through Alexandria, a fog of grief and barely noticed anyone or their expressions. I made my way back to the house I shared with Michonne, Daryl, and Judith. I walked to my room, and I tried to focus on Judith’s gift of a painting. Me, Uncle Daryl, Mom, and was that Negan?

“Judith,” I pulled her carefully onto my lap, since I was still in pain. “Who is this?” I pointed to the bearded man that was on the other side of my colorful self.

“Negan.” She said, snuggling into my chest. Which also ached, because my milk hasn't dried up yet. “He make you feel better.”

I closed my eyes and felt my chest tighten. “He does?”

She nodded, and sighed. “Was scared.” She whispered and I kissed her curls. “Mommy was bloody.” Oh God. “All over. You weren’t there.” I felt my eyes start to burn. “Uncle Daryl and Mommy not tell me what happened.”

Damn it. “I’m sorry, baby.” I tried to rock her, but pain flashed through my body. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“You were asleep on the road.” Fuck, she’d seen. “I wanted to see you, but they not let me.”

My eyes closed again. “You’re safe now, Jude. You’re safe.”

She tilted her face up to look at me. “You sad. Uncle Daryl said-” I saw her look at where my baby had once cradled inside of me. Her tiny hand touched it gently. “No more baby?”

I was crying and hugging her to me when Michonne and Daryl came to the doorway. “Judith, sweetheart, let’s let Jessi rest?” Mom offered, walking over and picking her up. “We love you, honey.” She was looking at me and I nodded, pushing Judith’s painting onto the side table.

She walked out with Judith blowing me a kiss and telling me she loved me. Daryl was leaning against the wall beside the door. “Get some rest, Jessi.” I sighed, and started to lay down. “I’m gonna go back to searching.” I closed my eyes and knew, even as he was saying it, that he didn’t want to be here with me. Not now. “Maybe I can find-”

I nodded, rolling over so he was confronted with my back. “OK, be safe.” I couldn’t offer more. Not now. Not after failing so spectacularly.

“I love you.” He said quietly and I nodded. If you loved me, I wanted to scream, then you’d stay. But I didn’t. He needed time to grieve in his own way. And being alone was Daryl’s way.

“Me too,” I offered, but I wasn’t sure he’d waited. Or if he’d heard.

I healed. Physically, and as mentally as I could. I had to. Mom was growing closer to her due date, and I had to be there to help. I wanted to be there. I’d watched Judith be born, traumatizing though it was, and I wanted to see my newest sibling come into this world.

Daryl was seen less and less. We drifted further and further apart. And between the grief I felt over the loss of our baby, the excitement I allowed to take its place in part at the impending arrival of Mom’s baby, I didn’t get to visit Negan.

My little brother, Rick Grimes Jr came into this world with a lusty scream and I swore that I could see Dad and Carl in his tiny face. I see Michonne, and my heart nearly explodes with love. He doesn’t replace my little girl, but he’s wonderful.

I’m walking home, after his birth, when I decide that it’s time to see Negan. The guard barely looks at me and I go inside, the darkness of his cell pisses me off. Light isn’t a luxury, so he should have some. I’ll have to talk to Mom about it later.

“Come to show me your little one?” His voice, sounding hoarse from disuse, is quiet. My heart pounds at the reminder of my loss, but I can’t be angry with him for not knowing. I am appreciative that no one told him.

“No.” I answer sadly, taking the single hard chair and moving it closer to his cell. “I don’t think you can see the cemetery from here.”

“Cemetery?” He takes in my appearance in the dimness. “Oh, Jessi, no.” Strange, he sounds like he cares. As though he feels the pain I feel. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He’s moved so he’s standing at the bars, his hands reaching through, but I don’t take them.

“Yeah, I-” I feel a sob building and force it down. Today is a happy day, I remind myself, think of little RJ. “She didn’t make it.” I take a deep breath. “My new baby brother did.” I smile, remembering his tiny fist. “There’s a new Rick Grimes in town.”

Negan kneels on the hard floor and looks up at me. “Sweetheart, let’s go back to the baby.” I shake my head. No, I won’t. “You need to talk about it.” Shit, why? “Tell me.”

And I do. What I’ve pieced together about the night Jocelyn’s people kidnapped Judith and the others. About the head wound they gave me, about being found JUST in time to save me, but not the baby. How my little sister and the other kids, including one of Jocelyn's group was saved. About my cesarean operation and the resulting damage. And how, even after all that, I wanted to just think about RJ and Judith.

“Where’s Daryl?” It was quiet, but loaded. “Why isn’t he here, making sure you’re talking?”

“He suffered a loss too, Negan.” It sounded lame, but it was true. “Daryl does better on his own to process.”

He nodded, sensing no doubt that I wasn’t in the mood to rehash his feelings on Daryl’s failures where I was concerned. “I can’t have kids either.” It was quiet, but just as pained as how I felt when I learned that my hopes were gone. “Lucille and I tried, and tried. Nothing. I shoot blanks.”

“Why did the wife-” It was weird, but I was curious about the pregnancy test I’d seen, which led me to Alexandria’s cache of tests.

“Sherry.” He nodded. “She, before she agreed to-” He sighed. “Her and Dwight-”

“Oh.” They’d run off together, but I’d assumed, god knew what. “Guess we’re a sad pair.” I gave a dark chuckle. “Both genetic dead ends.”

Negan shook his head. “No. We can’t make babies, Jessi, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make an impact.” I snorted. “OK, not necessarily the best fucking impacts in my case, but you, oh, Jessica Grimes, you are more than fucking remarkable.”

I felt better, slightly, by the time I’d kissed him goodbye and walked home. Judith came rushing to greet me, and I told her all about RJ and how she could meet him the next day. Smiling at the woman who’d stayed with her while I was with Michonne, trying hard to ignore the pity I could see in her eyes, I closed the front door and got us both some dinner.

[purplesurveys]

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survey by ehxsnohs

Do you remember the last movie you saw while on a date? Knives Out. I wouldn’t call it a date, though; my girlfriend at the time and I just made a super last-minute decision to watch the movie on a whim, met up at the mall like 5 minutes after deciding, and immediately parted ways after watching it, lmao. There was a typhoon at the time and classes were actually suspended that day because the weather was supposed to be really bad, so we had to make it quick.

Have you ever dated anyone on your top friends? Irrelevant Myspace question but I’ve dated neither of my best friends.

How many purses do you own? Just one and I don’t even use it anymore. I have no idea where it is, actually.

Do you expect to be married in the next two years? Hell no.

What would you do if you found out you were pregnant? Idk. I hate getting this question...

Could you handle being married to the last person you texted? Unsurprisingly, it’s another media person that I contact exclusively for work, so no. I don’t even know her, and I am 130% sure she’s married.

What are you excited for? The rest of my weekend.

What's the last thing you put in your mouth? My vape pen, to take a puff.

Have you told anybody you loved them today? I think just my dogs so far, but then again it’s 8 in the morning.

Did you sleep alone last night? Yes but Kimi stayed close as he always likes to do. Sweet boy’s almost going blind but always seems to know where I am and will do anything to be physically close to me.

Do you currently have a hickey? No.

Have you hugged or kissed anybody today? I mean, I did briefly take out Cooper to sit with him on our accent chair at like 4 AM earlier for a hugging sesh, if that counts. I don’t expect to do so with people today.

Who was the last person you took a picture with? We held a virtual event over Zoom last week for one of our clients and we snapped a group shot with the participants by the end of the session, which included the media and some local influencers.

Who was the first person you texted this morning? Funny that you asked this because I literally just got a text from one of the bloggers I emailed yesterday to invite for a PR execution we’re doing with another client. They just confirmed that they’re happy to join, so I’ll have to reply. Normally I would hate doing weekend work, but food bloggers are generally sweethearts so I’ll be happy not to ignore their text. I’ll respond right now, haha.

Who will you be sleeping with tonight? Just me.

What time did you go to sleep last night? I finally felt like passing out at around 4:30 AM earlier.

Are you listening to it right now? To what? I can only hear loud welding noises from the construction being done outside.

What kind of cell phone do you have? I have an iPhone 8 that I also really want to upgrade already.

Do your parents pay for it? They paid for it. Having free tuition in college really had its perks lmao; I’m their only kid they didn’t hesitate to buy a new phone for hahahaha.

Would you rather pierce your tongue or lip? My lip.

How old will you be on your next birthday? 23.

What color is your iPod? I don’t use mine anymore but the one I grew up with was blue.

Shuffle Your iPod And List The First 5 Songs: I’m shuffling my Spotify instead based on the last song I played:

1. free love - HONNE

2. La La Lost You - NIKI

3. Headaches - Raveena

4. At My Worst - Pink Sweat$

5. Mariposa - Peach Tree Rascals

Turns out they turned on the Radio feature because I can only recognize the first two songs.

Favorite thing to get at McDonalds? Shake Shake Fries. I also used to get the Burger McDo because it's their cheapest burger and yet, personally for me, the best-tasting; but now that I can afford their more expensive items I’ll probably keep getting McNuggets from now on, hah. McSpicy is a gift from the gods as well but it’s only seasonal, and it’s been a while since they brought it back :(

Have You Kissed You Number One? -

Where was the last public bathroom you used located? As in bathroom and not restroom? Probably the shower area in the Nasugbu resort my friends and I went to in 2019.

If you're on a laptop, how much charge does it have left? It’s currently connected to power so it’s at 100%.

Do you think baby clothes are adorable? Some of them are cheeky, yeah.

Are you a dog or cat person? Dog.

When were you born? (morning, afternoon, etc) 9 in the evening.

4 websites you recently visited...

1. Gmail, to answer an email.

2. Google Sheets because I needed to check on something to be able to answer said email.

3. Google, to look up a term.

4. Twitter.

Do you know anyone named Alex? So many people. It’s a very common name.

Whose house did you last sleep over at? Most likely Gabie’s.

What's the last personal question you were asked? I guess the question I just answered?

Time for the personals :)

Your first time having sex how old were you? I had just turned 18.

Top or Bottom? Bottom.

Ever had a one night stand? No, and I wouldn’t have one.

Ever gave/had a bj? I mean, I’ve done both but with a girl, and we don’t exactly call them blowjobs...

Watch porn? Occasionally.

Prefer a condom? It’s never been applicable to me before so I wouldn’t know my preference on it.

Foreplay? Are you asking if I’ve done it or prefer it? I’ve had it before, of course; but I don’t necessarily prefer it all the time.

Orgies? Threesomes? Etc.? Never done anything beyond intercourse with one person.

Would you ever record you having sex? I’m open. Unless it was done without one person’s consent, this really shouldn’t be an issue.

Ok moving on..

Do you prefer coffee or energy drinks? Coffee. Energy drinks smell nastily sweet and I can’t imagine liking the taste of it as well.

If you could adopt 3 unique pets, what would you get? I just want dogs.

Do you believe in sex before marriage? Yes.

Where did you buy the shirt your wearing? I just got it from my old school.

Last place you went in the car? Feliz.

What grade are you in, if you're still in school? -

[b0rtney]

meet the babies <3

so y’all already be knowin that I am now fostering 3 kittens, let me introduce them to you now!

So the momma is Nicki. She is the smallest full-grown cat I have ever seen. She is a brown tabby with white little socks on her feeties that are all different lengths. I am almost certain that she is just a really nice feral cat, because my findings are as follows:

the foster coordinator found Nicki in the garden section of a Wal-Mart. The employees had been feeding her, and noticed she was pregnant!! <3

she is very nice and friendly. She will let just about anyone hold her babies. When you hold her, she tries to get away but literally never uses her claws to do so. What a sweetheart!!! 

she was in labor for three days (the longest the foster coordinator has ever seen). One of her babies was born on the 19th and the other on the 21st

she has no clue how to play with toys or anything. You roll a ball at her and she’s like “??? what is this? what do you expect me to do with it???” I had to show her how to use the little scratching post/board thingy I got for her by miming cat scratching on it until she figured it out (and now it is her favorite thing, aside from the little crinkly poof balls I got her, which she has carefully relocated to her bed with her and the kittens). She has mild interest in the feather toy, but only after I removed the bell

she is scared of bells and other loud noises

she is nervous about people walking over her or even around her. She will entirely move herself to a corner or her bed if you attempt to do so. (I always feel so bad for making her uncomfortable TTATT)

she loves belly rubs

her back paws are ticklish

she has had an infected cut on her side since before I got her. The foster coordinator says she doesn’t need a vet, just some of the antibiotics they gave me with my care package, so I started her on that today and she was peeved at me about it, but I gave her lots of treats afterwards

she was extremely well-behaved yesterday when I cleaned out her cut and put bacitracin on it!! <3

Then we have the babies, Eminem and Dre!!! (we don’t know as much about them yet, they’re still so young!)

They are almost exactly 3 weeks old now!! 

Eminem is a girl, and she’s more outgoing than her brother. She’s black-and-white spotted.

Dre is the quiet type. He is a brown tabby like his momma.

Dre was severely underweight when he was born, but has since caught up and even surpassed his sister! What a good babie!!

Eminem opened her eyes first-- a prodigy <3

Both of them get a lot of eye boogers right now, and they hate it when I clean their little faces and give them medicine >~<

Dre is alright as long as he feels securely held, but Eminem will cry unless you hold her right to your chest with both hands. She’s a little bit of a princess uwu

I know this was long, but that’s what we know about these little guys so far! I’ll keep you posted!!

[madelinecoffee]

On Her Own Ch. 3

Summary: 10 years into being a vampire on her own Bella meets Esme at the bookstore where she works, and Esme brings her home hoping Bella will choose to join their family. A/N: Oh my gosh the fact that people are reading this story has blown me away. If you reblogged it or let me know you liked it thank you, it makes my heart warm and want to write more. I literally am just writing this because I enjoy it. But you people telling me you like it means the world. Here you go another chapter! I don’t do tagging because it spikes my anxiety, but I do tag this on her own * if you want to track it  Words: 2730 Previous Chapters: Ch. 1 Ch. 2

Esme peaked in on Bella a few times in the night, wanting to make sure that Bella was sleeping soundly. Every time Esme looked in on her Bella was asleep only the top of her head visible under the comforter. Whenever Esme got up to check on her Jasper always assured her that Bella was calm and sleeping fine, but Esme felt better checking on the girl.

“Hey Mom,” Esme smiled as she always did whenever one of her children called her mom this time it was Emmett, “Do you think Bella will want to stay with us?” “I’m not sure sweetheart, she’s been on her own for practically her whole life, vampire and before. It might be hard for her.” Esme told him sincerely

“But that’s why she should stay, we can be the family she didn’t have. She’ll be like everyone’s little sister! It’d be so fun to have her around! She’s not a newborn but she’s the youngest of us.”

Jasper nodded as he shot one of Emmett’s men, “I mean she’s been a vampire for ten years, she’s definitely out of that newborn stage mentally. But her emotions still have a new born-feel.”

Carlisle spoke, “What you do mean Jasper?”

“Well as vampires we feel things intensely, but newborns feel them stronger than us. And Bella feels things very strongly. The only difference is she doesn’t just move from one emotion to the next like a new-born.” Jasper spoke trying his best not to recall the newborns his known.

Everyone settled into their thoughts once again, Jasper and Emmett continued to play their video game while their parents read and Rosalie did something on her I-pad. Alice was upstairs deciding what to dress Bella in tomorrow.

--

Bella woke in a slight daze forgetting for a moment where she was. But it all came back to her, she was at the Cullen’s house. She smiled for a moment, letting herself imagine being part of the family. But she shook her head of those thoughts, she’s always been alone and maybe that’s how it was supposed to be. When she opened the door Esme and Alice were there.

“Oh, good morning.” Bella said sheepishly

Alice didn’t even look bashful, “We heard you getting up! I figured you’d want a shower so I brought some stuff for you. I know you don’t need one but I know you’d enjoy one.”

“Oh Alice” Bella sighed her name lovingly and Alice beamed

“I just wanted to say good morning” Esme told her hugging Bella to her again, Bella wasn’t sure if anyone had ever given her so much affection freely. She reveled in the hug not feeling Esme pull away until Bella did. “Let me show you the shower it can be a little tricky.”

Bella nodded, as Esme held her hand brining her into the bathroom showing her how to use the nob and Alice left out some clothes for her on the bed.

Bella took her time in the shower using the floral smelling soap and shampoo to wash up before wrapping herself in the fluffiest towel she had ever felt. She giggled a little bit at the clothes Alice had laid out, she felt like someone’s model but she didn’t mind if it made Alice happy. Though she blushed at the black lacy bra and panties, who did Alice think was going to see her undergarments? But for some reason her mind flashed to Edward before she shook it off and started putting on the jeans and green V-neck tee shirt Alice had left out she figured she’d let her hair air dry, as she headed down stairs.

She waved slightly, “Good morning Bella! You ready to help me kick Jasper’s butt?” Emmett cheered

“That sounds like fun” Bella said honestly

“Oh honey, let me do your hair first. Alice’s hair is much to short and Rosalie is very particular about hers.”

Rosalie rolled her eyes, “I just like to do it myself, Mom.” Esme smiled at her

Bella sat down in front of Esme as Esme brushed out her wet hair and she knew Jasper was picking up her sadness as he gave her a questioning look but she shook her head. Even as a young girl she knew her mother had never brushed through her hair so gently, quickly putting it into a French braid.

“I hope the braid’s okay Bella, I saw that you were wearing it that way yesterday.” Esme said a little self consciously

“Oh Esme, it’s perfect. Thank you, no one’s ever done my hair for me before.” Bella spoke shyly before Alice shouted in out-range

“You’ve never had someone do your hair and nails? Or give you a make-over?”

Bella nodded, “Yeah it was really just me.”

Emmett threw a remote at her, “Well now it’s not so get going we gotta kick Jasper’s ass. He has all that military experience and it’s helping him. But with my new little sister on my side I know we’ll win!”

Bella nodded enthusiastically only sparing Edward a small smile as he came down the stairs to see what Emmett was shouting about.

Bella let herself get lost in the feeling of being part of a family as her and Emmett attempted to take down Jasper in the game, with the rest of the family choosing sides. She thought she was Edward watching her more than once but she wasn’t sure. What she was sure of was that this was the most fun she’d had in a long time.

--

Edward was sure he looked like a fool, but he could not stop looking at Bella. The way she bit her lip when she was nervous and the way her tongue stuck out slightly when she was playing the game with his brothers. He read in his mind the rest of his family’s desire to have her stay. His brothers already saw her as their younger sister, and Alice viewed her as her best friend. Rosalie was still unsure of the girl, but she knew it’d be better for her to be part of the family rather than be on her own. Esme’s desire to have the girl stay was the strongest of all his family, he heard it in her mind every time the girl allowed her into her space or allowed Esme to give her affection. His father he saw was already becoming founder of the girl, smiling as she played with the boys.

Edward wanted her to stay, but it definitely wasn’t as his new sister. He recoiled at the thought; he felt an attraction toward the girl. He thought of the conversation he had with his father last night while Bella was asleep, he made sure that Edward knew not to toil with the girl’s heart. Carlisle knew Esme would be crushed if Edward made her uncomfortable or caused her to leave. He wanted to talk to her about this, he thought maybe just maybe she could be his mate. He was over 117 years old and had seen many a vampire find their mate, had read their minds and had an idea how it felt. But she seemed a frail vampire, the last thing he wanted to do was to be uncomfortable. He decided he’d take her to his favorite spot in the woods, the trees formed a little circle and something told him she’d appreciate it. There was time like the present, just as Bella and Emmett finally defeated Jasper sharing a high-five. Edward stood up causing everyone to look at him, “Bella, would you like to accompany me on a run in the woods? There’s a spot I think you’d like” He smiled his most charming smile and ignored this thoughts of his family as they either made fun of his way of asking her out or threating his manhood if he hurt her.

“I like the woods, that sounds nice” Bella answered shyly taking his out stretched hand. She glanced at Esme for a moment and when Esme nodded starting following him out.

--

Bella hoped Edward asking her run in the woods was what she thought it was, a date. They chatted as they walked and she found herself enthralled as he talked about the song he wrote Esme for her birthday.

“Maybe one day you’ll write me a song” Bella spoke bashfully, as she looked up at him hopefully

“Well beautiful Bella, if I’m being honest I started writing you a lullaby last night while you slept”

“Oh, will you play it for me tonight?” Edward nodded, “On one condition”

Bella narrowed her eyes at him, “Which is?”

Edward laughed, “We run the rest of the way”

Bella giggled, “Sure, I like running but you have to lead the way”

Edward nodded taking off first, and sat down once they reached the circle of trees.

“Wow” Bella looked up in awe, Bella took a moment to study Edward trying to grasp if needed anything or if he wanted anything in this moment.

Bella found she pleased with what she found and started crawling into Edward’s lap, living on her own she missed the physical part of relationships, taking him by surprise. “Yes I think you’re my mate too.”

Edward gave her a shocked look, “How’d you know? You can’t read my mind”

Bella smiled and nuzzled his neck, damn he smelled good, “No but I can read your desires and you desired me as your mate. I’ve always wanted one, and now I think I have you. ”

“You do have me, and the rest of the family if you want. I know Esme desperately wants you to stay and Alice can’t have her new best friend leave”

“I’m not sure, I’m sure you’re my mate. It feels right, like how I just know what people want. But I don’t know about the rest of it”

He kissed her head and stroked her hair knowing from Esme how it soothed her, “What are you unsure about my beautiful Bella?”

“I…I’m always alone I’m not used to being in a coven, or even a functioning family. And the other vampires I’ve interacted with are mean, I have the scars to prove it.”

Edward couldn’t help himself he pushed the sleeve up on her left arm, and it showed scars similar to those of Jasper’s. Bite marks covered her arm and he could see the lines in which her hand had been reattached, and he found himself growling. She jumped out his lap, “I’d like to go back to the house now.” She had pulled her sleeve back down and her voice was small

“I wasn’t growling at you Bella, I hate that anyone hurt you.” Bella nodded but she still looked upset

“I’m not used to others yet Edward, I wasn’t ready to show you. They’re ugly, and I wasn’t even sure about telling you all about it.” Bella sighed, “But its important. I’ll tell you about it but I want-“ Bella sighed, “-I want Mom to be there and everyone else. I only want to have to relive it once.  ”

Edward nodded, “I’ll get them together, I’m sure Esme will be happy to hold you as will I as you tell us. Okay?”

“Okay”

--

Edward had gone back into the house first, Bella had wanted him to inform the rest what was going on. Everyone was so excited he had finally found his mate, though they were concerned about Bella’s scars. They all knew how Jasper had gotten his and worried she had faced similar circumstances.

Bella had sat herself down next to Esme, Esme’s hand going up to stroke her braided head.

“For the first year or so of my new life I lived as a nomad, and I had a new run-ins with some others who weren’t very kind. When I was about a week old I ran into this group of male vampires, and at that point I couldn’t control my gift at all. I knew what everyone, even animals, wanted all the time. The leader of their little coven, his name was Harvey, desired me.” She heard Edward growl beside her, and had to remind herself he was not growling at her. “His friends thought I was pretty too and started to talk to me, which was fine. But he grabbed me.” Bella pushed up her sleeve rubbing her wrist. “It was too hard he was trying to pull me into him but I resisted and he ended up with my hand while my arm remained.”

No one said anything worried Bella was loose her track.

“I grabbed my hand back and kicked him. Since I was still so young it hurt him and the rest of his gang started attacking me.  I blocked their bites with my arms.” Bella rolled up her other sleve. Both of her arms were covered in white scars of various bite marks.

“It happened again a four years later with a different group, they were tormenting me because I let slip I don’t like humans blood. I wouldn’t have gotten out if two other vampires hadn’t stepped in. They saved me. But now my arms look like this, I-I hate them, its why I always wear long sleeves.”

Alice nodded, “I saw that, I gave you a short sleeved shirt in a vision and you wouldn’t leave your room. All the shirts I have for you are long sleeves.”

Bella smiled gratefully, “I had a few other encounters with vampires a lot trying to mate me. It’s part of the reason why I started living in a house.”

Rosalie spoke, “Did anyone ever hurt you like that?”

Bella nodded, “One. I don’t remember much and he didn’t get too far with me, but he got my top off and my-my chest has some bite marks I like to forget”

Esme sighed, “Oh Bella sweetie I’m sorry you had to go through that all alone.”

Emmett nodded, “But we’ll be your family now Bells, you don’t have to worry about anyone messing with you.” Bella’s eyes pricked with tears as Jasper came to crouch in front of her as he grabbed a hand, sending her all the love of everyone in the room.

“And not today, but someday we can talk about our scars. It took me a while to be okay with showing them too. But they just show you’re a survivor Bella.” He kissed her head as venom started to flow freely down her face.

Carlisle came over as Edward moved out of the way, “You’re our daughter Bella, scars or not. We love you and we want you to stay. But only if you want to stay.”

Bella nodded mutely clutching Esme’s shirt in her hands as she curled up on Esme’s lap, it was too much.

Jasper spoke picking up on Bella’s erratic emotions, “Why don’t we watch that movie you like Emmett?”

Emmett went to grab it, “The year ban is off?” He asked hopefully

Carlisle nodded, “As long as you and Edward don’t try to impersonate The Justice League in the streets again it’s okay.”

Bella shut her eyes just listening and she started to doze off as Esme started to gently undo her braid, listening to her family talk around her.

Carlisle had his feet on her lap and Edward was in front of her, “The poor girl’s been through so much Esme” She heard Carlisle sigh, “And she was alone, for well practically forever.”

Bella heard Alice’s voice, “Well now she has us, and we won’t let anything happen to her.”

Bella stirred a little and she felt Carlisle pick her up and start to carry her to her room, Esme close behind. She clutched him tightly.

Carlisle spoke, “Esme’s going to help you get changed Bella. I love you and I’ll see you in the morning.” He kissed her head and Bella willed herself to hug him as he set her down

Esme had changed her into the pajama shirt again and got her into bed, laying beside her.  She made to leave after kissing Bella’s hair but Bella reached out for her new mom. “Please don’t go, the nightmares”

Esme laid back down letting Bella rest on her stomach as she hummed and stroked her hair. So glad that Bella was now safe with them.

[nerdyangeldetective]

There’s not enough Philip Altman fics in the world, can I request that reader and Philip used to be best friends when they were kids and they had a crush on each other but the reader moved, so now she’s back for his dads funeral and they fuck in a bathroom or something? 😂

I suck at smut. I’m sorry. 

"You promise?" asked the little girl while playing in the sand. "Yes! We'll get married together, I promise!"

The little boy clapped his hands, and they both laughed. How adorable were they? That's always what Hillary thought of them, these two cute kids of 6 years old where precious.

Ten years later.

"I can't believe it..." "Yeah, I know."

Y/N was smoking, hiding behind their school while skipping class. She didn't care anyway; she was moving out of town tomorrow, everything was read; but not her.

"So this is the last time we're hanging out?" "No. I asked my dad if I could see you during summer or anything, and he doesn't have a choice anyway," said Phillip, her best friend since they were born "Everyone will miss you, you know?"

Nodding, she sighed and put her finished cigarette away.

"I'll miss you too, Phillip."

Smiling, even if she was about to cry, she hugged Phillip tightly before she heard her phone rang: it was her dad. Time to leave.

It feels like yesterday, and yet, here she was, aged 28, dressed in all black on her way to Phillip's dad funeral. She hadn't heard of him in years, but a mail came in, announcing the sad news that Hillary's husband died, she was as crushed as everyone. She remembered her, Phillip and his sister playing with him on the beach when they used to take her with them because her parents were working. He was such a sweetheart and Phillip. God, he's probably feeling like shit, exactly like her.

She could see the cemetery and decided to park the car and quickly got out. As soon as she arrived, she greeted everyone except for Phillip. Where was he?

The funeral started, the priest giving his usual speech as she rubbed Hillary's shoulder, squeezing it sometimes when she heard her sob until a car engine could be heard along with some curses. Turning around, she couldn't help the sigh that was leaving her lips.

"Mom." said the tall man, hugging Hillary before his eyes landed on Y/N. "Y/N.," he said afterward, hugging her tightly.

It's been years since they last saw each other, they were probably around 18 or 19 but kept contact through messages sometimes.

"Phillip, I'm so sorry," she whispered in his ear as the priest kept talking.

He didn't answer and just sighed as his hand was resting on her lower back. She took the opportunity to check him out -yes, at a funeral, but she can't ignore the man he had become-.

Soon enough, it was over, and they all went to their family house. An hour later, she put her bags in a random room that Hillary indicated to her.

"So you're staying for a few days?" said a manly voice that made her lookup. "Of course, I'm not traveling this far to stay only for an afternoon, plus, it's been a while since we saw each other, right?"

Smiling to Phillip, Y/N was surprised when he hugged her so tightly that they fell on the bed, him on top of her.

"Do you think it's appropriate to just... fuck right now?"

Blushing, she giggled.

"You perv." "Not my fault if you're sexy in that little black dress." "C' mon, we were burying your dad an hour a-"

Phillip pressed his lips on hers, kissing her until they were out of breath. She could feel something hard pressing against her core already.

"... Well, okay, fine. But it's just because it's you, okay?" "Yes, ma'am!"

Phillip immediately undressed -and Y/N too-. It was going to be a quickie because literally, anyone could barge inside the room.

"Condom? where's that fucking condom?!" started to yell Phillip while he was making a mess, naked while searching for it in his bag. "Shhh! Don't be so loud. I don't want everyone to know we're fucking!"

They both looked at each other and laughed. Everyone knew they were fucking together without making it serious when they were younger.

"found it!" said a victorious Phillip, giving it to Y/N. "Was about time, I thought I would just use my hands."

Rolling her eyes to make him a bit mad, she ripped out the package and got on her knees in front of his hard cock that was happily twitching. Licking his whole length, she sucked him until he stopped her.

"On all four, now, I  need to fuck this pretty pussy."

Y/N obeyed, getting on all four on the bed, Phillip thrusting inside her a second later. She buried her face inside the mattress, trying not to moan but it was hard -god, he was so big!-

Phillip decided to slap her ass after a few minutes, remembering she loved it.

"You like this, you whore!?" "Yes! Yes fuck me, Phillip!" she answered, letting her moans fill the room, not caring anymore about his family downstairs.

Dirty talk was such a turn on for her, but as she felt her climax building, Phillip cursed.

"... Shit!" he said, panting and getting his cock out of her dripping pussy. "Fuck, I'm sorry." "No fucking way, you finish what you started!" she complained.

Phillip smirked and got rid of the used condom and lied her on the bed to get his face between her legs. His tongue focusing on her clitoris that was throbbing under it while he was fingering her with two of his huge curled fingers, she was a moaning mess.

"Fuck... yes, yes... It's close, oh my god, Phillip, don't you dare to stop!" she moaned, eyes closed, while she had a hand gripping his hair.

Her climax was building until she felt his tongue brush against her hard clit again: she exploded. Legs shaking, like her whole body, she smiled once her orgasm subsided and opened her eyes.

"Still a king at this, uh?" "Always." "Of course... Always the best pussy licker." she giggled, remembering one of his ex used to call him like this.

“Oh no, not this freaking name again.” 

They both laughed and dressed again, ready to see what would happen next.

[snarkyperson]

breathe the dream within

Everyone (except Vel) thought I was crazy to get a third cat.  My mom called me irresponsible.  She especially thinks it’s stupid to go all the way to Connecticut for a cat.  I have tried multiple times to explain that through Kitten Academy, we get to learn about a kitten’s personality in a way you can’t by just walking into a shelter for 30 minutes.  I watched Twiddle (now Thatcher) be born.  I have watched him every day for three months.  I knew what kind of cat I wanted and I knew what kind of cat Thatcher was.

I am changing medications due to an insurance issue.  I was on Latuda and Trintillex and I had to stop both abruptly because my insurance wouldn’t cover them.  My psychiatrist put me on lithium instead and he swears this will solve all my problems.  This started just over two weeks ago, and once I stopped taking Latuda and Trintillex I had a huge crash.  It was worst about three days before I was set to leave for Connecticut.  I felt so terrible that I almost called the whole thing off.  I was a ball of anxiety - what if I crashed on the drive?  What if Thatcher doesn’t like me?  What if the boys hate him?  On and on and on, until my roommate was ready to strangle me.  But I couldn’t shut it off.  I wasn’t sleeping because my mind was spinning and I felt so depressed that I was sure I wouldn’t be able to pull it together to actually go pick Thatcher up.

In the end I went.  I slept about three hours the night before leaving and woke up an hour later than I had planned, so the trip already seemed doomed.  But I went.  I drove straight through to get there, about 8 hours.  I had to drive through New York City which was a harrowing ordeal, especially done at rush hour.  But I finally made it to Shelton, CT and my very nice hotel room.  I ordered some food, tried to calm my nerves, and tried to sleep.

I was scheduled to be at Kitten Academy at noon.  I fussed over my appearance for about half an hour, knowing I would be on camera for hundreds of people to see.  Literally hundreds.  The average live stream has about 500 viewers, but it always goes up during an adoption.  Luckily since I had been to KA before (when they were outside Chicago) I wasn’t overly nervous to meet Mr. A again.  He was very nice, as he always is, and let me see the Tinypants (so small!  so cute!!) and all the faculty we could find.  Ari absolutely loved me this time.  He rolled around on my paperwork and sat on the carrier like he wanted to come with me and let me pet him endlessly.  What a sweetheart, and my new favorite faculty member (sorry Eddie).

Then it was time to meet Thatcher.  The moment of truth.  Would he run from me?  Hide?  Hiss?  He didn’t do any of those things.  He was very cautious, of course, but he let me pet him and he sniffed at me a bit.  And then, like no time had passed at all, it was time to go.  I felt very bad for Mr. A; judging by how much he snuggled and smooched Thatcher before we left, I could tell he would miss him a lot.  

We only drove about 3.5 hours the first day, stopping in Philadelphia.  Thatcher cried for about the first half hour, then he calmed down and slept.  When we got to the hotel, he sniffed around and then went back in the carrier.  He wouldn’t eat, drink, or use the litter box, and I was scared but I didn’t push him.  Eventually he did come out of the carrier, and that was when my heart melted.  I was sitting on the foot of the bed, giving updates on the KA discord about the trip, and Thatcher jumped up on the bed with me.  He let me pet him for a bit, and then I went back to my phone.  Then he stretched up with his paws on my shoulder and nose bumped me.  From that moment I knew I was lost.  

It only got better.  We played (I brought da bee just for him, and he loved it) and I learned he likes to play fetch with his little flat beaver and likes to make a nest of toys on the bed.  Then, when I was lying down, he came and snuggled up right against me, pressed against my side under my arm.  He slept with me all night, pressed against me.  It reminded me of when I went to pick up Wain and Haby and that night they slept curled up next to me even though I was convinced they would ignore me all night.

The next day, I dallied around for a while in bed because Thatcher was snuggling with me and I was worried that when we got home, the spell would be broken.  But eventually we had to leave for our 4.5 hour remaining drive.  Luckily we had no problems.  When we got home, I set the carrier on the floor for Wain and Haby to sniff.  All three seemed interested but not aggressive, which I took as a good sign.  I did eventually let Thatcher out (only for about 10 minutes).  He and Wain bonded instantly; he rubbed up all over Wain, Wain sniffed his butt a lot, and they were instantly friends.  Haby, though, was a lot more reticent.  After a little bit, I put Thatcher in my room and left Wain and Haby out in the living room.  

That night, I was convinced Thatcher was going to ignore me in favor of all the cool stuff (like the cat tree) I have in my room that the hotel didn’t have.  But he surprised me; he came up on the bed, snuggled up with me, went to sleep, and slept with me all night again.  I was convinced it was too good to be true, but there it was.

The next day, I let Thatcher out of my room again so he could integrate with the boys.  Haby wasn’t having it; he was all hisses and mad.  Wain was happy to have a new friend, and Thatcher was excited to have some new cats to play with.  I watched them all day and they didn’t fight.  They did play a lot (except Haby, mostly), and ridiculously, I found myself jealous of Wain and Haby because Thatcher was so excited to be with them and seemed to forget all about me.  I knew, then, that the dream was over.  But I comforted myself with the fact that he was a happy kitten, and tried to go about my business.  I laid on my bed and watched some YouTube videos.  About halfway through my first one, Thatcher jumped up on the bed and meowed at me to pet him.  I did, and he settled down and went to sleep cuddled up with me again.  I was shocked and delighted and, a little bit, hopeful.  He slept with me that night again.

That brings us to today.  I have had them all together all day with no problems, and despite being tackled multiple times, Haby only hissed twice.  Tonight I am going to be brave and have them all in my room together, hoping that if anyone fights it will wake me up so I can break it up.  Again Thatcher was overjoyed to play with the boys, and again I thought to myself, “This is it, this is where he starts ignoring me.”  But just like yesterday, he did come up and snuggle with me and go to sleep.  

This all has got me thinking.  Wain and Haby are independent cats, and have only gotten more independent as they have gotten older.  They both used to snuggle a lot more when I first got them, and that is why I keep worrying that Thatcher is going to stop snuggling with me.  But I wonder, was that my fault?  I got them two weeks after Boris died, and as happy as I was to adopt them, I was still deep in grief about Boris.  The following weeks were hard.  I tried to bond with them by playing and petting and treats and all the things you’re supposed to do, but I found myself getting resentful because they weren’t Boris and they didn’t do Boris things.  So I wonder, did I unintentionally, and unknowingly, push them away?  Is that why they are so aloof from me?  It might be my fault they are not the snugglers I wanted.  I don’t know.

Regardless, Thatcher is a snuggler.  Hopefully he will continue to be; I am certainly encouraging it.  And having a cat come to me, ask me for attention, snuggle with me, choose ME, makes my heart so full.  And I realized this morning that I don’t feel sad right now, and for the first time since Boris died, I don’t feel empty.  “Pets are therapy,” my psychiatrist said.  I didn’t realize how right he was.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #197

“she wraps those hands around that pole, she licks those lips and off we go, she takes it off nice and slow ‘cuz that’s porn star dancin’.”

Do you wear something on your left hand/wrist/arm without fail? I have a ring on my left thumb. What is the latest you’ve stayed up for? Why? Oh idk, if you mean staying up waiting for something in particular and not just staying up all night for the hell of it. I think WoW's Warlords of Draenor expansion launch was the latest; it was sometime at night, between midnight and 3 A.M., and. Between me, Jason, Amanda, and Jacob, I by far stayed up the latest and pretty much died that day asleep. What is an article of clothing you would never ever wear? Rompers are just a no for me. What is something you lie to yourself about? I don't really do that anymore. If I know the truth deep down, lying would do me no good. Do you enjoy solving problems? NO. All problems do is stress me out. Are you more books smart, street smart, or random trivia smart? Oh, totally trivia. GMM taught me the most pointless shit. Are you a kinesthetic, an auditory or a visual learner? Kinesthetic. Would you ever take part in a TV quiz show? If so, which one? If not, why? No; I don't want my ugly ass on TV, the stress would murder me, plus I'd be really nervous and awkward. Does it take a lot for you to cry, or does it happen easily? It is VERY easy to make me cry. Do you have two of the same pair of pants? I believe I do. Who gives the best advice? Sara. She neeeeeds to do something in the psychological field. Do you have a lot of pictures of you and your friends? Old ones. I pretty much never take any now because 1.) I hate my face and 2.) what friends? What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Truly and entirely letting Jason go. Who do you usually see in your dreams? Sara, my parents, sisters, and my theory is the lingering effects of PTSD keep Jason as a pretty regular fixture. HA HA OH YEAH MARK IS ALSO IN THEM SOMETIMES. Generally though, I don't remember my dreams. When was the last time you cleaned out a bathtub? Literally never. Never been a chore. Would you rather read poetry or write poetry? Write. Have you ever had any really infected injuries? Not really infected, I think. That cyst was, but that's not really an "injury." Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? No. Have you ever cussed/swore in front of younger children? If so, did they eventually imitate what you said? I'm sure I have with legit babies, but even then, I would try avoiding it. Now, I'm super careful around any aged child, and no. Do you have any friends that you almost always joke around with? Alex and Chelsea. Serious moments are almost non-existent, especially with Alex. Have you learned any new words today? No. If your hair never got greasy again, would you still wash it? Well yeah, it would still get dirty. When was the last time you played jump rope? Not since being a young teen... Talk about your first love. I think everyone in my online circle knows the story. High school sweethearts, strong and steady relationship that pretty much everyone thought was permanent, but ended very abruptly. Know now that it's for the better it ended; who the hell knows, maybe I'd still be an extremely depressed and hopeless mess. What’s the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard in your opinion? "The Two Trees" and "Dante's Prayer," both by Loreena McKennitt, are unreal. "Obstacles" by Syd Matters? Goosebumps every single time. Okay really I could go on forever. What kind of self care is your favorite to do? I get the most satisfaction out of skin care. Are you affectionate? With s/os. I'm a hugger if I know you well enough. Who do you look up to? Mark, Steve Irwin, I look up to some parts of Otep Shamaya despite her mostly being a bitch, Sara, and there's so many more, but I'm blanking atm. Do you do art? Using what (pencil, watercolor, etc)? Usually a mechanical and colored pencils. Do you dance? What style of dance? Not anymore. Favorite old film? A lot. But probably Johnny Got His Gun. What weather is the most beautiful, in your opinion? Snowy. Do you have a lucky number? No. Have you ever wished on a star? What about on a fallen eyelash? No. What’s the most beautiful thing in life, In your opinion? People coming together for good, despite any differences or grudges. What instrumental sound is your favorite? Violin, electric guitar, or piano. What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you? Ohhhh idk. "Wolf In Sheep's Clothing" is high on the list, thanks Sara. Favorite shoe you own? Some converse with a skull design. Do you know any German words? Yeah, but I've forgotten quite a lot. Four semesters of German have definitely faded a bit. Do you have a passport? No. Do you say any words that are pretty specific to your area? Well, "y'all' for one. There's definitely sayings, though I'm not gonna sit here trying to remember 'em considering I don't use much, if any. Do you know anyone who everyone thinks is gay, but is not out? No. Vegetables: better raw or cooked? Are there any raw veggies I like??? Have you ever smoked? No. Would you mind dating someone significantly shorter than you? I've said it before and I'll say it again: I have a significantly negative opinion of you if h e i g h t fucking matters to you. Can you quote the movie Mean Girls? All I know off the top of my head is I think "On Wednesdays, we wear pink" or something like that. Do you live in the state you were born in? Yeah. Do your parents smoke? Dad does. Do you know anyone who has a ton of real fur clothes? No; at least I fucking hope not. If Britney Spears came to your town, would you go see her concert? In the hypothetical case of it being free, sure thing. I wouldn't actually go out of my way buying tickets. Have you ever worn a pair of leather (fake or real) pants? No. If the last person you kissed asked you to marry them, what would you do? She wouldn't ask that anytime soon. I'd only be comfortable being engaged if we were settled somewhere and the relationship was in a perfectly healthy place. When you believe in the Easter Bunny, what did you think it looked like? I don't remember. What about the tooth fairy? I think I imagined something like Tinker Bell? Do you/did you have a religion class in school? No. If your best friend got cancer, would you shave your head with them? If she was truly self-conscious of it, I probably would. Name someone you know who is Buddhist. No one, I think. Does your mom wear makeup? Very little for only special occasions. Do you kiss your boyfriends/girlfriends in front of your parents? Yes. Have you ever spent Christmas alone? No, thank Christ. Have you ever spent your birthday alone? Not all day or anything. Does your favorite uncle have any children? I only know one of my uncles well enough to have a confident opinion on him, but anyway, yes. Has anyone ever kissed you when you were so not expecting it? Possibly? Was it a good surprise kiss? Or bad? See above; I'm not sure if I was ever totally taken by surprise. Name all the members (first, middle and last names) from your favorite band. Man, I used to know this shit 100%, but I only know now Ozzy himself. Do you still have any Pokemon cards? I don't believe so. What would you do if your favorite artist came to town but your parents wouldn’t let you go? i'm???????? about to be 23????????? Do you know anyone who refuses to swear? Probably. Not anybody I know well. Have you ever heard a young child swear? Yes. Have you ever heard your grandparents swear? My grandma, yeah. But she does so seldom. What do you see when you turn your head to the right? My closet. The creepiest, most disgusting insect in the world is: Hissing cockroaches omfg no. What is your opinion on sex without emotional commitment? No. Where’s the best place to eat a romantic dinner? Olive Garden is the answer to everything. What will you dress up as for Halloween? Idk, but I reeeaaally wanna do something this year. Have you ever been in a lighthouse? No. Do you ever make your own surveys? Not exactly; I only combine them and usually delete the "no shit," boring, overused, or incredibly specific questions, like, "does the # 79 mean anything to you." What color is your shower? White. When is the last time you had a serious talk with someone? Yesterday about Bentley. I think Mom finally sees we need to get rid of him. How often do you take naps? Sometimes every day, every other, or just sporadically that week. I generally function better and am in a better mood with an afternoon nap. I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but when do you go back to school? Who the fuck even knows with my piece of shit past school. I was planning to this month. Do you find that you have a certain meal you eat every time you go to certain restaurants? In like... *every* restaurant. I don't want to order something I wind up hating. Have you ever had anything stolen from you? Maybe? When was the last time the power went out at your house and how long was it out for? Not too long ago I believe thanks to the wind. Just briefly. Ever had to get any stitches? Twice. How many times a year do you go out of state? Usually not even once a year, though now with Sara, it'll probably become a regular pattern of twice or so. About how many times during the night do you wake up from your sleep? Always, always, at least once. What kind of surveys do you wish there were more of? The deep, philosophical ones. When are you getting your next new phone? Ugh, probably not soon, though I need one desperately. Are you due for a haircut? No, got that done yesterday. Are you dealing with any health-related problems right now? Mental, we already know, but I've got some physical too currently. Do your parents like the music you listen to? Some of it, but I know Mom's not into the heavier stuff I like, and usually not the more indie stuff I'm into it. Do your parents approve of your beliefs? Dad, I don't think we agree on most, and Mom, she does some, while not others. She'd probably punch me if she learned I'm pro-choice now. Do you know anyone who’s racist? Very. What about a homophobe? Welcome to good 'ole North Carolina, my friend. What about a pedophile? They wouldn't be alive if I knew a pedophile. Who’s the most annoying person in your neighborhood? I dunno who, but there's one person on our street that has loud music playing almost constantly, even at night. You can't hear it indoors and it's not blaring outside, but I find it disrespectful to the few people who live here, especially at night. And mind you, the music sometimes isn't friendly to be playing where all of us can hear it. Name one of your psycho exes? No one. Why were they a psycho ex? N/A What’s the best revenge you ever got on someone? I don't see it as bitter "revenge" anymore, but it's chuckle-worthy every now and again to remember he broke up with me due to depression, and now I beat that shit and am working hard to stand on my own. How often do you shop at dollar stores? Only for candy for like, going to the movie theater. What’s your favorite part of a song? Usually riffs, choruses, or bridges... or guitar solos... lol idk it just depends on the song. I'd say maybe bridges the most. In school, do you/did you work better by yourself or in a group? BY MYSELF. When is the last time you ordered from a catalog? I personally never have. What’s the name of the gas station you last stopped at? Idr, it wasn't one we normally stop at 'cuz we were out of town. Is there a piece of jewelry that holds any sentimental value to you? Yeah. What was the first song you heard today? I think I listened to "Kreuzfeuer" by Powerwolf. What was the last video you watched on YouTube? Jonathan Young's cover of "Riot" by 3DG. Someone sign this man, please. Could you design an whole web page yourself? Ha, no. That stuff confuses the shit outta me. Have you ever cooked an entire dinner for your family? No. Who do you tend to get in fights with the most? My mom. Can you say today’s date in a different language? Took me a moment, but in German, yes. Does it bother you if the shower nozzle thing isn’t straight? Yes. Ours won't stay straight for anything. What is the reason you keep waking up every day? Do you have someone or something you particularly live for? Who or what is your inspiration? I want to build a future I'm proud of and enjoy each day more than ever. My history is my inspiration in the sense it's shown me what "low" truly can be and that I can climb out of that hole and to the top of the mountain one day. How would you spend your last night on earth? Would you be by yourself or with friends? Would you do something you never had the courage to do before? I'd want to be with all my loved ones that day, but just with Sara that night. I would tell her how much I love her through all words and actions I possibly could, and if that included something I hadn't had the courage for previously, yes. Do you honestly believe that your relationship (or a future relationship, if you don’t currently have one) will last until the end? How far would you be willing to go for that person? I genuinely think it will, very sincerely. I'd do a hell of a lot for her, but I'm smart enough now to know there has to be a limit. What do you think is the one thing about you that catches everyone’s attention? Are you naturally loud? Or do you make sure you have an eye-catching appearance? I'm very quiet. How would you show someone you loved them, without outright saying, “I love you?” How would you show it through actions? I mean, there's a whole lot you could do. I think the best way is just doing little things that show love. Go make that person their morning coffee, that kinda stuff. What would you do if someone cheated on you? Has that ever happened? Have you cheated on anyone? It's over; no; no. Are you outgoing or shy? I'm shy as hell. Who are you looking forward to seeing? Sara on the 4th. Are you easy to get along with? I think. What kind of people are you attracted to? The unorthodox but friendly ones. The "weirdos," so long it's not in a like, creepy way. People who are very open-minded. Do you still talk to your first crush? No. Do you like bubble baths? I don’t take baths. What are your bad habits? Procrastinating more than anything else, I peel my nails instead of trimming them oops, I weigh myself every single day, I jump to conclusions and catastrophize, I drink soda regularly, I'm very impulsive when incredibly upset, uh... HOW AM I BLANKING HERE ALREADY?????????????????? I have so many. Where would you like to travel? South Africa for the KMP, Tanzania for the Serengeti, Scotland, Japan, Germany, Canada would be cool... man, so many places. Favorite part of your daily routine? Mark video. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My stomach. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Idc. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? No, but then again I've been the one broken up with only once. What do you say during awkward silences? Feel like puking and disappearing both. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? No. Ever won a competition? For what? Yeah. 4th/5th grade D.A.R.E. report, some online one for two rare Silent Hill: Revelation pieces, my clogging class when I was in high school won some high rank at a competition, and I believe I've won in one or two other writing things? Been suspended/expelled? For what? No. Been arrested? For what? No. Craving something? What? I have a mad craving for Hardee's chicken tenders, good Lord. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? A stuffed snake from Sara named Plum. :') How many stuffed animals do you think you have? I could not even TRY to guess. I was obsessed with stuffed animals as a kid (I even got teased now and again for occasionally bringing one to elementary school), and so many I have hold deep sentimental value. They're stored in bags in the attic. They're probably gonna end up going to my nieces and nephew, or by if some miraculous change of heart, I want kids. Favorite character from Mean Girls? I couldn't name a single one. Favorite character from Finding Nemo? Dory, always. I was obsessed. OBSESSED. With Dory. I'm not kidding when I say I wanted to change my real name to Dory. Now in adulthood, Gill is high on my list too, probably #2. In a fight with someone? No. Do you tan a lot? Never. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes. I want to legitimately ride one one day, not just at a carnival and such. Are you a vegetarian? I wish, but the juncture I was is over. I had to stop for nutrition's sake as well as easier weight loss. After you truly look into the process of killing the animal... it's nauseating, even with the "humane" methods, which are not exactly so. No, I do not shame meat-eaters; we're omnivores and our diet is designed to include meat. It's just I personally wish I wasn't participating in that process by consuming what has been killed so gruesomely. What goal are you aiming for this year? Improving my mental health further is #1. I at the very least want to make considerable progress on my anxiety. Are you currently reading any books at the moment? Not really. I'm like a few pages into The Fault In Our Stars, but I'm not reading it anywhere near regularly. Would you own a Siamese cat? The cat I have now appears to have Siamese heritage! I love the breed, so obviously yes. Have you ever had an ultimate adrenaline rush? Maybe? Idk. Do you like deviled eggs? I absolutely, positively loathe them. I hate yolk. What’s the farthest you’ve walked? Hm, I dunno. Maybe through Disney World as a kid or a trip to the zoo? What is your favorite horror movie? I like both The Blair Witch Projects. Have you ever seen a rooster? Yeah. When are you likely to hide your emotions? When I'm jealous, probably. Which is scarier: Dying of thirst or of starvation? I mean I don't know how either would feel, but probably thirst? I feel like it would be quicker. When you turn on the TV, what channel do you flip to? I don't watch TV. Have you ever tried to help someone quit smoking? I've told Dad especially and Chelsea I wish they'd quit, usually indirectly to avoid feeling mean or rude. I'm 99% convinced it's gonna be lung cancer that kills my dad, and Chels does it way too much, especially with her age. What was the last comment someone made on your music taste? Mom pointed out how I can jump to heavy metal to some random indie stuff in the blink of an eye. Have you ever had to talk anyone out of suicide? I've tried. One in particular was a very close online friend, but I'm pretty sure she went through with it. Who in your family do you act like the most? Mom, I guess? What was the last topic that you ranted about? RANTS WITH SARA ARE THE FUCKING BEST. Probably her, but idr what. Is there someone that makes you feel like you’re walking on eggshells? Not anymore. Have you ever been in a physical fight on school grounds? No. Have you written anything in a bathroom stall? What, if anything? No. Was there ever a time when you wished you’d never been born? Yup. Who is the most sensitive person that you know? Uh, me. Have you ever had a tooth (or teeth) pulled? No. You can have one famous person’s wardrobe; who do you choose, and why? Suzy Hanson is an i c o n. When was the last time you wrote someone a note? Oh idk. It may have been the end of '17 when I sent Jason that final/closure letter. Do you tell your parents before you go somewhere, or just leave? I tell Mom. What was the last thing you tried to get out of doing? Hm. I dunno. If someone makes fun of you, are you able to laugh it off? NOPE. HI AVPD I SEE YOU. When was the last time that you watched the sun come up? Not since that time my sis, her best friend, and I stayed up all night. We went on like two walks and went swimming; my mother woke up very confused lmao. Have you ever (purposely or accidentally) played with someone’s heart? Not to my recollection. Has anyone ever played with yours? I don't believe he did so deliberately as some game. When was the last time someone told you to turn your music down? During a car ride with my mom at some point. I always control the music and yeah, it's a bit too loud sometimes. Are you one to spend a lot of time in the bathroom? No. How many times a day, on average, do you look at the time? I dunno, frequently? It's not as if I'm ever away from the laptop long, and a clock's right there. Do you like the smell of cinnamon? Omg yes. Do you like frogs? Yeah! Are you afraid of dying? Not really. The older I've gotten the more I've become comfortable with it just being a part of life. I sure don't want death to come prematurely, but I still don't really worry about what's after death. I'm fearful of the process, but not it itself. Do you consider yourself politically intelligent? NO. I'm clueless. Hence why I'm neutral on a lot. Do you like pixie sticks? Ye. Do you like French toast? I would die for the perfect French toast probably. Are you good at doing math in your head? No; I can't do even simple math up there. Do you know a lot about history? Definitely not. Name a TV show that you absolutely can’t stand. Rooster Teeth was the first to come to mind. Do you look like your age? I guess. The past two times I've had alcohol at a restaurant I wasn't carded... though that makes me fear I look even older. x_x Do you feel confident in a bathing suit? Fuck no. Have you ever had a concussion? Once. Sucked major dick. Do you like hot tubs? For a little bit. Do you know anyone who is battling cancer? Not currently, at least I think. Have you ever donated money to a charity? Yeah. Do you like the color lime green? Sure. Do you wish you could change something about your hair? Can I dye it already please????? Have you ever gotten a makeover? No. Do you think the minions from Despicable Me are cute? They annoy the fuck outta me. Did you have a Gameboy as a child? Yes; still have it, actually. Have you ever auditioned for a talent competition? No. Do you like the Silent Hill movies? Seeing this question made me so happy asjfjfweowq. The first is good, though I had some complaints about the altering of the plot. I warmed up to it quite a bit with time, though; I was just biased towards the game, which I still do like more. The second is... objectively trash as a plot, all the hell over the place. I think the entire fandom agrees with that. The only things I really enjoyed about it were of course Red Pyramid/Pyramid Head and the carousel scene with Dark Alessa. Tell me something you’ve been made fun of for in the past. I'm always on some type of technology. I fucking hate it. Do you support war? I'm a pacifist. Guess. Do you send messages on Facebook a lot? Nope; if I do it's only ever to Girt, really. Do you use the word “hello” daily? No. Who’s the biggest hugger you know? Idk. Where did you get your worst scar from? I can't see it, but I'm assuming the one from my surgery. Do you like Coco Pebbles the cereal? I used to find them okay, but haven't had 'em in years. Do you stick your tongue out often in pictures? No. Honestly have you ever purchased something, wore it, and then returned it? Maybe? I don't think so, though... I'd feel too bad. At least me now would. Which one of your family members are you closest to? My mom. If chocolate was an illegal drug - would you be a drug addict? I assume you mean it became illegal just the way is/with no new risks to it? In that case, I wouldn't be an addict or go out of my way to get it, but if there was a piece of chocolate easily available to me, yeah, I'd eat it. Would you rather have name brand shoes or name brand clothes? Shoes, because they're obvs. gonna be of better quality and I care about walking comfortably more that "fancy" clothes. Which is worse: onion breath or garlic breath? Oh idk, both are. Ew. When was the last time you got a shot? When I was at the dentist a few months back and they had to fill a cavity, thus I had numbing shots. They had to give me way more than usual, though, which I thought was odd. I just wasn't getting numb enough until like, 6+ in. Are you proud of your parents? I'm very proud of how Dad has developed as a person, and I have immense respect for my mom for how she works her ASS off to keep her kids safe, healthy, and well-provided for. I could never do all she does. Do you say “soda” or “pop”? "Soda." Are you shy about singing in front of people? YES. Which is better: orange or grape soda? Orange; not a fan of grape soda. Who was the last person in your house who isn’t family? Good question.

[anapologethicc]

hiiiiiii love !!! sorry yesterday's message was sent a bit later had a busy mid afternoon but hopefully you'll get this one ok <3 (also very happy you're enjoying these!!) ahhhhh i had a feeling you'd like the anonymity (<- is that a word lol) of this all!! so thank you for not minding me staying anon for the time being xx

oh i knew you were a leo and love that, leos are truthfully one of my favorite signs !! (and yes unfortunately you do know my sign hehe) also your teaching career, ive seen your posts every now and then about teaching and your thoughts on it (and can i just say you're going to be a great teacher? also i know five yearsis a lot but you totally got this ok?) OMG YOU USED TO TAP DANCE???? I LOVE THAT !!!!!!! that's so cool and unique !!!! have you thought of maybe doing it again once uni workload isn't a lot?

ok ummm im trying to think of what i can tell you about me that is something i haven't posted about before... oh i know idk if it's interesting or not but since i was born and until my mid teen years i moved a lot (cant say where though (: ) and umm sorry idk why i can't think of other things but since you mentioned you did tap dancing, growing up i did so many different sports cause i couldn't commit to one for more than two years more or less (ive done swimming, gymnastic arts, dance, cheerleading, soccer football basketball and tennis)

i love you dearly💕 hope you're having a great weekend!! i'm sending you my biggest hug and all my kisses xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

hihi sweetheart <33 omg no dw abt it! i just missed u a teeny bit hehe. i'm literally enjoying this so much. and i think anonymity is a word. for a second even i was like wait...is it?? ahahha. (i swear i haven't shut up about how sweet you are and how wonderful i feel to anyone who will listen)

once again. response under the cut. because as usual i went off on multiple tangents but enjoy my lil story timeee babe <333

ughh okayy those were thing you alrdy knew about me. i do feel like i talk a lot about my life on here ahaha. (also omg ty for that!! i feel so nervous at times. where i'm like can i really do this or am i just screwing with myself. but THANK YOU SM MY LOVE!!!) AND YEAH I USED TO TAP!!! so much fun. and i wanna do it again sometime but like i don't really talk to the girls who i used to tap with anymore and stuff. so it's kinda bleh to do it alone. but maybe one dayy :)))

ouuuu so much travelling!! did you like moving around a lot? and do you like where you are currently? i swear i'm trying to keep my questions as vague as possible and you don't have to answer if you don't wanna obvs. dw abt it :)) ayeee you did so many sportsss!! ohmygod. also i've done swimming before. quit within a year. you'll see i have a long list of things i've quit. BUT ALSO GYMNASTICS. that was one thing i always wanted to try but never got to unfortunately. how was that experience?? also oof. sports. i stayed away from sports. i did get recruited for athletics and volleyball once upon a time. but i chose drama and dance over that. so you can see where my priorities and interests lie.

also fun fact! i've never played a female role in any of the dramas i've been in!!! like literally never. should've had hindsight and seen i'd turn out to be a non-binary lesbian but meh. ok so. when i was in like 5th grade. we did this french play in class (i've done french since i was 7. so for about 12 years. also a fun fact abt me) but it was about how this princess rejects all the princes because they're bad and she chooses the gentle prince at the end. and what happened was that none of the girls wanted to play the prince character cause we didn't have enough boys. so i volunteered to play a prince. i know i know. very generous of me. and that's how my long line of non-female roles started. so in high school. we did midsommar night's dream this once and i played one of the little henchmen gremlin type things. and then we did a short narnia play where i played Edmund. that was one role i quite enjoyed playing. and then we did this one other play about like pirates and stuff. and i ended up playing the role of a little boy. once again. who's pants get torn in one of the scenes. fun times those were. also both of those times i played a main character and both of those times we won first place in the drama competition!!!!

and dance ohgod. dance was like my little pocket of joy in a dreadful high school life. in our school you had to join at least one extra curricular and i picked dance till my very last year. and it was so much fun. we used to have classes every saturday morning. and i used to be the first one to arrive to class. my parents were like hell bent on getting me to quit because they wanted me to focus on studying. but it was the one thing i was stubborn about. eventually when i was in like 11th grade. my parents told me to quit. and on multiple occasions i've sneaked out early on saturday mornings before anyone was up to attend dance classes. that's how much i loved it. and cause i live in hong kong. my music teacher found bollywood songs and dance so interesting so me and my best friend used to have a dance duo. and we used to choreograph and perform all by ourselves. so much fun.

but ever since i've gotten to uni i haven't had the chance to do either. might have chance to do drama again (fingers crossed. heard some talks about the drama club at campus and things. so maybeee!!) and the dance. hais. i've only ever performed in groups or in duos. and every since uni began me and my best friend kinda drifted apart and i'm a codependent piece of shit on stage. so haven't properly dance in a while either. but hopefully will get back into both of those things soon!!!

also i'm just now realizing how much i've gone off about myself. but i hope you enjoyed reading it all!! you can ask me stuff if you want. clearly i love to go on about myself lmaoo.

also can i just once again say how much i adore you for sending me these asks everyday and being my valentine <33 (also literally me being all blushy and giggly because i've never had a valentine before) because i love and appreciate you so much for making me smile everyday!!! you are an angel and an absolute sweetheart my love <333 you deserve everything warm and lovely and wonderful in this world <3333

i love you. and here's another kissy for you <3 i hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are!! you deserve the world and everything more for giving me these little moments of joy <33333

(also if i think you are who you are. i think i might've had/have a mini crush on you just based on our interactions and your vibe <33 and also was terrified of interacting with you when we first became mutuals. and if you're not i really do look forward to getting to know you mwa mwa. you don't have to respond to this. just me doing my guessing.)

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Daddy keeps away bad things; Bucky Barnes x reader x oc child reader

This came from one of my fav. blogs here on tumblr @bucky-plums-barnes she runs theme days and one on of the prompts that she was sent in by an anon it just struck me and I had to write it out. I had gotten their full permission and in about an hr. of writing this was born.  The idea for the prompt goes to the anon and I DO have that prompt saved underneath my likes so if you want to see the full prompt, go under my likes link and scroll through it till you find it, you won’t be able to miss it. Also @bucky-plums-barnes I also kinda remembered as I was writing the last part of the story on how I ended it like you did to one of your daddy drabbles I hope that’s okay, it just felt so right to write it as I did and I just realized now it’s like how you wrote one of your daddy drabbles, if it’s not tell me and I’ll find someway to change it.

Translations come from Google, if they are wrong PLEASE let me know.

WARNING: BUCKY FEELS!! FLUFFINESS!!! Slight smut around the middle, Sam-Bucky rivalry, DADDY!BUCKY, above anything else just major major MAJOR feels and teeth-rotting fluff. 

Taglist:

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I walked through the door after yet another long mission, I swear if I have to write another mission report, I’m just gonna scream.  But as I walked in and began to just throw my shoes into our shoe bucket, my ears caught the sound of the most precious thing in the world.  As I walked closer I soon found a very familiar sight.

My daughter Grace and Sam together in the middle of the living room.  Sam had a frilly pink boa wrapped around his neck and a fake diamond tiara sitting at the top of his head.  In his hand he held one of my daughter’s teacups sipping fake tea.

“More tea Lady Nesbit?” Grace asked.

“Why yes I would absolutely love another spot of tea Princess Grace” Sam spoke in an awful British accent.

“Oh I do hope I’m not intruding on Lady Nesbit’s and Princess Grace’s tea party again”.  Grace and Sam turned around and Grace called out.

“Mommy!” She ran up to me and I picked her up and kissed all over her face.

Bucky and I had known each other for….oh god a long time, we actually met through Sam surprisingly. I had been friends with Sam since childhood, we even were stationed together in the same para-rescue unit.  I helped Sam with the Hydra intrusion into SHIELD back in DC and ever since then the two of us became honorary Avengers, my name was known as “Lady Eagle”.

Anyway fast forward a few years later, Sam introduced me to Bucky Barnes and suddenly a spark happened between us.  We were friends for about a year and a half before I asked him out and then after going out for coffee, he kissed me and ever since then things changed between us. We married a year later and now four years later, we now have our little bundle of joy, Grace Rebecca Barnes.

Ever since day one, Grace had all the Avengers wrapped around her little finger but the one she seemed to favor most was her Uncle Sam.  She always wanted to be near him or to go visit him, even if the two of us went shopping while Bucky was away, she’d always want to come with us.  They did everything together, the watch movies together, the play together, go to the park together, do tea parties (which I catch them more times than Sam cares to admit but I have video and photographic evidence that says otherwise).

Yeah our little Grace was definitely a Falcon fan, I turned to Sam and told him.

“Thanks again for watching her on such short notice Sam”.

“Yeah anything for my favorite godchild and partner in crime” Sam boasted as he ruffled Grace’s hair.

“Must you weally go Uwcle Sam?” Grace asked with that cute little pout of hers that could stop an entire army of soldiers.

“Sadly I do kiddo, because now your mommy and daddy are back. But I promise our ice cream date for this Saturday is still up, think you can wait till then?” At the mention of ice cream Grace perked up and nodded enthusiastically.  “Atta girl”.

“So how much is it this time Birdbrain?” Bucky soon asked as he came shortly after me since he had to stay behind back at Headquarters to deliver our mission report.

“Hey I never put a price tag on family, this one’s on me especially at short notice. But if you’d allow me to beat you in the next training session we have, I’ll take that as your payment”.

“In your dreams. So chill out Icarus before you fly into a window”.

“Alright boys, child present no fighting please”. I stepped in before these guys’ testosterone would allow them to literally rumble here in the living room.  After Sam left, Bucky and I got ourselves situated and ready for bed since it was pretty dark out.

I tucked Grace in and kissed her goodnight and when I got back to my bedroom I saw Bucky laying against the headrest of the bed with his sulking face on.  I sighed and walked up to him and stroked his scruffy looking face and said.

“What’s going through your mind my love?”

“Does Grace even love me?” I looked at him shocked and said to him.

“Of course she does why would you even doubt a thing like that?”

“She always wants to spend her time with Sam, never with me. I try to do some of the stuff she does with Sam but she either runs the other way or asks me if Sam will be joining us” Bucky sighed heavily then finished, “Maybe I wasn’t meant to be a father if my own daughter hates me”.  I looked at him heartbroken.

I knew that with Grace always wanting to be with Sam, I had noticed that Bucky was always so broken-hearted at the fact that Grace never seemed to want to be with her father. I sat beside him and turned his face towards me as I spoke in my soft but demanding mother voice.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I never want to hear you say that statement again. You deserve to be one after everything Hydra had done to you, I wouldn’t want to have a child with no one else but you. Never deny that Grace loves you”.

“Then why doesn’t she want to spend time with me!?”  Bucky snapped.

“I’ll talk to her about it tomorrow morning, but never forget this my love. Sam is her uncle, you’re her father. And a girl will always need her father in some way or form, maybe she hasn’t needed you for that reason yet”.  I leaned in and kissed him before snuggling into his strong, broad chest and fell right asleep feeling Bucky wrap his arms around me. 

Saturday came by fast and after coming back from their ice cream date that afternoon, Grace had ran in and took hold of my pants repeatedly begging me if it was alright for her to spend the night at Uncle Sam’s.  I turned to Bucky and as usual his eyes were filled with sorrow and I looked down at Grace and said.

“Umm Grace, sweetheart do you remember what you and I talked about yesterday? Why don’t we give Uncle Sam a break and stay at home and watch Disney movies? Get your daddy all caught up with this centuries movies”.

“But I want to sweep over with Uwcle Sam, please mommy please!” With the puppy dog eyes she inherited from her father I almost couldn’t say no.  I turned to Sam and looked at him with a ‘would you mind?’ look.

“I don’t mind, besides you and Father Russia haven’t had a night out in a while. I can host a sleepover”.  Grace cheered then she ran past her father and raced to her room then I heard her call out to me to help her pack her sleepover bag.  I turned to Bucky and touched his shoulder assuringly and pecked his cheek as I left to go help Grace pack her bag.

Once she was packed, I helped her into her car seat and Sam soon drove off back to his place and as I watched them drive off, I saw Bucky just standing on the porch with such longing and brokenness in his eyes.  I walked up to him and said.

“She’ll come around, we’ll let her spend the night tonight then we’ll all do something as a family. But now, we have the entire night to ourselves after last year’s sleepover with Sam, so…..” Bucky’s attention soon directed towards me as he smirked at me and he said as he picked me up bridal style.

“I think it’s time we made baby #2”.  I giggled then Bucky took me up to our room and tossed me right onto the bed. I giggled profusely as Bucky crawled up over me and he said, “You know I ain’t gonna stop until I’m sure you have a baby in there”.

“I’m counting on that soldier”.  Bucky smirked then he leaned down and we kissed passionately before I felt him move down my neck, I knew then we were just getting started. 

It was now around midnight, after god knows how many times we did it I lost count after 7. Bucky and I were completely exhausted, well mainly me Buck could’ve gone on all night had I let him but I was too damn tired to continue on.   It was then my phone rang and I groaned which caused Bucky to wake up.

“Tell them you’re busy”.  Bucky said as he began to kiss my neck.

“No Buck I already said I’m done,” I reached for my phone and saw Sam’s picture across the screen. I slide the answer button and yawned out, “Yeah Sam?” As Bucky continued to kiss any available part of my body I could hear Sam’s voice screaming at me in panic.  “Wait, wait, wait Sam I can’t understand you, slow down. Breathe. Now in English tell me what is it?” Bucky stopped as soon as he could hear Sam scream from my phone.  “Okay, okay I’ll tell him, I swear he’ll be right there I can promise you that. Okay Sam, bye”. I hung up but before I could talk to Bucky I saw him getting dressed and he left the room with such haste.  “I told you Buck, she’ll call you when she needs you, and she most certainly needs you more than anyone else”.

*Bucky’s POV*

I had heard over (y/n)’s phone that sometime was wrong with Grace.  I didn’t know what it was but the minute I heard Grace was in trouble, I immediately sprung out of bed, got dressed and raced down the stairs and outside.  I didn’t even have time to start the car up so I ran the 9 blocks to Sam’s place.

I arrived at Sam’s and literally bust the door off its hinges.  Suddenly I felt a small force embrace my legs and when I looked down, I saw my little girl weeping. Tears were running down her round face and she looked like a frightened little kitten. She looked up at me with eyes just begging me to hold her and I didn’t hesitate for a second.  I held her close and soon saw Sam coming down the stairs.

“What happened!” I demanded softly so that I wouldn’t scare my Grace any more than she already was.

“I don’t know, she went to bed just fine and the next thing I hear she’s crying her eyes out calling for you. I’m gonna assume she had a nightmare, is there anything you want me to do?”

“No Sam, I’ll take it from here,” as I started walking I paused and told him, “And sorry about the door” before he could snap at me I was already leaving the hallway and soon found the living room and sat down on the couch with Grace still clinging onto me.

I proceeded to rock her gently as I rubbed my thumb against her back as I whispered softly to her in Romanian before singing to her a Romanian lullaby I once heard a mother sing to her child at the park while I was in hiding.  I continued to rock her gently and sing to her in her ear while hearing her sobs softly ceasing.

After a while she finally stopped crying and whimpered out in her sweet voice.

“Tati?” (Daddy?)

“Da ingerul meu?” (Yes my angel)

“Can you stay the night? Pwease?” I was shocked.  At first I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, did Grace really want me to stay with her and not Sam?

“Are you sure sweetheart?”

“Da, all I want is you papa” she stated as she looked up at me with teary eyes.

“But I—I thought that you would want Uncle Sam and Uncle Sam alone”.  Grace shakes her head and replies with the most heart-warming answer I had ever heard from her as she clings onto my chest.

“Daddy makes the bad guys go away. Daddy always protects me. I don’t want Daddy to leave”.

It took every ounce of will power in me to not let tears come falling down my face, I’d knew Sam would never let that down but it was mostly because of Grace’s words.  (Y/n) was right, I was needed in Grace’s life, and that was to protect her from the bad dreams, and I knew that was something I was willing to do because I know what she’s gone through.  Even though I’ve rarely had a nightmare before meeting (y/n) and having Grace, I knew the horrors that still comes with having nightmares, especially when some of them are so real.

I held Grace close to me and rocked her again as I rubbed her back with my human hand and stroked her long brown hair she inherited from me with my metal hand and said to her.

“I swear to you Grace, I will always be here to protect you. No matter what it is, I will always be here for you because you are the light of my life, my precious angel, and I love you more than life itself. Even more than your mother, but let’s keep that between us okay?” Grace let out her beautiful giggle she got from her mother which made me smile even wider as I held her at arm’s length and stroked away her tears to see my happy girl coming back.  “There’s my happy girl, let’s get you back to bed”.

I stood up holding Grace against my chest as I continued to rub her back with my thumb and carried her back up the stairs into the guestroom Sam and (y/n) had made for her. 

I set Grace down back on the bed and tucked her in before coming around the other side of her and lying right next to her and brought her close to me.

“Now close your eyes and go to sleep”.

“What if the bad men come back though?” she asked me as I noticed the fear in her eyes coming back.

“Well right now I know one sure fire way to make sure they don’t, you wanna know?” Grace nodded furiously then I smirked at her and began to tickle her.  Her sweet musical laugh filled the entire room as she squirmed and tried to get away from me but she never did.

“Dahahahddy! Stop ihihihihit!”

“Uh-uh not until I know the bad guys aren’t gonna hurt my little girl again, you can never be too sure about those vicious villains”.

“Daddy! There’s gohahahahe now!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes hehehehe….”

“Are absolutely, positively 100% with sprinkles and a cherry on…..”

“Daddy!!”

“Okay”. I ceased my tickling allowing Grace to catch her breathe.  After she calmed down, I stroked the hair out of her eyes and said to her, “If they do come back, just wake me up and I’ll be sure they stay away because…..” I urged her to finish up and she stated.

“Because you’re with me till the end of the line”.

“Good girl”. I chuckled as Grace crawled up towards me and I held her close to me, making sure to place her head over my heart to let her know that I was here.  Soon I could hear her soft breathing a sure sign that she was now asleep.  I kissed her head gingerly and lay there watching my little girl sleep in my arms clinging onto me as she slept the night away.

[agreateryesterday]

Stucky - ABO Fics

Omega!Steve

sweet child of mine

pray for the thunder to pass me by by icoulddothisallday

(Last updated July 11, 2018) *Finished* 8 chapters, One Shot

It had been nine years since Bucky had last seen Steve Rogers. Nine years and he’d mostly lost hope of ever finding his friend again. All he had to hold on was that last night, the scent of Steve’s pre-heat and the warmth of his body. Until Steve abruptly reappears in New York, eight-year-old daughter in tow.

Steve had made himself a promise, when Charlie was born, that he would be honest with her — that he would answer all her inevitable questions.

Anam Cara

The Life and Times of CLUB Members

Stay My Brooklyn Baby

Never Have I Ever (Been This Drunk)

From Dust to Dust and Age to Age by JokerzPrincezz

*Finished* One Shots

"Whether the world was burning or freezing or made of nothing but misery and pain, I remembered your eyes, that won’t ever change, sweetheart." Steve struggles to adjust, living an isolated life to protect what little reason he has to live. Everyone seems to forget that this change, this new body, the fresh horrors he sees at night, aren't seventy years old for him. For Steve, just last year he was a scrawny little Beta with only one friend in the world. For Steve, last week he stormed a concentration camp and saw horrors beyond compare. For Steve, yesterday he had an Alpha and a pack forged in blood and battle. Now he's got a shield and a new form and secret heats. Now he's got fear and isolation and PTSD, now he's got a body he doesn't know what to do with and a mind he can't control. It should come as a surprise to no one that the moment Bucky is revealed to him, he's ready to follow him till the ends of the earth. Where Bucky goes, Steve will always follow, and in return, Bucky will always piece him back together. And, God, Steve has just been living his life in pieces, scraps of humanity and normality just barely masking his never ending fear and loneliness.

CLUB opens in secret in 1925, it's changed locations many a time, and had many patrons and employees come and go through her doors. This is the story of her Fabulous Foursome. A group of remarkable men who support and love each other against all odds.

"Please be well for me, sweet thing, please be good to yourself while I can’t. Please, please, above all else, don’t go where I can’t follow. Stay home, stay there, stay my Brooklyn baby. I promise I’ll return to you soon. Love always, Your Bucky” In 1942 Steve Rogers experiences his second heat during his USO tour. While he sleeps, while he goes deeper into that terrible heat, something unspeakable happens. And his reaction changes his life, changes the way he sees himself. Seventy years later, he tells Sam Wilson the truth of that awful night and finds he must make a choice. Justify his actions and absolve himself of his sins, or spend the rest of his days wallowing in guilt and self-loathing.

The Avengers face down aliens, again, and Tony throws a party, again. The gang decides to play a round of Never Have I Ever, Thor brings that good booze so Steve is officially sloshed. Fun times are had, secrets are revealed. Nat and Steve have more in common than either of them realized.

"But Bucky was no normal man, he was perfection incarnate, carved from the same marble that had shaped Steve Rogers. He may well have been born of Steve’s own rib, pulled from Steve’s own heart. His perfect puzzle piece. His anam cara. Cut of the same cloth, out of dust as one and to dust together again in their end." Steve and Bucky talk about getting mated, their relationship and argue over who deserves whom less. (Spoiler, they're both idiots with self-esteem issues and they're perfect for each other.) The other parts of this series really are required at this point in the story.

Season of all things by Claudia_flies

*Finished* 4 chapters

Steve really isn’t sure about sharing with an Alpha but he is starting to run out of options. There are only six Omega boarding houses in the city and Steve has been kicked out of four of them. Or: A small town a/o/b AU that nobody asked for.

Please, Take Me by sobermeup

*Finished* 10 chapters

If Bucky has to describe Steve’s scent using words that would be logical when speaking to the sense of smell, he’d say things like spring, floral, or meadow. The distinctness of certain smells in Steve’s scent is weaker than it is for other people. The doctors say it’s because of Steve’s underdeveloped body, because of the sicknesses he has been riddled with during puberty. And yet, despite Steve’s anxiety and distaste of his smell, Bucky can’t seem to find something to dislike about his scent. He smells... happy. It also seems that Bucky can’t find the proper olfactory words to describe Steve’s scent. He can’t help but associate emotions with Steve, his scent, and his pretty body.

Welcome Home

Destined by eclecticxdetour

*Finished* One Shots

Reunited after a mission, Bucky shows Steve how much he missed him.

Steve Destines as an Omega and talks about it with Bucky.

no matter the distance, I’m holding your hand by suzukiblu

*Finished* One Shot

“Your body temperature is elevated,” the asset says. “And you stink.” “Of course,” the captain mutters, tilting his head back against the bed. “I make it through every other alpha in the twenty-first century just fine, but five minutes around you sets me off.”

The Daily Grind by notlucy

*Finished* One Shot

In a perfect world, the need to rut and an omega in heat would line up every time. Bucky's world is rarely perfect. Steve puts up with him regardless.

I'll Look After You by Milk_Tea_Fantasy

*Finished* One Shot

When Steve’s in heat, all Bucky wants in the whole wide world is to take care of him.

with his educated eyes, and his head between my thighs

constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you by spacebuck

*Finished* One Shots

Living with an alpha was usually … difficult. The last alpha he’d shared a building with, some asshole whose name Steve had forgotten almost immediately, had been pushy – scenting the entire building, walking up and down the hallway of Steve’s floor on regular days, let alone when Steve was in heat. After a week of the guy literally scratching at his door, Steve had packed up and left, and the landlady hadn’t blamed him – had even given him back his bond, though she had been entitled to keep it given the circumstances. The worst part had been when they had crossed paths as Steve had been preparing to move out. The alpha had leered at Steve, catcalled and coaxed, puffed up and made his scent that much more potent. Convinced for some reason that Steve would mate him just because of his designation. Fat chance. Steve had held his breath the last time they had been face to face, refused to look at him, thrown the guy’s hand off when he’d tried to stop Steve from leaving. Bucky though? Perfect. Fucking. Gentleman. And it drove Steve nuts.

“Nuh uh, you gotta get up,” Steve murmured, and Bucky grumbled, not moving at all. “Don’t give me that,” Steve chastised, and Bucky ducked his head, tucking back in against Steve’s shoulder. Dealing with Early Morning Bucky was always an exercise in patience, most of all at this time of the year. “Don’t wanna,” Bucky mumbled against his skin, and Steve felt the alpha inhale deeply, before he let it out on a rumbling sigh. “Why’s that, Buck?” “Warm.” Steve snorted at that, taking advantage of the inattention to the rest of his body to turn and face Bucky fully. A warm hand immediately slid down to cup his ass, and Bucky’s nose tucked in against his throat. “I’m sure that’s the only reason,” Steve snorted, wedging a knee between Bucky’s, pressing it against Bucky’s crotch. The hand on his ass shifted, dipping under his boxers to rest against skin, and Steve shook his head. “Nuh uh, you’ll be late for work. Again.” “Don’t care,” was the mumbled response, and Steve thumped a hand against Bucky’s chest lightly.

Give Me Your Love, Baby by KimchiAndPasta

*Finished* 11 chapters

Steve wants to have a baby but Bucky isn't so sure.

the pulse that rages for you

all things will unwind by miraclemoon

*Finished* (Last updated Oct 10, 2017) 4 chapters, 3 chapters

In the midst of a mission, Steve is caught in the middle of an enemy made gas that forces him into heat. AKA, an ABO pwp that no one asked for.

There were many things Steve didn't expect from the 21st century. Even after receiving the serum, when he was no longer bird boned and could actually consider himself healthy, he never exactly imagined himself getting pregnant. AKA, an ABO mpreg fic no one asked for.

Overdue by cuddleslutloki

*Finished* One Shot

Six years after he presents as an omega, Steve goes into heat in the middle of World War 2. The trigger? Sparring with his best friend.

Baby, Can You Dig Your Man by dancinbutterfly

(Last updated March 16, 2018) 28 chapters

After a run in with the Winter Soldier Bucky on the never-ending hunt for HYDRA, Steve goes into heat. Now he's expecting but impending parenthood seems like the least of his worries. Hell, if it were the biggest complication he had, Steve's life would be just swell.

You Are Scent-sational by LightningStriking

*Finished* 15 chapters

Alpha Bucky has spent the last three years in Russia, working hard to become as successful as possible. All in the hopes of winning the heart of his best friend, Omega Steve, upon his return. Yet when Bucky comes home at last he discovers the small, adorable Stevie he left behind has transformed into a giant golden Adonis, and Bucky knows he's going to have to step his game up to have the slightest chance. Commence plan: Woo Steve Rogers Into Falling In Love Before He Realizes What's Happening. Sneakily wearing Steve's clothes so the blond will continually be smelling, and smelling of, the Alpha, sounds like the perfect way to start.

Always by attackmybutt

*Finished* One Shot

Steve never expected to go into heat in the middle of fighting against the Winter Soldier and much less that alpha would help him get through it. - "You are thinking too loud." For a second he feels like laughing. To just let out all his frustrated emotions but he can't when he feels like crying and rolling over to bare his ass and wriggle it in Bucky's direction. Oh yeah, the heat was definitely beginning to sip through his body.

Unchained by LightningStriking

*Finished* 17 chapters

Growing up in ancient Rome where Omegas were nothing more than commodities, Stevanos was captured by the Empire and forced into slavery. Where he became the greatest Omega Gladiator that the nation had ever seen. However, rather than earning his freedom, this instead assured his place as part of an envoy sent to Egypt. But he was not delivering fabulous gifts to the Pharaoh. Instead, Stevanos was the gift. A physically perfect specimen demonstrating the might of Rome, and a pawn that might garner Egypt's goodwill. Pharaoh Bakari, the most powerful man and Alpha in all of Egypt, had little time for offerings from a far off nation. Yet when his eyes fell upon the gorgeous man whose golden hair brought to mind the great sun god Ra himself, Bakari found himself fascinated by the Omega who's body promised the greatest pleasure, and who's eyes promised swift death to any who dare touch him. Stevanos provides a challenge for a Pharaoh who has been denied nothing his entire life. Bakari provides a temptation that might be too great to resist. Caught in a web of desire where they are not simply Pharaoh and slave, or Alpha and Omega, but equals, can they both come out the other side whole?

The Nameless

The Named by dragonspell

*Finished* One Shots

They skitter around him, over him, through him. Ants on a hill. A cuff attaches to his arm, Velcro snapping in place. His other arm is opened up, the wiring and interior circuits poked and prodded. One ant makes a notation on a chart, quickly scribbling and moving on. They have no names. Like him, they are no one. Some would disagree if he said so. Some would grow angry with him. They would try to argue or punish him. In the end, however, he will go back into the ice and nothingness and when he awakes again, they will all be gone, names and faces erased with new ones having taken their place long ago. They will have had no meaning, no impact, no lasting legacy—no name. There is a faint hint in the air, a taste that tempts the edge of his tongue, makes something dead inside of him wish to stir again. He knows that it is due to the ants that scurry around him, but he does not know why. This is their sweetness that coils around him, possessing a distant echo that bids his dead flesh to rise. It is something that he should know, but he does not. (Or, Hydra has kept alpha!Bucky chemically neutered, but they cannot account for omega!Steve. Plays fast and loose with canon.)

Having just come back from his run, Steve looks like a picture in a magazine, T-shirt tight but sweat pants loose, the exercise barely affecting him beyond a slight sheen of sweat on his skin. He’s not even breathing hard, completely photo-ready. Steve’s the reason why Bucky is standing by the kitchen counter at seven in the morning when he would much rather be still in bed. After the first few days, when Steve finally would allow Bucky to be out of his sight for longer than five minutes, Steve had reverted to his set morning routine, slipping out of bed before dawn when all sensible people are still trying to sleep. It had taken Bucky two days to catch on and adapt to the new situation. Now, every morning, though he’s loathe to leave the bed that smells of him and Steve, Bucky rolls himself to his feet about an hour after Steve leaves to ensure that he’s by the door when Steve comes back. If he doesn’t, Steve will head straight for the shower to wash off all of the hard won sweat that Bucky would like to drown himself in. (Or, since being rescued, Bucky's relearning what he's missed. Steve goes into heat. Pretty much complete porn).

In the Jet to Russia by Cryo_Bucky

*Finished* One Shot

Steve goes into heat in the jet on the way to Russia at the end of Civil War.

My Angel by Rogers_Barnes45

*Finished* One Shot

Bucky met Steve when he needed someone the most. He wanted to be loved and cared for. So when the Alpha Dom came along and promised the Omega the world, Steve couldn’t say no. He had a bad past and Bucky wanted to help Steve move on, which is what he did and Steve couldn’t be happier.

it's gotta get easier somehow ('coz, i'm falling, i'm falling) by orphan_account

*Finished* One Shot

Bucky doesn't remember being Steve's alpha. Until he does.

Reassurance by Cryo_Bucky

*Finished* One Shot

Steve is afraid that Bucky doesn't want him anymore now that he's not the skinny little omega that he fell in love with, avoiding him and refusing to eat. Bucky shows him he's wrong.

Comics and Comrades by Pinkfrostdiamond

(Last updated Aug 9, 2019) 6 chapters

A fic about an omega comic book artist with an amazing service dog and an alpha who is head of the Russian Mafia learning to work through their past. Will love win? (Yes because these boys need a happy ending)

Blood and Honey by Claudia_flies

*Finished* 4 chapters

A growl. It makes Steve’s knees turn into jelly and his body clench again. With dawning horror Steve realizes what is about to happen.

Shorteralls by moonythejedi394

*Finished* One Shot

The first time Bucky ever saw Steve Rogers, he was struck by how Neanderthal-like his response was. It was immediately followed by a bout of mental scolding. The second time was just about the same. The third time, it was actually appropriate for Bucky to start a conversation with him, at which point he was determined to be the gentleman. No such luck. Steve Rogers is, always has been and always will be, a relentless flirt. These days, Bucky's Neanderthal-ist feelings about Steve are consensual and highly appreciated. More so now that they're having a baby.

Unsuitable Breeding Stock by sarahyellow

*Finished* 8 chapters

“You fucking son of a bitch!” Steve is spitting out, furious. His face is going red, poor thing, and Bucky feels a twinge of guilt for having smiled. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging it. “Calm down, sweetheart,” he says. “It’s gonna be okay.” Bucky brings his omega home.

I never knew you... by Harry1981

*Finished* 4 chapters

Alpha, Beta and Omegas are known, but most of the population is made up of Betas. Alpha females are rare and Omega Males even more. But it doesn't really concern Tony Stark, who is a beta and everybody he knows is similar or either Alpha Male or Omega Female. Things become complicated when Steve Rogers, an Omega Male, more commonly known as Captain America, comes out of the ice and take reins of the team known as Avengers. It's not something bad, as per se. Just, why the hell is he obsessed with Tony? Natasha says it is not just him, but Tony knows that Steve Rogers has a special interest in him. What did he do to bear the weight of Mama Rogers, after all?

Anything you need (just knock) by Neonbat, polarRabbit

(Last updated May 4, 2020) 1 chapter

Knocked up, kicked out, and down to his last dollars, Steve moves into a new apartment. His neighbors range from awful to decent, and then there is 108. Bucky lives with his girlfriend Dot, happy(ish), and equipped with a plan. Marriage, eventually kids, all that good stuff. That is until an unmated, pregnant Omega moves in next door and calls all his future plans into question. After a rocky start, the pair form a friendship that gets gossip rippling through the complex. Between secrets, feelings, society, and a pissed off girlfriend, they have heaps of reasons to call it quits and wish each other the best but, that's not what friends are for. Are they?

[insert joke about pipes] by notallbees

*Finished* 2 chapters

Steve doesn't date alphas, or at least he tries not to. With a string of exes hanging around, Steve does the only sensible thing he can: pretends to be dating his hot alpha plumber. Unfortunately, Steve's plan has as many holes as his pipes. And no, that's not a euphemism.

Snowed In by DyslexicSquirrel

*Finished* 4 chapters

At 16, Steve Rogers knew two things: Bucky Barnes was his best friend and that he loved him. At 24, he hadn't talked to Bucky since the day before he moved to Colorado after his mom died and he thought he never would again, even when he moved back to New York City. Except Bucky showed up at his door and Steve ran to his parent's old cabin up state. It was probably a stupid idea to go for a walk when there was a storm threatening--he did it anyway. The last thing he expected when he got stuck in the worst snow storm that year was for Bucky to show up and rescue him, but maybe he should have because the alpha had been saving his ass since Steve was ten.

When the Brooklyn Boys Begin

If you care to know by fullarmorandahotfudgesundae

(Last updated April 26, 2020) *Finished* 11 chapters, One Shot

Steve just wanted to die in peace. An Omega without children, who couldn't have children, living for long after their Alpha was torn from them? Not happening, not even with modern medicine. So, having accepted his fate, why was he suddenly haunted by a hallucination of his dead Alpha? A really firm, tactile, weepy hallucination of his dead Alpha? Maybe he should just roll with it? (Bucky, for his part, just wants to know what the hell is going on and how he and his punk Omega managed to be alive in the twenty-first century. Oh, and also how to stop that little issue of the bond sickness killing his Stevie.)

In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, Tony really just wants to relax with Pepper and his new buddy, Bruce. Given that this is his life, those plans are interrupted by a Soviet-era myth and an unconscious Captain America. Sigh. His life was so hard sometimes.

Sarah by MMXIII

*Finished* One Shot

It's still dark when he blinks awake, early enough that there's no light filtering through at the edges of the windows, no traffic out on the street.

Fuck You... And Your Metal Peg Leg by jaybird6232

(Last updated April 26, 2019) 14 chapters

“Mother fu–!” Steve throws himself to the ground and covers his head, narrowly avoiding the cannon ball that plows through the ship’s wheel, destroying it completely. Steve scrambles to his feet, looking at the remnants of wood and nails with wide eyes, before fearfully turning his head to look at the ship. It’s massive, far bigger than he realized at first, and it clicks instantly in his mind that this has to be the High Captain’s ship. The Captain of the entire Hydra fleet is the one who is on a mission to kill them all. On the other ship, a tall, older man wearing a large topper sends him a smirk, whispering to a few alphas beside him and pointing to Steve. Oh shit, Steve gulps nervously, taking a few cautionary steps backwards and hovering his hand over the dagger secured on his belt. The man sends him a feral smile, nodding his head in Steve’s direction. The alphas next to him disperse, tucking their swords away and climbing the netting on their ship. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Always Yours by LilyInTheSnow

(Last updated April 20, 2010) 1 chapter

Steve is in love with his best friend, and the only Alpha he trusts, Bucky. And maybe Steve is an oblivious dumbass that doesn't realize Bucky's in love with him too. Though maybe he should've figured it out when he asked Bucky to donate sperm so he could have a baby and Bucky suggested they date for six months first.

Like Rahab by moonythejedi394

*Finished* 29 chapters

"Brother of Rahab, Father Elliot had called him. As Steve fell asleep, he dreamed of Nazis invading New York and an American spy with Bucky’s face hunting for a safe place to hide…" – intertwined, prelude. On December 7th, 1940, Japanese planes bombed Pearl Harbor. On May 8th, 1944, Nazi troops set foot in New York. On January 10th, 1945, Adolf Hitler was assassinated by a man now gone down in history as Captain America. Unfortunately, Captain America was killed after taking down Hitler, but his successful mission led to the Nazi invasion of the United States turning and the end of World War II. History recounts the legendary shot that took down Hitler, but it will always ponder why Captain America killed Dr. Johann Schmidt with the very next bullet. But before that, long before that, there was first an American sniper who needed a safe place to hide. There was first a prostitute turned spy who would take him in. There was first a strained relationship and a bittersweet reunion to be had, and when it was all over, there was then an escape to take place. After all, who would look for an American hero in Canada?

Be Mine, But Don't Make Me Ask by Apieceofurmind

(Last updated April 18, 2020) 33 chapters

Joseph waits his whole life for the perfect alpha son who will make him proud. The son who follow his father's footsteps and serves their country at war. And then, Steve Rogers is born. He is not strong, tall or muscular. But above all he is not an alpha. Betrayed by his own son, Joseph shuns him away. Enter James Barnes. Tall, muscular and strong. The perfect alpha. When Joseph saves his life on the battlefield, he asks him to marry Steve in return...

SOLDIER, KEEP ON MARCHIN’ ON, COME THRU LIKE THE SWEETENER U R by moonythejedi394

(Last updated April 13, 2019) 9 chapters

When Steve was seven years old, he found a mangey and half-starved cat in the alley behind his and his mother’s apartment building in Navy Hill. Despite being incredibly allergic to the creature, Steve had spent all of his allowance for that month on cat food and he spent the next few weeks nursing the stray back to health. The cat moved on after eventually, but a few months later, Steve found another one and the whole process started all over again. Bucky is another stray cat. Steve has no way of knowing what demons the Alpha carries in his head and he certainly has no way of knowing that Bucky won’t turn hostile on him, but Steve never learned his lesson to stop feeding strays. “This is gonna end badly,” Steve mutters to himself. So, as one does when one makes potentially catastrophic decisions that could and would backfire spectacularly based on how little self-control one has concerning bedraggled and sad-eyed stray cats and Alphas, Steve makes a cup of tea.

Captain America is more Alpha than Ares by LimaBeanie

*Finished* One Shot

The thing is nobody has ever even asked him about his status. Steve dealing with accepting himself and his designation. Alternatively all the times Steve had to come out.

A Scent to Fill the Lungs, A Soul(mate) to Fill the Bond by oceanfoamgreen

*Finished* One Shot

In a world where scenting one’s soulmate means that the onset of one’s first heat or rut is imminent, it is to be certain that meeting one’s soulmate can be extremely stressful. Or In the winter of 1937, Steven Grant Rogers scents his soulmate. In the spring of 1948, James Buchanan Barnes meets his.

I will not bow, I will not break by belovedbookdragon

*Finished* One Shot

Dystopian AU. The world's population fell dangerously low after a virus destroyed most of mankind's reproductive abilities. To combat the shrinking population, the Federation of Northern American States requires all children to be educated at government-run schools until the child presents. Alpha and beta children are sent to the military, omegas are sent to the breeding facilities. Steve and Bucky are separated at 14 and Steve will stop at nothing to get back to Bucky.

With a Love that Won't Sit Still

This Sudden Burst of Sunlight by dragongirlG

*Finished* One Shots

After buying plums from the market, Bucky returns to his apartment in Bucharest to find a small, half-naked Steve huddled on his bed. At first, Bucky thinks it's just a hallucination, but then he smells the honey-sweet slick in the air and comes to a shocking realization: Steve's presenting as an omega in heat, even though he hasn't been an omega in decades due to the supersoldier serum. Drawing on a mishmash of instinct and memory, Bucky takes care of Steve as best he can, trying to give Steve what he needs until Steve can safely be extracted from the situation.

In Bucharest, Steve gets hit with a weapon wielded by Black Panther that strips him of his serum mid-battle, turning him back into an omega and inducing his heat. He seeks out Bucky for help.

The Corset Prince by LeisurelyPanda

(Last updated April 8, 2020) 6 chapters

The year is 1836. James David Henry Buchanan Barnes, called Bucky by close friends and James by family, is an alpha, a soldier without peer, a skilled military commander, and a charmer. He has allies and friends on both sides of the political aisle in both the House of Commons and the House of Lords. By all accounts, he is the favorite to become King when his father dies. There's just one problem. Bucky is the Duke of York, not the Prince of Wales. His brother, known throughout the world as Brock, is the eldest of the King's children. He has all the charm of a feral Doberman. He inherited their father's temper and his overall tendency towards excess. Enter one Steve Rogers, a little known nephew of a new, powerful merchant and innovator recently appointed to the House of Commons, Howard Stark. Steve is young and innocent. His engagement to Prince James is sudden and it sweeps him into a world unlike any he'd ever imagined. The palace, for all the lights, casts many shadows. However, there is more to Steve than anyone suspects, including himself.

in the heat of the moment

on the nose

knot without you by Deisderium

*Finished* One Shots

"His time is upon him," Mrs. Rogers said solemnly. Bucky stared at her, taken aback and not altogether certain what she meant. It kind of sounded like she thought Steve was on the edge of death, but if that had been the case—again—she probably wouldn't have had a smile curving up the corners of her lips. "His heat," Mrs. Rogers said more bluntly. She was a nurse, after all. "Steve has presented as an omega." In which Steve presents very late as an omega. Bucky isn't supposed to go see him, but when has he ever done what he was supposed to do where Steve is concerned?

"Barnes," barked the sergeant, and Bucky jolted out of his thoughts. He strode forward to get his mail and was thrilled to see not only a letter from Becca and another from his ma, but an actual package from Steve. He took his treasures and retreated back to his tent. Inside the package was another bound in butcher paper and string, but much smaller than the shirt. There was a note tucked in the strings of this one too, but it was just a small square of folded paper. The note in the string was much shorter than the letter Steve had sent him with the larger package. It read in its entirety: don't open this unless you're alone. In which Bucky receives a sexy letter from home.

"I have to," Steve said stubbornly, even though Peggy hadn't tried to discourage him, not yet. "You heard Phillips," she said, her voice uncharacteristically gentle. "He's probably dead." "There are a lot of men and women of the 107th who might not be," he said, and then, because she knew him too well: "He's my alpha." "He was." She wasn't trying to be cruel, he knew that; but he slapped a hand to his neck, where the mating bite used to be, and glared at her. "It's all right, Steve. I know a man with a plane.” In which Steve goes to get his man from the Hydra factory, and Bucky discovers that Steve's a little different from the last time he saw him.

Blossom like sunshine, nectar sweet as sin, the devil's drink has me pulled in by moonythejedi394

*Finished* 3 chapters

“Your son was said to be as beautiful as Brooklyn’s sweet apple blossoms,” Barnes said, and his lips lifted in another smile, then his eyes moved and Steve was startled by the intensity of his gaze. Barnes gave pause, long enough that Steve’s heartbeat picked up again. Then he spoke again. “But no blossom could compare,” he said. “Not even the most perfect of untouched flowers.” Steve felt his cheeks heat up; he blushed right to the roots of his hair, pulled back from his face by Wanda’s best braids. Barnes’s gaze somehow intensified even more as his gaze just shifted enough that Steve was sure he saw him blush that far. Barnes’s lip lifted at one corner by a hair. “I’ve never been gladder to have my expectations so far exceeded,” he concluded.

I Just Want a Friend by elliot_edison

*Finished* One Shot

Trapped in an unwanted engagement with an unpleasant alpha twice his age, omega Steve makes a plan to run away with the beta stable boy he befriended. Featuring a dirty-mouthed Steve, shy amnesiac James (spoiler: it’s Bucky). “Why did you—why am I—what do you want from me, sir?” James asked softly, looking down at his gloved hands. “What do I want? I want a fuckin’ friend. I want someone to call me by my name for once, instead of that ‘sir’ or ‘young omega’ bullshit. I want to be treated like a goddamn person instead of an object.” Steve was practically shouting, and then his face twisted sadly. “I just want a fuckin’ friend, James.”

Brambles and Bonfires by Lasenby_Heathcote, StarshipEnterprise

*Finished* One Shot

Bucky is an Alpha gone feral living up in the mountains. Steve is a lost Omega wannabe-hiker. Bucky, a creature of instinct, decides he’ll make the perfect mate to keep and breed, no matter what Steve has to say on the matter.

Back in the day

Making camp by Jokers_Wild

*Finished* One Shot, 2 chapters

Bucky returns home after working after a long day at work, finding Steve all curled up in the nest that they'd made in preparation for the Omega's heat. The Alpha can't help himself, not with how tantalizing Steve looks sprawled out in it and it's just so easy for the Alpha to get the Omega all hot and bothered. It's not his fault if he sets Steve's heat off early, its just something he's particularly good at doing.

Steve has saved his Alpha, they've made it back to camp and now comes the hard part. Talking about the change in their dynamic now that Steve is suddenly larger, stronger, and overall just more than his Alpha would have ever expected the man to be...But that's what you get when you sign up for an experiment to make the best soldier. Shame Bucky hadn't been there to tell Steve what a dumbass he was, he'll just have to do it now and if that leads to some great reunion sex that's fine too.

The last one

Meeting the Children

Another

Little Sister

Loki

Names

Domestic

Baby Stark Doo do by AngelynMoon

*Finished* 5 chapters, 7 chapters, one shot, 2 chapters, 2 chapters, One Shots

Captain America is an Alpha, Steve Rogers has always been an Omega.

In which Bucky Barnes meets his kids. Also known as that fic where Steve adopts the Avengers and Bucky's just along for the ride, as per usual.

In which there is another pregnancy for Steve.

The Avengers and Avengers adjacent meet a little Dream.

In which Steve adopts another kid and Bucky is still just along for the ride.

Bucky starts to remember names.

Tony has some thoughts.

In which Tony announces his and Pepper intentions to have a baby.

Start from the Beginning by omgbubblesomg

*Finished* 4 chapters

What about a sex pollen fic where the pollen-ed one doesn’t remember getting hit in the face with a sex flower, and wakes up midway through the depollenating? Or: the one where Steve wakes up on his back with a stranger buried balls-deep in his ass.

no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to him by moonythejedi394

*Finished* 6 chapters

1917; James "Bucky" Barnes is born. 1918; Steve Rogers is born. 1936; Bucky Barnes bonds Steve Rogers. 1941; Bucky Barnes is drafted. 1943; Steve Rogers becomes Captain America. 1945; Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers die separately. 1972; the Winter Soldier is recovered by SHIELD. 2011; Captain America is recovered by SHIELD. 2012. The Winter Soldier is asked to care for Captain America during subdrop.

let me hold you close by icoulddothisallday

*Finished* 2 chapters

When Steve went down with the Valkyrie, he'd only just started to wonder if he might be pregnant. But there's no way a baby could have survived 70 years in the ice. Right? (We've all seen the stories where Steve's pregnant when he comes out of the ice, and through the miracles of the serum the baby is Okay. This is the story where the baby is Not Okay, but somehow still Okay.)

Who could ever love a Beast?

Surprise! It's an Omega! by alexisriversong

*Finished* 7 chapters, One Shot

Basically the Beauty and the Beast story with the Marvel characters. Mix between the various versions of the Beauty and the Beast stories out there.

Setting right after the end of the Beauty and the Beast AU, basically, the same plot as the movie but with alpha/omega/beta and the Avengers team. Not really necessary to read the first fic, but in some places might not make sense without reading that first.

For Your Own Good by MoonMated

*Finished* One Shot

Steve has to deal with life-altering consequences after tracking down Bucky.

easy love by moonythejedi394

*Finished* One Shot

In 1918, Joseph and Sarah Rogers welcomed their first and only child into the world. Joseph was the heir to Rogers & Rogers Medical Innovations and a very wealthy man. He had grown up in the high society circles of New York and as a high society man, he conversed with his peers about his son’s future before the boy was even born. With a good friend and business associate, George Barnes of Barnes Telecommunications, he struck a quite reasonable deal. George had one son already and a daughter on the way. His boy had the DNA markers of an Alpha and his daughter would likely be an Omega given their family history. They agreed that, however Joseph’s boy presented later in life, their families would merge with a marriage. Joseph’s son was named Steven Grant and his parents cautiously assumed by his fifth birthday that he would present as an Omega. At 16, he did. At 20, he married James Barnes.

innocence came screaming by moonythejedi394 (Some tentacle porn, but not overly “wierd”)

*Finished* One Shot

There had been no rain since the beginning of spring. The crops were dying. The river, what little freshwater they had on their island, was drying up. The village well was, too. They had made many sacrifices to the Great God of the Deep, and yet, the air remained dry. At last, in final desperation, the priests announced that a sacrifice of greater caliber was needed. “Only the sacrifice of a young, unbred Omega will turn away the Great Old One’s anger,” the high priest said to Steve. “You will honor your people.” Thus, he was left to die in the Great Old One's temple. The Great Old One, however, had other plans for him.

One Step at a Time (Like this?) by peachycinnamon

(Last updated Dec 28, 2020) 3 chapters

Will long lost friends be able to recognize each other? Be able reignite a flame and maybe make it burn into something else? Its their last year, and everyone is going to be faced with some kind of obstacle, the main question is, how will they deal with it?

Warming Up (To You) by Huntress79

*Finished* One Shot

Omega Steve is anything but happy about the week-long “company vacation” Tony has arranged for them all for Christmas, participation mandatory. He is lonely, he forgets to refill his suppressants before the trip, there’s a blizzard heading towards the resort – and on top of that all, he has to share the chalet with none else than his archnemesis, hot Alpha Bucky Barnes.

Compliance (The Knot Fic) by WhiteCeilings

*Finished* 2 chapters

It's not that Steve's alpha is cruel, he just doesn't consider himself his own person.

Of Feasts And Family by stevergrsno (noxlunate)

*Finished* One Shot

“Nothing?” He sounds almost… offended? Steve might not know the dude, but he’s pretty sure this random alpha sounds offended that Steve’s plans for Thanksgiving involve Steve, a frozen pizza, and watching the parade on tv. “That’s what I said,” Steve says, squinting at Sam’s list for a moment before grabbing two bags of marshmallows, “What, you’ve never had a nice boring Thanksgiving home alone with some Digorno?” The man makes a horrified noise and softly repeats Steve, “Home. Alone. Digorno,” in the way that people repeat something when they're expecting it to somehow change. In which Steve Rogers meets Bucky Barnes and somehow spends Thanksgiving with him the next day.

The Soldier's Omega by PandaFey

(Last updated Nov 16, 2020) 2 chapters

Bucky is back, but he's not the same. He doesn't know how to be an alpha or how to treat omegas, but Steve is willing to help teach him. Even if it hurts him in the process.

the Kept Boy

Into the Dark by moonythejedi394, Neutralchaos

*Finished* (Last updated Nov 13, 2019) 25 chapters, 18 chapters

Here is James Barnes, the most dangerous Alpha in New York. Rich, powerful, cocky and short-tempered, his only skill greater than his persuasion or intimidation is his marksmanship. Head of the Seyrbakov crime family, inherited over the heads of the late Aleksei Seyrbakov’s own sons, who he had deported when they attempted to murder him. Top of Interpol and the FBI and the CIA and probably the NSA’s most wanted lists, but there’s never enough evidence to bring even a parking ticket against him, as it has been for New York’s Bratva since the late 1910s. His company smuggles weapons, drugs, alcohol, tobacco, exotic animals, you name it, but you’ll never find a shred of proof. If land barons still existed, then Barnes – owning property in all the five boroughs, the state, the country, even on other continents – would easily be one. When you think of the Russian mafia, you think of Barnes. Here is James Barnes, gracing the scum and lowlifes of Brooklyn with his presence, and here is Steve Rogers, not-so-cheap yet consistently broke hooker, sitting on his lap like he belongs there. Very rapidly, that makes him the most dangerous Omega in New York.

After the traumatic events that marked six months in his and Steve’s relationship, things aren’t the same. There’s a nightlight in every room, set to automatically switch on after sunset. Neither of them can stand the sight of a rat. Bucky can’t go away on business trips and leave Steve behind anymore; he can barely leave his baby home for a day while he goes to work, he brings Steve with him more days than not. Neither of them sleep as much as they used to, and Bucky didn’t even sleep evenly every night before that. But it’s not bad. They have each other. And together, it’s so much easier to brave the things they fear.Starting with going into the dark.

Post: Part 2

[littledonkeyburrito]

Literally copy pasting a survey bc I’m bored af

What does your town’s name begin with? B Are you a seafood fan? Yeah. I have a near constant craving for seafood paella Do you prefer dark, brown or white chocolate? Milk or sometimes dark Give me a random word in another language. Tell me what it means. Aventura. Means both adventure, and affair Which city would you like to visit- Rome, Tunis, London, Madrid or Paris? Paris bc Disneyland.

Have you got perfect vision? It’s good enough to not need glasses but also I can’t read shit in the distance.

What song(s) do you put on repeat often? Sofia by Alvaro Soler, and a lot of stuff by Genitallica How many letters long is your last name? 8 Are you wearing shoes, just socks or nothing on your feet? Nothing Do you like the smell of a barbecue or bonfire? Sometimes, depends on my mood How often do you drink soda? Most days What accent is the sexiest? Depends on who’s talking Do you currently live in the same country you were born in? No. What’s your current mood? Is “tired” a mood? A romantic meal, a trip to a theme park, or go to a concert? Theme park please How good is your memory? Sometimes it’s really good, sometimes it’s absolute rubbish What was the last pill you took? Paracetamol Have you ever seen someone you knew and purposely avoided seeing them? Of course Are you smiling in your default picture? No You think you can last in a relationship for six months? Probably Do you like pickles? Sometimes Are you texting someone? No Be honest, do you miss your ex? One of them kinda yeah just because he was ripped Do you believe exes can be friends? Depends, but generally no What was the last thing you looked up on Google? "employment agency maritime shore spain” Is your hair naturally straight? yep Do you have a best friend that knows you inside and out? yeah Do you remember the Pepsi Commercials with Britney Spears? no ..? Have you known your best friend a long time? Like 9 years I think Have you kissed someone with the name beginning with J or B? A couple of both What’s something you really want right now, be honest? To be travelling and having more adventures Would you be able to name everyone you kissed in 09? Yeah it was one person, once. Who’s the last person who you went out to eat with? A sort-of-ex a couple of weeks ago Is it awkward when you run into your exes? I don’t think I ever have How did you get one of your scars? Got cut by someone’s thumbnail during a karate tournament Do you wear makeup everyday? No Were you single for your last birthday? Yep When will you be in a relationship next? Who knows

Does your middle name begin with letters A-G? No

What is your state’s largest city? Barcelona

Pick your three favourite vegetables. Leek, Capsicum, Potato

Have you ever broken a movie or game disc? Probably

What colour are your brother’s eyes? Hazel I think

Do you watch Law & Order: Special Victims Unit? No

How many flights of stairs are in your house? None, but many in my building.

Have you ever played a drinking game? Which ones? Yes, so many.

Do you often feel excluded? Sometimes, but probably because I moved to the other side of the world from all my friends

Are you good with managing your finances? Yes, I am weirdly good with money and I don’t even try.

Do you have an accountant? No

Did you ever play Neopets when you were younger? So much.

Have you ever been to Mexico? Not yet

How big is your bathroom? Big enough I guess

How many friends do you have on Facebook? 226 apparently

Do you regularly check anyone’s profile online? There’s one or two

What is the closest pizza place to your house? I have no idea

What age did your mum stop helping you clean your room, if she ever did? I have no idea

What colour is your toothpaste? Blue

Have your parents ever worked in medicine? No

Do you have any silly nicknames or pet names? My dad sometimes calls me shrimp because I’m little, but he’s been calling me that since I was like 7

Are you any good at drawing? No

Is there anything unusual about your house? HAHAHAHA my bathroom is weird as shit. You have to walk THROUGH the shower to get to the toilet and then there’s a balcony next to the toilet too

Can you maintain a text conversation or do you run out of things to say? Depends

How old will you be turning in 2020? 26

Have you ever met anyone with Multiple Personality Disorder? Yes

What is your favourite type of cookie? idk, chocolate chip?

When was the last time you painted your nails? Several years ago for a cosplay

Do you like word or picture tattoos better? Picture

Do you find it hard to talk to strangers, even people who work in stores? Yep

Have you ever tasted goat’s milk? Goat’s cheese, yes. Goat’s milk, i don’t think so

Are you a fidgety person? Yep

How many serious relationships have you been in? None

Did you ever take classes for a musical instrument when you were younger? Drums

Is there anything going on outside your window? Just people on the street doing their thing.

Have you ever taken care of a newborn baby? No. I had never even held any age baby until a few weeks ago.

How old were you when you got your ears pierced? 10

Do you snore when you sleep? Not that anybody has ever told me about

Have you ever been 10-pin bowling? Yep

Do you have your own bowling ball and shoes? No

What was the last type of burger you ate? I have no idea when I last ate a burger. Oh no wait I had an egg and bacon roll in a slightly pretentious cafe in northern Colombia.

Have you cried in the past week? Nah, I don’t really cry

What were you doing yesterday at 8 AM? Pressing snooze on my alarm Whose bed did you sleep in last night? Mine How long have you known the last person you spoke on the phone to? I don’t talk on the phone much so I think it was the boss from the job I just left so I guess 2 weeks? About how long is your hair? Not very

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? Back to somewhere in central america

What were you doing an hour ago? Watching Netflix When was the last time you kissed someone? A couple of weeks ago just before I left Panama Do you think it meant anything to that person? That he could go back to sleep because it was 4:30am and he was only awake to say goodbye to me. Pretty sure he then slept in until like 5 minutes before the hotel checkout time. How did you get your worst scar? My brother had me on the dog lead when I was about 2 and he tripped over and it yanked my head into the corner of the wall. Are you on good terms with your most recent ex? Depends on your definition of ex.  Could you go a day without texting? I could but I’m not going to. Who was the last person you rode in a car with? The driver who took me to the airport in Panama. Bc I don’t think a bus counts. Do you have any plans for the weekend? I don’t have any plans ever. I literally have no future plans at the moment. Do you have any nieces or nephews? No Are you wearing a watch? No. The strap broke when I was in Colombia and I still haven’t fixed it yet. Does your current/last job require that you wear a uniform? It did not. But the one back in australia, yes.

Do people misspell your name often? Yep When will your driver’s license expire? No idea and i cbf getting my wallet to check Do you have any plans to see anyone special today? No. Plans. Ever. What was the cause of the last time you cried? No idea, don’t remember when that was. Are you in any kind of a club or organization? Nope Where did you go to grade school? Primary school? Back in my little hometown in aus Who is your 23rd phone contact and how do you know them? It’s my mum! She birthed me. What would you do if your found out your mom was pregnant again? I’d be very surprised and curious who the father was. Do you want kids of your own someday? Probably not Do you live in an apartment? Yep Did you have a high school sweetheart? No If the last person you kissed proposed to you what would you say? I’d be like, “Whoa slow the fuck down there buddy, we literally spent 2 weeks together.” Would you ever get back with one of your exes? Ehh maybe the ripped one, but not for anything serious When was the last time you ate a poptart? God I don’t know, like two years ago? What kind was it? Not a clue Do you have any friends of the opposite sex you can tell anything to? Yeah Where is your dad right now? Probably at home asleep Are you wearing anything that belongs to someone else? No

[a-dreamer-named-mars]

Imagine Celebrating Your and Jamie’s Daughter’s Birthday ( #28 - I don't like you, get out of my fort. )

A/N : You might wanna check out this imagine as this could perfectly be a part 2 for that one, but if you don't wanna read it, it won't affect how you'll read or understand this one. Also, if you’re interested, don't forget to check out my fanfiction here.

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Jamie and you welcomed a little girl into the world four years ago today. Well, not exactly four years. There were a couple hours left until it was Evelyn's birthday, or Eve for short, and you were making the most of the time that you had left with your daughter while she was still a three year old, and that meant one thing... building forts!!! Not only you were enjoying her last couple hours as a three year old but you were also waiting for Jamie to get home so you could celebrate her birthday at midnight. Yes, you were breaking a lot of rules, I mean, her bedtime was supposed to be at 9 P.M. ... but tomorrow (which was just two hours away) was a special day. It was her fourth birthday, and Jamie and you had taken the day off work to spend with her. You'd go to the zoo during the day and then in the evening you'd go over to Henry and Frank's house where Jamie's and your family would meet and sing Eve happy birthday.

"Ah!" You exclaimed. "I heard the door! Is it daddy?" You asked in a whisper.

You two built forts with every pillow you had in the house and were hiding inside the soft fort.

"Shh! Mommy! We can't tell daddy we're here!" She replied with a whisper while she cover your mouth with her hands. "Okay... but why?" "Because this is a girl's fort!"

You giggled in silence at her antics and kept quiet.

"Y/N?" You heard him call out. "Eve?"

She couldn't contain herself and started giggling, letting him know where she was, although you were sure he would find out soon because of how bare the whole house looked right now without the pillows you were hiding under.

He figured what was happening so he played along and put on his silliest face and kneeled down in front of where you were sitting.

"Eve? You were building forts with mommy?" He asked with a funny voice.

This was one of the 93736271818 reasons why you loved Jamie with all your heart and soul - he was the best father. Literally the best father ever, the father every girl wish they'd have. He was a cop and sure, he had to have a tough side but his sweet side made him the sweetest man in the whole wide world. He was a sweetheart to you while you dated and while you were married and just the two of you but, ever since Evelyn was born, he became a whole different person, for the better, and you couldn't feel happier. He loved her endlessly and so did she. She was the sweetest little girl ever, and, like every little girl in the world, she was kind of obsessed with her parents. You and Jamie meant the world to her and every little second she spent with you two, she absolutely loved.

"Yes!" "Can I join you?" He asked getting under the pillows. "No! Daddy, you can't!" She squealed while pushing him away. "I don't like you, get out of my fort."

She was just fooling around with him and you watched, mesmerized by how amazing your life is and by how lucky you got, until your thoughts got by interrupted by him, playing along with Eve.

"You don't like daddy?!" He asked pretending to be shocked. "That's gonna make daddy sad!"

He pretended to be crying and she giggled at him, pulling him back under the fort with her and you.

"Don't be sad, daddy. I was just playing, I love you." She said with the sweetest voice, making your heart melt.

You could tell by the look on his face that he melted at what she said as well, and next thing you know he was pulling her in for a hug and attacked her with a bunch of kisses on her cheek making her giggle even more, before she sat down on his lap.

You could not stop smiling. This was all you've ever wanted, your dream, and when it came true, it was way better than you had ever imagined.

Your daughter busied herself with the dolls she brought with her and you moved closer to them.

"How was your day?" You asked settling down next to Jamie. "Good. Normal. Got a case of a robbery but, we ended it smoothly." "Oh that's good." "Can you believe it? It's been almost four years." "I know... seems like it was yesterday when we brought her home for the first time. She was so tiny...." You commented while staring at your daughter in her father's arms. "She was..." He agreed taking a look at her too. "Who was tiny?" She interrupted.

You two smiled at her, after she asked that innocent question, and you quickly replied her.

"You, my little monkey."

She giggled and played a bit more inside the fort while you two talked and just looked her, looked at your biggest blessing, until it was almost midnight.

"Hey Eve, mommy and daddy will be right back!" You said before getting up with Jamie making your way to the kitchen.

"You got the chocolate chip cupcake?" You asked him before leaning on the counter. "Yes. And I found one with pink frosting. It's strawberry flavored." "Good job!" You praised with a wink. "She's gonna love it." "Did you got the purple candle?" He asked now. "Yep, and I bought one with silver glitter on it!" "Perfect." "We make a great team, don't we?" "We do." He agreed with a smile. "You're the most amazing dad, Evelyn is so lucky to have you and I am so lucky to have you too as my partner in this... we're the lucky ones." You said as he got the cupcake on a plate and put the candle on it. "Nah... I am."

Neither of you wanted to fight it off, you knew you couldn't win with Jamie either so it was hopeless. He always said he was the luckiest guy on the planet and he always made you and your daughter feel like you two were the most special girls alive.

You lit the candle and after you checked the clock and made sure it was time,  you walked alongside with Jamie to where Eve was and got under the fort again, this time while singing "Happy Birthday" to her which made her smile big and sing along too, you sat on each side of her so she was in the middle.

After you finished she blew the candles and squealed with joy and happiness. And that was all you and Jamie wished for her. Not only at four years old, but for the rest of her life.

"Happy birthday, sweetie!" He said as he hugged her and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Happy birthday, baby!" You said too while kissing her cheek. "Thank you!" She replied, still smiling.

"You wanna eat the cupcake?" Jamie asked while putting it down. "Yes!"

You fed her the chocolate chip cupcake - her  ( and your ) favorite - while Jamie took some pictures, although, you had all the memories you needed recorded on your minds.

She got pretty tired pretty much instantly. Even as a baby she'd always refuse to sleep until Jamie got home, but eventually she got used to him coming home late, but today they'd told her they'd sing her a happy birthday at midnight and her father would come home a couple hours before so, she had more than one reason to stay up excitedly, until she couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep with her head resting peacefully on Jamie's lap, while you stroked her hair.

"She's exhausted..." He commented looking down on her. "She really is... let's put her in her bed."

You got up and so did Jamie, carrying Evelyn and making your way down the hall to her bedroom to lay her down and tuck her in. You did all of that and she didn't open her eyes once - she was really fast asleep already.

You both kissed her goodnight, although she wasn't aware of any of that, and lit the presence light before walking out and going to your own bedroom, pretty tired as well.

"Wow... four years." You commented while taking off your clothes and putting on your pajamas. "I know..." "I think we should do this every year on her birthday - wait till midnight to wish her a happy birthday." "She didn't even stay up to open her gifts..." He commented with a laugh thinking back at how tired she was. "Yeah I know, but... as the years go by she'll be able to stay up longer and I think it'd be a good tradition." "Honey, I totally agree I'm just saying, don't expect much in these next few years because she'll still be very young. And she's not quite used to staying up late. You don't wanna go back to up-all-night-Eve . She was a piece of work." "Ugh... tell me about it." You replied with a sigh. "But ultimately, it's a good idea and I think we should do it." "Yay!" You said hugging him from the side.

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him, kissing your forehead.

"It's a nice tradition for the three of us." You said as you let go of his embrace and crawled your way to your side of the bed. "Umm... the three of us?" He questioned, trying to make sure he heard right. "Yeah, the three of us - me, you and Eve." You replied not quite understanding where he was coming from.

He slid down on the bed, next to you, and looked at you, confused again.

During these past four years you had definitely talked about having more kids, and Jamie had always showed his desire for "at least three more" , probably because he was raised with his three siblings, but you never gave him a solid answer.

"Don't you wanna have more kids, Y/N ?"

That was definitely something to be thought through carefully. Your job was dangerous, and you were an only child and you saw yourself in Evelyn a lot, but you made sure she never felt alone. Plus she was definitely a daddy's girl and you were scared another person coming in to the world to steal her daddy's attention would make her sad. Not to mention you had some issues during labor and you definitely didn't want to go through that again. Although the doctor said it was normal as it was your first pregnancy. And to be honest, looking back now, it was all worth it. And as said before, you were an only child and you absolutely hated being one. But you still had to think about it.

"I don't know, Jamie...." "You always say that." He stated with some disappointment in his voice. "I know... I mean, I do, but... there's a lot of other things to consider when it comes to having more kids." "Like?" "Like, how would Eve feel? Am I really able to give birth to another baby?" "Hey, I know you got really scared when it was Eve's birth, I did too, we all did but... You're so strong. You're the strongest woman I know and I know for sure you'd be able to have another one."

You smiled at him and laid your head in his chest while he ran his fingers through your hair.

"Thank you." "Plus... the baby making process would be so much fun!"

You lift your head up a few inches while laughing and rested it back on his chest again.

"Well, we can still have fun and not make a baby. It's 2017, baby!" "Yeah but, it wouldn't be the same. We wouldn't have something to look forward too." "Alright... all of this talking is really starting to convince me. I'll still have to do some thinking but, I think it's safe to say you can start working on your baby making skills." You teased while you rolled over so you were now with one elbow on the matress and your hand was caressing him in his chest. He shared a laugh with you and pulled you closer to him as he covered both of you with the bed sheets and the comforter.

"I love you." He said before kissing the top of your head. "I love you too." You said wrapping your arms tighly around each other.

You had to admit it - the thought of having a newborn again  wasn't unpleasant. Their smell - God their smell is the best - , their first everything - the first smile, the first meal, the first teeth, the little toes and little hands... Somehow, after all this conversation, you were actually leaning in to the idea of having another family member.

Maybe next year it wont be just the three of you. Maybe there'd be someone else to celebrate their sister's birthday.