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charles-and-camilla-fanfictions · 6 months

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All the Time in the World - Chapter 9

Birkhall, March 2020

By the time the knock on the door comes, I’ve cried myself dry of any tears. I feel empty. Dragging my body from the immobile statue it has become, I open the door to collect the tray. It’s piled high with letters and tea and biscuits, but at the top is a cutting of the softest lilac auriculas and I start crying all over again. How did he manage to source these from his room? I turn on my ipad and call him.

“Do you like them?”

“Of course.” I don’t know how I have tears left to cry but they stream from my eyes.

“I will need you to talk to me.” He’s crying now and it makes my tears worse. “I need you to make sure they put the iPad next to me so I can hear you. And you need to talk to me, I don’t care what about, because I’ll be so scared.”

I know I’ve lost this argument. I nod and I see him breathe a sigh of relief.

“Do you promise me?”

“I promise you.”

“I’d do anything to wrap you in my arms right now.”

“Just get better.” Oh God, what if he has a sudden turn for the worse and the last thing we did was have this awful argument?

“I’m trying.”

“Try harder.” I want to take his hand in mine and squeeze it. I want to look into those pale blue eyes of his and push my nose against his.

“Concentrate on staying well.”

“I am.”

“Concentrate harder.”

I’ve never felt so alone.

1980, Rhodesia

Our hands are locked together and our legs are so entwined we might as well be one person. He’s talking to me but I’m too tired and too lost in his eyes to really concentrate on what he’s saying. Everything about him feels good and my body aches in such a wonderful way as I wriggle slightly to get closer to him. Pressing my nose against his, I’m about to kiss him when I hear the word ‘Rhodesia’ and it dawns on me what he is talking about. It makes me draw away from him in surprise. “Why the fuck are you visiting my husband?”

“Because I’m representing Her Majesty. Why are you not with your husband? Most military wives follow them about.”

“I’m not a dog. Anyway, I’m far too busy servicing you.”

“Well come and ‘service’ me in Rhodesia, then.”

“What, fly out with you?”

“Yes.”

“Fly out with you, to Rhodesia, to visit my husband?”

“Why not?”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend at the moment?”

“Which one?”

“You know which one.”

“The brunette who is very sexy but argues with me about sleeping with you?”

“Exactly.”

“Do you like her?”

“No. Loath her.”

“Then no.”

“I really am becoming more and more like my Great Grandmama.”

“Do it. Do it for me. I can’t bear to be away from you for so long. A trip abroad is like an eternity without you.”

“It will cause an absolute panic. They won’t know where to sit me.”

“They will sit you next to me, if they have any sense.”

“Whilst my husband is there?”

“You can’t possibly be feeling guilty?”

“No… Of course not. If his philandering hasn’t caused a diplomatic crisis this time, he’s done well. Oh, what the hell, yes… Yes…”

“We leave tomorrow, my darling Girl Friday.”

I give him a look before panic takes over. “Oh, God, I’ve got to pack…”

“No…” He grabs hold of my waist and pulls me back to him, trapping me underneath him. “I order you to stay and ‘service’ me, Hildy.”

“You ‘order’ me?”

“Yes. Service me now. Service me when we’re on the plane tomorrow. Service me all through our trip. Each night. All night.”

“I need to warn Andrew I’m coming.”

“My staff will. Don’t go back to Walter. I’ll let them know you’re coming, let me ring them now. I’ll send someone to help you pack tomorrow morning.”

It’s so absurd, it’s hilarious. I’m like the Cheshire Cat the entire day, waiting for the car to arrive, grinning all the way to the RAF base, onto the plane, into his arms. We’re not discreet as we jump up and into his room the second my nerves stabilise from the shock of takeoff. And it’s so exciting and so ridiculous, I hear laughter peeling from my mouth, making him grin, making him look at me with such a satisfied look in his eyes. We don’t stop laughing through every break of his engagements and I see how happy he looks from the side of each room we enter, meeting and greeting people confidently, with ease. Andrew is more amused with the situation than I’d dared hoped he’d be, and the three of us cackle through dinner, trying not to fall about in laughter at the shocked looks on people’s faces. And then Charles takes my hand and leads me to his room as if this is normal. But it’s not normal.

There are billowing drapes of netting by the doors, deterring the mosquitos, but the breeze that wafts through is still hot, and it’s so humid, my skin feels damp. The room, appropriately, is fit out in the darkest wood and silks and the marble flooring is cool on my feet as I kick off my heels to stand with him. Plumes of netting hang over the bed, obscuring it as we walk around it, looking for the entrance and then we rush to pull off each other’s clothing, in between burning kisses, until we’re completely naked and we push through the netting, into the bed. I have time to stretch my hands on the soft white sheets as he closes up the net and then there’s just the feel of his skin against mine and it’s so hot we slide against each other.

It’s impossibly romantic. Lit solely by the iridescent light of the moon, we make love to each other over and again until we’re both so exhausted, we can barely move but there’s no thought about sleep. We have too much to talk about and too little time together to say everything. He’s lying with his head between my thighs and he’s nibbling on the inside of my knee, making me giggle as we furiously recount the day, too hot to lie together, both of us sticky but neither of us bothered. The fan doesn’t seem to be doing anything to help us. But as the night rolls on, and the dark provides some relief from the stifling heat, we end up entangled and this time, as we make love to each other we can’t help but whisper to each other and his words of love seep into my skin and I have to kiss him to stop me saying them back to him. A kiss which floods through my body as though we’re kissing for the first time, making every movement almost exquisitely unbearable until I can’t do anything but let him take all control, until I’m biting down on his neck to hold in these moans which seem to spill from my mouth with no restraint. And afterwards we don’t speak, for the first time, we just press against each other, caressing each other, kissing each other until sleep takes us and then we wake in the morning, entwined, fingers clasped, nose-to-nose, lips anticipating the sensation of touching again. I hear him groan as his hand grasps up my body and we’re instantly returned to where we were the night before as my skin aches for him and the only thing I can do is pull him closer and we’re pushing together before we’re even fully conscious.

I can’t stay away from him and I don’t want to. All day he’s reached for me, pulled me out into a corridor just to push me against a wall and kiss me, making me gasp before returning to where we’re meant to be. His hands grasping onto me when we sit in a car, kissing furiously when we have a second alone, the need for each other relentless. I find myself staring at him from the side of the room, when I’m allowed in, listening with bated breath to his speech, willing it to go well and then experiencing such an unexpected surge of pride and relief when it does. He looks over at me with anxious, questioning eyes and I can’t help smiling at him, trying to convey with my eyes how well I think he’s done. I want to rush to him and kiss him. Instead, I see him nod at me, relieved as he vacates the stand and circulates to network in the room.

“You treat him like you’re his mother.”

I roll my eyes at my husband and take his arm to navigate the room. “You look very smart.”

“Don’t flatter me to change the subject. I know you far too well, Milla. Your feminine charms don’t work on me. I’m immune.”

“I’m not sure whether that’s meant to be taken as an insult or if you were meaning it positively. I’m going to take it as the latter.”

That makes him laugh but he doesn’t drop the subject. “You always did say he was immature.”

“Evidently it’s a trait I find attractive in men.”

“He treats you like a surrogate mother, and you get a kick out of that?”

“I’m not restricted to that particular branch of immaturity. It comes in many shapes and sizes.”

“That’s why I had to marry someone so much younger than me.”

“You think our age gap evens out the maturity levels?”

“It’s why we’re well suited. We’re on the same page, the same level.”

“Wishful thinking there. I think men require many, many more years.”

“Some more than others. He was diabolical to be with until you entered the room.”

“I’m a calming influence.”

“I don’t know how you put up with it. Maybe you like the attention?”

“I do like the attention.”

“I couldn’t cope with the constant pawing.”

“Not sure he’s really into men. It’s not something you need to worry about.”

“Now that would be scandalous! I’d almost give it a go for the fun of it.”

“Hands off. He’s mine. Anyway, I thought you were otherwise occupied?”

“You’re being uncharacteristically possessive.”

“It’s motherly concern”

“He isn’t actually yours.”

“I’m aware.”

“Just checking. Wouldn’t like a constitutional crisis on our hands…”

It’s such a relief to return to our room for the second night. Such a relief for the end of the sudden curtailing and the half-hearted attempt at discretion. As I pull him as close to me as is physically possible, I get a surge of panic through me. Panic at the intensity of everything. Every kiss. Each conversation we have. The reaction throughout my body from any slight touch to the feeling of him inside me. Panic as I breathe him in and realise I’m inhaling him because I need to. A fear so strong, it takes hold of me as I’m lying, staring into those soft eyes when he tells me how much he loves me. I have to swallow my response, press my thumbs into his face and kiss him.

“You’re shivering.”

“It’s all the exertion.” He laughs at me and swats my stomach. “You don’t want me to hold you then to warm you up?”

That’s the only thing I want at this moment. I curl against him, feeling his arms around my back, slipping my legs between his and smiling as he rolls on top of me, trapping me under him.

“I’ve got a new girlfriend, the one you pointed out. That Diana girl.”

“You choose now to tell me about her?”

“You’re the one insisting that I date all these women.”

“Now… at this point in time? Not this afternoon? No? Now…”

“Why? Are you telling me that you’re jealous?”

“No…”

“You’re lying. I can tell you’re lying.”

It’s not a nice feeling. Both the jealousy and being called out. I scrunch up my nose and to my disgust, he chuckles at me.

“Good. I’m glad that you’re jealous. I hate it when you tell me to find a wife.”

“You still need to. Even if you ‘think’ I’m jealous.”

“But I want you.”

It’s so direct, I almost gasp. Instead, I try to turn the conversation, “You’ve just had me…”

“As my wife. Marry me.”

“What?”

“Marry me, Camilla. Please…”

“Charles…” I feel my heart sinking deep into my stomach.

“Divorce Andrew. Marry me.”

His eyes are staring at me, pleading with me. I’m pinned underneath him, his hands around my wrists which he’s pulled above my head. What am I meant to say? I don’t want to hurt him. I opt for humour, our invariable fallback by the way of a difficult conversation, “Are you mad?”

“Yes. Mad. Madly in love with you. Marry me.” Between kisses, he whispers the words into my ears, against my neck, into my mouth.

I wish I could say yes. “Darling, please don’t ask me to do that.”

“I don’t care about anything but you.”

Here it starts. I can hear the hurt in his voice, the pleading tone. I don’t think I can go through this again. “Then I’m going to turn you down. I won’t let you do that. I’m not going to divorce Andrew. I’m not destroying my children’s lives. I’m not depriving my country of its king. No, Charles, I won’t marry you.”

“What is so wrong with me that you turn me down again?”

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong with you.” I pull my arms away from his grasp and reach around his neck, coaxing him to rest against me. “Everything is wrong with me.”

“There was nothing wrong with you the first time I asked.”

He’s so petulant when he’s hurt. “Other than I’m a subject and not a virgin? I had a ‘history’.”

“I didn’t care.”

“Others did.”

“Who cares what they thought?”

“You’re The Prince of Wales, the future king…”

“Yes, thanks for reminding me, I had forgotten…”

That makes us both laugh, despite the conversation and I feel his fingers across my face and his lips press against mine forcefully, making me gasp, making my stomach somersault.

“If you divorce him, I’ll marry you.”

“You know you can’t. So I’m trapped. I can’t divorce him, it’ll cause a scandal and then I won’t be able to see you.”

“So what do we do?”

“Nothing. I stay with my husband, you marry someone else, that Diana girl might be a good option. You know this. Don’t make things difficult.”

“You mean don’t talk about it?”

“Yes.”

He bites my neck, pulling at it with his teeth, making my skin explode with the contact. I can’t bear this conversation and the hurt I have to bestow on him. I can’t control the surges of hope which try to constrict my words of refusal and the disappointment which stabs at my heart. I can’t bear the crushed look in his eyes as he pleads with me, eyes still so wonderfully innocent and sweet and I kiss him to quieten him. Sometimes words are too painful and the pain too secret to express.

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victoriarambles · 9 months

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okay since a few people have requested some cute little spots, i’ll be writing about them :) again, if you’re in a lee mood you might wanna check this out..

(Again, a shortish one but can you really blame a sleepy girl like that?)

imagine this, love. You’re sitting on your bed, you just can’t seem to fall asleep! You’ve tried everything but your bad thoughts keep making you stay awake, but thats where i come in to help. I sit next to you, gently tracing my fingers mindlessly on your back until i stop as i hear a little squeak once i reach in between your shoulder blades. “What was tha-“ “Nothing!!” you respond before i am able to finish my sentence. I giggle a bit at you, still tracing the shapes in between your shoulder blades. You start giggling a bit and squirming “is something wrong? I thought it was nothing? Why are you so squirmy then huh?” I say, looking at you with a smile as i put my other hand on your stomach, lightly tickling you both between your shoulders and on your stomach lightly, occasionally i speed up on your stomach or wiggle a few more fingers in between your shoulder blades to really get a reaction. “Tickle tickle tickle! Who’s my favourite little ticklish mess! Oh you are!!” I say in a teasy high pitched voice whilst I giggle alongside you, sitting myself down on your hips, grabbing at your thighs to stabilise myself as i hear.. another squeak. “Oh was that ‘nothing’ again, giggles?” I say, lightly pinching at your thighs. When i see you hold your lips shut to try not to laugh i put my hand back onto your stomach, lightly scratching at your thighs whilst i poke at random spots on your stomach. This is making you feel more and more tired due to all your laughing. Once i notice that you are tired enough i stop, bringing you some water and covering you with your blanket. Now being tired, you were able to sleep. I kiss your forehead goodnight “sweet dreams, darling.”

#sfw blog #tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle content #lee #tickle blog #sfw tickles #tickle community

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mexxs-blog · 1 year

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Now, being in between two of the hottest men she had ever laid her eyes on was certainly one of her biggest fantasies, but not being in control in the ring was NOT a familiar territory for Rhea Bloody Ripley.

In the ring, Rhea’s THE nightmare. She brings the brutality to the women’s and men’s division, leaving people laying in her wake, let it be security or her opponents. But today, she was the one getting a beat down.

Solo Sikoa. That name is the reason why she was in this sticky mess, and she was NOT happy. Solo had managed to book a three-way ‘I QUIT’ match between him, ROMAN REIGNS, and Rhea. Rhea had no clue whatsoever how he had managed to get the match booked, considering how uncommon inter-gender matches were in WWE, but here they were.

Rhea had both arms wrapped around the top rings ropes, her body bruised, bleeding, and heaving with exhaustion. They had only been going on for around 10 minutes, but Solo had a lot more stamina than she thought he might have had, and Roman, Oh Roman. He could pick her up so easily, his grip on her body always left a purple bruise, one dark enough to match her ring gear. Roman had unimaginable strength, throwing her around the ring like a rag-doll easily, not drawing a pant from him or breaking a sweat, let alone wearing him out, though she couldn’t say the same for herself, she hadn’t given up fighting yet.

Rhea had decided to take a minute to rest, setting herself down, holding on to the ring ropes with an iron-clad grip so that it was clear she wasn’t going anywhere. But the downside of her rest was that she was paying no mind to what Solo and Roman were planning to do to her. Big mistake.

Rhea knew she had to move eventually, especially if she wanted any chance to get back into the match, so she sucked in a deep breath, summoning her strength to get back up on her feet. Once she did, she walked into the middle of the ring, confusion washing over her as her eyes didn’t happen to land on either Roman or Solo.

But unfortunately for Rhea, her confusion didn’t last long. Rhea was met with a steel chair to the direct middle of her back only seconds later, the hit sending small waves of pain shot down her spine, causing a few of her muscles to contract as if she’d been shocked with volts of electricity. Her arms flung back instinctively as she dropped to her knees, a high cry of pain escaping her mouth.

Now that they had floored her, it was now Solos and Romans time to shine. Roman handed the steel Chair to Solo, who flung it aside, kicking out it out of the ring.

Roman tangled his hand in Rheas dark hair, dragging her to feet, slinging her arm over her shoulder as Solo stood beside her, him and Roman exchanging a slight nod before slipping their hands into the waist band of her shorts, using their upper body strength to lift her upwards, before throwing her forward, making her land face-first onto the ring mat.

Roman then moved behind Rhea, placing his hand on her back, holding her steady as he grabbed her legs, twisting them, eventually putting her into the Texas Cloverleaf submission hold, removing the hand on her back to hold her legs, applying more pressure as he lifted her upwards. In a blur, Rheas hands moved to just above his knees, stabilising herself slightly as she screamed in pain, her legs on fire.

Tears formed on Rheas lashes, her vision blurring slightly as she ground her teeth together, trying to distract herself from the pain that was searing through her legs and upper-body.

Though no matter how hard she tried, Solo brought her back to the pain. He gripped her jaw, making her already aching jaw throb, yelling at her, watching the way she shattered more and more, both because of the pain and the yelling.

Rheas tears dripped down her face, and she knew she couldn’t hold on, so when the referee leaned over her with the mic, she screamed out her submission.

« I QUIT! » Her sentence ending in a defeated sob, the pain from her legs ending abruptly as Roman let her go, causing her body to slam back down, her hands instantly finding her legs, pulling them to her chest.

Romans theme song blared around the stadium, but even the music couldn’t cover the taunting, teasing laughs and taunts from Roman and Solo. Rhea groaned inwardly as her cheeks heated up slightly at the sound of their laughs, raunchy pleasure building in her core. Rhea bared her teeth, staying in character as she rolled onto her stomach, hiding her face from the audience, and even worse, the cameras. But even then, laying in defeat inside the ring in front of 100,000 people wasn’t as bad as what she was going to face backstage, or was it really bad?

She was going to find out quick.

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« Fuck, fuck, FUCK! »

Depraved whimpers fell from Rhea, her head had fallen back onto Solos shoulder, her black-lacquered nails dug into his hair softly, grounding her. All the while, Her black hair messed up and tangled. Solo had both hands on her hips, holding her body steady, watching as Roman pumped his length inside of her, fucking her senseless as his cock dragged against her walls, sending shocks down her body, his intoxicating scent overwhelming her in the best way possible, making her want to cum right then and there, but Rhea knew she couldn’t, not until they said she could.

Romans hand found its way onto her throat, her pulse racing under his fingers as she choked, the tight grip on her throat limiting her breathing. Her eyes rolled back, a lascivious display that just made Roman want to fuck her all the harder. Roman and Solo could both tell how close she was, But instead of letting her finish, he pulled out of her, making her hiss in dissatisfaction, the pleasure that was heating her core only seconds before completely fading. Another ruined orgasm. Solo chuckled darkly from behind Rhea, vibrating her body slightly.

Rhea let out a needy whimper, overstimulation catching up to her quickly as Roman then dragged his hands between her legs, circling her clit gently, before pushing two digits into her. His eyes bored into her, watching as her head fell back, her eyes rolling and mouth dropping as he hooked his fingers slightly, causing a ripple of pleasure to flow down her spine.

« R-Roman! I- » Trying pitifully to form a sentence, Rhea got lost in the steady rhythm of Romans fingers as he added a 3rd finger, keeping his steady pace as he spoke.

« Tell me what you want baby, or i’ll stop. » He growled, using his free hand to stroke her collarbones, making her shiver, whimpering once again.

« please.. oh fuck.. please make me cum- please.. » Her plea was welcomed with a chuckle by Roman, who withdrew his fingers, filling Rhea up with his tongue instead.

Rheas eyes rolled back as she was filled fully with Romans tongue, egging her on, trying to get more of her delicious sweetness out of her. Rhea bucked her hips against his tongue, the amazing warmth filling her pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Saliva dripped down Romans chin, a smug smirk spreading across his face as he watched Rhea fall apart, so close to cumming.

Rhea was so close, but she managed to form a single word, directing it to either Solo or Roman, desperate for release.

« P-please-? »

Solo, who had been watching Rhea get the living daylights fucked out of her, smirked, nodding.

« Cum for us, baby. »

Those four words were all that Rhea needed, tipping over the edge, writhing and panting against Romans tongue as she came, moaning and whimpers filling the room.

Rhea rod out her amazing high on Romans tongue, pulling herself off once overstimulation started to hit. Roman got up from his half-squatting position, putting his arms gently around Rheas bare shoulders.

As Roman whispered sweet nothings gently into Rheas ear, Solo was unzipping his bag, getting out a change of clothes for Both Rhea and Roman.

« You guys better get changed, especially you, Rhea. Your little boys will be waiting for you.. » He chuckled, chucking clean clothes at her.

Rhea caught them, rolling her eyes.

« Shut up, Solo. »

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 2 years

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Precious

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Ramsey

Category: Angsty fluff

Warnings: mentions of a character death, traumatic birth, language.

Summary: The arrival of Hudson Jonah Ramsey.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

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June 4th 2025.

Today was Casey’s last day of work before embarking on five months maternity leave. She had received clearance to remain working as far along as she did and she was hopeful to have been able to work remotely for another week but Ethan had put his foot down. He wanted Casey to rest and enjoy some time for herself before Hudson came along. In all honesty Casey was looking forward to the pregnancy to end, even though they had no significant issues, she was done. The lack of sleep due to Hudson kicking or just general discomfort was really getting to her. The nursery was set and all that was needed was Hudson. Casey had started researching ways to bring on labour naturally much to Ethan’s dismay.

“I am anxious to meet him too but surely wouldn’t it be better to let nature take its course?”

“Yes Ethan, you do not have to carry him, get your insides kicked to high heaven, bladder used as a trampoline…”

Ethan cuts her off with a searing kiss. “Hudson will come when he is good and ready.” He whispers in her ear before kissing her.

The next week flies by. Casey starts to get the occasional bout of braxton hick contractions which she finds frustrating more than anything.

The second week drags. Casey’s discomfort level rises. She is more and more anxious for the pregnancy to end. On the evening of the 27th June Casey starts getting contractions. Ethan surprises himself by how calm he is. At 11pm they arrive at the hospital, Casey’s contractions are still seven minutes apart but she is starting to feel nauseous so they are advised to come in. The observations that are done show nothing amiss and Casey is then offered some pain relief. The pain relief works for a time and the labour steadily progresses. At about three am though, the nausea comes back and it is worse. So much so that even Ethan is concerned. Dr Watson comes in and does some more observations. Casey’s blood pressure is starting to spike and the baby is showing early signs of distress. Ethan starts to spiral. The memories of Delores and how she went into full eclampsia surfacing. Try as she might, she was not able to get Ethan to calm down. Casey was stressed also.

“Ethan, I get why you are spiraling but you are no good to me like this.”

This makes Ethan stop and pay attention for which Dr Watson is relieved. Ethan’s medical brain kicks in. Dr Watson advises that they have two options, continue under more stricter observations or have an emergency c-section now. After going through briefly the pros and cons Casey emphatically states that she wants a c-section now. Ethan is quietly relieved that Casey chose this option. Casey is prepped for surgery and Ethan accompanies her.

The c-section goes without a hitch and not long after Hudson Jonah is delivered, Casey’s blood pressure stabilises. While Casey is being stitched up, Hudson is taken away to be weighed and measured and Ethan cut his cord. He is placed on Casey’s chest for some skin to skin time and he starts suckling at Casey’s breast.

Ethan thought the most joyous moment in his life was when Casey said I do but nothing prepared him for the wave of emotion that he was going through. The high and low of their missed miscarriage in 2023, the joy when they found out that this pregnancy stuck and and the sheer relief and joy that they had welcome baby Hudson Jonah to the world. Try as he might, he could not hold back his tears of joy. Casey was exhausted both physically and emotionally but she too was overjoyed. They were eventually taken back to Casey’s room. Ethan stayed with Casey and Hudson. Casey had a well earned rest. Hudson looked so peaceful in his cot. After about an hour, Hudson started to fuss so Ethan picked him up and held him. Hudson calmed down and Ethan spoke to him.

“Welcome to the world Hudson, I am your dad. Both your mother and I are really happy to meet you despite the fright you gave us. We have loved you from when we first found out about you. We both look forward to getting to know you and the man you will become.”

Meanwhile Casey stirred and got even more emotional seeing Ethan holding and talking to baby Hudson.

“Hey Ethan.” She finally says. Ethan is shook from his reverie.

“Did I wake you sweetheart?”

“No, I woke up by myself.” Ethan gives Hudson to her.

“Hey Hudson, I am your mum. Welcome buddy. We already love you so much.” She holds him, looking at him. Ethan sitting beside Casey on the bed and looking longingly at his son. Unbeknownst to both of them Tobias had happened to walk by. He snapped a picture of the moment and sent it to Ethan.

“I never thought I would have seen either of you more in love than in this moment.” Is what he said.

When Ethan finally saw the message he couldn't agree more.

The next five days were a blur of visitors from their friends and Alan as well as Naveen. Casey’s parents were coming a week later which she was thankful for as she wanted some time with Ethan to get into a semblance of a routine. It was exhausting for both of them but neither could be happier that baby Hudson was now, finally in their lives.

Authors note: Hudson is now born. I have no idea what going into natural labour is like so if anyone has read this and said that does not seem right I apologise. I have had preeclampsia myself with my first child from a much earlier relationship and I was in for a c-section the next day. If you made it his far thank you.

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hufflepuffwithaslytherinkink · 1 year

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Tacenda - Chapter 17 Snippet

Eleanor grabs a book and settles down as Liv has her nap. Joe left just before their parents and intends on spending the entire night at Ben’s so Eleanor has the entire house to herself.

Blissful peace.

She’s lost in the plot when she hears muttering outside. She lowers her book furrowing her brow, the noise stops and she starts to read again assuming it was just someone in their garden.

She gets through a page and a half when she hears scuffling.

Eleanor bookmarks her page before walking to her bedroom window and looking outside. She freezes seeing a tall dark-haired figure in a cloak climbing up the tree by her bedroom window.

She quickly pulls her window open to throw something at the person when they turn their face towards her.

“Theo?” She asks her mouth falling open in surprise.

Thank God she sleeps at the back of the house.

“Um, yeah.” He states, clinging to the tree tightly. “Maybe you should keep your voice down. It’s probably best your brother doesn’t know I’m here.”

Eleanor blinks at him. Had she gone into a food coma? That happens at Christmas right?

“Why are you here?”

“Maybe we could talk about that once I’m inside.” He says adjusting his grip slightly, he seems to be struggling. “Any chance you could give me a hand?”

Eleanor lets her eyes travel over him before realising how high up he is from the ground.

“Oh fuck, hurry up and get in.” She gasps reaching out of the window and holding her hand towards him.

He reaches out using her to stabilise himself before placing his foot on her windowsill. Thank God the tree is so close to her room.

“On 3.” He says.

“What?”

“1, 2, 3.” On 3 he kicks himself away from the tree and towards her, Eleanor lets out a startled scream as he flies through her window and knocks her backwards.

They land on the floor Eleanor letting out a gasp as her head hits the carpet, Theo landing full force on top of her.

He manages to put his arms out preventing most of his weight from landing on her but they’re still tangled together on the floor.

“What was that?” Eleanor cries out, rubbing the back of her head.

Why did he do that? Why was he even there? Why did he climb a tree?

“Shh.” He hushes her, his eyes darting to her door. “Someone might here.”

Eleanor lets out an annoyed grunt as she tries to move.

“No one’s here.” She tells him.

“What?” He looks down at her, his eyes full of surprise. They’re truly mesmerising. “So I didn’t have to climb up a tree?”

“No you didn’t have to climb up a tree. We have a front door you know.”

“I didn’t want anyone to see me.”

“Yes because climbing a tree is so inconspicuous, we have neighbours you know. One’s who aren’t accustomed to seeing people in cloaks or teenage boys climbing into my bedroom window.”

Theo smirks down at her. “I’d hope not. Glad I’ve got to be another of your firsts.”

Eleanor shoots him an annoyed look giving him a shove to get him off her.

Theo goes back willingly, seeming surprised at how he’s lying on top of her.

“Why are you here?” She asks sitting up and wincing at a pain that shoots across her backside.

Theo looks at the floor his face falling into a melancholy expression.

“I just needed a breather.” He says bringing his knees up to his chest.

Eleanor watches him for a second. “Theo, are you okay?”

Theo turns to look at her his lips pressed into a tight line.

He takes a shaky breath before answering. “I’m sure I will be.”

“Oh Theo.” Eleanor says shuffling towards him and placing her hand on his knee.

Theo stares at it with a strange expression, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.

Eleanor goes to ask him what’s wrong when she hears Liv start to cry.

Damn it, she forgot she was babysitting.

“What is that?” Theo asks looking towards her door with a horrified expression.

Eleanor clambers to her feet rubbing her backside as the movement sends another wave of pain across her bum.

“My little sister… are you staring at my bum?” She asks shocked as she notices Theo watching the movement of her hand.

His eyes widen shooting to her face.

“No.” He says quickly before his face pulls into a cocky smirk. “I could help though if you like.”

Eleanor rolls her eyes as Liv lets out another cry. She quickly turns making her way towards Liv’s room.

She picks Liv up holding her close, comforting her as she kisses away her little tears.

“I’m sorry sweetie, was it scary waking up alone?” She coos walking back into her own room.

Theo is stood by her bookshelf examining the contents, he quickly looks up as she enters carrying Liv his eyes widening.

“What’s the matter?” Eleanor asks. “Never seen a baby before?”

Theo shakes his head. “Can’t say that I have.”

Eleanor watches Theo’s reaction as Liv buries her face in Eleanor’s jumper.

“Come here then.” She says walking over to her bed.

She settles herself down cuddling Liv, who’s no longer crying.

Theo watches them anxiously.

“She won’t bite.” Eleanor laughs. “She’s only got about 4 teeth anyway.”

Theo eyes Liv dubiously before walking over and sitting down beside Eleanor.

Eleanor holds Liv so Theo can see her.

“Oliva this is Theo, Theo this is my little sister Liv.” Eleanor says making Liv giggle before babbling utter nonsense.

Theo raises an eyebrow. “Um pleasure to meet you. Can she understand me?”

Eleanor shrugs. “I think so but she doesn’t really understand what things mean at the same time. Like she knows us and she cries for mum and dad. She knows her bottle and her favourite toys but she wouldn’t know about things like clothes, she doesn’t care you’re wearing a cloak, same as she wouldn’t care if you were naked.”

Theo gives Eleanor a startled look before smirking.

“Is that you trying to get me naked Eleanor?” He teases.

“Oh piss off.” She states making him snigger.

“I’m just teasing. Although you’d only have to ask.”

What does that mean?

Liv starts to grumble.

“I don’t think she likes your jokes.” Eleanor tells Theo as Liv grumbles again, pressing her fist into her mouth.

“Sorry.” Theo quickly apologises.

Eleanor chuckles resting Liv against her shoulder.

“She’s just hungry, come on I need to make her a bottle.” She says scooting off the bed and walking towards the landing.

Theo waits a moment before following after her, he stares at them both curiously.

Eleanor bounces a grumpy Liv as she puts the kettle on and start to pull out what she needs. Theo watching her with fascination.

Once the kettle has boiled she turns to Theo.

“Could you hold her for a minute? Just whilst I use the hot water.” She asks.

Theo looks petrified but nods silently all the same. Eleanor smiles at how cute it is he’s scared of her tiny little sister.

“Here.” She hand Liv over, adjusting Theo’s grasp. He gives her a scared glance before looking down at Liv who’s staring at him wide eyed.

They stare at each other silently before Liv bursts into loud giggles.

Theo lets out a startled laugh. “Hi.” He says in a shocked tone.

“She likes you.” Eleanor states mixing the baby formula.

Theo grins as he bounces Eleanor lightly.

“I like her.” He says.

Eleanor grins at him before focusing on the formula again.

As soon as the bottle’s made she walks back to her room, Theo following slowly with Liv. Obviously scared of dropping her.

She smiles as he sits beside her on the bed still cuddling Liv to his chest.

“Do you want to feed her?” Eleanor asks.

Theo looks at her with a horrified expression. “I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“It’s easy.” Eleanor states putting the bottle on her side table. “Turn her like this, that’s it. then put this muslin across her, hold the bottle like this. Perfect. Now just hold it and she’ll do the rest.”

Theo watches with wide eyes as Liv drinks the bottle, her little fingers wrapping around Theo’s that hold the bottle.

“This is nice.” He mumbles. Eleanor nods watching them.

“I enjoy it.”

Theo gives her a quick smile before turning back to Liv.

“She looks like you.” He states.

Eleanor startles at that she looks down at Liv, she supposes they do look alike. They have the same shaped face and strawberry blonde hair.

“Except for the eyes.” Theo continues. “Her eyes are brown, yours are sky blue.”

Eleanor freezes hearing that. She never thought Theo would know what colour her eyes are.

“I suppose.” Eleanor replies.

“No suppose about it.” Theo continues. Liv turns her head away from the bottle and Theo instantly panics.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks.

Eleanor shakes her head taking the bottle from him. “No, she’s just full. She only has one bottle a day now, two if she gets hungry at night we’re trying to get her off them completely and onto just solid food but it’s good for nutrients or something.”

“Right.” Theo nods though Eleanor has a feeling he doesn’t have a clue what she’s on about.

“You know she might need winding.” Eleanor says. “She’s pretty old but sometimes she struggles with getting her own wind up still.”

“What’s that?” He asks.

“It’s just getting the air she swallowed with the milk up, she can do it herself usually but not always. If you put her on your shoulder like this, yep and then pat her back gently. Harder than that. Perfect. Don’t be surprised if she burps, that’s the goal.” Eleanor tells him.

Theo continues to wind Liv giving her a startled look. Eleanor giggles, not only at Theo’s reaction but also the surrealness of it all.

Theo Nott is in her bedroom winding her baby sister. What is happening in the world.

To make things even better Liv not only burps but is sick down Theo’s back.

Eleanor gasps, her eyes widening at the pure white baby vomit traveling down Theo’s black cloak and possible soaking into his suit underneath.

“What was that?” He asks.

Eleanor reaches forward taking Liv from him.

“I’m sorry but she was a little bit sick on you.” She cringes.

Theo strains his head back trying to see, pulling a disgusted face before gagging.

Eleanor can’t contain her laughter.

“Eleanor this isn’t funny.” Theo complains.

Eleanor snorts. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just be thankful it didn’t come out of the other end.” She states.

“What?” Theo asks in horror.

Eleanor giggles again. “It happens. Hang on I’ll get you some of Joe’s clothes and I’ll put yours in a wash.” She states placing Liv on her bed. “Watch Liv for me.”

She quickly runs out of the room hearing Theo talking to Liv as she goes.

“Don’t laugh, this is your fault.”

She smiles at the stupidity and cuteness of it.

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kimarisgundam · 3 months

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(Not irl, just Cyberpunk Red stuff 😅)

Omg, this is so messed up. But I'm excited for the future story trajectory cos our DM will definitely use this against us 🤣

My Netrunner's elder brother (NPC) is dead. Exec delivered the killing shot. In terms of irl, everyone in the party knows what happened

But in game my Netrunner and our Rockerboy were unconscious

Wraith and Solo2 saw Solo1 fight my brother, but they didn't see how the fight ended cos they were trying to get Rockerboy and me out of the building

Solo1's had psychosis when he squared up against my Netrunner's brother, so he can't remember anything. He doesn't know that he subdued my brother, but Exec was the one who shot his neck

Exec pinned my brother's death on Solo1 losing control. Solo2 and Wraith believe him cos Solo1 has a history of psychosis

Solo1 is overwhelmed by guilt and fear (that my Netrunner will hate him), so his psychosis is starting to worsen again

Exec then turns around and comforts Solo1 and tells him that he will help him "fix" this. But he, Solo2, and Wraith must go along with Exec's lie

"MaxTac killed him. I'm sorry, we tried to intervene... but I couldn't risk our crew's life to save him" -> is what he told me and Rockerboy

Then he blackmails my Netrunner's bio father by saying that he'll help cover up the incident so her father won't lose face IF her father agrees to stop threatening us

Cos if word gets out that the bodyguard of a high-ranking Arasaka department head went berserk it'll be a PR problem and dad will get heat from the corp

^ we are all mad at my friend/Exec. But also kinda think he's really cool 🤣??

The way my friend walked up to our DM with an excel sheet and examples of construction blueprints to justify why they should be allowed to bash down the wall with a vehicle and grenades to save my Netrunner and Rockerboy 🤣

My Netrunner was doing death rolls (cos I overloaded on hacks and fried her brain...) and holding on to Rockerboy's unconscious body trying to drag him away from her brother...

and Exec just cooly and calmly walks in front of them and started firing a grenade launcher at her brother to push him back 🤣

I hype up the drama by RPing cos I thought my character was 99% going to die... so I gave a speech about how I know he looks like a monster to them, but no matter what, he's my brother. I can't leave my big brother

I'm tired of everything anyway. I'm tired of fighting this city. Maybe if I die, I can finally be free 🥲

Please just take Rockerboy and go. I can't let my best friend die cos of me. I've hurt him enough 🥲

^ But my friend/Exec literally told me to shut up and stop being a whining little B 🤣

He was like Rockerboy isn't dying here and neither am I. Solo2 is coming to stabilise me soon, so I better pass all my death rolls or he'll use my ashes as cat litter if I dare die 🤣

#omg 🤣#i thought my Cyberpunk Red character was going to die 🤣#personal

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nathanlnes · 1 year

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● Finally, one has to do a market survey and find out if there are any binoculars in NZ that meet some or all of the above criteria and if available, whether those binoculars fall within one’s desired budget.

Some criteria to consider when choosing a pair of binoculars in New Zealand

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● Balance: This is something that one has to check in person. A well-balanced pair of binoculars is easy to hold and does not put pressure on the hands, wrists and arm muscles. Binoculars that are not well balanced, on the other hand, make holding the binoculars up to one’s eyes for extended periods of time very difficult and put a lot of strain and stress on one’s arms, hands and fingers. However, most good-quality binoculars on the New Zealand market are designed to be well-balanced.

● Eye relief: This is a very important aspect for people who wear spectacles. People who wear glasses cannot get their eyes as close to the lenses as people who do not wear glasses, therefore, such people require a longer eye relief of at least 15mm in order to be able to see full images.

Final take:

When going camping in the wilds of New Zealand, a pair of binoculars can be considered to be one of the most important pieces of camping gear in NZ that one can invest in. It can be used to not only study the terrain and spot wildlife but can also be used to spot approaching storms and other forms of inclement weather. When looking to purchase a pair of quality camping binoculars in NZ, one should keep a lot of points in mind in order to choose the most suitable model for one’s needs.

This article aims to inform readers about what they should look out for when choosing the perfect pair of binoculars for themselves. Good quality binoculars are available in many online and offline shops in NZ, however, if one is confused regarding which store to visit, then he/she can check out Dwights Outdoors. They have both brick-and-mortar shops and an online store and they stock a wide variety of high-quality binoculars with different types of features to suit every need and budget.

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tonyfergusonblogs · 1 year

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How to Invest in Real Estate Wisely

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junyanzhang · 2 years

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The part of my work 2

Another view (from inside to outside) : Seen from the outside, it is an irregularly shaped sculptural structure, with triangles holding and shaping the work. The internal structure of the work is the uplift and irregularity of the cardboard interior. If you stand on the inside and look up, there is a visual and balance that is constantly opening up. In addition, the triangular part extending from the interior also plays a cantilever effect, so that the interior of the work is not only harmonious and uneven, perhaps a kind of "interactive effect".

Reflection：In addition to thinking about what I want to achieve in the end, I also think about how to fix the cardboard with simple materials to stabilise the whole.

I try to use leftover materials or scraps in each of my pieces to minimise waste. That is why it is important to think about ecological or social issues when analysing the work of other artists.

It also proves that a good work does not have to be made of expensive or high-tech materials, but that there may be materials everywhere around us that can be used satisfactorily.

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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harmless (ix)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, sex jokes, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, anxiety

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: a lot of requests came in last week, so cool and thank you for sending them in!! i’ll try my best to write them if they weren’t originally what i had planned for this series bc they’re so cute kfjdghdf. also hey shoutout to @i-reblog-fics-i-like for suggesting the backstory thing!

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

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Hot single in your area! 😈 Find your solemate!

Somehow it bypasses Bucky’s spam folder and is in his primary email. SHIELD tech is too advanced to let fake mails like this reach him and this doesn’t make sense. Unless it was one of the stupid dating websites he signed up for.

Leaving aside the obvious typo in the subject, he clicks on it, hoping it doesn’t unleash a virus onto his computer.

He’s instead greeted with a poorly Photoshopped picture of you at a bar with a martini in your hand. He doesn’t have to look too hard to see that the martini is, in fact, an emoji. Off to a terrible start already.

Right beside it is an even worse image, an imitation of an early Internet chat box.

Harbinger of Doom just sent you a message!

Come to the empty lot near lair. Bring goggles. 😩💦

Decline/Accept

He wants to strangle you.

______

“Why did you curse my eyes so early in the morning?” He spots you at the top of the lair, speaking loudly so that it hopefully reached you.

“What?” you yell back down instead. “If you’re saying something, I can’t hear you.”

He rolls his eyes. He pulls his phone from his pocket and presses on your contact.

He watches the look of confusion morph into one of slight surprise when you reach into your pocket and pull out your call.

“Don’t ever send an image like that to me again,” he says directly.

“If that one image is too much for you, how will we ever make our sex tape?”

His mouth opens and shuts like goddamn fish.

He can hear your laughter even without the phone.

“First of all- stop laughing- first of all, a sex tape is never going to happen. Second of all, I have a debriefing to go to, we need to make this quick.”

He holds up a finger when he sees you begin to say something. By the look of trouble painted all over your face, he knows it’s going to be a dumb innuendo.

“Thirdly, why are you standing there?”

“I watched The Last Airbender,” you say once your cackling dies down.

“I like that show.” He did. Peter sometimes watched it when he came over and Bucky more often than not joined in.

“I know, you told me.”

Oh.

“Okay, what now?”

“Put your goggles on.” You take one step towards the ledge.

“What are you doing?” The goggles don’t do anything to shield him from the sun, considering that they’re not tinted. Maybe he could invest in those.

You send him a smile, taking a step further. His walk towards the building turns into a jog, then a sprint when you’re basically standing on the edge.

You spread your arms out like Jesus Christ himself before flinging yourself off the building. His stomach drops.

His phone falls to the ground, discarded to the side as he sprints to break your landing.

It never comes.

Instead, a gust of wind smacks him in the face, forcing him a few steps backwards.

“I am now an air bender.” your eyes shone. “Kind of.”

Just like that, the show was ruined.

He wipes the dust on from his glasses that he now understands why you made him wear. Considerate, for a person who nearly just gave him a heart attack.

“Why.” It’s not even a question, just a statement.

“You know how the Tower has a giant ‘A’ on the side?”

He stares at you.

“I‘m gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of it.”

Pepper would not like that.

“That’s not even evil.”

“Yeah, but it’d annoy your super friends,” You do a flip midair, testing out the repulsors that were tied around your palms, “and I’m the voice of the people.”

You’re too high for him to reach. He doesn’t have his tools, or anything useful on him considering that he never had to use them before. He couldn’t even launch himself at you from the side of the building because you’d just move out of the way. He could jump really high but it would just have the same consequence.

He could talk and keep you distracted but that worked once, it wouldn’t again. At least not for long.

Fuck, he really had only one option.

He leaves you to do your somersaults and turns, walking over to where he dropped his phone. It’s an upgrade from the brick he was using a while ago, but not a high end Stark model. A smartphone, but barely.

He sighs, punching in the number and holding it up to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” you yell from above him.

“Go back to your shitty aerobics,” he yells back.

You pause for a second. “Was that a fucking pun, James Bar-”

The dial tone ends when someone picks up. He diverts his attention back to the call.

“Hey man, I-

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“It’s probably something stupid,” Sam doesn’t even sound annoyed, just uninterested.

“I need your wings.”

“I was right. Bye.”

It was a long shot anyway.

“Fuckin’ hold on a second.” He sees you disintegrate a concrete block by having it drop from the air. “You come here and fix this, then. She’s air bending now.”

“...like Avatar?” Sam unsurprisingly got the reference.

Peter’s interests were usually shared by everyone in the Tower, just because they had to compensate for the teasing he had to endure. It led to a lot of geeky documentaries and occasional musicals. Bucky wouldn’t be caught dead humming songs from Thoroughly Modern Millie under his breath.

“Yeah.”

“You want me to come and fight your girlfriend,” he says slowly.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Bucky urges, “and yes, I need help. Can’t exactly reach her when she’s twenty feet above me.”

“We have a briefing in 30 minutes. Why did you even go there today?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that. Just looks up at you smacking one of the repulsors against your thigh when it sputters for a second. It’s tradition.

“Well?” Bucky ignores his question.

“Fine,” Sam’s voice is distant for a second as he agrees. “Clint’s asking if he can come too.”

“Fuck no.” One of them was more than enough and Sam was way better at negotiation.

He hears a faint profanity from who he assumed was Clint before the call cuts.

He takes a seat on the ground and waits.

“You’re not going to make any effort to stop me?” You have your arms pressed to your side, palms pointed downwards to keep you afloat.

“I could just throw things at you again.” He makes a mention towards the small pebbles.

“I will fuck you up if you even try,” you warn. He lifts his arms in surrender. “So that’s it. You’re just going to sit there.”

“To be honest, I couldn’t care less if you painted the building,” he says with the least amount of interest he could muster, not that that was very hard.

“Do you not like your team?”

“I do.” He isn’t lying. “But they’re little shits.”

“I can draw a couple of dicks on their window, no problem,” you say offhandedly.

He looks up at you through his fingers. “That won’t be required.”

Although it was appreciated.

“Cool, so then I’m gonna go.” You make a mention of the utility belt on your waist. He looks at the many spray cans that decorate it.

“What colour are you going with?” he interrupts quickly. Fuckin’ Sam. What was the point of wings if he couldn’t get here in 2 minutes?

“Red, probably.” You look down. “I got purple and white just in case.”

“Building’s dark, red is good.”

“You really don’t care, do you?” You lower yourself down to the ground, a few feet ahead of him. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” For fucks’ sake, Sam. “You really don’t like superheroes, do you?”

“I don’t have anything against them.”

“Then why do you do this every week?”

This was wading into personal territory and he did not like it.

“Well.” Your eyebrows knit together. “Because I want to. It’s fun.”

“No other reason?”

“Do I need to have another reason?” You push your palm downwards, sending you back up into the air. “Can’t I just be evil because I want to?”

“Sure,” he says. He’s heard worse reasons. “Why not?”

“Besides, if you think I don’t like superheroes then you should meet Jake.”

“Who’s Jake?” He hadn’t ever heard you mention him before because he’d remember if you had.

“My roommate.”

“I didn’t see him when I came over.”

“That’s because we’re not conjoined at the hip.” It takes you a second to stabilise. “Besides, he grabbed the water while I got the bracelet but he refused to come say hi.”

Bucky looked down at his wrist. It was still there. He found himself fidgeting with it more often than not.

“He hates superheroes?”

“He has a valid reason.” Your eyes widen in worry when your head suddenly dips.

“What is it?” He knows the height at which you’re at isn’t very dangerous but if need be, he’s close by.

“Come find out.” Your eyes shone mischievously. “But yeah, no reason for me to be evil.”

“Not even a tragic backstory?”

“None. But if you want it, I can give you one, Barnes.” You test the waters, seeing how long you can lie horizontally. “Can’t promise you’ll like it though.”

“Try me.” He has time to kill. He’s a good listener.

“Well, it all started with my family- a troop of gorillas.” You flip over to lie on your back. “They practically raised me, they did. Until my gorilla mother died and I was all but consumed by grief and-”

“Your mother was a gorilla?” He entertains the notion.

“Or was it my father?” you ask thoughtfully. “I don’t know, I don’t remember. Anyway, I met a-”

“Just to clarify, none of this is real, right?” he interjects.

You stare at him. He stares at you.

“Bucky, that’s the plot of Tarzan,” you say slowly, “or at least whatever I remember of it... which I’m beginning to realise isn’t much.”

“Just clarifying.” He leans back again.

“Anyway so then when my mother, the deer-”

“Gorilla.”

“Whatever. Was killed, I escaped to some place-”

“Where?”

“Somewhere. And I stayed with these seven men-”

“Why seven?” He actually remembers watching this movie with his sister when it came out. An early memory, a bit faded. He remembers how long he saved up for the ticket.

“Because character development. And then I realised the reason my life was so weird was because there was a rat controlling me by pulling on my hair-”

“What the fuc-”

“If you ask any more questions, I’m going to stop.”

Bucky blinks at you. “So that’s your backstory.”

“Raw and uncut, baby.”

“Just to get this straight, your mother, the gorilla deer-”

“Witch.”

“Huh?”

“She was a witch who stole my hair.”

“Wha-”

He’s interrupted by the giant shadow cast by something that flies overhead.

Fucking finally.

He doesn’t even have to look up. Sam does a small glide to the ground, landing gracefully beside him.

Bucky finds you speechless but straightened up from your earlier posture.

“Buck,” Sam greets him.

“Sam,” he says in return, getting up from his place.

A grin spreads across your face. “Mr. Sam Wilson. No way.”

“You’re Y/N, I’m assuming?” Sam offers, posture relaxed. He clearly wasn’t here to fight.

“The one and only.” You tear your eyes away from Sam to glare at Bucky. “Barnes, if you had told me we were expecting guests, I would have dressed better.”

Bucky furrows his eyebrows in suspicion at you. You’d dress up for Sam.

You dressed up like a suburban tourist dad for him. He was feeling the offence incoming.

“Can’t count on him to be useful in any situation.” Alright, he did not call Sam just to have the both of you team up against him.

“Normally I’d agree with you but he did just invite you here, so...” you trail off, looking at Sam expectantly.

What the shit.

Sam smirks. Bucky switches rapidly back and forth between the both of you.

“I see why Buck keeps coming back every week.” It doesn’t take long for him to catch on, enlisting a feeling of triumph from you.

“I can’t see why he doesn’t just stay at home everyday if this is the view.” You gesture to him.

This is not what Bucky wanted.

“Okay,” Bucky interrupts, “what is going on here?”

“Pure chemistry, I’d say.” You’re half tempted to bite your lip to seal the deal.

“I agree.” Sam just nods, completely and utterly serious.

You think that you’ll give him a gift basket just for playing along despite meeting you for the first time at that moment.

“Get a room.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Maybe we will.” You tap your finger against your lip in thought. “How do you feel about Indian food, Sam?”

“Very positively.”

Bucky grits his teeth. “If you’re not planning to spray paint the Tower, can you just hand over the repulsers so we can go home for the day?”

You let out a small tsk in disapproval. “See what I have to deal with?”

“Can’t imagine how you do it every weekend,” Sam says dryly, not wasting a second in replying.

“Hello?” Bucky waves his arm around. “She’s the villain here.”

“Your face is the villain here.” You tear your eyes away from Sam only to glare at him. “He won’t even wear a cape. Why am I the only one who brings their A-Game every week?”

“Sam just get the damn-”

“You should wear a cape, man.” Bucky’s absolutely sure that even Sam knows it’s a ridiculous idea.

“I’m not wearing a fuckin’ cape,” he grumbles.

“What are your thoughts on swords, then?” Your finger finds a place under your chin in deep contemplation. “You’d look great with a sword.”

Bucky buries his face in his palms. “Sam, for the love of God.”

“Okay, alright.” Sam finally gives in with a small chuckle. He runs a few steps to get a small head start before launching himself into the air, whizzing past your levitating figure. He does a neat little flip midair before matching your height.

Showoff.

“How difficult are you gonna make this, Wilson?” you ask, a smirk on your face.

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky exhales, looking at the both of you through his goggles.

“What’s your play here?” Sam calls out loudly.

“Was gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of the Tower.”

“After the ‘A’?”

“After the ‘A’,” you confirm.

“Now that’s too small,” Sam tutted. “You gotta think bigger. Paint the whole Tower.”

“Sam!” Bucky looks horrified.

“Hmm.” You look like you’re considering it. “Don’t have enough paint for that though.”

“You’re an evil genius, right?” Sam casts a small glance at Bucky. “At least that’s what he tells me.”

“You talk about me?” You grin at the disgruntled man on the ground.

“I don’t,” he mutters, shaking his head. A lie.

“Yeah, so build something,” Sam points out. “Get some more paint. I’ll even tell you the best vantage points to spill it.”

“No, he won’t,” Bucky shouts from below.

“He’s just cranky because he didn’t get his prune juice this morning, ignore him,” Sam dismisses him.

Prune juice? He was a young 100, not ancient.

“What’s your favourite colour, Falcon?”

“I like red.”

As annoyed as Bucky is right now, he stores that away in his memory for later. He also knows Sam loves seafood and a good pair of shoes.

“A couple of gallons of red paint it is, then.” You lower yourself to the ground, Sam slowly follows suit until he lands beside Bucky.

“You know we can’t let you go without taking those, right?” Bucky tilts his head towards your invention.

You narrow your eyes at him. He doesn’t budge.

“I’ll tell ya what,” Sam pipes in instead. “I’ll keep them until you finish getting the paint and once you’re done, we’ll make an evening out of vandalising the Tower.”

Bucky may not enjoy his company all that much but he admires Sam’s diplomacy. Of course, you would never make it this easy while reasoning with him.

“That a promise, Mr. Wilson?” You raise your eyebrow at him questioningly but are already in the process of removing the things from your hand.

“Wouldn’t ever lie to you, doll.” He holds up his hand in a mock swear.

You walk towards Bucky and him, rotating your wrists to get rid of the soreness. “Bold claim for a man who met me ten minutes ago.”

“Feels like it’s been longer.” He sends you a wink and you can’t stop the laugh the escapes from you finally.

Bucky holds his hand out for the gadgets. You shrink away from him with a click of your tongue.

“Technically, he takes this round.” You send a nod towards Sam, dropping off the repulsors into his hand. “So he gets it.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You gonna keep ‘em safe?” you ask Sam, this time a little more earnestly.

“Guard it with my life,” he says seriously, pressing his lips together in a line to avoid smiling.

“You’re both ridiculous,” Bucky cuts in.

“You’re going to be late.” Sam tucks the devices into his pocket safely. “You know how Steve gets when people walk in on his speeches. Do you even have a ride?”

“Got the motorcycle.”

“See you there.” Sam nods.

“Save me a place,” Bucky says to him.

“No.” He doesn’t even hesitate. “Y/N. It was a pleasure.”

“Still holding you to that evening, Sam.” You send him a smile.

“I’m countin’ on it.” He gives you a small three finger salute before taking off, leaving you staring after his retracting figure.

When the dust settles, Bucky awkwardly clears his throat. “Right. So that was that.”

“Dude,” you let out an exhale. “he’s so hot.”

He murmurs something unintelligible. It vaguely sounds like a series of threats but mostly a list of complaints.

“Don’t you have a meeting to get to?” You turn your attention back to him.

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you going to be late?” You glance at the clock on your phone.

“I’ll just tell them I was on a mission.” Well, sort of. “Besides, what are they gonna do? Kick me out?”

“Fair enough.” You shrug. “Have a safe ride back.”

From what he knows of you and Sam, the both of you were kidding around. But he could never be too sure. He can’t even ask if you were serious about the entire thing because it’s none of his business.

Were the implications of having his mortal nemesis and other mortal nemesis date important enough to overrule that?

“Are you planning to skip your meeting, or?” you ask when he remains freezes in his spot, eyes glazed over like he’s thinking about something. “Because if you are, I know this great Thai place-”

“Don’t do that again,” he says instead, shaking his head to jolt him out of his thoughts.

“What?”

“Flinging yourself off roofs like that.”

“Why?” Because it scared the hell out of him, for one.

“Just don’t.”

“Oh please, like you’ve never done dangerous shit like that before.” You narrow your eyes at him, reading his face. “Are you telling me you care about me?”

“No.” His nose twitches. “Just don’t throw yourself off buildings when I’m around.”

“What about when you’re not?”

“As long as I’m not there to witness it.” He shrugs, spinning on his heel to leave. Technically he preferred if you didn’t do things like that at all.

“Fine. I’ll just have my clone try out all the dangerous stuff for me.”

He stops in his tracks. “You have a clone?”

“Well,” You squint, “no. But I’m working on it.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Bye Y/N.”

“You know, it sounds an awful lot like you’re saying we’re friends.” Your whole demeanour changes and he already knows what’s coming.

“I never said that,” he argues vehemently. “All I said was that I can’t have your murder on my hands.”

“Thus implying that we’re friends. In a fucked up, enemies kind of way.” You positively beam at him. “Aw, Barnes, that’s adorable.”

Adorable? Adorable?

“I hate you.”

“I love you, too, bestie,” you gush, dumb grin on your face. “I’ll make us friendship rings next time. What are your thoughts on matching tattoos?”

He wants to cry.

______

By the time Sam walks into the meeting room, the session’s already begun. He shoots an apologetic look to a monologuing Steve before taking his place at the nearest chair available.

Something sharp pokes his thigh. His wings are off and in the backpack beside him, but then he remembers your little inventions that were still in his pocket.

He tries not to make much of a noise while he pulls them out, giving them a look over to make sure they’re not broken.

“Watcha got there, Big Bird?” Tony asks lowly from beside him.

“Something that Barnes’ enemy made.” Sam holds it up slightly.

“The one he’s been rendezvousing around town with every weekend?”

“That’s her.” He’s about to put it in his backpack when Tony stops him.

“Pass that here for a second.” He recognises it immediately for what it is, interest piqued.

Sam hands one of them over while he puts the other back in the bag. It’s a metallic circle, not bigger than Tony’s palm, with a thick leather strap to tie it around your palm.

“She made this?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” Sam mentions towards Bucky who silently slips into the conference room, standing in the corner near the potted plant since there were no more chairs left.

“The balance has gotta be off on this thing,” he mutters to himself, wholly ignoring the brooding man standing in the corner like a Christmas tree.

“She seemed to be manoeuvring it fine,” Sam catches the eye of a lower ranking agent who makes the mistake of glaring at him for talking while the meeting was going on. A few seconds later the agent hastily looks away and doesn’t turn around for the rest of the hour.

“Could be better.” He uses a much more intricate model for his suits, although this isn’t even half-bad for a homemade version. “Do you know how long she took to make this?”

“Buck says she comes up with a new one every week, so I’m guessing that long.”

It had a few glitches but it was incredibly refined for a week’s worth of work.

“Interesting.” He gives it a quick overlook before handing it back to Sam who drops it into the bag.

He casts a swift glance at Bucky, noting how he wasn’t even paying attention to the meeting but rather to whatever he had tied around his metal wrist, fidgeting with it with his thumb.

Tony has an idea.

And that was generally bad news.

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So, I noticed you write for Peter Pettigrew,,, I was wondering if you could write something for him and a female s/o? Where he has to introduce his incredibly shy, Hufflepuff s/o to the other Marauders. Bonus points if she’s short, like 4’11-5’0. You can ignore this if you’d prefer not to write it. Have a wonderful day.

i will always write for my baby. your wish is my command. also sorry if this isn’t what you were imagining!

Young!Peter Pettigrew x fem!reader

summary: For days Peter had been non-stop talking to his friends about his girlfriend and for the life of them, they could never catch him with her. Peter hated getting bothered by them as much as he did so to put them at ease, he arranges an introduction.

word count: 2,307

warning: swearing.

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The hallways of Hogwarts were ones of great architecture and historic stories that the many portraits of old witches and wizards absolutely loved to talk and brag about. Students and ghosts alike walked along the corridors every day without really admiring it apart from when statues liked to jump out at them or portraits grabbed their attention with things varying from manic laughter to noisy singing. It truly was a work of art.

It looked like somewhere royals or people in high society back in the olden days would come to stay for their Honeymoon or just for a small change of scenery and no matter how strict the rules, how tidy the uniforms or how high the expectations, students definitely did not act as tidy or as civilised as a royal or a lady or lord would do.

A prime example would be groups of rowdy teenage boys thinking insulting innocent bystanders or making creepy comments about a girls body would be a proper thing to do in a hallway as grand as the ones in Hogwarts. Another example would be the much rowdier, much more irresponsible pranksters of Hogwarts that rivalled against the other boys in witty comments or just funny circumstances.

You often rolled your eyes at their work or mutter quietly about them under your breath when they passed, practically yelling for the whole corridor to hear unless they were about to pull a prank and whispering which is where you would normally make your leave from that particular corridor. But they seemed to be everywhere you went and you didn’t see why until a particular member of the group approached you in the Kitchens one night when you were getting your midnight snack from the house elves.

He said he liked you which made you look around for maybe a sign of the other boys in wonder if this was some sort of prank. But it wasn’t and he...actually liked you. It definitely didn’t escape your notice that the boy was one of the quiet ones and seemed to be holding his breath when he confessed. Sadly, the confession was right before the summer so all you could do was send letters over the holidays which were slightly awkward.

More so when you returned to school and found yourself glancing at each other from across the hallways before you turned and scurried off in another direction after smiling. Then he began to join you on your midnight snack journeys which developed into a beautiful relationship full of blushes, grins and soft, gentle kisses stolen before you had to separate.

Pranks your way were avoided and you were practically living in bliss until he proposed that he wanted you to meet his friends. As in the rowdy ones, as in the ones that get all the good scores no matter how hard you try and the ones that always disrupt your reading time in the library.

It was safe to say that you were nervous because you were nothing like them, loud noises weren’t your thing and you’d much prefer to curl up next to the Black Lake with a book in your hand then join the group of boys in the Great Hall where they probably threw food at each other and if someone else's food ever touched you, you felt like you might be sick. Not to mention the fact that all of them are giants compared to you.

“They are going to love you.” Peter promised, his grip on your hand tight as he tried to drag you down the hallway whilst you planted your feet firmly to the ground. For someone so small, he was amazed at how much you can resist his pull.

“They’re going to hate me.” You argued back attempting to pull him the other way but definitely not succeeding. “I’m awkward and lonely and weird and obsessed with bees which is definitely not normal.”

“It’s cute.” He chuckled, giving up on his pulling but being pulled towards you by your grip when he had given up. You stumbled but he grabbed you arms and stabilised you before you could fall forward and hit the floor. “You’re cute.”

“I am not like them.” You took yourself out of his arms with a mutter, frowning slightly whilst Peter frowned too. “They’re loud and you’ve been friends with them forever and I’m just new. If they don’t like me then we’re gonna...”

“I’m not gonna break up with you if they don’t like you.” Peter shook his head and stepped close, his hand reaching down to tilt your chin up so he was looking down into your eyes. “They’ll love you...I promise.”

“I’m just nervous, I’ve never even thought of being friends with them. They’re just so loud and I...I’m quiet and shy and I stick my face in a book every time they come near me. I just know that they’ll find me weird, Peter.” You covered your face with you hands, shaking your head.

“Oh, baby...” He wrapped his arms around you in a hug and you welcomed it gratefully, hopefully he would listen to you...but no, Peter lifted you up and put you easily over his shoulder as you yelped and kicked your legs. “Come on.”

“Peter, no, please.” You begged as he walked down the corridor with you over his shoulders and consequently receiving a lot of stares which you shyly leant your head on his back to try and get rid of the stares. You were just happy that it was the weekend and you were wearing jeans instead of a skirt. “Pete, please put me down.”

“Not until we’re at the hall and you see how excited they are to meet you.” He laughed as you groaned at him and nuzzled your head into his back as you turned a corner. Your palms were beginning to get sweaty and you felt your breathing pick up slightly at you nervousness.

“Peter, seriously.” Your voice had retreated to a small murmur, no longer were you joking around. You really didn’t think that his friends would like you, they were confident and charming and you were reserved, flustered easily and talked about bees all the time. Hell, in the summer you were in an environmental protest against pollution whilst they were probably having fun swimming somewhere.

“You’ll be fine, angel. We’re here.” He said and slowly lowered you from his shoulder, you nervously glanced around when you noticed you were outside the Great Hall and you looked into it to see the familiar three boys sat at the Gryffindor Table. “Hey.” You looked at Peter again. “I’ll be right there with you. They may be tall and slightly intimidating but they’re nice.”

“Sirius once spilt tea on my book and didn’t apologise.”

“He’s an energetic guy, he probably didn’t notice.” Peter tilted his head and you nodded in acceptance, pursing your lips. When he did it, you didn’t confront him and just moved away mumbling under your breath and shaking out your book. “Ready?”

You hesitated as he took your hand and started walking into the Great Hall, dragging you behind him with a small grin on his face.

“No.” You finally answered, gulping and stepping closer to Peter as you got closer to the three boys flinging pieces of bread at each other.

“Too slow.” Peter grinned back at you, tugging you along and you whined, deciding to catch up to him but walk behind him in an attempt to hide from the others. You were there in no time and tucked yourself behind Peter, hoping that your size would prevent you from being seen. “Hey boys, since you’ve been asking...here she is.”

You only heard silence as you stayed behind Peter, gulping nervously.

“I fucking knew she was imaginary, I called it.” The voice of Sirius Black came from in front of Peter before he exclaimed in pain after sounding like he was being hit with something.

Out of curiosity, you tried to peak out from behind your boyfriends shoulder as little as possible but a pair of soft brown eyes met yours instead and you found yourself frozen in place as you stared straight at Remus Lupin and he raised his eyebrows at you. You slowly went back behind Peter, knowing it was stupid because he’d seen you but you did it anyway, raised eyebrows could mean a million different things.

“She’s not imaginary, Padfoot, she’s just behind him.” Remus said and you shut your eyes in regret as your forehead fell forward and hit Peter’s back whilst he moved out of the way and you were faced with three pairs of eyes staring up at you. “Hi, I’m Remus.”

“James.”

“Sirius, but you can call me anytime.”

Peter took a daily prophet off of the table and hit him on the head with it as Sirius laughed and raised his hands in defence, you smiled awkwardly at it and avoided all eye contact. Your hand squeezed Peter’s slightly and he looked between you and his friends, frowning again.

“This is Y/N L/N, my girlfriend.” He introduced and gestured you forward slightly, you glanced up and gave a small wave at them. James was smiling at you, Remus was smiling only a little bit but mainly just examining you and Sirius narrowed his eyes at you before standing.

He towered over you and you gulped as you tilted your head up and his grey eyes examined you with a small smirk tugging at his lips. You backed up slightly, Peter’s hand on the small of your back as he stroked soft circles with his thumb. You continued to avoid eye contact.

“You are tiny.” He stated and you nodded with a small clear of your throat, your eyes trained to the floor. “Well, to me you are. I’m sure Pete has an easier time since he’s tiny too.”

“5′9 is not tiny.” Peter defended and Sirius snorted, sitting back down at his chair as you breathed out in slight relief and stood awkwardly for a second.

“Take a seat if you like, we don’t bite.” James smiled and you about to tell him that it was okay and you didn’t actually want to be there anywhere but Peter nodded encouragingly at you and you sat opposite Lupin, Peter sitting next to you and putting an arm around your waist to let you know that he was there and close.

“So how did you two meet?” Remus asked, biting a bit of his sandwich as James nodded from next to him, both of their gazes were on you and you could feel Sirius staring at you too.

You thought Peter was going to answer so you looked up at him but he was looking at you too, nodding his head and he gave your waist a quick squeeze. You gulped and turned your head back around, eyes trained to the table.

“Well, uh, I was getting...a snack at night and then he, uh, came in and yeah...yeah.” You mumbled, clearing your throat slightly and looking up at the boys before back at the table and then back up at the boys. Your hands were fidgeting together under the table and your knee was bouncing.

“You snuck all the way to the kitchens at night without getting caught?” James widened his eyes as he looked around at his friends and you glanced up, back down again and then up one more time.

“Well, I’m a- I’m a Hufflepuff so my common room is uh...right next to the kitchens.” You nodded slowly.

“Useful.” Sirius said and you glanced at him quickly, furrowing your eyebrows at his narrowed eyes as he looked at you.

“I-I don’t understand...useful for what?” You looked around at them all nervously, Sirius was the one to answer so you looked at him again and found him smirking down at you.

“Pranks.” He shrugged his shoulders, grinning and you gulped again, nodding and smiling awkwardly as you turned your head to Peter who smiled again and rubbed his hand on your waist. “So, Y/N my tiny friends tiny girlfriend, what do you like to do?”

“I’m uh, I’m a passionate advocate for environmental change.” You said, nodding as your eyes found comfort on the table once more. Glancing up once, you caught Remus’ smile as he looked at you and you awkwardly smiled back. “I like to read, anything really no genres. I love exploring different cultures and uh...I like bees.”

“Bees?” James furrowed his eyebrows with a grin as he leaned forward and you nodded awkwardly. “That’s adorable.”

“Why do you like bees?” Sirius laughed. “Is it because they’re yellow and black like your tie?”

“Well, almost 90% of wild plants and 75% of leading global crops depend on animal pollination so they do a lot for us and they look nice on the flowers in my garden.” You said and glanced up to them all smiling at you.

“I’ll have to see your garden sometime.” James mentioned and your eyes snapped over to him as your fidgeting hands slowed down but your knee kept bouncing. “I love flowers. Especially Lilies.”

The boys all laughed and even you managed to crack a small smile at James’ infamous crush on Gryffindor Lily Evans. You felt Peter’s hand squeeze your hip slightly and you looked over at him, your eyes managing to lock in comparison to how you avoided the rest of their gazes. You were sure that your cheeks were flushed at the attention you got but Peter only smiled and kissed your cheek as you scrunched your face up with an adorable smile in his opinion.

“I told you they’d love you.” He whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek again before you both directed your attention back to Sirius’ talking.

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