#like the pens have three alphas who haven’t been paired yet so they’re looking for compatible omegas on the market etc

[the-mighty-jellybean]

Rising From The Earth

Series Summary: After months of trying, and several heats, and ruts, Y/N was now beginning her journey on her road to motherhood. All Steve and Bucky wanted to be is supportive and strong for their Omega, but life doesn't always run so smoothly....

Series Warning: a/b/o dynamics (the fun stuff that comes with that) Smut, Accurate Representation of Pregnancy and (eventually) Childbirth, Strong Language (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes

Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five// Part Six// Part Seven// Part Eight// Part Nine// Part Ten// Part Eleven// Part Twelve//

Part Thirteen: It’s In The Name

Chapter Warnings: Not really any?

Word Count: 2.2K

36 Weeks

“So are you getting excited yet?” Wanda asked you, as she helped you fold the little baby grows, and place them neatly in the wooden dresser.

“I think so.” you say, whilst dressing the cribs for the hundredth time since Bucky and Steve had constructed them. 

“Think so. What do you mean by that?” Wanda looks at you side ways. 

“Well, yes I’m excited, but I’m also...” you took a quick intake of breath, “terrified.”

“And no one can blame you for that.” Wanda reassures you, taking the blanket out of your hand, and spinning you so you were facing her. 

“Y/N you are gonna be just fine. The way Steve is studying those books, Dr Cho’s given him. He’ll be delivering all our pups.” you giggle at her words. 

That was true, Steve has been working hard to make sure he knew exactly what to expect and do when the time came. Bucky had tried, but struggled to read the books before he ate. You couldn't decide whether his reaction made you laugh or nervous, but either way, at least he was trying. 

“I know, I’m very lucky.” 

“Lucky about what?” came Steve’s voice, as he rested on the door frame, of the nursery. 

“I’m lucky I’ve got two sexy midwives taking care of me.” you smirk, sauntering over to your Alpha male, and wrapping your arms around his middle. 

“Too right.” Steve bumped his nose with your’s, before he plants a kiss on your lips. 

“Okay, I’m still here.” you hear Wanda complain, after a few seconds of your lips moulding with Steve’s.

“About that, Vision’s here for you.” Steve jets his thumb over his shoulder, signalling that Vision was waiting for her by the door. 

“Cool, things are about to get hot and heavy in here anyway.” Wanda rolls her eyes, and you mirror her’s. 

“Hilarious.” you sigh, she hugs you, before you help Steve walk her to the door, where Vision is stood talking to Bucky. 

“Been behaving, I hope.” Vision smiles, as Wanda skips to meet him. 

“Yeah, haven't really heard from either of them to be honest, spent the whole time in the nursery.” Bucky says, as he wraps his arm around you and squeezes you close. 

“Have you settled in okay?” Vision asks politely, mirroring Bucky’s arm movements with Wanda. 

“Yeah, it’s so nice having our own space. And we were just in time for Y/N’s nesting.” Steve rambles on. As you stand there with Bucky’s arm over your shoulder, you can't help but shuffle around uncomfortably, as the extended period of time, of you standing on your feet was making them ache. 

You fuss a little, shifting from one foot to the other, hoping to relieve the cramp that was beginning to form in your calves. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” Bucky whispers in your ear, when he hears your whines of discomfort. 

“My legs are hurting.” you whimper, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. Bucky kissed your cheek, and his arm dropped from your shoulder to rub your back. 

“Sorry, guys Y/N’s legs are playing up, please excuse us.” you thank Bucky in your head, and give Vision and Wanda a wave, before leaving Steve to continue chatting. 

Bucky guided you up the stairs, before turning into your bedroom, and sitting you on the edge of the bed, crouching in front of you. 

“Do you want me to rub them, or would you prefer a bath?” Bucky’s eyes meeting your’s. You thought for a moment, before deciding on a bath. He kissed you head, and went to your bathroom, and began drawing the water. 

It wasn’t long before you heard Steve say his goodbyes, followed by the sound of the door shutting, and then Steve’s footsteps bouncing up the stairs. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” Steve calls, most likely following the sound of the running water, finding you sat on the edge of the bed. You gave a faint smile, and nodded, meeting his lips, as he bent his neck.   

“You sure?” he holds your chin, rubbing his thumb along your lips, you kiss it, as you give him another tired nod. 

Bucky emerges from the bathroom, his sleeves rolled up, and he walks towards you. Out of instinct you lift your arms into the air, causing both the Alphas to breath a laugh, before reaching for the hem of your shirt. They pulled it over your head, before shuffling your leggings off, followed by your bra and underwear. You winced a little when they took your bra off, and your breasts dropped, they were already becoming sore, as your milk was beginning to come in. 

“Sorry, honey.” Bucky apologised when he saw you grimaced. 

Once you were shed of all your clothing, they helped you to the bathroom, Bucky helping you step over into the tub. Slowly you sink down into the water, your back muscles and calves cramps immediately unraveling. 

“That feels so much better.” you sigh, laying your head back against the tub. 

“I bet.” Bucky smiles, he kneels down on the outside of the bath, and scoops some water into his hand, and pours it on your belly. The trickling feeling, further soothing your aching vessel. Steve is still stood by the door enjoying the view, before he decides to go back to his books. As he turns, you whine out, halting his movement, and he looks over his shoulder. 

“Where are you going, Alpha?” you pouted, reaching your hands out to him. 

“I’ve got more reading to do, darlin.” he explains, trying to leave again. 

“But I want you to spend time with me. This is gonna be the last few weeks, where it’s going to be just the three of us, ever again. We need to cherish these quiet moments.” you guilt trip Steve, you had always been quite good at that. 

“Okay, but I’m just gonna go and get one of my books, I need to finish reading it, before you pop.” he chuckles, and you nod your head in understanding. 

Steve is soon coming back, a book in one hand, and a notebook in the other, he sits himself on the closed toilet seat, balancing both books, on his lap, pen wedged behind his ear. 

You look at Bucky and roll you eyes, Bucky smiles at you, and continues to ghost his fingers along your body, making you hum, in contentment. 

Just as Steve’s eyes finish scanning a page, he goes to open his notebook, a sheet of paper comes floating out, slowly drifting to the floor. Steve dives for it, but it’s too late, as Bucky plucks it out of the air. 

“What’s that?” you tilt your head, Steve cheeks have flushed a rosy colour, and he's shifting on the toilet seat uncomfortably. 

“It’s nothing, just more notes.” he tried to snatch the paper from Bucky, but he just moves away, his eyes already moving along the lines. 

“Is this your list of names?” Bucky smiled, turning the paper so you could see, as you sat up. 

“Errh hum.” Steve cleared his throat, blush on his cheeks, is furiously red now, “yes.” 

“They’re really cute, why haven't you showed us this.” Bucky teases. Bucky passes you a towel, so that you can dry your hands, and you take the list from him. 

“Because you have your own suggestions, you didn't need mine thrown in the mix.” Steve says bashfully, pulling the book a little higher to hide his face. 

“Steve these are our pups, not mine, not Y/N’s, our’s, as a family.” Bucky pulls the book away from Steve’s face, and kisses his hot cheeks, “you have every right, to have a say in what they’re gonna be called.” 

“Sarah.” you read out loud, “your mom’s name.” 

Steve just nodded, and you gave him a small smile. 

“I like Sarah.” Steve gives you a smile, and you feel all warm and fluttery, one of the twins giving you a little kick. 

“I think, someone else likes that name as well.” you reach for Steve’s hand, he gladly lets you take it, and allows you to guide it to your stomach, where he rests his warm palm, his lips twitching, when a small nudge was placed against his hand. 

“Oooo I like Poppy.” you glance down at the list, “why did you pick that one.” 

“In America, we have this tradition of wearing the poppy flower, to commemorate the soldiers, who fell in battle, during the World Wars. Bit morbid, but considering, who the fathers are of these pups, I thought it could be quite fitting.” 

You could have cried at Steve’s little anecdote, about why he liked the name, it made perfect sense. 

“That’s beautiful, not morbid. Isn't it Alpha?” you turn to Bucky, who’s eyes have gone a little glossy. He coughs before agreeing. Steve placing his hand on his shoulder. 

“What about Lily?” You look to the next name, marked under the title of ‘Girls’.

“The flowers on the wreath, at your mother’s funeral.” Bucky answered before Steve could, glancing up to Steve’s, now, glassy eyes. Steve just nodded.

“Why didn't you tell us any of these names. We’ve been picking random ones, when we could have been looking at far more sentimental ones?” you fuss, looking to Steve, who’s shaking his head. 

“Because this is a new start for us, we’re moving on in our lives as a family, and we don't want to be stuck in the past.” he rambles. 

“But it is our pasts, which defines who we are. It’s what makes us. These names help provide our futures, with a link to their pasts.” you trace your bump, as the twins kicked in agreement. You glanced back down at the list, moving to boys names, something you and Bucky had been struggling with. You couldn't help but notice almost all the names began with ‘Js’ 

“Jamie?” your eyes, land on the name, and you turn to look at Steve, who shrugs. 

“I’m assuming that Bucky must father the boy.” Steve bluntly states. 

“Why?” You and Bucky both question. 

“Because.” he just shrugs again, and you and Bucky just squint, still not catching his drift, “The girl is smaller, I’ve not always looked like this.” Steve motions to his muscular physique, “Bucky’s always been bigger than me.” 

“So you think, because the boy is eating more, that makes Bucky the biological father?” you repeat, Bucky is still squinting, and shaking his head. 

“Yep.” Steve pops the ‘p’, before looking back to his books again.

“Alpha, you are both the father. The pups will call you both daddy.” you confirm, looking intensely between the two, “you can’t possibly categorise your children.”

“I’m not, honey. It doesn't mean that I’ll love him any less, I just think he should bear his father’s name.” Steve justifies. 

“But you’re his father, as well, Alpha.” your eyes are brimming with tears at this point, your hormones taking grip. Steve notices your distress and shuts the book instantly, and crumples to his knees, to move closer to you. 

“That’s right I am. Please don't get upset, baby.” Steve tries to comfort you, you just sniffle, and try to look away from Steve.

“Look it was just a name. There are others that I prefer, and that you prefer.” Steve back tracks, planting kisses on your skin, hoping to dry the tears with his lips. 

Bucky took the list from you, and began to read over it himself. 

“I like Jacob, why did you pick that one?”  Bucky asked, trying to move the subject on. 

“That ones a little morbid again really.” Steve smiles sheepishly. 

“Do go on.” you laugh, a little watery. 

“Well, Jacob in Hebrew, means supplanter, and I thought that was fitting considering he’s stealing all our little girls food.” He chuckles, prodding at your belly. 

“That’s quite clever, you’ve put so much thought into this, Alpha.” you smile. 

“This one doesn't begin with a J.” Bucky laughs, whilst pointing to a name, scribbled down, “Stanley.” 

“That’s sweet.” you hum, “what’s the deep meaning behind that one, Alpha?”

“That ones not depressing.” he smiles, “I just thought, because our boy’s so big, he’s gonna need to protect his little sister, and Stanley translates to stone, and I thought it was relatable, because he’s gonna be his sister rock.”

“Well, personally. I think Alpha should he in charge, of naming all our pups, what do you think, baby?” Bucky clasps his hands together. 

“Agreed.” you giggled. Steve just beamed at you both, before he dipped his hand in the water. 

“Sweetheart, this waters, almost frozen.” Steve exaggerates, pulling his hand from the water. 

“I hadn't noticed until you mentioned it.” you laugh, Bucky and Steve shake their heads, before standing up, Bucky grabbing a towel, and Steve clasping your hands, helping you rise out of the water. 

Carefully stepping over the side. Bucky quickly wraps you in a towel, and rubs his hands up and down your arms, when you shiver. 

Guiding you back to the bed, they dry you off, before helping you change into one of Steve’s t-shirts, and a pair of underwear. 

Laying you down, they both crawl in either side of you, Steve abandoning his studies for the night, to snuggle with his mate.  

A/N: Steve’s such a sweetheart!! 😍 We’re getting close to the finish line!!!!!

Part Fourteen//

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[imagines-corner]

Risks: Isaac Lahey

requested by: @mummy-woves-you​

pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: You and Isaac were brought together by chance. After a year of traveling the globe, Beacon Hills brings you even closer.

a/n: Can you tell I’m in an Isaac mood lately? I’ve been watching the originals and it’s making me miss him more :( I’ve got a week before classes start, and only a few days before I return to work. Send your requests in while I still have time!!

“Beacon Hills?” You asked, “Where even is that?”

“California,” Isaac replied, closing the driver’s side door of the truck after climbing inside.

“What are we going there for?” You asked, crossing your arms as Isaac pulled out of the gas station.

“My pack is in Beacon Hills,” He answered, “I got a call from them asking for my help. They’ve got a bit of a hunter problem.”

“What do you mean by hunter problem?” You asked, watching as the gas station faded in the distance. Isaac remained quiet, staring at the road as he merged onto the highway. “Are we going to get ourselves killed?”

“No,” Isaac sighed, “Well… Maybe. Hopefully not.”

“Answer my damn question,” You begged, “What do you mean by a hunter problem?” “As in, some ancient thing is causing the entire town to start hunting down supernaturals,” He declared, gripping the steering wheel, “I’ve been gone for too long, avoiding any problems that arose… and now all of my friends are probably going to die. I can’t let that happen.”

“Then let’s go save your pack,” You whispered, grabbing his hand as it sat on the shift. Isaac turned to you, a weak smile on his face, before his eyes returned to the road, prepared for the hours of driving ahead of you.

When you finally arrived in Beacon Hills, it was 3 am. The two of you were exhausted, but this wasn’t a feeling you weren’t used to. For over a year, the two of you had been traveling all over the world, trying to find an explanation for the mysterious changes you were experiencing in your powers. These experiences had brought the two of you together, closer than anyone else had ever been in your lives. At this point, Isaac felt more like family than a travel buddy.

“So,” You spoke, rubbing your sleepy eyes, “What now?”

“It’s too late to head to Scott’s house,” Isaac answered, “I guess we just sleep in the truck.”

“There’s not a motel near here or something?”

Isaac shook his head. “Nobody ever really visits around here. They generally come and stay with family or friends.”

You nodded. “Small town.” You reached into the backseat, grabbing a couple blankets for the two of you. After pushing your seats down and trying to get comfortable, you feel asleep almost instantly.

Unfortunately for Isaac, he couldn’t sleep. As the two of you sat in the back of a 7/11 parking lot, your chest rising and falling as sleep claimed your mind, He sat staring off into the darkness, contemplating what it meant to bring you here. A lot could change in a year. A lot had changed in a year. The two of you had gone from awkward acquaintances in a diner, to travel companions, to best friends. Isaac had never been this close with anyone in his entire life. Though he cared greatly about his pack, he knew that was more of an instinct. His care for you was a deep emotion, something he never knew he was capable of. What if he had just brought you into a war zone? What if he had just brought you to your death?

He sighed, throwing himself back down onto his makeshift bed. Unlike you, he was too tall to curl up in the seat, his legs preventing him from truly getting comfortable. Regardless, he closed his eyes, begging for sleep to come.

“(Y/N), wake up. We’re here.”

You opened your eyes, staring at your surroundings. Despite the many nights you two had spent in this truck, you always forgot where you were when you first woke up. Isaac sat in the driver’s seat, the bags under his eyes dark. He clearly hadn’t slept. You looked at the clock, finding only about 4 and a half hours had passed since you arrived in Beacon Hills. You sat up, staring at the scenic little house.

“Is this where Scott lives?” You asked, “The alpha?”

“Yeah,” Isaac nodded, “You ready?”

Nodding and rubbing your eyes, you threw the blanket into the backseat and prepared for whatever was to come.

Before Isaac could even ring the doorbell, the door was pulled open to reveal the person you could only assume was Scott McCall. He was a little shorter than Isaac, with short, dark hair that matched his dark eyes. He had a tattoo on his arm of two bands, something you thought you had seen before in a dream.

“Isaac,” He smiled, hugging your friend before turning to you. “You brought-“

“This is (Y/N),” He smiled, “She and I met in Europe.”

“Cool,” Scott nodded hesitantly. “Why don’t you two come on in? The others are coming soon.”

Isaac followed Scott into the house, and you were close behind. He brought you into the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the stools around the island counter.

“So,” Scott spoke, “What have you been doing the last year and a half?”

“Mostly traveling,” Isaac answered as Scott grabbed the two of you some water, “We met up about a year ago in Europe and have been trying to find answers to her condition ever since.”

“Condition?” Scott asked, furrowing his brows as he returned to his seat.

“I think you can do a better job explaining,” Isaac spoke quietly, turning to you.

“Right,” You nodded, “About two years ago, I started noticing that I could do things that no other witch could.” You held your hand out, extending your fingers while focusing on the water in the glass. You bent your middle finger slightly, turning your hand upwards to lift the water out of the glass. As you moved your fingers around slowly, the water moved around before you returned it to the glass. Isaac watched with wonder, while Scott sat across from you, confused.

“I’m sorry,” He shook his head, “I don’t know anything about witches.”

You smiled. “That’s fine! I should’ve asked.” You nodded before continuing. “All witches can perform spells and rituals, create potions… but none of them can do what I just did. Not without a very complicated spell.”

“So far, we haven’t found an explanation for it,” Isaac added, “But we have eaten at a lot of fantastic diners.” He smiled at you before returning to Scott. “So, what are we dealing with?”

“The guidance counselor,” Scott answered, “She’s building some sort of army with all of the terrified civilians.”

“Ms. Morrell?” Isaac asked.

“No,” Scott shook his head, “She left when you did. It’s Ms. Monroe now.”

Isaac nodded. “And who exactly is in the pack now?”

“Well, the only people here right now that you would know are Lydia and Malia,” Scott answered, “The rest are new.”

“What happened to Stiles?” Isaac asked.

“He’s at the FBI training facility,” Scott answered, “In Quantico.”

“You mean to tell me that one of your friends is training to be an FBI agent?” You asked, “That’s so cool.”

“Yeah,” Scott smiled, “It’s perfect for him.”

“Did you call Derek?”

“Yeah,” Scott replied, “He’s been a little hard to track down, so far.”

There was a knock at the door, and Scott left.

“He doesn’t trust me,” You whispered, “I can tell.”

“What?” Isaac asked, “Scott trusts almost anyone.”

“Not me,” You spoke, “He seems skeptical.”

“I think you’re fine,” Isaac replied, “You haven’t even met everyone else yet. It’s ok.”

You nodded, turning towards the door. “Yep.”

Shortly after, you had met everyone, including the three younger members of the pack that Isaac hadn’t met yet. During the pack meeting, everyone discussed the threat that the Anuk-Ite posed, and the threat of the hunters.

“They’re getting their weapons from somewhere,” Scott explained, “But… we don’t know where.”

“I can find out for you,” You explained, wiggling your fingers.

“Are you sure?” Malia asked, “She doesn’t know anything about this.”

“Maybe that’s better,” Liam mumbled, “We can tell she isn’t lying that way.”

You glanced at Isaac before continuing. “I need some candles and something to write with.”

Soon, you sat at the kitchen island with several Yankee Candles and a legal pad in front of you. You lit the candles, positioning them in front of you, before taking the pen with the chewed cap and the legal pad.

“I need silence,” You spoke, “It’s better if most of you leave the room. Scott should stay.”

Everyone headed into the living room while Scott sat in front of you. “How long does this take?” He asked.

“It shouldn’t take long,” You replied, throwing your hair up to keep it out of your face, “I need you to prompt me.”

“Prompt you?”

“Describe something significant to the situation to me.”

Scott nodded. “Okay,” He breathed, watching as you stared into the fire, “You’re in a parking lot, outside the Sheriff’s Station. There are cars everywhere, with guns pointed at you. They have bright lights, preventing you from seeing any of their faces, and there’s one woman standing in front of the crowd, staring at you. She’s the leader…”

Within seconds, you drifted into a vision.

You’re in a room, surrounded by shelves of guns and other weapons. They’re professional grade, something you can only get if you have a very special permit or some sort of connections. Walking around, you notice that there’s likely hundreds of weapons, waiting to be used.

There are voices. An older man, one that sounds like he should be dead but continues to defy death. Another, a woman, younger and full of anger. She’s the leader, but he’s the boss. He’s the one with the connections, the one with the plan, the one who is able to use everyone who could pass through this room for his master plan that has been years in the making. Turning the corner, you see them, the man looking older than he sounds. He’s frail, but fighting. You watch his eyes, learning his name from them.

Breathing heavily, you snapped out of the vision. You glanced at the notepad, words written all over the page in various handwritten fonts, sizes, and directions. There was a name that repeated all over the page.

“Do you know anyone named… Gerard Argent?” You asked, looking up at Scott.

His eyes grew wide. “Yeah. We know him.”

“Isaac, I need you to understand,” Scott spoke, standing with him in the living room, “How do we know we can trust her?”

“Because,” Isaac exclaimed quietly, “I trust her.”

“Isaac-“

“I trusted Derek before you did, and that worked out.”

“Isaac, she’s not a liability we’re willing to take.”

Isaac breathed. “She could save everyone here. You just need to take a risk-”

“We don’t know that for sure,” Scott sighed, “I need you to understand, Isaac.”

“Fine,” He nodded, “We’ll leave then.”

“Thank you,” Scott sighed, “I’m sorry.”

Isaac shook his head, heading up the stairs. He stopped, staring you in the eyes. You had heard their entire conversation, not surprised by what Scott had to say.

“I’m packed,” You informed him, “Let’s go.”

Isaac nodded, walking with you towards the room you shared. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug before grabbing your things and leaving.

On the drive out of Beacon Hills, you and Isaac were silent.

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled.

“Sorry for what?” Isaac asked, “It’s not your fault.”

“I can’t help but feel like it is,” You sighed, “I dunno.”

“It’s not,” Isaac reassured you, “Trust me.”

As he drove, you spotted something far away.

“Oh my god,” You whispered, “Pull over there.”

“The high school?” Isaac asked, “I know you said you dropped out, but-“

“Pull over!” You exclaimed, “It’s them!”

Confused, Isaac pulled into the parking lot and stopped. In the distance, on the field, there was a lacrosse game going on - or so it seemed. At this point, the crowd was gone, the lights were on, and the field was deserted. Closer to the parking lot, several hunters stood with guns pointed at two figures, appearing to be Scott and Liam.

“Wait here,” You told Isaac, climbing out of the truck and sneaking over. You stared at the hunters, pulling their guns out of their hands with one swift motion. Looking shocked, you pushed them into the ground, forcing Ms. Monroe and everyone else to groan in pain. “His truck’s over there! Run!” You exclaimed, motioning for Scott and Liam to head behind you. You backed up, throwing the guns onto the roof of the building after crushing them, making them unusable. Scott and Isaac climbed into the backseat, while you threw yourself into the driver’s seat.

“Holy shit,” Liam mumbled, “That was amazing.”

Isaac sped down the road, driving in the direction of Scott’s house.

“Thank you,” Scott spoke, breathing heavily, “I- Thank you.”

“No problem,” You nodded, facing the road.

That night, you and Isaac sat down in the kitchen while everyone else was asleep all over the house. It was safer to be together, making it harder for the hunters to pick anyone off and kill them. Scott had decided after you rescued him and Liam that you were an asset, not a risk. With your help, the pack had a chance to take back Beacon Hills.

“Nice job out there,” Isaac whispered, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. This wasn’t a new thing he did, but the feeling was different. At this point, the two of you felt a bond stronger than anyone else’s. You turned to him, smiling as your eyes met. Before he could say anything, you pressed your lips against his, pulling him closer. His hands drifted to your face, the two of you exploring a new side to your relationship.

He pulled away. “What was that?” He asked, his cheeks red as he smiled.

“Sometimes you’ve gotta take a risk,” You smiled as Isaac wrapped his arms around you, kissing you once again.

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