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loveforpreserumsteve · 3 hours ago
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and Eight:
Steve was so proud that he almost forgot that he and Bucky were meant to give their own speeches. Hands shaking, Steve sat Bitsy in his seat and held Bucky's hand on the way up to the platform. Accepting the soothing squeezes all the way down the aisle until they reached the podium.
Still holding hands, Bucky kissed Oliver's forehead and said into his ear, "I love you. You did good, squirt."
Blushing, Oliver muttered, "Thanks."
Giving Oliver's shoulder a squeeze, Bucky moved to the microphone. As Steve slung his arm around Oliver's shoulders, Bucky joked, "I don't know how I'm going to follow that."
The audience laughed at that and Bucky smoothed out his paper. Giving their guests a classic smirk as he started, "Today, mine and Stevie's son, Oliver, is a young man.
"Which I guess makes my mate right," Bucky glanced over his shoulder to wink at Steve before finishing, "I'm old. I guess I can retire now, huh? Maybe even let Oliver take my place down at the shop."
Teasing, Bucky ruffled Oliver's hair and looked over to Winnie and George, "How does that sound mom and dad?"
Steve rolled his eyes and Winnie joked, "He can take my job!"
"Well, then," Bucky chuckled and asked, "How does that sound, Ollie?"
Unamused, Oliver shook his head and hid his face. Chuckling, Bucky said, "Alright, alright. I guess I can wait a couple more years."
As the audience stopped chuckling, Bucky started again, "Over the past thirteen years, I've had the honor of, not only watching Oliver grow, but growing with him."
Pulling another tissue from his pocket, Steve sniffled. Holding Oliver closer while tears fell down his cheeks. He was probably embarrassing the boy, but Steve couldn't help it.
"Guiding him the way that my parents had guided me and my sisters. Lucky enough to view the world through new eyes and experience all the firsts with him." Bucky sniffled and Steve passed him a tissue, earning an affectionate grin in return. "First smile, first steps, first fight. And while I probably could've done without that, I can't help but be proud of Oliver. He stands for what's right. He fights for what's right."
Wiping his tears, Bucky continued, "You're probably all thinking that, of course, I think that Oliver's great, I'm his dad. And while I do think that Ollie's just about the greatest kid, I'm not the only one.
"He's the best big brother that any kid could ask for -- just ask his siblings," from their seats, the little kids cheered and while Steve wished that they weren't standing on the bench, he couldn't help but adore how they celebrated their older brother.
"But he's also a good friend who has their backs no matter what," and on cue, the young teens cheered, thankfully, while sitting. Leaning closer to the microphone, Bucky pointedly gave an example, "Even covering for them when they break a picture frame because they were playing soccer in the house even though they know better than that."
Knowing exactly who he was talking about, Steve glanced over to see Tony seemingly trying to disappear in his seat. Howard beside him, gave his son a look.
"So, it's only natural for him to be a good son." Bucky's voice cracked and he cleared his throat, "And just like his papa, he'll be a good man, too."
Steve's breath hitched as he held back a sob and hugged Oliver to himself, kissing his forehead. All the while, Bucky finished, "We love you, Oliver. And we can't wait to see how you continue to grow."
Letting go of him, Steve encouraged Oliver to hug Bucky. Not that it took much convincing either way considering Oliver was already halfway to his dad anyway. Steve smiled as he watched the pair and wiped at his face.
Then, it was his turn.
Taking his place at the podium, Steve pulled out his notecards. Still feeling the emotion thick in his throat, he took a moment to try and clear it. Bucky must've felt something through the bond because he rubbed Steve's back in soothing circles. Only then was Steve able to start.
"I just want to start by reminding Oliver that your dad and I are so proud of you," fondly smiling at the thirteen year old, "Not just today, but every day."
Facing the front, Steve redirected his attention to his messy handwriting and the tearstained notecard. "Thirteen years ago, my life changed in ways I could never imagine. You made me a father. But more than that, you opened my heart.
"Because --" voice cracking, Steve took a moment to just breathe "-- because of you, I stopped self-sabotaging myself enough to, not only accept love, but to give it too. I guess that's just the effect that you have on people.
"You're smart and funny, and so caring that anyone would be lucky to know you," Steve honestly complimented. "Not just a great teammate, but an inspiring leader. Empowering everyone around you and being the best big brother that any kid could ask for."
Oliver clenched his jaw as though he was trying to stop himself from crying, and Steve reached out to affectionately caress along his jaw. Allowing himself this sweet moment before getting back to his speech.
"I remember back when it was just you and Finn, you would go to his nursery when he would cry in the middle of the night and assure him that there were no, 'monsers,' around and that he was safe." The older members awed at the story and Steve fondly remembered, "Then, you would sit in the rocker with me as I fed him and mark over his foot or kiss his forehead. Just letting him know that you were there. That you would protect him. Just as you would protect all of your siblings."
Knowing what came next, tears already prickled at the corner of his eyes, "And when we lost Flora, you weren't even old enough to fully understand, but you suggested that we bury her with her blanky so she wouldn't get scared. So she wouldn't be alone.
"Not just with your siblings though," Steve sniffled. "You protect anyone and everyone that needs it. The way you stand up for what's right makes me so unbelievably proud." Turning so he was facing Oliver instead of the crowd, but still speaking into the microphone, "You're a good boy, Ollie. A good man. And I'm so glad that I get to be your papa."
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loveforpreserumsteve · 6 hours ago
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and Seven:
"Mr. Barnes," Rabbi Isaiah Bradley greeted Bucky first since he entered first. As the older man smiled down at the kids, he noticed Steve and greeted, "Mr. Barnes."
"Rabbi," Steve acknowledged, his voice still rough from the emotion.
Empathetically, Rabbi Bradley smiled at Steve before greeting more people. Steve exhaled deeply and followed Bucky for their seats. Thankfully, the other Barneses were there. George crying already along with Winnie. Of course, that was how they had been at each of their grandchildren's Torah readings.
But it did make Steve feel a little better to know that he wasn't the only emotional one.
Sitting down beside Tibby, Steve accepted a tissue from her and reached out for Bucky's hand when the alpha took a seat on his other side. Instantly, tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. Especially once the congregation started. Steve couldn't focus on a damn thing. All he could think about was how any minute now, Oliver would be called up to the bimah where he would then read the portion of the Torah he had been practicing for the past year. And then Oliver would be considered a man.
Rabbi Bradley looked over to their aisle where Oliver was standing from his seat, and so was Bucky. Sniffling, Bucky removed the prayer shawl from its bag. Unfolding the lightweight wool garment, Bucky draped it over Oliver's broadening shoulders. Making sure that it hung correcting with the metallic green and silver stripes facing outward, Bucky leaned in and kissed Oliver's forehead.
Steve pressed his lips together to keep them from quivering and to keep the sob contained as he watched Oliver head for the podium. He looked so grown up in his tan suit and green tie. Handsome just like his daddy and as tall as his papa already.
Returning to his seat, Bucky sniffled again and reached out for Steve's hand. Steve's breath caught as he tried to keep his sob from escaping. All he could do was squeeze his husband's hand and feel the pride, affection, and hope through the bond. And while Steve had picked up some Hebrew over the last thirteen years, he couldn't concentrate on any of it. All he could focus on was how confident Oliver was up there on the bimah as he melodically read the Torah.
"'Veshamarte et-hamitsvah ve'et-hachukim ve'et-hamishpatim asher anochi metsavecha hayom la'asotam,'" Oliver finished. Steve only knew that he was done because the thirteen year old glanced up Rabbi Bradley.
The older man nodded at Oliver before finishing with the haftarah, himself. While Rabbi Bradley did so, Oliver noticed his friends in the crowd and waved at them. Rolling his eyes, Steve sighed and hoped their older relatives understood that Oliver was still so much a boy. Beside him, however, Bucky disguised his chuckling with a cough, because he was still so much a boy, too; even in his mid-forties.
Climbing onto Steve's lap, Bitsy buried her face in his neck and complained, "Is it over, yet?"
"Shh," Steve quieted and sniffled before rubbing her back and reassured, "Almost, honey."
"I'm hungry," Kit declared while Oliver stepped down from the bimah holding the Torah.
"We'll eat soon," Bucky promised as he stood along with everyone else.
As was tradition, Oliver carried the Torah around as people touched it. Even Bucky reached out to touch it. However, Steve was afraid that Oliver would drop the Torah since it was so large. Thankfully, Oliver didn't, and he handed it back to Rabbi Bradley with nothing happening to it.
Returning to the podium, Oliver pulled a piece of folded notebook paper from his suit jacket pocket. Keeping his gaze on the paper as he smoothed it out instead of on the audience who were sitting once more.
Clearing his throat, Oliver started, "Thank you, everyone, for coming here to join my family and myself this morning to witness me becoming a man."
Steve gripped Bucky's hand tighter and exhaled in relief when Bucky brought their hands up to kiss the back of Steve's. Steve eased and when Oliver made eye contact with him, Steve made sure to smile. Silently reassuring their son that he could do this.
"For two years, I've been practicing and preparing myself for this day. Molding myself and carving out my place in our community. A community filled with the children and children's children of those who Moses led to the promised land.
"And while Moses never got to enter the promised land, he gave advice to those who would." Fidgeting, Oliver pushed his tousled brown hair away from his face, "Leaving them with a verse that had me mulling over it ever since I read it. Essentially, he told them, 'You shall do that which is right and good in the eyes of God.'"
Sniffling, Steve kissed Bitsy's head. Steve had been there every day of Oliver's life and was always fascinated with what was going on inside his head. But this was different. Although he was only thirteen, the way Oliver carried himself up there at the podium, was so mature that he seemed older.
"My whole life, my pops has been telling me that I'm a good boy and showing me how to stand up for what's right." Oliver's freckled cheeks reddened and he smiled over at Steve and Bucky. Looking back at his speech, he continued, "So, when I read that, I couldn't help but think over all the times where I tried to do just that. To do right and to be good.
"And I think that's what it means to be a man," Oliver stood a little taller. Completely sure of himself in that moment and, damn, Steve was so proud of him. Considering the pride flowing through the bond, he knew that he wasn't the only one.
Bucky squeezed Steve's hand while Oliver finished, "Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move. It's your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye and say, 'No, you move.'"
With that, Rhodey and Tony stood to give him a standing ovation. Which, admittedly, was well deserved as Steve and Bucky stood too. And soon, everyone was standing, applauding Oliver. And Steve was so damn proud.
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loveforpreserumsteve · 14 hours ago
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
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One Hundred and Six:
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"Papa, look!" Cori called out while Steve zipped Bitsy's pastel pink floral satin dress. When Steve didn't immediately look over at the four year old, she repeated, louder, "Papa!"
"What, baby?" Steve finally looked over at her. With a large toothy grin stretching her lips, she twirled around. Amused with how the skirt of her mint green floral satin dress puffed up. Steve couldn't help but smile and humor her, "Oh my goodness, you're so silly!"
Giggling, Cori plopped down on the floor to play with Princess Butterfly while Steve moved on to help Nevie put on her lilac purple dress shoes that matched her floral satin dress. Buckling them for her even though she whined and complained that she was a big girl and could do it herself. However, Steve was in no mood to deal with attitude and one quirk of his eyebrow had her quieting.
From the living room, Bucky called out, "Are we ready to go?"
Since Bucky was in charge of the boys, Steve looked over the girls. They had gotten their hair cut and styled, so with Steve finishing with putting Bitsy's shoes on the correct feet, he confirmed, "We're ready!"
"Alright!" Bucky clapped and instructed, "Let's go!"
"Be good, PB," Nevie instructed the orange kitten who was trying to get the shoelace the girls were holding above her little body.
Standing, Steve's heart raced and his stomach twisted into knots. The girls were on their way out of the room, but Steve paused. Needing a minute as he tried to keep it together. Of course, not that his body cooperated considering the tears started building in the rim of his eyes.
"Papa?" Bitsy questioned, pausing in the hallway and glancing back at him with those precious steel-blue eyes.
Sniffling, Steve waved her on and said, "I just need to use the potty real quick." Then, remembering that he had three four year olds, he asked, "Do you have to go potty?"
Bitsy shook her head, and Steve nodded, assuring her, "I'll be there in just a minute."
"Okay," Bitsy accepted and raced through the house for the garage with PB chasing after them.
Meanwhile, Steve's breath hitched and his chest clenched, and the tears escaped the corners of his eyes. He had been holding them in for the better part of the morning. But he couldn't help it. His baby was about to be celebrated and considered a man. And that made Steve more than just a little emotional.
Sure, Oliver was only thirteen and he had plenty of time to still be a kid. But those years were going to fly by just like the first thirteen had. And Steve was woefully unprepared for that.
Taking a tissue from his pocket, Steve wiped his face and blew his nose. As he turned to throw it away, Bucky called out, "Stevie?"
"In here," Steve croaked and mentally face-palmed because not even his voice was cooperating today.
Leaning against the doorway, Bucky shared a small, knowing smile. Extending his arm towards Steve, Bucky held his hand out invitingly. It didn't take a lot of convincing as Steve laced his fingers with his mate's and walked hand-in-hand with him as they left for the garage.
Of course, when they entered the garage, Steve snapped out of his emotional state and went into his papa mode. Especially since at least one kid was crying, three were arguing, and Kit all the while was singing the wrong lyrics to a song that wasn't even playing on the radio.
"Well," Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve's shoulders. Teasing, "You were the one who wanted kids."
Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes and elbowed his ribs. While Bucky feigned pain, Steve mocked, "Didn't hear you complainin'."
"Hey," Bucky chuckled, "Anyone who did would be a stupid, stupid man."
Shaking his head, Steve walked around to the passenger side and climbed into the van. Bucky followed suit as he climbed in behind the steering wheel. Steve turned back to look at the kids and gained their attention by clapping his hands.
"This is what we're not going to do," Steve started. Nevie sniffled and wiped her eyes while Kit handed her blanky back to herself. Nodding, Steve continued, "We're going to be on our best behavior. We're not going to poke each other, or argue, or be loud. We're going to sit and listen because today is Oliver's big day and we want to respect him."
When none of the kids argued with him, Steve nodded to himself, said, "Good," then turned around to face the front. Giving Bucky the go ahead so the brunet could pull out of the garage.
Once on the street, Bucky held his hand palm-up for Steve. Predictably, Steve laced his fingers with Bucky's. Giving his alpha's hand a comforting squeeze, knowing that Bucky needed the comforter just as much as he did. And in return, Bucky squeezed Steve's hand right back.
Sooner than Steve wanted, they were pulling into Temple B'nai Jacob. Their older family members were there already and Steve plastered a smile on his face as he waved at some of the extended family members who waved at him.
Glancing over his shoulder, he told Oliver, "I don't want to see you give any attitude, understood?"
"Understood," Oliver sighed.
As Bucky put the van in park, Steve informed, "That includes sighing. And rolling your eyes."
Smiling back at the kids, Bucky added, "And you should probably be extra nice to the older relatives since they definitely gave you some real expensive gifts."
"Really?" Oliver perked, "How do you know?"
"Call it a hunch," Bucky smirked. When he caught Steve's eye, he winked, causing Steve to playfully roll his eyes.
"Now," Steve unbuckled and reminded, "I want everyone on their best behavior."
"Yup, the absolute best," Oliver mocked, sounding way too similar to Bucky in the moment as he climbed out of the van.
And, yup, I'm gonna cry, Steve internally mused, again.
As Steve pulled a tissue from his pocket, the rest of his family climbed out of the van. The older relatives of the extended family fawned over Oliver and Steve could see that he was trying his best to be the polite boy that he -- mostly -- was.
Sniffling, Steve climbed out of the passenger seat and accepted the hugs from the older women. Getting compliments for having such good looking and well-behaved kids. Steve just thanked them, but Bucky preened while letting the girls hold onto his fingers and twirl.
Losing track of time as more extended family members congratulated Oliver and Steve and Bucky. Only once more people arrived and most of the parking lot started filling up did they decide to head inside of the synagogue. Being cautious of the cars and their guests as Steve and Bucky held their children's hands as they headed for the entrance.
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favoniuscodex · a day ago
wait that actually happened?? i remember i read your rules and thought you just hated mpreg more than the rest us ehdowjldis 😭
yup.
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thoseotplovechildren · 2 days ago
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Feel free to judge and shit but yesterday I was kinda pissed off about religion (all my experiences with it suck) so i might have made something too inappropriate. But idgaf rn so here you go
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Have some Jesus x Lucifer. I'm done with the bullshit.
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loveforpreserumsteve · 3 days ago
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and Five:
Steve smelled it first. The tangy hint of pre-heat. And through his sleep-addled mind, Steve thought that it was himself. Sure, he was on suppressants, but those didn't always work the way they were supposed to. Hell, if they had, Steve probably wouldn't have become a father or married Bucky.
But that was beside the point.
Mouth dry, Steve noisily licked over his lips and reached for his glasses. However, when he had them on, he found Oliver. Hugging himself, Oliver shifted from one foot to the other. Immediately, Steve sat up and put in his hearing aids.
"What is it, honey?" Steve asked, reaching out and rubbing over Oliver's arms.
Sniffling, Oliver explained, "I feel sick, papa."
"Okay," Steve pushed Oliver's hair away from his sweaty forehead. He was burning up. Only then did Steve realize that he wasn't in pre-heat, Oliver was. His baby was presenting. "Is it your stomach?"
Another sniffle, Oliver nodded and cried, "It hurts real bad."
"I know, honey," Steve assured, marking his upper arms. Of course, that only made Oliver cry more. So, Steve brought the twelve year old closer and let him scent at Steve's neck.
From the other side of the bed, Bucky started to wake and he drowsily asked, "Stevie?"
"Everything's fine," Steve calmly told his husband, "I've got it covered, just go back to sleep."
Tiredly, Bucky didn't argue and rolled over so he could go back to sleep. Meanwhile, Steve climbed out of bed and tucked Oliver under his arm as he led the way out of the master bedroom. Heading for the kitchen, he kissed Oliver's forehead and marked his back.
Knowing how difficult the first heat was, Steve got Oliver some Tylenol and a glass of cold water. Making sure that he drank the whole glass before refilling it and carrying it upstairs. Oliver went willingly; no arguments whatsoever. It was the easiest the pre-teen had been in a while. Steve just hated that it was because he was in pain and feverish.
Once they made it to Oliver's room, Steve brought him over to the bathroom. Closing the door leading to Finn and Kit's room, Steve went over to the tub and started getting a bath ready. Using some of the soothing lavender bubble bath while he was at it.
As it filled, Steve decided to ask, "Do you know what's going on?"
Aggressively wiping the tears free from his freckled cheeks, Oliver mocked, "Yeah, dad had The Talk with me."
"Okay," Steve nodded glad that his husband had talked with him and that the school he went to actually had some decent, mandatory, reproductive health education criteria. Still, Steve figured that from one omega to another, he should talk with his son, too.
"So, you know that you're presenting," Steve continued, "And you're presenting as an omega. That's what this is."
"Yeah, I figured," Oliver sniffled, almost doubling over as he stood there from the pain.
"And I know that it hurts right now, but it gets easier," Steve reassured. "The first heat is always the roughest."
"And I have to go through this forever?" Oliver asked, eyes big and glassy with unshed tears. He was scared and in pain, and just vulnerable.
Pushing Oliver's sweat-dampened hair off his forehead, Steve said, "Not forever. There's suppressants that can stop them. And then there's omegapause, where they stop completely."
When the tub was filled and bubbly, Steve turned the faucet off and stood from the side of the tub. Instructing, "You get in the bath, and I'll get some comfy clothes, alright?"
Nodding, Oliver started to pull off his sleep shirt. Only, he listed to the side unsteadily and Steve caught him before he could fall over and hurt himself completely. Mildly concerned, Steve steadied him and securely kept his hands on Oliver's waist so the pre-teen wouldn't fall.
Next, Steve helped Oliver ease into the tub and cooed empathetically when the boy shivered. Having been there before, Steve knew what it felt like. Heats were never fun in the beginning, but especially not the first one. Thankfully, the first one was the shortest one.
"I'll be right back," Steve told Oliver. While the brunet reclined back in the tub, Steve left for the boy's room. Getting some soft, lightweight clothes, Steve re-entered the bathroom. Setting them on the closed toilet, Steve grabbed a washcloth and a fluffy towel.
"Papa, it hurts," Oliver cried. No, not cry. Sobbed. And that struck Steve and hurt his heart.
"I know, honey," Steve soothed. Wetting the washcloth and using it to wet his forehead. Trying to comfort the twelve year old as much as he could, even though he knew that there wasn't much he could do.
As the bubbles disappeared and the water went from hot to lukewarm, the door leading to Kit and Finn's room opened. Steve looked over to find Finn rubbing at his eyes. When the nine year old noticed the scene, he asked, "What's wrong with Ollie?"
"He's just presenting, baby," Steve assured, still sponging at Oliver's sweating forehead. The heat officially hitting him and causing him to shiver. "He'll be fine."
"Oh," Finn said, not knowing what that was. Then, he asked, "Can I still use the potty?"
"Of course you can," Steve answered.
"Papa, I'm cold," Oliver weakly commented, teeth chattering.
"Alright," Steve nodded, reaching for the fluffy towel and the clothes. Shaking the towel out, he held it up and then helped Oliver climb out of the tub. Drying him off the same way he did when he was little.
Done with his business, Finn said, "Feel better, Ollie."
"Aww, thank you," Steve told the nine year old as he helped Oliver dress.
Oliver answered exhaustedly, "Thanks."
Pulling the drain, Steve helped Oliver back to his room. Setting him on the full-size bottom bunk, Steve asked, "Do you want to make a nest? That might help."
"Okay," Oliver sniffled, wiping his tears.
Nodding, Steve left the room and opened the closet where the sleeping bags and extra boys' bedding was stored. Carrying them back to Oliver's room, he set them down beside the bunk bed and helped Oliver build his first nest. Letting Oliver build it the way that he wanted to, and following the boy's instructions to help him out. After all, one omega's comfort was different than the next.
Tucking a thick, dark blanket under the top bunk's mattress, Steve created a fort. Having experience in the area from all the sleepovers, Steve expertly made sure that it was secure before peeking into the dark hideaway to see how Oliver was holding up.
Luckily, Oliver's eyes were closed. Unfortunately, he was still sweating and his breathing was labored. Occasionally, he shuddered and shivered. To help him sweat it out, Steve draped a comforter over his athletic frame.
"Papa," Oliver whimpered, his brows knitted together and his hair matted to his forehead.
Steve marked over his chest and explained, "I'm going to get my phone, okay? I'll be right back."
Sniffling, Oliver nodded and closed his eyes again. Quickly, Steve left the bedroom and made his way back downstairs. Walking through the house, the faint, first light before sunrise was peeking through the sheer curtains on the windows at the front door. Yawning, Steve wondered when he'd be able to go back to sleep. Considering the kids would be up in a few hours, he figured not any time soon.
Quietly entering the master bedroom, Steve found Bucky still snoring in bed, but he also found Finn cuddled up to him. Chest clenching when he realized that Finn seeing his older brother so out of character was upsetting for him. Not that Steve could blame him.
Briefly marking over Finn's side, Steve grabbed his phone and headed for the bathroom so he could peek in on Alpine and the kittens in Bucky's closet. Seeing that they were okay, Steve made his way back upstairs.
Hoping that Oliver was resting -- the best he could -- Steve peeked in on him too. When he found the boy curled in on himself, crying, Steve climbed into the nest and held him. Kissing his forehead, pushing his damp hair from his face, and marking him, Steve tried to soothe him the best he could.
"Can you si--" Oliver hiccupped "-- sing for me? Please?"
"Of course, bub," Steve appeased. Taking Oliver's hand in his, he went to his go-to song, "'I got you to hold my hand. I got you to understand. I got you to walk with me. I got you to talk with me. I got you to kiss goodnight. I got you to hold me tight. I got you, I won't let go. I got you to love me so.
"'I got you, babe,'" Steve promised, holding him a little tighter. "'I got you, babe.'"
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loveforpreserumsteve · 4 days ago
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and Four:
"I just thought she was fat," Bucky shrugged, petting Alpine as she laid in the box while the kittens nursed.
Shaking his head, Steve deadpanned, "You sure know how to pick 'em, Barnes."
Smiling, Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve's slender shoulders. Pulling him close, he pressed a kiss to Steve's temple and confirmed, "Yeah, I do."
While his cheeks heated, Steve rolled his eyes and brought up, "Now how are we going to name them?"
"I mean, we did a pretty good job with the kids," Bucky reminded.
"Yeah, but we usually had some time to decide," Steve tenderly pet the kitten closest to him -- the calico -- with his index finger. "These little guys are already here."
"Should we let the kids?"
"Are you kidding?" Steve good-naturedly scoffed, turning to look at his husband. Reminding his husband, "Kit named a frog, 'Booger,' the other day. We can't let them name them. Besides, there's only four and I want to name one."
"Well," Bucky suggested, "What if you name one and then we pair the kids up. Or we vote for the names. Then, they'll have to come up with names together and learn about team work."
"God, how have you not decided to coach a kids team, yet?" Steve teased, earning a sarcastic laugh from Bucky. Still looking up at his husband, he was glad when Bucky looked down at him and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. Appeased, Steve confirmed, "Go team."
"Go team," Bucky cheered, enthusiastically punching the air.
Standing, Bucky extended his hand for Steve and wiggled his fingers invitingly. Another shake of his head, Steve took his mate's hand and allowed the alpha to pull him up. As the pair exited Bucky's closet, the brunet called out, "Who wants to name some kittens?"
A sea of, 'me,' replied back from the living room, and Steve shoved at Bucky in a look-what-you-started way. Before they could exit their bedroom though, Steve stopped Bucky and said, "I want to name the white kitten, 'Duchess.'"
Dopey grin stretching his lips, Bucky leaned down and kissed Steve as he assured, "Anything you want."
"Thank you," Steve smiled, kissing him again.
Pulling away when the kids started calling for them, Steve led the way out of the master bedroom. Oliver -- still upset about his bloodstained clothes -- crossed his arms and huffed, "So, who gets to name the kittens?"
"Well," Bucky gave him a pointed look before explaining, "Papa named the white kitten, 'Duchess.' But that leaves the gray one, orange one, and the calico --"
"What's cow-co?" Bitsy softly questioned, her little brows furrowed.
Exasperated, Oliver face-palmed and shook his head. Meanwhile, Bucky explained, "Calico is where they have all the colors."
"Oh, okay," Bitsy smiled, hugging her blanky closer.
Smiling, Steve joined her on the chaise, and was filled with love when the other little kids joined him. Kissing the top of their heads and marking over them. Even Finn lounged against Nevie. Oliver, on the other hand, remained curled in on himself. Sure, Steve knew that he was upset about the kittens being born on some of his clothes, and Oliver had been even more upset when Steve lectured him about placing his clothes in the hamper. But Steve had assumed that the mention of naming kittens would lift his spirits.
"So, we're going to come up with the names together," Bucky finished with a toothy grin. Looking over the kids' faces expectantly, Bucky asked, "How does that sound?"
When the kids didn't answer, Steve cheered, "Sounds awesome!"
"Princess Butterfly!" Cori suggested, standing on the couch and jumping into Bucky's arms.
Scenting her, Bucky chuckled, "Princess Butterfly?" As she nodded, Bucky kissed her baby-chubby cheek and asked the other kids, "Who else wants Princess Butterfly?"
Finn laughed and the girls giggled while Kit proclaimed, "I like it!"
"Alright," Bucky smiled while shifting Cori so she was better settled on his hip.
Steve asked, "Which kitten should be Princess Butterfly?"
"Hmm," Cori thought, tapping her little finger on her chin as she thought. The same way that Oliver used to do. It made Steve's chest clench and caused him to reach over Nevie and Finn so he could ruffle Oliver's hair. However, the moody pre-teen jerked away and shook his short hair out of his eyes. Steve tried to ignore how that stung and wished that it didn't remind him of his own moody actions growing up.
"I wanna name the calico one," Finn decided.
"What do you wanna name her, sweetie?" Steve asked, smoothing his hand over his dark auburn curls.
Face scrunching as he thought, Finn finally answered, "Autumn."
Steve smiled and Bucky encouraged, "I think that's a great name."
Finn preened and Steve decided, "So, Princess Butterfly will be the orange kitten."
"Little PB, her highness," Bucky smiled, blowing a raspberry against Cori's cheek. Pulling away from the giggling girl so she could rest her head on his broad shoulder, Bucky asked Oliver, "What about you, squirt? You wanna name the gray one?"
Sighing, Oliver shrugged, "Bruce."
"Bruce?" Steve good-humoredly scoffed, "Why Bruce?"
"Like," Oliver rolled his eyes, "Batman. You know? Bruce Wayne?"
Exchanging a look with his husband, Bucky confirmed, "Bruce, it is. It's a good name."
"Bruce," Steve nodded, glad to see Oliver's lips tug up at the corners. Maybe he wasn't that mad about the kittens after all.
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loveforpreserumsteve · 5 days ago
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and Three:
Finally washing the silver paint off Nevie's face, Steve reminded Cori, "It's not makeup. It doesn't go on people."
"Sorry, papa," Cori said, not going back to her painting until Steve reassured, "It's okay, sweetie."
As Kit reached for the blue paint, his sleeve dipped into the white paint. Instantly, Kit apologized, "I'm sorry."
However, before Steve can assure the little boy that it was okay, Oliver yelled from his room, "Gross! POPS, THE CAT JUST TOOK A HUGE DUMP ON MY CLOTHES!"
"Great," Steve muttered under his breath, standing from the table and grabbing some cleaning supplies.
Standing from the table too, Kit said, "I wanna see!"
"No," Steve told him, "You don't need to see cat poop, go back to painting."
Remembering the paint on his sleeve though, Steve backtracked to him. Using a paper towel to clean the six year old's clothing the best he could before racing upstairs. Already lecturing his oldest, "This is why we pick up our rooms, Oliver Thomas!"
"So the cat won't poop on my clothes?" Oliver sassed back as he stood in the hallway, looking very uncomfortable about the cat making a mess of his room.
Getting the supplies ready so he could quickly clean up, Steve entered the room and rounded the corner as though he was going to enter the bathroom. When he found Alpine, he paused. Mouth dropping open and eyes going wide. There, in a pile of clothes just to the side of the hamper, Alpine wasn't pooping, she was giving birth.
Immediately, Steve instructed, "Call your dad, now!"
"Why?" Oliver asked, concerned.
"Alpine is giving birth," Steve stated, then turned for his son's desk where his tablet was charging. Not needing to ask him again, Oliver raced downstairs while Steve googled, what to do when cat is giving birth.
Skimming through the article, Steve called out, "Hey, cookie?! Can you get me a heating pad and scissors?"
Rushing into the bathroom, himself, Steve washed his hands and got the container of dental floss. Hoping that Alpine would chew through the umbilical cord, but knowing that he'd have to cut it if she didn't. Of course, Steve hoped that it didn't come to that.
"Pops!" Oliver declared, carrying the phone over to him as Steve re-entered the room. "Dad's on the phone!"
Trying to help Alpine, Steve instructed, "Put the phone on speaker."
Doing as told, Oliver held the phone out to his father. On the other line, Bucky asked, "What's going on?"
"The one homeless cat that, 'found you,' had to be pregnant," Steve informed, trying not to intervene unless he had to.
"Are you sure she's pregnant?" Bucky questioned on the other end of the line.
"Pretty sure," Steve answered, looking over the crying, slimy dark-fur kitten with fleshy looking paws while Oliver sassed, "If she's not having kittens, she's got some crying poop."
"Here ya go, papa," Finn entered the room, carrying the heating pad and scissors.
"Thank you, baby," Steve took the items from him. Noticing the kitten, Finn's face scrunched up. Especially when Alpine started eating the placenta. Even Steve felt queasy at that. So, he said, "You don't have to stay in here."
"Thank you!" Finn sighed in relief and rushed out of the room.
On the speaker phone, Bucky asked, "How many kittens are there?"
Just as he was about to tell him, one, another kitten joined them. Briefly, Steve thought that it was hairless before realizing that they had a white coat just like their mom, but with it being wet, it matted to its tiny body while Alpine bathed it. Only once the second kitten meowed did Steve answer, "Two."
As Alpine started cleaning that kitten off too, Oliver commented, "That's so gross!"
"It's nature," Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Doesn't make it any less gross," Oliver argued, mocking a gag at the end like an exclamation point.
Sitting on the floor, Steve shook his head and chuckled as he reached for his phone. With his only task done, the twelve year old left his room while Steve told his husband, "You're giving the kids The Talk, for this one."
Chuckling, Bucky agreed, "Deal." Then, he asked, "How's she doing?"
"Fine, I think," Steve shrugged, not knowing how a cat acted in labor, "I think she's having another contraction."
Watching as Alpine started panting and how her stomach tightened before redirecting his attention to the tablet. Trying to figure out how to help her. It mentioned petting her, but having just met her this morning, Steve didn't think that would help. So, Steve just helplessly sat on the floor in front of the pile of ruined clothes and hoped the cat was doing okay.
"Okay," Bucky assured, "I'll be home soon. I'll try and get out early."
"Okay," Steve kept watching Alpine as she shifted and started pushing, "See you in a bit."
"See you in a bit," Bucky repeated, "I love you."
"Love you, too."
Hanging up, Steve watched as an orange kitten joined them. Just like with the previous two, Alpine cleaned that one too. And just like their siblings, the kitten squeaked out a tiny, shrill meow. Steve's heart couldn't help but adore the kittens already.
This morning, he had one cat, now -- as Alpine started pushing again -- he had five cats. Steve wondered how they were going to handle five cats. After all, the only pet that Steve had ever had was Greg, and she was already housebroken. And with Greg, she was old enough to know not to go around the little kids. At least, not when they were in their hair-pulling phase.
What were they going to do with --
Slimy and bloody, a calico kitten was brought into the world. While Alpine cleaned that one, all the other kittens continued to cry and tried to get at her engorged nipples. Blindly climbing over each other and stumbling about, unsteady on their feet.
Alpine gave him a look and Steve empathized, "I know the feeling."
Then, with everything seemingly under control, Steve made his way downstairs. Seeing that Oliver was helping with the little kids, Steve was grateful as he grabbed Alpine's water bowl. Figuring that she had to be absolutely parched after birthing four kittens.
As Steve returned with the water, he was glad to see that no new kittens had been born in his absence. After all, four was more than plenty if anyone asked Steve.
Setting the bowl within her reach, Steve teased, "You sure have your work cut out for yourself, huh?"
In response, Alpine continued bathing herself and the kittens. Only briefly looking at Steve as she let the kittens at her. Nudging them with her head or paws when they didn't latch. Steve couldn't help but understand that feeling too.
"From a papa to a mama," Steve scratched at her head. Glad when she started purring, "These are the easy days."
Alpine simply blinked up at him. Not that Steve could blame her. Knowing just how exhausted he had been after delivering his own kids. He couldn't even imagine doing it without the assistance of drugs and Bucky. Looking over her bloodstained white fur and the kittens latched along her exposed belly, Steve questioned himself, oy vey, what have I gotten myself into?
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
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One Hundred and Two:
It was the fourth day of Hanukkah, the first day of Winter Break, and something was up with Bucky. For the past two weeks Bucky had been acting... off. Going to work early. Staying at work later. Preoccupied. If Steve didn't know any better, he'd assume that his bonded was cheating. Fortunately, Steve did know better. But that still didn't explain what was going on with the alpha.
When he caught the brunet carrying some old blankets under his arm, Steve stopped him, "Ya gonna tell what you're hiding, or do I have to find out for myself?"
Nervously chuckling, Bucky questioned, "Hiding? I'm not hiding anything."
Entirely unamused, Steve crossed his arms and quirked a brow, "James, I'm about to spend an entire two weeks with a moody pre-teen, a frustrated musician, a class clown, and overzealous triplets. I don't have the energy to argue with you."
Studying his mate for a moment, Bucky relented and led Steve through the house to the garage. Bringing him around to the back of the Volvo, Bucky avoided Steve's confused gaze and opened the trunk door. There, everything made a whole hell of a lot more sense.
Finding a white cat laying in a box with some of Bucky's old, stained sweatshirts, Bucky quickly rambled, "She's been coming to the garage and since it's so cold, I couldn't just leave her there, ya know? And I know that we've said we wouldn't get another pet until the kids were older, but it wasn't like I went out and looked for one, she found me. And I'll do all the work, you won't have to worry. I'll change the litter and make sure she has enough food and water. And the kids are old enough to know not to eat her food. So... can we keep her?"
Knowing how difficult the past couple of years without Greg was for his husband, Steve took a step closer to let the pretty white cat sniff his hand. Loudly, she started purring and Steve tenderly scratched under her chin. Finally confirming, "Yeah, we can keep her."
"Yes!" Bucky triumphantly raised his arms and wrapped his arms around Steve, bringing the omega close before lifting him and twirling him around. Steve squealed at the action and Bucky said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," while littering Steve's face with kisses.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Steve shook his head, teasing, "But this counts as your big Hanukkah present."
"Fine by me," Bucky chuckled, leaning in and kissing Steve.
When he set Steve down, the blond asked, "So, does she have a name, or...?"
"Alpine," Bucky answered, scratching at her ear, earning another loud purr from her.
"How'd you come up with that?"
"She was laying on a magazine opened to a picture of an Alpine A110," Bucky explained. Steve wasn't the most well-versed with cars, so he was grateful for his husband explaining, "It's a French sports car."
"Ah," Steve nodded. Affectionately petting Alpine, Steve asked, "Have you taken her to the vet?"
"Not yet," Bucky shrugged, "Went around trying to see if she belonged to anyone. But no one claimed her. And Dr. Rambeau can't get her in until tomorrow."
"Well," Steve sighed. Holding out his hands, with his fist hovering over his palm, he decided, "Who's gonna keep the kids in check when they meet her?"
Just like always, Bucky obliged and, just like always, won. And just like always, Steve commented, "Fuck," under his breath. As they heard the kids start to call out for them, Steve stood on his tiptoes and kissed Bucky before heading for the door.
Turning to see Bucky cradling the obese cat to his chest, Steve inhaled deeply and entered the house. Unlike with Oliver and Finn -- who just wanted to sleep in when they didn't have school -- the younger four had a set schedule. And right now, they knew that it was time for morning cartoons and breakfast.
Greeting them, Steve asked the kids, "How's latke waffles sound?"
"Yummy!" A chorus round came from the girls with Kit being the loudest.
So, Steve pulled the stuff out and was about to get breakfast started when Bucky entered the house. Instantly, Steve raced for the living room to try and calm the kids. Deciding to tell them, "This morning, you get a Hanukkah present. Are you ready?"
All the kids nodded, looking up at Steve with a sparkle in their eyes and messy, bed-rumpled hair. Steve continued to warn them, "And you gotta be real quiet and you gotta be real nice. Okay?"
Another nod and Bucky finally carried Alpine into the room. Forgetting the first rule, the kids squealed and giggled when they saw the fluffy fat cat in their daddy's arms. Instantly, the four went to grab at her. And, boy, did Steve feel bad for Alpine. The poor thing just didn't know what she had gotten herself into.
"Nicely!" Steve sternly reminded, glad that the kids started using gentle touches, but ready to intervene if he needed to. And when Alpine purred, Steve couldn't help but admit that she was definitely in the right house if what she wanted was love. There were plenty of people there to give it to her.
"What's his name?" Kit asked, tenderly scratching the top of her head and getting a headbutt in return.
"Her name is, 'Alpine,'" Bucky informed with a soft smile. Easing himself onto the chaise, Bucky asked the kids, "What do you think? You think Alpine should stay?"
"Yeah!" Cori cheered while Bitsy agreed, "She's home!"
Before either Nevie or Kit could vocalize their assent, Oliver's voice cracked, "What the hell?"
"Oliver Thomas!" Bucky reprimanded, scandalized.
Steve gave the little kids a pointed look and told their oldest, "Language."
Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms along his chest and accused, "You said we couldn't have a puppy, but then you bring home a cat?! What kind of crap is that?!"
"Watch it," Steve reprimanded. Then, threw his husband under the bus, "Ask your father. You know he's a cat magnet."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Oliver muttered and rolled his eyes before entering the kitchen.
Inhaling deeply, Steve reminded himself that Oliver's body was changing. Hormones and all that jazz. His current attitude wasn't who he was. And Steve wanted to apologize to Sarah because there was no doubt that the woman was a saint after having to deal with him and his shitty attitude at that age.
At least Ollie isn't constantly in fights.
Steve just needed to stick to the bright side of things. After all, it was Hanukkah. It was a time for them to do good and be good. He just needed to keep reminding himself of that.
"Well," Bucky called over his shoulder, asking Oliver, "Do you want to meet the new family member or not?"
Taking a drink of his orange juice, Oliver shrugged and agreed, "Might as well."
Just as affectionately as he had been with Greg, Oliver pet Alpine. And while he had been moody just moments before, the longer he loved on the fluffy fat cat, the more he started to ease. A small smile even tugged at his lips.
Eventually, Steve went to make breakfast and Bucky let Alpine get more acquainted with her new home while getting her food and water dishes and litter box. Thankfully, the kids also eventually grew bored of following the cat around and found other things to occupy themselves with. Glad that they weren't going to smother or scare the furry white beauty.
"Alright," Bucky said, finishing his latke waffle and rising from the island stool. Walking around the island, Bucky placed his plate in the dishwasher and kissed Steve's temple, "I'll see you tonight."
Turning, Steve shared a sweet, chaste kiss with his husband and wished, "Have a good day, honey."
"You too, babe," Bucky smiled, kissing him again.
Smiling, Steve nodded and watched as the alpha gave the kids hugs and kisses as he reminded them, "Be good for papa, okay? And be nice to Alpine."
"We will," the kids eagerly promised.
"Good," Bucky walked around the sofa. Dropping a kiss to the top of Oliver's head, Bucky leaned in close to softly tell him something. Steve just rolled his eyes, figuring that Bucky was telling the pre-teen to behave while he was gone.
Making his way back into the kitchen, Bucky exchanged another kiss with Steve and reminded him, "I love you."
"I love you, too," Steve confirmed. Always making sure that his alpha knew that he was loved. And with the kids repeating that they loved him, how could he not know?
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why am i suddenly getting recommended a flood of mpreg blogs. it is one of my very few strict no's. [tumblr] please stop that. men with nice juicy tits aren't inherently pregnant, please i am begging you to understand this
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and One:
"Pops, c'mon," Oliver huffed, but knew better than to move.
Steve continued touching up Oliver's werewolf face fur and rhetorically asked, "Do you want it to be good, or not?"
In reply, Oliver rolled his eyes. Not vocalizing his complaints, even though his attitude spoke enough. Steve just focused more on his task. After all, he understood that Oliver was nervous. It was his first school dance, and that was a big deal. Even if the twelve year old kept insisting that it wasn't.
Finishing up, Steve set down the tiny paint brush he was using to touch up the fake blood, and examined his hard work. Admittedly, Oliver looked adorable, but he wasn't going to tell the hormone-riddled twelve year old that. If he did, the stubborn boy would probably insist on having another costume. Or say he didn't want to go to the dance at all.
"Well?" Oliver impatiently questioned, quirking a furry brow.
"I think I'm done," Steve confirmed, moving so Oliver could look over his reflection.
Evaluating himself, Oliver kept tilting his face this way and that. Occasionally turning his padded shoulders to look at more of the costume. It was obvious that Oliver wanted to look good.
A small smile tugged at Steve's lips and he assured, "You look great."
"You have to say that," Oliver rolled his eyes again.
"I don't have to, I get to," Steve corrected with a fond smile. Leaving the bathroom he asked, "Want me to start the car?"
"No, that's okay," Oliver followed him downstairs.
With Bucky taking the younger kids trick-or-treating, Steve grabbed the keys for the Volvo. Making sure that Oliver had money for the ticket, they climbed into the SUV and headed for the school. Monster Mash on the radio, Steve carefully watched out for the kids finishing their trick-or-treating, but smiled at how cute all of their little costumes were.
Trying to ease Oliver's anxieties, Steve asked, "Are you excited?"
Oliver shrugged and fidgeted with his strategically ripped plaid shirt that revealed the faux, furry muscles underneath, "I don't know."
Nodding, Steve admitted, "I never liked school dances."
Good-humoredly scoffing, Oliver teased, "Yeah, having seen how you dance, I can see why."
"Hey," Steve feigned offense while the twelve year old chuckled. "We didn't all inherit your dad's rhythm."
Easing in the passenger seat, Oliver continued laughing as he said, "I'm glad I didn't inherit yours."
"Ha ha," Steve sarcastically laughed, but was glad that Oliver wasn't worrying as they got closer to the school. Probably because making fun of Steve was a well-honored family pastime, just as much as making fun of Bucky was.
Pulling into the parking lot, Steve got in the drop-off line closest to the building and asked, "What time does this end?"
"Nine," Oliver reminded, even though Steve could've easily gone home and checked their calendar or even logged onto the parent portal.
Nodding, Steve smiled and confirmed, "See you at nine."
Worrying his lower lip, Oliver nodded and repeated, "At nine."
Putting the Volvo in park, Steve turned to fully look at Oliver. Reminding, "Just have fun."
"Fun," Oliver exhaled a huff before gathering the courage to leave the SUV.
After Oliver started walking towards the school, Steve was about to pull away, but stopped when Oliver double backed to him. Since Oliver wasn't making for the handle, Steve rolled down the window. Asking, "Everything okay?"
"What if she doesn't want to dance with me?"
Chest clenching at the fear in those steel-blue eyes, Steve took another page from Sarah Rogers's book and offered, "Then, go out there and show her what she's missing."
Although he still didn't seem so sure, a small smile tugged at his lips and he said, "Thanks, pops."
"Anytime," Steve assured, sitting there for a moment longer until Oliver was inside the school. And then he sat there for another moment until he had bought his ticket and left the lobby.
The whole way back home, Steve hoped and prayed that, whoever this mystery girl was, she wouldn't be mean to him. After all, this was Oliver's first crush. And although heartache was a part of growing up, Steve didn't want someone to be cruel to the pre-teen. Oliver was a good boy who would handle the rejection respectfully, that much Steve could find comfort in. However, Steve had once been in junior high and he knew how kids that age could act, and that's what worried Steve.
When he finally made it home, Bucky and the younger kids were back. Steve found their noisy chatter and candy riddled nonsense a much needed relief than worrying about how Oliver could potentially be hurt by his first crush.
"Papa, look at all the candy!" Bitsy called out, her pink felt witch's hat abandoned on the floor beside her.
"Yeah, d'ya get a lot?" Steve asked, taking a seat on the large sectional sofa while Bucky lounged on the chaise.
While Bucky absentmindedly marked his back, Finn -- correction, the great, classical French composure, Joseph Bologne, Chevalier de Saint-Georges -- moved the sucker to the side of his mouth as he answered, "A lot, a lot."
"Oh, so enough to give me a piece," Steve teased. His smile growing as the kids pleaded for him to not want any of their candy.
Relaxing into the couch, Steve cuddled up to Bucky. Since it was the Friday before Halloween and the kids had just got back from trick-or-treating, the pair allowed the kids to stay awake past their bedtime. Sure, that resulted in Nevie passed out on the floor, still in her purple witch's costume, and Cori stripped out of her green witch costume, with Kit laughing louder at Under Wraps than usual, and Finn sporting a chocolate goatee. But Steve wouldn't trade any of it.
After pressing a tender kiss to the top of Steve's head, Bucky softly asked, "What time do we have to pick up Ollie?"
"Nine," Steve answered, checking the clock. Returning his attention to the movie, Steve remembered how Oliver had worried about his crush, so Steve tilted his face up, looking up at Bucky, he informed, "And his crush is some girl at school."
"Really? How do you know?" Bucky eagerly questioned.
"Because he asked, 'what if she doesn't dance with me?'" Steve smiled.
"I'm glad we didn't bet on it," Bucky chuckled, kissing Steve's forehead, "Because all my money was on Tony."
Playfully rolling his eyes, Steve poked Bucky's side as he teased, "You just want to be related to Howard."
"Hey, family gets a discount," Bucky reasoned.
Snorting, Steve reminded, "We already get a discount."
"Oh, right," Bucky chuckled before yawning. "Can't blame me for wanting our son to fall in love with his best friend. I know it was the best thing to ever happen to me."
"He's twelve," Steve scoffed, shaking his head. Back to resting against Bucky, Steve advised, "How about we focus on getting him through junior high before finding his future mate."
"Deal," Bucky agreed, yawning again. Clearly the epitome of the tired old man that Steve always teased him of being. Not that Steve minded as he cuddled closer.
When the credits to the Disney Channel Original Movie scrolled along the screen, Steve checked the clock once more. Finding that it was almost nine, Steve reluctantly removed himself from his snoring husband and carefully stepped over and around their passed out children.
Finally reaching the other side of the sofa, Steve kissed Bucky's forehead and kissed Kit's too, since he was the only one awake. Telling the little boy, "Bedtime when I get back, okay?"
"Okay," Kit easily accepted, still dressed in his Dash costume.
As he drove for the junior high school, Steve danced in his seat and sang along with the radio. Trying to settle his nerves by distracting himself. Trying to remain hopeful that Oliver's young heart wasn't crushed.
Pulling up in the same line as before, Steve was glad to see Oliver standing with Tony and Rhodey, laughing and having a good time. That sparked a little hope in his chest that things were okay. That Oliver was okay.
When Oliver spotted Steve, him and the other two boys headed over to the Volvo. Opening the passenger door, Oliver asked, "Can Tony and Rhodey stay the night?"
"Did you ask their parents?" Steve asked, looking over the other two boys.
"Yup," Tony answered while Rhodey added, "They said it was fine."
"Alright," Steve happily allowed. Once the three pre-teens were situated, Steve asked, "How was the dance? Did you have fun?"
"It was alright," Oliver shrugged, the perfect depiction of nonchalance.
"You're only saying that because Karli danced with you," Tony teased while he and Rhodey both made kissy faces at Oliver in the front seat.
Turning around Oliver swatted at them and chuckled, "Shut up!"
Steve, all the while, laughed and enjoyed his son's friends' rendition of Sitting in a Tree. Not being able to refrain from joining along, "First comes love. Second comes marriage. Third comes the baby in the baby carriage."
"Pops!" Oliver looked over at Steve in betrayal. But Steve couldn't feel too bad since he noticed the way Oliver was fighting a smile.
With the knowledge that his son's heart hadn't been broken, Steve's good mood made him reach over and ruffle Oliver's dark hair. Adoring how the pre-teen pulled back and chuckled through his protest. He might not have been the little boy he had once been, but he was always one step closer to becoming the man that he was meant to be.
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred:
"Can I, um," Oliver approached the living room, wringing his hands. Rubbing his foot against his calf, Oliver cleared his throat and started again, "Can I ask you something?"
Putting down his book, Steve focused on their oldest while Bucky set his crocheting project to the side, so he could focus, too. Steve was half-expecting him to ask if he could stop going to his Torah tutoring. And while he knew that it meant a lot to their family, he wasn't going to force the boy into doing something he didn't want to do.
"How did you know that you liked someone?"
Steve's brows arched high on his head while the bond revealed that Bucky was equally surprised. This definitely wasn't what Steve was expecting that Tuesday night. But when he realized that it was the Tuesday before the Halloween school dance, it made a little more sense.
"Well," Steve started, snuggling up closer to Bucky, "When I was your age, I always knew when I liked someone because my stomach would twist into knots and I would laugh at everything they said. And I mean everything. Even stuff that wasn't funny!"
Oliver's brows furrowed while he worried his lower lip with his teeth and sat down on the sofa. Clearly, Steve's experiences wasn't what he was experiencing. Which was when Bucky came to the rescue. Like always.
"I knew that I liked someone when they became everything I thought about. And how I just wanted to be around them, or even just see them for a second. And then I would wonder if they were thinking about me, too." Bucky chuckled at himself as he added, "And my family knew I liked someone when that person became all I talked about. Things like, 'So-and-so, did this,' and, 'So-and-so, said this.' God, it was so obvious. And your aunts teased me relentlessly. It was awful!"
Smiling up at his husband, Steve was glad to see that the alpha never grew out of that. Remembering how Bucky acted around him in the beginning, but mostly remembering how Bucky's family acted around him. All the jokes and comments at Bucky's expense while Bucky just blushed and tried to downplay it. Almost thirteen years together, and Steve still preened at the fact that Bucky had liked him from the very moment they met.
Contemplating this, Oliver nodded, but kept his gaze on his lap as he pulled at a loose string on his sleep pants. Biting back his own grin, Steve glanced up at Bucky, exchanging a look with his husband. Their little boy was growing up. And while it made Steve's chest clench to think about how fast the time flew by, it filled him with a sense of accomplishment. That they had done the best they could and raised a polite, good boy who stood for what he believed in. And with all of that, it brought some excitement to see how their oldest continued to grow.
"Did you ever ask someone to a school dance?"
Feeling as though his own experience wasn't the most encouraging for Oliver's confidence, Steve decided to not share his failed attempt and let Bucky share his own stories.
"No," Bucky answered and well, that wasn't going to help. Oliver's shoulders slumped and Bucky added, "But I did ask people to dance."
Worrying his lower lip, Oliver asked, "Did anyone ever say no?"
"Of course," Bucky chuckled, "And it hurt like hell, but that made me cherish the yeses that much more. You should handle rejection well, but you shouldn't let that stop you from asking to begin with. But you gotta remember to be respectful. Respectful when you ask. Respectful if you're rejected. Respectful if the offers accepted."
"Right," Oliver nodded.
Briefly pressing his lips together, Steve questioned, "Ya thinkin' about asking someone to the Halloween dance?"
Freckled cheeks tinging red, Oliver rolled his eyes and rose from his seat, "Goodnight."
"Love you!" Steve and Bucky told the twelve year old's retreating form.
"Love you, too!" Oliver called over his shoulder as he headed up the staircase.
As Steve returned to his book, Bucky said, "I bet it's Tony."
Brows furrowing, Steve scoffed, "What?"
"The person he likes," Bucky clarified.
"Yeah, I gathered that," Steve shook his head, abandoning the novel once more as he continued, "There's no way that Oliver has a crush on Tony. They're like brothers. They fight more than our actual kids do."
"Haven't you ever heard about, 'bickering like an old married couple?'" Bucky quirked an eyebrow as though he just made a slam-dunk point.
Which, he hadn't.
Steve cackled as he stood from the couch and argued, "That's not bickering like an old married couple."
"Then what is?" Bucky crossed his arms and smirked.
"This is," Steve answered, entering the master bedroom.
It didn't take long for Bucky to join him. Automatically finding themselves in the master bathroom, getting ready at the double vanity. As Steve removed his contacts, Bucky said, "We're not an old married couple."
"Yeah, you're right," Steve sarcastically agreed, "Mid-forties is the new twenty."
Poking Steve's side, causing the omega to squirm as he cleaned his face, Bucky came up and wrapped his arms around Steve's waist. Nuzzling into Steve's neck, Bucky whined, "It's not fair. You still look like a teenager."
"I do not," Steve chuckled, elbowing Bucky as he dried his face.
Following Steve into the bedroom, Bucky asked, "So, who do you think his crush is?"
Steve shrugged and climbed into their king bed, "Probably some kid at school. I doubt he'd let us meet them."
"Why not?" Bucky's brows furrowed.
With his glasses and hearing aids on the side table, Steve made himself more comfortable. Placing his prosthetic on his bedside table, Bucky curled his flesh arm around Steve. Lacing their fingers together, Steve yawned, "Because you embarrass him."
"Hey," Bucky chuckled, "I'm not embarrassing."
"Buck, you literally told him that he should be happy we still find each other attractive when he caught us making out," Steve reminded. Wiggling back, so he was flush against Bucky's front.
"I still stand by that," Bucky nuzzled into the back of Steve's neck. Pressing a kiss to it like always, Bucky kept his lips there for a moment. Through the bond, Steve could feel a swirl of emotions from pride to fear to excitement to sorrow. Before Steve could ask, Bucky said, "He's growing up so fast."
Feeling tears prickle at the corner of his eyes, Steve gave his hand a comforting squeeze, "I know."
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loveforpreserumsteve · 13 days ago
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
Ninety-Nine:
As the weeks passed, Rhodey became another fixture at the Barnes house just as Tony and Pepper had. With after school homework sessions, joining the Barnes' clan at soccer games to cheer on his friends, and a plethora of sleepovers where the group of pre-teens explored the PG-13 section of Steve's horror collection.
And this weekend was no different.
Just like every time that Rhodey and Tony stayed the night, the night passed with the usual amount of chaos. With the older boys wanting to tell ghost stories and play video games not appropriate for the younger kids, all the while the little ones wanting to be around the cool big kids. It wasn't unusual for these antics, but it sure did amp up with Rhodey being added to the mix.
Once the younger boys and the girls were tucked into bed and fast asleep, Oliver asked, "Can we watch a scary movie?"
Cuddled up to Bucky on the couch, Steve looked over the three twelve year olds before looking up at Bucky. The brunet -- who wasn't a fan of horror and didn't understand their son's recent fascination with the genre -- just shrugged. So, Steve shrugged and said, "I don't see why not."
Standing from the couch, Steve crossed the living room to the master bedroom where they kept the inappropriate movies. On his heels, Oliver, Tony, and Rhodey followed, just like the prior few weekends. Steve smiled as his eyes scanned over the movies. Movies from classics to slashers to found footage, and everything in between.
Over his shoulder, Steve asked, "Anything in mind?"
"Something really scary!" Oliver answered while Tony added, "Something cool!"
Softly, Rhodey shrugged, "Something fun."
Smiling, Steve scanned through the movies for something that they hadn't watched the previous weekends. Picking a few movies that he thought the boys might like without traumatizing them. Handing them over to Oliver, Steve said, "You guys might like these. I watched these around your age."
Going through the stack he was handed, Oliver's face furrowed and he gave his papa a pointed look. Complaining, "Half of these are, like, super old."
"They're called, 'classics,'" Steve playfully rolled his eyes and ruffled Oliver's hair, leading the way out of the room.
As the other boys looked over the movies, Rhodey claimed, "My sister said that this movie is so scary that she couldn't sleep with the lights off for a week."
Brows arched high on his forehead, Tony and Oliver agreed that that was definitely the one they needed to watch. Steve couldn't help but chuckle to himself and shake his head as he crawled back onto the couch. Nuzzling up to Bucky who opened his arms invitingly. Cozy and content on the sofa together while the boys made their way back to the basement.
"What movie do you think they're talking about?" Bucky asked, lips to Steve's temple.
Chuckling, Steve said, "Guess we'll find out."
Good-naturedly, Bucky scoffed, "I don't understand why they're so into horror movies now."
"It's because they're fun," Steve playfully swatted at Bucky's stomach before making himself more comfortable. "It's an adrenalin rush. Just like how you like rollercoasters."
"What's the matter with rollercoasters?" Bucky asked, feigning offense as he started tickling Steve.
Trying to muffle his laughter, Steve shoved at Bucky, warning his husband, "You're gonna wake the girls."
"Only if you're loud," Bucky wiggled his brows suggestively. Shifting, so he could tickle Steve some more.
Tensing, Steve started gasping out giggles. Writhing on the couch underneath Bucky as the pair shifted again. With their new position, Bucky's touches turned from tickling to caressing. Giving Steve a dopey grin that made affection bloom in his chest and through their bond. Then, the mood shifted as the pair started sweetly kissing each other. Acting as though they were teenagers.
"Ew."
Pulling away, Bucky sat up and reminded their son, "Hey, you should feel lucky that your pops and I still love each other and are attracted to one another."
Snorting, Steve sat up, trying to smooth down his mussed appearance, "Stop embarrassing him in front of his friends."
"I'm not embarrassing him," Bucky playfully rolled his eyes. "He should be grateful that his parents are this --"
"Please, stop talking," Oliver pleaded while he started the popcorn and Rhodey covered his mouth to muffle his laughter.
"Yes, please stop talking," Steve agreed as he stood from the couch. Walking around the large sectional sofa, Steve headed for the kitchen, asking his mate, "You want anything."
"Oh, I want something," Bucky mocked, purposely trying to make their son cringe just to mess with him.
"Gro-oss," Oliver exaggerated, holding his hands to his ears as he gave his parents a disgusted glare. While Rhodey laughed, Oliver told him, "Don't encourage them."
Shaking his head as he chuckled, Steve got himself some juice and snagged a few pieces of popcorn from the large bowl. As the boys turned to leave for the basement, Steve kissed Oliver's temple and reminded, "Share that with Tony, yeah?"
"Duh," Oliver answered as he left the kitchen.
On the other hand, Rhodey assured, "Don't worry, we will."
Returning to his spot beside Bucky, Steve teased, "He gets all of that from you."
"Yeah, okay," Bucky sarcastically agreed, wrapping Steve up in his arms once more.
Snuggling into his husband, Steve half-focused on the cheesy omrom that Bucky wanted to watch. More interested in cuddling than the awful kidnapping subplot that was going to show how the omega's alpha was a bad guy and how they were, instead, going to fall for the beta who their alpha hired to kidnap them. Believing that having seen one omrom, seen all omroms -- even the Lifetime made for TV ones -- Steve couldn't care less about the movie itself. But Steve cared about his spouse. And Bucky, for whatever reason, cared about these predictable and problematic movies.
So, Steve snuggled close and let his heavy eyelids close for just a mo--
"Shh."
Giggles were what had Steve groggily opening his eyes. His vision blurry for a moment as he blindly felt around for his glasses on the coffee table. Trying not to disturb his snoring spouse, Steve pushed himself off the sofa. Covering his mouth as he yawned and made his way for the kitchen.
Finding Oliver and Rhodey standing in the open door of the fridge, Steve asked, "Whatcha guys doin'?"
Their whisperings stopped and they covered their mouths to muffle their giggles. Holding up the can of whipped cream, Oliver had a twinkle in his steel-blue eyes as he quietly explained, "Tony fell asleep, so we're --"
Giggling, he wasn't able to finish the statement, but Steve understood it enough. Playfully rolling his eyes, Steve held his hand out for the whipped cream and said, "Go get the shaving cream. The last thing we need is for an infestation."
"Okay," Oliver willingly handed the can over.
Closing the fridge door as the boys raced for the master bedroom, Steve shook his head and muttered, "Kids," before tipping his head back and spraying some whipped cream into his mouth.
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loveforpreserumsteve · 15 days ago
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As We Grow: “ALN” Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
Ninety-Eight:
"Dad! The girls won't leave us alone!" Oliver bellowed from the basement.
"Daddy, we play, too!" Cori demanded, stomping her foot.
A chorus of, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" coming from the other two girls as they raced for the living room where Bucky and Steve were relaxing with their own ice cream sundaes. But they weren't the only ones as Oliver called out, "Dad!"
With chocolate syrup on his chin, Bucky looked over at Steve, but Steve shrugged as he licked his own spoon, "They want you."
Bucky sighed and placed his bowl on the coffee table. As he went to stand, Steve stopped him and tenderly wiped the syrup off his scruffy face. Sweetly smiling, Bucky leaned down and kissed Steve.
Tugging at Bucky's plaid pajama pants, Bitsy whined, "Daddy, Ollie being mean!"
"He just wants to hang out with his friends," Bucky shrugged, removing Bitsy's little hand from his clothing. While Nevie climbed up to cuddle with Steve -- and silently begging for ice cream even though all the kids already had their own messy sundaes -- Bucky reminded the girls, "And Ollie sees you guys every day."
Steve considered that the end of it, but Bucky was a pushover. Especially whenever the kids pouted their little lips and gave him puppy dog eyes. It was Bucky's kryptonite. So, Steve simply sat back -- let Nevie have a spoonful of mint chip ice cream with chocolate syrup and crushed thin mint cookies -- and watched as Bucky's resolve crumbled and he headed over to the basement.
"Hey, Ollie," Bucky called down the stairs, "Can you come up here for a second?"
Sighing, Oliver did as he was asked. Standing off to the side with his arms crossed, Oliver waited for the lecture. And luckily for him, since he had friends over, Bucky cut straight to the point.
"Your siblings just want to spend time with you," Bucky started.
Oliver tossed his head back in his annoyance, but didn't say anything. Knowing that Bucky wasn't finished.
"Can't you just let them hang out for a little bit? You know that they'll just end up doing their own thing. They'll probably play with the chalkboard or something," Bucky continued, picking Cori up when she raised her arms. "Besides, they're gonna be getting ready for bed soon."
Dramatically, Oliver tossed his head back and reluctantly agreed, "Fine."
"Thank you," Bucky said, kissing Cori's cheek before setting her down. As the little kids cheered and raced downstairs to the play room, Bucky assured their oldest, "Just give me ten minutes to finish my sundae, then I'll call them back up. Deal?"
"Deal," Oliver smirked. His smile growing more sincere and fond when Bucky ruffled his hair.
As Bucky returned to the couch, Steve teased, "You should've asked for more time."
"Eh," Bucky shrugged, eating the rest of his mostly-melted ice cream. Making a mess while he said, "Figured that any longer and they'd kill each other. And you know how big of a mess that is."
"Takes one to know one?" Steve teased as he leaned over to clean some melted butter pecan ice cream from the corner of Bucky's mouth.
"You sayin' I'm a mess?" Bucky quirked a brow as he playfully moved into Steve's space. Purposely taking a bit of Steve's melting sundae.
Biting back his grin, Steve clarified, "I'm sayin' that you're gonna need a shower with the way you eat ice cream."
Crowding Steve on the couch, Bucky leaned in to kiss him. Keeping it PG, even though Steve could feel the heat growing between them, making it feel heady and leaving Steve lightheaded. Which was exactly why the pair pulled apart.
"The way you eat ice cream is why I'm gonna need a shower," Bucky teased, chastely kissing Steve before moving back to his seat.
When the same shit-eating grin crossed Bucky's face that he always got whenever he made Steve blush, Steve playfully kicked at his husband's thigh while grumbling, "Shut up."
As Bucky finished slurping down his melted sundae, Oliver called from the basement, "Uh, dad? It's been ten minutes!"
Shaking his head, Bucky stood and joked, "I can't believe you wanted to have all these kids."
"Hey!" Steve scoffed and nudged him with his foot, "I didn't see you complainin' while makin' 'em."
In silent reply, Bucky winked, causing another blush to color Steve's cheeks while he headed for the basement. Loudly clapping his hands as he announced, "Alright, bath time! Anyone under the age of twelve, come on up!"
"But daddy," the girls whined as they reluctantly climbed up to the main floor.
Trying to sweeten the deal, Bucky added, "You can use daddy and papa's bath."
Moods pulling a complete turnaround, the three little girls raced for the master bedroom. Excited to get to use the jacuzzi tub. And Steve couldn't blame them either since it was Steve's favorite part of the bathroom. Well, when a naked Bucky wasn't involved.
Gathering his and Bucky's empty bowls, Steve carried them into the kitchen. Rinsing them out before putting them in the dishwasher along with the bowls from the kids' sundaes. Then, he headed for the stairs, exchanging a kiss with his husband. Pulling back, Steve playfully swatted Bucky on his taut ass as they went their separate ways.
Steve started up the stairs to find Finn reading in the nook, he asked, "Good book?"
Nodding, Finn kept his attention on the Magic Tree House book and turned the page. Spotting the cover of the two kids in costumes on a stage beside William Shakespeare. It was Finn's favorite. Steve wasn't sure how many times the nine year old had read Stage Fright on a Summer Night, but glad to encourage it, nevertheless.
"You wanna read another chapter now while Kit takes a bath? Or do you wanna take a bath first and then read?"
Finn placed his finger in the book so he wouldn't lose his place as he considered his options. Finally deciding, "Kit go first."
"Alright," Steve agreed, entering their shared bedroom, finding Kit quietly building with the toddler LEGOs. "Bath time, sunshine."
"Can I bring the blocks?" Kit asked, holding up the tower he was working on.
Steve shrugged, "I don't see why not."
Excitedly, Kit gathered up his masterpiece and raced into the bathroom. Chuckling under his breath as he followed. Before Steve could even start the water for Kit's bath, the six year old was standing there butt-ass naked. Well, almost, as the little boy sat on the floor struggling to remove his socks.
Reaching for the bubble bath on the top shelf of the linen closet, Steve asked, "Do you want ocean berry or cupcake tonight?"
"No banana?" Kit's brows furrowed while he laid on the floor with a discarded sock in each hand.
"Nope," Steve frowned, but perked as he offered, "I think the girls' have apple."
"Okay!" Kit excitedly stood and ran for the stairs before Steve could even think about going to get it.
"Why are you naked?" Steve heard Oliver ask.
"Gonna take a bath," Kit replied.
Shaking his head, Steve chuckled and picked up the discarded clothes, putting them in the hamper. Walking through to Oliver's room to see if he has any clothes that needed to be picked up. All the while Oliver entered the bathroom from Kit and Finn's room.
"Pops," Oliver searched for him.
Picking up clothes, Steve said, "In here."
Passing through the bathroom to enter his bedroom, Oliver asked, "Can we watch a scary movie?"
With an arm full of discarded clothing and a hand on his hip, Steve asked, "Can you put your clothes in the hamper?"
"Yes," Oliver confirmed, going around and picking up more clothes. Crossing the room to Steve, Oliver took the clothes from him.
Steve smiled at the twelve year old -- who was nearly as tall as him already -- and questioned, "Can the movies wait until we get the little kids to bed?"
"I guess," Oliver sassed, but the genuine smile clued Steve in that he was fine with it.
"Papa, help!" Kit called out from the bathroom.
Ruffling Oliver's hair as the pre-teen picked up his room, Steve returned to the bathroom. Holding the jug of bubble bath, Kit was trying to pour it into the empty bathtub. Before the little boy could make a mess, Steve rushed over to him and took the jug from him.
"I'll do it, sweetie," Steve assured as he started the bath and added the apple scented bubble bath. Twisting the cap back on, Steve leaned over and kissed Kit's forehead before helping him into the bath.
As he sat on the floor, helping the little boy bathe and just supervise while he played, Steve couldn't help but remember when Oliver was his age. Couldn't help but think about how fast the time had passed. Already his babies were growing up and not babies anymore. With the girls claiming they were big girls, and Oliver in junior high, Steve laughed just a little harder when Kit made a bubble beard and bubble hat.
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whump-queen92 · 22 days ago
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Hi lovely fellow lovers of whump! I am finally coming out of the shadows with a fic idea. After recently watching Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (and falling in love with it) I got this terrible plot bunny - FMA crossover with The Handmaid's Tale, with Ed as June (the fic will also take place two years after the ending so Ed will be 18) This fic concept is certainly strange and unusual, however if anyone's interested in knowing more or reading the first part free feel to message me or leave a comment :)
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loveforpreserumsteve · 22 days ago
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As We Grow: “ALN” Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
Ninety-Four:
"I need money for lunch," Oliver announced as he rushed into the kitchen.
In the middle of making Oliver's lunch, Steve's brows furrowed, "But you never eat the school's lunch."
"But this is the first day of junior high," Oliver explained, "And Pepper said that her older sister told her that only dorks bring their lunch. And I don't want to be labeled a dork for the next three years."
"Oliver Thomas, you are not a dork," Steve defiantly informed. "You're intelligent, compassionate, funny, and a good boy. And if people don't see that, then that's their lost."
"It's a little early in the day for a speech, don't cha think?" Bucky teased, putting some scrambled eggs on Oliver's plate.
"Not helping," Steve poked Bucky's side, so he squirmed. Redirecting his attention to Oliver, he continued, "Plus, your dad is a dork, but that doesn't make him lesser."
Oliver rolled his eyes and Steve evaluated the twelve year old. Wondering where his little guy went and hoping that puberty didn't come along for a couple more years. After all, he was already starting to get an attitude. But because Steve remembered what it felt like to be in junior high, he went for his wallet and pulled out a five dollar bill.
Handing it to Oliver, he asked, "Are you going to need more than that?"
"I shouldn't," Oliver smiled, taking it and putting it in his back pocket. Then he averted his gaze and said, "But Tony and I were thinking about going to the comic book store after school."
Placing his hands on his hips, he scoffed, "Are you asking me or telling me?"
Sheepishly, Oliver questioned, "Asking?"
"Just you and Tony?" Bucky asked as he poured Cori some more mixed berry juice. "Because I think you're a little young to go downtown by yourselves."
Another eye roll from Oliver and Steve decided to just leave it alone. With it being the first day of school, Steve didn't want anything to go bad. Especially not another argument about Oliver's pre-teen attitude.
"Don't forget I have piano lessons," Finn reminded as he brought his plate over to the sink and rinsed it off.
"Right," Steve nodded and went over to the calendar. Noting that Oliver also had soccer practice. His brows furrowed, "When exactly were you thinking about going to the comic book store? Because you have practice."
Worrying his lower lip, Oliver kept his gaze on his breakfast as he shrugged, "After practice."
"That is definitely not going to happen," Steve decided. "You're not old enough to wander around by yourself downtown, and you're especially not old enough to do so when it's close to getting dark out. Nuh uh, no sir."
"But papa," Oliver argued, "Tony does it all the time."
"He does not," Bucky shook his head, "His parents are busy, not neglectful."
Rolling his eyes again, Oliver defended, "His dad's assistant takes him."
"That doesn't help your case," Steve told the pre-teen while Bucky reminded, "You leave that nice man alone. I don't want to hear about you causing him any trouble, you understand?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Oliver said, hopping off of the stool and placing his plate in the sink.
As Oliver headed upstairs, Steve exchanged a look with Bucky. Wondering where their loving little boy had gone. Hoping that this was as bad as it would get though. Of course, considering he had seen his nieces go through puberty and how delightful they had been, Steve feared that these were going to be the easy days.
"Papa, can I go to the comic book store?" Kit asked.
Steve shook his head and told the six year old, "Sorry bub, you've got kindergarten."
"Rats," Kit slumped in his seat, picking at his eggs.
Adorably, Cori reached over and patted her brother's back. Steve smiled and leaned against the counter as he sipped his coffee. Beside Cori, Nevie's little brow furrowed and she asked, "We go kid's garden, too?"
"No, you're staying home with me, baby. I'm sorry," Steve corrected and apologized because, hey, he didn't even want to be left with himself, so why should the kids?
"But Kit's not?" Nevie questioned still just as confused.
"Nope," Steve leaned across the island's counter towards the girls. Looking at each of them, he assured, "But we'll still have fun. Just like last year when Kit was in preschool."
"We have fun," Bitsy reminded her sister, "Papa real fun."
"Yeah," Bucky agreed, wrapping Steve up in his arms and hooked his chin over Steve's shoulder while he smiled at their daughters, "Papa is the funnest. I wish that I got to stay home with him."
Playfully, Steve elbowed his husband but couldn't resist lingering in his embrace just a little longer. Bucky kissed his temple and gave his middle a tender squeeze. Only able to hold each other for another moment before pulling away to get his things for work.
With his lunchbox in one hand and his thermos full of coffee, Bucky called out, "Let's go, Ollie!"
"Coming!"
Racing into the living room, Oliver rounded the corner into the kitchen, heading for the garage. Steve asked, "Hey, hotrod, where's my kiss?"
Pausing, Oliver's shoulders slumped as he backtracked to Steve. Even though Oliver was moody and annoyed more often than not, he still let Steve kiss his forehead.
Smoothing his short brown hair, Steve wished, "Have a good day, squirt."
"Pops," Oliver groaned in annoyance while he jerked away and started fixing his hair while he narrowed his eyes at Steve.
Steve rolled his eyes and watched as Oliver entered the garage. Bucky kissed his temple and reminded, "Don't take it seriously."
"I'll try not to," Steve sighed, kissing Bucky. Around his husband's lips, he said, "Have a good day at work."
"Thanks, babe," Bucky smiled.
Even though Oliver was climbing into the Volvo, Steve told him, "Make good choices! I love you!"
"Love you, too," Bucky replied. Giving Oliver a look until Oliver said, "Love you, too."
Closing the door, Steve crossed through the mudroom and back into the kitchen. Starting to clean up the breakfast mess as the rest of the kids went to lounge in the living room. With morning cartoons on the TV and the kids arguing about which one gets to hold the remote.
Just a typical morning in their household. Even if it was the first day of school and Steve had to take Finn and Kit to their school. Even if Cori wanted to wear mittens despite the summer heat still lingering. Even if Nevie put her shoes on the wrong feet. Even if Bitsy wanted to run around nude. And all Steve could do was love them a little more.
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onlyonewoman · 23 days ago
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“Shijie!” “A-Ning!” The normally so composed beta midwife’s voice is laced with worry when she greets her brother, but also warmth and softness. Xingchen is completely unprepared for the swift change in the man when a sound of a wild animal somewhere is reaching the secluded house. In an instance, Wen Ning’s face goes blank, his eyes turn into black voids and he shoots up in the sky like an arrow shot staight from the ground. “It’s… the Ghost General…” A-Qing is whispering, even clutching her own robe.
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loveforpreserumsteve · 24 days ago
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As We Grow: “ALN” Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
Ninety-Two:
With the Barnes family home getting more cramped and it being difficult getting the triplets around, their Sunday dinners were at Steve and Bucky's house. On one hand, Steve was glad that he didn't have to try to get around three little boys and three newborns. On the other, Steve had been kicked out of his kitchen.
"Are you sure that you don't want any help?" Steve asked Winnie as she and Becca fluidly moved about the kitchen making enough food to feed an army.
"Absolutely positive, sweetie," Winnie assured, but Steve could tell that she was more anxious than usual. Even if the citrus blocker she was wearing masked her scent.
Steve understood why. After all, Winnie was going to meet the man who was going to make her a great grandmother. It was also the reason why Bucky had cleaned even more than normal. Wanting this new omega to know that Camila came from a long line of alphas who took care of their omegas and their pups. It was something entirely hindbrain, and something that Steve tried not to upset.
Even if it left his own hindbrain with nothing but upset by not being able to soothe the alphas in his life.
So, he focused on the triplets. Being even more present than normal as he marked over them and marked over them and marked over them. Almost like a tic. To the point where they started getting fussy. Already at nine weeks they were becoming more independent. And it was a double-edged sword, if Steve was concerned.
Instead of focusing on that, Steve worked on tummy time. Just as they always did, Steve gave each of the girls their own time. Time that was completely separate than their sisters. Time that was one-on-one. Usually it was with Bucky since he usually didn't want Steve to put pressure on his stomach. But Bucky was busy scouring their bathroom to really give it that model-home feel.
Starting with Bitsy since she liked it the least, Steve placed her tummy-down on the play mat. Lowering himself so they were face-to-face, he smiled and greeted, "Hi there, cutie."
Cooing, Bitsy returned the smile. It was gummy and perfect as she looked up at Steve with those big steel-blue eyes. The ones that she had inherited from her daddy. The ones that Steve always adored looking back at him from most of their kids.
Since she was conversing, Steve encouraged, "Yeah? Tell me about it."
Once her little coos started turning to more frustrated whimpers, Steve picked up the colorful rattle. Shaking it in hopes that it would distract her and allow her to spend a few more minutes on her front.
However, when her little legs kicked and her hands flailed, Steve knew that tummy time was over. Also knowing that this little lady was frustrated because she wanted to get a move on, well, moving. It was similar to the way that Finn had acted to tummy time. Always frustrated that their little bodies weren't able to do what they really wanted to.
Holding her close for a moment and rocking her as she soothed, Steve kissed the top of her head, "You're okay. Yeah, you're okay. You'll get there soon enough."
Too soon, Steve couldn't help but think. Especially considering how fast the years had passed by right before his very eyes.
Once Bitsy was back to her happy self -- just smiling away -- Steve kissed her again then placed her back in the swing. Marking over her chest, Steve smiled, "There ya go! That wasn't so bad, now was it? No, I don't think so."
After turning on the mobile for her, Steve moved over to Nevie. Greeting her with a smile, too, as he lifted her from her swing. In her hand, she had the purple hippo blanky and Steve asked, "Whatcha doin', sweetie pie? You got your lovey? Yeah?"
Just like with her sister, Steve set her tummy-down on the playmat. Then, lowering himself, Steve smiled in reply to her own. Her dark hair sticking up in different directions just like Bucky's did when he woke up in the morning.
Threading his fingers through her thick hair, Steve smiled, "What am I gonna do with this hair, huh? You're just like daddy."
Nevie giggled at that and continued gumming on the hippo's head. Not minding this time as much as Bitsy did. But didn't adore it as much as Cori did. Liking just enough to not give Steve a hard time as she beamed up at him with his own eyes looking back at him.
Needing a little extra push to have a conversation, Steve asked, "Ya gonna be good today?"
Getting loud coos in reply, Steve nodded as though he understood what she was saying. Encouraging, "Yeah? Ya gonna welcome Arthur with those dimples?"
"Of course, she is," Tibby assured as her family entered the house.
Trying to turn to see her aunt, Nevie's head wobbled on her still unsteady neck. Not being able to look where she wanted to, she started getting fussy. Especially when she heard the voices of her toddler cousins.
Deciding that there was no need to let her get upset, Steve lifted Nevie off the mat and soothed her the same way he soothed Bitsy. The same way he always soothed all of them. As soon as she was able to face her aunt and cousins, her mood instantly lifted and her coos amped up in greeting.
Tibby approached them with her hands extended, and Steve easily passed the two month old over. Fixing Nevie's purple gingham onesie, Tibby greeted, "How's Miss Geneva doing today?"
"She had an upset stomach earlier," Steve answered while Nevie cooed.
"Aww, poor thing," Tibby exaggeratedly pouted her lower lip in sympathy.
"I gave her some prunes earlier, so we'll have to see how that works," Steve smiled.
Raising to his feet, Steve went to Cori's swing. Lifting her and snuggling her as he commented, "Last, but certainly not least."
With it being Cori's favorite daily activity, she was already excited and started kicking about. Steve chuckled and asked, "Yeah? Is someone excited? Sweet pea just loves her tummy time, doesn't she? Yes, she does."
Placing the nine week old on the mat, Steve couldn't help but giggle. Moving until they were face-to-face, Steve was distracted when the front door opened. Remaining on the floor, Steve went to peek around Tibby to see which family member it was, but didn't need to since his spunky teal haired sister-in-law quietly said, "They're here."
Flashbacks from the first time Steve went to the Barnes family home rushed to his forefront. Remembering how the family whispered about his arrival the same way. As Steve kept smiling -- and Cori grinned back at him -- Camila led the way further into the house.
Catching the first glimpse of Arthur, Steve couldn't help but think, he's adorable. His mind already trying to put together what the baby would look like with a mix of their traits. With Camila's naturally dark brown waves and Arthur's silky black strands, they'd probably have dark hair as well. Both having high cheekbones, their little one was bound to have them too. But what Steve adored the most were Arthur's dazzling dark brown almond-shaped eyes.
"Hi, honey, I'm Camila's grandma," Winnie greeted him with a warm grin as she wiped her hands on her apron. Shaking his hand, she insisted, "And you better call me, 'Winnie.'"
"Or, 'mimi,'" Camila offered, smiling reassuringly.
In a much deeper voice, he accepted, "Nice to meet you, Winnie. You have a lovely home."
"Oh, thank you," Winnie giggled in her glee, "But it's actually my son's."
As if on cue, Bucky exited the master bedroom. Pausing when he noticed the young man, Bucky dropped his gaze down to Steve. Quirking a brow as he silently questioned if that was him. Being together long enough, Steve rolled his eyes in reply.
Just as Steve started pushing himself up, Kit came barreling into the room to the soundtrack of, "Mealy! Mealy! Mealy!"
Turning, Camila's grin grew and she caught the three year old when he jumped into her arms. Steve's heart stuttered as he watched the scene. Well, not necessarily the way that Camila blew a raspberry on his son's stomach. No, he had seen that many times. Instead, he watched the way Arthur watched them. All it took was one look to know everything he needed to know about the man. And he couldn't be happier to welcome him into their family.
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