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midnghtprentiss · 1 year ago

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family - spencer reid

summary: four times spencer and his daughter made you feel like family and one time you were family.

singledad!spencer x reader

a/n: no use of y/n, no body descriptions, a couple os swear words, pregnancy. english >is not< my first language. enjoy!

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One.

Spencer became a dad at a really young age. He was twenty one when his daughter, Estelle, was born. Her biological mom left and since this day he was a single father and the best he could ever be. When he entered the BAU, she was three and he wasn’t alone anymore. Everyone helped him besides he insisted it was fine. Penelope was the first one to put Este under her wings and took her everywhere. During the trips he trusted his baby’s life with the blonde woman and every time was the best decision.

Things changed when they welcomed you to the team. Emily and you were greeted at the same time but you caught his eye. Not because you have the same age but how his daughter was obsessed with you. She couldn’t hear your voice and see your face that it was over to everybody. You used to joke that if she went missing it was her fault. A few times Spencer forgot that she was not your real kid and his mind played tricks on him.

‘’Reid, I’m taking your daughter home with me. You’re never seeing her again, just like Tangled.’’ You blew him a kiss and the sound of Estelle’s laugh made everyone smile. ‘’I am the funniest person you know, hm? But I’m serious, if you need some time to sleep, read or do whatever I can watch her. The girls are coming over tonight and we love to have Ellie around.’’

‘Ellie’’ was the nickname you gave her. The only one that called her like that. He loved how you created such a beautiful bond and he can count on you all the time, even when he doesn’t have to say a word in moments like this. Like a family.

‘’It’s alright, I need to take her bag in the car but you can take her. Thank you, I really need to sleep.’’ He smiles at your direction, taking his kid again.

‘’We are leaving at five, when she’s ready you know where to find me.’’ You come closer to him, holding the little girl's hand. ‘’Are you ready to your first girls night, Ellie?’’

A not normal but really close family and he was so grateful for the love they were receiving from everybody, especially you.

Two.

Estelle was growing really fast with the most normal childhood Spencer guaranteed. He made sure she had friends, a nice school, a normal house with a princess room. All the things he didn’t have, he guaranteed she had. She understands sometimes daddy was away for work but auntie Penny was taking good care of her and making a lot of tea parties with her dolls.

She was ten at the time and still obsessed with you. You were her role model of a woman. Smart, pretty, funny and knew her favorite books by heart. She almost considered you as a mother though it was a secret she kept in her heart. Spencer was enamored by how you two treated each other with love and respect.

The team just got back from a case when Spencer heard Estelle’s giggles from something Penelope said and smiled. He stayed away for ten days but it feels like an eternity, he missed waking up with her shaking him and asking for pancakes, he missed her reading her books for him and definitely missed her rambling nonstop over things she learned at school, saw during the day and the scenarios her pretty head was creating. God, he was such a sucker for his baby.

‘’Daddy!’’ All he saw was a cute girl running with a pink fluffy skirt, a purple shirt under a jeans jacket and rainy unicorn boots.

‘’My baby! How are you? I missed you so much. I brought you a gift.’’ He took her in his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

‘’A snowglobe?’’ He nods laughing at her reaction. ‘’I miss you daddy. I have so many things to tell you I wrote all in my diary so I won’t forget.’’ She was proud of her actions and so was Spencer.

It took her a few seconds to finally snap and look around for you. The desperation of not finding you was real for a moment, until she saw you at your desk. The brightest smile appeared on her face when you waved and she runned into your direction.

‘’I finally found you! I miss you, ya know? I asked aunty Penny to help me get you a gift for your birthday and I can’t wait until next week, so here it is.’’ She grabs the little sparkling bag with Penelope and gives it to you.

When you opened the bag there was a picture of you two together at her birthday party from last year. She was smiling while you laughed at something you don’t remember now. Your smile got bigger and you just hugged her.

‘’I love it so much! I’ll put it in my desk so I always remember you.’’ The girl shakes her head ‘helping you put the picture with the most proud feeling ever.

Spencer was watching everything from his desk. A warm feeling radiating from his heart, a cozy and sweet feeling of things right.

‘’You should ask her out, pretty boy. This whole pinning thing is driving me insane and I’ll proudly watch her for you.’’ Derek teased him.

‘’Yeah, give me a second.’’ The man walked towards you wearing a smirk you knew really well.

‘’Pick me up tomorrow at seven, pretty boy.’’ He doesn’t say a word but his heart has a lot to say.

Three.

You and Spencer were dating for almost a year, things happened naturally and lightly. Estelle was happier that her two favorite people were dating, every sleepover was a party and both of you couldn’t be more satisfied.

It was the first time in months that the BAU got a case in Virginia, which was good but bad cause it was closer to home. You and Emily spare for a couple of seconds to get into the precinct when you heard the shot but your first instinct was to look at what was burning. There was a lot of blood coming from your stomach. You look around to notice Emily holding you, noticing the commotion around the building.

‘’Honey, keep your eyes open. Look at me.’’ Emily was trying to not let you close your eyes. ‘’Tell me a secret, anything, but don’t close your eyes.’’

‘’You know Spencer invited me to live with him and I sent him straight to hell.’’ You sight heavily. ‘’I want to say yes, I need to.’’

‘’You will, trust me. I’ll make sure you do.’’ You could hear his voice in the back, screaming something unintelligible for your conscience. ‘’Keep you eyes open, for God's sake!’’

Everything went blank for a while. You only remember waking up in a hospital bed. Penelope was sleeping next to Spencer on the couch. Your head was dizzy and your body hurt a lot. You took a deep breath before Spencer jumped next to you.

‘’Hey you.’’ You spoke softly, holding his hand.

‘’How are you feeling?’’ He strokes your cheek gently.

‘’Sleepy and dizzy. How long?’’ He analyzed your microexpressions before answering. ‘’Stop profiling me, Spencer.’’

‘’Three days. You were shot in the stomach, lost a lot of blood and went to surgery. You’re awake now and definitely moving with me.’’ He jokes and you smile.

‘’You’re awake! Finally! I love you so much. I’ll let them know.’’ Penelope seemed so happy when she left, leaving you two alone.

‘’Spencer, if you want to propose right now I will dump you right now. I swear!’’

‘’I won’t! I wasn’t even thinking about it until you mentioned.’’ He said leaning over to give you a soft kiss. ‘’You don’t need a ring to be part of my dysfunctional family. By the way, Estelle is really excited for you to move with us, she was helping me with your office.’’

‘’I get an office?’’ You raised your brows and laughed.

‘’If you want to work in her room full of glitter and toys that’s your call.’’

‘’I wouldn’t mind at all.’’

His damn heart missed a beat when you held his hand and closed your eyes again before going back to sleep.

Four.

Spencer was nervous, he was terrified actually. It took him six months to propose to you in the way he wanted and it didn’t work. His plan was to take you to the vineyard you wanted to go to for months but the day he made reservations it rained so much there was no way you could go. You stayed home instead. Watching some movies with Estelle, eating popcorn and laughing at stupid things. Steve was a genius but everytime he was close to you he turned into the dumbest person alive.

Estelle knew he was about to propose because she helped him find the ring and she gave so many ideas. Indeed she suggested he should do it when she wasn’t expecting, and he did. He put the ring out of his cardigan pocket and watched your reaction. You barely missed it focusing on Harry Potter but when you look twice there was it. The fucking ring.

‘’Spencer what the fuck!’’ You covered your mouth with watery eyes.

‘’Marry me.’’ His heart was so fast he swore he was close to having a heart attack. ‘’You are part of my life, part of this family and I don’t think I can live without you in my days. I love you. I open my heart for you in the same way you opened your for us. You accept me. love me. I can’t promise you white picket fences but I can promise you this, moments like this. I give you my sunshine, my best but the rain it’s always gonna come if you stand with me. People think love’s for show but I will die for you in secret. Marry me, so you can be forever mine and I can be forever yours.’’

‘’Yes. I do. Oh my God!’’ The tears streaming down your face made him giggles watching you trying to stay calm. ‘’I love you. A lot.’’

‘’Did she say yes?’’ You two heard Ellie’s voice and received her in the hug. ‘’Welcome to the family.’’

Five.

Spencer got home without making a lot of noise for the time. The clock marks two in the morning. The last thing he expected to see was his wife and his daughter on the couch talking. The TV was on in the soft volume but he could perfectly recite the conversation by ear.

‘’I can’t wait for you to get out of there. We have a few years of difference? Sure, but I know all the goods to use on dad.’’ Estelle was talking with the same voice she used to talk to her dad when she was little. ‘’Mom is harder, but dad is so much easier to convince.’’

‘’You’re gonna be in so much trouble if he hear us, Ellie.’’ You spoke, stroking the teens' hair.

It took you and Spencer almost five years to have a baby. You felt like this family missed something else and the baby was your answer. Everyone was excited about it. You were seven months pregnant at this time. Sleeping is harder when you are bigger than ever, most nights were like this. You usually lay in her bed and keep talking until fall asleep or have to pee again.

‘’Why I wasn’t invited to this party?’’ Spencer showed up holding his coat and bag.

‘’Only pregnant woman and teenage girl are invited to insomnia party, sorry babe.’’ You teased him.

He dropped his stuff and sat between you and Este’s. He leans over to give you a kiss and a hug on the teenager. He placed a hand on your swollen belly before cleaning his throat.

‘’This is your dad, hear me out, no one is going to use the goods on me. In this family the only one that can escape from things is the cat.’’ You three let out a loud laugh. ‘’Maybe mom because we love her. By the way, don’t let your sister got into your head she’s crazy sometimes.’’

‘’Spencer Reid, don’t play with the daughter you raised.’’

‘’By the way, you should let our mom stay more than thirty minutes without having to pee. I used to love sleeping with her but she wake up too much.’’ Estelle places her hand closer to her dad.

Spencer spent hours just listening to you two interact, like mother and daughter. Laughing, sharing secrets and jokes, cooking and singing songs. Some of the moments just make sense in the bubble you create and make him happy.

‘’Fine handsome, time to help me go to bed. You put this baby on me now you help. I want to be able to sleep more than you tonight.’’ You grab his arm, trying to stand up. ‘’I love this but I can’t wait to this baby pop out of me.’’

‘’I like your pregnant personality. You’re sassy and no one can say anything to you because you have a gun. Besides, you’re prettier.’’ You kiss your daughter's forehead before walking upstairs.

‘’I’m always pretty and no, I have three guns.’’ The gasp she let out made you giggle.

Spencer’s hand was in your lower back slowly walking with you making sure you’re safe.

‘’I love you and our little family that I steal from you.’’

‘’Wanna know a secret?’’ You nod. ‘’It was already your family since day one.’’

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds

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binkszamsstuff · 2 years ago

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The artist and his muse

Steve Rogers x fem reader

Smut, fluff, this fic is so short I'm in a writers block.

Kinda Edward scissor hands au? That the aesthetic I thought of when I thought of the town/color palette.

Her face flashed upon his eyes, he odd man who lived in the blue house with flowers painted on the walls. People stopped to stare at his house, the newspaper called it an eye swore. The young posh kids who were the wallflowers of the town would take polaroids of it and smoke cigarettes by his house -he never told them off he liked them. Then there was the internet white women who would stand in front of his home and pose. #art they would tag after.

But one girl.

The mayor's daughter that lived in the nice white house. Came by everyday after school to look at his home, a smile would come on his face when she would catch him peaking out of his window.

Steve Rogers didn't leave his house often, the only time he would come downtown was when his friend Bucky Barnes the led opponent for the roll of mayor would take him to dinner every Sunday, or when he had to go grocery shopping.

Y/n dreamed of the artist who lived in the house painted in flowers. She wished she could feel the way he did, he was care free and beautiful as the paintings he did. She hoped she would marry someone like him instead of Bruce.

Bruce was a doctor in the small town, he was sweet and cute. sure y/n liked him but the two had nothing in common. Her father had arranged the marriage. But today she got a wave of confidence, she would knock on Steven's door.

Little did she know he dreamed of her too; the stunning girl who wore sundresses, her hair in soft curls. He wanted to paint her -in every moment of the day. her naked, her smile, her hands, her eyes, her in his bed after a long night of love making.

He was endlessly writing her name is cursive in his journal, he wishes it was his wallpapers. He wanted her name to be everywhere.

Then a knock.

He slowly got up from his chair in his living room, 'no one comes by to visit? And it can't be bucky he has his key, he just busts right through' Steven thought.

He looked through the peep hole, his heart in twists. It was her!

He opened the door, his eyes caught her delicate smile. She was his muse, he knew it.

"Hello Steven, I'm y/n" she said sticking her small hand out for him to shake.

When Steve took her hand in his, he never wanted to let go. Her soft skin, and vanilla smell was making him want to ravish her. She was so small compared to him.

"I-i know who you are, it's lovely to meet you."

"I-this might seem silly but I wanted to say your home is beautiful, it truly is" Steve smiled. Oh he was falling in love.

"Would you like to come in?"

"Oh Steve!" Y/n moaned as he licked her clit again and again. Since that day four months ago the two were guled together. Friendship grow it love, and now y/n's father could do nothing with the small bump forming.

"Please,please Stevie. I-i can't do it any longer. I'm cumming!" She shouted, her fingers carded through his hair.

"Go on, be my beautiful doll and cum. Come on pretty baby." He grunted out his mouth still in-between her lips. When she came Steve moaned at the taste.

"Good job honey, one second I have to get my sketch book" y/n giggled at his cuteness, everytime they made love he insisted he draw her right after. And he loved to draw her naked, especially since now her stomach his filling out with his child.

Steve came back still naked, his long thick length bobbing up. Pre cum dripping, he sat In the chair that stood in the corner of the room. He set up his things while slowly jerking off his cock. By the time the drawing was done Steve had cum three times, just my his hand and watching you lay there in the warm light of the afternoon.

The odd pair lived together forever, with their children. The artist and his muse.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers au #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fluff #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers smut #captain america x reader #captain america fanfiction #captain america #Spotify

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vinesinmyheart · 8 months ago

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The Pawn

My mother never wanted me. She never really wanted children at all, but after her accident in her senior year of high school, almost ten years later, my dad had worn her down.

The story goes that she got off birth control and was pregnant with me 8 days later. I don’t know if my mother was bragging or complaining when she told that story, but I was the ambitious fetus occurring from their efforts.

I was born 4 weeks late. The resentment had already begun, no fault of my own. Not that, it ever had to matter. Resentment was handed out freely in my home. No fault required. I once made her a necklace with a new bead set I’d gotten, I was maybe six or seven. Toward the end of the night, I sheepishly asked if I could have the beads back because I gave her all my beads. She threw it at me and told me I was a taker. Resentment was never far away in my house. Feeling less than was how I was raised to function.

My lateness had revealed to doctors via ultrasound in 1979 that I must be a boy. My mother joyfully prepared a room of guitars and baseball prints. Just right for her baby boy. Her mind set on rearing another boy. Something familiar, something easy.

After 44 weeks of pregnancy the suction on my forehead released, I dropped, and labor began. My mother, a delicate woman, fainted with every contraction. Every time I needed her help to guide me toward life, she’d disappear into unconsciousness. A beginning so fitting to the life ahead. When the final contraction passed and I was placed in her arms, I was as foreign as could be. A girl. The doctors had been wrong. Her brain reeled. Yet, for her, I did have purpose.

As a small girl I held my mom on the highest pedestal. She took me everywhere. We went shopping every weekend. I was in all the clubs. Modeling and charm school. Brownies, ballet, tumbling. If I got sick she would buy me a dress to make me feel better. My birthday parties were the biggest and best in the neighborhood. I thought all of this was for me. I thought she loved me. I thought this was what being a mom and daughter team looked like.

Then one night, I’m woken from sleep. I hear yelling. I go to the hallway, my mom is hiding behind my brother, he has a bat and my dad is by my side begging them to calm down. Saying he won’t do it again. My heart aches with this familiar loneliness. I’m a tiny paper boat drifting in an ocean filled with aircraft carriers. I wander to the kitchen. The refrigerator had been liberated of its door, and it sits crooked, but still standing. There’s a jar of broken mayonnaise on the floor.

I walk away.

My mother is in the living room. She’s leaving. Oh! I’m leaving too. Surely, she’s taking me where she goes, out of this hell. I run after her in my ruffle bottom nightgown over to the passenger side of her red Hyundai Excel. I sit down and pull my seat belt on and turn to her immediately, expectantly awaiting the plan for our escape.

“Get out”, she tells me

“What? You can’t leave me here. Where are we going. You have to take me.”

“Get out, Erin. You have to stay here.”

“But… “

“Out. Go in the house.”

And I did.

My tiny cold feet felt every bit of texture in the concrete as I slowly walked back into the house where violence and beer and hate made the rules.

I realized, she never signed me up for clubs for me. She signed me up for her. I was her doll. When a girl came popping out instead of a boy it was the perfect opportunity to pour her time into a cute little project. My dad had no interest in having a little girl. Her doll to use as a time suck. Keeping her away from the man she never loved, but used to get out of a town she’d become bored with. Another pawn. All her life she’d used people as pawns and I was no different.

As an adult that lesson showed itself to me again and again until I had to cut all ties with my mother several years ago. Beforehand, I’d attempted to talk to her about the night she abandoned me. The night that made me. She denies it all. Of course. The honesty of the truth would be so painful.

I hear she’s dying of cancer.

Sometimes I check for her obituary.

Either way it won’t really matter to me.

She abandoned me years ago.

#mother #mother trauma #healing #blogging #blog #self care #wisdom #healing journey #family trauma #complex ptsd #ptsd recovery

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birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo · 1 year ago

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TWO TOWERS THOUGHTS!!!!

there are more of these bc the two towers is probably my favourite of the trilogy, despite the distinct LACK of boromir 😔

BUT i did notice a few things that baby birb totally ignored or forgot about!!! find out what they are........below 😈

one of baby birb's fav shots of aragorn was when he's lying across a rock tracking merry and pippin bc it reminded me of that one episode spongebob squarepants where the lads end up riding a rock to the customer's house 🤣 'it's not a boulder, it's a rock! a big, beautiful ROCK!!' lmao

baby birb ALSO loved all the shots of everyone running. as a smol individual, i had to run EVERYWHERE to keep up with the Tall Folk 😒 sure it was nice seeing THOSE feckers sprinting for a change!!

am still very confused about why anyone listened to grima what's his name, ur man's half the way to gollum u know 👀

tangential to the running scenes: i love aragorn's doofy run where he's flinging his one arm about like a silly. reminds me of my OWN unhinged run 🤣 (it is possible that these films are more deeply imprinted upon me than i thought 😅)

'LOOKS LIKE MEAT'S BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS!!!'

legolas's FACE every time he has an emotion. delightful

knowing that viggo mortensen broke his toe made me laugh at the helmet kicking scene tbh, i know it's meant to be poignant but that EXTREMELY REALISTIC scream of pain got me going like 🤣

shout out to treebeard holding merry and pippin in his tree hands. i kept thinking 'what if he just. smashes them together like barbie dolls 🤣'

ORCSES. HOBBITSES. i actually love gollum-smeagol, he's too pathetic for me to hate. HE'S LITERALLY SAT THERE SINGING HIS LIL SONG AND EATING A RAW FISH. LEAVE HIM GO HE'S NOT BOTHERING ANYONE ;A;

that gifset ruined everything for me. 'this forest is old......very old....' old as balls. that's just the line now. i no longer acknowledge the original. 😔

cheeky gandalf!! 'u wouldn't part an old man from his walking stick!! 🥺😳😘🤭🙄' (<- this is how birb thought using emojis worked a scant five years ago. be GRATEFUL i was not on tumblr back then, for the carnage would have been GREAT AND TERRIBLE!!!)

i love love LOVE the scene of the trio beating the shite out of the bg guys while gandalf walked slowly toward the king. u just see legolas punching a dude in the face, aragorn ZOOMING round in front of gandalf and off to the side, it's hilarious 🤣

whEN THEY TOSS GRIMA DOWN THE STAIRS LIKE JGY 👀

so many ICONIC lines!!! 'boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew!!'

'it's the beards 👀'

U DROP ARAGORN OFF A CLIFF???? OH! OH! JAIL FOR ORCS!! JAIL FOR ORCS FOR 1000 YEARS!!!!

rip eowyn, she's so lonely and sad that the slightest validation from a hot guy she's known for five minutes was enough to make her fall stupid in love with him 😔

(i am also stupid in love with him, but it's different when i do it bc. um. uhhhh. 👀😳)

god he IS great tho, isn't he??? he's so dirty and greasy and wet and soggy, i love him and his dirty face and his dirty clothes and his dirty hands i love him i love him i lo

legolas got SO ANGRY about the orc telling them aragorn went over the cliff, he took it SO PERSONALLY. this makes birb want them to kiss each other 😊

they can kiss gimli as well, i don't mind!!

also the king awkwardly patting legolas on the shoulder like he's a slightly homophobic dad trying to comfort his gay son after a break-up, 'i still care about u but im super uncomfortable so im just not gonna say anything ok?? ok. manly head nod. im out 😐'

OPEN MOUTH KISSING??? BEFORE MARRIAGE????!!!!!!! OBSCENE!!!!!! LEAVE ROOM FOR THE HOLY GHOST!!!

side note: poor elrond, here he is trying to make sure his daughter has a good life and all she wants is to marry the dirty ranger like

'u think u know a girl, u raise her for 2000 or whatever years, organise her birthday parties and buy her a pony and teach her how to control the river, and then in the end she leaves u behind and marries a guy with a fraction of her lifespan, dooming herself to future suffering and despair smh 😔'

also arwen's face when aragorn is breaking up with her,,,,,'what did daddy say to u?? this is bc of what he said, isn't it?! i can't believe he's still interfering with my love life!!!!' ;A;

that lil ~half caress~ aragorn does to legolas's hand when he's returning arwen's necklace to him????? it's like??? idk super romantic??? it made my stomach go SWOOP?? if i stare at a gif of this scene i feel a bit dizzy??? is that weird. am i. weird 👀

i want them to make out with each other, sorry lads 😔

the annoying thing in all these medieval fantasy type stories, when there's not enough men for the war, they're always conscripting 10 year old boys, while the teenage girls and young women without any kids are hiding with the elders and children. LIKE. HOW can u justify sending little 8 yo haleth son of hama to the front lines?? LOOK AT HIM!! HE'S TINY!!! surely a 15 - 21 year old young woman would have a better chance of NOT DYING than a wee lad!!! they're peasants, they're used to hard labour!! do directors/writers etc think it's more ~realistic~ or sth?? do ppl think NO WOMAN ever took up a sword in a crisis??? even if certain things are Not Done (and in some places, even under penalty of DEATH), the Rules tend to fly out the feckin window once there's an emergency!!! I THINK 10,000 ORCS MARCHING ON HELM'S DEEP COUNTS FOR AN EMERGENCY???????

all im saying. is if we're all going to die anyway, then EVERYONE should get a sword. even the kids. ESPECIALLY the kids. it went really well in the walking dead when the lil girls each had a pistol. i promise i can be trusted with weapons i p romi s

the best thing in medieval-style warfare is when the two armies stand across from each other and shout insults back and forth for a bit, like 'you're ugly!' or 'you're smelly!' or 'i slept with your sister, and it weren't anything to write home about!!'

please could somebody fetch gimli a ladder, ur mans can't see above the fecking wall like nnO NO NOT THAT KIND OF LADDER

legolas and gimli counting their kills will never NOT be funny to me

MY KING A BEAST!! LOOK AT HIM GO!!! HE RODE A FUCKING LADDER AND CRASHED INTO A BUNCH OF ORCS LIKE A KILLER WHALE GOING AFTER SEALS!!! ;A;

god when he shoves open those doors and ARRIVEs it's so so so fucking hot. god he is sso hot. he's so hot i love him i love him i

lol they sneak out the side door like 'hee hee hoo hoo, no one shall see us~' 🤣

'TOSS ME!!!!!' *yeets the dwarf*

legolas SHIELD SURFING!!! HANG TEN, BRO!!! GNARLY WIPE OUT!!! 🤙

im sorry

imagine being such an asshole that u make the fucking TREES angry??? like, u make the trees hate u SO FUCKING MUCH. that they literally come MARCHING OUT OF THE FOREST to commit mass property damage???? 👀

when i watched the scene i shouted 'TILL BIRNAM WOOD DO COME TO HIGH DUNSINANE!!!!' out loud but nobody laughed ._.

come onnnn it's funny right??? esp since we know that 'no man of woman born' can kill the guy in the next film!!! iT'S FUNNY, RIGHT??? ;A;

sam and frodo tumbling down the stairs also made me laugh but i paid for it immediately after when sam goes 'it's your sam. don't you know your sam?' fucknig KILL MEEEEE PLS

the most iconic, most beautiful, most painful line of the film-----the one that always makes me cry, the one i couldn't forget if i wanted to, the words that stand between me and DEATH------

'That there's some good in this world, Mr Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.'

GOD. IM FUCKING DEAD 😭😭😭😭 beautiful delivery as well, shout out to samwise gamgee for being the best man to walk middle earth, i will now lie in a puddle of my own tears _(:3」∠)

#birb watch #birb rewatches the lotr trilogy #the two towers #lotr #i ufkcnig lvoe thisee films but they leave me EXHAUSTED #ThEY ARE SO SO LONG #anD I APPEAR TO HAVE AUDHD????#BAD MIX ;A;#i passed out right after again lmaooo #we might save the final film for tuesday i think i need time to recover #aaaaaa the two towers is my fav i love it so much i can't stand it ;A;#sorry for having basic bitch ships but uhhhh #actually im not sorry :D #tho tbh i'd happily ship anyone and everyone with each other #peace and love in middle earth

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ginger-grimm · 1 year ago

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Cute character questions for Nina? I wanna know more about her after you did that post for the Halloween challenge!! 🖤

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT MY BABY NINA, I MISS HER SO MUCH @daughter-of-melpomene

the basics:

name: Kenina Margaret Simms age: 26 zodiac sign: Virgo one good trait: strong work ethic one bad trait: too docile

habits:

one bad habit: overworking herself one good habit: always lends an open ear one habit they can’t break: playing with her hair when she's nervous one they’ve broken: chewing on pens what they’re afraid of: her father

family:

their parents names: Gregory Simms and Joanna Simms their siblings names: Asher Simms favorite childhood memory: playing by the river with Asher, they built little boats out of sticks and leaves an watched them sail away - it sounds boring, but means the world to Nina in hindsight favorite childhood toy: a raggedy anne doll, which her mother made for her - she took it everywhere embarrassing story: during a Sunday service, Nina fell out of the pews on her way to the podium and ripped her dress - she had to haul ass out of the building before someone saw her underwear favorite family member: Alan Deaton a story about that family member: During one of Nina's first few days of working at the clinic, she accidentally let a patient walk out the backdoor and both of them had to chase the dog halfway through the downtown area before they finally caught him

what they prefer:

coffee or tea?: tea showering in the day or night?: day taking baths or taking showers?: showers tv or movies?: tv writing or reading?: reading platonic or romantic love?: platonic iced tea or lemonade?: iced tea ice cream or smoothies?: smoothies cupcakes or cake?: cake beach or mountains?: mountains

favorites:

song: Bridge over Troubled Water by Aretha Franklin band: Coldplay outfit: simple blue jeans, a white ruffled blouse, her cross necklace, sneakers place: the animal clinic memory: her vet school graduation with her new loved ones in attendance person: Alan Deaton and Scott McCall movie: Up show: Six Feet Under

#answered #oc: nina simms

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tierneysodegaard · 2 years ago

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Baby Pink - Charles Leclerc x Reader - Part Two

Read Part One here

Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy mentions, slight smut, fluff, swearing.

Summary: After a drunken hook-up with Max Verstappen you fell pregnant with his daughter. Max walked out on you both leaving you to raise a child with the support of Daniel. After going through a hard time at work Daniel asks you to come and visit him but it’s not Max who falls for you after not seeing you for years.

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After you and Charles shared a short but sweet kiss in his car he stuck around. The pair of you both decided to keep it hidden from Leia, only introducing her to Charles when you knew things were going to work out. That was two years ago and now you and Charles were together and he’d moved in with you.

Leia fell in love with him, she finally had a father figure in her life. Charles had done more for the two of you than you could have imagined. He took Leia out a couple of times in the week so you could have some time to yourself, he always cooked for her and played with her dolls so she wasn’t bored when you had to run errands or clean the house.

You’d met his family and so had Leia, his family often taking you all out and looking after Leia so Charles and you could have some time for yourselves. Every single week he would buy you a bouquet of flowers and he did the same for Leia always telling her to never settle for anything less from anyone, needless to say, he’d set the bar high for her future partners. Everything was just so perfect with him, maybe you should have gone for him in the first place.

Leia was five now, due to be turning six in a few months and much like Charles she was obsessed with Formula 1, so much so that Charles had started to take her karting. They would come home and make any changes and talk about the race, he’d even placed her trophies alongside his in your front room. He loved her like she was his own and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

Currently, Leia and you were sitting alongside some Ferarri engineers, watching Charles race. He was leading with Max coming up behind him. Since you started dating Charles you were at the races more often which meant you were around Max more often but he only ever stared at you from afar, Charles was always by your side, never wanting Max to get too close considering he was still yet to make an effort with her.

Max had gotten close to the point where he could easily overtake Charles. Max tried to go around the outside but Charles pulled a risky move and needless to say it didn’t end well… for Max that is. Charles pushed him off slightly, causing Max to spin out and drive into the gravel. That move could cost Charles heavily but despite Red Bull’s complaints, he wasn’t investigated.

Charles had won the race, thankfully and Max also left the car unphased which was a blessing for Charles. You didn’t exactly want the world to find out that Leia was Max’s biological daughter, everyone would make theories that he was out to kill him for leaving you and Leia whilst acting as if nothing had happened.

Leia clapped and cheered as Charles collected his trophy before spraying champagne everywhere. He waved at the two of you, blowing you both a kiss as he smiled at you. His eyes were full of love, his entire world was right before him and he couldn’t be happier.

“You won!” Leia held her arms out for Charles as he came towards you both, champagne glistening on his skin as he took her into his arms, carrying her.

“All thanks to my good luck charms.” He kissed her cheek before handing her his trophy for her to look at. Charles smiled before looking at you, stepping towards you as he planted his lips on yours, the kiss was filled with love despite it being short.

“Congratulations love.” You pressed another small kiss on his lips. “You deserve it.”

“Thank you, baby.” He turned back to Leia. “Shall we go back to my room in the garage so I can change and then we can go back to the hotel and have dinner with Uncle Daniel?”

“Yes!” She leant into his touch.

“And then tomorrow we’re going and having breakfast at the hotel and going to Australia zoo, yeah? You can see all the animals and we can spend all day there as I don’t have work.”

“Can we see the crocodiles?”

“You can look at the crocodiles all day if it’ll make you happy angel.” He kissed her cheek again before looking back at you, holding his arm out as best he could whilst holding Leia so you could hold onto him. At least then he’d know you were safe.

The three of you hadn’t been walking for very long when someone screamed out for you. “Oi!” The voice made you and Charles turn your heads. The pair of you were met with the pissed-off expression belonging to Max Verstappen. “So what Leclerc you steal my family and then steal my win?”

“Take Leia into my room, I’ll deal with it.” He kissed your cheek before setting her aside. Leia took ahold of your hand, her eyes glued on the scene happening between Charles and Max. “Your family? Are we thinking of the same people? You’re talking about the child you walked out on and the mother of your child you also walked out on? You let her go through that entire pregnancy on her own, the birth, raising Leia… and now you want her back when you’ve seen her with me?”

Charles stepped closer.

“Come on Leia,” You tugged her hand. “Let’s go wait in Charles’ room -”

She didn’t move, she planted her weight where she stood so she could watch everything unfold even when you tried to move her away.

“I wanted her back before you put your filthy hands on her -”

“Really? Remind me Max how many birthdays have you celebrated with her? How much money have you given y/n to help keep herself afloat? How many times did you fucking reach out to her? I’ve been with her for two years now and in those two years I’ve done more for her and Leia than you have in nearly six fucking years!”

“She’s my fucking kid!” Max screamed a little too loud. Those around him caught on to what he was saying. A few staff members and some press who were lurking in the shadows started to whisper to one another.

The secret was out.

“Great…” You muttered to yourself. It was evident that Leia wasn’t Charles’ child. Everyone knew that but no one knew who Leia’s biological father was. Until now.

“You’re her father by blood nothing fucking more!” Charles raised his voice. The sight before Leia all got too much. Her eyes started to well up with tears as her hand dropped from yours as she ran over to the two men. Max watched her run towards them both. He dropped down to his knees, smiling at the girl.

“Leia baby, come here. I’m your dad, I’m sorry baby I’m here now -”

“No!” She cried, even more, she fell into Charles’ legs, wrapping her arms around him as she sobbed into his race suit. “Daddy I want to go home!”

She’d just called Charles her Dad.

You watched as Max’s heart dropped, his whole world falling around him as Charles picked her up once again. Soothing her as he kissed her head. “Yes baby we’ll go back to the hotel. You won’t have to see him again. It’s okay baby.”

“Charles I’m her Dad…” Max stepped closer but Charles backed away.

“You left Mummy…” Her face was buried in Charles’ neck as she sobbed. “Mummy cried every night when you left, you don’t love me or Mummy.” Her tears increased as Charles rubbed her back.

“Let’s go baby.” Charles turned on his heel, not saying a word to Max as he walked away. “I’m sorry -” Charles gave you a sympathetic look.

“Don’t be.” You looked over at Max suddenly. “I just need to talk to him, I’ll meet you in the back.” Charles nodded before taking Leia away from the scene, leaving you and Max to talk. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I’m the idiot? He nearly killed me today -”

“Oh get over it Max it was a tap.” You stared him down. “You’ve done worse and you know it. I’m going to say this once to you.” You stepped closer. “Stay the fuck away from Charles. I will talk to Leia and if she wants you in her life then she can. You have to start making the effort. If you do that’s great, better late than never. If she doesn’t then you stay the fuck away until she’s old enough to reach out by herself.”

“I want you back y/n, I’m sorry I should -”

“Max,” You cut him off. “You are never getting me back. For the first time in years, I finally feel happy with someone and I can actually trust them. You had your chance and you blew it. To me, you’re nothing but the biological father. You’re bound by blood not love and I know which I’d rather have.”

“y/n…”

“Fuck off Max.” You called back as you walked off, following Charles’ steps. You took a deep breath, you and Max needed to talk sooner than later. He evidently wanted to talk to you when you came to watch Daniel but Charles got in before him.

You pushed Charles’ door open to see a sight that warmed your heart. Leia was sat on the table and Charles knelt in front of her, he was wiping away her tears, talking to her.

“Don’t cry, baby.” He met her gaze, smiling at her. “No one deserves your tears.” She nodded. “You don’t need to worry about what happened, okay?”

“Is Mummy okay?”

“She’ll be okay and if she isn’t I’ll make sure she is.”

“Mummy loves you.” Charles smiled brightly at her words.

“I hope she does, what would you think if I asked Mummy to marry me? Do you think she’ll say yes?”

“Yes!” Her giddy smile appeared on her face yet again.

He smiled with her. “Good, I hope she does.”

“Charles?” You made yourself known, making the man turn his head towards the sound of your voice.

“Hey, are you okay?” He waltzed over to you, taking your hands in his. “I’m sorry -”

“No I’m sorry.” You started to whisper. “She called you Dad I’m sorry you were probably -”

“y/n…” He cupped your cheeks. “I’m happy… It didn’t put me off if anything it made me think of something…” He paused for a second. “Also how much of that did you hear?”

“A fair amount.” You smiled.

“There goes the surprise then…” He smiled with you.

“Well, I don’t know when…”

“True…”

“What were you thinking of?” As you finished speaking Leia called for him.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m tired…”

You walked over to her, taking her in your arms. “Come on princess, let’s get you to bed.”

The next day Charles took the pair of you to Australia zoo. The three of you looked like a proper family as a few fans got photos and press snapped a few photos of you all. Charles went ahead with his plan, waiting until you were distracted by a Koala before getting down on one knee and asking you to marry him and of course, you said yes. You announced the engagement on Instagram which surprisingly was liked by Max.

Now the three of you were back home, Charles had just put Leia to bed whilst you were in the kitchen, pouring the both of you a glass of wine. “Do you want red or white?” You asked as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I want something else…”

“What?” You leant back into his touch, exposing your neck to him which he used to his advantage. He started to nip and kiss your neck. “Charles…”

“Hmm… you remember I told you I thought of something when Leia called me her Dad?”

“Yes…” You breathed out as his hands trailed underneath your shirt.

“I want one…”

“Want what?” You moaned slightly as he reached your bra.

“I want a baby with you.” His hands went down to your hips, spinning you around so you were now facing him. “I’d do anything to have a bigger family with you. I know we have Leia but I want another…” His forehead leaned against yours as he waited for your response.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…” He cupped your cheeks. “I’m so sure and I know you’re scared because of what happened last time but I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know you aren’t…” Your hands trailed up to his chest.

Charles leaned down, tilting your chin up with his hand as he kissed you. At first, the kiss was light but then he deepened it, becoming rougher with every single touch. The hand on your chin trailed down to your neck, lightly adding pressure as the other grabbed the back of your thigh, hosting it up and around his waist. His teeth nipped your bottom lip, making you moan as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, pressing you against the kitchen counter.

“Jump.” His other hand grabbed your leg that was still on the floor, allowing you to have support to jump into his arms. Charles walked back, heading to your shared bedroom. “Such a good girl for me…”

“Hurry up and get to the bedroom.”

“So impatient�� might have to punish you for that…”

“Do your worst Leclerc.”

Looks like Leia would have to share yours and Charles’ attention with a sibling.

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harrysmimi · 3 years ago

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Lovely

Chapter 16: Scared

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It was nearly Christmas!

Hebe's favourite time of the year apart from her birthday because she got so many presents and dolls!

This Christmas is going to be a tiny bit different for her. She was going to see her Grandma in London!

Yes, YN did agreed to take her to London. She wouldn't want Anne and Gemma to miss out watching her growing up. She'd take her to see them anytime of the year for that matter. YN and Gemma have been talking a lot on Instagram DMs lately, they got along so well.

YN was going to take Hebe with her just a few days before Christmas. Harry didn't wanted to start crying in the middle of the night like that day when her mother is twelve hour flight away from her. It almost gave him a heart attack that morning. Hebe was just excited for her trip, she loves car rides and going on planes that's all that mattered to her really.

"Mummy where is Binky?" Hebe asked looking for her stuffie fox everywhere.

"Didn't you put him in your bag baby?" YN asked. She had her own little carry on bag pack with her favourite toys and her favourite book. And Binky was in there.

"Here he is!" YN announced Hebe came running to her, "you want to keep him in the bag or carry him?"

"Carry." Hebe hugged her fox as her Mummy zipped her bag. "I carry it too, pwease?"

"If you want to, yeah." YN helped her wear her tiny frozen bag pack on her bag like she's going to school. Oh! She will be going to school from next year!

She is growing up way too fast!

"Let's go now yeah? Aunty Sam is waiting for us." YN said.

"Yes!" Hebe nodded holding onto her Mummy's pointer finger as they walked out. YN locked the doors before leaving. Samantha was going to her Wife's home town and she was nice enough to drop YN and Hebe to the airport on her way.

YN was never left alone at the airports so she booked up her private jet. She didn't wanted Hebe to get scared like last time.

The little princess had an amazing time on the twelve hour flight to London. The two flight attendants were very much infatuated with her charm and cuteness they didn't mind playing with her whenever she wanted or complying to her little requests.

"Bye Emily!" Hebe waved sleepy at the flight attendant as she clung onto her mother.

"Bye!" Both the flight attendants waved back at her.

"Thank you so much for your services." YN said to the lovely ladies, "I am sorry if she bothered you two."

"Oh no it's completely fine ma'am." The brown eyed girl said in hurry.

"Yeah, we loved to play with her." The other one said.

YN is going to make sure they get paid a few percent extra for their lovely services after.

Hebe and her Mummy went to their little flat in London directly. YN fell asleep on her way back home. It would be her bed time if they were in LA, YN is gotta make sure she wakes her up so she can adjust to the time zone at least and get a good nights sleep.

At night Harry came over to see Hebe at the flat. He has been away from her for a week and half and he honestly couldn't wait to see her, hug her and kiss her chubby cheeks.

"Dadda!" Hebe ran to her dad like always.

"Hello lovely!" He gathered her in his arms as he twirled around to make her giggle.

Moments like these never failed to make YN tear up. She never had her dad loving her like this, at least her daughter is getting that. And she'd do anything and everything for her to have what she didn't had.

"I missed you!" Harry hugged her tightly, planting a long kiss on her hair as he caressed her small form with his hand. Hebe leaned onto him sweetly. She have really gotten so close to her dad in a very short span of time.

"Ah! Look at you all pretty wearing your favourite dress!" Harry said, sliding her over to his one arm so he can look at his baby, resting his other hand on her small tummy tickling her gently. She was wearing her penguin dress and a cardigan over it. Hebe squirmed giggling from the tickles.

"Can Dadda have a kiss?" He asked, forwarding his cheek to her. Instead Hebe turned his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, just like she does to her Mummy. Harry didn't mind it.

"I love you baby!" He hugged her again. Hebe just snuggled into him. Either she loves him so much that she enjoys his cuddles or it's just a little chilly for her. It can be either or both but it was very adorable!

YN let them be alone as she went to put away the grocery for the week away.

"Mummy?" Hebe made her way in the kitchen, hopping on her sock covered feet. "We goin' out fo' dinner Dadda said. Wess go!" She grabbed YN's hand and tugged.

"You can go out with your Dadda if you want princess." YN said.

"Pwease, come wif us?" She made her puppy dog face, puckering her lower lip out.

Harry better have not told her to do this!

"Pwease Mummy?" She asked again. YN scooped her up in her arms as she walked out.

"You can take her out if you want. I don't think it would be good if we go out all together." YN said.

"What?" He was acting clueless.

"I know you told her to ask me to join you two Harry don't act innocent." YN pointed out. He just smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck.

"No one really bothers anyone here. We can go out. Please?" Harry requested, making same puppy face as Hebe— sometimes she forget how much Hebe looks like him. YN look at her and she had the same face on with her big green eyes rounded.

"Don't you look at me like that!" YN sighed kissing her cheek, "okay I'll come with you, yeah?"

"Yay!" Hebe threw her hands in the air in celebration, showing off her dimples. Harry had the exact same smile on his face as he watched Hebe give her Mummy a lot of sloppy kisses all over her face.

"Okay, okay!" YN chuckled, "let's get you changed yeah?"

"Mhmm!" Hebe nodded.

YN changed up Hebe into more warmer clothes. And put on a beanie of her head covering up her ears.

"Would you mind taking your shoes to your Dad please? Mummy needs to change too." YN asked.

"Mhmm!" Hebe nodded. She picked out her white chunky sneakers herself and went out to her dad who was waiting patiently in the living room.

"Dadda pwease will you hwelp me pu'my shoes?" She asked showing him her shoes.

"Of course darling come on here!" He patted the sofa. Hebe was quick to climb up on it. Harry got on the rug as he helped put her shoes and tied the laces neatly for her. "What does my princess want for dinner?"

"Icecweam!" She announced making him laugh.

"Yeah, we can have that too. What savoury food would you like?" He fixed her beanie a little bit, pushing her loose hair away from her pretty face.

"I dunno!" She shrugged.

"Hmm. I don't either. We'll let your Mummy pick yeah?" He suggested.

"Yes!" She clapped her hand once.

This Indian restaurant, which was Harry's favourite in London, was very close to YN's flat so they walked there. Hebe was being carried by her Mummy the entire way, a real princess she is!

The entire time of their outing Harry was admiring the two gorgeous girls who were with him. The little one never failed to make him laugh with her antiques whilst her Mummy warmed his heart by the way she'd look at her princess. Tender eyes with adoring clear glaze. YN looked extremely gorgeous in her beige coat and a black beanie with a pompom on top of it, like Hebe's. She wore a fitted warm turtle neck under it with a pair of regular blue jeans and sneaker. Her round glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose framed her face perfectly. Her winter-dry pink cheeks and nose made her look ten times cuter. Harry loved her new style, he have grown to love her shorter hair. Though he still wondered why she chopped off her long hair. He also wondered how he can get to call her his girl, unlike before when he dodge her conversations.

He was still a little upset about seeing her kiss someone who wasn't him. He doesn't blame her though. It's been long enough for her to try to move on from him. He still wondered if he deserved the second chance he was begging for from her. It was a lot. For her.

Looking after Hebe on only Saturdays and Sundays was exhausting for him. He was still getting used to being a parent. And here she is, works full time, own multiple businesses, is a full time Mummy. She birthed their daughter alone, went through the postpartum alone. Getting kicked and punched by his toddler at night gave him body aches for the entire week, he wondered how YN does that. He usually slept late on Monday morning after he'd drop off Hebe back to her Mummy. They were gradually extending her time with him, without YN around her. They went from a night to a whole day to now an entire day and two nights. Hebe was getting used to this new normal for her, slowly but surely.

Harry would like to change that. Really! He doesn't want his week with her and then send her over to spend her time with her Mummy as well. He was getting the idea of how it would be if him and YN got together. All their time with Hebe together like typical parents, their alone time together. Morning cuddles with Hebe in their bed every morning. He missed having YN over at his, sleeping in same bed as hers at night, cuddling and kissing her. It was like he really took everything with her for granted. He missed to witness his first born being born, he left her mother alone. That guilt is going to go with him to his grave!

"Dadda hol' me pwease?" Hebe got tired of walking. Harry happily gave her a piggy back ride.

He hated how silent YN was. Hardly interacting with him, she must hate him so much to be ignoring him even when he was with her. She mostly only talked to Hebe just answering to his questions in one or two words or with a nod of her head. He'd never know what the actual is swimming around in the pool of her thoughts in her conscious and subconscious mind. She have purely dedicated her life to this girl she made. It was like Hebe is the only person who matter to her, not even herself. It broke his heart to see her so lifeless yet so full of life when around her princess. He doesn't know how she is coping with the loss of her mum and sister, it's been just four years, it's still pretty new wound which would just get better but never completely heal until the after life.

Their night came to an end eventually as it was nearly Hebe's bed time. She wanted to be with her Mummy obviously so Harry did let her go with her Mummy.

"Oh, Harry." It was YN calling for his name as he was about to take rhe stairs down from the building.

"Yeah love?" He asked. She fished something out of her pocket. A credit card sized thick pouch. It was an SD card holder.

"I bet you would want to go through these." A soft smile played on her lips as she held a sleeping Hebe over her shoulder. He wondered what those SD cards hold.

"Thank you." Be took the little pouch with him. He was going to see what's in those.

"I need these back though. Tomorrow." YN said. He chuckled softly.

"I'll return them don't worry lovely." He said.

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After Harry got ready for bed, he got his computer and grabbed the SD card. He unzipped it. There were five 2 TB SD cards in their. Each labelled with different dates. He picked out the 0to4 months card and plugged it in the reader which he stuck onto his computer.

It was YN making a a long ass vlog of her baby's life. It was a movie length long video, edited to perfection.

"I don't know, how old you will be when you see this and I have no idea if I should leave this in this video. But you should know I pushed you out of my hoo-hah and it was painful as hell." It was YN talking to future grown up Hebe. It made Harry laugh a little.

She was in labour for FIFTEEN HOURS!?

Harry was in tears by the time Hebe was out and crying her tiny lungs, of course he didn't see her ACTUALLY being born the angle was from far away in side of the room. YN's friend was filming as YN held her close to her chest. Hearing her talk to her so softly and telling her how much she loves her made Harry sob.

"Oh my god! You're the cutest little thing!" YN cried in the video kissing the little girl's head who was still crying loudly. Harry was an emotional wreck sitting on his bed.

From there it was just almost every day from her life till she was born to her fourth month on this floating globe— as YN puts it in her words. Alvin and two of her friends seem to play a very important role in everything. Just watching a three hour gist of his daughter's first four months on this planet, was nothin compared to how much he have missed.

He was going to ask if he can borrow the SD cards from YN for a couple more days. There were two more two hour long movies on there, there is no way he was going to be able to watch everything in one sitting or one day. Her birthdays had dedicated cards to themselves. He went through the pictures folders on the SD card for a little bit.

Harry went to bed by three in the morning. Just to be woken up by his phone blaring on his side table at eight thirty in the morning. He almost ignored the call but when he saw the call from YN he panicked. She never calls him but texts him or have Hebe send him voice notes if the little princess wants to talk to him. He answered the call just to hear her crying.

"Harry, are you awake? Please come over she, she isn't waking up, her heart is beating so slow, she is burning in fever please !" She started going off and she sobbed. His heart skipped a beat, he threw his sheets off his body getting up immediately.

"YN, baby please. Breathe for me, yeah? She is going to be fine." Harry was already out of his bed. His house was conveniently closer to her flat. "I'll be there in ten yeah?"

"Quick!" She demanded.

"I'm on my way!" He did not know how he drove to her flat in half the time. YN didn't even bothered to strap Hebe in her car seat she got in the back holding her wrapped up in her blanket crying like a mad women.

She was doing just fine last night. This morning when she didn't woke up YN thought she was jet lagged and let her sleep in. But she wasn't waking up when YN went to wake her up, her skin was scorching hot and so was her head. Harry didn't know what was happening but he drove to the hospital and there Hebe was taken to get her checked up. This was the first time she's has gotten so sick to the point where she wasn't responding.

"Hey, hey! YN, love come here." Harry gathered YN into her arms, "what happened all of sudden?"

"She was doing just fine last night. I thought she was jet lagged so I let her sleep in but she wasn't responding when I went to wake her up. She have a very high fever. I am so scared!" She sobbed into his chest like a baby.

Harry was scared himself too. But YN was physically shaking. She looked traumatised.

"Hey she's going to be fine. I promise you." Harry assured her, he had his own set of tears now flowing down his cheeks. He had no clue what happened to their princess all of sudden just like YN herself.

"I am such a bad mum I couldn't take care of her!" She blamed herself.

"No, no, it's not your fault. I know you'd never let our princess suffer like that. You're the best and only mother she have. Don't talk yourself down like that." He sniffled caressing the back of her head.

"I don't want anything to happen to her. She is my life." YN was so scared that Hebe wasn't even breathing properly, her breathing was very slow and so was her heart beat.

"I know, she is going to be fine and running around in a few hours trust me here, yeah?" He pulled apart seeing she is in her PJ set. She didn't even bother to put on a jumper she was wearing her house slippers and no socks. Harry shrugged off his coat and draped it around her shoulders to keep her warm. Now he wouldn't want even her to get sick. The doctor called YN and Harry in the room where Hebe was in no time.

"How, how is my daughter?" YN asked the moment she stepped in.

"She is now fine. She just have a very high viral fever and cold. She will be up in a few." Doctor told Harry as YN was sitting by Hebe's bed caressing her pretty face.

"Thank you so much." Harry said, "do I need to any meds for her or anything?"

"One of the nurse will tell you if we need anything. But she have everything she needs for now. I'll be popping in to check on her in a couple of hours." Doctor explained, "don't worry she is going to be fine."

"Thank you." Harry thanked the doctor again before he left. He went to up to his daughter and her Mummy. YN was still crying and she placed a kiss on her baby's head.

"She is fine yeah baby?" Harry assured her, "doctor said she'd be up in some time."

"I, I got so scared. She have never gotten this sick!" YN explained.

"I know lovely, everything has it's first right? Now we know what to do to prevent this from ever happening again." Harry was surprised how he was able to keep himself calm and positive here. He was a nervous wreck inside.

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Well, Hebe was up in less than an hour. YN texted Harry letting him know that she is up now he went to get YN and him tea and something to eat. The first thing Hebe did was nuzzle into her Mummy's chest. It broke his heart to see her scared the first thing when he entered her the hospital room she was in.

"Hey, Princess." He set everything on the coffee table by the sofa in the room and rushed towards his daughter. "Are you feeling any good now?"

Her tiny hand clutched onto his coat her Mummy was wearing and there was a drip needle stuck into her tiny hand. She had to keep still or it would move.

"This hurt." She mumbled and hid her face into her Mummy's chest.

"I know, but you know what princess?" Harry rubbed her back, "after we get back home tonight we can bake your favourite chocolate cake yeah? And for that you gotta get well really fast and not cry okay?"

"Pwomise?" She looked up at the tiniest bit holding out her small pinky of her other hand. YN chuckled seeing that wiping off her tears, at least she is starting to be herself again now. Harry just glanced at YN for once before held out his own pinky for Hebe and letting hook her tiny one around his and press a kiss on her thumb to seal it, Harry did that same. He'd honestly bake a million chocolate cakes if that meant his daughter would get well very fast.

"I promise." He assured her.

Hebe was still sleepy with the medication she was given. Harry didn't liked YN was still crying watching her like that. He knows it doesn't feel good, nothing will be good about their baby being sick and ill.

"Hey lovie." Harry cooed to get YN's attention. "She is fine yeah? I promise, we can take her home by lunch time." He actually over heard doctor talking to the nurses there which wasn't a good thing but it put him at an ease.

"Really?" YN asked.

"Yeah, I promise." He nodded trying to carefully reach to wipe off her tears. "It really did scared fo much huh? But I promise you our princess is fine now."

"It, it was scary." YN admitted. For gods sake it didn't hurt as much when she was pushing her baby out her hoo-hah than it did now. Then it hit YN where Hebe might have caught the fever and cold. There was this man sitting next to their table sneezing and coughing just next to Hebe's chair, though YN was quick to change seats with her. Lord burn that fucker in hell for that!

"I, I know it's Saturday but please can I take her with me? I don't want her to be away from me, please?" She requested.

"Mhm! You can take her darling, she needs you with her more." He assured her.

YN lied Hebe back on the bed carefully as she fell asleep there. There was a knock on the door. It was Anne, and Gemma!

"Can we come in?" Gemma asked.

"Yeah!" Harry said.

"Oh she fell asleep?" Anne asked looking at Hebe who was being tucked in nicely by her Mummy. "Hello, darling."

Anne greeted YN so sweetly it warmed her heart. She felt her on her back rubbing soothingly. God, she needed that!

"Oh hello, Mrs. Twist." YN greeted her back.

YN was surprised when Anne went in for a warm hug. She smiled and hugged her back. It felt nothing less than a comfortable fuzzy, motherly warm hug. YN still misses her mum so much it was she is hugging her own mum after all these years. YN rested her head on Anne shoulder.

"I know, Harry told me how scared you were." Anne cooed to her, "it's okay, she is alright now."

YN didn't even know why she was trying to make her feel relaxed like that. But damn it felt good so have someone hold her like amd assure her that. It was something own Mummy would do.

"I know it's not easy to see your baby like that." Anne said breaking their hug, "Gemma got sick like this when she was around her age too."

"Yeah." Gemma pipped in. "I was a little older than Hebe is so I remember that." She looked like she was going down the painful memory lane which was hilariously adorable to YN.

"Thank you so much for coming to see her." YN said to the ladies.

"Of course, she is our princess too!" Gemma cooed.

Harry watched the girls interact sitting on the edge of Hebe's bed next to her. He is so lucky to have four gorgeously talented ladies in his life! Well, technically three, YN was giving him a very hard time but he isn't going to give up until she either tries to give him a second chance or she asks him to go fuck himself somewhere else.

"We came to see you too, darling." Anne said to YN.

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Hebe was still in her deep slumber as Harry took her and YN back home. Anne and Gemma were super sweet to YN, it made her day a little better to talk to them both. Anne telling YN how much Hebe looks like him when he was her age and it was true. It like universe pressed the copy-paste command and sent Hebe on this planet looking exactly identical to her dad. Hebe did not looked like she would be YN's daughter. She always had most random people asking her if she adopted Hebe, which was so fucking racist of them. And it boiled her blood in anger. Like come on! She had in her womb for ten freaking months, why won't people believe she is her Mummy!

She can worry about that later. Just as she was about to to put Hebe in her bed she started walking up.

"Hey baby! Good afternoon." YN smiled.

"Mummy!" She whined wanting to be held.

"I'm here princess. It's okay." YN wrapped her little girl in her arms as she clung onto her. Hebe's tiny arms wrapped around YN's neck and her legs around her Mummy's middle. She looked scared.

"I'm scared." She mumbled.

"Do you want to tell me why you're scared?" YN asked.

"I dunno!" She mumbled again.

"It's okay, Mummy is here with you. You are safe and sound." YN assured her. "Do you want to go out and see your Dadda?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded. YN took her out, Hebe immediately went to her dad clinging onto him the same way she did to her mum.

"Oh my strong girl!" Harry cooed to her.

"I, I'll go and make something for her to eat. Please can you—" she was interrupted by Harry.

"Of course, I am here don't worry." He assured her and sat down on the sofa with his daughter.

"You feeling any better?"

"Mhm." She explained.

"Yeah? You'll feel even better in no time." He kissed her chubby cheeks. "Did you had a good sleep?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded leaning onto her dad's chest as she cuddled him. Her Mummy came back to the living room in no time with a plate with some scrambled eggs and a two pieces of toasts and a cup of hot chocolate.

"You hungry, Bebe?" She asked setting the plate down.

"No," her voice was shaky.

"You gotta eat though, yeah? You want to feel better right?" YN was trying to get her to at least agree to eat something. She just had a few sips from Harry's smoothie earlier.

"Mhmm!" She nodded.

"You need energy for you to feel better, and you have to eat something for that." YN smiled trying to lure her to get to eat. "You want to bake a cake right? You can't do that if you're not feeling good, can you now?"

"No." She shook her head in reply.

"Then will you eat up something? Just a little, yeah?"

"Yes!" She nodded. "Will you feed me?"

"Of course!" YN of course agreed, she'd anything for this tiny human!

Hebe finally ate something up. Not as much as she usually eats but it was something. YN can try and give her something more in some time. She didn't even finish her hot chocolate. She was just being clingy and watching Sofia the first on her dad's phone sitting on his lap, using him as her personal heater and sofa. Harry wondered if she ever gets bored of that show. He have watched every episode at least two times by now, Hebe knows all the words to the song. She is usually dancing around but today she was very silent.

"Take this off pwease." She looked at her dad showing the little bandage on her hand where the iv needle was previously. It was safe to take it off and it was bothering her, so Harry carefully peeled the cartoon printed bandage off her soft skin. A tiny dot of her blood was on it.

"You can give it to me, I'll throw it away." YN took the folded up bandage from him and took the dishes in kitchen. She was exhausted and wanted to take a nap but she have to stay up until Hebe is up, what if she needs anything?

"You can go and relax, I'll do that for ya." Harry came in there when she was washing up the dishes.

"It's okay, thank you." YN didn't budge. It wasn't his job, he doesn't live there, and he isn't obliged to do any work in her household even if he is offering himself.

"Uh-huh, move aside." He pushed her to a side taking away the sponge from her hand.

"You left her alone there!" YN scolded him.

"She said she is fine. Binging her favourite cartoon." Harry said.

"Go stay with her Harry!" He exclaimed.

"How about you do that yeah? You can relax that way a little." He suggested scrubbing off the dishes.

YN knew Hebe was doing way better as she made an effort to walk in kitchen where her parents were. She handed her dad's phone to her Mummy as she was bored of it now. YN locked it and kept it on the counter.

"Dadda watchu doin'?" Hebe chuckled watching her dad wash dishes. It was hilarious because he was struggling there, be splashed water on himself. A drop soapy water went in his eye.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed closing his eyes, wiping his face with the back of his hand rubbing his eye.

"Don't do that!" YN stepped it. "Stop it, you're gonna hurt your eyes!"

With her hand on the back of his neck he helped him lean and rinse his eye out with clean water. She cupped her hand under faucet. Harry was moving and wincing like a child. Hebe was having a great laugh standing there.

"Be still!" She scolded him.

"Oh! Mummy is scoldin' Dadda!" Hebe giggled. Even YN laughed at that.

"Hey!" Harry complained.

"Can you stop moving?" YN scolded him again.

"What the fig is in that soap?" He sighed when his eye stopped burning.

"What the Fig?" Hebe repeated.

"Oh god! No you don't say that Hebe!" YN told her. "Can you also not swear in front of her, don't even try to censor it?"

"I'm sorry." Harry smiled cheekily.

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At night, Harry requested if he can stay over so he can be there just in case. He said he'd sleep on sofa or even on the floor for that matter. YN agreed to that, she knows he is worried about Hebe as much as she is. She gave him the extra blanket and pillows.

It was easy to put Hebe to bed. She didn't had her own bedroom in this flat so she slept with YN whenever they were in London. Hebe loved that! She was fast asleep in no time.

YN went out to see Harry all passed out on the sofa in fetal position like Hebe. God he is so much like her! Or Hebe is so much like him, she haven't even known him for that long. He didn't had his blanket on on him, so YN made sure to put the blanket on him before she went back to Hebe. He's still the same, sleeps without his blanket. His explanation to that is always I forgot to pull the blanker on, with a soft giggle followed by. YN remembered how he'd complain in morning with a stiff and achy body.

Harry felt a tap on his hand, which startled him. It was Hebe standing there half sleepy, with her stuffed fox tucked under her arm.

"Can I sleep wif you dadda?" She asked.

"Of course you can baby, come on!" He said sleepily pulling her onto the sofa with him tucking her under the blanket wrapping her in his arms. He fell back asleep holding her close to him like a cuddle bear.

Here YN woke up to check on Hebe, she panicked when she didn't find her.

"Hebe?" YN looked around. She didn't roll off the bed the pillow barrier was still as it is. YN went out and let out a sigh of relief when she saw her all tucked in with her dad.

Wait, she was just in bed with YN how did she... She got confused why Hebe went to sleep with him but it was fine with her. Whatever makes her comfortable.

Kids are so unpredictable sometimes!

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vannybarber · 4 years ago

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Put Some Respect On My Name!

Summary: As a wife and a mother to the kids of this asshole, respect is the one thing you better be recieving from him...after some good 🍆 of course. That's number one right there.😏

Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

BIG ASS PLOT

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Pregnant¡Reader, swearing, insults, angst, mentions of cheating, SMUT, breeding kink, spanking, oral (female receiving), praise kink, unprotected sex, mentions of religion, threats of violence (nothing extreme).

So here your are. Sitting on you and Ransom's shared California King bed looking at his friend, Derek's Instagram story, disappointed and angry. But mostly angry. Some nasty ass trick is sitting on your baby daddy's lap. Her loppy floppy tits out with a drink in hand and him drinking a Moscato, the one beverage he loved to order everytime he went out.

Last year for New Year's, you had to stop him from ordering more or else you were going to be cleaning him up after puking everywhere at midnight instead of getting a kiss to start off another year.

Your two year old daughter was in her playroom across the hall making a mess with her toys. Usually you'd be down there playing with her but your swollen stomach done prohibited you from doing a lot of things now. But it most definitely ain't stop you from getting what you want from Ransom every day and night. Nothing could ever stop you guys from getting yo freak on. Nothing.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale is most definitely an asshole and you're not gonna sit here and lie, acting like he completely changed when you guys came together. That boy still has his moments, but of course, it would be a chilly ass day in hell before you sit there and take his bullshit. He been learned that.

At this point ,you were thinking of ways to get on his ass about it when he comes home. Should you get the bat and wait at the door on some Beyonce shit ? Or put some bleach in his Fruit Loops like Cardi the next day ? Those sounded a lot better than what you decided to do. You were gonna wait till he got back home and calmly confront him on it, regardless of what your hormones wanted. 6 months pregnant and anger do not go together. You're WAAAAY more vulnerable and bound to do anything now. So you just watch your daughter brush her baby doll, hitting her on the head cause she won't sit still, rubbing your bump and wait for him to come home.

You hear shuffling downstairs and keys hitting the bowl by the front door. His big head home now and you're beyond ready.

You check the time and it's 2:46 am. You been put your child to sleep hours ago. You were just watching Wild N' Out to pass the time, thinking of how you were gonna start off without making yourself even more mad. The baby nor you need any of that. You were internally praying he was gonna get his ass over here soon cause your ass knocked out for a little bit. You were sleepy as hell right now.

Hearing those expensive ass Chelsea boots hit the sleek stairs and up to the second floor, you woke the fuck up real quick. You stay quiet and watch him walk in your daughters room and check on her. You can see with the nightlight him smile and rub her brown cheek with the back of his forefinger, whispering inaudible words to her. Fuck him and his adorable ass.

He bends back up straight and walks out her room closing the door a little and make his way across the hall to your room. He sees you and your pregnant state in your white tube top and grey booty shorts. Simple yet the baddest bitch he's ever laid eyes on and ever will. He smiles while locking eyes with you and all you do is narrow yours back at him getting upset all over again, regardless of the sweet previous moment shared with your baby girl.

He gives you a 'what the hell ?' look and comes over to give you a kiss but you jerk your head back with the stank face and a 'boy move out my face' quietly leaving your mouth. Now he's REALLY confused.

"Mama, what's wrong with you?"

You look at him like he just asked you to get on your knees and bark like a dog.

"What's wrong with me? You really asking that?" raising your voice on the second question.

Technically, he has the right to ask, being that he doesn't know what you know. He probably doesn't even know that Derek was recording him and that broad. Nor does he know that you texted Derek to keep recording him so you know nothing escalates.

Call it what you want, but you know how your man is. He's immature and irresponsible as HELL. If something had popped off that really threatened y'all's relationship, you would've been in that bar with your child on your right hip, earphones in her ear and tablet in hand, cussing him and that girl out.

"You wanna tell me how your night went?" You tilt your head asking sweetly, with a drop of sarcasm. You truly are a petty ass piece of work. And you love it.

"Just get to the point Y/N. The fuck did I do this time ?" At this point he's now visibly annoyed. But you ain't care. This situation is on his part. Y'all could've had a nice night, fucking while Big City Greens playing in the background on the T.V. eventually waking your child up cause you loud as hell, but nooooo. That ain't happening now.

You grab your phone and open back up Instagram, Marta popping up on your feed with Harlan reading a book. You like it and search up Derek's @ then click his story. You flip through countless tabs until you see the man-child standing in front of you, on the screen. You motion him over to the bed.

"Come here, asswipe."

He rolls his eyes, but moves them feets anyway. You turn your phone to him and let the video play. You watched it about a thousand times so you know exactly when it ends. After it does you pull the phone back in your lap and give him a questioning look.

Sometimes it's hard to read his expressions and this was one. It was a mix of slight guilt and double the annoyance. He backs up and stands back at the end of the bed, arms crossed.

"Really? This why you're upset?"

You swear you almost slapped him. And this time you couldn't blame the hormones because it was gonna be ALL YOU. You take a deep breath and lean your back against the cushion headboard.

"I KNOW you did not just ask me that as if I ain't supposed to be bothered by the fact that my husband got some random woman on his lap while I'm at home with his daughter and his growing child."

You deadass don't believe him right now. He really pressing you as if he don't know how you get when you're angry, especially while pregnant.

"My feet hurt. I am TIRED. I can't even move for more than 5 minutes without getting sick and having to sit down. The you come at me with this bullshit" you continue. "What the hell is wrong with you ?"

He just deadpans you. And you stare at his ass right back. You not playing right now.

"Y/N, you never get upset when I go out with my buddies and get hammered." He's flapping his arms around raising his voice at every word.

"What is the big deal now? It's fucking late and you're doing all this right now. What the hell?"

You gather the strength and get out the bed to close the bedroom door cause you about to go AWF.

Getting back on the bed fully sitting up and supporting your own weight, you tie your butterfly braids up in ponytail.

"Listen, you raggedy shitball,"

It's about to go down. You adjust yourself, ready to release the wrath.

"I don't give a damn how late it is. You know better than to go out and let some bitch get close up on you like that. Were you even thinking about me or your kids while she was on you? The fuck was going through your mind? Oh wait, I forgot. You don't fucking think. You have to actually have a damn brain."

"Raggedy shitball? Real mature, babe. Real fucking mature." He says rolling his eyes, finally getting his shoes off and putting them under the chair were his scarf and coat are draped over.

You continue with your rant.

"Ironic for you to comment on maturity, Hugh."

Yep, that's right. You said it. You called him by his ugly ass first name. Linda and Richard must've been out they damn mind naming him that shit. He whipped his head around, any sense of expression just completely wiping from his face. Perfect. Just the reaction you wanted.

"Don't call me that." He stated, pure disgust in his words. To be honest, you don't even blame him. But like stated before, you petty as hell.

"Hugh, Hugh, Hugh. Your name is fucking Hugh" you say in a sing songy voice. Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

"You don't get to tell me what to do right now. And back to what I said before. Why you let that girl in your lap like that ?"

"It was completely harmless. We were just having fun. Like you said before, you aren't a jealous person. Stuff like that shouldn't even be affecting you like this." He gets on the bed beside you and your face tore back up again. He's really getting in this fucking bed beside you like nothing.

But he was right though. You aren't a jealous person. A girl can come up to him at a party and flirt right in your face, but you'd never be bothered. Cause at the end of the day, her ass is getting rejected and he's gonna be inside you later the same night. He's yours and you're his. Simple.

"Ransom, just because I'm not a jealous person doesn't mean I'm gonna keep my mouth if our relationship is threatened." This man is actually delusional.

"You never entertain other girls when I'm around and here you are with a girl on your lap and I'm not there to say or do nothing. And you know your shitty friends will just encourage it. "

At this point, you started to get really insecure. Maybe it's the hormones, maybe it's just your logic. But your mind started racing like NASCAR. What really happens when he's out and you're at home? He wouldn't put your marriage and family at risk over a bitch...right? He hasn't cheated on you, has he? These thoughts really weren't good for your right now.

But he must've read your expressions. You were zoned out and he knows you're an over thinker so he had to stop you real quick. He puts his large left hand over your thigh, rubbing it and his right around your ass, leaning his head against your arm, trying to get you to chill. It almost worked, him knowing you liked your thighs rubbed, especially in your state.

But you caught that shit right away. You moved out of his hold and turn your body completely towards him. And then you ask him.

"Have you ever cheated on me?"

He freezes, you swear for at least 2.4 milliseconds and whips his head around to look at you. You turn your head away, somewhat regretting you even asked. You know this fucker loved you and your family with everything. He even said in his vows he would give his all into you. And you believed him. But fuck that right now. You need to know.

"Are you GODDAMN serious right now?!"

Okay, you paused for two things; he used God's name in vain, which you HATED, due to you growing up religious. Even though you don't practice it very often, it still bothered you. And two, he yelled, completely disregarding the fact that your kid is across the hall sleeping.

You snap your head around, braids hitting your face with super saiyan speed and kick him in his hip.

"What the shit, Y/N?"

"First of all, you know how I feel about that fucking word. STOP USING IT. And two, your daughter is sleeping so you need to keep your damn voice down!"

He's rubbing his side with a distorted look, but you could care less. You were fed up. This imbecile wasn't showing you any respect and your weren't gonna wait for him to get it right.

"How the hell would you feel if I went out, sat on some random dude's lap and entertained him while you were at home with our kid? Matter a fact, I'll do one even better. How about while I'm PREGNANT with YOUR baby, that YOU put in me, I sit on him and letting him rub my belly?"

Ransom has a big ass breeding kink. When you told him you were pregnant he was ecstatic. The though of him knocking you up, his seed growing inside of you just gave him pure ecstacy. And don't even get started on when your bump started to form. He was fucking every chance he got. He was in a theme park and you were his favorite ride.

You know you were playing with fire, but that shit felt AMAZING. He was really feeling how you were feeling right now. Them veins were popping out his neck and his face was slightly turning red. Baby boy was LIVID.

"Y/N, cut that shit out. I'm not doing this with your ass tonight." He looked at you with these eyes you've only seen when his family pissed him off at those gatherings he dragged both of you to. Before you had your first child of course. You went to them less after your daughter's birth because he didn't want her around his shitty family. You completely understood.

"Nah, baby boy. Since you want to be so inconsiderate and a triple asshole tonight, you can lay here by yourself and bathe in it." You got your big ass out the bed after minutes of struggling. Grabbing your black Betty Boop pillow with her cute afro, your charger, phone and your Hot Cheetos out the night stand and slipped on your slides, you waddle across the room, heading into the guest bedroom.

You refuse to sleep in the same bed as him, especially since he refuses to admit he's in the wrong. If you stay in there, you're just going to get even more frustrated and you don't want to harm your baby.

"Y/N, baby. What are you doing? Come back in here" he called you from the bedroom.

You shut the door and lock it. You'll be damned if you're gonna come running back cause he aSkEd you to. You settle in the bed, plug your phone up, grab your chips and turn When They See Us on the T.V.

Ransom just lays back on the bed in defeat. He didn't even make an effort to get you back in the room because you're stubborn as a mule. But he takes this time to go over what just happened.

He truly didn't think you would make a big deal. Like you said before, you're not a jealous person, so he didn't think he'd have to worry. Boy, was he all the way wrong. And you did have a point about you entertaining another man. That had his blood boiling. He gets at most irritated when you come with him to events, like the Oakley Country Club in Watertown and you're everyone's distraction.

It was your first appearance with him there and you being a sight to see, had all eyes on you and your body. Hell, even the women were checking you out, no envy or jealousy in sight. He knew then, he was gonna keep you close. You don't remember ever leaving his side that evening. He even volunteered to go into the bathroom with you. He didn't want to take a chance with the females either.

But in all seriousness, he couldn't bear the thought of you with another man. Especially now that you're married and have two kids together. But he really couldn't believe that you'd even suggest that he had been unfaithful to you. Your reasons were plausible, yes, but he was honestly...hurt. He knows what kind of guy he is comes off as, but he'd never intentionally ruin what you guys have built. You were the only one he truly let close.

He knew what he had to do, even though he dreaded it. He had to go apologize. He hates when you're upset with him. Absolutely hates it. Plus you were looking sexy as hell tonight and he need some of that round brown ASAP, no rocky.

Ransom got up and opened the door, making his way down the hall to the guest bedroom, but not before checking his baby's room. She was still fast asleep, little snores leaving her body. Exiting her room, he knew your door would be locked but tried to open it anyway. When it didn't budge, he knocked a couple of times. But you was knocked out.

Then he remembered. Lifting his hand to the top of the door frame, he searched for the thin key that unlocked the bedroom doors. Once he felt it, he grabbed it and inserted it in the door knob. Click. He pushed the door open and looked around to see the T.V. screen on, but paused, and you lying on your side with the Cheeto bag still open like a damn fool.

He shut the door quietly and made his way around the bed. He closed the loud ass bag, which caused you to stir and reposition your legs. He set the bag on the nightstand and crawled into the bed with you. He stared at you for a moment. Looking at your full lips and your wide nose.

Your afrocentric features were always so mesmerizing to him because they were different from all the other women. They were unique and he understood why you took so much pride in them. You had the damn right, especially looking that good. You were never afraid to embrace them. No person of color should ever be afraid to. Ever.

After what felt like an hour of weird ass staring, Ransom started to shake your arm, trying to wake you. You're a heavy ass sleeper, so it took him a while. You opened your eyes, squinting trying to figure what the fuck just woke your ass up. Feeling a dip in the bed and a presence next to you, Ransom comes into sight.

Even though this man is finer than a MOTHERFUCKER, you still turned your nose up when you looked at him. Your ass was still mad and it was ridiculous. Understandable, but ridiculous as hell. You could only imagine what he wanted now. You roll your eyes.

"Listen, I know you're still pissed at me and whatever, but I just came in here to.... apologize."

He averted his gaze to the T.V. You know how difficult it is for your baby to apologize for anything because even though he clearly in the wrong, he will never ever accept it nor admit it. And damn sure never apologize.

"I realize how you felt when you saw that video", he continued. "I would be even more pissed if you were the one in someone else's lap and I couldn't kick their ass as soon as I saw it."

You chuckled a little bit because it's true. He would be angry as shit. Although, you'd never be in that position because you love and respect him too much. But you let him finish before you spoke.

"With that being said, I'm sorry for my actions. Believe it or not, I'm still getting adjusted to being a husband and a father. I'm still struggling to give up my old habits and the shit I'm so used to doing. It's not easy, baby."

You grab is strong jaw and make him face you. He hasn't made eye contact with you this entire time. You almost felt bad, but he needed to understand. Understand where you were coming from and understand how it made you feel.

"Ransom, I'm not asking you to completely change who you are. I just want to know that you're in this for good. Because you can't turn back now. We've come too damn far. And I'll be damned if you decide to give up your responsibilities. Your ass gon' be grass."

He smiled a teeny bit, because what can you say? You're a natural born comedian. You can turn any situation in to some funny ass shit. But you get back to your point.

"I want you to be able to go out and have fun, but also come back and be a husband and a father. I value my independence just as much as you, so I get it. Just remember what you have. Don't fuck it up for some pussy, alright? That's all I'm saying."

You look him in his sea blue eyes. Damn, them thangs are hypnotic as hell. But you search for something that tells you he understands. That's all you fucking want. Him to understand. But you definitely got your answer.

Just as you were about to ask him, he shoots his face towards you and attacks your mouth like a damn wild ass pig. You were thrown all the way off, but you checked back into reality and kissed him back. You guys had this amazing ass way of getting in sync when you kissed. No matter who initiates it, you flow amazingly.

After a few mintues of saliva attack, you pull away tryna breathe cause he was about to take all your fucking oxygen. He laughs at the look on your face. You end up cracking up too. You can't help it. And he knows it.

"I completely understand, mama. I've definitely taken this into consideration. I learned my lesson." He smiles down at you. Internally you're proud as fuck because it's like you raised a bad ass kid into a well behaved one. The power your ass holds is amazing.

Then you look at the door trying to figure out how the hell he got in the room. "The key." You nod in realization. He rubs your thigh again, and this time, you don't stop him. Instead he stops himself. You look at him confused as fuck.

"But I'm gonna let you sleep in here, since you seem to be so cozy." He was messing with you. Fuck him. He gets up off the bed and head towards the door, but not before looking back to catch your reaction. You had a 'get your ass back over here' look on your face. But he just smirked. That signature smirk.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He really out here testing you right now. The balls on this motherfucker...

"Ransom, get your ass over here and give me what I want." You look down at his crotch, imagining him without his wool Reiss pants. He follows your eyes, still holding that smirk, but not forgetting to widen it. You lusting after his fLeSh turned him on bad. And it felt so good.

You already know you're to hard to resist. Everyone loves chocolate. Even Ransom's lactose intolerant ass.

You start to rub your belly, purposely drawing his attention, really making him turned on for you. You can feel that that tropical rain storm in your Fenty underwear.

And that boy was ready to start swimming. He expediTiously got back on the bed and in between your legs. You give him that look and that's all he needed. Connecting your lips to his and moving them in perfect sync like always, he starts rubbing up and down the side of your full belly.

"So fucking perfect and all of it's for me."

You pause.

"And who said all of this was for you, Mr. Drysdale?"

Not amused by your comment, he slaps your ass louder than a bitch and you shut your ass up real quick. Not before letting out a little giggle though.

He lifts your heavy ass and pulls the tube top over your head, letting your swole breasteses fall into position. Your areolas widened since having your daughter and Ransom LIVED for it. You were definitely enjoying them massages and those lips treatments he gave you when they were sore, just like now.

He starts kneading the left breast and continues to make out with your face like an animal. His left arm is holding your ass up. He eventually lays you back down, knowing damn well his ass is tired of holding you. You ain't blaming him either.

He hooks his lips on the nipple of the same breast, twirling his deadly tongue all around it. You moan with your head thrown back cause it feels good as hell. He lets go and replaces his mouth with his hands and twirls the nipple with his mouth on the other.

All you could do was mumble cuss words and grab his hair. He was really fucking you up and the real fucking didn't even start yet.

Trailing kisses all the way down your beautiful bump, down all the stretch marks till he reaches your shorts. He wasted no time getting them off and disposing them on the clean floor. Whatever he throw on the floor HE'S picking that shit up, not you. You'll make sure of that.

He looks directly at your covered pussy with excitement in his eyes. More excited than you were, if that's even possible. He takes his thick index finger and rubs you through your panties, completely soaking them. You just watch him, lust dialating your pupils.

He yanks them off, almost taking you off the damn bed at the same time, so you had to re-adjust yourself. He spreads your legs on their sides of his wide shoulders and licks from your core to the hood that covered your clit. You jerked a little cause you were in your second trimester, the horny trimester. You were 🌃 sensitive 🌃.

Then his annoying ass starts lapping in circles in super saiyan speed. You cry out and grab your left breast, squeezing and rubbing it. He stretches his left hand out and takes the right one, doing the same thing. Your back was continuously arching. You know your baby was fed up.

After a couple of more laps, your body finally can't take anymore and you cum all over his mouth. He has the audacity to keep going, even when your clit is hypersensitive, making you literally whimper, so you have to slap his head to get him to stop.

He pulls away with that stupid famous smirk.

"All that shit you're always talking, but you couldn't take a little sensitivity?" He teases you. But that's alright, cause you gon' remember that next time you're on your knees for him. When he comes, you not taking your mouth off him until you feel like it.

"Just fuck me already before I change my mind." You don't know why you even said that shit. He can tease you all you want. You'll never not have your legs or mouth open, ready for him to stick his dick wherever he feels.

He just chuckles, cause he knows that too.

Taking your body, he flips you on your left side and settles behind you, dick right against your ass. Its one of your favorite positions because he could hit your sweet spot perfectly this way. And he could rub your bump at the same time. Beneficial for the both of your greedy asses.

He was taking way to long so you grab his dick and line it up with your pussy and push the tip in slowly, playing with your own arousal. Ransom just watched. He loved seeing you desperate for his stupid ass, but you gave zero fucks at the moment.

Finally you slip his huge ass girth inside you and you moan out loud as hell. You really just be turned on by anything at this point. He then takes back the lead and pushes further till he bottoms out inside you. He's heavily breathing his hot ass breath on your neck like a weirdo, but fuck it.

Once both of you are adjusted, he starts moving in and out of you. The position made your walls hella tighter and he was already hitting your spot. His tight arm is wrapped around your stomach now. You constantly moan his name and he's just encouraging it.

"Ransom, fuck, baby just like that"

"You love when I fuck you like this, don't you pretty girl?"

You hated when he called you "pretty girl, sweet girl, or good girl" because you become a straight whore for him right away. He's such an asshole.

"Yes, Daddy- please don't stop"

"Tell me how bad you want it baby"

There he go with these fucking games. Always wanting to hear you beg.

"I want it so bad, Daddy ! pleASe give it to mE"

Happy Ransom?

He starts to pick up the pace and you feel the pleasure in your toes. It just travel from there all around your body and you can't say anything but "don't stop" and moan uncontrollably.

You start getting close and he can tell by the way you pick up the moans. So he starts going faster. But never forgetting to add a little nasty dialogue.

"I can feel you ready to come sweet girl. Keep clenching around me baby" That shit just made you even more whore-knee. If you weren't already pregnant, he was definitely gonna put a baby in you that night.

"Baby I'm close- fill me up Ransom please "

You're begging for this man to cum inside you, but he always wanna play a damn game.

"Hmmm do you truly deserve to cum baby? I don't know if you do.."

You wanted to hit him so bad, but he wouldn't let you come if you did. So you go along with it.

"Yes Daddy I'll do anything- Please just let me cum !" You screamed.

At this point you were loud as 🌃fuck🌃 .

After more begging he finally let you come.

"Oh shit Ransom- FUCK" You come all over his dick and shortly after, he came right behind you. Filling you up just like you wanted. He slumped against your back and you lowered your shaky leg.

"You always take me so well baby girl." He starts kissing your neck. You could literally hear that loppy ass smile he has on his face everytime y'all get done. But you get all tingly inside because you love when he praises you. Makes you feel proud of yourself.

"Well there's not much to take so...it's whatever." What are you without a teasing remark after every other sentence? But he always has a clapback.

"Its funny you say that because the other day you were practically in tears because my dick was "too much for one woman to take" and that I was practically torturing you." At this point you're turned over facing him grinning like a Cheshire cat and him smiling right back at you.

"Oh shut the fuck up, with your annoying ass." You snap back at him playfully, rolling your eyes.

"You love me, my chocolate bunny." He let's out an audible yelp when you kick him in his leg. You hate when he calls you that. "Cut it out Ransom, or you're not touching me for a week."

There you go again saying the dumb shit. You both know that YOU could never go through with that.

"Fine by me", he states unphased. Cause he knows you could never.

You roll your eyes for the 50thousanth time.

"You're lucky I love your ass."

"I love you too pretty girl" he winks.

Just as you were about to get up, you hear something jiggle the doorknob and someone huffing and puffing outside the door. That little girl over here jumping up and down tryna to open the damn door. You're literally hollering at her struggle. Truly sick in the fucking head.

"Mama! Where Papa ?" Ransom grins as he throws you his blue sweater so you can cover up and gets up to let your baby girl in.

You truly cannot stand this guy.

This all came to me so fast 😭 I hope y'all like it lmaoo

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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do we get a follow up on He doesn't hate you, where Ransom talks to Iris and James seeing their relationship from Ransom's POV?

Yes!! Yes you do! I thought it best to keep these two separate because it is basically two different conversations, but they do circle back. Ransom needed James to call him out on the way he speaks to Iris. Not that Ran means ill will towards his daughter, but he doesn't realize by saying nothing, or his choice of wording just sends her into a type of spiral. Iris has dealt with anxiety from an early age (maybe knowing her mom wasn't in the safest environment) and she trying to use coping mechanisms. At this point Axel has passed on, so she didn't have him. Seeing James be protective of Iris though, really made Ransom think about how he looks at that young boy. James did not hesitate to push Iris behind him, and speak in a calm manner to the man that was making her feel inferior

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I Can Try

Summary: Ransom talks to Iris after being grounded

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Iris Drysdale

Rating: angst

Warnings: depictions of anxiety, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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“Iris sit down,” no amount of emotion is in Ransom’s voice. He’s trying to remain calm, but his mind is floating everywhere. Mostly on how his daughter is growing up too fast, and how he’s failing her. One look at her, and he realizes just how much he's missed the mark when it comes to her. Iris shakes her head no, “Icy, we need to talk.” “There’s nothing to talk about. You made it perfectly clear that I’m stupid and you hate James.” Ransom stands to walk to Iris. Slowly wrapping his arms around her, “You’re not stupid.” “But you said…” “I said you were acting stupid. I said that because I was pissed. Do you realize what it felt like to walk in the library to see you and James fixing yourselves back up and your…ya know, was laying on the floor?” He pushes her body back to examine her eyes, and how full of tears they are. “Angel you are one of the smartest people I know.” “But you hate Jamey. And if you hate him you might as well hate me,” Iris’s voice continues to crack, but still no tears fall down her face. “I love him. I’m going to marry him. And when you hate him…what if someone hated mom? He’s a part of me daddy. He’s my best friend and the person I want to grow old with.” “You’re a child.” “I have always loved him. I don’t want to marry him until I’m done with school and he’s done with the army. But he’s my forever home,” Ransom shakes his head his own tears leaking down his cheeks. “I do.” “Can you just slow down?” her eyes cast to the floor away from Ransom. “If you’re going to marry him, why are you rushing into something physical? And in our home?” “It feels right.” The two of them look at one another, at a loss for words. No idea where to go from there. Ransom bites at the inside of his jaw, thinking on how to propel this conversation. He has so much more to say, and is unsure how to vocalize it. “Why didn’t you tell me, that you felt I put too much pressure on you?” with a wiggle of her feet, her body language showing just how uncomfortable she is with this topic. “Angel, I’m sorry.” “There you go with that name! I’m not your little girl anymore. That’s why you have Story and Lucy. You’ve got to let me grow up. I’m seventeen, I’m not a child.” “And it doesn’t matter how old you get, you’ll always be my angel.” “I can’t!” finally her tears break through when she looks at him. “I can’t be your angel, Pops sweetheart, mom’s sweet girl, Story’s sissy, Aster’s twin, and James’ baby doll. I can’t be everything. So I choose him,” he blows out an exasperated air, starting to walk closer to her. “No! I love you all, but it’s him every time. He grounds me. He loves me for me. When I need calming he just wraps his arm around me and gives me a squeeze. He’s mine. And you made him leave! I’m freaking out because I don’t know what I’m going to do. Don’t know how I can go a day without him calming me down.” “You don’t have to choose. It’s not all or nothing. That’s like me saying I choose your mother, and all my kids get whatever else.” “I just can’t do it.” Ransom raises an eyebrow starting to ask, but Iris speaks faster, “I can’t be something to everybody.” “Iris Jade, those names we call you isn’t because we expect something from you. It’s a special name we give you because we love you. You don’t have to choose. Maybe I did speak hastily,” Iris looks up at her dad, her eyes reddened from her tears that paint her face. “I don’t like what I walked into. I shouldn’t have seen you in that…like that. I mean it, when I said doors will be open. I need you to understand that you’re still my daughter, and I have to protect you from people, even James. There are rules for a reason, and I expect you both to abide by them.” “But…” “No, I can’t let you have free range of the house to have sex with your boyfriend whenever you want. You’re a child still. And my responsibility. He is allowed to be here, you’re not grounded, but no library, no theater room alone, no bedroom alone. I'll put one of your little sisters with you at all times if I have to.” Iris gives Ransom a pitiful little smile. Her anxiety

waning a tiny bit at the prospect of not having to stay away from James. “So what you’re saying is…” “I’m saying I’m sorry. I don’t think you’re stupid, and I don’t hate him. I don’t want you to be perfect. I want you to be Iris,” she gives him a shrug, “yeah I know. Iris thinks she has to always be perfect, always be on, and you don’t. Now call your bonehead and tell him the news. But I’m telling you Icy, I won’t find you two like that again.” “You don’t think I’m stupid?” she cries walking towards her dad, giving him the biggest huge crying on his shoulder. “Sometimes I do.” “My beautiful, gorgeous, talented, and intelligent daughter, you’re far from being stupid. But you’re a teenager that makes stupid decisions. You see the difference?” he feels her shake her head no on his shoulder and Ransom takes a long slow breath. “All teenagers make stupid mistakes. I make them as an adult. But that doesn’t make us stupid, angel. It makes us human.” “I love you.” “Oh Icy, I love you too, my sweet girl. I wish we could go back to when you whispered dads while holding cheeks.” “You gotta quit looking at me like I’m a baby still, old man," she giggles against him, but still a question remains. "What made you change your mind about Jamey?"

"I've never hated Tweedle Dee. You growing up terrifies me, but it hurts me worse," the two pull apart and he goes to sit in a chair, tapping the one adjacent to his for her own body. "But him not even thinking about protecting you from me...Icy, I know he's going to be a good husband for you. He proved today he didn't care who he stood up for, if it meant protecting you, but please, just slow down?"

"He's leaving in a few months. I won't see him," with a bite to her lip her tears really fall. "Daddy, I'm so scared for him, but I'm scared for me. He's so good for me and my brain, and I won't have that."

"Hey," Ransom's thumb wipes away her steady flow of tears, "Can we work on you and me, or you and your mom, or Aster, or whoever, to find someway to help you center and ground yourself? I know Jamey just knows, but can you trust one of us?"

"I can try."

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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Bring Your Daughter To Work Day ~ JHS [Request]

WORD COUNT: 898

PAIRING: Hoseok x Reader

GENRE: Family AU, fluffy, cute, drabble, established relationship, kids,

A/N: Sorry it’s so short but I hope you enjoy it!

"Is she going to be warm enough?" You panicked looking at your daughter who was already anxious enough to get out of the front door and go to work with her dad. Hoseok chuckled as she pulled on his arm excitedly, it was "bring your children to work day" and it was the first time your daughter would be seeing his personal studio at the new HYBE building.

"I've got blankets if she gets cold, food and everything else you've packed." He laughed, kissing your cheek softly as your daughter made a disgusted noise at the sudden display of affection her dad was giving to you. It wasn't the first time you would go without your daughter but it was the first time they would be away from you all day and out of your control so you'd gone into overprotective parent mode wanting to make sure she was safe. That was why Hoseok's bag was heavier than usual, it contained lunch boxes for the both of them as well as everything Areum would need if she got bored while she was at the studio, books, colour books, homework, musical toys, dolls and a first aid kit in case she got hurt.

"You're being paranoid, me and Areum will have a great day and you will get to have a relaxing one," He whispered as he kissed you on the lips this time, it wasn't often that you got the whole house to yourself so he was telling you to make the most of it and have some self-care time.

"Fine, but I want updates." You whined as he nodded his head, Areum dashing off to the car as he unlocked it, kissing you a final time before leaving you standing at the door and waving them goodbye.

"Uncle Yoongi said that he has a bunch of toys I can go and play with." Areum said as she strapped herself into the back of the car, looking at her father who smiled at her in the mirror,

"You know it's our day, you're supposed to spend it with me." He chuckled as he reversed out of the driveway, waving to you before pulling off into the traffic and heading into the studios.

"I see you bought a friend along," Minho the security guard said as he saw Areum jumping up and down on the spot,

"I did, did you?" Minho stepped aside so that his son could be seen, he was the spitting image of the tall bulky man, as if someone had taken him and shrunken him down to sit behind the desk.

"Jeongin, click the big green button so Areum can walk through the scanner." Lights around the body scanner turned on and Areum giggled to herself, walking through while mumbling something about Star Wars, next was Hoseok and then they had to sign in.

"It's like a building from a Marvel movie, are you a superhero dad?" He laughed softly as he shook his head, she had an overactive imagination and he loved it about her.

"Not quite, maybe in the future." He laughed softly as he leads her towards the elevators, attaching her visitors pass to her jacket before letting her push the buttons to his floor.

Since moving into the larger buildings HYBE had let the boys go all out on creating their dream personal studios, letting them do whatever they wished for the rooms.

"This is my room," Hoseok said as he entered the password to his studio before pushing the door open,

"Whoa," Your daughter whispered as she saw his computer screens were all touch assist and looked as though they didn't have wires, then there were musical instruments around the room.

"Dad this is huge," She gasped going over to the piano and playing a couple of the keys before going over to his desk and seeing photographs everywhere. Some of them were of you and Hoseok together when you were younger going on throughout the important moments in your life. There was a set of you carrying your daughter in your arms, all of her baby scans in different frames and then photos of her on every birthday until her recent 8th one.

"I have to keep my two muses around me," He whispered as he caught her staring at the photos, she'd not seen many from her childhood and this was the most she'd seen.

"Dad, this is beautiful, has mum seen it yet?" He shook his head before bending down to look at her,

"I'm going to finish some more things up before I bring her...Do you want to hear a song?" She yelled out yes and he chuckled, leading her over to the computer and starting it up.

When they finally came back that night Hoseok was carrying Areum in his arms, she'd fallen asleep on the sofa in his studio and he didn't have the heart to wake her up,

"Did she enjoy it?" You whispered as he laid her down in her bed, you tucked her in while he nodded his head.

"Loved it, you should have seen her learning songs on the piano, I have a video." He chuckled, taking out his phone and showing you everything she had been doing that day with him while you both got comfortable on the sofa together, ready for a calming night in as a couple.

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arctickat2400 · 3 years ago

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Postpartum Insecurities <> Bucky Barnes

“She’s so beautiful,” You smiled down at your daughter in your arms. You laid in the bed in the med bay of the Avengers Compound, wrapped in Bucky’s arms as he sat behind you. He rubbed your arm softly as you both cooed over your newborn.

“Do you have a name yet?” Dr. Cho asked with a smile as she took your vitals. You looked up at Bucky in question. You had been talking about names probably since you found out you were pregnant. Though, you still didn’t know what was right. But, looking at your daughter now for the first time, both you and Bucky knew the perfect name.

“Sophie Rae... Sophie Rae Barnes.” You smiled up at Bucky, him returning the gesture. He kissed your forehead as you continued to adore your daughter.

* * *

“I’ll be right back.” You said to Bucky, gesturing to the front counter of the cafe, before standing from the booth.

“You want me to get you something, doll?” Bucky questioned. He was always so sweet like that, getting you anything you needed or wanted.

“It’s alright, babe. I got it.” Smiling, you kissed his cheek and walked back up to the counter. There was a new barista working the register today. Brooke must’ve had a day off.

“What can I get for you?” The woman, Caroline, offered.

“Can I get one of the chocolate chip brownies and a java chip frappe, please?” You asked with a smile.

“You sure about that?” She started, and you could hear a bit of judgment in her voice. “With that appetite, that extra weight isn’t going anywhere. Never gonna get that gorgeous model body back.” She states, and you could feel the tears build up. Before you got pregnant, you had the perfect body and you were a very well-known model. But, then, you had your daughter and your body never went back to the way it used to be. No matter how grateful you were for your daughter, nothing could change your insecurities.

“Um… well,” You hesitated. “Never mind, then.” And with that, you left back to your table. Bucky’s head snapped up, sensing you were close. It was kinda like a sixth sense for him. Which meant you couldn’t sneak up on him like you could with your other friends.

“Hey, baby. I thought you were gonna get something to eat.” Bucky wondered as you slid back into the booth across from him. You made eye contact with him and you could feel the sadness build up more and more.

“I, uh, changed my mind. But, um… could we actually go home?” You questioned. You saw Bucky’s expression change from adoration to concern.

“Yeah, sure.” He began as he followed your movements out of the booth. You started walking out of the cafe, and you could swear you saw the barista glare at you as you walked by. You sped out of the cafe and were almost 3 buildings down the street already when Bucky caught up to you, took your hand, and stopped you.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Bucky asked, more worry laced in his voice. A tear escaped your eye and you tried to turn away, but Bucky pulled you closer to him, his hand on your cheek. He turned your head to look at him and wiped the tears away.

"Y/N, talk to me. What’s going on?” Bucky questioned, his eyes glued to yours.

“That new girl at the counter... she told me that I was...” You sniffled as you said the word ‘fat’ under your breath. You didn’t want to say it, but that is what she was implying. You knew Bucky could hear you, his super serum allowing him to hear miles away probably.

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He just pulled you into his arms as you let a few more tears slip.

“Baby, it’s okay. Don’t cry. Let’s not make a big deal of this.” But, Bucky knew that, once she pulled away and looked up at him with that shocked look on her face, he had said the wrong thing.

“You don’t think this is a big deal?” You said, anger building up. You were speechless. Bucky opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t let him. You didn’t say anything else as you turned around and made your way back to your car. You got into the passenger’s seat, Bucky in the driver’s seat and you traveled back to the compound.

“Doll, I’m sorry. I just...”

“Don’t,” You said louder than intended. “Just don’t.” They didn’t speak for the rest of the drive to the compound.

Everyone knew you were insecure about your body. Ever since your pregnancy, you had to give up your modeling career and your body changed drastically.

You weren’t the skinny, beautiful girl Bucky had first fallen in love with. You didn’t think he’d want you anymore. But, he told you differently. He told you he had made a promise to always love you no matter what when he proposed to you. He promised that he’d always think you were as beautiful as he thought you to be when you first met. And you believed him, deep down.

But, other times, you would go through phases of depression and you would hate yourself. No one really understood, clearly. Everyone thought you were overreacting, as always. You hated your body now, there was extra weight everywhere. And no matter what Bucky told you, how beautiful you always were and always will be, you couldn’t help but hate yourself more.

You hated being mad at Bucky, but the person you loved more than anyone or anything, the one person you’d think would understand more than anyone thought it wasn’t a big deal. And, though he thinks whatever you’re going on about is complete nonsense, Bucky hates the distance between you two.

Later, in the afternoon, Steve decided to bring you and Bucky with him to meet a friend to pick up some stuff, weapons and such. As part of your job, you’re forced to talk to Bucky, as well as all the others. You’re not surprised Steve chose to bring Bucky, his best friend. Though it was quite obvious, Steve didn’t know you weren’t talking to each other, so he brought you too. You sat in the front seat of Steve’s Buggy, Bucky in the back, and Steve driving, of course. You pull up under a bridge behind a black car, belonging to Sharon Carter.

“I’ll be right back...” Steve says, getting out of the car, leaving you and Bucky alone. Everything is silent as you watch Steve converse with Sharon. You watch as she opens her trunk and you see several guns and Steve’s shield on the top of the pile.

Suddenly, “Can you move your seat up?” Bucky breaks the silence.

“No.” You answer without any emotion, just annoyance, keeping your eyes on the two blondes in front of you.

You can feel Bucky’s eyes on you, and you just barely feel the car move seconds later as he shifts over to the middle seat. You watch a smile form on Steve’s face as he leans into Sharon, and they share a passionate kiss. You didn’t know they were a thing. You were quite surprised, to be honest, considering Peggy’s funeral was just two days ago. But you thought it was sweet. Steve’s known Sharon for a while, it seems. You smile at the romance.

“Ya know, that could be us,” Bucky states and your smile falters, remembering your fight from just hours before. You stay silent. “I’m sorry, Y/N...”

But there was something in you that just wasn’t yet forgiving. You focus back on Steve and Sharon. She gets back in her car just as Steve made eye contact with you. You and Bucky smile at him as a light blush lit up Steve’s cheeks.

About 20 minutes later, you three make it back to the compound. You get out of the car and make your way inside. A smile lights up your face as you see your daughter running towards you, a huge smile on her face.

“Mommy!” She exclaims, running into your arms. You’ve only been gone about 2 hours, but she’s always excited when you get home.

“Hey, sweetheart. Did you have fun with Aunt Nat?” You asked her, kneeling down in front of her.

“Yeah! We colored and then she taught me how to load a gun.” Sophie answered. You chuckled nervously, not really knowing how to feel about that, considering she was 6 and wasn’t ready to be around guns.

“Oh, did she?” You met Nat’s eyes from across the room and she just shrugged with a smug smile. You looked back at your daughter.

“Well, I’m gonna go freshen up. Go say hi to Daddy.” You say just as Bucky walked through the door with Steve.

She looked over at her dad and Uncle Steve, a bigger smile growing on her lips.

“Daddy!” She squealed as she ran to him. You stood up and walked away through the halls and to your room.

“Hey, baby girl! How was your morning?” Buck smiles as he holds Sophie in his arms, her perched on his hip.

“It was good. Did you know that you always keep your gun on the safety until you are ready to use it?” Sophie states with a giggly smile.

Bucky chuckles at his daughter. “Yes, I did know that. But, I didn’t think you were ready to know that yet.” He glared at Natasha from the corner of his eye.

“Daddy, can you teach me something?” Sophie asks him as he sets her on her feet and kneels down in front of her.

“Of course, doll.” He says. She was always into reading and spelling, you think she got that from you. She likes to learn with Bucky, the daddy’s girl side of her. You would always find them around the apartment, reading easy-to-read books or him teaching her to spell or write or doing whatever she wanted to do.

After changing into a pair of jean shorts and one of Bucky’s sweatshirts that went past your shorts, just as you were walking out of your bathroom, you ran into Bucky. You looked up at him as he looked down at you with a pleading, sincere look in his eyes. You wanted to forgive him, you just couldn’t yet. You walked past him into your bedroom as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. You grabbed your book and settled on the couch in your room by the window.

Bucky walked back out, shirtless and in gray sweatpants. You just had to look at your favorite outfit on him. You could never help yourself when he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He did it all the time too, knowing you loved it. He did it whenever there was no one in your apartment except you, him, and Sophie. That was almost all day, every day, always a nice sight to see.

He walked out of the room and you went back to reading, trying to focus. It was hard to focus back on something as simple as reading after seeing Bucky shirtless.

A little while later, you heard a loud squeaky laugh from the kitchen. You close your book, standing from your spot on the couch, you make your way quietly to the kitchen. You stood in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest, watching the sweet sight of your husband and daughter sitting on the kitchen floor in front of the fridge. Sophie sat in Bucky’s lap as they played around with the spelling letter magnets on the fridge. You couldn’t help but smile.

Bucky just finished teaching Sophie how to spell the word ‘perfect’. He told her to sound it out, first asking her what sound a cat makes.

Just then, Bucky looks up at you, and as your eyes meet, your face fell as fast as your smile came when you saw Bucky and Sophie together. You turn around and make your way back to your room.

“Hey, Soph, how about you go and wash up for dinner?” Bucky tells her, helping her up from his lap. “Okay, daddy.” She smiles, giggling as she runs off. He could never hold back a smile whenever she called him daddy. It would never get old for him.

Bucky made his way to his room, longing for his wife that he hasn’t talked to since that morning. He walks in quietly, careful not to scare her like he does more than he would like. He always found it cute how jumpy she was.

He finds his wife sitting on their bed, back facing him. He knew what she was doing. She didn’t have her phone or a book in her hands. She just sat there thinking like he found her doing a lot. Bucky climbs up behind her, pulling her hair back and placing a soft kiss on her neck.

“Bucky…” She starts.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I know how you are and how you feel about yourself and I just didn’t know what I was thinking.” Bucky interrupted her. He moved to sit beside her, taking her hand in his. “I’m sorry about what that woman said. If I had known, I would’ve done something about it.”

“I just thought… I thought you understood.” You told him, your voice quiet as you looked down at your hands, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“Y/N, baby, I do understand. I really do. The only reason I don’t think it’s a big deal is that I always see you the same in my eyes.” Bucky paused as he lifted your chin to look into his eyes. “You will always be and I will always see you as beautiful as you were when I first met you, no matter what. And I will always love you, baby.” He finished as he brushed his thumb against your cheek. He rid away some of the stray tears, though more kept coming. But, instead of the sad tears, they were happy tears.

“Besides, all of this,” he slid his hand up my shirt and set his hand on my belly. “It came from the birth of our baby girl. So, there’s no reason to feel insecure about it, baby. It’s a good thing.” He told you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your belly.

“I love you so much, Buck.” You said as he came back up. You leaned in, your hand on the back of his neck. Your lips met in a sweet, loving kiss.

“Forever, Y/N. I love you.” He said, your foreheads pressed against each other.

Just then, you heard pots and pans banging against each other from the kitchen.

“I think our daughter is getting hungry.” You giggled, bringing a smile to Bucky’s lips. He couldn’t get enough of your smile or your laugh or your anything.

You stood up, ready to make whatever your daughter wanted.

“Y/N, can I just say one thing?” Bucky asked just before you turned the corner to your bedroom door. You turned towards him with a questionable expression.

“That cute ass of yours is not helping the way I feel right now. Especially since I haven’t touched you much today.” He states as he stood up and walked to you. His hands ran up your - his - sweatshirt and planted themselves on your bare waist. He felt you tense in his grasp. You still felt a little sensitive and insecure when he touched the places that held that extra bit of weight.

“Don’t worry, baby. Don’t feel insecure.” He whispered into your ear. “You’re so beautiful. Every inch, every bit of you, I can’t get enough.” Bucky finished. You looked up at him, a somewhat seductive smile on your lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You felt his hand travel further down towards your ass and into your back pocket.

You leaned back a bit. “Dinner first, my love. Then, maybe we can do some of that later.” You told your husband. You loved watching him the way he was. You loved that he longed for you. You slid your hand into his and led him out to the kitchen where you find your daughter starting to put ingredients together for dinner. You knew she was going to take after Bucky in the cooking department. You and Bucky watched her, a smile on both your faces. You leaned into Bucky, one hand on his chest along with your head and his arm around your waist. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your head.

Note: My apologies if I've missed changing any of the name "Katie" to "Y/N". I write my stories as myself and then change my name to Y/N once I put it on Tumblr. Please don't discriminate my writing if I did miss something here or on any of my future/ other stories. I don't mean to. Thanks for reading and I hope y'all like my stories!

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #Sebastian stan imagines #fluff #midsize reader

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mamabearcatfanfics · 3 years ago

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Battle Couple

I've had this little idea for a while, and then decided I could bend it slightly to fit this year's @inukag-week's first battle couple prompt. Because not all battles we face have to be huge ones against a deadly foe. Sometimes the battles can simply be standing up for what's right.

Inuyasha dragged the beanie down tighter over his head, stomping towards the exit of the store. He hated this. This is why he bought things online and had them delivered. Because then he could avoid interactions like he’d just had with that racist arsehole. He glanced down at the text from Sesshoumaru again, wondering if there was some other way he could get this gift for Rin. It was the first time his half-brother had thrown a birthday party for his adopted daughter, and no doubt it would be a big deal.

Rin has expressed an interest in this item. Her birthday party is on Saturday at 10am. Do not be late.

And of course the toy Rin had asked for was sold out everywhere online. The tiny dolls with light up dresses and a matching crystal necklace were apparently ‘the’ toy at the moment. She specifically wanted the purple one, the ‘hope’ doll, because it was her favourite colour, and she already had the other dolls in the set. This was the last one she needed. And he hadn’t been able to find it anywhere. He was failing as an Uncle. The last store he’d been to, he’d practically seen a pair of mothers come to blows arguing over the last CrystalShines doll on the shelf.

He was close to the exit of the store when an intriguing scent wafted past his nose. It was another store employee, dressed in the dark polo shirt and black jeans, with one of those ear walkie talkies they all seemed to wear. She was giggling, talking to someone using the button on her mike, her other arm full of a variety of women’s clothing that she was putting back on the racks. Her arms were a blur as she began sorting them into different sizes, working quickly to make each rack neat and tidy.

He watched as she flitted about the store, talking to a customer, smiling and waving at a baby in a pram, folding jumpers and t-shirts. His eyes were drawn to her dark ponytail; the way it swung as she moved was almost hypnotic. Her glossy hair was black, but had a blue sheen to it under the harsh fluorescent lighting, and he had a sudden urge to reach out and touch it, stroke down the length of the swinging tail to see if it was as soft and silken as it looked.

Without even realising it, he followed her, almost bumping into her as she suddenly spun around to go in a different direction.

“Oh! Good evening sir, can I help you with anything?”

There was a pleasant smile on her face, and she was looking at him expectantly. His voice didn’t seem to want to work now he was actually standing close to her, so he turned around his phone, showing her the picture of the doll.

“This is what you’re looking for?”

“Yeah”, he said softly, his eyes focused on hers as she glanced up at him again. He’d never seen anyone with grey eyes before. It seemed they were lit from within like starlight, and now that he was closer to her, she smelt even better. He cleared his throat, trying to get a hold of himself. “My niece wants one of these for her birthday, and I’m having trouble finding one.”

“Okay”, she said, reaching for the button on her headset to talk to the other employees on the shop floor. “Let me just talk to my colleague in the toy department, and I’ll see if we’ve got that item in stock.”

❤

Kagome watched as the man in front of her visibly deflated.

“Don’worry about it then. Already talked to ‘im.”

And then she got it. Ryan was working the toy department tonight. Ryan the racist bigot who didn’t like interacting with any customers who weren’t white, male, good ol’ boys, exactly like him. Usually he worked out the back in the store room, unpacking shipments, but due to the flu going around and the shortage of staff, the evening shift manager had put him on the floor tonight. And he’d no doubt said something innaproppriate to this gorgeous man in front of her, who obviously had some sort of youkai heritage.

She’d had her own run-ins with Ryan. He’d said many cruel things to her over the past six months, since he’d found out what happened a few years ago, cruel enough to make her run to the safety of the women’s toilets to shed a few silent tears in private. He never bullied her in a place where others could overhear, he always cornered her in dark places where there was no one else around. He frightened her. Jak knew she was uncomfortable around him, and did his best to make sure they were never rostered on at the same time, so it had been a while since she’d had to deal with him.

She took in the golden eyes, fangs and the beanie yanked down hard over his long silver hair, but it was the resigned bitter look on his face that caught at her heart. She knew that feeling. Internally Kagome fumed, but outwardly she hoisted her brightest smile onto her face, wanting to make it up to him. She could fix this!

“Wait. I don’t know the toy department that well, but I’m sure I could help. Just give me a moment to put these things down.”

He followed her to a wheeled rack in the aisle where she hung all the clothing in her arms back up, and then turned to him, smiling brightly again.

“Let’s go to the toy department and see if we can’t find this doll for your niece. When’s her birthday?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Oh dear, that doesn’t give you much time to find one!”

“I’ve been lookin’ all week. Online stores have sold out.”

“Well, hopefully we’ll have one in stock. Let’s see, the doll aisle is around here somewhere.”

They walked together down the aisle, both scanning the shelves for the tiny dolls.

“They should be around here”, said Kagome, her finger running along the price labelling on the edge of the shelf, her eyes lighting up as she found the right tag, but sighing in disappointment as she found the shelf empty.

“Yeah”, sighed Inuyasha. “I asked the guy around here if he could find out if there were any more out the back or somethin’ and he, ah…”

“Don’t worry”, said Kagome, a determined look on her face, “I will personally go take a look in the store room for you. Just wait here for me sir.”

“Inuyasha.”

“Huh?”

He coughed a little, his head turning to the side to avoid her direct gaze. “My name, it’s Inuyasha.”

“Oh. Right. Just wait here for me Inuyasha, and I’ll be right back.”

“Thanks Kagome.”

She blinked in confusion as he said her name, wondering how he’d known it, then realised he had read her name tag.

For some reason him saying her name out loud made her stomach swoop, like she was on a roller coaster, even though her feet were firmly planted on the ground. As he gave her a shy smile, she felt her cheeks begin to heat, and she whirled around, making a beeline for the storage room, talking into the mike on her headset as she left.

“Hey Jak, it’s Kagome – just going out to the store room for a moment for a customer. I’ll get right back on those returns as soon as I’m done, okay?”

“Oooh, tell me it’s the hottie with the white hair that I pointed out to you!”

“Jak!”

“Oh it is! Take your time honey!”

“You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“And you love me for it. Make sure you get his name and number before he goes!”

“Jak!”

“For the customer form darlin’, what else did you think I meant?”

She could hear him still sniggering as she released the talk button on her mike, and she shook her head, grinning despite herself. He was her in-line manager and they got on really well, but rarely got to spend time together, as he was usually rostered on during the day, and her in the evenings so her day was free for lectures and study.

Kagome squeezed her way into the storeroom, scanning the aisles of stock yet to be placed out on the shelves. And then she saw it, the edge of a box with a picture of a tiny doll up on the highest shelf.

Dragging over the step ladder, she placed it under the shelf and climbed up, her petite size meaning she had to stand on the very top to have any chance of reaching the box. She just managed to reach the doll with the tips of her fingers, and nudged it. It tipped forward and fell, and with a gasp she managed to catch it with her outstretched hand, teetering on the top of the ladder, her other arm windmilling frantically to keep her balance.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her frantically beating heart after her almost fall, the box containing the doll clutched tightly against her. But she’d found one for him, a purple one, just like he’d wanted. She had no idea why that made her feel so incredibly happy, but it did.

Grinning widely as she emerged from the storeroom, she began walking directly to the toy department. She could see Inuyasha there, waiting for her. But she could also see Ryan, his arms crossed as he spoke to him, a sneer on his face. She quickened her pace. Previous experience had taught her that expression couldn’t mean anything good.

❤

Inuyasha stood his ground, hands clenched in tight fists by his sides. He had every right to be here – he was a customer, he hadn’t caused any commotion or damage. Kagome had asked him to wait here. But apparently that wasn’t good enough for this guy.

“I told you already, we’ve got none of what your looking for. Nothing for you. Are you deaf, or just stupid?” The volume of his voice wasn’t loud enough to draw anyone’s attention to them, but definitely loud enough to get on Inuyasha’s nerves.

Inuyasha closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly as he held back. He would not punch out this idiot – this was a department store, not a battle ground. Even though he deserved it because he was a racist bigoted shit.

“I already told you to leave youkai! Do I have to call security?”

Inuyasha breathed out slowly, trying to keep any trace of anger out of his voice, even though he wanted to let rip. He’d found out the hard way that security tended to not ask questions, just see his youkai traits and assume the worst.

“And I already told you, another employee was taking a look out the back for me. She told me to wait here for her.”

“Yeah, like I’d believe anything one of you would have to say. You’re all the same. What are hidin’ under that hat huh? Some kinda weird freakish thing I’d bet. ”

“Inuyasha!”

Inuyasha turned, his eyes lighting up as Kagome appeared. But she wasn’t wearing the wide smile she had when she left. She was stomping towards them, a box tucked tightly under her arm, the scowl on her face impressive. Thankfully that scowl was not directed at him.

He could smell the nervousness pouring off of her, but you never would have thought it looking at the way she faced off with her work colleague, stepping in front of him like she wanted to shield him from this man's ire with her much smaller body.

“Ryan, I’m handling this customer. And I’ve already found what he needed, so there’s no reason for you to be here. I think you’ve probably said enough.”

There was the barest trace of a tremble in her voice, and Inuyasha moved in closer behind her, wanting her to feel like he was there to support her. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but he didn’t like it.

Ryan rolled his eyes and then sneered at her, his voice low and vicious.

“Ha. Shoulda known it would be you Kagome. Such a helpful little kiss ass. Why don’t you turn that cute little tush of yours around and head back to the ladies department where you belong, unless you’re still that desperate for some demon tail.”

“What?”

Ryan grinned at the shocked expression on Kagome’s face, posturing like he’d somehow scored a point. “Bit ironic really, you working in the ladies department when you’re anything but. A human ain't good enough for Kagome, huh? Wasn’t it bad enough that the last guy you had got fired, now you’re after customers too? You really are a-“

“Don’t. Say. Another. Word.”

Both Kagome and Ryan flinched at the snarled words behind them.

“Kagome, call your manager”, said Inuyasha gruffly. “I wanna report this guy.”

“It’s my word against yours demon, and little Kagome’s not gonna say anything, are you Kagome, because you’re fuckin’ pathetic. There’s nothin’ you can report me for”, snorted Ryan.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’d probably pick being a racist arsehole, for starters”, said another voice cheerfully. "Then maybe we could add workplace harassment."

A tall man in a tailored suit stepped into view, his dark hair slicked back into a short ponytail. He was holding his phone up, obviously still recording the whole thing.

“Here I was, minding my own business in the Lego aisle while I looked for the perfect birthday gift for my little girls, and what should I hear? An employee bad mouthing a customer, when the customer had been nothing but polite and civil. Don’t worry about proof, I’m happy to be a witness. I was recording the whole thing. From the very first racist slur that left your lips.”

Kagome’s eyes were wide as she glanced from the ponytailed man back to Ryan, and Inuyasha could hear her heart beating frantically. He nodded at her approvingly as she took a deep breath, her hand steady on the button on her headset.

“Jak, it’s Kagome”, she said, her voice a little breathless, but firm. “Can you-“

Ryan lunged towards her.

“Don’t you dare, you fuckin’ bitch!”

Inuyasha ducked out from behind Kagome, his fist grabbing the back of Ryan’s shirt and lifting him into the air, Ryan’s legs kicking frantically as he tried to escape. Before Kagome could move out of the way, his steel capped boot caught her on the chin. She dropped like a stone, crumpling to the floor in a heap.

“Fuck, Kagome!”

Inuyasha swung Ryan out of the way and dropped him none too gently, all his focus on the small woman laying prone on the slightly grubby linoleum floor, still out for the count. He could hear a scuffle behind him as the man in the suit and a few other observers struggled to keep Ryan contained, but he no longer cared about him. He knelt down close to her, gently stroking the glossy dark hair back from her face.

“Kagome, can you hear me?”

Inuyasha shook Kagome’s shoulder gently, trying to rouse her, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Inuyasha?” she said groggily, her arm tightening around the box, a wobbly smile on her face. “I got your doll.”

❤

It took a while to sort everything out. An ambulance was called, and the police. The police took statements from Inuyasha, Kagome and the man in the suit, Miroku. Ryan was fired on the spot, and Jak was positively gleeful, despite the mountain of paperwork he’d have to fill out before he went home that evening. When the paramedic suggested that Kagome should go to the hospital to be checked for possible concussion, Inuyasha had immediately said he’d like to go with her, if that was alright with Kagome, and after a few polite remarks about it not being necessary, she’d gratefully accepted. Jak had positively pushed them into the ambulance together, waving them off with a bright smile. It was the most exciting evening shift he’d had in years.

❤

“You don’t have to stay you know. I’ll be fine, I’ll just get an Uber home.”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, leaning back against the wall, his arm resting on the edge of Kagome's hospital bed.

“For the tenth time woman, I don’t mind. I want to be here when the doctor examines you to make sure you’re okay. And then I wanna make sure you get home safe.” He sighed as he looked at the dark purpling bruise on Kagome’s chin. “I’m just sorry I didn’t throw that fucker down to the end of the aisle when I had the chance.”

“But it’s so late! It’s almost 2am, and you have the party to go to tomorrow. Today I mean.”

“Eh, that’s hours away. She won’t mind if I’m a little late, Rin’s a nice kid. And now I have the perfect present, thanks to you.”

Kagome was quiet for a while. The silence grew to feel uncomfortable, because Inuyasha could sense how tense Kagome suddenly was.

“Inuyasha… I want to explain. About what Ryan said to me.”

“Hmm?” He could smell nervousness again, billowing around her like a cloud, and he didn’t like it. “Doesn’t matter, none of my business.”

“But I want to”, she said, her voice taking on a stubborn edge.

“Fine, I’ll listen. But nothin’ you can say will change my good opinion of you. You stepped up for me back there Kagome, and that don’t happen for me much. I will always remember that.”

Kagome reached out her hand to lightly grasp the clawed one sitting next to her on the bed, and squeezed it.

“Thank you.”

He squeezed back.

“You’re welcome.”

“Anyway”, she sighed. “About what Ryan said. I started working at that department store when I was still in high school, as a weekend job. And there was this training manager, a kitsune. He’d come around every so often, and all the girls thought he was really good looking. He had a little green sports car; a lot of the other girls thought was really important. They all were flirting with him, and then he asked me out. I was so surprised. I mean, me! I’m nothing special! He was so stylish, and so charming. I really thought…” Kagome laughed but it had no humour in it, and Inuyasha squeezed her hand again. She shrugged, her shoulders coming up around her ears as her face turned away from him.

“I was so stupid! It turned out I was right about being nothing special, because he was going out with a couple of girls at every store that he visited.” She flinched a little at Inuyasha’s low growl of disapproval. “There were around ten of us. And because a couple of us were under aged, he was charged. Lost his job. Ryan found out about it a few months ago and thought-“

“Don’t say it”, said Inuyasha gruffly, squeezing her hand again. “Don’t matter what he thought. It’s in the past. And the Kagome I saw tonight was amazing.”

“No I wasn’t!” Kagome shook her head, then winced as her head throbbed, realising that was a bad idea. “I was so scared Inuyasha! I’ve never been able to stand up to him before. But I couldn’t stand the thought of him being mean to you!”

“Then you’re even braver than I thought.” Inuyasha entwined his fingers with hers, and cleared his throat. “Kagome, I know you don’t know me. But I think I’d like to get to know you. Could I call you? Maybe we could go out for coffee or somethin’? I mean you don’t gotta answer, and if you don’t wanna, I totally understand, I mean-“

“Yes.” Kagome giggled at the wide toothy grin on Inuyasha’s face. “Give me your phone and I’ll put my number in.”

“Wait. Maybe you should see what all’a me looks like before you say yes.”

Inuyasha tugged off his beanie, revealing the pointed white dog ears on top of his head. “If you wanna change your mind, I-“

“They’re so cute!” squeaked Kagome. “Please give me your phone!”

❤

Kagome woke up the next morning very late, so late that it was no longer morning at all.

It had been 3am by the time Inuyasha had dropped her home with a bag of painkillers and the Doctor’s instructions for treating her mild concussion. He’d helped her into bed, placed her medicine and a glass of water next to the bed for her, kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered goodnight, closing the door behind him.

She rubbed her cheek gently at the memory of that small kiss, a smile on her face. She still had a headache, so she took two of the tablets, then reached for her phone on the bedside table where it had been charging.

There were two messages.

The birthday girl loves her present! Attached was a picture of a smiling Inuyasha kneeling with his arm around a little girl in a checked orange party dress and sparkly sandals, her dark hair up in pig tails. A wide excited grin split her face, revealing the gap of a missing front tooth. The doll was clutched tightly in her hand, and she was wearing the necklace that came with it.

I told Rin how brave you were, and she wanted you to have some birthday cake. Can I bring some over when you wake up? 🍰

Kagome smiled almost as wide as Rin, despite her headache.

I’d love you to ❤

#inukag week #inukag week 2021 #battle couple #all the fluff #it's now 3am and I'm a tired tired Mama Bear #but at least I got one prompt in on time

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kissme-hs · 4 years ago

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oooOoOoOooo a chris evans request where him and th reader have a date night

I know I said I won’t be writing today but I couldn’t fight the urge to write for you lovelies! Anyways how’re my boos doing?!

Let me know what you think!

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Chris

Warnings: parenting, breast feeding and lots of fluff.

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Being new parents to your wonderful new daughter has been nothing but a blessing. She was an absolute angel and a sweet devil in disguise whenever she woke you couple up in the middle of the night. There were times where she just wanted to play and sometimes we’ll most of the time it’s cause she got hungry making Chris bring her tiny body to your sleeping self, he never felt more guiltier of waking someone who just wanted to rest after a tiring day of stepping into the world of parenting.

“Sweetheart?”

“Honey wake up, doll won’t stop crying. I think she’s hungry.” He’d whisper rubbing your head as he sits beside your sleeping figure. After a few seconds of hearing her loud screech you sit up taking her from her dad’s embrace you’d place her on your lap. Eyes still closed licit if the t-shirt you’d bring the infant closer to your nipple to which she’d instantly latch.

“I’m sorry. She won’t stop crying. I hate waking you up” Chris whispered placing a small kiss on your head and then baby’s as you rest it on his shoulder cuddling to him.

“It’s okay. I love you”

“I love you too”

No doubt taking caring of a new born turned out to be much difficult than you both expected. It was nothing like taking care of two pups that you had in the house. There were times when you just stood in the kitchen crying—feeling disgusted with yourself. With post pregnancy weight, hormonal changes, stress of being a good parent, clothes that always smelled like milk puke was just too much.

Chris on the other hand was trying his best to help you in the best way possible but at the end of the day he’s the dad and you’re the mom. He even took a little break from cinema to focus on his two girls as he didn’t want to waste any single second he could spend with her. But seeing you tired and stressed out broke his heart. He just wanted his lady back. You gave him the most precious gift of the world and all he wanted to do was show you gratitude and how much he loved you.

So when he asked if Lisa could baby sit your little angel for a few hours just so that he can set you up a little date and make you feel appreciated, the generous woman said yes within a heartbeat. She was more than delighted to spend quality time with her latest grandchild and was much proud of her son being a true gentleman.

“Okay so make sure her milk isn’t too warm, and if she starts crying or fussing just call us. We don’t want to bother you much” you said rubbing the back of the head of the baby that nestled in the arms of her grandma.

“Hey it’s okay darling. I know my way with kids. How do you think this fella grew up.” She laughed making you chuckle as she brought your forehead down to her lips pecking the soft skin like a mother she is.

“It’s okay honey. Mom is pretty trustable around kids.” Chris snickered kissing his mother’s cheek and then your daughter’s nose as you did the same.

“Bye mumma’s baby. I love you” you whispered before away.

“Daddy loves you too angel, don’t be bother granny much” he said before Lisa turned around as settle the little one in the baby’s seat. You both stayed outside until she drove away and wasn’t to be seen.

“Now it’s time for our date I suppose my lady” Chris said cheekily offering you his arm as you giggled before liking it with him. Leading you to the table he was trying to set the whole evening made you gasp. It all looked so adorable. The lights were off. There were rose petals everywhere which indeed were going to be a lot to clean and the table was set up with a candle and two plates of your favourite meal chris prepared himself.

Before Lisa arrived he told you to spend time with your daughter and take a bath knowing you would be a little emotional being away for the first time from your child even it was only for a mere hours.

“This is all so perfect honey.” You smiled taking his face between your hands and giving his lips a warm rather long kiss before Chris walks over to the chair and pulls you out for you. Happily you get seated with Chris joining you in the opposite direction.

He pours you both a glass of orange juice knowing you breast feed your little girl and can’t really have alcohol. Raising the glass in the air for a little toast he says ever so deeply admiring your face which is glowing with the new motherhood and the illuminating candle lifts up your beauty even more.

“To our daughter.”

After you guys finish up with the dinner which was not to mention all finger licking good, Chris offered it you would like to dance and how could you say no. He turned on the old vinyl record as you both swayed your bodies to the soft playing music. His hands in yours and your head on his chest making your inner self calm listening to the beat of it. The moment was perfect. You wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“Baby, I just wanted to say I cannot thank you enough. I cannot thank you enough for making me the happiest man alive, for blessing me with the most precious gift a man could ever have. For making me a husband and a father. For giving me the love I always desired. Just promise me you won’t ever leave me”

Chris whispered with eyes full of love and a hint of fear making you pull away to look up at him. The man looked like he’s never seen something more beautiful in his entire life than the woman swaying with him. He looked at you as if you put starts in his sky which you did. And there was no lie in what he said.

Ever since Chris found you he’s been nothing but a happy man. His life became full. The purpose was like completed, and the second his daughter came into this world, he felt the urge the protect you both from the cruelty with whatever he could. He swore to his life that day never to let anyone touch you or hurt either of you in any sort of way. He now didn’t have only one but two women in his life for whom he would die for with a smile on his face.

“I love you too sweetie. I could have never been prouder of you and thankful to you for what you do for our munchkin and I. You may seem tough but I’ve seen you cry at night holding our daughter because of how much you love and her and don’t want her to grow up. But remember Chris, no matter what she and I are always there for you. We’re your family and we’re never ever leaving you. You’ve no idea how much she and I love you baby. We love you so much”

You said looking at him cupping his cheek with your hand. It’s not like Chris wasn’t aware of the fact that you loved him, oh he would never doubt your love for him. He just sometimes needed reassurance, and there’s no way you would deny to assure him your love for him. He deserved to know the feelings you have.

“I love you so much.” He whispered dropping his head on your, voice laced with utter affection and warmth. Lips tilted up in a shy smile and eyes dropping to your lips before looking at your eyes. Making the move you leaned forward before catching his with yours. Desperate and needy he wasted no second moving his lips against yours gently.

“I love your too sweet angel” you mumbled against his plumped soft pair of lips before continuing your dance of love.

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your-denki-kun · 4 years ago

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Single?

Katsuki x Femal!Reader

What: fluff, aged up characters, children, mentioning of other ships, MANGA SPOILERS

Word count: 4.4K

~3rd person pov.~

How Katsuki is single is still the biggest mystery to the world. His friends try hooking him up with people, setting him up on blind dates with men and women. He always just takes the food and leaves however. His friends are starting to give up on getting him a partner. All they're doing is breaking peoples hearts.

''Why won't Bakubro just date someone?'' Eijirou whines.

''I don't know man, I wish I did.'' Hanta groans.

''Well, there must be someone out there, right?'' Denki asks.

''You would think so.'' Kyouka mumbles.

''The fuck are you fuckers talking about?!'' Katsuki's voice barks from behind them.

All their heads snap back as they see a glaring katsuki looking down on them as they're all sitting on the couch in the canteen. All of them try to say something, but all that comes out are jumbled up words as Denki and Eijirou make weird hand movements. Katsuki grumbles and walks away from them, not really being in the mood.

Kamuko had kept him up a lot last night. He would have let you deal with her, but you are so tired lately and Katsuki just wanted you to sleep. You're his fiance and Kamuko is your daughter. You don't want to go public about your relationship with him just yet, so he keeps it hidden. You're his childhood friend and you two have always been inseparable, so it was no surprise you two started dating and got engaged.

Katsuki makes himself some coffee and chugs it down fast. He throws away the paper cup and walks out of the canteen again, his old classmates and friends still trying to explain what they were talking about. Katsuki knows damn well they were talking about his love life, that's all they seem to talk about.

He curses under his breath and walks into his office. He drops his gauntlets on the black leather couch and walks over to his dark wooden desk. He sits down on his black leather swivel chair and grabs a file, opening it and starts reading the content. It's a report on a mission done two days ago.

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Katsuki closes his locker as he puts on his coat. He can't wait to go home and cuddle up with you on the couch. If he's lucky Kamuko will still be up and he'll be able to play a bit with her as well. He walks out of the changing room and to the exit of his agency. He spots Eijirou standing there with an awkward smile on his face and grumbles.

''Hey Bakubro.'' Eijirou says as he walks over to Katsuki.

''What?'' Katsuki snaps.

''Why have you been abandoning the blind dates we set up?'' Eijirou asks as he follows Katsuki out of the agency.

Katsuki has his hands stuffed deep into his pockets as his shoulders are hunched forward and his steps are heavy. He glares at Eijirou from the corner of his eyes to see the redhead walking with his shoulders pushed back, hands beside him and a smile on his face as his footsteps are light. Katsuki sighs as he looks forward again.

''Don't want a fucking date asshead.''

''But why not? I'm dating Denki, Mina is dating Hanta and Jirou is dating Momo. You're the only one who isn't dating. Don't you get lonely?''

''No.''

''Come on man. Just one date. That's all we ask. At least talk a bit to the person before walking off with the food again. After that we'll stop.'' Eijirou begs.

''No.''

''Well, to bad. We're doing it anyway. If you don't go we will never stop, just so you know!'' Eijirou says as he jogs off and waves.

Katsuki sighs as he keeps walking home. Slowly his house comes into view. It's a white, two story mansion with a big front yard and a huge back yard with a play ground. It has five bedrooms and three and a half bathroom. It has an open floorplan and is recently renovated. He walks up to the front door and opens it, softly walking inside.

He takes off his coat and shoes, puts his keys in the basket and walks into the living room. The TV is playing some random serie while you're sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you as you're watching the show. Katsuki smiles and walks over, going to stand behind the couch and wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he plants a kiss on your head.

''I'm home, Princess.'' He whispers as he buries his face in your hair.

''Welcome back, Suki. Kamuko is already asleep, she couldn't stay awake anymore, sorry.'' You say as you place your hands on his arms.

''Is fine.''

You smile at the sleepy undertone of his voice. After a few seconds he lets go of you and walks around the couch, laying down on it with his head resting on your lap. He closes his eyes as he gets comfortable. You smile down at him and bring your hand up to gently pull your fingers through his hair, making sure your nails scratch his scalp slightly.

''They were at it again, huh?'' You whisper.

''Yeah.'' He mumbles as he snuggles closer.

''It's okay, Suki. When we're married you'll announce me to the whole wide world.'' You whisper as you kiss the side of his head.

''Fuck yes I will. No one will look at you with those stupid lust eyes anymore.'' He mumbles, words slightly slurring.

''I'm all yours, Baby. No other man has my intrest, only you.''

''Fucking right you're all mine.'' He mumbles as he turns over and buries his face into your abdomen.

''You tired?'' You whisper into his hair, fingers still playing with his hair.

''Mmm.''

''Lets go up then. I can't carry you.'' You giggle.

''Mmm.'' He groans, snuggling up closer.

''Suki!'' You giggle. ''You can carry me upstairs and hug me all you want.'' You bribe.

''Fine.'' He grumbles as he sits up.

He gets off the couch and picks you up bridal style. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and rest your head against his chest, feeling his muscles move when he moves as well. Katsuki smiles down at you and holds you closer as he walks into the bed room you two share. He carries you to the bed and lays you down.

He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before walking over to the closet. He opens it and takes out some grey sweatpants. You watch him silentle as he strips to his boxers. He puts on the sweats and walks over to you with a smirk. You stare at his abs and well trained body as he crawls into bed beside you and wraps his arms around you.

He lays on his back as you tangle your legs with his and wrap your arm around his waist, resting your head on his chest as his arms are wrapped securely around you. You smile as you close your eyes. Katsuki plants a kiss on the top of your head as he holds you closer and also closes his eyes.

''Good night, Princess.'' He mumbles sleepily.

''Good night, Suki.''

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Three days later is the day he has his stupid blind date with a random person. You helped him get ready and reassured him it's fine. He's wearing black dress pants with a white blouse, the top two buttons open. On his feet he has fancy black shoes. He's also wearing his leather jacket. You wave him off with Kamuko in your arms.

As he arrives at the restaurant he spots a random chick sitting at a table. She's wearing a red dress that's revealing and tight fitting. Her blond hair curled up and a few strands pinned to the back of her head. She's wearing a lot of makeup, showing how vain she is. Katsuki groans to himself as he walks over and sits down, placing his jacket over the back of his chair.

''Hey.'' He grumbles, already hating this.

''Hey~.'' The woman flirts as she leans over the table.

''I'm going to make this very fucking clear. I ain't looking for a fucking partner. The only fucking reason I'm here is to get those shitty extra's off my fucking back. So shut it and fucking eat.'' Katsuki growls as he waves over a waiter.

''No need to be rude~.''

''Some beer and katsudon. Give this bitch a salade and water.'' Katsuki tells the waiter.

''Coming right up.'' The waiter says before walking off.

As Katsuki waits for the food the woman keeps attempting to hit on him. Katsuki ignores her however and pulls out his phone, looking through the news. As the food arrives he eats his food fast, slams some money on the table and leaves. His footsteps are heavy as he walks home, cursing under his breath all the way home.

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When he arrives home he slams the door shut and kicks off his shoes and hangs up his coat, a scowl present on his face as he keeps grumbling curses under his breath. You walk over to him wearing one of his shirts and some shorts. A sleeping Kamuko is in your arms as you walk over to him.

Katsuki releases a breath and takes his one-year-old daughter from you, cradling her in his arms as he gently rocks her. You just watch him as he slowly calms down. You and Kamuko always have that effect on him. You go to stand beside him and lean against his side, looking at the peacefully sleeping Kamuko as she holds Katsuki's shirt.

''That bad, huh?'' You whisper.

''She wouldn't shut up. Kept flirting with me no matter what I fucking said.'' Katsuki grumbles as he places a kiss on your forehead.

''Well, you're home now and if the others keep their promise this will be the last one.'' You smile as you give him a quick kiss on the lips.

''Thank god.''

''Come, lets put her to bed.'' You smile as you start walking up to Kamuko's room.

Katsuki smiles and follows after you. You open the door to the room with soft pink walls, stuffed animals, dolls and other toys everywhere and a white crib. Katsuki places Kamuko in her crib and tucks her in, kissing her head. You also give Kamuko a kiss and lean against Katsuki's chest as he wraps his arms around you torso, resting his head on yours.

''I love you (y/n).'' He mumbles with closed eyes.

''I love you too Katsuki. Lets go to bed. You need to get up early tomorrow.'' You smile as you turn in his hold and rest your hands flat against his masculine chest.

''Hmm, good idea, Teddy bear.'' He whispers into your ear.

You flush as you bury your face in his chest. Katsuki chuckles as he lifts you up. You hug him koala style and bury your face in his neck. Katsuki carries you up to your room and places you on the bed before getting changed and brushing his teeth. Once he's done he walks over to you and crawls into bed beside you. he wraps his arms around you as you bury your face in his chest.

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Weeks go by and Katsuki's friends keep their promise. That makes Katsuki a lot less snappy and grumpy, which caused the two of you to have some fun. Right now you're looking down at a positive pregnancy test. Your eyes tear up as you smile brightly. You walk out of the bathroom and walk over to the napping Kamuko.

You pick her up and walk to the front door, putting on a coat and shoes. You grab your keys and walk outside, holding Kamuko close as the days are slowly getting colder. You start walking to Katsuki's agency as a few tears spill. He's at work and will be until late tonight. As you reach the agency you walk inside and start heading to the elevator.

''Excuse me, who are you and what is your business here?'' A security lady asks.

''Ah, I'm here for Katsuki Bakugou.'' You say, rubbing Kamuko's back as she slowly wakes up.

''He's in a meeting.''

''I see, I'll wait here for him then.'' You say as you walk over to a chair and sit down.

You place Kamuko on your lap and support her so she won't fall off seeing as she's still tired. Kamuko smiles at you as she babbles and moves her hands around, making funny faces. You just hum and ask her questions to keep the both of you entertained. From the corner of your eye you see the security lady call someone.

''Really? What did you do?'' You ask Kamuko and she responds with some more babbling.

You look up when you hear multiple footsteps walking down a hallway and voices happily talking with one another. You see Katsuki walking with some other people as they talk to him. You realize they are his friends and smile before looking back down at Kamuko as she babbles some more.

''Hmm, good job, Sweetie.'' You smile at her as she just continues.

The footsteps and voices come to a halt, causing you to look up. You see everyone look at you curiously as Katsuki stares at you wide-eyed. You smile and pick up Kamuko as you stand up. You start walking over to them, but the security lady stops you by grabbing your free arm. You look at the lady to see her looking at you angrily.

''Where do you think you're going?'' She asks.

''I told you before that I'm here for Katsuki Bakugou.'' You sigh.

''You're here for Bakubro?'' A cheery voice asks.

You look to the source of the voice and see Katsuki's friends and Katsuki staring at you confused.

''Yes.'' You simply state as you pull your arm from the womans grip.

''Why?'' A pink haired girl asks.

''I need to talk to him.'' You smile, glaring at the woman as you walk over to them.

''Oh? Why would a woman with a beautiful baby want to talk to our angry boom boom man?'' A blond asks.

''The fuck are you doing here?'' Katsuki finaly asks.

''Language. I came here to talk to you.'' You scold.

''Could have fucking called me.'' He grumbles, surprised you're here.

''Trust me, you would be mad if I told you over the phone. Can we talk in your office. Oh, and language!''

''Fine.'' Katsuki grumbles as he walks to the elevator.

You follow after him as Kamuko makes grabby hands towards him. You giggle and boop her nose. You and Katsuki silently wait for the elevator to arrive as you hear the others whisper behind you. When the elevator arrives you and Katsuki get in. As soon as the doors close he takes Kamuko from you and plants a kiss on her face before giving you a kiss.

''Why are you here, Princess?'' He asks softly.

''I'll tell you soon. A bit more patience Suki.'' You smile.

He grumbles softly. You take Kamuko from him before the doors open and follow Katsuki as he walks out of the elevator and towards his office. You three get a lot of strange looks while walking down the hall, but as soon as the people meet Katsuki's deathly glare they go back to work. You giggle softly at his behavior.

Katsuki opens the doors to his office and holds it open for you. You smile and walk into the office, Katsuki walking in after and closing the doors. You walk over to his desk and fish the pregnancy test out of your pocket and place it on his desk before turning to Katsuki and smiling brightly at him.

He walks over to the desk confused and picks up the stick. His eyes widen as he realizes what he's holding and what it says. He places it down on the desk again and turns to you with glazed over eyes and a questioning look, as if asking if it’s true. You place kamuko on a chair beside you and nod as you give Katsuki a hug.

''Yes Suki, I'm pregnant again.'' You whisper.

Katsuki holds you tight and spins you around. You giggle fondly as Katsuki showers your face in kisses.

''Fuck, I love you.'' He says softly as he places you down.

''I know, we'll have two little people to prove that.'' You smile.

''Fuck, I'm going to be a dad again. God, glad you came here. Gimmie kiss.''

You smile and place your lips on his. Your lips move in sync as Katsuki holds your waist. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and go to stand on your tippy toes. Katsuki licks your bottom lip, asking for permission. You part your lips and let his tongue enter. The two of you only break apart when you hear Kamuko giggling and babbling once again.

You giggle as you rest your head against Katsuki's chest and look at her. Your arms move to his waist as Katsuki rests his head on yours and also looks at Kamuko. She just babbles as she makes grabby hands towards you and Katsuki. You and Katsuki softly laugh as you break the hug and he goes to pick her up.

''You're going to be a big sister, Short stack.'' Katsuki smiles.

Kamuko babbles in reply.

''That's right baby. You're going to be a big sister.'' You smile as you kiss the side of her head.

''Now we have to wait longer to marry.'' Katsuki mumbles in a sad manner.

''Don't worry Suki. We can marry in a year. Our little Kamuko can be the prettiest brides maid ever and our new member can be there too.'' You smile as you place a hand on your stomach.

''Fuck, I really fucking love you. You know that, right?'' Katsuki whispers.

''Hmm, I do. Same here Suki, same here.'' You smile as you take his free hand and take it in yours.

The moment gets ruined by a knock on the door. You snatch the pregnancy test from the desk and put it in your pocket as you take Kamuko from Katsuki and speed walk over to the couch, sitting down as Katsuki moves to lean against his desk, looking at the big wooden doors. You nod at him as he takes a deep breath.

''Come in.'' He calls.

The door opens and a total of ten people walk in. You recognize one of them, Izuku, your other child hood friend. For the rest there is a purple haired girl, a red haired guy, a blond guy with a black lightning bolt, a black haired guy, a half white half white haired guy, a blue haired guy, a pink haired girl, a brown haired girl and a green haired girl. Izuku spots you and his eyes widen.

''(y/n)?'' He asks surprised.

''Hey Izu.'' You smile as you wave at him.

''Why the fuck are you guys here?!'' Katsuki barks.

''We'll have a mission soon, Bakugou. We came to talk it through.'' The half half guy says in a monotone voice.

''Can't you fucking see I'm busy?''

''We tried telling them you had someone over, but they wouldn't believe us.'' The black haired guy says.

''Kacchan never has people over, but now I understand. (y/n) would be the only possible person.'' Izuku mutters.

you get up and walk to Katsuki. he looks at you with a raised eye brow.

''I'll be going now, Bakugou.'' You say as you bow.

''Whatever.'' He grumbles.

''Kacchan? (y/n)? Did something happen between the two of you?'' Izuku asks.

''No Izu. Nothing happened.'' You smile at Izuku.

''Then why did you call him by his last name?'' Izuku asks as he takes a step forward.

''What do you mean Midbro?'' The redhead asks.

''(y/n) is our childhood friend as well. She always calls him by his front name or her nickname for him.'' Izuku explains as he turns to the others.

''I'll go Suki, Kamuko needs to be fed soon.'' You whisper to Katsuki.

''Yeah. See ya.'' He says, a ghost of a smile on his face.

You start walking to the group of people seeing as they are all standing in front of the open doors. They make way for you and follow you with their gaze as you walk off. Kamuko starts crying as she notices you're walking away from Katsuki. You try shushing her, but she starts trashing in your hold.

''Shh baby, you'll see daddy later.'' You whisper in her ear.

As she keeps crying Katsuki sighs and walks over to you and Kamuko. His friends and past classmates look at him worried and try stopping him, but Katsuki ignores them and walks over nonetheless. He takes Kamuko from your hold and slightly bounces her in his arms as he looks down at her. As soon as she realizes Katsuki is holding her she calms down.

''Well shit.'' He sighs.

''Sorry. She's not used to this. Here, I'll just take her home.'' You say, reaching out to take her.

''And let her cry again? Fuck no.'' Katsuki says as he turns away from you.

''Come on, we can't spoil her. She needs to learn. Let me take her so you can go back to work.'' You say, trying to take Kamuko from him.

''No.''

''Jesus Christ Katsuki. Give me Kamuko right now. You can hold her all you want when you come home.'' You grumble, getting annoyed with his behavior.

''No.''

''Katsuki Bakugou hand me my child.'' You say, placing your hands on your hip.

''No.''

Izuku and the redhead walk over as the others watch with pained expressions. The redhead places his hand on Katsuki's shoulder and shakes his head. Izuku just glances from one to another. You sigh and quickly snatch Kamuko out off Katsuki's hold while he's distracted. As soon as he feels her leave his arms his head snaps to you.

''Hand her over.'' He growls.

''No. She needs to go home. We can't spoil her and you know it. I know it hurts to hear her cry, but it will only be once or twice. If we spoil her she'll do it all the time.'' You explain with a sigh.

Katsuki looks at you with sad eyes. You know he hates to hear her cry. You do too, but you know you need to be strong. Katsuki is weak for her however, just like he's weak for you. You sigh and place your hand on his cheek. He nuzzles into your hand as he closes his eyes and releases a sigh before looking you in the eyes again.

''You're right. Now go before I change my fucking mind.'' He sighs as he takes a step back.

You smile and walk to the elevator, pushing the button and getting in as soon as the doors open. You look at everyone and wave as the doors close again. Katsuki sighs as his figure slumps. Everyone looks at Katsuki confused. He isn't a kid person, so why would he hold a random kid and refuse to let go. well, the kid is not random, but still.

''She's beautiful, Kacchan.'' Izuku smiles.

''Shut up, Deku.'' Katsuki grumbles.

''Ahe is though. How old is she? One? Two?'' Izuku asks with a big smile.

''One. Why the fuck do you want to know?'' Katsuki growls as he looks back at Izuku.

''We both know you know how I know. Auntie is bad at keeping her mouth closed to mom. I've known for a while now. Anyway, why was (y/n) here?'' Izuku beams.

''Fucking hag.'' Katsuki grumbles.

''What is going on?'' Denki asks.

''Nothing that fucking concerns you.'' Katsuki growls.

''Midobro?''

''It’s up to Kacchan to tell you guys. Anyway, we came for business.''

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After the long meeting and some patrolling Katsuki walks home. His steps are slow and his feet slightly drag as his head hangs low and his hands are shoved deep into his pockets. As he reaches the house he walks inside and lays down on the couch after taking off his shoes and coat, his head resting on your lap. He buries his face into your abdomen gently and gives it a kiss.

''Welcome back, Suki.''

''Mmm.'' He mumbles simply as he hugs you.

''Yeah, yeah. I know. It's too early to hear or feel anything though. Be patient.''

''Love you.''

''Love you too.''

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You and Katsuki married two weeks ago. It was small, but you both loved it. Kamuko was the brides maid while Kane was dressed in a little suite. Right now you are carrying Kane in your arm as Kamuko walks beside you and your free hand holds Katsuki. This is the day you'll make it known to the public. Katsuki will be named number two hero.

''I'll be in the audience.'' You smile as you kiss his cheek and take Kamuko's hand in yours as you walk off.

''Yeah.''

You go to stand in front of the crowed, looking up at the podium as Kamuko holds your hand tight and looks up with stars in her eyes, Kane just looks around amazed. His four month old brain can't really register what's going on. After a bit Presen Mic walks onto stage, announcing the basics and who is who. Izuku is number one, Katsuki number two, Kirishima number five and Todoroki number three. Now they're answering questions.

''Dynamight! Are you really single?!'' A lady asks.

''No. I'm happily married.'' Katsuki smirks as he glances at you.

The crowed erupts into chatter, freaking Kane out and causing him to cry. You let go of Kamuko's hand and start shushing him, it doesn't help however since there is still a lot of noise. Katsuki gets up and walks over to the front of the stage and to you. He reaches for Kane and picks him up, holding him close and bouncing him.

You smile at him and pick up Kamuko, setting her onto the stage as well before climbing onto it yourself. Katsuki smirks as you stand beside him, holding Kamuko's hand and softly whispering to Kane as Katsuki bounces him and glares at the crowed. The crowed quietens down and looks at it wide-eyed.

''Damn annoying extra's.'' He grumbles as he rubs Kane's back.

''It’s okay, Suki.'' You whisper as Kane calms down and slowly falls asleep.

''They're too damn noisy.''

''It's fine, Suki. Kane needs to get used to it eventually.'' You smile as you kiss his cheek.

''I know.'' Katsuki mumbles.

''IS SHE YOUR WIFE?!?!'' Multiple reporters yell at once.

''Yes, now shut the fuck up before you wake up Kane again!''

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