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Lemonade - Part 4 ~ new content~

leah williamson x alessia russo x child!reader

Summary: When something bad happens to your Mummy and Daddy, you end up living with your Aunty Lessi and Aunty Leah. But is there room for you considering they have a new baby on the way?

Chapter Summary: It's game day, but first you need to ask a few important questions

Warnings: pregnancy, panic attack

a/n: This is the first 'new' chapter (as in hasn't been previously posted), so I'm very nervous about posting this. Fingers crossed you all enjoy it.

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 ||

PART 4

It’s quiet in the car on the way to the training centre, the low hum of the radio the only noise. Your brain however hasn’t stopped running wild with thoughts ever since school the other day. You’d tried to find the answers to your questions in books, but Mr Webster the librarian had told you they were too grown up for you to be reading without an adult.

Rubbing the soft fur of Arthur's ear against your cheek, you slowly mustered up the courage to ask your Aunties the questions you’d been dying to know the answers to.

“Aunty Lessi, Aunty Leah… C-can I ask a… a question? About the b-baby?”

You could see Aunty Leah smile through the reflection in the rearview mirror as your Aunty Lessi turned around in the passenger seat to look at you.

“Of course you can, Bun. You can always ask us anything.”

You let out a sigh of relief, before taking in a deep breath and beginning your line of questioning.

“Okay, so all the books I’ve ever read and the movies I’ve seen, there’s a Mummy and a Daddy, and well, my Mummy said that babies happen when a Mummy and a Daddy love each other very much. But I also heard at school that there’s something to do with birds and bees, but I don’t really know how that works. So, because there’s no Daddy here, did you have to get something from birds and bees, like feathers and honey or something to make a magic potion to make the baby? Oh and, and, and also, where does booby milk come from? Like I know the baby is in your tummy Aunty Leah, so you will have booby milk, but will you also have booby milk, Aunty Lessi? And is it just like the same milk you buy at the shops? Like what we use on our cereal or is it different? And is that different to the milk bunnies make? And how do bunnies make babies? And h-”

“Alright, alright let’s answer one question at a time, yeah?” Aunty Lessi cut your questions off with a chuckle.

You took another deep breath and nodded, rubbing Arthur’s ear across your cheek, relieved to have finally gotten those questions out.

“Okay, so, you’re right. Generally, but not always, babies happen when two people love each other very much. It doesn’t have to be a Mummy and a Daddy, though, it’s just that that is what tends to happen a bit more often. But these days there’s more and more families that have two Mummies or two Daddies or a completely different type of family structure all together. The science of it all is a bit more complex, but I promise you…” Aunty Leah caught your eye in the rear-view mirror with a mischievous glint “…there are no magic bird feathers or honey potions involved.” You giggled at her as she winked at you in the mirror.

“Yeah Bun, every family’s story is a bit different, but for us, your Aunty Leah and I went to the doctors and asked them for help in making us a baby. Some families can make their babies at home, like your Mummy and Daddy made you at home, but lots of families need some help from their doctors” Aunty Lessi explained.

“So, you went to the doctors, and they put a tiny little baby in Aunty Leah?”

“Basically, yeah” she confirmed.

“But why Aunty Leah, why not you?” you wondered.

“You know how Aunty Leah hurt her leg?” Aunty Lessi asked.

You nodded. Your Daddy had told you all about how it was really sad because she was meant to go play in the World Cup thing in Brazil with Aunty Lessi, and she was captain of the England team, but she couldn’t play because of her injury. And he had said that she had hurt her other leg the exact same way just before the last big World Cup thing and wasn’t able to play in that either. You were only 4 back then, but you kind of remember watching your Aunty Lessi play in those games on the TV. And you remember her bringing home a shiny silver medal but being pretty sad about it. Your Aunty Leah wasn’t your Aunty yet back then though, so you didn’t know about her leg the first time around.

“Well, I decided that if I wasn’t going to be able to go play at the World Cup again, then I wanted to do something really, really meaningful with my time away from football. I’ve always wanted to start a family, but it’s super difficult with football to fit it all in with our schedules. But I knew that I would be away from the pitch for at least another 9 months, so, I asked Aunty Lessi if we could have a baby. Try and make the best out of a bad situation” Aunty Leah explained, a sad looking smile on her face.

“Oh, that makes sense, I guess. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, right?” you replied, repeating the phrase your Daddy had taught you.

There was a short silence before your Aunties burst into an absolute fit of laughter, tears falling from their eyes as they tried time and time again to unsuccessfully stop their hysterics.

You didn’t know what was so funny about what you said. Did you use the phrase wrong? It was one your Daddy used all the time. You’d thought it was a little bit silly at first too, but it definitely wasn’t laugh so hard you cry kind of funny. But what if you’d used it totally wrong and they were laughing at you like the kids in school laughed at you when they thought you were uncool?

Loser. Loser. Loser

“S-sorry Bun, we’re not l-laughing at you, we promise,” your Aunty Leah muffled through her laughter.

“It’s… it’s just that, when Aunty Leah first talked to me about having a baby, she used that exact phrase, and I made her swear on her life that she would never, ever refer to our future child as lemonade ever again!” Aunty Lessi giggled.

You gasped, immediately terrified that you’d insulted your Aunty Lessi, mistakenly making fun of her unborn baby. “Oh, I’m so, so sorry Aunty Lessi, I didn’t mean to be rude! I really didn’t-”

“No, no Bunny, it’s okay. Because after that, pretty much everyone we told that Aunty Leah was pregnant and they realised the timeline with her knee said the exact same thing – when life gives you lemons, make lemonade!”

“And while Aunty Lessi was adamant at first that we couldn’t refer to the baby as Lemonade, well… we now sometimes do call them our little Lemonade. It’s become an affectionate nickname of sorts,” Aunty Leah assured you.

“Really?” you asked, still terrified that you’d upset them.

“Yeah. I guess we just weren’t expecting to hear that saying from you, so it caught us off guard a bit. Sorry, we got a bit carried away.” Aunty Lessi promised you, reaching her hand back to take yours, her gesture both reassuring and comforting you.

“So, you call the baby Lemonade?” You asked after a short silence. They both nodded with a giggle. “Can I call the baby Lemonade?” They both laughed again

“Okay, but only when it’s just us, alright? We don’t want the team or anyone else catching on. It’s our little secret. And once they’re born, we’ll call them by their real name,” Aunty Lessi bargained with you.

“Deal!”

There was a short silence as the excitement of the revelation settled. You suddenly realised all your questions hadn’t been answered. “Okay, but what about the booby milk?”

Your Aunty Leah laughed before replying, “Only I will make that, and it’s just for the baby. We won’t be putting it on cereal. It’s got special nutrients in it that are just right for the baby because they can’t eat or drink anything else for the first several months. Only the Mummy who is pregnant makes milk.”

“But what if the baby is hungry but you’re at the shops or something? How does Aunty Lessi feed them?” you asked.

“Well, I can do what is called pumping, which is basically using a machine to squeeze the milk out of my boobies so that we can store it for when I’m not around, or just so Aunty Lessi can feed the baby even if I am here. You can even feed them if you want to”

“I can? Really?” The thought of helping feed the baby, helping feed Lemonade, made you feel a strange, but nice, sense of warm and tingly. You didn’t know what the feeling was, but it made you want to sing and fly and twirl.

“Yeah. It might take a little while for them to get used to using a bottle, but once they’re used to it, you can definitely have a turn feeding them,” Aunty Lessi told you.

“So, it’s different to our cereal milk then?” you questioned.

“Yes, that’s cow’s milk. Or some people use oat milk or goat milk or soy mi-”

“What about bunny milk?” you interrupted.

“I’ve never heard of humans drinking bunny milk, I think only baby bunnies drink that.” Aunty Lessi laughed at your question. You weren’t too sure why. If people drank cow’s milk and goat’s milk, why not bunny milk?

“And how do bunnies make babies? Is it the same as people? They just love each other?” you enquired.

“Well, there’s a little bit more to it than that for both people and bunnies. But it’s a bit complicated and I think we would be better off explaining it with the help of some books from the library. How about we pick some out the next time we’re there, yeah? We could maybe go on Tuesday after school,” Aunty Leah suggested.

“I like the sound of that” you agreed.

“I thought you might.”

As the car parked at the training ground, you looked out the window to see people dressed in red everywhere. There was a large bus waiting out the front of the building, and a big brown dog with soft looking ears lying on the ground in front of the bus door.

You loved dogs. You loved all animals really. You connected with them far quicker, easier and deeper than you seemed to connect to humans, especially those your age. You’d never been able to get a pet because your Daddy was allergic to lots of different kinds of fur, but whenever you got the chance to meet a dog or a cat or a bird or a lizard or a fish or turtle or a guinea pig or a horse or a BUNNY… you jumped at the opportunity.

As Aunty Lessi opened your door and helped you out of your car seat, your eyes stayed glued to the big brown dog the whole time.

“Alright Bunny, we just have to sign in, get our lanyards and th-” Aunt Leah began explaining.

“Can I pat the dog?” you interrupted, simply unable to wait any longer.

Your Aunty Leah looked up from where she was pulling a bag out of the boot of the car and noticed where your gaze was fixated in the direction of the big soft looking brown dog.

“Oh yes, of course you can sweets. That’s Winnie. She’s our team dog. She’s really friendly.”

Not needing to be told twice, you ran towards the dog, dropping to your knees as you reached her. You carefully held your hand out to her as you’d been taught to do when meeting a new animal, and she gave you a good sniff before she sat up and rubbed her cheek against your hand.

“Hi Winnie, I’m Y/K, but everyone calls me Bunny, or Bun. It’s so nice to meet you.” You began scratching at the fur behind her ears, her head tilting as you hit what seemed to be a good spot. “You are such a pretty girl. And you are oh so soft and shiny.”

“I’m happy to see you’ve made a friend already, Bun.”

You looked up to see your Aunty Lessi smiling down at you as she crouched down to give Win a pat too.

“Does she come to all your games and practices and stuff?” you asked.

“Not all of them, but she hangs around the training centre a lot and she does come to some games. I believe she’s coming along to the Emirates with us today,” she replied.

“Really? Is she coming on the bus too? What kind of dog is she? Where does she go when the game is on? Does she sit in the stands? If she’s the team dog, then where does she live?” you asked.

“Well, she’s a chocolate labrador-” your Aunty Lessi began to explain.

“Ya got a new fan, Win?”

You whipped your head around to the source of the peculiar sounding voice as a lady with big eyelashes and a really pretty smile came walking towards you.

“Bunny, this is Katie” your Aunty Lessi stood to greet the new arrival.

“Hey there Bun, I’ve heard all about ya from yer Aunties!”

You didn’t really know how to reply. You had never been good at talking to new people, especially when you didn’t have a specific topic or task to talk to them about.

“Well, the girls and I heard yer big into reading, and wanted to learn a bit more about football, so we got ya a few books. Some of them are about football, some of them are just ones we liked when we were kids. I was never much of a reader, so I wouldn’t trust my recommendations, but there’s a few smarties in the team like you are, so those are the ones who we took the recommendations from.” She winked at you as she held a large glittery purple gift bag out towards you.

“Oh wow. Th-Thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t bring any presents for you or the others.”

Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.

“Nah, don’t be silly kid. This is a welcome to the team present from all the gals. I just hope there isn’t any double ups with ones you’ve already read. I’ve heard ya read loads of books!”

“I-I have. I love to read. Thank you for the present” your hands trembled slightly as you took the bag from her grasp, overwhelmed by her kindness.

“No worries kiddo. I hope you enjoy the game!” She winked at you again before heading onto bus.

Winnie nudged at your hip with her nose, saddened that you’d stopped your pats to collect your present. You looked between the bag in your hands and the dog, unsure of how to give both the attention they deserved.

“How about I pop the present in the car, and we can go through it tonight after the game? That way you’ve got something to look forward to at home, yeah?” Aunty Lessi suggested.

You nodded hastily, thankful for the suggestion. She collected the bag from your hands and you immediately turned your attention back to Win, giggling as she rolled onto her back for you to scratch her tummy.

Much too soon it was time to say bye to Winnie and get on the big bus. There was already lots of people bustling about amongst the seats as your Aunty Lessi guided you down the aisle toward two pairs of empty seats behind each other. Your Aunty Leah sat in the front seats and you and Aunty Lessi sat in the back two.

The bus ride to the stadium was… chaotic. Everyone on the team wanted to come meet you and say hi, but it’s rather overwhelming trying to learn all the new names and faces. At some point you caught your Aunty Leah not so subtly waving people away as you began to curl against the window and rub Arthur’s ear softly across your cheek. You’d reached forward and squeezed her hand through the gap in the seats in a silent thank you.

You do specifically remember one player you met named Lia, because she has the same name as your Aunty, but apparently, it’s spelt differently. She said she helped pick out some of the books in your present and that she’d love to go to the library with you some time. When you asked your Aunty Leah if that would be okay, she had said “Absolutely!”

There was also another kid on the bus; a little boy running up and down the aisle with light up sneakers and a jersey with the number 19 on it. You couldn’t quite figure out who his adults were though, because everyone seemed to treat him like their own. He couldn’t be more than 2 or 3 years old you figured because he doesn’t seem to speak in full sentences and he still seemed a bit wobbly on his feet.

At one point in the bus trip, he got upset over something and began crying and screaming for his Mummy. A lady with pretty blue eyes and her hair in a tight little bun scurried down the aisle to pick him up and cuddle him.

“Is he okay?” you asked your Aunty Lessi.

“Oh, I’m sure Jack will be just fine. I think he just took a little tumble. Caitlin will make sure he’s all better,” she reassured you.

If you had thought the bus trip was overwhelming, that was nothing compared to the stadium itself. As the bus drove in, there was a sea of people dressed in red and white that stretched on for as far as you could see.

You had watched your Aunties play before, both on television and in the stands, and you knew there were lots and lots of people who came to watch, but there was something different about seeing it from this perspective.

“It’s gunna be a bit loud once we park up and get out of the bus, alright Bun? And like we talked about, there’s gunna be lots of people all over the place. So make sure you keep your lanyard on and just hold tight to my hand until we get into the locker room, yeah?” Aunty Lessi reminded you.

“Can do, Aunty Lessi” you replied.

When the bus came to a stop, you gripped your Aunty Lessi’s hand tight. It was only a few steps, but the noise as you got off the bus and entered through the players entrance was entirely overwhelming. You couldn’t help but screw your face up as the screeches and squeals rattled and clawed at every bone in your body. You lifted your hands to cover your ears, but both were full – one with your Aunty Lessi’s hand, and the other clutched tight to Arthur.

Thankfully the cheering and squealing noise faded out pretty quickly as you moved through the underbelly of the stadium, making your way into the locker room. Your Aunty Lessi guided you over to a cubby that had your Aunty Leah’s name on it.

“I’ve got to go do pitch inspections and get dressed and ready for the game now. Will you be alright just hanging out here? Aunty Leah is just doing a quick interview, but she should be in shortly and I will be around, yeah?” she asked, handing you your backpack.

You nodded, quite happy to curl up into the little nook with Arthur and a book. You unzipped your bag and retrieved your book as well as the little purple blanket you’d stuffed in there, and bundled yourself up. But before you could start reading, your eyes drifted over all the different names on the back of the players shirts that hung in the other cubbies.

Fox, 2. Mead, 9. Walti (there was some funny dots above the A in her name, which you made a mental note to research when you next had your iPad), 13. Foord, 19. McCabe, 11.

Wait. McCabe. McCabe’s number was the one Aunty Leah had said you weren’t allowed to get printed on your jersey.

“The only rule is that you’re not allowed to pick McCabe’s number, because we will never hear the end of that, okay?”

They had all seemed really nice on the bus, but if Aunty Leah had made a rule, then there had to be a reason for it. Maybe McCabe was mean to your Aunties like the kids at school were to you?

When the players all shuffled in and placed their belongings in their cubbies, you were immediately confused to see the nice lady with big eyelashes who had given you the bag of books sit down in front of the McCabe jersey. You were even more confused when the little boy from the bus toddled up to her and asked “Ma! Ma! Kywa has sweeties. I has them too?”

“Ya already sweeties on the bus Jack. If ya have too many more, ya won’t be able to sit still enough to watch the game” she told him, crouching down to straighten out his red and white shirt.

The little boy’s head fell forward immediately, his bottom lip jutting out as he looked like he was about to cry. “But-but- Ma! I want the sweeties! I be good. Promise. I sit still.”

“Alright, but just one. You hear that Kyra, just one,” she shouted, making sure a cheeky looking player holding a bag of sweets heard her.

“Kywa, Ma said yes. I has sweeties!” the little boy cheered, running off toward who you figured must be Kyra’s direction. She scooped him up in her arms and gave him a high five before offering him the bag of sweets to choose from.

You really couldn’t wrap your head around how the McCabe you’d met and observed today could possibly be mean to your Aunties like the kids at school were to you. She seemed like a good ‘Ma’ and she had been really kind to you. There had to be another reason why your Aunty Leah wouldn’t let you get her number on your shirt.

As you sat and pondered, your Aunty Leah entered the locker room.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself all set up here, Bun,” she chuckled as she approached you, placing her bag in the shelf below where you sat. You nodded, squeezing Arthur tight.

“Okay, so normally for the game friends and family sit way up the top of the stadium in fancy seats, so that’s where like my Mum and cousins and stuff will be sitting. But because I can’t play at the moment because of the baby, we thought you might like to sit down behind the subs bench with me, so you don’t have to go sit with people you don’t know very well. Is that alright?” she asked.

You nodded immediately, terrified at the thought of having to sit with a bunch of people you didn’t really know. “Y-yes please. If that’s okay with your boss?”

“Of course it is. I double checked with all the big bosses and it’s totally fine. I do warn you that I can get a little bit… well… passionate about the game at times” she chuckled.

“Passionate? She’ll scream your bloody ear off!” a lady with blonde hair and blue eyes interjected. She’d introduced herself of the bus but you couldn’t quite remember her name. You think it started with a B? Belle? Bess?

“Oh, ignore her Bunny. I’ll be on my best behaviour. But I did bring you a pair of earmuffs just in case it’s a bit too loud in the stadium,” she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of sparkly purple ear defenders. There was a little cartoon bunny sticker on each of the ears.

You were in awe. They were so pretty and they had obviously been purchased specifically with you in mind. Wriggling out of your blanket burrow, you leaped toward your Aunty Leah, wishing a simple hug could show just how much these earmuffs meant to you.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

Thank angle was awkward due to her big baby belly, but you felt her nestle her nose against the top of your head and smile.

“Anything for you, babygirl.”

The game was intense. There was lots and lots and lots of people. Your Aunties team was versing a blue team called Chelsea, and from what you could tell, they seemed to be Arsenal’s archrivals.

The noise between the fans was beyond intense, and you were so overwhelmingly grateful for the earmuffs your Aunty Leah had given you. They didn’t block out everything, but they took the edge off the screeching sounds of horns and squealing cries of other young girls in the crowd.

During the game there were lots of attempts from both teams at kicking the ball into the back of the net, but none of them had been successful. Toward the end of the second half, the referee had pulled out several yellow cards from her shirt pocket – you weren’t quite sure what that meant, but you had made a mental note to research that. Your Aunty Leah had told you that each half went for 45 minutes but when the big clock hit 45:00 another lady on the sideline held up a board with the number 4 on it and play appeared to go on. It was all very confusing.

But then… then the blue team made some kind of mistake, and it seemed like Arsenal had heaps of room to themselves and out of nowhere your Aunty Lessi was flying down the pitch towards the goal with the ball at her feet.

Within moments she was smashing the ball passed the opposition’s goalkeeper and into the back of the net. Beside you, your Aunty Leah sprung to her feet, screaming with joy.

“Yessss! That’s my girl! Come on, Less!”

The crowd around you roared, scarves swinging, horns shrieking, music blaring.

Your Aunty Lessi ran towards where you were sitting and threw her hands up into a love heart shape, before pointing right at you, the smile on her face as big as you’d ever seen it.

For a brief moment it felt really nice to know your Aunty Lessi had been thinking about you while she was playing and scoring the goal. You felt that same warm feeling, tingly feeling that you’d felt early in the car; the one that made you want to sing and fly and twirl. You felt a sense of safety and home, thinking for just a moment that maybe you could be a part of your Aunties forever family, maybe there could be room for you in their lives even after Lemonade arrive.

But then, you realised there were cameras pointed in your direction and your face was on the big screens and everyone in the stadium was looking directly at you. Your hands began to tremble, and your cheeks began to flush as the walls of the stadium felt as though they were crashing in on you. You burrowed your face deep into the plush fur of Arthur’s belly and soon your felt your Aunty Leah’s arms wrap around you and pull you into her side. You could hear your heart beating in your ears as you clung to fabric of your Aunty’s jacket.

A few moments later you felt her gently tug back the cup on your earmuffs and whisper to you, “You’re okay Bun, it’s alright. The cameras are off you now. It’s okay sweetie.”

Whilst you were relieved to hear the cameras were no longer directed at you, your whole body was still trembling; your breath so tight in your throat you thought you might soon pass out. Your Aunty Leah pulled back a little to look down at you, her face covered in concern. She tried to tell you something, but you couldn’t make out the words, her voice muffled by a mixture of the earmuffs and what you could only describe as the sound of ringing and whooshing and thumping and silence all mixed together.

You could feel your chest becoming tighter and tighter as your eyes flickered around trying to figure out the source of the tightness. It kind of reminded you of the tightness you felt when you couldn’t breathe because of the… smoke.

Smoke means fire!

Was there a fire?

You needed to get out of there.

You needed to get your Aunty Leah out of there. You needed to get Lemonade out of there.

You couldn’t see fire. You couldn’t smell smoke. There was no smoke alarm. But the tightness in your chest. It could only be that. It had to be that.

As you tried to get to your feet to get you and your Aunty Leah and Lemonade out of there, you felt them collapse underneath you. You felt a thud to your head, but then there was nothing. Simply nothing.

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daenysx · 3 months ago

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can i request some drabble about the baby boy mentioned in the dad hcs, since hes the younger child, and the girl is 3 years older than him, maybe his birth and her and aemond reaction to it!😃

i hope you enjoy ♡

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, fluff

aemond remembers how his mother tells him alyssa is the calmest baby she's ever seen.

she has a point, he thinks. it's never easy, sitting on a hospital bench as he waits for the birth of his baby. this time he has his girl on his lap, three years old and the loveliest person he knows. they didn't let him in. he tries to be as calm as alyssa.

helaena sits next to him, she reaches to hold his hand. aemond is desperate for any comfort he can get, alyssa leans against her father's chest as he wraps an arm around her. she knows they are waiting for her baby brother but she has no idea what to expect. she doesn't know her mom can be hurting. she just waits with huge eyes following her dad. she stares at helaena who gives her a pretty smile.

"it'll be okay." helaena says.

"i almost forgot how hard it is." aemond says, staring at the floor. "waiting outside when she fights there."

"they would tell us if there's something wrong." his sister tells him. she squeezes his fingers. "you have to believe they'll be okay."

"i believe it." aemond says, quietly. his free hand fixes alyssa's silver hair softly.

"daddy?" she lifts her head to see him properly. "i wanna see mom."

aemond gives her a long kiss on her forehead. "we'll see mom and your baby brother soon. we just need to wait a little more."

"why are you sad?" she asks him. aemond needs to keep his face cool.

"i'm not sad, baby, i promise." he smiles. "i'm just excited to meet your brother."

"me too." alyssa says. she plays with the buttons of aemond's shirt.

"why don't we go get something to eat?" helaena says, reaching for her niece. "i think i saw your favorite cupcakes at the cafeteria."

"you did?"

"yes!" she takes alyssa's hand to let her walk slowly. "we can also bring a cup of coffee to daddy."

aemond is grateful for his big sister more than he already is. he watches them walk away, keeps staring at the walls as he waits. the minutes make fun of him. when will someone come and tell him what's happening inside? are you okay? the baby? he huffs quietly, tilting his head back to the wall.

he was there when alyssa was born and he thinks it was easier. he got to hold your hand and talked to you. now, you're alone. he's terrified if something bad happens to you, no matter what the doctors say aemond knows every birth is a risk.

he takes a deep breath. almost half an hour passed since helaena and his girl left. he sees them coming back, alyssa tries to catch up with her aunt with her tiny legs.

"thank you." aemond says when his sister gives him the coffee cup. "you got your cupcake, baby?" he asks when alyssa climbs on his lap. she nods. "chocolate." she says, holding onto his arm.

"that's nice." aemond tells her. he takes a sip from his coffee but it doesn't do anything to calm his nerves. he looks at helaena. "can we ask someone- they still don't say anything, i can't wait any longer-"

"mr. targaryen?" aemond sees the nurse when he lifts his head. he puts the cup aside and stands up with alyssa in his arms.

"yes?"

"congratulations." the nurse smiles. "you have a healthy boy."

aemond feels a ton of bricks lift up from his chest. "my wife?"

"she's okay. they will bring her and the baby to the room, you can meet them there."

aemond nods, he accepts a hug from helaena. little alyssa wraps her arms around her dad, she notices his pout disappear. aemond kisses her cheek as he walks to the room.

you look exhausted but there's a smile on your face when you see them. the nurses bring your baby to you, they help you sit straight as much as possible with so many pillows behind your back. you tear up the first time you get to hold him in your arms.

"aemond-" you cry. "look at him."

aemond comes to your side. helaena waits by the door to give you some privacy, she doesn't need to do that but she's just too nice. "look." you show him your son proudly. "he has your hair."

"he's so beautiful." aemond says. that's what his son is to him on their first encounter. beautiful. he opens his eyes and aemond sees two shiny lilacs looking at him. he holds alyssa tighter to his chest.

"are you okay?" aemond asks you before giving you a kiss on your hair. "i was so worried."

"i'm okay now." you say. you turn to your little girl who watches you silently. "hi, baby. do you want to meet your brother?"

she nods, and helaena steps in. she takes alyssa in her arms with a delightful smile directed at you. "he's such a pretty boy." she says. "nice to meet you, little angel."

you give your son to aemond's arms. he's cautious, it's a core memory to hold a newborn baby. "this is your brother, little love." he tells alyssa. "his name is aelyx."

"lyx." alyssa says. she watches the baby making quiet noises, her soft hand touches his little fist. "hello."

"you'll be taking care of each other, okay?" aemond says with a wet eye. "you're a big sister now."

"just like me." helaena says, smiling.

alyssa keeps watching the baby the following seconds. it's so interesting to see such a little human, he looks even tinier in aemond's arms. you watch how gentle he is with his son, forgetting all the pain you felt for a minute.

"she'll be such a good sister." you tell aemond. "look at her."

"she will." aemond says, watching her daughter's big eyes as she follows her brother.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #modern!aemond #aemond x you #aemond x reader #hotd #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen imagine #modern!aemond targaryen #dad!aemond #hotd aemond

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chrissdollie · 5 months ago

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a chaotic morning in the sturniolo household (not edited)

three of your kids sit at the table shoving breakfast into their hungry mouths. you walk over with more food, placing it down in front of them. "momma, i'm gonna be lateee!" your youngest boy whines, shoving another pancake down his throat. you head to a nearby mirror, fixing your makeup while you sigh. "josh baby, can't larissa's mommy take you to practice?"

joshua pouts at his twin brother for snatching the syrup out of his hands, not hearing your words. priscilla, sitting next to him, taps his arm gently to bring back his focus. "uhh no, she has a doctor's appointment!" he exclaims loudly, you shushing him softly after. "inside voices-- junior you're going to be late!" you yell down the hall to your eldest child. richie drops his fork onto his plate, wiping his sticky mouth with a sleeved arm. "oh mommy, chris got in trouble yesterday." he snitches, a conniving grin on his face. you pause on your lipgloss, turning your head to look back at your son.

"what kind of trouble?" you frown, raising an eyebrow. "a referral in mrs. bloom's class." junior walks out of his room with his backpack lazily slung over one shoulder. he fixes his messy brown hair out of his face before heading to the table to eat. "why?" your voice goes up a pitch. at that moment, your husband finally comes out of your shared bedroom, dressed and needing some coffee. "hi, honey." he stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. you smile lovingly before kissing (not really because you didn't want to mess up your fresh coat of gloss) his cheek and putting your makeup back into your purse.

"g'morning daddy! junior got a referral." richie smirks, his older brother shoving his arm as he does. priscilla takes her copy of 'the bell jar' off the table, getting off her chair and handing you field trip slip to sign. chris walks over to the coffee pot with raised eyebrows. "what happened bud?" he asks, wanting to hear his son out instead of making assumptions. his mini-me sighs, bouncing his leg under the table. "well it was in mrs. bloom's--" his dad cuts him off with a, "lady with the big bazoongas? ion really like her.."

"christopher." you snap your head away from your daughter to warn him. you give the slip back to priscilla, handing her pretty pink pen back as well. "guys we're already ten minutes late, lets go!" you call out, picking up your keys again. richard groans, "mommy can i go in your car??" he folds his arms with a sad frown, unconsciously grabbing onto his twin's shirt sleeve like a baby. your husband sits down next to him, putting his mug onto the table. "sorry dude, ya gotta come with me today, josh has soccer practice." he ruffles his boy's hair before patting his shoulder. priscilla pops up behind her dad after putting her stuff into her clean bag.

"hi daddy." she kisses his cheek sweetly. he smiles happily, always appreciative of his daughter's lovingness to her dad as a pre-teen. weird, isnt it? "mornin' sweetpea-" he starts. "junior, you can take it in the car, let's go!!" you clap your hands in a rush. the boy scoffs, shoving a pancake into his mouth to hold on to while he picks up his backpack from the floor. joshua gets up with him, hugging his brother before wrapping his arms around his dad's neck. "cya kiddos, make good choices!" chris dismisses, slapping both of their backs as they exit the house. you run into the dining room, holding richie's head as you give his hair a peck before smooching your husband. he dirtily tugs on your bottom lip with a small, quiet sigh when you pull back with a warning look.

"byebye scilla, remember to ask gianna about this weekend." you kiss your only daughter's cheek before opening the front door. "love you guys!" you yell out, hesitantly waiting for the response before stepping out. "love you momma!" richard and priscilla shout, followed by an "i love you sexy!" from your stupid husband. you giggle before shutting the door. "SHOTGUN!" junior shouts at the top of his lungs, the three hearing him from inside. "shut up!!" you whisper-yell.

weird ass shitty ass ending i know but remember this is not edited dont yell at me ty xx @leah-loves-lilies @imtalkinnonsense @star-sturn @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee@freshsturns@emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668 @chrissturnsss @joanofarcily @mattscoquette @slutsturn @sturnioloremarker @ashley9282828 @jnkvivi @sturncakez @lanasturn @riasturns @st7rnioioss @strnlxlqve @starlace111

#𐔌　♡ 　˚₊ chris sturniolo　₊˚ ⊹#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader

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orphicdreamers-wp · 11 months ago

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Oh Baby — Quinn Hughes

Summary: In which you go into labor in another state unsure if your husband will be there to meet your daughter with you

Content Warnings; Labor, Cussing, Needles

Pairing; Husband! Quinn Hughes x Fem Reader

“I’m gonna kill him! Jack, I swear to god I’m gonna kill your brother!” Jack rubbed your back reassuringly, “I know honey. But you can wait to kill him until after my perfect niece is here, right?” You gripped the sleeve of your brother in law’s t-shirt, “If you don’t stop talking Jack, I’ll you first!” A plethora of pain coursed through your body as another contraction ripped through you. Jack gritted his teeth as you clawed his hand.

Jack had always been the one of your two brothers in law that you were closer to, majority of that being the closeness in your ages comparatively to you and Luke. You were 3 years older than Jack and 5 years older than Luke. So you and Jack were closer friends. So when your water broke as you were meeting a realtor for a potential new location for your chain of restaurants, you called Jack knowing he was less than 3 hours away in Washington while Quinn was on his way back from Boston. You had checked into the hospital and gotten situated by the time Jack got to the hospital.

He rushed in holding your hospital bag for the baby, a bag for yourself and another bag of stuff for Quinn. He had called Quinn and reassured his older brother that you were okay, although Quinn could hear you cussing at your ob as she gave you an epidural block. Quinn assured his younger brother that he would be back in time to meet his daughter with you. As time progressed you began to lose hope.

You were in hysterics as you were finally pushing, “Jack I’m scared. What if I’m not cut out to be a mom? I mean I’m only 25 and we just got married. I’m scared that me and Quinn won’t work out.” Jack held your hand somehow tighter, “You are the most amazing person I know, you always know what to say Y/N, you are going to be a perfect mom. And you and Quinn are like a damn rom-com movie. You will be okay, the minute you see your baby girl you will know.” You sobbed as you forced another push, “Thank you.”

The door opened and Quinn rushed in, “I’m here! I may have a ticket but I’m here.” You looked up at your husband, “You made it.” Quinn pressed a soft kiss against your lips, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Your OBGYN smiled, “Hey Mr Hughes, you made it just in time. Give me one more push and you’ll have your perfect girl.” You clutched Quinn’s hand, unaware of Jack who had taken out a digital camcorder and had started to record you and Quinn’s faces as you let out a groan and clutched Quinn’s hand as you pushed.

You collapsed back when you heard it, your newborn daughter’s cries. You felt your heart clench as the OBGYN spoke, “So dad, do you wanna do the honors?” Quinn’s eyes welled with happy tears as he nodded, “Your damn right I do.” Quinn took the scissors and cut the umbilical cord. With the doctors okay, Quinn held your daughter oh so carefully and placed her on your chest. You reached your finger out and your heart shattered and somehow felt more filled as your daughter’s tiny hand wrapped around your finger, “She’s perfect. Look at her Quinn. That’s all us.”

Quinn melted into you, “She might be the girl I love most in the world now.” Jack smiled with teary eyes, “So what’s my new best friends name?” You smiled at your daughter, “Lorelei Jacqueline Hughes. After my mom and my girls alleged best uncle.” Jack grinned at his newborn niece, “Rory Jackie Hughes. You are so perfect, and you lucked out in the parent department. You have the best mommy ever. Your daddy is alright.”

You smiled weakly at your husband, “I have never loved two people this much. This is the best and most fulfilling experience of my life. I love you Quinn Hughes, with all I am.” Quinn kissed you softly, “I love you too Y/N Hughes, will everything in my heart.”

#hockey player x reader #fanfic #hockey #nhl #nhl fanfiction #jh86 #lh44 #qh43 #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x y/n #mom #dad #newborn baby

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adoresoperecs · 6 months ago

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Emerald Green Daydream @matthew-gray-gubler-lover

Please don't have somebody waiting on you @cerisereids

Big hands @basketonthedoorstepofthefbi

Doctor, Doctor, please listen @cometkenji

Heavens Gate @rynwritesreid

Rite of passage @foxy-eva

Finally @incognit0slut

Mrs Doctor Reid @vivwritesfics

You talk a lot, Spencer doesn't mind @spncvr

In moments @littleluvsie

Shameless @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

If anything, I find it educative @aperrywilliams

My rave babies @shojizbae

But daddy, I hate you @discotitsposts

You're too sweet for me @januaryembrs

Daughter @inkdrinkerworld

Prove your love @womanmanipulator

Oral fixation @aangell333

Not Maeve, you @irndad

Lip Gloss @mariasont

Because I love you @atlabeth

Stress Relief @quartzedreid

Drunk in love @nereidprinc3ss

Right where you belong @dr-spencer-reids-queen

Thats my man @dr-spencer-reids-queen

Adorkable @reidsdaisies

Swallow @givemequeen

Stalker @miley1442111

you know how to ball, i know aristotle @anothermansjeans

fuck u betta - s.r. @munsonsbtch

i do @discotitsposts

The Receptionist - S.R @mariasont

The First Meeting and The First Question (My FAVVV) @mindfullycriminal

Yeehaw! @shojizbae

I love you @reid-enthusiast

Clothes Shopping @michelle-is-writing

Spencers lap @reidssluttywaist

Now I See Daylight @𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑺 (It’s not letting me at her 😭)

Picture Perfect @g0dlyunsub

Imagine going through relationship issues with Spencer and a scare at works sets you both back on the right path @touchtheinvisiblestars

Surprise, Surprise @anothermansjeans

Not enough @g0dlyunsub

Textual tension @reidmarieprentiss

Love in the club @reidmarieprentiss

Spoiled rotten @rumplereids

Temptations pt 2 @fyrewalkwithmee

Something New and Wonderful @0o-junebug-o0

Tummy @reidmarieprentiss

something new @reidsfilm

spencer reid masterlist by @jellyfishsthings

Guilty as sin @auroralwriting

Masks and Surprises @bloodywickedlips

It's Golden, Like Daylight @dudeitiskarev

sick love @misserabella

Bridges to Belonging @reidmarieprentiss

Bambi's Covenant @babygorewhore

'behave back there.' @writingmar

Casts Your Bets @readsaboutreid

Time of Your Life @kissesforspence

Heavenly Sweetness @reidsfilm

like i would @reidrum

porcelain doll @reidrum

spencer reid x shy!reader. fluff/comfort. 0.6k words. post prison reid. use of "sweet girl". @parfaitblogs

𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁? 𝗶 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝗼!- 𝘀.𝗿. @cerisereids

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peachesofteal · 1 year ago

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The Sun - Epilogue

Sassy series

Simon Riley/female reader 1.3k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI explicit sex, brief breeding kink. PTSD. dad!Simon Riley. Fluff. Pregnancy/babies. Hospitals. Little epilogue for Sass and Simon.

“Alright lad, ready?”

Theo nods, hopping from one foot to another before gazing up at Simon, little hand clasped firm in the much bigger one. He’s brimming with energy, overflowing with happiness and giggles, besides himself, thrilled at finally being here.

The elevator dings, doors sliding open to reveal a cream colored hallway, and Simon crouches in front of his son, knees popping on the descent, body groaning beneath the pressure added to his hips.

“Now, mum is really tired, alright? So, we can’t be yelling and carrying on.”

“Inside voice.” Theo’s brow smooths into a serious expression, and he can’t help the smile that quirks his lips to the side inside the mask.

“That’s right.”

“And my sister?” His eyes widen with excitement, and Simon nods.

“She’s probably sleepin’ but we’ll see.”

“Mr. Riley, it’s good to see you again.” Your doctor nods politely, and he does the same, more focused on the little black screen opposite you, where he’s going to see an image of the baby, your baby, his, in a matter of moments.

It flickers alive as the tech places the wand against your belly, and the harmonic, hypnotizing sound of the heartbeat fills the room.

His shoulders immediately ease, the grip he has your hand relaxing too, and he can’t help leaning forward to press his mask covered lips against yours.

“See?” He gestures to the screen. “Heartbeat.” You huff out a half-relieved laugh and wipe your cheeks. You don’t have to say anything, he knows. Knows why you’ve been up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. Knows why you’ve been anxiously smoothing your hands over your skin, feeling for kicks and movement. Knows that you’re terrified, tormented. Knows that you’re clinging to the good things. Theo. Him. This baby. That you’re trying, and it’s hard.

“Baby is measuring perfectly, and everything looks normal.” Your doctor says, before pausing. “Would you like to know the sex?”

“Yes.” You both answer at once, and she smiles, taking the wand from the tech’s hand and positioning it on a different side of your body, pausing for a moment to type something into a keyboard before looking back at you.

"Looks like baby Riley is a girl.”

“Mum!” Theo half whispers, half yells when Simon opens the door, and he reaches for the back of his jumper in a hurry, trying to prevent him from taking off into a run and launching himself at where you lay in the hospital bed.

“Hey bug.” You smile, waving him over, trying to shuffle to the side to make room for him. “Come here, baby. I have someone I want you to meet.”

“Is it my sister?” He can hardly contain the whisper, and Simon lifts him to the foot of the bed before coming around the other side.

“Let me take her so you can get him comfortable.” You nod, trading one child for the other, motioning to the side of your hip for Theo to scoot over to.

“Can I hold her?”

“Of course, but can I have a hug first?” Theo pats you like he’s consoling you, which Simon finds somewhat amusing, before latching on.

“Daddy said I have to be gentle with you and baby sister.”

“That’s very sweet.” You look up at Simon as Theo wraps his arms around your neck, and he smiles down at you. You’re glowing, even though you’re exhausted, having just finished a sixteen-hour labor and a tumultuous birth experience.

“Sit right here, that’s good.” You position your grip under his. “Alright, now dad is going to put her right here, and we have to support her head, okay? She’s so small, remember.” He nods very seriously, and then Simon lowers the little girl into his arms, carefully.

When he pulls back, and stares down at the picture of you, his wife, and his son, holding his daughter, it’s almost too much. His thumb swipes under his eyes quickly, trying to erase the evidence of his emotions, but he can’t control them when you kiss Theo’s head and then whisper:

“Theo, this is your sister. Josephine.”

“Ready?” His face hovers above yours, watching your expression, waiting for anything, anything at all, that would tell him that this isn’t a good idea. Or that’s he’s dreaming.

“Yes.” You nod with no hesitation, fingers skating down his abdomen to encircle his cock, notching it against the heat of your cunt. “Please, Si. I’m ready. I want to have your baby again.” He picks his pace back up, body pressing against yours over and over as you cry out.

“Bloody hell.” He groans into your neck, tongue lashing against your salt slick skin when he pushes deep, kissing the depths of your body, burrowing himself against your cervix. Your hips jolt, raising to meet his movements, desperate whines falling from your lips, small pleas for ‘more, faster, more-‘ being gasped to the ceiling as your back arches.

“Sweet girl.” His thumb presses against your clit, playing it like second nature. “Come for me, let me feel it.” You nod feverishly, eyes tight and brows high, mouth half open with slack while your pussy clenches around him. It’s heaven, perfection, the only place he ever wants to be, and he nearly comes when he thinks about this attempt taking, your body swollen with him in a few months, breasts heavy, his girl, his wife, having his baby, again.

“Fuck.” You moan, and he thrusts harder, deeper.

“Gonna give you another baby, Sass. Gonna-“ he grunts when you react, tightening around him “fill you up, over and over until it takes.”

“Please, fuck. Please.” You whine, and then you explode into an orgasm, body shivering beneath his, knees pressed up and out while he plunges deeper and deeper, slamming himself to the hilt and coming against the curve of your womb, locking his hips against yours to keep it all in.

Simon doesn’t sleep that night.

He stays up, watching you and the baby, memorizing her face over and over and until he’s sure it’s burned into the back of his eyelids. He sits as close as he can, keeping a palm on your thigh, your hand, comforting you with soft words and gentle touch every time you jerk awake in a panic.

It’s not been an easy thing for either of them, being back in a hospital.

In this hospital.

But you’re strong, stronger than him, resilient, and smart. You’ve handled it, like you didn’t have a choice, and he’s so, so proud, he's been incredibly enchanted by you every moment of this entire process.

You’re everything. His entire world. His entire reason. Without you, he's rudderless. He's lost.

This hospital likes to remind him of that. Likes to dredge up the things he's tried to blot from his mind, the memories of your cries, your screams. The aftermath.

He strokes the metal of his wedding band.

“I will love and honor you all the days of my life.”

He can still hear it, your voice, saying the words. His own, saying them back. His vow, for eternity. His promise.

Those are the words he focuses on, when the others get too loud.

"I got you."

You’re the sun.

Josephine, or JJ, as you’ve been calling her, cries out, and he reaches into the bassinet, pulling her into his arms without hesitation.

“Hey little girl, you’re alright. I’m here.” He coos, rocking her against himself, walking away from the bed towards the window. She fusses in his arms for a while until he gets the bottle right, and then quiets immediately, drinking half of it until her eyes are slipping closed again.

His lips graze the top of her head, carefully, before placing her back on her little mattress, and your hand reaches for his in the low light.

He leans forward, kisses you in the same spot, lips against your forehead, easy and sweet.

“Si?” You whisper, not really with it, but awake enough to realize he had been up, and he lowers his head onto the bed bedside you, staring over to where your own eyelids are drooping back asleep.

He presses your pulse point to his mouth, dragging a kiss along your wrist languidly, soaking in every second.

“I’m here, Sass. I got you.”

#peaches writes #simon riley #simon riley x reader #sassy series #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley

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eccentricallygothic · 2 months ago

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You get sick but you hate the doctor and his healing remedies so Daddy!Ari Levinson/Andy Barber…

Oh my God?

The man is like an actual parent?

Like, sometimes you have to remind him that he's your Daddy and not your Dad (and get punished for it)!

Whether it is Andy or Ari, both are such naggy old men and so fucking sharp at picking up the smallest of anomalies and differences in your behavior and condition because of their jobs that it is annoying.

For instance;

One dark eyebrow raises at you when he notices your chatterbox is uncharacteristically quiet today. Because -not that he is complaining or ungrateful- usually your voice runs his old man ears raw. And when you avoid his eyes as you take way more interest in his preparation of breakfast because your baby sloth ass could never, his Daddy antennas are up and steering around in vigilance before you can blink your next.

You just nuzzle closer into your stuffie and suppress a cough because the pain in your head and nose is nothing compared to what his treatment entails. In your little mind, dealing with this is better than Daddy finding out you're sick.

The older man puts down the spatula and since his hands are all you let yourself see, it is impossible for you not to notice when he puts them on his hips. You chew on your bottom lip and stare at his belt for a few moments while praying hard that he resumes his work but your Daddy can be just as stubborn as you.

And when you do look up, his suspicion is making his burly appearance even more intimidating than it already is. You cannot help but gulp. You give him a confused look with a little shrug of your shoulders. Unfortunately for you, the two of you have been over this one too many times.

“Say something.” The simple command comes out a menacing order because of the baritone quality of his voice and the way his muscular arms cross over his broad chest serves only to make you feel even smaller. He raises an eyebrow.

You shrug in pretend puzzlement again, eyes looking at him like he is being weird when you are the one giving yourself away. Your voice is one of the first things to change when you are nearing a flu or a similar sickness so after you realized that it is what your Daddy catches on, your great idea was simply not to speak.

Sadly for you, you can never outsmart your old man.

“I want you to say something, now.” You dumbly sign him ‘what?’ and completely damn yourself but you're too small and slow to realize it just yet.

It is painfully obvious, honestly. You are hugging your sickness time teddy that your Daddy jokingly named Mr. Sicky because of how he only gets attention when you're under the weather, your nose is red, your eyes are glazed and your body that curls in on itself on the kitchen island chair looks like it's on the verge of crying like a little baby because of how sensitive you tend to become.

“Okay, fine” he puts the kitchen towel that was hanging by his shoulder down on the counter and kills the stove before walking around the barrier separating the two of you, big arms reaching to grab a hold of you. “Come here” your eyes widen and though your heavy head pounds from how you jump off your seat, a painful escape is better than meddies and his old man remedies.

But alas!

Your grizzly of a Daddy is too fast.

You furiously shake your head and kick your limbs like an agitated hedgehog to try and break free from your cruel captor, still refusing to utter a single syllable and trying to avoid his prying hand so he can't find his way to your throat.

“Stay still” he deeply grunts, easily holding you up in the air and against his strong chest with an ironhold around your waist all by one arm.

You growl and bare your teeth like an angry pupper trying to bark at an adult husky.

“Ughhh—”

“There we go~” the older man drawls out in satisfaction when he locates the damage with the use of his old man methods by feeling for swelling under your jaw and behind your ears. “I knew it.”

“Let go, meanie!” He hums in triumphant sarcasm when you finally let your nasal voice loose. “Ugh!” You try to crane your head away from him, legs furiously fighting a lost battle. “I don't like you!”

Your Daddy is so not impressed and completely unbothered. “Too bad.” The sheer lack of effort it takes him to hook your protestant form to his hip as he walks to the sink to fill up a pot with water is in stark contrast to the energy you're putting into your unsuccessful escape.

“I dun want! I dun want! I dun want!” He doesn't even grunt as he places the pot on the stove and turns it on to boil with his free hand. “NO!” Next he leans over the counter to phone your usual doctor just because he does not like to use medication carelessly. “This abusive!” You are so tired and sore that you cannot even properly speak but you swear to yourself that you will die before you let him put you in that stupid steam treatment that always suffocates you.

(You will lose because your brutish bear Daddy will tightly hold you against him under the blanket until the steam forces your blocked pathways open but a brat can dream)

“Babies are too small to know or decide what's right for them” he is slightly distracted as he softly squints at the dialer like the oldie he is. “Now shush so Daddy can speak to Uncle Steve.” That is, the name of your Doctor who is another meanie because he's besties with your villain of a Daddy. He always has great fun recommending you ewie gargles.

“Nu…” You whisper in despair as your words melt into a cough. All you can do is watch your blurred reflection in one of the fridge doors as you hang sideways, the deep voice of your Daddy filling your ears as he props the phone against his shoulder to take out ingredients for one of the many soups you will be cursed to for the next few days.

You hate soups!

Especially the sick time ones!

Daddy always tells you you're being dramatic but he will never be able to fool you! You just know he puts extra ewie healing things -probably recommendations of his be(a)stie!- in them that always make the soups taste so old man recipe-like! You puff your cheeks and glare at the stupid celery stalks that he places upon the chicken container.

You may be sick, but that will not stop you from going to war before your old man can put a spoon of that in your mouth!

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kteezy997 · 7 months ago

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Ohhhhh my god I need daddy’s boy part 5 rn

Daddy’s Boy- Part Five//t.c.

You and Timothée didn’t speak of the kiss, or the fact that you had initiated it.

But the looks you shared weren’t the looks of two people that were only co-parenting. There was something more there, you both knew it, without saying.

When the day of Theo's checkup came, Timmy took him to the doctor's office. You were worried about Timmy becoming overwhelmed if Theo started to behave badly. But you also trusted him to know how to handle it.

.......

"I don't like going to the doctor, Daddy." Theo whined softly, pouty face on.

"I know, buddy. Most people don't. But it's something we have to do to make sure we are nice and healthy." Timmy assured his son, placing his hand on the boy's head, rubbing his scalp. "It will be over before you know it. You just have to brave and be a good boy for the doctor. He's here to take care of you, you know that right?"

Theo shrugged, "Yeah, I guess so."

The nurse called Theo's name and the two boys went to the exam room together. Theo squirmed a little bit when the doctor checked his heart and lungs with the dreaded cold stethoscope, but he didn't cry, he didn't make a sound. He didn't protest when the tongue depressor was inserted in his mouth either.

"What a good boy you are today, Mr. Theo." said the doctor, patting him on the head as he finished the exam.

........

You hadn't heard anything from Timmy after the appointment, so you assumed everything went swimmingly, and Theo didn't give him any trouble. You got home and you received a text from Timmy saying he and Theo were headed to your place with McDonald's for dinner.

"Hi, Momma!" your baby boy called out to you as the front door opened and he ran into your arms.

"Hey, my little love!" you gave him a squeeze, lifting him into your arms. "How did it go at the doctor today? Were you good with Dad?"

"It was fine, Momma. Doctor said I am healthy." Theo declared, giving you a thumbs up and a silly grin.

"That's great." you said, kissing him on the cheek.

Timmy came in, carry the brown paper fast food bags in hand. "Yeah, he was really brave. I told him I was really proud of him.” He was beaming over his son.

"Theo, you wanna help your Dad take the food out of the bags?"

"Uh-huh." Theo said, nodding. You let him back down and he followed Timmy to the kitchen, and they unpacked the burgers, chicken nuggets, and fries together.

You joined them, saying, "I'm surprised that he was so good. He usually makes a fuss at the doctors. Maybe he is maturing."

"Yeah," Timmy said, "he's our mature little three-year-old." he chuckled.

Damn, our little three-year-old. The way he would say these simple things, to affirm that you and he were in this parenting thing together. He warmed your heart, especially since not too long ago, you didn't think you'd ever see Timmy again, let alone have him in Theo’s life. Not only did your heart swell, but you felt absolute feral attraction for Timmy.

…….

As you finished eating, you said, “So I was thinking we all could watch a movie together?” looking at Timmy, “I mean, if you can stay.” you smiled softly.

Timmy’s eyes lit up, “Yeah, of course I can stay.”

“Yay! Movie night!” Theo cheered, “Can I have popcorn and candy?”

You giggled, “Sure you can. But we’ll go easy on the candy though, buddy. Don’t need you to be up all night with a sugar rush.”

“Fine.” Theo sighed, “What we watching?” the little one scrunched his nose as he looked at you.

“Well, I was thinking we would watch one of Daddy’s movies?” you looked at Timmy again, grinning.

“Ooh, yes, I’d love to watch Wonka with him.” Timmy said, his smile wide as could be. “Has he seen it yet?” he asked you.

“A new Willy Wonka movie?!” Theo piped up, all excited, “I love Willy Wonka! He lives in a candy factory!”

You thought you saw Timmy blush.

“In the new movie your Daddy plays Willy Wonka.” you said, raising your eyebrows at your son, awaiting his response.

Theo gasped, “For real?” he looked over at Timmy. “You got to play Willy Wonka, Dad? That’s so cool! I wanna watch it! Can we? Can we?” he tapped his hands on the table, so anxiously excited, he could barely control it.

“Yes, we will. Why don’t we get you a bath and into your pjs first. And while we’re doing that, Daddy can get the popcorn and drinks ready?” you touched Timmy’s wrist, looking at him.

Timmy looked at your hand on his, then looked up at you, a soft gaze in his eyes, “I’d love to.”

........

Theo didn't care that his hair was still damp, he had no time to waste when it was movie night with both of his parents, and he would even get to see his dad act in a movie. He hadn't forgotten his Daddy's job. The boy was in absolute heaven.

He wore his batman pajamas and sat between mom and dad on the couch with the bowl of buttery popcorn, made special by dad, in his lap. Mom held onto his chocolate coated candies.

He was enamored as soon as Timmy came onto the screen as Willy, singing Hatful of Dreams. "Dad! Look! It's you!" he exclaimed, looking over at Timmy briefly.

Timmy grinned widely, nodding and chuckling at his little boy's excitement.

..........

"It was so good!" Theo said after the movie was over, "Can I watch it again tomorrow, Mom?" He looked up at you with pleading green eyes.

"Sure, if you want to, buddy. But for now, it's bedtime, okay?"

"No!" he cried.

"Hey, don't talk to your mom like that." warned Timmy, "Come on, Theo, I'll tuck you in and read you a story if you want me to."

"NO! I don't wanna go to bed." The three-year-old wailed and started to tear up, "I don't want you to leave, Daddy!" He then threw himself against Timmy, wrapping his arms tightly around his father's legs.

Timmy leaned over slightly, holding onto his son's back, and looked up at you.

Now, at least Timmy would know how Theo acts if he stays up too late, you thought. But maybe that wasn’t what was happening here.

"Theo, it's okay, Dad's not leaving yet. He's going to put you to bed." you tried your best to soothe your little boy. You and Timmy tried to understand why he was so upset.

"I don't want him to go! Want him to stay at my house." he cried against the fabric of Timmy's pants, you heard him sniffle.

"Do you want to have a sleepover, buddy? I'll spend the night, okay?" Timmy said, looking down at Theo then up at you. "If Mommy says it's alright."

"Yeah, of course it's okay." you said, almost too quickly. Who wanted him to sleep over more, you or Theo?

"Really?" Theo pulled away from Timmy's legs, wiping his eyes. "Daddy can stay?"

"Yes, now stop crying, alright? Dad's gonna take you to bed and read whatever book you want."

"Okay." the boy hummed, sniffling.

Timmy took his son's hand, leading him to his room, he looked back at you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You suddenly realized how close they had gotten. How dependent Theo was on Timmy, how he would always want him near. You were beginning to have those same feelings. The love you had for Timmy had never gone away. It was such a warm and cozy feeling, being a family.

……

You went to bed as usual, thinking that after Theo went to sleep, Timmy would just go home or maybe crash on your couch. You lay there and kept thinking about what would happen if you went to check on him in the living room, if it would be strange to ask him to come and sleep next to you.

You definitely didn't expect Timmy to make his own way into your room.

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winchesterwild78 · 2 months ago

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A Father's Love

Characters: Jensen x reader (wife), Julie-Jensen and reader’s daughter

Warnings: Mention of childhood illness, slight angst, slight injury,

A/N: This idea was given to me by @cheekygirl2309, I hope this brings your vision to light. This was written fast-at the doctor’s office today, and not checked thoroughly for errors. Please overlook them. No disrespect to Jensen or his family, this is a work of fiction and I gave his daughter a different name. I know the gif is of him and his real daughter, but it was too adorable not to use.

All work is my own, please do not take it or copy it.

*If you have story ideas or requests, feel free to let me know.*

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The day had started off as any other. Jensen was off filming, and you were at home with your five-year-old daughter, Julie. She was a bright, bubbly little girl, but today, something was off. She said she just missed Jensen, so you drove her to school with the promise of FaceTiming Jensen later.

A few hours later, sitting at your desk at work, your phone rang. “Hello?” “Hello, may I speak to Mrs. Ackles?” “This is her.” “Hi, Mrs. Ackles, this is Nurse Jones from Main Street Elementary. I have Julie in my office and she’s not feeling well. She has a fever of 102, and needs to be picked up.” “Oh my goodness, I’m on my way.” You grabbed your stuff and left for the day.

As soon as you saw her, you knew something was seriously wrong. She was pale and listless, and all she wanted was her daddy. Julie was a daddy's girl through and through, and Jensen was an incredible father. He always knew how to make her smile, no matter what.

You tried to FaceTime Jensen, but he didn't answer. Julie became more upset, and you started to panic. Finally, you managed to get in touch with him. When you told him that Julie had a fever of 102, he was immediately trying to get home.

Taking Julie to the hospital, you were a bundle of nerves. The doctor examined her and said she had a serious bacterial infection. Julie would need to stay in the hospital for observation and treatment.

You were alone, scared, and worried about your little girl. The days that followed were a blur. You missed Jensen terribly, and Julie missed her daddy even more. She would cry and ask for him constantly.

“I want my daddy.” She sobbed. “I know baby girl, daddy is trying to get home to you.” You stifled tears. Your little girl was getting worse and you needed your husband.

“Mrs. Ackles, we need to run some more tests on her. She’s not responding to the treatment. We are going to take some more blood and do a few more scans. It will take a few hours until she’s back, why don’t you go to the cafeteria or leave the hospital for some rest.” The doctor told you. “No thank you. I’m perfectly happy right here waiting for her.” They nodded and started to wheel her out. You kissed her head and told her you loved her. “Daddy loves you too, ladybug, so much.”

A few hours later Julie was being wheeled back in. You had fallen asleep on the chair and were startled awake by the banging of the bed on the door.

The nurse offered you a soft smile, “Sorry, Mrs. Ackles. We didn’t mean to startle you. She did great, and we should get the results shortly.” You nodded and smiled sleepily at her.

Julie looked at you with her daddy’s green eyes and smiled a little. “They said I’m a big girl, because I had to go do the big tests.” “Oh wow, I bet that means you’re really growing now. You’re going to be as tall as daddy. She chuckled weakly.”

You laid in the bed beside her and pulled her close. “Mama, when’s daddy coming?” You looked at your daughter and a twinge of sadness filled you. You weren’t sure if or when he was coming.

“I know daddy will be here as soon as he’s able to. You know he’s far away, but when I told daddy you weren’t feeling good he told me he was coming.”

She smiled and snuggled to your side. “Mama, I’m a little hungry.” “Okay baby girl, let me see if you can eat something. Maybe I can get you some Graham crackers or something.” She grinned.

You rang the call bell and the nurse answered. You told her Julie was a little hungry. She told you she would see what the doctor said and come in and let you know.

A few minutes later the nurse walked in with a small tray of jello and pudding, Graham crackers and some juice. “The doctor said she can eat whatever she can stomach since she’s not vomiting.”

Julie sat up and giggled. “Mommy I get all this, just for me?” “Whatever your tummy can handle, baby.” She looked at the pudding and jello cups. She pointed to the chocolate pudding, “this one first, please.”

You helped her open the lid and she started eating.

You turned on the TV and was looking for something for her to watch. As you were scrolling you saw Jensen’s face. It was Supernatural. Julie’s eyes lit up, “Daddy!” You smiled.

She continued eating and finally fell asleep. You were laying beside her rubbing her head, waiting for the doctor. She started to wake up about an hour later.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jensen arrived at the hospital. Seeing him walk through the door was like a ray of sunshine. He rushed to Julie's bedside, and she immediately clung to him.

“Daddy!” Julie threw her arms around his neck. When he leaned down he kissed her head and leaned over placing a kiss on your lips.

“Hey baby girl. How are you feeling?” “I’m okay, daddy. I want to go home.”

“I know baby, but we have to get you better before we do that.” Her lip poked out.

Jensen turned to you and pulled you into his arms. The tears you’d been holding back for days finally fell. “Shhh it’s okay sweetheart, I’m here. I’m so sorry. I tried everything to get back here. Finally got in touch with Kripke and he sent his jet to pick me up. Have the doctors said anything?”

After composing yourself you finally updated Jensen. “So right now we are just waiting. They know it’s a bacterial infection, but they don’t know where it’s at or why it isn’t responding to treatment. They just took her today for more tests and bloodwork.”

“Daddy, I'm a big girl. I got the big tests.” “You are a big girl, you're my big girl.” Jensen climbed in the bed beside her and she climbed in his lap.

“Daddy I missed you so much.” Her arms count to his neck. “I know, baby girl. I got here as fast as I could. Uncle Eric let me borrow his jet.” Her eyes got big.

A few hours later the doctor came in and told you and Jensen he still wasn’t sure what was causing the infection, but they know what treatment to use. He ordered the IV antibiotic and said they would monitor Julie. She had to stay at least one more night.”

Jensen held Julie as she drifted off to sleep. He reached out and took your hand. “Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just really tired and worried about Julie. I’ll be fine.”

Jensen was rubbing your hand, “baby you’re exhausted. Why don’t you go home and catch up on some sleep.”

“I’ll be okay. I don’t want to leave her.” “Sweetheart, I know but you’re going to wear yourself out. Please go home and take a few hours to yourself. I’m here. I’ve got both my girls.”

Jensen placed a soft kiss on your lips. You sighed, a hot shower, some food and some sleep does sound wonderful.

“Okay Jens, I’ll go home, shower and take a nap. If you need me you better call.”

Jensen grinned, “Baby I promise we are going to be fine. Now go take care of yourself too.”

You nodded, kissed him and Julie then walked out of the room.

As you were walking towards the exit you felt dizzy. Thinking it was the lack of sleep and food you kept walking.

You pushed the button to call the elevator and the next thing you knew everything was spinning and the room turned black.

You collapsed on the ground. The doctors and nurses ran to your side. You were unconscious.

Julie’s nurse ran in and got Jensen. He came running out to your side as you were coming to.

You were being placed on a gurney for testing and to check you over. When you fell you hit your head so they needed to check you for a concussion.

Trying to protest all the fuss, you tried to get up. Jensen stood by you, “sweetheart, you passed out. We need to find out why. You’re no good to Julie or me if you’re not 100%. Please let them check you.”

You knew he was right, so you gave in. “Okay, but we need to hurry so Julie isn’t alone.”

Jensen cupped your face, “Baby she isn’t going to be alone, you need to focus on yourself right now.”

The doctor orderd some blood work and a scan to check for a concussion. You convinced them to let you go to Julie’s room while you waited for the results.

It was well past midnight when they came in with the results. Jensen had fallen asleep next to Julie, but you were awake watching tv and keeping an eye on Jensen and Julie.

You loved watching them and seeing their love for each other. From the moment Jensen found out you were pregnant with Julie he was head over heels in love with her. When she was born she definitely had him wrapped around her finger.

Before the doctor gave you your results you gently woke Jensen up.

The doctor told you there was no indication of a concussion, however your blood work showed you were severely anemic. “Mrs Ackles I want you to start taking iron pills, and your blood work indicated something else.” Jensen sat up and took your hand.

“Mrs Ackles, congratulations, you’re pregnant. That is possibly why you passed out. Between not resting or eating properly while you’ve been here, your body just got overworked. I want you to take iron, prenatal vitamins and eat and rest when you can.”

Tears streamed down your face. You and Jensen had wanted another baby for a few years now.

Jensen thanked the doctor as the doctor was leaving. He carefully got out of the bed and pulled you into his arms, “Sweetheart, you’re pregnant. We’re having another baby.” He smiled and kissed your lips.

“Oh Jensen. I can’t believe it. We’re having another baby.” He wiped the tears away that were falling.

He looked at your sleeping little girl, “I can’t wait to tell her. She’s going to be so excited.” You chuckled softly, “Only if it’s a boy. You know she doesn’t want to share her daddy.”

Jensen smirked, “yeah she is a daddy’s girl for sure. I’d be okay with a boy. We already have our little girl, now we need our boy.” You nodded, “Yeah I think I could handle being the favorite parent.” You laughed and Jensen smirked. “Hey, I can’t help it, she's a daddy’s girl, but she loves her mama too. Speaking of which, come on, you need your rest. Lay down with her and I’ll take the chair. Don’t want my girls or baby sleeping in an uncomfortable position.”

Jensen helped you get into the bed next to Julie. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as you drifted off to sleep.

When you met him almost 7 years ago you knew he was the love of your life and would be an amazing father one day. Never in your wildest dreams did you think he’d be so much more than you imagined.

Around 8am you woke up to the sound of your daughter and Jensen giggling. When you opened your eyes you saw Julie, looking so much better, out of the bed and playing with Jensen.

Jensen saw you awake, “Hey, Julie, look who’s awake.” Julie jumped up and crawled beside you, “Mommy! I feel so much better now.” “Oh baby, that's great news.” Jensen walked over to the bed, “Doc said she’s responding to treatment, fever is gone and she’s going to get to go home today.”

You smiled, “Oh that’s great. I can’t wait to get her home.”

A few hours later the three of you were back home. Julie had been sent home with some more medicine and you had your iron and prenatal vitamins. You still couldn’t believe you were pregnant.

After Julie was settled you went upstairs to take a shower. Before getting into the shower you looked at your belly in the mirror. Placing a hand over it you whispered, “You are already so loved little one. I can’t wait to meet you and you to meet your big sister and your incredible daddy.”

A short time later you were showered and in comfortable clothes. You heard giggles from downstairs and found Jensen and Julie playing.

As youwatched them together, you realized how lucky you were to have such a loving and supportive family. Jensen was the best father a child could ask for, and you knew that Julie would be okay as long as she had him and you by her side.

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swiftieblyth · 6 months ago

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Troublesome Twin: But Daddy I Love Him

Warning list-

hunger games warning, abusive family, mother died in childbirth with the twins, Arachne, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, violence, and murder.

I think that’s all, let me know if there’s more!

Word count- 1333

“I need to see Dr. Gaul immediately,” Coryo ordered to a peacekeeper at the lab.

He was escorted to her lab and waited for her to come in.

“Come to beg for her life?” Dr. Gaul asked.

“No,” Coryo explained. “No, my stitches, they broke loose. I didn’t want the doctors asking questions.”

“Come, sit.” Gaul ordered. “Pull your shirt down. This might hurt.” Coryo groaned as Dr. Gaul worked as he watched the birds in the cage. “Jabberjays we call them. We sent them out during the war to pick up rebel conversation, squawk it back to us word for word. Watch. A failed experiment, but an instructive one. I’m rounding them up district by district now to see what better purpose they might serve. I’ll see you in the auditorium for the finale, Mr. Snow. You should be proud of yourself. Your songbird, Lucy Gray, put on a wonderful show. Oh, and do give my god-daughter her dose of morphling. I saw it in your pocket. It’s about time for her to take it. Same as this morning. She needs to take it with food. I’m sure she’s in a lot of pain.”

On his way back Coryo put a handkerchief with Lucy Gray’s scent into the snake cage.

“Coryo,” Y/N asked, when she saw him come back with some food. “Where did you go?”

“To get you some food my love.” Coryo explained, bending down next to her so no one would hear them.

“What really happened?” Y/N asked.

“Just trust me. I went to go see Dr. Gaul to get my stitches fixed up. Now, I need you to eat and take your medicine.”

“Coryo, I’m not hungry.”

“I know, my love, but I need you to eat. Can you do that for me baby? I need to take care of you so you can get better, but in order to do that, you have to listen to me, sweet girl.”

“Okay,” Y/N sighed.

“That’s it, baby.” He smiled, leading a fork with food on it to her mouth for her. “Here.” They heard a noise and looked up. “Lucy Gray, is she okay?”

“She won’t be for long,” someone explained.

“That is not gonna be good,” Lucky explained, as drones flew down with the snake tank.

“Work, please,” Coryo whispered as Y/N squeezed his hand.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if it was candy?” Lucky laughed. The snakes came flying out killing everyone, making all of the watchers gasp. “Oh, not candy! Down goes Wovey.”

“Oh, my gosh.” Y/N breathed, a tear falling down her face.

Everyone watched as the snakes killed everyone but Lucy Gray as she sang to them.

“She… She won.” Coryo explained. “It’s over, she won. She’s won, let her out.”

“Afraid, that’s not your call to make, Mr. Snow.”

“Dr. Gaul, she won. It’s over, let her out. Must be the singing, it’s calming them.”

“She can’t sing forever,” Dr. Gaul let out.

“Val,” Y/N let out tears in her eyes, breaking Dr. Gaul’s heart, as the crowd chanted to let her out. “Please. For me.”

“Get her out.”

“Thank you.” Y/N breathed.

“Coriolanus Snow is the winner of the tenth annual Hunger Games!”

“You did it Coryo!” Y/N smiled, as Coryo picked her up and spinned her in the air, making her laugh.

“We did it my love! I can take care of you for real now.”

“I love you so much!”

“I love you more!” Coryo explained, putting her down and passionately kissing her lips as everyone cheered around them.

“I’m so happy for you Coryo.” Y/N smiled, as they sat in bed that night.

“I’m so happy for us.” He smiled, holding her close to him. “We can finally start having that future we always wanted. We can get things back up and running here, make it look good again.”

“We can buy Grandma’am all of the dresses and chocklett she wants.”

“Tigris doesn’t have to work for scraps to keep us afloat.”

“You don’t have to see your father ever again. We can buy us a bigger bed where we can both comfortably fit.”

“And I can get a dog!”

“I’ll buy you all the dogs you want, baby.”

“We can both go to the University and you can start working your way up to president.”

“And you can work with your God-mother, after I take over her founding instead of your father.”

Y/N gasped as she looked up at him. “You’d do that for me?” She gasped.

“Of course my love. I would do anything for you.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more. Now, get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.”

The two walked hand in hand into Dr. Gaul’s office the next day.

“Do you think we’ll get to see Lucy Gray?” Y/N asked, as she walked in with Coryo.

“I don’t know.” He replied, looking around.

“Lucy Gray?” Y/N called.

“Lucy Gray,” Coryo echoed.

They stopped when they saw what was on the lab table in front of them. Coryo’s compact mirror that now belonged to Y/N and Coryo’s handkerchief.

“Coryo?” Y/N squeaked in a whisper, clutching his hand as tight as she could.

“I warned you, Mr. Snow,” Highbottom let out. “Cheating will be punished. More poetically than even I could have hoped.” “Lucy Gray,” Coryo let out, slightly stepping in front of Y/N to protect her. “Where is she?”

“I would be more concerned about your own survival if I were you. Or that little toy of yours.” Highbottom explained as Mr. Crain walked in. Y/N’s eyes widened as she watched her father walk in with a murderer's look, and her sorrowful older brother behind him. She looked from her father to her brother to her god-mother, then to Coryo with fear racking her body making her trimble so bad that Coryo had to help her stand.

“It’s fitting that both of your parents could be here for your big moment.” Highbottom continued. “That compact. How many times did I see your mother use it, I wonder… to powder her beautiful face? Come now, we all know that child from 11 didn’t die of disease. Or that lumberjack from 7. And that old handkerchief, we found in the snake tank, apparently condemning you with your father’s own initials. Your family won’t ever see that prize money now of course. President Ravenstill has left your form of punishment up to me, and your little toys up to her father. But for you, I’ve decided banishment to the districts where you’ll serve your Capital in exile for 20 years as an anonymous, peacekeeper grunt.”

“No!” Y/N screamed, trying to charge at Highbottom, but getting help back by Coryo. “No! You can’t do this!” She screamed, tears falling from her face as her boyfriend held her, his heart breaking into a million pieces.

“Do you hear that boy?” Highbottom chuckled as Y/N screamed and cried as her brother went over to grab her. “Finally. The sound of snow falling.”

“NO!” Y/N yelled as peacekeepers dragged Coryo away from her. “Coryo! Coryo!”

“I’ll be fine!” Coryo cried, as he was getting dragged away. “Take care of yourself. I love you!”

“Coryo!” Y/N yelled as her father hit her, making her scream.

“You are a disappointment to the family!” He yelled, pulling on her arm until it broke as she screamed. “And a disappointment to all of Panem!” He yelled, punching her face. “You’re never going to see him ever again. Or anyone for that matter!” “But Daddy, I love him!” Y/N yelled, like a child as Coryo was struggling to get back to her in the peacekeepers arms as they dragged him through the doors.

“I’m having his baby!” Y/N yelled, unsure of what to do. The doors closed and Coryo was gone as the room went silent for what she said.

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magoapple · 2 months ago

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Telling the kids they're going to be a big sibling

Paring: maknae line x reader / hyung line

Genre: marriage au

Warnings: some suggestive but mostly heart clenching fluff

Summary: You two decide to tell your older kid(s) that they're going to be a big brother/sister

HAN:

You were having a mother daughter day with your little girl, Ara. The two of you were having a little tea party when you started feeling sick. It started as your head hurting with a slight fever, and then you just couldn't handle it anymore. You grabbed your six-year-old and headed to the doctors. After you signed in and were waiting for the doctor, you called Jisung and let him know what was going on.

Jisung rushed over to the doctors as fast as he could. Chan had offered to drive him, but he had it in his mind he could make it there faster by running and catching a taxi. Jisung came rushing into the room and saw you shocked. “What my wife is sick, so I'm gonna be here, doctor, please continue.”

You let out a laugh, but winced when your head hurt. Ara went into her fathers arms and squeezed him. “Ewww daddy is all sweaty!”

"Well I was racing to get to you and mama baby. Ara let out a little giggle and the doctor cleared his throat. “As I was saying, Mrs. Han you seem to have a bad sinus cold, and you're 7 weeks pregnant, congratulations” Both you and Jisung we're shocked but still overjoyed while Little Ara was confused. “What does pregnant mean?” You both looked at each other with a smile before you spoke up. "Well baby it means you're going to be a big sister!"

FELIX:

Felix and you finally had time off from work and decided to take your son to Australia for a family vacation. Felix had just gotten off the phone with Olivia as you put Jae to bed. “Liv said everything is set and ready for when we get there,” he wrapped his arms around your waist as he told you everything his sister talked about. Felix's family have all met Jae, but he was a lot younger than he was now. The boy was almost three and getting so tall, each day he grew you would miss when he was a baby.

While the thought of a baby was on your mind, you remembered about the pregnancy test you took and the surprise waiting in Australia. The next day you finished packing everything while Felix tended to Jae. Once everything was done you guys were on the way to the airport. The flight wasn't that bad, it was the anticipation of what your husband and son would do when they found out the special news you had. Olivia picked you all up and drove you to the family house, where Felix's parents were waiting.

Everyone helped you get settled in and time flew by. You were all sitting at the dinner table and talking away when Mrs. Lee spoke up. “So Felix dear, how does it feel being a father to two?” Felix smiled at his mother's words before they actually registered in his mind. “It's everything I dreamed it would, wait two? Mom we just have Jae...” A confused Felix looked around and saw everyone smiling, even you.

“Baby, what's going on?” You stood up and handed him the sonogram photos and tears welled up in his eyes. “We're having another baby? Jae you're going to be a big brother! I'm having a son or daughter, we're pregnant!” He stood up and spun you around while everyone congratulated you two. Jae was too young to understand, but he saw everyone happy and clapped his hands squealing.

SEUNGMIN:

You were out with your mom when you took the pregnancy test, but that was about a month ago. You didn't know how to tell Seungmin or your son. Su-jin was only 10 months old so it wouldn't make that much of a difference to him, but your fiancé was a different story. You knew Seungmin wouldn't be opposed to having more kids, however another so soon? You didn't know how he would react.

It was about 9pm and Su-jin would not lay down. You were rocking him back and forth and talking to him, not realizing Seungmin had come home. “Little man, what am I going to tell daddy? You're gonna be a big brother and I know you're so excited, but what if he isn't.” Seungmin took a step forward and the floorboards creaked causing you to jump. “I didn't know you were home…"

“Did you say Su-jin will be a big brother?” When he saw you nod the brightest smile you've ever seen popped on his face and he rushed to hug you. Su-jin saw his dad and he squealed while making grabby hands. “Little man, you're going to be a big brother, the best big brother too.” You couldn't wait to see the cute things Su-jin would do with his new brother/sister.

JEONGIN:

You two were considered the babies of the couples. You were both adults yes, however you both were the youngest. When the other guys started bringing their kids to the practice room your heart grew big. You and Jeongin have only really talked about kids a few times but never seriously sitting down and talking. Jeongin noticed how your eyes lit up each time you say the kids and how much you volunteered to watch them.

Little did you know he was having baby fever just like you possibly even more. It got where you couldn't take it anymore and one weekend when he had off, you sat him down for a talk. “I know we haven't really talked, but Jeongin I want a baby. I know we're still young, but I believe we can do this.” His smile grew as he shared the same feelings as you did. That night ended perfect for the both of you.

So good that a month later you found out you were expecting. Of course, Jeongin was the first person you told, and he was over the moon. The little surprise you had didn't make it because he ran into the practice room yelling to everyone. "I'm gonna be a dad! You kids are going to have a little friend soon!" They all looked towards you once you made it inside for reassurance. "Yes, we're pregnant!"

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babyhatesreality · 2 months ago

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Hey loves! Can you possibly do a Head cannon with mob stucky and reader? How would they be when the reader is sick?

Hey love! So....answering this a year later....ugh, trust me I'm disgusted with myself. I hope you're still around to read this, and if you are, I thank you for sticking with me while I went through it this past year. I hope you enjoy <3

So with Mafia Stucky and Little Reader, when you're sick, there is a very calculated plan to get you better.

The trouble is, you're terrified of doctors after all those mean doctors held you captive before your Mafia Daddies could rescue you. You still trembled at the sight of a white lab coat, even after all this time.

So at the first sign of a sniffle or a sore throat, they call in their "guy"

You know him as Mr. Bruce, the really nice man in the purple silk shirt who tells you really silly jokes and talks to you sometimes when you're feeling icky

They know him as Dr. Banner, their on call physician who has been threatened within an inch of his life to not tell you that he's a doctor

Banner has no problem with this arrangement. He enjoys working for Steve and Bucky, as his...issues with rage, let's say....have gotten him in trouble in other locations, and Stucky has given him a full time job with incredible benefits where he still can practice medicine and science.

So what if the majority of his work is now stitches and tending to bullet wounds? He's still helping people, right?

And he genuinely loves you. He was one of the ones to help Steve and Bucky "get you out" of your kidnapped situation, and he was the one quietly monitoring your health as you came out of the haze that the drugs had put you in. He spent a lot of time caring for you and came to see you as a baby sister of sorts. He was extremely protective and fond of you.

Bruce has gotten extremely good at being able to just talk to you and diagnose what the problem is, because you trust him enough to be honest with him about how you're feeling

If there's an occasion where he needs a saliva sample, he's designed special lollipops that taste delicious- AND melt quickly. He simply pockets the stick when you're done and you have no idea.

If he needs a blood sample, that's a bit more complicated. That's when the strawberry milk comes out and you take a nice nap. You'll wake up later to find a little itchy spot on your arm, but that's really about it.

Once Bruce has diagnosed you, he'll quietly talk through a game plan with one of your Daddies while the other one is cuddling and cradling you in the other room.

You don't have any big issues with taking medicine- after all, your daddies are giving it to you and they always know what they're doing, so you don't question it.

You hate cough syrup with a fiery passion. More than once you've straight up refused to take it or spat it back out repeatedly, resulting in a spanking after you get better, but since Bruce figured out a way to mask the taste in a candy, it's not nearly as much of a battle as it used to be.

Mostly, you just crave cuddles and attention. And Steve and Bucky are more than happy to give it to you.

Their team knows just how sick you are by how Stucky rearranges their schedules. If you have a cold, they will NOT get them at the same time until you're better. If you have something a little rougher, like a stomach flu, don't expect to see either of them until you're back on your feet. If it's something like pneumonia, it's about to become everyone's only problem for the foreseeable future. They will ALL be on call twenty four seven. God help them if they think any differently.

Steve likes to carry you around everywhere, even if it's just from the bed to the bathroom. He doesn't want you wasting a bit of energy on something as trivial as walking- it should all go towards you getting better.

Half of his pockets are loaded with your medication, and the other half are full of little toys and expensive trinkets and sparkly jewelry to reward you for being good and staying down and taking your medicine.

Bucky anticipates your every need before it even happens. You shiver once, and he's already wrapped a blanket around you. Your face looks a bit flushed, and he's gently pressing a cool washcloth to your forehead, murmuring about what a good girl you are. He's holding up a tissue to your nose before you even realize you have to sneeze.

They will let you have unlimited screen time, watching all your favorite movies and TV shows with you- as long as they've approved them, of course.

You also get to eat pretty much anything you want (unless it's a stomach illness), since you really don't want to eat when you don't feel well. They'll let you have almost anything to ensure that you're still eating enough to get better.

Every morning, they carry you to another new room in the mansion, with clean fresh sheets and new things to do, since you get very bored very quickly, especially after a whole day in bed. Hell, what else are they gonna do with the twenty guest rooms in the house? The cleaning crew then sanitizes the previous room in a whirl, just in case you decide you want to go back in there.

Steve and Bucky cuddle you and constantly tell you what a good girl you are, and how proud they are to be your daddies, and just how much better their lives are now because you're in them.

And honestly? That heals you faster than anything else.

#mafia stucky #mafia!stucky #mafia!daddy!stucky #mafia stucky x little reader #mob stucky #mob!stucky #mob stucky x little reader

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bloodypeachblog · 2 years ago

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Random idea: here are the LOV as parents to your child. (this is written as female reader btw [no she/her, but pregnancy], so feel free to use your imagination!) [Also, this may be a long one, so I hope you got a few minutes]

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Dabi: Now this guy has no clue on how to be a good father due to his past, but what he does know is to not do what his dad did. When he finds out you're pregnant with his kid, he feels pissed off at first, but after thinking it over, he decides that he's okay with it. When you try to do something, he'll go and do it for you, out of frustration/annoyance and calls you a 'dumbass' for not asking him. He goes with you wherever you go as a 'bodyguard'. He relishes in the fact that he can use this as ammo against Endeavor, being a better father than his ever was. When he holds the baby for the first time after its born, he'll never show it (maybe a little grin), but this man has melted and he is smitten over his child. He's not one for baby talk or peekaboo, so he talks to his child like an adult, nix the cursing of course. When he and his child are alone, he tells it stories about his childhood and how he doesn't want them to go through what he did.

Verdict: emotionally distant, but an okay father.

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Spinner: Totally clueless, he's still practically a child himself. When you tell him you're pregnant, he wonders how the hell that happened (he doesn't know how deep his quirk affects his genetics) and worries about how the kid will be treated if it ended up looking like him and if he'll be a good father or not. Poor lil ball of anxiety. You have to calm him down by telling him you'll be there to help and that no one is a perfect parent and that's okay. After calming down, he soon grows to the idea of having a little him or you around. He will constantly ask you how you're feeling and if you need anything, just a nervous sweetheart. Your pregnant belly is his favorite pillow to rest his head on while he's playing games. When he feels a kick, he feels a bit of satisfaction knowing that he put that in there. Once the baby is born, he is surprised that it's fully human. The minute he holds the baby and sees that it has his eyes, he starts crying, but tries to be manly about it. Little one grows up not being afraid of lizards or snakes because of their daddy. Spinner has his kid in his lap or sleeping on him while playing video games, gently putting them on a pillow nearby before raging over a loss in the game.

Verdict: worried but good gamer dad

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Twice: Oh man, this guy. You tell him you're pregnant, he is over the moon, hugging and kissing you. You're a seen how he acts around Toga, so you had no worries on his abilities. He'll be present at every doctor's appointment (or at least ask you many questions about them or have toga go with you if he can't make some of them) and you two have so much fun picking out names for it. This guy will be so protective of you that it's adorable and he will be your servant, doing whatever you ask. When he sees the baby for the first time, he is immediately in love. He will be a blubbering mess when he holds them. He does all the baby talk and peekaboos and is not ashamed of it. Later on, these two are inseparable. Partners in crime. (Seriously, this man deserves to have a loving partner and family after all the shit he's been through).

Verdict: all-time Dad of the Year award recipient

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Mr. Compress: Awkward dad. He never thought about having kids, didn't even want any. Until he met you. When you tell him you're pregnant, he is overjoyed. If this man treated you like a princess before, you have been upgraded to queen/goddess status. He is your servant; man will not let you lift a finger. Deep down, he is panicking over what to do or how to be a dad. But once he has his child in his arms, the yellow man is a mellow man. In love right away. Loves to show the baby little magic tricks, which earns him giggles and smiles, the best reaction. Lil one is his #2 fan, #1 being you, but it's a close call.

Verdict: may start out awkward, but soon becomes a good dad.

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Shigaraki: okay, we all know the trauma he went through. When he finds out you're pregnant, he gets angry. The kind of anger where he has to walk away before unleashing it, but not before having an argument with you. But you know that deep down, this man is terrified. He wants to be happy, but is too scared of hurting the little one or it hating him. You console him and tell him that things will work out alright and that you'll be there with him to help. All he does after that is lay his head on your belly and start crying. He'll later on brag about you being pregnant to his colleagues. He will have other people, if not him, do anything you ask. If anyone tries to hurt you or the baby, their ass becomes ash. Is a bit weirded out when he feels the baby kick for the first time. Once that baby is born, he falls to pieces, ready to die for this child. Baby can be seen playing with one of Shiggy's severed hands at some point and Kurogiri babysitting it once in a while. That kid will grow up to be Shigaraki's little apprentice, someone wanting to be just like their daddy.

Verdict: not the best dad in the world, but he's trying. Does a much better job after his awakening. Just keep the baby away from AFO.

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