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hellfirelover · 3 years ago

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forever winter (ep. 5)

pairing: fezco x oc (belle)

18+

summary: fezco accidentally meets belle's family

sensitive topics (?): mmm nothing really. family drama

word count: 6k5

links to episodes: episode one : episode two : episode three : episode four

a/n: changed the 'cover' of this from a purple aesthetic to yellow bc i literally equated yellow to love for belle in episode one. so i should have made it yellow this whole time but... alls well that ends well to end up with yellow.

You ever going to let me know you?

episode song: i'm gonna be (500 miles) - the procalimers - cover by renee dominique

Episode 5: the beginning of a story

"Shit."

Belle tried to sleep in late this morning, but the biological clock inside her trained by early morning school alarms had taken complete control over her system. She awoke at around seven am, catching the time on Fezco's wristwatch that rested on the pillow next to her. The brunette tried to close her eyes again, curling her body closer towards his warm embrace, his chest against her back, his one arm under her and the other draping over her side. Yet, sleep never came again.

So, she tried to be patient and wait for Fezco to wake up. Belle placed her hand on the hand that he had placed on her stomach, interlocking their fingers together as she rubbed her thumb on his knuckles. This only made him pull her in closer. This sleeping embrace no doubt succumbing him to a deeper sleep.

She kept her mind occupied by the thoughts about what happened last night and smiled to herself when thinking about what led to their late-night activities.

Belle had no idea a simple introduction to her new roommate's drug dealer would become such a big part of her life. Who could have guessed that the first week out of her parent's watchful eyes Belle would be driving to a stranger's house party to pick up drugs from another stranger, whose kindness was referenced only by her newly met roommate, before making jello-shots for an upcoming college party? And who would've guessed Belle would spend that whole night talking to this man?

Now, she laid in his bed wearing his clothes, his arms wrapped around her body, his sleepy breaths hitting that nape of her neck. The feeling of his lips resting on her skin reminded Belle of the love marks he left all over her. She examined them more closely in the bathroom before joining Fez for bed. Belle happily ran her eyes over her body and inspected the few bruise-like areas developing quickly at the base of her neck. She ran her fingers across her breasts, tracing the evidence Fez left with his mouth.

She had taken pictures of herself for the future for her to look back on and remind her that it actually happened. Perhaps Fez would also like the reminder as well.

The early morning sun was slipping through the blinds of the bedroom window. The warm winter morning rays sprawled out on top of the couple under the green comforter. The redness of Belle's brunette hair highlighted by the light.

Growing too warm for comfort, as she had a whole human being clung to her under a thick set of blankets while she wore sweats for sleepwear, Belle shuffled out from Fez's cuddle. Careful not to wake him up, she tip-toed on the carpeted floor and closed the bedroom door behind her slowly.

She took her time getting ready for the day. She brushed out her hair and braided it leaving little wisps out of the braid to frame out her face. The braid leaving the neck exposed. Smirking to herself as she did this, secretly wanting Fezco's first view of the day of her to showcase what he had done to her last night. Belle brushed her teeth, having her own toothbrush here from many times that she fell asleep on the couch after getting a little too high.

Belle picked up her now fully charged phone with the goal of visiting her photos app to reminisce on the rawness of it all. Instead, her heart clutched in the middle of her chest at the notifications displayed on the screen on her phone. Her mother had called her seven times, leaving five voice mails, and forty-nine text messages in place.

Not even bothering with going through all the text messages that her mom had spammed her with last night, Belle instantly went to her voicemail.

"Belle, call me. It's about your sister she's gone missing and we haven't heard from her all day. She turned off her location and isn't answering any of my or your father's calls. Matthew and Charlie haven't heard from her either."

"Just got off the phone with Jill's girlfriend. She said the last time she saw her was at dinner at their house she was sure Jill was going back home afterward. Is she with you? Have you talked to her?"

"Belle, I don't know why we got you this phone if you're not going to pick up during an emergency like this! Your little sister is missing!"

"It's been eleven hours without any word from her. Tried making a police report but they won't do anything until twenty-four hours have gone by. When you wake up, I need you to come home."

"If Jill doesn't reach out to us in the next six hours, I'm taking this all to social media since those fuckers won't do anything about it. This is a sixteen-year-old girl, and they can't be bothered until twenty-four hours go by. She could be shipped to some sex slave factory for all we know by then! Please Belle pick up the phone I need to know if you've heard from her. Come home as soon as possible."

Belle walked out of the bathroom; her face stuck on her phone as she navigated her way back into the bedroom while frantically texting her sister.

Fez had woken up in her absence and was resting on the bed as he scrolled through his phone. He looked up at the intruder smiling at her presence, but his face shifted quickly watching as she frantically walked around the room trying to get her stuff together.

"Shit," Belle mumbled as she picked up her still wet clothes that were thrown in the hamper. She threw them back in settling on the fact that she would just wear these sweats back to her house.

"Babe, you good?" Fezco asked, sitting up with worry stretched across his face.

"I - um," Belle stammered, still looking around on the floor to get her stuff together. Where were her keys? Her purse? "Um, I-I need to leave. Um -"

"Hey, hey, hey," Fezco got out of bed and placed his hands on the frantic girl's shoulders. "What's going on? Did I-?"

"No, it's not that," Belle stammered out quickly, her eyes scanned the bed before returning to his face.

No, this had nothing to do with him. Last night was beautiful. His kisses perfection. His hands a work of God. She held no regrets about last night and needed desperately for Fez to know this and not assume her frantic behavior was post-coital regret. Her emotions were furthest from regret about last night.

She tried voicing this out to him, but the only thing that came out of her broken voice was, "My sister, my little sister, she's in-in trouble. I have to go home."

Her vision tunneled as she left the peace of the bedroom. She dialed her sister's phone again as she searched the living room for her purse and keys. The line ended and she re-dialed while throwing the pillows off the couch.

"Belle," Fezco's worried voice caught her attention as the call again went nowhere. She snapped her head to the side and saw him holding out her keys and purse that was resting on the dining room table.

Snatching both her items from his hands, Belle left the place in a daze. She didn't even realize she forgot to say goodbye before she hit the gas pedal. She didn't realize how scared she was about her sister until she realized her car wasn't moving as she forgot to put the keys in the ignition.

Unaware of how far she had gone in her thoughts, Belle jumped at the sound of tapping at her window. Fezco meanwhile had simply just watched as Belle ran around his place her mind in a million places, and it would've been cute to see Belle fumble forgetting to start her car before driving if it weren’t for the circumstances. He was scared for her. Scared of how distraught she was being this morning.

"C'mon, I'm driving you," Fez said through Belle's open window.

"No, I just-"

"Belle get out of the car. You’re not driving."

"Fez-"

"You're not driving."

She sat there for a second in the driver's seat, her hand shaking as she held her car keys. Too much was happening. Too much and too fast. Too fast and too scary.

"Okay," her voice barely a whisper as she followed Fez from her car to his.

The trip would only be an hour and a half, two hours tops. It was close enough for a day trip back home, but not close enough to visit all the time. Far away enough to have space, but not far away enough that she felt isolated.

The car ride was silent. The only sound coming from Belle giving him directions and the low music coming from the radio.

As they got on the highway Belle gave her mom a call.

"We found her," there was a joyful cry coming from the other line. "She came home a little while ago."

"Where was she?" A breath of relaxation left her mouth as Belle's whole body relaxed. Fez's hand rested on her thigh, rubbing his thumb up and down in a comforting manner.

"Your little sister was fucking getting drunk with her stupid friends and lost her phone at the park," her mom's joyful voice turned quickly to venom. "Can you believe that fucking shit? She doesn't understand the panic she put me and your father in. I was about to call the police!"

"Where is she now?"

"Locked herself in her room. Won't talk to any of us. She strolled into the house not aware we were looking for her. And after your father chewed her out, she just walked into her room and locked it. Let me tell you she's going to be fucking grounded forever."

Belle allowed herself to let out another breath of relief. She didn't care where her little sister had gone to or what mischief she had gotten herself into. She just cared that Jill was home and safe.

"Fuck, okay," she allowed herself to fall into a limp state of calmness into the passenger seat. She looked over at Fez, his face focused on the road ahead of him. "I was on my way but I -"

"But, what?" her mom interrupted, and Belle silently cursed herself. "If you're already on your way you might as well come. Charlie is already here, and I need someone to get Jill out of her room."

"I -" and Belle stumbled as she couldn’t think of a good excuse to not continue onward. They were already more than halfway there.

"How far away until you get here?"

"Uh, thirty minutes."

"Alright, Dad and Charlie are at the grocery store right now to pick up some bread for french toast. Breakfast should be done by the time you get here."

"Sounds lovely."

Belle said her goodbyes and put her phone back in her bag.

"All good?" Fezco asked, only taking his eyes off the road a few seconds at a time to look at the girl next to him.

She nodded, her attention to the hand that was placed on her thigh. The small physical comfort he provided made her heart swell despite the intense rollercoaster of emotions her sister had just put her through. The hand on her thigh reminded her that she was present in this moment.

"Yeah," she replied and recalled to him what Jill had gotten herself into. "My mom still wants me to come over, though. Maybe help get Jill out of her room."

"This stuff happen a lot?"

Belle furrowed her eyebrows at the question. "What do you mean?"

He went silent trying to form his next sentence correctly and appropriately, a slight nervous twitch from his hand breaking the perception of the hardcore drug dealer Fez sometimes held. "I mean like... Your sister getting in trouble like this and shit."

Belle shrugged, "I mean, Jill's always been a little out there. Probably has been grounded more than any of my siblings combined, and Charlie is a hassle. I just... I think she gets bored and likes to cause destruction."

"Like how?"

Fez was always good at this. It was something that both infuriated and delighted Belle. He was always asking the questions that caused her to share more than she originally planned. Causing her to share things that initially she assumed no one would really care or worry about. It wasn't just the curiosity in his questions, it was the desire to understand the situation or person fully in order to respond appropriately and provide correct comfort. Belle often found herself sharing more than she planned with him. Sometimes these conversations would be goofy. Oftentimes vulnerable.

"Well, her and my parents get in fights a lot. A lot of the time over stupid trivial things."

"Trivial things?"

"Yeah, like her grades or her behavior. Like one day my mom refused to take her out practice driving because she had got a D on her math test. And instead of just accepting her punishment she stole the keys and drove around the neighborhood herself. Ended up hitting a mailbox." Belle laughed at the memory, but Fez's somber face stuck.

"What happened after?"

"Oh, I drove my dad to where the accident happened so he could talk about it with the owner. I drove her back home while my dad followed up with the car Jill dented up."

"How long till she drove again?"

"Well, I just took her out for practice driving after that. Mom was too pissed about the situation and dad gave her too much anxiety when they went out."

"So, you had to fix it," she didn't like the bluntness coming from him.

"I-I suppose."

"And you're fixing this."

Belle didn't say anything. She just stared at him as he kept his eyes on the road. She was beginning to not like the way he was viewing her family situation. Granted most of the time when Belle brought up her family it was while she was under the influence and the topic was always in a rant or vent format. She was beginning to feel too vulnerable having another person learn how her family dynamic worked.

Because the thing about it was Belle didn't mind helping her family when they needed the support. She didn't mind staying close to home after graduating as she saw how much it hurt her mom to have her sons so far away. She didn't mind being a buffer between the mischief her sister got herself into. Belle did her duty as a good daughter and a good sibling. Every family was fucked up and anything to keep the peace Belle would do. It was the least she could do for a family that allowed her into their home.

"Look-" Belle began, as they grew closer and closer to her neighborhood "-I don't mind taking care of my sister if that's what you're getting at."

He looked over and instantly regretted the assumptions he was voicing. He didn't like how stern she was being, especially as the stiffness coming from Belle was due to his poking and prodding. "Nah, ma, it's not like that." He moved his hand to take her hand in his. "I just... whenever you talk about them you get upset."

Belle interlocked her fingers with his. She kept her focus looking out of the window. He was being truthful. Even in their first conversation, Belle confided about why she chose a school slightly far away from her family. How she needed a break from their constant hovering and expectations but felt too bad to go any further away.

"I get that," Belle admitted, "but I got to do what I need to do to keep it all together."

He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

Fez drove his car through identical streets. Each road was a carbon copy of the next. All neutral color walls and healthy cut lawns with extravagant flower beds. Though even the flower beds mimicked each other. Yet Belle managed to distinguish it all through the street signs and house numbers and the occasional piece of individuality a household allowed to be seen. It creeped Fez out. He felt like his state of residence sported the same old walls as well, but each was seeped with something different. There were stories to be told and dangers to combat. This housing development seemed too clean and too plain. Too many secrets and not enough accountability. The white picket fence lifestyle he never thought he’d have, and honestly was happy to be without it.

Yet, here he was, driving his girlfriend - or whatever they were - to one of these houses. To the place she lived in for two years when they moved here from Pennsylvania. He wondered if the house her family brought her up in back in Pennsylvania was the same way. He wondered about the house her biological parents raised her in. About the houses she lived during her foster care days. He was about to ask which house she preferred in her childhood when suddenly Belle pointed up the road where a broken-down yellow buggy parked in the driveway laid.

“There’s my house. You can just pull in in front of the buggy.”

“Do you want me to come in or -?”

Belle was already forming the word “no” when Fez suddenly stopped the car. A woman randomly appeared in the front of his car, smiling at the two sitting in the car through the windshield, both of her hands occupied with a gallon bag full of trash. Fez wondered if the older woman knew how close he was to running her over.

The women dropped the bags in the trashcan sitting at the end of the driveway. With free hands she waved at the couple frantically and motioned with her hands to come inside.

“That’s my mom,” Belle said, watching as her mom bounce back to the front door, giving them one last smile and another encouraging wave in before disappearing into the pristine single-family home. “Just park next to the buggy.”

Fezco carefully pulled next to the yellow car. “They still got this?”

“Yeah, it broke down when we drove it all the way to California when we moved here. It was just my dad and me and we of course broke down in bum-fuck nowhere, Idaho. Had to call a tow truck and pay him to drive it and us all the rest of the way here. Cost a shit ton of money, but you know, it’s the family yellow buggy.”

Without another look back at her suitor, Belle exited the car, shortly followed by Fez, and walked promptly through the black painted door.

Commotion broke instantly as they entered the foyer. Crosby, their ten-year-old golden retriever, came bounding for the two of them. He jumped onto Belle, welcoming her back home, and reminding her no matter how old he got the pounced would forever throw her off her balance. Crosby then turned his attention to the unfamiliar man and began sniffing Fez like crazy. He bent down as Crosby was sniffing his shoes and began petting him.

Fez looked up at Belle and had a sudden moment of panic.

“Babe,” he whispered under his breath in warning. He stood up and at once started taking her hair out of braid and moving strands to the forefront of her face and neck. He put up the grey hood of his hoodie she was wearing and tied the ends together allowing only her face and some hair to show.

Belle laughed at his erratic and random actions.

“Your hickies were showing,” he whispered in her ear. She continued to laugh but her face became bright red.

“Hello there!” The woman, Belle’s mom, came out of the kitchen and sauntered over to the couple. Her smile was joker-like. “Belle, I see you brought a friend with you!”

“Uh- yes. This is Fezco.” Belle did not expect to be introducing Fezco so soon and so suddenly. And just the night after he had his hands all over her. Not even 12 hours had passed since their first kiss. They hadn’t even had the opportunity to talk about the situation they were in.

“Nice to meet you, ma'am,” Fezco straightened up his stance and lightly shook her mom’s hand.

Belle didn’t like the calculations going through her mom’s head. Late-night calls ignored. No answer till morning. A strange man driving her when a family emergency is happening. And to top it all off they were both wearing clothes that were better suited for sleeping.

“Come on into the kitchen,” her mom beamed, loving the charming formality coming from the tall man standing in her foyer. “Your father and Charlie are having a french toast cook-off. Very rowdy.”

With another calculating smirk, her mom went back into the kitchen where the clanging of kitchen wear could be heard.

“Your mom seems like a very happy person.”

“I think she’s happy at the aspect that I brought you here.”

Belle could just imagine the stories her mom was cooking up.

The kitchen was just what Fez predicted. Clean and organized just like from an Ikea catalog. Even the messes the two gentlemen were making seemed deliberate to create an ambiance of some sort. Like someone was trying deliberately to sell the domesticated American dream.

Fezco couldn’t help but feel suspicious or feel like this was some sort of setup. It was all too easy. The mom had already liked the image of him in her home. The dad had greeted Fezco with excitement and thanked him for driving his girl home safe. The older brother was trying to secure Fezco’s vote for who had the best French toast. It was too normal, and they were acting too nonchalant with his sudden presence. These were the types of people that usually distrusted him from the beginning. Just from look alone and the way he talked. And Fezco never gave a fuck about other people viewed him to be. But he found himself quickly liking the idea of Belle’s family welcoming him so easily because this was Belle for Christ’s sake.

As soon as Belle finished her second slice of French toast, giving her dad her vote, her mom directed her upstairs to deal with her sister.

“Mom, I’m not going to just leave Fezco down here alone.”

“Honey, shush. Frezco will be fine with us.”

“Mom… it’s Fezco.”

“What did I say?”

“Frezco”

“Oh, so no ‘r’.”

Fez gave her a reassuring look, resisting the urge to give her a comforting kiss on the cheek, and took a third helping of French toast.

UPSTAIRS

Belle braced herself for that lay behind the sticker-covered door. Much to their mom’s dismay, the stickers ranged from rainbows to curse worse. From weed leaves and cats. The most accurate representation, in Belle’s opinion, of what kind of person her little sister was.

Jiggling the locked doorknob, she heard her sister yell, “Go away!”

“It’s Belle.”

There was a series of footsteps and a click of the lock. The door opened and Belle pushed herself through. Jill, just like her door, had taken control where she could in this family in her bedroom. The walls were painted black and covered in random scraps of drawings from a notebook and posters of bands and movies. Her bed was filled with an infinite number of pillows. Her closet lay half open with clothes falling out. Her blinds were all the way down and the only things keeping the room lit were the color-changing LED lights bordering the wall. The lights were currently purple.

Jill laid back down on her mountain of pillows with Belle following suit next to her. Her younger sister kept her eyes on the ceiling, but Belle could still see the dark under bags and her red glossy eyes

“So, what happened?” she asked making sure her voice didn’t sound accusing.

The dark, almost black, brunette-haired girl closed her eyes tightly and sucked in a deep breath. “I just hate her so much.”

“Mom?”

“Yes!” Jill whined, finally looking Belle in the eyes. She now noticed the smudged mascara. “She’s driving me up a wall. I have enough to worry about with applying for colleges, work, and my social life and mom is fucking still not satisfied with any of it.”

“Jill -“

“It’s not easy for me like it is for you or Matt or even Charlie. I don’t understand anything that is going on in school, they all think I’m just playing stupid when in fact I’m actually stupid.

“There’s always a fight in school and I’m constantly having to pretend to give a shit about who fucked who in my friend group -“ she paused and took in a deep breath “ - like I just hate being here and I hate mom for holding me to expectations that it’s obvious that I can’t handle.”

Belle’s mind raced with memories as Jill vented to her.

The first time Belle played the piano her body filled with joy. Touching the keys and making a melody. It was an instant rush of happiness. The dark memories and the echoing sound of the gunshot finally were subdued by the little white and black keys her fingers hit. But what Belle remembered the most about the day she first played the notes for jingle bells was the proud looks on her new parents’ faces. Belle and her dad would listen to classical piano music on the way to dropping everyone off at their schools. Her mom would listen in on most of her lessons always sneaking Belle a thumbs up when her teacher praised her on her skills. Each day after dinner she would sit on that piano bench playing and playing and perfecting her notes and finger movements. Never stopping until she had gotten it perfect. She needed it perfect.

The attention and praise grew as she began to write and compose her own pieces in high school. Performing them in piano concerts in front of live audiences and competing in tournaments. When they moved here, Belle began playing guitar at her new school. It overtook her and excited her to the possibilities of music outside of classical. Making modern music with lyrics that expresses your soul. In her advanced music composition class, she was introduced to programming and producing software. To her dismay, her parents looked down on anything that wasn't classical. The other instruments wouldn’t get prizes like classical piano did.

So, she continued with piano at home and secretly everything else at school.

She understood the frustration to live into a certain mold. Belle in her goals to get away from her home had also gotten away from the piano. But she also grew frustrated with Jill, because Belle had worked and worked so hard in order to have the skill and kept at it despite the urge to drop it all. What good would a fight do when it was just piano?

“Why the fuck are you wearing your hoody like that?” Jill asked after silence fell from her rant. “You look like tinky-winky.”

Belle pushed her sister and smacked her on the shoulder. “Not coming home the next time you run away.” A pause. “So, what happened when you ran away.”

Jill reluctantly told her story. At the dinner table, their mom had been going over her grades, again. “It was like the fifth time she brought them up in a week and I was sick of it.” Jill left the house and barged into her girlfriend’s family dinner. After eating, and still not wanting to go back home, she caught up with some of her friends and went running around the neighborhood. Drinking at the park, yelling up at the sky, disturbing sleeping neighbors. The angsty teenage stuff. She fell asleep at a friend’s house and woke up early in a panic about where her phone was. Alone, Jill, hungover as hell, retraced her steps until she found her phone at the park. “The only reason I came back home was because I just wanted to throw up in my toilet.”

“Well, you’re certainly handling everything well.”

DOWNSTAIRS

“So, Fez, what are you up to in life?” James, Belle’s dad, had questioned just as Belle bounded up the stairs. “Tell us about yourself.”

“Uh- well,” the dreaded question. Normally he didn’t care about sharing what he did. He sold drugs; people wanted drugs. What they do with those drugs is none of his business. It’s not McDonald’s fault people got diabetes from their food, not his fault with whatever happens to those who abuse his shit. But looking at the house and the pristine family standing in front of him, he wasn’t sure if Belle would like the idea of them knowing a drug dealer brought their daughter home to them in the early morning hours. “I took over my grandma’s business.”

“What kind of business?” Charlie interjected as he cleaned up the mess from breakfast.

“Convenience shop.”

Fez began to breathe normally again seeing their non-judging faces.

“You make good business?” James asked.

“We make good enough to make profit.”

Belle was still upstairs with her sister. No sign of movement from up there. After a lull of silence Nicole, Belle’s mom came back into the kitchen, her wide smile plastered on her face again as she pulled up her Facebook account on the laptop.

“Fezco,” Nicole took a seat next to her daughter’s new friend and set the laptop on the counter for both to see. “I want to show you some adorable pictures of Belle.”

Charlie barked out a laugh and came running up behind his mom and Fezco to look at the laptop as well. “Yes, let’s show Belle’s new guy friend baby pictures of her.”

Not picking up Charlie’s mean intent for this, Nicole continued through her Facebook to get to the photo folder dedicated to Belle. “Well, we only have pictures of her as little as eight. We do have one of her as a three-year-old sitting on Santa’s lap. Which is the only picture the adoption agency could find for us. But that’s framed and hung up in the bathroom.”

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh again. “Mom, why did you put it in the bathroom?”

“Charlie, shut up.” Nicole snapped, causing Charlie to only laugh harder. “Here Fezco, this is the picture of her the day we picked her up!”

The car was parked on the side of the road, behind them laid the beach. Six individuals stood in front of the car. A tall couple, younger versions of the parents he had just met, stood behind their children. The twins, Charlie and Matt had their lanky arms hung over each other’s shoulders and were giving giant smiles to the camera. Little Jill seemed oblivious that a picture was being taken and stared at the camera with her eyes furrowed as if the sun was blinding her. Then there stood Belle in the middle of it all. She held a soft smile, and her hands were clasped in front of her as she eyed the camera directly.

“Belle told me this story,” Fezco smiled, looking at the picture that displayed one of Belle’s favorite memories. “Told me yellow’s her favorite color cause of this.”

Nicole looked at Fez, her eyes watering, “Did she really say that?”

“Yeah. She loves that yellow buggy.”

Nicole continued to show Fezco pictures and videos she had downloaded onto her account. They were all jumbled about. They would go from one picture of her first day of eighth grade to a picture of her doing her make-up for Junior prom. Each time she told a little story about Belle. Her father too adding his perspective to some of the stories the pictures told. Charlie always trying to add in an embarrassing fun fact about her, causing Nicole to shoo at him.

And the more Nicole went over these pictures and these stories with Fez, the more unrecognizable Belle became to him. Feeling like these pictures and these stories were exposing so much Belle didn’t allow for Fez to see. What frustrated him was that he fell for her more and more after each new story about her past was told of him. It frustrated him that she would want to keep any of this hidden.

“Here’s a picture of Belle winning first place at the classical New Jersey competition -“ “- this trophy she got for writing and performing a piece-“ “-she wasn’t even at the school till junior year but they still wanted her to be class president-“ “-this competition won us a scholarship for her college-“ “-this is the first fish she reeled in-“ “-on the track team-“ “-another performance at another composition competition. I think she only got 3rd place here-“ “-oh here she is at graduation. I wonder if I have her valedictorian speech on here?”

UPSTAIRS

“No, but seriously, why is your hoody so tight around your face?” Jill had come back from the bathroom, washing the tear-stained mascara off her face. “You look like fucking tinky-winky.”

"If I tell you, you have to promise me that you'll talk to mom," Belle said as Jill joined her back on the bed. "She's going to keep Fez and me hostage here until I can promise her I got through to you."

Jill slapped her hand to her mouth in shock, "Fez is here?!"

Belle pulled her hoody string and flung her hair over her shoulders. With her hickies exposed Belle began to convey the events from last night. From the kiss at his store to the shared shower at his place. To now, her showing up in his clothes and him meeting her parents. All in under twenty-four hours.

"And to top it all off he's down there, by himself with mom and dad and Charlie."

Jill didn't even try to hide her laughter. "Belle!" She exclaimed, wiping a tear away and trying her best to calm the smile on her face. "This is the best gift you have ever given me."

"I hate you," Belle put her hood up again and covered her blemished neck with her hair. She stood up from the bed and went for the door. "You coming?"

Jill gave her big sister a solemn smile. "Listen, I just- I can't come down right now. Not with you and Charlie and Fez here. Mom's going to go insane on me and... well... I'll come out of my room today, I promise. Just -"

"I get it. I'll tell her you'll be out soon."

Jill lunged for her sister and hugged her. They looked nothing alike. Belle had golden chestnut hair, a kind face, and piercing green eyes. Jill sported curly black hair, soft brown eyes, and a dusting of freckles over her face. Jill held the features of the family. Belle held the heart of the family.

"Call me after you talk to mom. Okay?" Belle kissed the top of her little sister's head.

"Keep me updated on your boy," Jill couldn't help but joke, desperate to ease the uncomfortable vulnerability.

Belle closed the stickered door behind her and made her way back down the carpeted steps of her home. Walking back into the kitchen to assure her mom that Jill is okay and to give an escape route for Fez from her folks, she stumbled upon her mom, Charlie, and Fez scrolling through pictures of herself as her mom pointed out little details of the said picture and the story behind each photograph. Her father was on the other side laughing at the annoyed look his eldest daughter beheld walking into the show.

Belle cleared her throat and the three turned around. Her mom and brother looking as if they were caught in a crime, Fez with a giant smile on his face.

"Jill said she'll be out sometime today."

Her mom rolled her eyes and mumbled something that sounded like "selfish girl..."

"So," Belle walked over to the three of them and nonchalantly closed the laptop that was showing a picture of her taking swimming lessons in 6th grade. "We are going to head out now. Long ride home and I planned on shopping for school today."

"Getting your textbooks today?" Her dad asked.

"Yeah, and some new notebooks and pens."

"Are we going to have a better semester than last?" Inquired her mom. "You know, Fezco, Belle has such a good heart and such a smart brain. We were so disappointed when hearing that she failed! Our little girl... failing a class. Never thought I'd see the day."

The smile on Fezco's face melted away. The tension in the kitchen was noticeable by all. Belle's dad focused on cleaning the dishes. Charlie left the kitchen. Belle's posture straightened as if she was just stung by a bee at the base of her spine. The only one that seemed unaware of the tension was from the creator of said tension.

"We are going to go," she said stiffly, attempting to ignore her mom's comment.

The car ride home was a silent one again. The couple said their goodbyes before heading back into the car to go home. Fezco kept the radio on low and kept his hand intertwined in hers. Just the same as the car ride to the house.

He waited for her to start the conversation, but Belle was content with the silence. Her eyes never leaving the moving landscapes out of the window. Her hand limply laying in his.

Belle let her mind go into a numb state trying to erase the echo of her mom's parting words, "We were so disappointed..." Not only the words but who she said these words in front of. Yes, Fezco knew about the class she failed but there was more humiliation in being scolded by one's mom in front of someone you were in love with.

Fez's mind was racing from everything he learned about Belle's past.

"You never told me about piano."

Her shoulders tensed.

"Why would I? I don't play anymore."

"Why not? Seems like you were good. Shit, you were winning medals and everything. Why stop?"

She began to bite her nails.

"I just don't play anymore."

The car parked in front of Fezco's place. The engine went quiet.

"That's it? I just don't play anymore."

"Yeah, that's it."

He took the keys out of the ignition.

"I feel like I don't know you," He admitted.

Belle tightened her hold on his hand.

"You don't."

He turned to look at her, but she refused to meet his eyes. They read her too well.

"You ever going to let me know you?"

She dropped her head and stared down at her own lap where their hands lay interlocked with one another. She nodded her head and in a shaking voice she answered, "I'll do my best."

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my girl (f.w.)

prompt: you always knew fred would be a great dad and every day he exceeds your expectations

pairing: dad! fred x mom! reader

warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, children (yes, children is a warning), mild language, suggestion and brief mention of sex, thunderstorm, fear of thunder/rain.

word count: 6.2k

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It was laughable; the way Fred stared at your large pregnant belly with eyes full of anticipation, hands placed on either sides of it, waiting for your child to kick at his hands. You giggled as he gently whispered to your protruding stomach, “Come on, little one. It’s your daddy. Give us a little kick, yeah?” Your stomach remained still as he lightly groaned, only making you laugh. “This child already likes keeping me on my wit’s end,” he grumbled before kissing your belly. “I’m just teasing,” he whispered again to the bump. “I love you so much.”

You brush your fingers through Fred’s hair, him sighing as you do. Fred had been so darling over the past nine months of your pregnancy. He found more staff for the joke shoppe to take over the early morning shifts and the night shifts so he could spend those hours taking care of you, helping around the house, and preparing for the baby’s arrival. You were always Fred’s number one priority, but that was set in stone after you became pregnant. He would literally drop anything if you even murmured that you needed something. Fred would wake up first and get your prenatal vitamins ready for you to drink with a large glass of water, he’d make breakfast, clean the kitchen, and only then would he wake you up. You had to admit, you could get used to living like this. But alas, you were past your due date and the baby was expected any day now.

“She loves you too, Freddie,” you tell him as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at your husband who still rubs his hands over your stomach, searching for your unborn baby’s feet.

Fred looks up at you with questioning eyes. “She?” Fred could honestly care less about the sex of his child, as long as the baby was healthy. That’s all he could truly ask for. But secretly, deep down, Fred wanted a little girl, a princess. Someone who could be his princess since he had already found his queen.

You smiled with a shrug, “I have a feeling. I know it’s supposed to be a surprise, but when you know you know, don’t you?”

With that, against the skin of your stomach, pressed against Fred’s hand is two large kicks. Fred’s eyes widen as he sits up, feeling his child kick against his hands as the two of you laugh. Fred smiles wide and says, “Is that a sign?” he stares up at you with excited eyes as you cover your mouth laughing with glee. “Is that right, baby? A little girl?” he whispers to your belly, earning another two strong kicks as the two of you laugh out with delight. “A little princess and a strong one at that!” he cheers. “We’ve got a little football player on our hands, don’t we? Well, too bad, because your daddy is going to teach you all about quidditch.”

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The hospital room was quiet, no one daring to disturb the air that surrounded the newborn baby girl that was fast asleep on your chest. Her plump cheeks squished against your bare chest made you and Fred smile with delight. A healthy baby girl born after a brutally long labor, but it was all worth it. You softly kissed the top of her head, making her stir in her sleep.

You looked over at Fred to see him, gently wipe tears from his eyes as he gazed upon your newborn daughter. In this room, he had everything he’d ever wanted. The sight of your husband looking so lovingly at your daughter made your heart swell as you felt hot tears prick up behind your eyes. Reaching out, you cupped Freddie’s cheek as brushed away with happy tears with your thumb. Freddie looked up at you with eyes so tender and a smile so warm, you giggled out a sob. “She’s perfect,” he quietly spoke to you as you nodded your head in agreement.

She really was the most precious thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Her button nose and soft features rested upon her gentle skin, tufts of strawberry blonde hair poking out from the cap the hospital dressed her in. Her lips were pink and squished against your chest as small dreaming noises escaped now and again. Your darling little girl, your little flower.

“Daisy,” you spoke softly to Fred as you brushed your daughter’s cheek softly.

The two of you had spoke about what to name the baby for a while, a few names tossed around here and there, but none of them felt right. Until Daisy popped into your head.

Fred nodded his head with a happy smile, “Yeah.” In her sleep, the baby stirred at the sound of Fred’s voice, making him scoot impossibly closer to the hospital bed, leaning close to his daughter. “How do you like that, love bug?” he cooed at the sleeping baby on your chest. “Daisy,” he smiled to himself. “I love you so much. You’re going to give mommy a run for her money,” he joked, making you roll your eyes with a breathy chuckle. Fred looked up at you and placed a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t believe we made something as perfect as she is,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

You smiled at your husband and sighed. The man before you was so perfect, helplessly in love with you and the child you created. Slowly, you peeled sleeping Daisy off of your chest and handed her over to an eager Fred, scooping her in his arms, cradling the baby close to his chest. Fred cooed down at his baby who slowly fluttered her eyes open, peering her dark eyes, that looked so like Fred’s, up at him. You laid back in the hospital bed, relaxing as you watched Fred murmur to Daisy, speaking gently and kissing her forehead and nose every now and again. As if you couldn’t fall more in love with Fred, watching him become a father was enough to make you fall in love fifty more times.

Fred rose from the chair he was sat in and started walking around the hospital room, rocking the baby and talking to her about the life she was going to have. “Just wait until Uncle George gets his hands on you,” he whispered as you silently laughed. “Grandma Molly is going to spoil the hell out of you,” he shook his head for his eyes widened and he looked at you. “I shouldn’t curse in front of our baby, should I?” he asks as you shake your head. “Damn it,” he curses again as he winces. “I’ll stop now,” he huffs making you laugh as your eyes feel heavy. The long labor had you exhausted and you had been up with Daisy feeding her and watching her alongside Fred. “Darling,” Fred cooed at you, “get some rest, please. I’ve got Daisy and she’s not due for another feeding for some time. You need to get some rest,” he tells you, walking over to the bed, helping pull the sheets up to cover you as you look up at his handsome face. “I’ll take care of our baby. Don’t worry.”

With a teasing sleepy smile on your face, you say, “I don’t know how much I trust you with a newborn child.” Fred gives you a look, making you chuckle. “I’m kidding, love, I’m kidding.” Fred kisses your forehead, your nose, and then your lips gently, him rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Fred speaks before placing another kiss to your lips softly. He sits himself in the chair again, Daisy looking sleepy again herself. He sighs before clearing his throat and gently starting to sing a melody that sounded all too familiar to you. “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day,” he sings, making your heart flutter in your chest. “When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May,” his voice is soothing, the vibrations from his chest calming Daisy down and putting her in a sleepy trance. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl, talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” his deep voice sings the familiar love song.

Fred looks at you as you watch him with a small smile on your face, tears welling up in your eyes. He was singing your wedding song to your baby. It felt like a dream. Being married to the man you’ve always loved, seeing him cradle your beautiful baby girl in his arms, singing the song you would dance to as teenagers. It was unreal, but somehow, you were lucky enough to be living in it.

“I got so much honey, the bees envy me. I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees,” he continues to sing along, slowly putting both you and Daisy to sleep as you flutter your eyes closed, happy and safe.

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The drive back from the hospital was slow. Fred insisting on not driving faster than twenty miles an hour even though the speed limit was thirty. This caused many cars on the road to change lanes and shoot Fred dirty looks.

“Fred, honey, you can drive faster than this. She’s in a car seat, strapped in very well as you made sure of before we left the hospital, and the road is very clear considering everyone has driven around you,” you tell him from the passenger seat.

He shakes his head, “No way. I am remaining as safe as humanly possible. Can’t risk putting my little flower petal in harm’s way.”

But eventually, you arrived back to your house where your friends and family awaited your arrival patiently. You turned the keys in the lock and pushed the door open, Fred following closely behind you with Daisy in her carrier. “We’re home,” you sing song out at the bunches of people who awaited your arrival in your home.

Everyone rises from the couches and chairs in your home, big smiles on their faces when they see you, Fred, and Daisy enter the door. Molly gasps and covers her mouth, tears already welling up in her eyes as Fred sighs. “Ron! Mum is already crying, you owe me two galleon!” George calls out. “I call holding it first!” George calls out.

“It?” Ginny makes fun of her brother with a light chuckle as Ron cackles from the other side of the couch, earning a pillow toss in the face from George. “I reckon I should hold the baby first considering I am going to be the godmother, right, (Y/N)?” Ginny asks.

George lets out a laugh, “Hilarious, Ginny. Last time I checked it was my twin who had the baby. Surely, I will be the godparent and the first one to hold it.”

“Stop calling the baby it!” Ginny reprimands him. “The baby is a...wait, you never told us what the baby’s sex is,” Ginny looks to you and Fred as the two of you are too preoccupied laughing at the antics of the group already. You weren’t even home five minutes and there was already arguing. “So?”

You look to Fred, giving him the honor of announcing the baby’s sex. “Everyone will get a turn holding her,” he announces as Ginny cheers out in victory, Ron owing George another two galleons, as Molly and Hermione squeal in excitement. “But who ever holds her first needs to wash their hands. I don’t want any dirty paws on my perfect baby girl,” he coos into the carrier before you take off the buckle and scoop Daisy into your arms as she stretches in your arms.

Ginny and George both make a mad dash to the sink, pushing the other out of their ways, trying to wash their hands first. You shake your head with a chuckle, and look down at your baby girl who is fast asleep still, still too young to understand the chaos of a family she was born into.

Molly laughs and speaks, “While those two battle of the soap, little do they know I already washed and sanitized my hands when I came in.” You laugh, knowing Molly Weasley came prepared to be the first one to hold her grandchild.

“Wait,” Fred stops his mother before you can pass the baby over to her. He pulls a vile of hand sanitizer from his pocket and squirts two drops in his mother’s hands, just in case. You slap his arm. “What? Can’t be too safe,” he defends himself. After Molly rubs in the gel, she looks at her son, giving him a sarcastic look. “Alright, now you can hold her,” he speaks as Molly rolls her eyes as you gently place Daisy in her arms.

Molly looks down at the newest addition to the Weasley family and her lights light up. Arthur looks over her shoulder and smiles softly at the beautiful babe in Molly’s arms. “She’s just a doll, isn’t she?” Arthur whispers as Molly cradles your daughter in her arms.

George and Ginny race back into the living room only to find their mother holding Daisy instead of one of them. George groans as Ginny defeatedly flops on the couch. “Snooze you lose, children,” she teases with a smile and George mimics her before flopping on the couch next to Ginny and Harry. Molly looks back at you and Fred with a big smile. “Well done, you two,” she beams as Fred hugs you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head. “She’s simply beautiful.”

“Thank you, Molly,” you smile. “So, do you lot want to know her name?” you ask the group, earning a symphony of yes’s and please’s. You look up at Fred who gives you an encouraging nod. With a gulp, you reveal, “Her name is Daisy.” Hermione smiles widely and claps her hands excitedly. “Daisy Ginevra Weasley,” you finish.

Ginny’s eyes widen in shock at the baby’s middle name. It was important to both you and Fred that you had a family name in there besides the surname. You were insistent on giving Daisy Ginny’s name as her middle name. Ginny played a big factor in why you and Fred got together and she was always there for you every step of your relationship. It only seemed right to name your child after her. “You...you named her after me?” Ginny asks in disbelief as you and Fred nod your heads. “Bloody hell,” she whispers with a smile, tears making her eyes glassy, but she pushes them down with a shake of her head. “I don’t know what to say. I...” Ginny searches for the words, but just ends up running over to you and embracing you and Fred in the tightest hug.

You laugh and give her a squeeze before holding her face in your hands. “You’re my sister, Gin. It only made sense to name our first daughter after someone who means so much to the both of us,” you tell Ginny as she smiles, tears now spilling from her eyes. You wipe away the tears with your thumbs as Fred places a kiss to his sister’s forehead.

Ginny laughs before punching Fred’s arm teasingly. “Merlin, you lot have made me soft,” she wipes her tears with a sniffle, making you and Fred laugh. Molly walks over to her daughter and puts Daisy in her arms as Ginny gasps and holds the baby close to her chest. “Hello, little one,” she whispers as Fred holds you in his arms, smiling wide as he watches his little sister hold his daughter. The sight was enough to make you cry again. The person who had been so influential in you and Fred’s relationship was now holding your first born child. “Reckon you have quite a beautiful middle name, eh?” she laughs before taking a seat next to Harry on the couch.

“Georgina also has a nice ring to it. Daisy Georgina Weasley. It’s not too late, you know,” George tells you and Fred, making you laugh and Ginny give him a dirty look.

“Shut it, you wanker,” she whispers through gritted teeth.

“Ah, ah, ah! No swearing in front of the baby!” George tsks his sister before looking at you and Fred. “You don’t want a godparent who swears in front of children, now do you?” he continues to push Ginny’s buttons as she rolls her eyes, but continues to coo at Daisy who peels her eyes open and peers up at Ginny.

Fred walks towards George who sits in the living room chair and speaks, “Funny you should mention that. (Y/N) and I have both gone back and forth about this for a long while. And we decided that if anything should happen to either of us, we would want you to raise Daisy, George.” George’s eyes widen in disbelief as he looks back and forth between you and Fred as you smile widely. It was a no brainer deciding who Daisy’s godparent would be. George was the first person to know when you were pregnant, he made sure the joke shoppe could function the same now with Fred as a dad, he baby proofed his flat months in advance for Daisy’s arrival. George would be a great uncle and godfather to your child. “What do you say, Georgie?” Fred asks.

George engulfs Fred in a massive bear hug, making your heart swell as Molly wrapped her arm around you, pulling you into her side. Today was surely one of the best days of your life, watching your family care for this new life with so much love and tenderness. George pulls away from Fred with tears in his eyes, clearing his throat, and speaking, “Of course. Yeah, ‘course I will. If anyone lays a finger on that child consider them dead meat.” Fred laughs and hugs his brother again, the two of them sharing a tender moment.

Ginny rises from the couch and with a smile, passes Daisy over to her godfather and uncle. George holds Daisy with utmost care and carefulness. He carefully sits down and smiles at the small baby in his arms. “Hey, peanut. I’m your Uncle Georgie,” he smiles down at Daisy who yawns and stretches in his arms, pushing off her hospital cap in the process to reveal her tufts of strawberry blonde hair. “Ah, the Weasley signature,” George laughs. “Sorry about that one, (Y/N),” he winks as you laugh, sitting on the couch with Ginny’s legs folded over your lap as she kisses your cheek. “Godric, she’s beautiful, Freddie,” George gushes. “You’re gonna be a heart breaker, kid. Just like your mum before she met your dear old dad. You know it took him three times before she finally said yes to go out with him?”

“Alright, no need to embarrass me in front of my three day old child,” Fred laughs, sitting on the arm of the chair.

The whole lot of you sits in the living room, quite still, watching Daisy as she gets passed around the room, each person interacting with her, cooing at her. When she gets passed around to Ron and Hermione, Ron huffs, “So, Ginny is her namesake, George is her godparent, does that make me the cool uncle?”

With a laugh, you shake your head, “Absolutely. Every kid needs a cool uncle and aunt.”

Ron smiles, “Wicked.”

Hermione coos at Daisy, Ron gently brushing her cheek with his forefinger as Daisy yawns widely. “You are a darling,” Hermione blushes to the baby before looking at Ron with pleading eyes.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. I have the daunting job of being cool uncle. Let me get that job done first before we get involved with something else,” he warns as Hermione laughs along with the rest of the group.

You look over to Fred who is already looking at you, love plaguing his eyes as you sigh happily. He smiles at you gently before mouthing an I love you, you reciprocating the action. Everything in this moment felt so right, so perfect.

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“You’re coming over for dinner on Wednesday, right?” Ginny confirms with you as Harry helps her into her coat, baby Lily on Ginny’s hip.

Everyone had come over for Sunday dinner at you and Fred’s house, like every other week. But as the years went by, the dinner guest list had changed and adapted to include more people. Harry and Ginny’s first child as well as Ron and Hermione’s first child became a part of the guest list along with Angelina as she was now engaged to George. It was always something to look forward to at the end of the weekend, having family over. Not to mention, Daisy was obsessed with her cousins.

“Of course. I don’t think Daisy would let us miss it,” you tell Ginny as you kiss Harry and Ginny goodbye. “Dee! Come say goodbye Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry!” you call out to your daughter who is still running around with James, Albus, Rose, and Hugo.

Daisy, now three years old, whines, “I don’t want to say goodbye, Mummy!” She stomps her foot in protest and folds her arms in protest. Daisy loved every moment she spent with her family which only made you and Fred happier. Family was so important to the two of you and the fact that her best friends where her cousins always warmed your hearts.

You smiled at your daughter and replied, “I know, darling. But you’ll see everyone again on Wednesday when we visit Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry’s house.”

Ginny chimes in, “And when you come over, I’ll let you wear my quidditch gloves like last time. How does that sound?”

Daisy’s face lights up and she immediately runs over to Ginny and hugs her legs as Ginny scoops her up and peppers her face with kisses as Daisy laughs wildly. Daisy looked up to Ginny. She always told you and Fred how much she wanted to be like her and play quidditch and fly around on a broom and win all of the games. She even started to demand being called by her middle name and not her first name, but you compromised with Daisy Gin.

Ginny places Daisy back down before calling out, “Alright, Potters! Let’s get a move on. You boys both need a bath,” she huffs when she sees chocolate smeared over both of her boy’s faces as they giggle wildly, running to Harry as he scoops up Albus and sets him on his hip. “Maybe if Uncle Fred didn’t let you eat half of the sweets bin, you wouldn’t need a third bath today,” she speaks, ruffling her hands in James’ hair, giving Fred the stink eye.

“Cool uncles let their cool nephews eat a bit of chocolate now and again, isn’t that right, James?” Fred asks, James fist bumping him in response with a wide grin.

The Potters leave the house with a final round of goodbyes and kisses before Ron and Hermione follow suit, putting on jackets. Hermione bundles Hugo up in his rain boots and rain coat as Rose appears at your feet. “Auntie (Y/N), can Daisy and I have a sleepover again?” she asks, batting her eyes at you with the most devious smile she could conjure up.

Ron rubs his face, “Sweet Merlin, Rose, you are trouble with a capital t.”

You laugh and give Rose a kiss on her forehead, “Of course we can. How about next week you can sleepover here and we can go pancakes in the morning like last time?” Rose’s eyes widen as she and Daisy squeal with excitement.

“Come on, darling,” Hermione calls over to Rose, holding her hand out for Rose to take. “Thanks again, dinner was delicious, (Y/N),” Hermione kisses your cheek goodbye.

“Don’t mention it,” you speak. “We’re still on for drinks with Luna on Friday, right?” you ask as she nods excitedly. “Brilliant. That means cool uncle and cool dad are in charge of the kids,” you beam before giving Ron and hug goodbye.

Ron laughs, “Coolest uncle. I’ve been promoted.” You chuckle before waving goodbye to Ron, Hermione, and the kids. This just left George and Angelina which was always the toughest part of the night.

George slips on his coat as Angelina follows, before he calls out. “Alright, my flower,” he speaks. “Hit me with your best one.” He holds out his arms as Daisy giggles, running into his arms and throws her arms around his neck as George picks her up and swings her around, making Daisy squeal. “Oh, Uncle Georgie loves you so much,” he kisses her cheeks before blowing fart noises in her neck, making her laugh even harder. “I’ve got a proposal for you, my darling. How about little Daisy here helps up open up the shop next Saturday? Teach her about the family business?” he tickles her sides as Daisy giggles, Angelina watching her fiancé lovingly as he entertains the child with ease. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Dad will be there to make sure Uncle George doesn’t corrupt the child,” he teases as you roll your eyes.

You sigh and look at your husband and brother in law. “Yeah, alright,” you comply as Daisy cheers while George spins her around in victory. “Only if that means Angie and I get to have a night out on Saturday.”

Angelina laughs in agreement. “Absolutely. And it’s you lot’s treat,” she adds as you smile before giving her a hug and kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you soon, (Y/N). Thank you again for dinner.”

You watch as George dances around with Daisy, her smiling widely. George was a brilliant uncle and godfather. He was always willing to drop anything when you or Fred needed some help with her. Not to mention, he never minded playing babysitter when you and Fred needed a night alone.

Fred sighed, “Alright, Daisy Gin, time for a bath and bed. You’ve had a long day.”

“No!” she protests, wrapping her arms tighter around George’s neck, pressing her cheek against his as George laughs.

Fred pretends to gasp, “What do you mean no?”

“Uncle Georgie stays with me!” she demands. “And Auntie Angie!”

Fred’s heart swells at how much his young daughter loved his twin and his soon to be wife. “I know you want them to stay, my petal, but it’s time for bed. Besides, we’ll see Uncle George and Auntie Angie on Wednesday,” he tells your three year old as she pouts.

George speaks, “Hey, don’t be upset. That’s very soon. And besides, next time I see you, I’ll have a surprise...” This makes Daisy’s eyes light up with joy and clap her hands. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you bunches.”

“Love you,” Daisy smiles in her tiny voice as George places a kiss to her cheek, Angelina placing another kiss to her opposite cheek, making Daisy giggle. Daisy is handed off to Fred as the last couple leaves with another round of hugs and kisses.

“Get home safe! And be careful on the roads! It’s supposed to storm tonight!” Fred calls out as George and Angelina hop into their car with another wave. Fred closes the door with a sigh. Now it was just you, him, and Daisy. “Alright, you,” he teases Daisy who smiles. “I think it’s time for you to take a bath,” he scoops your daughter up into his arms, taking one of her bare feet in his hand, lifting it up to his nose. He feigns disgust. “Those stink, Daisy Gin!” he exclaims as Daisy giggles. “Mummy, we’ve got a 2342! Stinky feet!”

You gasp, “A 2342?!” Daisy laughs louder. “Get her in the bath! Stat!”

With that, Fred runs up the stairs and to the bathroom as Daisy shrieks with delight as you can’t help but chuckle. Even the simplest things Fred made fun. Each day with Fred as the father of your child was an adventure. He made the simple days extraordinary and the extraordinary days out of this world. He was the center of Daisy’s world; that baby girl loved her father more than anything. Sometimes it made you a little jealous, how much she adored Fred, but you couldn’t stay mad for too long. It was just so damned adorable how she stared up at Fred with so much idolization.

From your bedroom, you could hear Fred and Daisy sing nursery rhymes in the bath, Fred doing silly voices which only made Daisy giggle. The sang, they counted, talked about animals, and colors. Each babbling conversation made your heart swell with love.

“Mummy!” you hear Daisy call from her bedroom.

“Coming, my peanut!”

You walked down the hall and into Daisy’s room, decorated in white and yellow flowers on the walls with a bookcase filled with books and toys, and her small bed with sheets adorned with Holyhead Harpies sheets as per Daisy’s request. She sat on the bed, wrapped in her towel, waiting for you to change her into pajamas. It was your favorite part of the day.

You smiled at your daughter with freshly washed hair, wrapped in a green towel. “There’s my flower,” you smiled as Daisy kicked her legs excitedly. “What pajamas are we wearing tonight? Your Harpies pajamas are in the wash, but you have your daisy pajamas from Uncle Neville and your rainbow pajamas from Auntie Luna.” Daisy thinks for a moment before requesting her daisy pajamas from Neville.

As you change your daughter into fresh pajamas, you listen to her babble about how much fun she had with her cousins and how she couldn’t wait for Wednesday. You smiled to yourself, still wondering how you were so lucky to get the sweetest, most darling little girl in the world as your daughter. You brushed her hair gently before plaiting her red hair that matched Fred’s into two pigtail plaits. Daisy smiled at herself in the mirror as you peppered her right cheek with kisses making her giggle. “I love you, Daisy Gin,” you tell her.

“I love you, Mummy,” she bats her eyelashes, looking up at you with those big chocolate brown eyes that so resembled Fred’s. All of Daisy reminded you of Fred. From her hair to her eyes to the way she spoke, it was all so Fred which only made you love your little tike more fiercely.

You carried her back to bed, tucking her in her sheets before calling out for Fred. Within seconds, Fred appeared with a smile on his face. “Bedtime for my princess,” he smiles before kneeling next to you at her bedside. “Goodnight, my baby,” he kisses her forehead as Daisy closes her eyes with a smile.

“I’m not a baby!” she protests. “I’m a big girl! Like Auntie Ginny!”

Fred smiles as you laugh. “Oh, pardon me! Goodnight, my big girl,” he corrects himself as you lean over and give your baby a kiss on the forehead.

You run your finger through the loose strands of hair that are wispy around her face. “Sweet dreams, my girl,” you speak softly.

“Goodnight, Mummy,” she speaks sweetly, enough to make your heart burst. “Goodnight, Daddy,” she coos at Fred who smiles.

The two of you shut the lights and shut the door gently. You and Fred make your way into your bedroom, getting ready for bed yourselves. As Fred shuts the door behind him, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as you sigh. He presses a trial of kisses up your neck as you smile. “She’s getting so big,” you whine, turning around and facing Fred. He places a chaste kiss to your lips.

Fred sighs. It was true. Daisy was growing up way too fast for your liking. It was exciting, watching her become her own person. But at the same time, you loved her at this age. How small and confident she was. How she thought she was so in control. It was adorable. “I don’t like thinking about it too much,” he confesses. “But...” he trails off before starting to unbutton the buttons of your shirt. “We could prevent that...if we had another...” he suggests as you smirk. “It’s been nearly three years. Don’t you think we deserve another one?” he wiggles his eyebrows. “Another baby to keep Daisy company...”

You shake your head, “Fred Weasley, you are relentless.” You press a kiss to his lips and Fred deepens it, kissing you slowly and tenderly as you gently moan into his mouth. He smirks as he pushes the shirt you wear off your body. Quickly pulling away, you look at him. “Are you sure she’s asleep already? I don’t need our daughter walking in on a situation neither of us want to explain to a three year old,” you tell him.

Fred huffs before kissing you again, mumbling against your lips. “I’m sure.” You give him a knowing look as he groans, “Fine. I’ll lock the door. But you better get your ass in that bed.”

You giggle as Fred runs to the door, locking it as you crawl into the bed, a little too excited.

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A few hours later, you and Fred are fast asleep, Fred shirtless, arm draped around your torso as you wear his shirt to sleep. The sounds of rain hitting the window sound through the master bedroom, the occasional rumble of thunder here and there. To you and Fred, the rain always helped you sleep, but the youngest Weasley disagreed.

Slowly, the bedroom door creaked open further. She held onto her hippogriff plushie tightly, eyes full of worry. “Mummy?” she quietly asked into the room as you stirred in your sleep, slowly recognizing the voice. “Mummy? Daddy?” she called out again.

You woke up, sitting up straight to see your baby girl standing in the door way, fear in her eyes as she clung onto her plushie. Thunder rumbled outside as Daisy gasped, scared of the noise. “Daisy? Baby, what’s wrong, petal?” you asks, sleep laced in your voice.

She ran to the side of the bed as lightning flashed, you scooping her up in your arms as she held onto you tight, shivering lightly. Sadness coursed through your body as you realized your baby was afraid of the storm that was outside. “Aw, my flower,” you cooed as you rocked her back and forth, her sniffling into your chest. “It’s okay, my love,” you speak, kissing her head.

Fred rubs his eyes and realizing that his daughter was crying into his wife’s chest. Panic rises in Fred’s voice, “Is she alright? Do I need to call a Healer? Muggle doctor?”

You shake your head no. “Our little Daisy Gin is afraid of the storm,” you whisper to Fred who nods his head. “It’s alright, baby. Mummy and Daddy are here,” you flip yourself around so Daisy can see her father. “See? We’re here, petal. Everything is alright.”

Daisy sniffles as she looks at Fred and gives him a timid wave. Fred smiles sadly at his princess and speaks, “Hello, flower. The rain woke you up, huh?” Daisy nods her head. “Bloody rain. Should I yell at the rain? And tell it to stop bothering us?” he asks, still groggy, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

Daisy giggles and nods her head as Fred rises from the bed and walks over to the window, opening it up mid-storm despite your protests. He sticks his head out of the window and screams out, “Hey! Rain! Go away!”

Your daughter laughs madly in your arms as you can’t help but chuckle. Surely the neighbors think you have lost your minds. Fred shuts the window and climbs back into bed as you and Daisy’s laughter fades. However, the laughter is replaced with another shriek from Daisy as lightning strikes and thunder rumbles. She retreats further into your chest as you rub her back, kissing her head.

An idea pops into Fred’s head as he opens his arms for Daisy to curl into. He clears his throat and starts, “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May.” Your heart instantly melts at the sound of Fred singing to your daughter like he did the day she was born in the hospital three years ago. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl,” he sings as he looks to you to join him.

“Talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” you join Fred as the three of you lay in the bed, Daisy cuddled in between the two of you, her sniffles fading. You continue to sing until her eyes start to flutter close and her mouth emits small snores. Slowly, you fade out as she is soundly asleep. Fred brushes his little girl’s hair out of her face with a soft smile. You are too occupied looking at Fred and how he stares at your daughter, your heart racing. As if he couldn’t be a better dad.

Fred looks at you with a smile. “I love you,” you tell him with a small shake of your head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more, my dear,” he speaks before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You’re my world. The two of you complete me. My girls.”

With that, you and Fred cuddle up to your sleeping daughter, falling asleep to the sounds of the rain.

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mcufox123 · 3 years ago

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Poofed

WandaxFemReader

Summary: Wanda copes with a life that may not have you in it.

Warnings: Devestation

A/N: This story literally is heartbreaking but in a good way I think. Let me know what you guys think!

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You wake up suddenly to your hand being kicked. It was wrapped around your wife’s very pregnant belly as you both tried to sleep through the night. You smiled dreamily in your sleepy state as you were reminded of the twins who would be born any day now.

You and your wife were a part of the famous superhero group who saved the world numerous times. Shortly after she joined and got acclimated with the team the two of you started dating. It has now been 7 years of being together, 3 of them being married. You had moved out of the compound and were now living in your dream house in the countryside, the perfect place for your growing family.

While Wanda was able to take leave months ago as none of the team wanted your children hurt, you still went to work every day. The team promised that once they were born you would be given 3 months to spend with your family but until then “there were still bad guys out there” in Tony's words of course.

You checked the time to see you still had a half an hour to spare before you had to be at the compound. You made Wanda breakfast and set it up next to her then you got ready for your day. You showered, got changed and before you left you wrote two sticky notes to leave on your wife’s mirror. One saying, “I love you more than chocolate chip cookies.” The second said, “You are looking like such a hot mama today.” You left a kiss on Wanda’s forehead and whispered an ‘I love you’ then you went to work.

Wanda woke later that morning with a smile on her face. She saw the breakfast you set up and immediately started eating because she was starving. After her breakfast in bed, she showered before seeing the notes you left. She actually laughed out loud. Even when you weren’t home you always made her day. She sent you a quick text.

Hi my love! Thank you so much for breakfast! I love you more than tv shows!

After that Wanda went about her day normally before she got bored and decided to go to the compound. When she arrived she saw Bucky and Sam watching tv.

“Hey boys,” Wanda said as she set her bag on the counter before walking over and sitting in between the two.

“Hey Wand, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” Bucky suddenly jumped into protective older brother mode.

“Sit.” Wanda ordered him, glaring at him. She appreciated the gesture, but she was pregnant and not handicapped.

“Yes Ma’am.” Bucky sat not wanting to make Wanda upset.

“Damn man, if she needs something she’ll tell us right?” Sam asked, turning to Wanda.

“Exactly thank you Sam.” They continued watching TV comfortably every once in a while bantering about something.

“Hey guys, where was y/n’s mission today? I usually hear from her by now if she’s going to be later than 6.” Wanda said realizing the time was now past 6 and she still hasn’t heard anything.

“I think they were in Florida today,” Bucky said, scratching his head trying to remember what Steve told them this morning. “Some mission with aliens that Carol warned them about. They’ll be fine. You’re welcome to stay here in your old room though.” He finished. Wanda thanked him before getting up to move to the kitchen, both men hot on her tail.

“Who is hungry?” Wanda asked as she started to get ingredients out for a caprese chicken dish and some pasta.

“Me, for sure. I missed your cooking so much Wanda.” Sam said, taking a seat at the counter pulling out his phone to que up some songs to listen to while you cooked. Dinner was good and shortly after Wanda went to bed in the now foreign space and begged for sleep to consume her. It was hard because she grew used to your arms wrapped around her with your face pressed into her hair. That night she didn’t get much sleep. She sent you a text letting you know she was sleeping at the compound before she rolled over and tried to shut her eyes.

The following morning Wanda woke up to a still empty bed. Now she started getting nervous, she searched for her phone to see no new messages. She took her time getting out of bed but quickly threw on the clothes she was wearing yesterday before heading to the kitchen.

As she was almost there she could hear Steve talking.

“So Wanda’s here?” Steve asked the person he was talking to.

“Yeah she came yesterday and we just told her to stay. So wait, you're telling me that these things just hit a button then poofed with Tony and y/n? Are they alive?” Wanda could now tell the other person was Bucky. She felt like she couldn’t breath, feeling the wind knocked out of her at the words she just heard. She couldn’t hide any longer and barged into the kitchen.

Her hands instantly went into a fighting position holding Steve in a tight grasp so he couldn’t escape.

“Where is she Steve? What happened? You promised me no life or death missions. You promised me she would always come back to me. She said she would never go away.” Wanda said while breaking towards the end and crumpling to the ground. Bucky went over and wrapped her in a hug.

After a few minutes Bucky put Wanda on the couch as now the rest of the team came in and Pepper with her two small children. Steve went over what happened on the mission and how they have no trace of either of their teammates. He made everyone aware that Thor, Carol, and the Guardians of the Galaxy were all in search of their friends.

Wanda felt so lost. Your twins were expected any day and you were gone. How was she going to do it if you weren’t back? How was she going to be strong for your two little ones if you weren’t there? The questions swarmed her head as she tuned out the rest of the team. After hours of talking the team now turned to their tuned out friend to offer some support.

“When was the last time you ate?” Clint asked Wanda, putting his hand on her shoulder to ground her.

“I don't know.” Wanda shook her head still thinking a million miles a minute not making eye contact with anyone.

“Wanda you need to eat. You have two other people to worry about. Y/N will be ok, she will come back.” Steve said, sitting next to her. She collapsed in tears and that was how the rest of the night went, crying and the team forcing Wanda to eat.

The following days Wanda barely left the bed. On the 4th day of you being missing Wanda felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Her eyes started to tear up from both pain and the realization of what was happening. She was going into labor without you. She screamed out in pain and heartbreak.

Steve rushed into the room as soon as he heard Wanda scream, “It’s ok Wanda we’re here, let's get you to the infirmary.” he held Wanda’s hand all the way down to the infirmary. Steve sent a text out to the rest of the team to let them know what was happening and soon familiar faces appeared in Wanda’s room.

They took shifts as they waited for the time to push. Natasha talked about the makeshift nursery they set up for Wanda, Bucky talked about how he got clothes for Wanda and the babies from Wanda’s home, Steve talked about schedules and shifts he made up to help Wanda, Sam bought stuffed animals, and Peter offered to take the babies to the playground. Wanda just sat and listened, grateful for her friends and the help they were giving her. All she could think about was how you should be there.

You should be freaking out everytime Wanda had a contraction, asking if she should get the doctor. She knew you would try to find her favorite shows on the TV and rub her back whispering soothing words. She needed that more than anything, she needed you. She needed you to be there for your twins first breath, for bringing them home, for the countless sleepless nights.

Soon the doctor entered the room, “Wanda it looks like you are ready to push,” nurses entered behind them with all of the equipment needed for the babies’ delivery. Wanda nodded trying to prepare herself for the experience that was moments away. “Would you like anyone in the room with you?” and Wanda did, she wanted you but you weren’t there. So she asked her best friend Nat to stay with her to which Nat agreed.

They got into position and Wanda endured the hardest fight of her life, childbirth. She could’ve sworn she broke Natasha’s hand from how hard she was squeezing. Soon a melodic sound broke through the pain as her first child was born. “It’s a boy!” she heard and she started to cry of joy. She had a son. The joy didn’t last as she felt another urge to push. “And we have another boy!”

Wanda was so relieved that both boys were here and healthy. You kept telling her that you could feel it was two boys, two football players, you would say. They brought the babies to wanda and laid them on her chest. Nat was quick to snap a quick photo before exiting the room to let the rest of the team know, giving Wanda a moment with her children.

Nat walked out of the room to see no one in the waiting room. She asked the nurse where everyone was who informed her that they were outside. She walked quickly outside hoping you were back. Instead she saw someone else. Tony on his hands and knees crying while the rest of the team was surrounding him.

“What? Where’s Y/N?” Bucky was the first to speak. Everyone was too scared to hear what happened, why Tony was back but not Y/n.

“I don’t know. One minute we were in a room being questioned the next thing I know y/n lunged at the guy questioning us. She was fighting with him for the poof thing. Then after she successfully got it we realized only one of us could go back while the other had to hit the button. She didn’t even give me a second. And now, now here I am and she is there. Where’s Wanda I have to tell her something?” Tony suddenly looked frantic.

“No, you’re going with Bruce to do everything you can to get Y/N back.” Clint said, poking Tony in the chest. “You are not doing anything else until she’s back. And you definitely are not seeing Wanda. That girl just had to give birth to twins without y/n, she’s destroyed.” Clint walked back into the infirmary while everyone was still in shock.

“I ‘m sorry. I ‘m going to bring her back.” Tony promised before walking towards the lab to get in contact with the people who were already searching for y/n.

Meanwhile Wanda was still in awe of the two boys in her arms, memorizing all of their features. She knew their names, you and her had picked out the names for all twin scenarios and for two boys it’d be Tommy and Billy. She started to hum a tune she remembered as a child. She started to get upset as she remembered the last time she hummed the song.

You had just walked in from a long day helping in the lab and training. You saw Wanda in the kitchen cooking dinner before turning to see you. She gave you the biggest smile as she came over to wrap her arms around you. Her pregnant stomach left some room between you two as she reached up to plant a kiss on your lips.

“How was your day my love?” she asked walking back to the stove to turn it off and putting the food on the table.

“I'm so tired. Tony was going on about this new feature he wants to make for the quinjet and then Nat beat my ass at training. I don't want to do anything.” Wanda sensing your mood guided you to the couch she sat then pulled you down so your head was on her lap. She played with your hair to calm you down.

“The babies were very active today kicking the heck out of me” she giggled to which you turned your face to her stomach. You placed your hands on her stomach.

“Hey you two, stop kicking mama. I know you want to play football but you're gonna have to wait till you come out of there.”

“How do you know they’ll want to play football?” She questioned you.

“I can just feel it in my bones.” You said as your eyes fluttered close. Dinner was long forgotten as Wanda continued to play with your hair humming the tune and you drifted off to sleep.

The following week after the twins’ birth was very hard for Wanda. She went through all the firsts by herself. Instead of going through the first night with you she went through it alone. Instead of bringing them home together with big smiles she took them to her room in the compound. Instead of introducing the twins to the team with you they were all by Wanda’s side before she could introduce them.

She spent the nights in bed. Someone on the team was always sleeping on a cot to help her during the nights. It had been 11 days since you went missing and you had already missed the biggest week of your little family’s life.

On the 11th day Wanda left the sleeping twins with a sleeping Uncle Bucky and roamed around the compound seeing you everywhere she went. In the kitchen where you both cooked dinner for the team all the time. On the couch where you spent countless nights watching tv shows and movies. In the training room where you pinned Wanda more times then she likes to admit. Then she headed towards the lab.

She stood shocked.

Right in front of her was a man that betrayed her. A man that you had put your life in the hands of who disappointed you. She stormed at him in a fit of rage. “You son of a bitch! Where is she? What did you do to her? I'm going to kill you!” Wanda screamed at him while hitting his chest. Tony let her, knowing that this was what she needed. Wanda continued to curse him out before Tony finally grabbed her hands.

“Stop. I get it. I'm the bad guy, and I deserve to be. I messed up the biggest moment of both of your lives. You can keep hitting me, knock me out, whatever you have to do. There is something I have to show you first though.” Tony let go of Wanda’s hands before walking to the screen to pull up a video for Wanda.

When it came through it was you. You were sitting in a bare room and Tony was asleep on the floor behind you. Your hair was a mess and you looked exhausted.

“Friday is it recording? Yes? Ok here we go. If anyone is watching this I probably did something stupid and I ‘m so sorry. If it’s Wanda hi babe. Man, I think it’s been 3 days and I miss you like crazy. I ‘m trying to figure out a way to get back to you and the babies I promise.” Wanda can feel the tears rolling down her face. “Well I think I have a plan. You aren’t going to like it but I promise you that it will all work out and I will come back to you. Babe I don't have much time they are coming back. I love you and our twins so much. I am going to do everything to come back to you.” Then the screen went black.

“Play it again, Tony.” Wanda asked Tony and he did. She watched it about 10 more times. Just hearing your voice made Wanda feel better.

“Thank you for showing me that. Can you send it to me?” Wanda asked, keeping her eyes locked on yours on the screen. Tony nodded and Wanda walked out of the room back to the twins.

After that day Wanda had hope. She knew you would come back to her. She watched that video every night on repeat to fall asleep too. She played it for the twins and other videos of you so they could hear your voice. The team noticed the change in Wanda as well. They were very skeptical but didn’t question her mood change.

After a month of you being missing Wanda had almost given up hope. Tommy was fussy and Billy had an explosion in his diaper and it was the first time the team had all gone on a mission so no one was with her. She was crying while changing Billy’s diaper while using her powers to rock Tommy’s baby seat.

“Ah boys, it’s ok mamas here. We’ll be ok sh sh sh.” She was so frustrated she couldn’t even get the diaper on Billy. There were a few more minutes of Tommy crying and Billy and now Wanda before she heard Tommy stop. She didn’t even turn around; she figured he just fell asleep.

When she turned with Billy in her arms she was shocked to see the person standing in front of her. It was the love of her life with her son. A sight Wanda never thought she would see. You looked skinnier, tons of bruises and cuts littered your skin. Your clothes were tattered and your hair was a mess in your face. Wanda thought you still looked just as beautiful. She had Billy in her arms as she slowly walked towards you not believing her eyes. She reached up and touched your face to make sure you were there. And you were.

With Tommy in one hand you reached up with your other to place on top of Wanda’s. “Hey there stranger.” You said with a chuckle. She wrapped her arm around you and started sobbing. You put Tommy in the bassinet still holding onto Wanda then reached for Billy placing him next to his brother. Then you did the thing you had been wanting to do forever.

You held onto Wanda as she sobbed in your arms. You stroked her hair while whispering “I’m here,” over and over in her ear.

Your arms were around Wanda but your eyes were on your twins. You soon began to cry, realizing how much time you missed. Wanda pulled away when she felt something drip on her shoulder.

“It’s ok my love you’re here now. You won’t miss anything else. You’re here.” Wanda promised with her hands on either side of your face to make you look at her. You leaned down and gave your love a long awaited kiss. Both of you being grateful to have the other there to comfort each other.

You soon pulled away from Wanda to look at your twins.

“I told you two football players.” You chuckled as you picked up the other baby who you have not held yet. “Who is who?”

“That’s Billy and this is Tommy.” She said while picking up the other baby. You both made your way to the bed with the twins and got comfortable next to each other. You stared at them trying to take in the two people who were now your own.

“I’m so sorry I missed all of it. I tried to get back as fast as I could. I really did. I thought when I sent Tony back it was going to be hours and I would be back. But I see metal man's mind isn’t what it used to be.” You rambled on. You wanted Wanda to know just how sorry you were.

“It’s ok. You’re here now and I’m not letting them take you anywhere. You’re staying with us for as long as I want.” Wanda assured you. You sat with your family for hours just basking in their presence and soaking it all in. You changed every diaper and did anything Wanda needed until she ordered you to go shower. While watching your 7th episode of grey's anatomy you dozed off with the babies between you and Wanda.

You only woke when you heard the rest of your rag tag group of friends enter the compound from their latest mission not even trying to be quiet. You turned to see Wanda still awake nursing Billy.

“Should we scare them?” You asked Wanda with a grin on your face. “You can if you want.” She didn’t feel one way or the other. Knowing how much the team helped her while you were missing.

You stood up and hid behind the closed door. It opened halfway.

“Hey Wanda how’d everything go?” Steve asked, you could feel multiple people enter the room however.

“Boo!” you jumped out to scare the team. Bucky not knowing it was you punched you in the stomach.

“Ah shit sorry y/n.” he said before recognition came to his eyes and the others. “Wait y/n?” he stared in disbelief. Nat was the first to tackle you in a hug before the others were soon to follow.

“How, how, how did you get back?” Tony asked with tears in his eyes.

“Well I thought you would figure it out quickly once I sent you back but that didn’t happen. I kept waiting and finally decided to just do it myself. I befriended another prisoner who promised to poof me back. And then when they did I was in the training room. I got Wanda’s text and just assumed she was still here and made my way up to her room.” They all said how happy they were that you were back. You ate dinner as a family and spent the night in your room with your beautiful wife and boys.

“Let’s go home tomorrow.” you suggested to your half asleep wife in your arms.

“You are my home.” she said and you felt warmth well up in your chest.

“I love you so much darling.” you nuzzled closer to her.

“I love you more.” and you both fell into a deep sleep which neither of you had had for a long time.

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nightfrostshadow · 4 years ago

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To Save a Villain

Prompt by @gingerly-writing

“Well, hero, looks like you have quite the decision to make. Leave me here to bleed out and stain your precious hands with blood, or call an ambulance and keep me alive to ruin your life another day. Which will it be? I’m so excited to find out.”

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Hero glared at Villain who looked like he was lounging on the ground except a hand was covering his abdomen and blood was pooling around him. His face though twisted in a smirk was pale and she could visibly see the strain it took for him to not fall flat. He was already sitting on the ground and was doing all he could to not keel over.

Villain smiled as he painstakingly spoke once more with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. “Wait you wouldn’t be so cruel to call the ambulance and leave? You know considering who I am, they would probably just speed up my journey to The Underworld.”

He looked up at her, “The only way to keep me alive would be to take me to your home and save me yourself. It is your fault after all you know?” He said gesturing to the wound with a grimace.

Hero sighed; her conscience would never let her leave him for dead. She groaned at the thought of what she was going to have to do. She reluctantly walked over to Villain and knelt beside him and gently- or as gently as she could- carried him on her back and headed home. Luckily, she could fly. She could not imagine transporting him any other way that wasn’t as fast as flying.

She entered her apartment through the window which she had kept open for this very purpose. Not exactly open but not locked either so she could just push it open from the outside. This was something only someone who could fly could do because she lived on the fifth floor. So it wasn’t too dangerous to do. Though coming back with Villain had certainly not been part of her plan. It was just a speedy way to enter her home.

She quickly laid Villain down onto her couch after throwing a spare cloth over it. She rushed to find her first aid kit. She fretted as she removed his shirt and had absolutely no idea what to do for the literal gaping hole in Villain’s abdomen which was spilling his blood all over. She rushed over muttering to Villain. “I’m not the right person for this!”

However, a very quick search on her phone later she managed to at least decently, if not perfectly, clean the wound and stop the bleeding before wrapping it up. She highly doubted it was the proper procedure but she would take it since Villain’s breathing had evened out.

It had started to get laboured a few minutes ago. His face though pale was not ghostly anymore. She let out a deep breath, one she hadn’t even noticed she was holding. Luckily this was enough because Villain healed faster than normal people. So even though what she had done was probably not enough for a normal person, for Villain it was more than enough.

Now that she wasn’t worried anymore, she quickly took off her jacket which had been stained with Villain’s blood while she had been carrying him. She didn’t have time to worry about cleaning it up now so she just deposited it onto a chair and decided to worry about that later.

She looked at Villain. He was quietly taking in the sight of her bandaging across his abdomen. He looked up with a weak smile that was slowly growing stronger as he healed. “Thank you for letting me stay the night. I appreciate it.”

Hero stared in surprise, “What did you just say? You aren’t staying the night. Absolutely not.”

Villain stared at her, “How fast do you expect me to heal? I’ll be fine tomorrow morning. It’s already night. The sun set an hour ago. I’m all for sleeping early today and I think you should too. Today was a pretty busy day.”

Hero didn’t argue. She knew it would be of no use so she silently disappeared into a room and reappeared a moment later carrying a blanket. She considered throwing it at Villain to spite him but then her conscience reminded her about the injury so she reluctantly draped it over him all the time glaring at him silently warning him not to joke about it.

Villain smiled but said nothing as his eyes sparkled. Hero finally spoke when she was done, “I’m turning in early tonight. Good Night.”

As soon as Hero left and went to her bedroom, Villain was left alone in the hall. He slowly lifted the blanket and checked on his wound with his powers. He estimated it would be an hour or two before he was completely healed. Until then he decided to just wait.

About two and a half hours later Villain awoke. He blinked his eyes as he looked around him for a moment wondering where on earth he was. Then he realised he must have dozed off. He quickly lifted the blanket and gently pulled off half of the bandaging that Hero had done, or tried to at least. He recalled her frantic google search before doing so and chuckled. He could see that he had fully healed.

Villain smiled. Not bad considering the fact that he had almost died a few hours ago. He did owe Hero for that. Then again it was her fault that he had gotten hurt. They were even. However, he was a villain who returned favours. He decided to get her some chocolate perhaps as he scanned the room with his eyes to see if he could find out what Hero liked. He spotted a bar of chocolate on a table. He got up and walked over to the kitchen. He saw many more of them in a box. He grinned. Well, that was settled. She liked chocolate.

In the meantime… he quickly grabbed one and started eating it. Who doesn’t love chocolate after all? He had never tried that particular type before. He mentally added it to the list of chocolates he liked because it was absolutely delicious.

He considered going back home but he didn’t want to leave without a word. He preferred grand exits. He went back and made himself comfortable on the couch and went to sleep.

The next time when Villain awoke it was around five ‘o’clock in the morning. He frowned as he glanced at the wall clock. He usually woke up an hour earlier than that time. His body probably needed extra rest after that injury yesterday. He sighed as he quickly got up and folded the blanket. He was a good guest after all. He smirked as he thought of what Hero’s face would look like when he said he was a guest.

He didn’t have his toothbrush or anything here so he just washed his face and went to wake Hero up before heading home. Goodness how was she still sleeping? The sun was almost about to rise. A few golden beams of light had appeared near the horizon. He walked into the room to see Hero tightly wrapped up in her blanket.

He almost laughed at the sight. It wasn’t even that cold. He called out her name to wake her up. She didn’t budge. He finally used his powers and levitated her into the living room and set her down on the couch which he had just vacated.

Finally, she woke with a jerk. Sleepy eyes looked up at him. As soon as she registered who it was, she glared at him. “How could you wake me up so early!”

Villain scoffed, “Early? It’s late! Anytime after the sun rises is late. Well, I’m about to leave so I had to do you a favour and wake you up.”

Hero slowly eased herself into a sitting position and stared in shock as she registered where Villain was standing. He had jumped onto her window frame and it looked like he planned on exiting that way.

She jumped up and ran towards him, “Wait! You can’t do that when you’re injured!”

Villain turned back with a grin, “Aw, I’m extremely touched you care about me. I was healed last night don’t worry.”

Hero spluttered, “Who-Who cares about you? Wait-WHAT did you just say?”

Hero was fully awake now with all the shock and realization setting in, “You were fully healed last night? Then why didn’t you leave?”

Villain’s eyes twinkled mischievously, “Well what’s the fun in that? Oh and thanks for that bar of chocolate.”

He smirked, “I’ll be back soon to repay the favour. You’ll be seeing me quite often now that I know where to find you.”

With that he winked and with a little wave he leapt off.

Hero sighed as she looked around and spotted the blanket he had folded. The only sign other than her blood-stained jacket that Villain had been here. Then again, it was hard to believe she had brought Villain to her house.

She slowly walked back towards her room surprised to find that she was actually looking forward to Villains next visit.

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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 4 years ago

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Always and forever

summary: Fans see you and Calum cuddled together in a video and they wonder who the mystery girl is.

a/n: the video they posted of all of them in their studio “announcing” the fifth album. Also I love how Michael announced they're making an album just like that haha. Also I'm writing this as if the pandemic wasn't even a thing because it's more fun that way haha, also reader is known by hanging out with Sierra and the guys. This is my first calum fic so feedback is always acceptable

You and the girls were all invited to come to the guy’s studio to check out and see them make the beginning of their new album, you were so excited for them and you and the girls would be standing behind them and supporting them on the new album.

You were getting ready while Cal waited for you downstairs, you didn't dress up that much, you only wore one of Cal's hoodies and a pair of jeans. You knew you were gonna be there for a while so you were gonna dress comfortably. You always liked seeing cal do his thing, you admired how passionate he was when it came to his work. As you walked down the stairs you noticed Cal was laying on the couch looking at his phone so you joined him as he took you in his arms.

“Are you ready to go?” he said as you looked up at him and nodded.

“Yeah I am, I'm excited for you guys.” you said with a smile as he pulled you in for a kiss.

“Thank that means a lot, I'm glad I have you here with me, I mean you are my inspiration after all.” he said you giggled and he pulled you in for a small cuddle.

“You know i'll always be here for you, always.” you said muffled as you two cuddled on the couch before leaving your place.

You were one of the many people Calum cared for, he always thought that he would never fall in love again, but with you it was different, he was able to be more than himself when you were with him. You allowed his mind to be open with you. To even add more to this story, you thought you wouldn't love again as well, you were heartbroken so many times as well, and well when you met cal, you two probably fell in love with one another the first time you two laid eyes on one another. You two met as if you were normal people, well you were introduced by Luke’s girlfriend, but nonetheless you met as normal people.

As you arrived you hung out with Sierra, while the boys were doing their warm up and a little while after KayKay and Crystal showed up and the gang was pretty much there.You and the girls were always here to support your guys, it was practically tradition, but this was a nice thing to do, since not everyday you see everyone. As much as you missed the boys you missed your girls.

The cameras then started to roll for a small announcement for the fans to see, it wasn't official yet, but the guys wanted to place a nice presence in the video for the fans to guess what they were up to. Which is why you chose the traditional hoodie and jeans because you knew fans would assume its you and you hoped this disguise worked since you and cal haven't gone official, or so you thought.

When the boys were kinda stuck they called a break the guys all went to their gals and cal walked over to your on the couch and cuddled you as you kissed him. “How's it going rockstar?” you asked as he looked over at you with a smile as he placed a kiss on your lips and he got comfortable with you.

“Pretty good, got some good lyrics in and a couple of new tunes.” he said as he moved to be the little spoon and he took his beanie off so you could play with his hair, this was one of the many things he likes when he needed inspiration or relax, mainly both but you were happy to do so. “Hey, that's good bubs, I'm happy it's going well, I'm proud of you.” you said he looked at you in awe and just couldn't believe how lucky he was.

For him he always found inspiration for lyrics in moments like these. No matter how small or big the moments were, there was always some sort of feeling he felt, it was more than love. He never felt this way ever in his life before, he knew he would follow you everywhere and you would do the same.

“Im making another song about you,” cal said as you looked down at him again, you loved that he made you songs, but you knew his fans would probably like to hear different songs. “Cal you don't have to, you should focus on what your fans like.” you said as he looked up at you with a pout, “babe, the fans would love you once they know, and besides its pretty official, the boys love it.” he said as you giggled, “Don't worry about that love, besides my fans probably like you more than me and they don't even know yet.” he said as you two laughed a little and your cuddle sesh continued before he had to go back in.

After a couple more hours of the boys working and you guys getting to listen to some of the music they had come up with, you were very excited to hear the final cut. You were proud of the progress they all made, you knew the final cut would turn out great.

You all said their goodbyes and hopped to see them again for another meet up session. You and Cal went home and did your normal night routine, you would watch another movie or a couple episodes of a show you were currently watching. Then you would eat some dinner, you either made something small or you ordered some food. After you eat you would head up to your shared room and do your skincare, you two always loved doing it together, especially sheet face masks, those were your favorite and he always had a couple pictures of you two, but mainly you.

This was pretty much “normal” about your lives, and he cherished them everyday, especially when he was away on tour, he would always look back at your silly pictures together and remember that you were always going to be there waiting for him. You missed him as well when he was away and you were grateful you had a part of him, which was duke, you would take him on walks and little small picnic dates which you later showed cal, which he loved how you would take care of him while he was away. He was practically your son, but you didn't know that was your title, it was a secret between cal and duke.

As the morning hit you woke up with cal’s arms around you as you looked over at him seeing his sleepy self. You knew that these sessions took up a lot of energy internally since he was creating music for everyone to hear. You enjoyed seeing him sleeping peacefully. You snuggled closer to him as you kissed his jaw and he started to wake up a little.

“Good morning love” he said with his morning voice as you two kissed one another, “Good morning, how'd you sleep bubs?” you said as duke had climbed in between you too as you kissed duke, “pretty good as usual i had you in my arms.” he said as you looked up to him with a smile.

The first night you two spent the night together, you both fell asleep instantly, the things that were planned for the rest of the night had been swiped away, but you two enjoyed being with one another even if you were just sleeping. You two helped one another sleep, you couldn't remember the last time you actually had a good night's sleep. When calum was away, he couldn't sleep and he would be so tired when he would come home, which he felt bad for because he wanted to spend the day with you, but you always insisted on him to rest and that you would be by his side when he woke up since you too were tired and needed him by your side.

As you were eating breakfast, the video their team worked on was posted, it was very simple, nothing too complex about it. Cal knew his team was amazing so he was gonna wait to see it once it was posted by one of the guys.

His phone then started to blow up, first it was twitter, then it was instagram. Your phone then too started to ring. You both looked at one another with a quite confused look, cal picked his phone up and then he saw the video that his team posted, it looked so good to him, but when he went to the comments, he saw people were tagging you as you were seeing that as well on your phone.

@5sosforever3CALM: OMG thats literally @y/n! OMG OMG

@5sosupdates: CAL HAS A GIRL, SIERRA PROBABLY GOT THEM TOGETHER

@lukemikeycalash: HOLD UP IS THAT @y/n????

@caldreams: YALL REALLY OUT HERE POSTING THIS WITH NO CONTEXT

He went back to the video and looked at it closely, and there was a clip of the two of you on the couch having your small moment. Your face wasn't clear to the camera, but how did they know? Your hair was showing and your nose, but how could they get that from one clip? He looked at his tagged photos and saw that they were comparing you side to side with your side profile.

“Oh no, our fans are literally FBI agents, how did they get that from one picture?” Cal said as you giggled, then saw Luke's contact appear and you answered it.

“Hey.” you said with a giggled, “hey, have you seen the comments?” he asked as cal answered, “yeah we saw, but how do they know it's her?” he said as those two kept going back and forth. “So should i ask out team to delete it?” he asked as you shook your head, “Luke it's fine, i'm not that bothered, doing nothing will just let them make up other theories.” you said as you were calm the outside, but you were freaking out on the inside.

“Are you sure?” cal asked as you nodded, “yeah i am, as long as you're okay with it.” you said as he nodded and you said goodbye to luke and you two continued your breakfast.

You sat on the couch after breakfast and did your normal thing, you knew Cal was freaking out because he was still on his phone trying to see if the fans were coming up with new theories, but no they were stuck on it. He was freaking out because he wanted you to feel comfortable, you both agreed on keeping your relationship private, but you knew once it was out of the bag people would find out.

“Cal, if you want we can announce it officially.” you said as he looked over at you with a smile. He had been wanting to go official years back, but he respected you and well he liked keeping your relationship private, since most things in his life were already out there. He wanted something serious with you and he wanted this to do it right.

“Really? Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured because the fans are figuring it out.” he said as you nodded, “yes cal, besides you looked stressed out, we've been together for 5 years and besides like you said hopefully they'll like me.” you said as he shook his head, “no they're going to love you as much as i love you.” he said as the both of you had pulled up pictures of the two of you and captioned it, “Alright done, ready?” he asked as you nodded,“3...2….1!” he said as you both posted the pictures and you had turned off your phones. You knew it would be blowing up in minutes, so today was going to be spent with one another.

The next morning you woke up by a duke who had climbed into the bed as you saw Cal was missing, he probably had gotten up to make breakfast,“Hey duke, where's your dad huh.” you said as you held him in your arms as you walked towards the kitchen where cal had been preparing the table for you guys to eat. “Hey rockstar, what's this for?” you asked as you placed duke down and cal placed his hands on your jaw and you moved in to a kiss, as you smiled through it.

“Just wanted to make my lady some breakfast.” he said as you saw him being all cheeky and you grinned at him, almost making him blush, “Well this is nice, does it have to do with what we did yesterday?” you said as he nodded with a slight grin,“Depends on what you’re talking about” he asked as he smirked at you slapped his arm playfully. You two had gotten in the mood and well it's probably best to keep it a secret.

“Cal! Not in front of duke.” you said as you two laughed and nodded, “well i liked what we did after the post, but yeah the fans reacted well.” he said as you smiled seeing him so happy, “I'm glad, wait what picture did you post?” you asked as you got your phone and clicked on instagram, “just a couple of us and one of duke,” he said as you nodded and looked through. The first one was of the two of you two on your first date, which was one of the many dates you had after going out, but this one was your first date as boyfriend and girlfriend. The second one was a picture of the two of you asleep on the tour bus, when you had tagged along with them since you had free time saved up and cal loved that you were there, he was able to see you everyday, even when he was preforming and you were in the crowd.

“Where did you get that one of us on the bus?” you asked in awe of that picture, “the guys took it after the show and they later sent it to me,” he said with a smile as you swiped to the next photo. This was a picture of you when Cal and the guys were nominated for an award and even won and he brought it home to you and took a silly picture with the award. the next one was the first night you spent together and you were doing sheet face masks, that's how it all got started. And the last one was a picture of you and duke when you first met, duke was all over you and was happy to finally meet you. You remembered all of these moments clearly, they were moments you cherished the most. You then looked at the caption and cal had seen your eyes trailing the text waiting to see you reaction.

@calumhood: i guess you guys figured it out, so here it is. This is my soulmate, my person and Duke's mom. I never thought i would love again, but the day i met her i was already falling for her and well she's the best thing that has ever happened to me and of course our pup Duke. The day she came into mine and duke’s life we were blessed. She inspires me to be a better person and artist everyday and is the inspiration to all of the music I write for the band, so you can thank her for our records. She is one of the many people I love in life and I hope you can love her the same way I do. Duke and I love you forever and always. @y/n <3

You looked up at him with small tears in your eyes and a smile. He looked over at you and saw you were crying as he was worried he didn't expect you to cry.

“Hey, you okay? What's wrong? Did someone say something?” he asked as you nodded, “yeah you did,” you said with a smile showing him the caption he wrote and he smiled and gave you a hug. You then cut your moment short and looked at Duke and back at him,“I'm Duke's mom?” you asked as he looked at you in awe and nodded, “yeah of course you are, you always were, probably since the first day you spent the night. He was pretty bummed out after you left.” he said as he remembered that day his pup was missing their favorite girl.

“Aw cal, all i wrote in the caption was a heart,” you said as he shook his head, “love, you show me everyday how much you love me, especially when we were away, this was my way to show you as well, but i'm not stopping there, i will show you everyday how much you mean to duke and i, but especially me. I meant what I said, forever and always.” he said as you kissed him and duke had wanted some in on this moment.

You two who never believed in soulmates or even love yet you both found it again. The love you two have was something you couldn't describe with words. It was out of this universe to be quite frank with you. You were soulmates lost, and once found, you were happy with one another, your love was strong, any other couple would have broken up when their significant other was away, but the both of you were different. Different but perfect for one another. Cal knew that once you were in his life he would do his very best to keep you in his life forever and always.

#calum hood imagine #calum hood #5sos calum #calum 5sauce #calum hood 5sos #calum fluff #calum hood fluff

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izchone · 4 years ago

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— GAMES. l.mk

genre: fluff, angst? but like it’s all fluff

sum/info: mark pays all his attention to his video games to where he forgets about you. tw// mentions of food, skipping meals, mention of a gun in video game context

“what the heck haechan you literally walked passed the gun over there!” mark yelled through his headset. since he’s on a little break, he’s been playing video games all day and all night. you don’t mind this, however, sometimes he gets a little too focused on it to the point he doesn’t know you’re right there in front of him.

“mark? i made you a smoothie, and it’s been in the fridge for like, two days,” you said behind him. “do you want me to put it in a cup so you can try it?”

“uh, yeah sure,” he replied rather quickly.

you nodded your head and headed into the kitchen to fill up a glass for him.

“here,” you came into his room and placed down his drink. “it’s a new recipe so tell me how it tastes.”

you shut the door to his room and continued doing whatever you were doing which was absolutely nothing. it was kind of boring without mark around, since he would talk and talk about useless things when you came over to his place.

“y/n, the smoothie is good!” mark suddenly shouted from his chair. you chuckled and yelled back a “thank you!”

three hours have passed, and mark still hasn’t moved out of his place. you were sleeping on the couch hoping that mark would say something. you woke up and looked at your phone and it showed 12:08 am on the lock screen. you put down your phone almost immediately and got up to knock on his door.

“it’s past midnight..” you said groggily. “are you done yet?”

he heard your voice through the crack of the door and rushed to open it for you. he hugged your tired figure and sat you down on his bed.

“yeah, i finished like a minute ago,” he said to you. “why are you still up? it’s really late.”

“i was waiting for you to eat with me,” you answered. “you didn’t even eat dinner or lunch.”

“so you didn’t eat??”

“no, i did eat. but you didn’t eat more than half of today! you didn’t get to talk to me that much either,” you shot back at him in the softest tone possible since you were sleepy.

he sighed. “im sorry babe. we can have a nice breakfast in the morning. and then, we can do whatever you wanna do for the rest of the day. is that good?”

“can we go to the pastry café?” you asked, voice small.

“yes, we can go to the pastry café.” he laughed a little at your sudden question. “but for now, let’s get some sleep. and you’re staying here, it’s too late to go back home,” mark replied. you nodded your head while both of you laid down. as you got comfortable, he rested his hand on your jaw and started to rub his thumb on the apple of your cheek.

“rest well, i love you,” he whispered while he kissed your forehead.

#second try of uploading #i still don’t know how to feel about this one🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱cringe kind of #might take down guys 👍👍#mark lee #mark lee fluff #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct #nct 127 #mark

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writingsbychlo · 3 years ago

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Ayyy Congrats Chlo! Can I get a 💭 of Noah when his girl is pregnant? Like how is he through it snd when she's in labor?

no more requests, the sleepover is over, I'm just finishing up what's in my inbox!

I got so carried away with this

he would be so good by the labour stage

but lets be real, he takes a hot minute to get adjusted

now, don't get me wrong, this was planned

and he is damn excited to be a dad

you've been taking folic acid and vitamin D and all the good stuff

and you were both elated and crying when the test came back positive

but he does take a moment to actually realise what it means

like he did not think that far through, if he's honest

rubbing your back throughout morning sickness

but like, he doesn't quite get it

you have a significantly lowered sex drive

breast tenderness and morning sickness and he is kinda sexually frustrated

it takes him a moment to adjust to that because y'all had been pretty active before, and he has to take care of himself now

not to mention, you're a lot more sleepy

he knew you'd get sleepy, but he expected it to come later, not as early in the pregnancy as the first few weeks

so there's a lot of things that have to be cancelled

like concerts and things

but he was looking forwards to them

and it causes some arguments to begin with

like when he went to the concert with boyd instead

and you'd put a blanket and pillow on the couch for him

or the argument that came with him insisting that he could ride the bike a little longer

and the little strop he gets in when you throw out all the foods on the list your midwife gave you after your first antenatal appointment

"you can't eat them, but I can! why do we have to throw it all out?"

"because you're supposed to be supporting me!"

"I am supporting you, but I still want to eat my food!"

"fine, keep it then!"

and he feels bad two weeks later when you go to game night

and derek and stiles have laid out an awesome looking spread

with charcuterie boards and cheeses and crackers and wine

and he knows how much you love all of that stuff

and you literally can't have any of it

in fact, you brought your own meal, which is a salad and plain crackers and it's not exactly game night material

and so he does some research into food and writes down everything you can and can't have

and he watches a video on best recipes for pregnancy and he makes one for you

a little surprise dinner for when you get home from work

"what's all this?"

"well, you know, your meals look kinda' miserable. but, you're literally growing our child, so you should get to eat nice things, and I googled a good recipe for pregnancy safe meals."

noah getting laid that night

and afterwards, when you're asleep on his chest, he realises how easy it is when he stops thinking it's gonna be a struggle

at around about 7 weeks, you start getting more emotional

crying more at movies and getting mad at random things and being a lot clingier than usual

which he doesn't mind, of course

but it freaks him out sometimes

"noah, what the fuck?" while in tears and he's freaking out because he has no idea how bad he fucked up or what he did "there's a dead bird in the garden, noah, that's got to be some kind of omen, oh my god, what if you die? why would you just die, noah?"

so he cleans up the dead bird

but now you're mad because you're worried about him abandoning you

"baby, if I was gonna' abandon you then why would I have married you, huh?"

and it takes him a hot minute to get used to that too

however, he also learns how to direct it at other people for his own amusement

"hey, baby, did you know that stiles wears socks to bed, even in the summer?"

"you wear socks to sleep in the summer? you're sick, stiles. you're sick. I don't want you near my child, you're weird, you and your socks and your sweaty toes can stay away. you're so gross."

"what the fuck?"

and noah just laughing his ass off about it

you also have to pee a lot more so noah has to take that into account

you're still fully able to go hiking and do the things the two of you love doing

but he has to plan in your pee breaks

not to mention, you're still throwing up every morning

so, he can't plan too much, but he does plan a little weekend getaway for you both

with a privately rented cabin so that you can throw up each morning in peace and don't feel like you're being watched

panicking when you get spotting at week 8

and that really throws you both through a loop

rushing to the hospital and he's unfamiliar with driving your car

so it stresses him out to know he's useless in emergencies

it turns out to be nothing

but noah is pretty sure he's never cried that hard

not to mention, in a public bathroom, just so he didn't scare you

and when he gets home, like, fuck, it's a reality check for him

he starts getting driving lessons

he has a license and all but he's rusty

and he wants to be prepared, so he starts taking lessons

he also starts checking out bigger cars for the two of you

because your little car won't do in a few years

"you know, not that I'm complaining, but I've noticed you aren't wearing bras anymore."

watching your cheeks go fucking warm as you get all embarrassed

"do you wanna go shopping, get some comfier ones?"

"you are gonna go pregnancy bra shopping with me?"

"well, considering how proud I am when I get to go regular bra shopping with you, I think pregnancy bra shopping is the same."

going with you to get tests and scans done

literally crying again when you hear the heartbeat

"we made that, oh my god."

texting everyone he knows when you get your due date estimate

holding your hands when you have to get your pregnancy vaccinations

actually taking notes when the midwife starts talking about making a birthing plan and getting things sorted before you get to the third trimester

and he does a lot of research on birthing plans and starts prepping

going on every shopping trip with you

"I want to get the nursery painted, like, a while before the baby comes. so we can air it out for fumes."

"we can go check samples out this weekend."

"well, I mean, that's soon, like, really?"

"yeah, whatever you want, sunshine."

getting laid again

and when the morning sickness goes away, he starts getting his late morning sleep back

starting to get self-conscious about extra pregnancy weight gain

and noah doing everything he can to reassure you

but as you get into the second trimester, your sex drive suddenly jumps back up

and he fucking loves it

because that's a lot of unprotected sex and a lot of making out and a lot of touching

and honestly, something about it is really turning him on

"baby, I don't know if it's your glow or the fact that I am literally so in love with you, or maybe the months of not having sex, but I've literally never been this hard."

"shut up and fuck me, you can compliment me later."

"'kay."

throughout your second trimester, you get everything done

the nursery gets decorated and the furniture is built and it's perfect

there's only the little touches now, like mobiles and clothes and such

he also bought the new car, and traded yours in

and he arranged for you to get lessons in it too, so you know how to drive a bigger car before you get too pregnant to drive safely

crying the first time the baby moves. so much fucking crying.

and getting so excited every time

it's few and far between in the middle of your second trimester, but it's so meaningful

starting to go to pregnancy classes

and he also signs you both up for a pregnancy exercise class

that is supposedly meant to make labour easier because of the pelvic floor exercises

having a few days where you're nervous around him

thinking he did something wrong

"I think I'm gonna want to take an epidural."

"that's what you've been so worried about?"

"well, yeah. I read all these pamphlets about how it's so controversial and sometimes the dads don't like it, an-"

"I want you to be happy, okay? it's gonna be a happy time, so whatever you want, we'll do, okay? I want you to smile when you look back on the birth of our baby."

"I love you, so damn much."

"I love you so damn much."

finding out the sex of the baby, neither of you wants to wait

telling everyone it's a secret until the baby shower

your bump really starting to come in at the end of the second trimester

as well as headaches and backaches and stretch marks

and noah always making sure to kiss it better

a lot of nice warm baths and washing your hair for you

the baby starts responding to touch and sound, though

noah starts talking to the baby a lot

telling them about your day and rubbing lotion on your stomach

the baby getting hiccups for the first time

in the beginning of the second trimester, you start choosing names

more tears when you settle on a name

the third trimester is where you really start feeling it

you’ve got mood swings, you’ve got backache, and you’re getting a lot of odd cravings

all of which noah indulges for you

some make him gag and he actually cannot watch you eat it

banning food in bed

it caused an argument but he won that one

announcing the gender at your baby shower

you and noah dressing in white while waiting for everyone’s guesses

it’s a girl!

you announced it via a little cake cutting ceremony that was pink inside

using those last few weeks to decorate the nursery with teddies and buy clothes

when you finally go into labour it’s actually while you’re hanging out with stiles and derek

thinking it’s just cramps for a while

because you’ve been having cramps, you think it’s fine

until

“uh, (Y/N), you know I love you, but did you pee on my couch?”

“excuse me, I did not pee on your couch an- oh my god, they’re contractions.”

noah literally choking on his drink

you rubbing his back as he tries to cough it up

panicking so much that his whole fucking birthing plan goes out of the window

“the bag is at home!”

“what about your pillow?”

“fuck! fuck! fuck!”

derek is the only calm one because stiles is;

“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE, GIMME A NEICE!”

and noah is

“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE A FATHER!”

so derek coordinates it all while you just kinda sit there and watch it all

“okay, well, her contractions are now, like, eight minutes apart, so maybe we should get a move on.”

telling stiles to take you to the hopsital while he takes noah to pick everything up

and off you go

stiles is fucking buzzing the whole way there

calling your hospital to inform them you’re on your way

getting to the hospital and being greeted by your midwife

“lovely to see you again, mom and dad”

“I DIDN’T MAKE THAT.”

“thanks, stiles.” your midwife being confused. “this is the uncle, they’re twins. dad is on his way.”

“I’M THE UNCLE!”

“stop shouting stiles, the baby won’t come out, you’re scaring it back up.”

“sorry.”

stiles holding your hand

noah arriving five minutes later with more than enough stuff

“I didn’t know which pjs you’d want after so I brought options!”

after a good few hours of labour, and noah being there for all of it, your baby is born

literally crashing right after and sleeping for a while

“‘bout fuckin time you woke up, noah won’t let me see my niece ‘til you have. hurry up.”

“I will punch you so hard you’ll be glad you’re in a hospital.”

“that’s my wife”

“sorry.”

meeting your daughter with noah, and having a moment

because he’s put her in a little pink striped onesie and she’s got a baby beanie on

“she’s got your nose.”

“you can’t tell that, she’s like six hours old.”

“i can hope.”

finally taking her to meet stiles who practically dies on the spot

he cries a lot when he finally gets to hold his niece

“stiles, derek, meet ‘hope claudia stilinski’.”

#9ksleepover #hope stilinski is like emma rapp #i made a new baby character #she’s my new au character pls #i love her #don’t steal her

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realcube · 4 years ago

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sleepy haikyuu headcanons 💤

pairings: nishinoya x reader, tendō x reader, kageyama x reader

tw// swearing, violence(?), she//her reader, angst, overthinking, fluff

Yū Nishinoya

midnight pillow fights with Noya 💓

i could leave at that but i shall elaborate

whenever you sleepover at his house (or vice versa), every time y’all say that you are gonna pull an all-nighter and have chaotic fun

but it never works because being chaotic requires a lot of energy, so you both end up falling asleep at like 2AM-ish 🥱

the closest that y’all have gotten to an all-nighter is 5AM

anyway, it’s not a tradition - more like something that just ends up happening every time Noya is over, perhaps a curse lol

but at some time of night, you’ll say something to irk Noya and he’ll throw/hit you with a pillow

not to intentionally start shit but just as playful ‘shut up’ sorta thing

but something about the sharp impact of the pillow just pisses you off and you instinctively launch a pillow right back at him and it’s always a bit harder than you meant for it to be

thus, a pillow fight ensues

Noya had always envisioned a pillow fight with a female as a playful, sensual experience

but there was absolutely nothing playful or sensual about the way you powerbombed him and then proceeded to suffocate him with your pillow

you would both be feistily beating each other with the pillow, the room filling with your battle cries and screams ╰（‵□′）╯

and this would only end once both of your harsh, quick hits turned sloppy and tired

eventually, you’d both just drop unconscious during the fight and wake up in the weirdest positions

Satori Tendō

he is the self-certified ‘worst cuddler’ (ಥ _ ಥ)

not only is he extremely sensitive to temperature, he’s also filled with too much energy to just stay in the same position with you for god knows how long

it’s not that he didn’t like to cuddle, though. 🥺 i mean, nothing made him feel more safe than you in his arms but he was just unable to stop himself from getting restless when he did it for too long

but there were some nights that he wasn’t as fidgety, though

most of the time, it was after a big volleyball game or a hard day at practise and he was absolutely exhausted (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

he’d literally just detours to your house to catch up like he usually does but his demeanour clearly isn’t the same when he’s worn out so you invite him in for a few minutes and he’d gladly (and gratefully) accepts

he’d just flop down on the couch beside you, his arms just automatically finding your waist and thoughtlessly pulling you against his chest as he laid back, staring at the ceiling

he found himself muttering random things about his day when you asked him, but nothing he said seemed to be in chronological order - unless he brushed his teeth during volleyball practise, which - now that you think about it - doesn’t sound too out of character for him.

his hand found it’s way into your hair and started caressing your scalp, slowly drifting off as the little tune you hummed into his shoulder sent relaxing vibration throughout his body (￣o￣) . z Z

and this wasn’t a one-time thing either, whenever he comes to your house drained from practise, a similar chain of events always end up happening

the only difference being that sometimes it was in your bed rather than on the couch

Tobio Kageyama

i feel like bb has nightmares, like frequently 🥺

i mean, if i was him i’d have nightmares too; he has so much important shit riding on his performance - it’s a miracle that this man can even sleep with how much stress he must be under

like, he’s kinda failing school/ he doesn’t have the best grades and if he doesn’t do well on tests then his opportunity to go to camps and train volleyball could be taken

speaking of volleyball, he probably is so stressed from being a part of a team and having people rely on him - not the mention that he clearly isn’t very good at processing his feelings considering that he expresses most negative emotion he feels towards Hinata in the form of anger

then there is the pressure of keeping his relationships and not naturally distancing himself from the people he loves

like you, for example

he goes to bed with all these horrible thoughts in his head and whenever he tries to think positive, it always backfires

he’ll be like ‘i’m the worst person to be around, it’s clear nobody likes me.’

then he kinda shakes it off like, ‘wait, no. don’t think that. i know that (Y/N) loves me and i love her back.’

but his mind never leaves him alone, ‘am i even sure she loves me? i mean, i act so stand-offish towards her - yeah, she probably barely tolerates me. and she was talking about hinata’s spike yesterday, she’s probably going to dump me for him.’

it was a heart-wrenching thought but what could kageyama do?

for now, he’d just lie down beside you on your bed as you scrolled away on your phone, completely unaware that he just mentally rehearsed how he was going to react when you broke up with him

“goodnight, kags. love you.” you hummed, turning around to place a kiss on his cheeks like you always do when he sleeps over

kageyama nodded, trying to act cool and collected despite the fact he was internally nervous as hell, “night, (y/n).” he paused, trying his best to lift the corners of his lips into a kind - rather than intimidating - smile, “love you too.”

‘look, i called her by her first name - i’m so romantic.’ that was probably the nicest thing he’s thought to himself all day

with that, you both try to get some rest

aaaannnndddddd cue the part when he wakes up in a cold sweat, shivering slightly as he looks over to you with wide eyes to reassure himself that your not gone

his heavy breathing alerts you that he is awake so you pry one eye open to look at him, “not again, tobio.” you said wearily, forcing yourself to sit up and attempt to wrap him in a hug but he just jerked away from your touch

you sighed, “what happened?”

kageyama blinked rapidly, darting his gaze around the room before it finally landed back on you

“i- the walls- and you were almost d-” he began coughing, resulting in you immediately reaching over to your nightstand and handing him the bottle of water you had lying there

he took a few gulps before letting out a refreshed ‘ah’, his stare glued to your lips the whole time

eventually, he was able to grumble “it was nothing.” (⊙_⊙;)

upon hearing his evidently fake answer, you shoved out your bottom lip and whined, “shut up, tobio. i was obviously something; why won’t you tell me?”

“because it was nothing.” he said without missing a beat, then he proceeded to lay down so he could fall back asleep - as if this time it’d go better for him

“Kageyama!” you barked, resulting his eyes jolting back open, “You always have nightmares at my house; I’m starting to wonder if you’re scared of me or something.”

kageyama shook his head before nonchalantly responding, “it’s the cherry blossom air freshener - maybe use vanilla or something next time.” he joked, unable to resist a smile as you playfully punched his shoulder.

you sighed, clearly not going to get an answer out of like every other time you’ve tired, so you just decided to try fall back asleep and try reclaim the little bit of sanity you had left

“(y/n).” kageyama grumbled, wanting to make it seem like he was half-asleep but he was far from it as he pulse was still going crazy as that nightmare shook his to the core. “are you going to dump me? because if you are, now would be a good time.”

he spoke, praying to every deity he could think of that you wouldn’t say yes - but if you did, now would be a good time as he could storm out and since it was dark outside, the streets would be deserted meaning that nobody would be there to witness the tears streaming down his cheeks as he sprinted through the night

you rolled your eyes, “is that what this is about?” you didn’t mean for it to come off so harsh as you actually felt a great amount of sympathy for kageyama but just unable to express it in the way you desired

“stop crying.” you hissed, making kageyama quirk an eyebrow.

“I’m not crying-” he replied until suddenly, he realised that your comment was directed at yourself as you hastily buried your head into his chest and he felt something soak through the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m not going to break up with you kageyama, you stupid moron idiot!” you snapped against his shirt.

don’t ask why that nickname made kageyama’s heart flutter

“get those crazy ideas out of your head or i’ll have to take them out for you 🔪--” you could barely even finish your sentence before both you and kageyama burst out laughing

it was probably just the ambience of being cozy under a blanket with each other in a freezing cold room that reeked of cherry blossom but some how you both some how fell even harder for one another

although what you said wasn’t the most moving or motivating, your intention was clear and from then on, kageyama was a lot more upfront with you💕

he’d tell you if he ever felt uncomfortable or if he was ever worried and you’d either make him feel better or make him laugh and then insist that he goes to talk to suga or daichi

also after that night, (and once you ditched the air freshener and started burning vanilla essence) he only had ‘sweet dreams’ whenever he stayed over at yours

(or at least that is what he said whenever you asked him. in reality, his dreams were about volleyball and tsukishima chasing him through the mall on a velociraptor but whatever, it was a step up from the nightmares anyway. 🏃‍♂️ 🦖 )

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avenging-fandoms · 4 years ago

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NO i just had a kinda cute idea...., since cevans doesn't have kids... like imagine having a kid but your partner leaves you but like chris kinda comes in and helps you out constantly when he's not working and you see how good he is with kids you kinda start to fall for him (or realise you have feelings bc look at that man) and he literally helps you with anything when it comes to that kid 😭

you sat with your head in your hands, tears falling down your cheeks and onto the floor. andrea laid in her bouncer as she slept quietly, stirring and whimpering occasionally. he was gone, he decided he didn’t want to be a father anymore. after 3 months, he couldn’t take it anymore, and it broke you.

james told you he was leaving the apartment to you, and leaving you with full custody, but it’s not what you wanted. you wanted him to father his daughter, not leave her behind.

your fingers hovered over your keyboard, typing in chris’s name and glancing at the time, 1:12am. would he be up? it was worth a try. you held the phone to your ear, whispering, ‘pick up, pick up, pick up’ over and over, and wanted to cry when you heard his voice. “yn? it’s late, are you okay?”

“w-were you sleeping?” chris didn’t need to ask any other questions when he heard the pain in your voice.

“i’m on my way” chris hung up your phone and quickly got dressed, grabbing his keys and rushing out his door. chris tried not to go 100 in a 40, but he had hoped to never hear your voice like that ever. chris pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex, rushing up the stairs and softly knocked, knowing andrea might be sleepy.

you open the door, and it was chris’s worse nightmare. you fell into his body and he held you tightly, rubbing your back and swaying slowly. he softly closes the door so he didn’t wake your sleeping baby. “h-he just left, chris. he’s giving up his custody” you sob, not being able to breathe. he sat you two on the couch, petting your hair as he gritted his teeth. “i can’t do this on my own”

“and you won’t have to, yn. i am 15 minutes away. or.. you know.. you could move in with me” you look at him, sniffling. “it’s just a thought, it’s up in the air. i just want you to know i am and always will be here for you and her” you sob again, hugging him tightly.

“i would be nothing without you, chris” you whisper, wiping your cheeks. he smiled, kissing your cheek and staying quiet as he rubbed your side, the only sounds heard were andrea’s whimpers and your sniffles. soon you feel asleep to chris’s kind touch, chris carrying you to the bedroom. he didn’t have to change you because you were already in your sweats, going back into the living room.

chris closed the door softly, heading into the living room and smiling as he saw andrea start to wake up. “hey sweet pea, remember me?” he picked her up and she started to freak out, but then relaxed in his arm, remembering who he was. he gave her her binkie, heading into the kitchen and making her a bottle. he was one of the first people to ever hold her, and for 2 months, he didn’t see her. it hurt him, but he knew you were busy being a mom.

as he sat down on the couch feeding andrea, chris looked at her and wondered how anyone would just leave their daughter, and their beautiful girlfriend. he was angry, but there was nothing he could do.

you moved into chris’s house as andrea was just shy of 4 months. you were doing okay on your own, until you weren’t. chris was immediate to helping you move, happy to be letting you into his home.

“are you sure this isn’t-”

“yn” he held your face and looked into his eyes, your stomach flipping as his face was close to yours. “i told you the day that little girl was born, that i would help you anyway i could. and i’m keeping that promise until the day i die. you can stay here as long as you want, i won’t ever kick you out, or abandon you like that fucking asshole did” you nod and he wipes your tear, kissing your cheek. “come on, let’s get started on her nursery, hm?”

“chris, no, you don’t-”

“yn, i don’t use that room, and if you two are going to be staying her, i want her to have her own room. she’s sleeping in ou- my room right now, baby monitor is right there. come paint” he smiled and held out his hand, and you couldn’t resist that smile. you bit your lip and took his hand, following him to the new nursery.

chris worked day and night on her nursery, and was so happy to show you the finished product. “do i have to close my eyes?” you ask and he nods softly.

“yeah, actually no. i’ll just go in, close the door and countdown and open the door” you laugh and nod, bouncing andrea in your arms. chris walked into her nursery and you heard, ‘okay!’

you shake your head with a smile and stand in front of the door, knocking. he opened it and you wanted to cry right then and there. it was a soft gray with a soft cotton candy pink accent around the walls. the furniture was white, and she had a little closet. chris build her crib, her dresser, as well as a little book shelf with books you both loved as children.

“chris..” you cry, wiping your eyes. “i love you, chris, thank you” he hugs you and rubs your back, kissing your forehead.

“no more tears, okay?”

“they’re happy!” you smile and he laughs, taking a happy andrea from your arms and holding her in the air, a big smile on both of their faces. you take photos and videos, but you couldn’t help but watch chris. he brought her down carefully and kissed her cheek, pushing her back up and laughing at her giggle. “i’m happy” you whisper, rubbing your arm.

“one year. she’s one tomorrow” you shook your head and fell back against chris’s bed. “how did time go so fast?” you ask into space, chris coming out of the bathroom and sitting next to your head.

“i don’t know, but i’m..” chris looked away and sniffled, wiping his mouth. you sat up and looked at him, his eyes red and filling with tears. “i’m really happy you let me watch her grow up in our house”

“you helped her grow up, chris, you are her family, and the both of us are forever grateful for you and dodge” he smiles and you hold his face, swiping your thumb over his beard. “i can never tell you how thankful i am for this, chris. you saved my life, and you saved hers”

the next day chris helped decorate his house from top to bottom, running around and getting the cake, pizza and ice cream. you got andrea all dressed, kissing her over and over and smiling as she giggles. “well good morning birthday girl!” chris said excitedly, and andrea smiled, holding up her arms.

“dada!” she said excitedly and chris nearly let the pizza fall out of his hands, your mouth falling open.

“d-did she just c-call me..?” you smile and nod, chris bending down and holding out his hands. “come on, you can do it, come on!” chris cheered her on as she walked across the floor, you close behind so she didn’t fall. she made it to chris, and he hugged her tight. “yn if you’re not okay with-”

“no no, i’m perfectly okay with it, i just can’t believe she said her first word” you go over and hug them both, looking at chris and kissing him. you pull away quickly, immediately apologizing. “i’m so sorry i d-”

“do it again” he smiled, your hand on his chest and you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him again. “sorry birthday girl, dodge!” the dog came running over, chris setting the both of them on the carpet in the living room. chris jogged over to you, holding your face and kissing you passionately. “i’ve been..wanting to..kiss you..ever since..you moved it” he mumbled in between kisses, making you laugh. “i love you, like.. love love you”

“i love love you too, chris”

the day was filled with happiness, your family and chris’s family coming over to celebrate. over the time you and chris lived with each other, your families started to get close, and you loved it for andrea.

you and chris stood on either side of andrea, blowing out her candles and kissing her cheeks. she smiled and everyone cheered and took pictures, you putting a little frosting on her nose, chris swiping it on yours and you swiped it on his.

andrea fell asleep shortly after her bath, and you put her in her room. you tie up your hair and head into chris’s bedroom. you stole a pair of his boxers and a shirt, sitting on his bed. “babe? before you fall asleep, i have a gift for you”

“a gift for me?” you asked confusingly, chris sitting next to you and nervously handing you a binder. you open it, gasping and smiling as you saw a picture of you, chris and andrea in the hospital room a couple days after she was born. “i’m really happy that you were one of the first people to see us, you helped me so much through that pregnancy”

“me too” he smiled, kissing you quickly. you continued to flip through the book, crying at how you watched her grow up in pictures. you reached the end of the book and it was a picture of the three of you at the beach, happy.

“i love that, thank you, chris” you kiss him and he hums. you set the binder down, hopping up. “andrea wanted me to give you a gift as well” you smile and sneakily set up your phone, grabbing the box and handing it to him. you sat next to him and nervously bit your nail as you watched him open it, unfolding the paper.

“yn..” his lip quivered and you laugh, wiping under your eyes. “y-you’re serious?” you nodded, holding his face. his hand held your wrist, unable to control his sobs. “you really want me to adopt her?”

“yes, chris. you..” you held his face, rubbing your nose against his. “you are her father through and through. you have been there for every milestone, you were one of her milestones. and i would love if you were legally her father” you both were sobbing at this point, chris kissing you over and over.

“yes, yes, a million times yes” he answered and you straddle his waist, hugging your arms tightly around his neck. his arms tighten around your back, rubbing it slowly. “i love you”

“i love you, chris” you whisper, kissing him sweetly. “and i love the father you are to andrea”

“you are one hell of a mother, yn, and i’m so beyond proud of you for hitting every curve ball life throws at you” he whispers and you smile, kissing him slowly as the both of you slowly fall back against the bed.

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minminnie-shii · 4 years ago

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Giving SF9 Cuddles

Hai hai!! I know i’ve been gone for a while

lets just act like that never happened

Buttt, I’m back and recently I’ve been watching the new series of Kingdom and I am so hype to see my babies sf9

currently sobbing

also my mom was very upset when they came in last place

anyways they’re all working so hard and I’m so proud of them so I decided to write this for all the Fantasy and new Fantasy who are getting into my babies.

so here is sf9 wanting cuddles, enjoy

~Kim Youngbin~

this man

uggghhh

i love him so much i might cry

moving on

being a father of eight children is hard work

but my best baby does everything he can and is the best leader he can be for those boys

butttt

being a little is hard work and he needs to be taken care of as much as they do

insert the love of his life

thats you

youre good at telling when hes stressed and do everything you can to help him

so when he looks at you with doe eyes asking for cuddles you don’t hesitate to say yes

so now your laying on your bed youngbins head on your chest

youre running your hand through his hair softly and humming to him

he lets out a peaceful sigh and lifts hiss head looking up at you

“i love you so much”

he looks so sleepy and you couldn’t stop yourself from cooing at him

he eventually falls asleep and you just lay there quietly admiring him

he’s the love of your life and you’ll never understand how you got so lucky to have someone like him in your life

#toptiercouple

~Kim Inseong~

this man

DORK ALERT

he will ask for cuddles in the most dramatic way

you’re at the dorm visiting him before he starts filming for his new show

you know that you wont be able to see him for a while and youre a little sad

inseong of course knows this

so he wants to make today extra special

he surprised you with flowers and your favorite snacks

he even bought you a penguin plushie that was almost the size of you

so now youre sitting on the couch waiting for him to come back so you could start the movie you wanted to watch

inseong was watching you from the kitchen

you were playing with the sleeves of his sweater that you were wearing staring blankly at the screen in front of you

he smiled softly to himself before skipping into the livingroom

“____, dont look so sad, cuddle me instead!”

his loud voice nearly made you jump out of your skin

he plopped onto the couch next to you and wrapped his arms tightly around you

he pulled you into his chest and slowly rocked you back and forth

a smile came to your face as you rested your head on his chest

“it wont be long, i promise ill call you everyday, okay?”

he assured you that he’ll come see you as soon as filming was over

you knew that he would and you were more than willing to wait for him

because you love him and there was nothing that would ever change your mind

even if he is a major dork that makes you cringe more often than not

~Lee Jaeyoon~

bias wrecker number 1

did you guys see how hard he practiced for the jealous stage on kingdom

i might cry

i hope he got enough time to rest after hurting his knee

you were at your apartment when youngbin called you letting you know that jaeyoon was on his way to the hospital

of course you were worried but he assured you that he was okay he just hurt his knee

sObBiNg

of course you told him that you would meet him there and quickly got dressed

once you finally reached the hospital your boyfriend was staying at you found youngbin who was waiting for your outside

“is he okay? hes not too hurt is he?”

“he’ll be okay, he just has to rest for a while, i told him you were coming”

as quickly as he could he led you into the room where jaeyoon was lying restlessly

when he heard the door open his head shot over to you and he smiled sadly

you quickly composed yourself and smiled, walking over to him

you sat in the chair next to him and the two of you talked for a while

he told you about coming in last place, feeling like he didn’t work hard enough

it hurt you to see him like that and you did everything you could to reassure him that you were proud of him and he did the best that he could

he began to grow sleepy while talking to you and you could tell

“can you spend the night here with me?”

you almost squealed out loud as he sleepy state but you just nodded and agreed

he scooted as far as he could to the side of the bed to make room for you

you laid down next to him and he immediately wrapped his body around yours hugging you as closely as he could

he easily fell asleep to you petting his hair and whispering sweet nothings to him

i squealed

~Lee Sanghyuk~

bEaNnnnN

hes so adorable i cant handle it

he also may be my moms favorite she doesnt know yet

although he is a dork he is very serious when it comes to his relationship with you

you are the light of his life and he will treat you as such

but youre still not safe from his pranks and constant jokes

he came to your apartment in his next attempt to bug you

but when he noticed that you weren’t your normal bubbly self he placed himself next to you on the couch

you immediately reacted and rested your body against his

he leaned back into the cushions and pulled you into his lap

he would occasionally kiss your forehead letting out small hums

he would listen intensely as you tell him about you day

you explained why you were sad and he acted as if it happened to him

giving you advice on how to deal with the situation

it was rare for you to see him so serious but you loved that he was willing to help you with whatever problem that you had

even if it was something small a small trivial matter that didnt have any meaning

once he was sure that you were okay and they two of you would joke around

being the little shit that he is he would pin you down on the couch and began to tickle you

“yah, knock it off!”

you tried your best to push him off of you

but our man is swole and was not letting you off that easy

once he finally decides youve had enough flops down and lays on top of you

“youre lucky youre cute”

you couldn’t stop the growing smile on your face as the two of you continued to joke around

~Baek Ju Ho~

bias wrecker number 2

hes so precious and i cant handle the cuteness

aaaahhhhh

excuse me ill calm myself

the boy

whether he admits it or not

he will drop anything and run the minute you call his name

and if youre sad or if you pout

lord you better believe hes right there plotting the death of whoever made you sad

one day you and zuho are out walking around doing couple things

you know, being adorable

when all of a sudden you see a group of girls pointing and laughing

you werent sure what they found funny but you began to grow self concious

it didnt even have to be you that they were laughing at, but your mind got the best of you

zuho noticed the sudden change in behavior and immediately took your hand

he pulled you into a hug and rocked you back and forth slightly

he caressed the back of your head and whispered to you about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are

you looked up at him and smiled softly

he chuckled to himself before placing a soft kiss to your lips

he continued to press light kisses all over your face as he hugged you tighter

you giggled and hid your face in his chest

the people that surrounded you couldn’t help but smile as they watched the two of you

even the girls who you thought were laughing at you they had large smiles on their faces as they all talked about wishing to have a boyfriend like him

~Kim Seok Woo~

i swear i feel like he would be the best boyfriend ever

i know im not the only one who sees it

C U D D L E B U G

he won’t be able to live if he doesnt touch you at least once every ten minutes

ten seconds

he loves your touches

lets be honest he loves everything about you

i am not kidding

after a stressful day of filming schedules and whatever other plans he has

his favorite thing is to come home and have you waiting for him

there were a lit of times where you would fall asleep waiting for him

he knew that it was late and you wouldnt be awake so he didnt bother to call you

he walked into his dorm tired from the long day that he had

after getting a bottle of water he walked into his room and a large smile came to his face

you were lying on his bed bundled up in his blankets sleeping peacefully

he got ready for bed as fast as he could wanted to lie next to you as fast as he could

once he was ready he carefully and quietly lifted up the blanket covering up your body

he laid down next to you and slipped one arm underneath your body

he slowly rolled you over so your body was lying on top of his

once the two of you were cozy he covered your body back up with the blanket

letting out a peaceful sigh he relaxed his body against yours closing his eyes and letting your quiet breathing quickly lulling him to sleep

you woke up a little later noticing that you werent lying in the same position you fell asleep in

your eyes fluttered open and a smile came to your face as you stared at your sleeping boyfriend

you placed a small kiss on his nose before settling back down and once again falling into your slumber

~Yoo Taeyang~

baby

i love him so much

literally no words can explain it

uggghhh

anyway

his favorite thing to do outside of his idol life

iiisss

*YOU*

so when he FINALLY gets a day off

guess what hes doing

hanging out with the love of his life of course

duh

he spent the night at your apartment the day before and now the two of you are lying in bed

youre both lying on your sides just staring at each other with cute smiles on your faces

the aura around the two of you is peaceful, quiet, and intimate

to anyone looking in you could see the love pouring off of the two of you just by looking

you lifted your hand and brought it closer to taeyangs face, trailing your fingers up his jaw

you brought your hand up to his hairline and gently caressed his hair

“i love you”

a red hue came to taeyangs cheeks as he buried his face in your neck

“yah, you cant say stuff like that out of no where”

you giggle as his breath tickled your neck

you draped your arms loosely around his neck as he shifted to hover above you

“but its true”

“i love you”

he buried his face in your neck again and attacked you with kisses

you squealed loudly and the two of you spent the rest of your day just like this

and neither of you would have it any other way

~Kim Youngkyun~

this dood

A W K W A R D

seriously please help him

no one really knows how the two of you got together

youre both so awkward that people dont understand your relationship

but lets be honest the two of you are perfect for each other

hwiyoung is a sensitive lil gentleman and he totally understands you

buttt sometimes it doesnt come out how he wants it to

you know, him being awkward and all

he does love your affection but he just has a hard time showing it

so a lot of the time youre the one that has to initiate it

“youngie come here”

his head shot over to look at you the minute that he heard you whine

he stood on his feet and walked over to his bed where you were sitting

“are you okay? whats wrong?”

you just smiled and grabbed his hand pulling him onto the bed

he let out an exclaim of surprise as he landed with an oof on the bed

you acted quickly and wrapped your arms around his waist

you laid half of your body on top of his and stared down at him

his face was red as he stared up at you

“i hate it when you do that”

you laughed again as you rested your chin on his chest

“you love it and you know it”

he just rolled his eyes and the two of you continued to talk to each other while lying like that

hwiyoung locked his hands around your waist while you talked about your idea of getting a new puppy

“will you name it after me?”

you gushed at his pout and squished his cheeks together

“youre too cute”

you loved how adorable he was and you hoped that he stayed this adorable forever

~Kang Chanhee~

fluffy fluff boy

deserves all the love in the world

supes awk

but tries to act confident around you because well

the boys make fun of him about you

our lil actor boy will be super chill about it as long as youre in the room

but the minute you leave

will whine and complain to his members

so one day when you randomly walked into the dorm and they were all there

you didnt hesitate to walk over to chani on the couch and plop down next to him

you wrapped one arm around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder

you let out a small sigh and relaxed yourself into his body

the boys didnt say anything but they all had smiles on their faces as the two of you were in your own little world

chani slipped his hand into yours as the two of you continued to talk about your days

“when are you going to teach me your new routine?”

chani laughed and kissed the top of your head

“whenever youre ready”

he smiled when you let out a little yawn

“come on, lets go to bed”

you sat up and stood on your feet following him into his room

you plopped onto his bed and he laid down next to you

“will you sing for me?”

he let out a tiny giggle before nodding

once the two of you were comfortable he began to sing quietly until your head lulled to the side

once he knew you were sleeping he hugged you closer loving the fact that you were so close to him

#sf9 #kingdom #legendary war #hwiyoung #chani #youngbin #rowoon #zuho #inseong #jaeyoon #dawon #taeyang #kpop #kpop fluff #fluff #cute #squealed

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