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starbuckie · 3 years ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 2.7k words

warnings: angst, more angst, y/n being sad, carter being sad, a very confused child. a very confused child, pregnancy because they’re dumb, mentions of abortion

summary: nine months after a new years hookup, little autumn eloise baizen-l/n was born. now, nearly a full year after her birth, nothing has changed except for carter and y/n, co-parents and occasional fuck buddies, planning for their baby’s first birthday. it should be simple, easy, straightforward. anything unlike the feelings they harbor for each other.

a/n: okay, so i enjoy the hurt. also i think carter being mad is very sexy🥰🥰 yell at me🥰😫 jk, but also not really. also i’m sorry the chapters are rolling out slowly, i really enjoy writing like 16 wips at once. in the meantime, please enjoy and buckle up for the last few days of autumn folks!! please reblog and comment too tysm

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Carter blew an angry puff of air through his parted lips. He was beyond pissed. He was livid.

It had been over a month since he’d properly talked to Y/N. A month since they’d fucked in the back of his limo without a condom. A month since her freak out and a month since she cut him off in all ways, including from Ellie.

He had enough money to sue her for it. Hell, compared to him she was nothing financially. But she was also the woman he’d fallen head over heels for during their parenthood, so he had given her space. From being her friend throughout childhood and her partner through parenthood, he knew she respected and needed that little barrier whenever the world became too much for her. And more than anything, he knew that the bond between her and Autumn Eloise was special. He may be father but she’d always be a mommy’s girl, with the sheer amount Y/N sacrificed for her and the insurmountable love she’d had in her year of beautiful life.

However, that didn’t stop him from being angry as well.

“Damn it,” he muttered, cursing out his phone as he went straight to his partner’s voicemail for, what, the eighth time? “Pick up your goddamn phone, Y/N.”

He was dying to see his daughter, who was too young too understand what was going on but also was beginning to process and conscious enough to know when he was gone and who she was with. Once Y/N had told him that she spent the whole night keeping her up, showing her photos of him throughout the years as she cooed all the way. It made the fatherly part of his gut churn in fear that she ever thought he’d leave her by his own volition. He missed her more, forever and always.

But more importantly he missed Y/N. He missed how she would lean her head on his broad shoulder as she breastfed Autumn, and how he would sneak the chance to pull her further into his side with his hand on her waist. He missed her pumpkin pies, missed her bossing him around in the kitchen as he followed her directions for cinnamon rolls. He missed just her sheer friendship, nurtured from nearly two decades of familial and pure love and kindness that she had shown him, albeit undeservingly, year after year, mistake after mistake. It had taken him a long time to figure out that she was the one, but when he found out he was nothing but committed. She was it for him.

So he awaited anxiously until he could somehow think of another way to get into her building without breaking the law.

Got you. One of the other penthouse owners, an older man who he faintly recognized, clutched onto his bags while also struggling to find the right key for the front door. And ever so charming and suave, Carter leaned forward with an innocent grin. “Excuse me, sir, do you need me to hold a few things?”

He, of course, thanked him, and the young, sly man took hold of the two grocery bags while the older unlocked the door. “After you,” he smiled again, playing up on his helpfulness even more as the old man was none the smarter.

As soon as his polished shoes hit the marble ground of the hallway, he was off running, which must’ve looked strange in the vintagely beautiful building, but he didn’t care. He only needed to know that his baby and his lov- partner were okay. The elevators couldn’t seem to be slower coming as his fingers jabbed into the glowing button, praying for it to come down faster. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he begged, and it was his lucky day as the slow rumble and halt of the elevator reached the ground floor and the golden gates finally opened up to him.

The ride was short finally, as he buzzed with energy to the fifth floor, and finally opened to meet the sighed of Y/N, holding a cup of tea in hand just outside the elevator door, clearly coming back from her kitchen. Taylor Swift’s 1989 blasted on from behind her, echoing in each crevice of her place and reverberating around the room. He didn’t see Ellie anywhere but he wasn’t too worried- at two P.M. she should’ve been taking her second nap, so he assumed she was up in her bassinet in Y/N’s room.

But the owner of said room looked angry and confused. But also expecting. Carter was determined, she should’ve known he’d get in one way or another.

“So I see you’ve managed to weasel your way in once again,” she sighed, turning away from him. She looked beautiful despite some tiredness behind her pretty eyes. A thin, burnt orange long sleeve blouse covered her arms and torso, tucked into a beige pencil skirt, am outfit she’d clearly gotten from working or doing something all morning. Otherwise she would’ve been in her usual cream colored sweater and a pair of flannel pants. “How’d you do it this time?”

“I,” he tried to process her calmness and tried to muster the anger he’d felt not moments before, but it was no use. One glance into her eyes, one little sip of the honey in her voice and he was gone. “There was an old man.”

“Ah, Timothy, Timothy,” she clucked, “you can never trust the cute ones.”

“Where have you been, Y/N? It’s been a month since you humiliated me and left me, it’s been a month since I could see my daughter, which is illegal, might I add.” His tone had increased in volume, but only a bit. He still wanted to check in on her. “What’s going on with you, huh, gorgeous? I cant remember the last time I saw you this exhausted.”

“I’m sorry about Ellie, I really am, I know it’s shit to separate her from you when she’s got nothing to do with what I have on my plate right now,” Y/N reached forward to grab his hand, searching his eyes to make sure he understood because their daughter hated when he was gone. And she did too. “I’ve been dealing with some… things,” she falsely admitted. It wasn’t fully a lie. The past month, had been very, very busy at Waldorf Designs, seen across media with a new runway and a boutique removed to be in the plans for the beginning of the next year. Yet along with all that, it was the past week only that had made her skittish and wide awake at night, with a sense of unfeeling dread pitting in her stomach.

Her fingers played with the opal ring she wore on her index finger splayed across the white mug, one that she had once told him matched his eyes. She was nervous, and she was hiding something, though not well.

He realized what it was as soon as her hand went to fan over her tummy.

“Pregnant.” He figured it out, sooner rather than later. “You’re pregnant.” She was acting the same way he’d seen her the first time she’d taken the quiet steps into his parents’ penthouse to tell him the same thing. Cold. Calculating. I’m pregnant, Carter, is what she had told him then. And I don’t care if you’re in this or not, but I just need to know whether you are so I can figure out what I’m gonna do.

He wondered what happened to that headstrong woman that emerged in that moment. Y/N sure as hell looked a lot fainter now.

He caught sight of her phone in her hand. So she had been actively ignoring him. Maybe it wasn’t so similar to last time. Had she called anyone? A clinic? Was she going to…

“Were you gonna…” his voice trailed off, leading her to his train of thought.

But she had no answer. She’s only realized a week before. And the week leading up to this moment was filled with confusion and tears, canceling on work and curling up in bed with Autumn on her chest, just to feel something warm to protect her for what would soon be the inevitable cold.

“I don’t know, Carter,” she sighed. Her hands balled at her sides. He came into her home, demanded to know all these things about her yet not a single one of them was about how she felt about all of it. Her heart beat for him surely and steadily but in the moment he was just pissing her off. “I just found out about it not too long ago.”

“So what were you gonna do, just get rid of it? Hope I didn’t find out?” He yelled.

Y/N reared back in her own frustration, trying to hold back the flood of her sadness from spilling over. “It wouldn’t be your choice either way, Baizen, it’s my goddamn body.”

He seemed to calm down as did she, with stuttered, slow-heaving breaths as the anger faded from their voices and true fear seeped in. The large living room seemed to small to be having such a big conversation. The black and white tiled floors echoed their sentiments, creaking only slightly with every step Y/N took to sit. It was going to be a long talk and depending on what she did with the baby, she didn’t want to be in any harm’s way, even if it was just standing. But Carter Baizen always did have a knack for making things more difficult than they should’ve been.

“I know that, ‘m sorry. It’s just,” he grunted, a caveman tactic for when he was lost for words. “I don’t want you to rule it out completely. Having another baby.”

“What the hell are you trying to say?” She questioned. While she was pissed, her curiosity really was peaked.

“What I mean is-” There was no easy way to say that he wanted to take care of her. He truly did. He loved her determination and her love to thrive in her business, but she worked herself hard. Too hard, in fact, to the point where the stress of a baby and of a work life was too much. He could fix that. They could be a family. Something he craved, and until that point, he kind of thought she wanted as well. “We could work together. Be together. I would help you, gorgeous, it’ll be the same as always.”

“I’m not gonna play housewife with you, Carter,” she laughed in deprecation at the joke she made. They weren’t even saying, less were they married. His words were scalding to the touch, sizzling every inch of pride she held and burning it to frenzy flames. “I’m not gonna sit around and continue to be scorned by the misogyny and the hate that I get for being a working mom, for not having married you for Autumn.” She couldn’t help it when her feeble body began to give away, pulling her shoulders forward as she finally began to cry. “Do you understand how much worse it will get if I do baby number two on my own as well?”

“I understand the repercussions of what we did, really, Y/N, I do,” he finally sat down to where she sat shaking on the couch. Her shoulder were hunched around her own body, her arms trapped beneath her heaving chest as she trembled with tears running down her face. Oh no. He’d gone too far. “But we’re gonna get through this together. ‘M not leaving for any of it.”

“It’s another baby, Carter!” She yelled and she only felt a spark of guilt when she saw how he backed away from her teary face when she did so. Her hands desperately wiped at her face with worry, praying that she didn’t look weak anymore. The weak didn’t survive, especially on the Upper East Side.

“It’s not just Ellie and you and me anymore, it’s me, and having to handle the paps and the attention a-and the judgement and another nine months where everytime you leave, and I’m left alone and scared and pregnant, a part of me dies,” she cried, her shaking hands pushing his from her face. “I can’t do this by myself again, Carter, I just can’t.”

“Well what if you didn’t have to?” Carter gently asked. That’s where she looked up. Because he was Carter Baizen, resident heartbreaker, hers included. He’d slept with her, drunk and naive on New Years and knocked her up with their baby. Their little girl. And he’d… changed. Yes he had. But what he was suggesting was beyond anything she could’ve imagined. The world knew Carter Baizen as a selfish, arrogant man and she’d thought of him the same until he sat in a chair next to hers, crying with an infant girl in his arms.

Was she ready to let him in? Was he ready to face the music?

Her glassy eyes widened and she looked up into his, which she was surprised to see we’re just as sorrow-filled as hers.

“Haven’t I proven myself yet, Y/N?” He interrogated. “‘Cause as far as I’m concerned, you’re the scared one here. Beautiful,” he pulled her shaking her legs into his lap and took it a step further when she didn’t object, hooking an arm behind her back to scoop her closer to his chest. Between the soft material of his suit and her sheer blouse she could feel the soft pitter-patter of his heart. It wasn’t often that they shared such intimacy, but when they did she found his heartbeat to be the most calming sound in the world. “My heart has been yours for the taking since we started this journey. I know I was stupid before- I’m not gonna deny that. But I’ve grown, I think we can see that. Maybe you can see that, but if you can’t then I’m gonna spend every waking moment working until you do.”

Her nose nudged the small amount of skin spared by his unbuttoned dress shirt. He wouldn’t know how fast her heart ran inside her all-too suddenly constricted ribcage, but she swore he could hear how damn loud it was. “I-“ she stuttered, taking careful time to place each of her words perfectly, because she couldn’t screw this up. Not this. Anything but what she had with Carter. “I hope you know that you have nothing to make up for. You’re an amazing father to Autumn and over the past two years you’ve been nothing short of helpful and sweet and determined.”

“I don’t think I could love anyone but you, Carter,” she admitted with finality. “But I’m just so scared.”

“I promise,” Carter took one of her warm hands, enveloping it in his larger one and pulling it to his suit covered chest, “you’ll never be alone again.”

“Never again?”

“Never.” He pressed a short, sweet kiss to her knuckles.

It surprised him when she laughed, a little snotty chuckle as a fresh wave of tears made an appearance in spilling down her cheeks. Yet even in his own confusion, he couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face when he saw hers. “Why are you laughing, gorgeous?”

“We’re dumb,” she grinned, burning her face into the warmth of him. “Like grade-A dumbasses.”

“The finest bred, grade-A dumbasses, may I add,” he cradled her face in the palm of his hand, gazing into years of pure naivety and immaturity but youthful love that they had missed out on. Never again.

Y/N snorted at his stupid cow joke, letting the dumb man wipe away her joyful tears with the pad of his thumb. “I love you.”

Three words that should’ve been whispered the moment she knew. Yet now felt like a more perfect time than ever. Held in the man of her childhood (and adult) fantasies’ arms, with a new addition to their growing family brewing in her tummy, she couldn’t find a better way to be spending her time and love. Carter smiled just the same as her, even wider if possible, as his pretty eyes sparkled with pure happiness. He’d come to closure with his love for Y/N a while ago, so the words had never tasted sweeter finally falling from his lips.

“I love you too, mama.”

And they sealed the deal with a kiss, just as they had, drunken and dumb and young over two years before. Though Y/N had to admit- this was much better.

#sebastian stan #carter baizen x you #carter baizen imagine #carter baizen x reader smut #carter baizen #gossip girl #gossip girl fanfic #𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒 #𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

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seconds-not-decades · 2 years ago

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Time and Oblivion

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC

Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is my long-awaited season three fic and I will be posting daily.

Warnings: Season 3 spoilers, and cursing.

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Marigold

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On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 16 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got seven of them.

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Pogo lit a cigarette, observing the couple thoughtfully. "I don't tattoo children."

"Swell, we're not here for the ink. We're here because you, Rina, and I have a mutual friend," Five replied. "Sir Reginald Hargreeves."

Pogo sighed. "Whatever he wants, I'm not interested." He turned away to face his client.

"I don't think you understand," Five remarked. "I'm one of his children and Rina is his daughter-in-law. From another timeline."

That stopped Pogo. He looked up and turned to face them.

"Another timeline?" he laughed in slight disbelief, starting to leave.

"Five?" Karina shifted nervously as some bikers began to descend upon them.

"It's okay, I've got you, love of mine," he quietly assured her, pulling her close to his side. "As crazy as it sounds, you and I have met before," he loudly said to Pogo. "Back in 1963, when you were a diaper-wearing chimp in dire need of a manicure. I don't know if you remember, but I have a scar to prove it." He pulled down his shirt collar to reveal the side of his neck.

"If what you're saying is true, I'd be talking to a man and a woman well into their sixties," Pogo remarked. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've had a very long day."

"Pogo, you need to listen to me," Five stepped forward but a man grabbed his shoulder.

"Time to go home to Mommy, lil guy," he said as the bikers circled around the two.

"Or what?" Five challenged.

"We'll keep the girl."

Five instantly grabbed Karina and blinked them out. They reappeared outside as he saw Pogo drive off into the night.

"Shit!" Five exclaimed. Then he saw a biker conveniently with two seats and went over to him. "Hey, we need your bike. It's an emergency."

"Think you have me confused with someone who gives a shit," the biker smirked.

"Give me the bike or else-" Five trailed off when the biker drove away. "Okay," he took Karina and blinked them out. Right when they reappeared on the bike, he kicked the other guy off. "Hold on!" he shouted, speeding off as Karina yelped, clinging to him for dear life.

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It felt like forever riding down the country road when Five turned off, seeing an old trailer house tucked into the forest. A lady was sitting on a bench in front of it. Five and Karina got off of the bike, slowly going over.

"Can I help you two?" the woman asked.

"Need a word with Pogo," Five replied.

"Ain't no Pogo here, pumpkin."

"Okay," Five continued walking with Karina slowly and uncertainly trailing behind him.

The woman jumped to her feet defensively. "So I suggest you and your girl get your asses off my property before I call a truant officer."

Five shifted, glaring at her thoughtfully.

"It's okay, Tammy. Let them in," Pogo's voice came from inside the trailer.

Tammy reluctantly stepped aside, letting them go in front of her. They went into the trailer. Pogo was sitting at the table. He acknowledged for them to sit. Five let Karina slid in first and he sat down next to her, letting his hand rest on the small of her back comfortingly.

The two heard a pistol cock beneath the table and Five hoped to God it was aimed at him and not Karina.

Pogo glanced at Karina. "Your…husband…is either dumb or desperate. Which is it?"

"You tell me," Five slapped down the slab of skin for him.

Pogo sniffed and slowly picked it up. "That looks like my work, but I never did that tattoo."

"Not yet, you haven't," Five responded. "I cut it off my 100-year-old self."

"Ah, so desperate it is," Pogo glanced at Karina.

"With all due respect, Pogo, you would be too if you knew the entire universe were at stake," she returned.

Pogo sharply inhaled. "So it's happened." He de-cocked his pistol. "Hmm," he rummaged through a box. "Ah, here it is." He pulled out a book and handed it to Five. "Look familiar?"

Five put the tattooed flesh on the page, comparing it to the other drawings. Karina was studying them closely.

"Reggie was obsessed with these symbols. It's a sigil. A symbol thought to have magical powers," Pogo explained.

"Dad believed in science. Facts," Five corrected him. "I didn't respect much about the old man, but I respected that. Hoo-ha was not his thing."

"It's gotta have a rational meaning," Karina frowned, still looking at the drawings thoughtfully.

"I don't know, but he referred to it as Project Oblivion," Pogo returned.

Five looked up at him, remembering his older self saying something about Oblivion.

"Oblivion?" Karina repeated in concern.

Five leaned forward. "This project. We need to know more."

"It was a kamikaze mission," Pogo said. "He was preparing the Sparrow children with the expectation they might never return. That's why I gave the children those pills, to keep them safe from him."

"Well, my drսggie brother just got him sober," Five flatly announced.

"Go figure," Karina deadpanned.

"Then Project Oblivion is starting again, and you are all in danger," Pogo said. On that note, the three downed their glasses of liquor. He looked at Karina once more. "I presume you were not born with powers?"

She shook her head. "Fortunately and unfortunately not."

"Then you, especially, will need to be careful. He'll consider you a weak link if he finds out," he advised.

"Don't worry," Five spoke up protectively. "I won't let anything get to her."

"I surely hope not."

Five slowly got to his feet. "Then I should probably get that ink. Complete the loop."

"Are you sure, my doll?" Karina looked at him in concern.

"Oh, I don't think destiny cares whether I am or not, love of mine," Five slipped his suit jacket off.

"Bitch is cruel, ain't she?" Tammy put in, getting up to give him her seat.

Karina went back to looking at the book thoughtfully, wondering if somehow she could decipher the symbols and their meanings.

"Well then, let’s get started," Pogo said.

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#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua #viktor hargreeves #aidan gallagher #tua s3 #tua season three #tua season 3 #tua fandom #tua fanfic #lila pitts #number five

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lovesgonnabe · 4 years ago

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Love Is Worth It - Mini Episode I: Happy Mothers Day

Characters: Chris Evans x Maya Alonso-Evans (Black OFC)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, cursing,daddy kink, fake IG Post.

Word Count: IDK Yet(Soon)

Summary: What happens when there is a surprise on the Horizon?

AN/Disclaimer: There’s only slight edits so there may be errors. Also if you haven’t noticed this series will have many time jump things referenced here may make more sense later on in the series when new episodes come out so please bear with me.

Taglist: @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss, @canadian-girl87, @i-just-like-fanfics, @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful if you would like to join the taglist let me know.

Please leave a note and tell me what you think!

May 9th, 2021

Boston was moving from chilly too warm with still more cold days than not. Boston at this time was beautiful even The Evans home was littered with flowers. The beginning of 2021 has been eventful for the Evans Family.

Chris's A Starting Point has taken off like no one had expected, doing incredible number in educating a whole generation on one of Chris’s passions politics and the world.

While Maya within the few months has launched her skincare line Lavish Lilah Skin, and has been able to open back up her dermatology offices with the slowing down of the current devastating pandemic.

This Mothers Day for the family of 3 was different but the same at the same time.

Maya's Birthday has just passed, Chris filming schedule will pick up in the Summer and for the last year Delilah has been homeschooled.

With work picking up for the couple May 9th was a beautiful day for the Evans to just relax and be together as a family.

Its 9 am and Maya was sprawled in the middle of their California King Bed as Chris and Delilah were in the downstairs getting Maya's Mothers Day Gift ready.

"Ok Lilah you've got mommy's gifts and I've got the food you ready?" Chris asked with the tray in his hand.

Delilah nodded and they headed up the steps to the master bedroom the 5 year old ran up too the room first leaving Chris in her dust.

"Mom wake up its Mommy Day" Delilah said trying to climb the large bed.

Maya began to stir awake with a smirk on her face when she heard her baby girl struggle to to get up on the bed.

Delilah hooped on the outerman at the front of the bed and climbed to her mom laying up on Chris's said of the bed.

Delilah began to play with Maya's face.

"mommy get up me and daddy have gifs" Delilah said trying to open Maya's eyes with her little fingers.

Maya breaks out into a laugh now completely awake and pulling Delilah into a big hug kissing her all over the face.

When Chris walked in his two favorite girls were both laughing their heads off the sunlight in the room glowed on their golden skin as their smiling faces brought a bright smile to his.

"Are you two having fun without me" Chris asked as he walked to Maya's side of the bed.

Chris lays the tray on the night stand, pecking Maya on the lips mumbling a sweet Happy Mothers Day against her lips as he pulls her into a deeper kiss just enjoying the taste of her sinful lips.

When they pull away Maya moves over to make room for Chris in their large bed.

Delilah and Chris handed over the gifts to Maya, it wasn't a lot just some small things a card made by Maya from her zoom arts class, a mini breakfast in bed and more flowers *like she needed anymore*.

"Sweetheart I told you that you didn't have to do anything for me for Mothers Day especially everything you have done for me recently" Maya said taking sip from her coffee mug.

Chris chuckles thinking about the last few months, and he has been what you would call a rockstar husband.

With the pandemic Chris has been home a lot more he dropped a film he planned to star in and went full throttle on ASP which kept him home a lot making him kind of a stay home dad.

Chris did everything from some cooking to cleaning to school with Delilah. Him staying home was not only for him to do ASP and spend more time with his family but to let Maya work and bring her employess back so she can get her dermotobly practice back to as close to 100% as she can during a pandemic.

Not only that Chris hosted a surprise launch party/brithday party for Maya's new skincare venture in early April that was a small get together with all there closest friends and family (that were vaccinated). Even flying her parents who they haven’t seen in a year out to see them. (who were still in town and staying out in their guest home)

The three were still sitting in bed watching cartoons.

"My love if you thought today would go by and I would not celebrate you then you are out of your mind" Chris said kissing Maya's head.

The last four months have really shown Chris how much he admires Maya because everything he has been doing is what Maya has been doing since Dede was born.

So at least for today Chris was pulling out the red carpet for love of his life, after an hour of just lazying around Chris grabbed a now napping Delilah and told maya that she need to be dressed and ready to leave the house by 1pm which was 2 hours from the current time.

When 1pm hit the Evans and the Alonsos were out of the house and all in Maya's Truck.

They drove the 3 hours to the Alonso Family Estate in Martha's Vineyard and with Maya having absolutely no idea where they were going she grew antsy because unbeknownst to everyone in the car except her mother Maya was now Pregnant with her and Chris's second child and she was afraid she was going to have an accident in the car.

Maya was about 16 weeks how she has hide being pregnant from Chris for that long is a surprise and a miracle on its own.

However she just wanted to wait until she was absolutly sure that she could carry a complete trimester before telling anyone but her mom because her and Chris have tried 5 times after Delilah and has miscarred everytime.

All that faliure takes a toll not only on your body but on your psyche and she didn’t want to keep getting Chris's hopes up to keep failing him.

Even though he has been there through it all to hold her when she cries thinking about it or pick her up from the pool of blood in the middle of the night he was there holding her hand, but the of how many more times will he be able to do this with her still creeps in the back of Maya's mind.

Her mom's reassuring smile kept her calm while Chris and Maya held hands the entire ride up as they rolled up around 5pm to the estate that had multiply cars in the driveway.

When they walked in Maya's Brothers were both there along with Chris's parents, siblings and their kids.

Chris explained to Maya that with the kids out of school they all decided to being summer vacation a bit early.

As the night went on the all talked, laughed, ate good food and enjoyed each others company as one huge blended family.

It was coming up around 7pm it was golden hour outside and Maya knew for some reason it was time to tell Chris.

As Maya walked outside closet to the horses her mom followed.

"May baby cakes its time you can't live in fear forever" handing the ultrasound she kept in her purse and walking back into the house Maya took a deep breath as she sipped on her water and looked at sun hint the vinyard in the most majestic way.

"Maya you ok your mom wanted me to come and check in on you" Chris asked walking next to Maya who bit her lip which she did whenever she was nervous.

"Babe whats wrong" Chris knew something wasn't right the her body langague was and Chris could read his wife.

Maya tightly gripped the ultrasoud and turned toward Chris looking into his ocean blue eyes made her weak at the knees but she needed to focus.

She handed him the photo

"For the last 16 weeks or so I haven't found a way to tell that we are pregant and I guess this is it I am sorry I waited so long" Maya Says.

She smirks trying to keep it light hearted and Chris Smiles not even taking enough time to really process the new information with tears in his eye picking up Maya who squeals as he spins her around.

"I hope you know I knew already” he says putting her down leaving his arms around her waist.

"What do you mean you knew" Maya asked as her eyebrows frowned as she looked up at him.

"You underestimate how well I know your body" Chris says rubbing his hands up and down the curves of her body till her reached her ass giving it a good squeeze.

"Also you definitely did not hide this ultrasound that well so when I did first have hunch you had already confirmed it to me without even knowing it" Chris said.

He gave Maya his trademark smile and kissed his wife like his life depended on it.

"why didn’t you tell me you knew" she asked breaking the sweet embrace of the two lovers.

"the same reason you didn't I know that with you even though I hate it, some times I need to just watch from the sideline before you can put me in coach, but next time please do wait this long" Chris said.

Maya eyebrow raised "who said there will be a next time you better be lucky you are even getting 2 out of me sir" she said.

Chris laughs "thats what your mouth is saying now we will see what it says later when you riding papi's cock" He said kissing her lips even harder as they fought for domanice.

They knew both of there families were inside and thats why they stopped and just stood enjoying each others company.

"lets take a picture babe for memories" Chris said.

They pulled apart and Maya laughed .

"Chris look at you trying to take flicks for the gram" Maya said posing next to her favorite horse.

Chris took the picture and put it on his instagram along with a picture of Maya when she was pregnant with Delilah.

Chris laughed grapped her hand and they walked inside and told everyone the good news.

This will definaly be a Mothers Day they would never forget!

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x black ofc #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x black reader

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kpopinesss · 5 years ago

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[ateez] S A N ➱ baby daddy au

YOU HAVE TO RAISE HIS SON AFTER HE LEAVES. MAFIA SAN.

warnings: teen pregnancy

a/n: sorry ya’ll I accidentally posted this on my main lol - @atinybitofau

• raising a son on your own was hard.

• raising a son whose genes were on par to his notorious father was even harder—

• a hooligan. a mischievous troublemaker.

• an eyesore in morality.

• and yes, your son was just like him.

• cold. ruthless. blood thirsty.

• but unlike San, your son loved you enough never to leave you.

• appreciated the things you did for him enough to stay.

• “Eomma..”

• you turn on your side when your son interrupts your slumber,

• injuries blatant on his tethered arm.

• raising a child who’s now 13 since you were 16 never easy.

• “Where were you, Ari?”

• he sits at the edge of your bed and leans for the warmth only a mother could give. “I was trying to get your medicine.. but I ended up causing a scene and the store owner kicked me out.”

• you sigh letting him lay down beside you. “It’s just a little cold. You don’t need to go and risk your life to save mine.”

• he wants to ask you.

• he’s old enough..

• why hasn’t his father came back to be the one the take care of you?

• to take care of him.

• why do you have to suffer alone?

• “Ari, just do me a favor and take care of yourself the way you do for me.” you cuddle into your sons warmth too. “That’s all I need.”

• but you’re lying.

• you’re getting sicker.

• and he can’t take it anymore.

• he goes to lower than the low to find something to save you, his mother.

• eventually ending up tied up in San’s gang house.

• brutally beat for intervening a drug heist—

• “Alright you little shit,” San holds your son up by the collar, blood running down his face mixed with his tears. “I don’t care that you’re 13 years old. Hell you could’ve been 10 and I’ll still beat the living crap out of you. No one just comes barging into a drug heist for no reason. That’s not just a coincidence.”

• it is.

• it really is.

• and maybe god was just giving him a sign.

• because you were on the verge of dying—

• and his own son being dealt his life and in the hands of his own father,

• yet San still didn’t know what was going on.

• what sign god was trying to give him.

• “I have to admit.” San runs a finger down his son’s chiseled jaw and smirks. “You’ve got a nice face. But in a couple minutes, you might not even be able to recognize it anymore.”

• “I-I-I was just trying to get medicine for my mom! I swear.”

• San really needed to get a clue.

• not all drugs were recreational.

• and some—

• some can actually save lives not just make dirty money.

• “You think I’ll believe that sissy crap?”

• Ari shudders looking to his torn up jeans. “H-her pictures in my wallet. I swear, she’s the only thing I’ll do anything illegal for. I promise I wasn’t trying to fuck anything up. She’d kill me if I got involved. Kill herself if I pushed myself too far.”

• he’s convinced at the desperation in the poor kid’s voice.

• normally not as merciful but he digs through the kid’s pocket for the picture anyway.

• and he should be glad he did because shit—

• the picture of you made him go from 100 to 0 real quick.

• “Y/n?”

• “T-that’s her! That’s my mom.”

• San glances up at the beat up kid, horrified.

• horrified at the sight.

• that he was basically beating to death a walking replica of himself.

• an age far enough that fit the time he left you.

• “You’re telling me my high school sweetheart..” San’s bloody fingers curl around your picture. “The woman you’ve been trying to steal medication for is your mom? The woman in this picture.”

• he’s at first in denial.

• that the kid he almost beat to death was your son.

• but denial hits him even harder the chances he could also be the father.

• “M-my mom is everything to me.” Ari bawls his last tears out begging for his own father to spare his life. or anything to save yours. “She’s only got me. I’ve only got her. S-sir please. At least save her. If you wanna kill me sir, please save my mom first.”

• his jaw clenches,

• still knealt down on one knee propped in front of his pleading son.

• studying every feature of his face.

• how on par everything was to his own.

• San was beating up his son, he realized.

• holy shit he was about to kill his own son.

• “Why didn’t she tell me?”

• “W-what?” his son chokes. “What do you mean?”

• “Fucking hell— kid, I think I’m your dad.”

• the five days that your son was held captive was long enough for your body to grow cold and weaker.

• laying in a hospital bed nearly blacked out.

• your son cries over your body as you sleep.

• hoping he’s not too late.

• not too late to give you the one thing that might be able to keep you alive.

• a husband?

• finally a father to your child.

• “You’re the husband?” the doctor finds San watching from the doorway awkwardly glancing at the black dressed men who towered behind him. “You’ve got quite the entourage there, sir. But not even an army of soldiers would be able to save your wife right now. She’s hanging on a thin line. Barely holding on. That woman needs a miracle if she wants to live the next good years of her life.”

• San watches as his son that he never knew about cries over you.

• wishes you would’ve told him..

• he would’ve stayed.

• would’ve loved you.

• why were you always so selfish? always wanting to do things that pushed you too far even if there were another option available.

• “Eomma.”

• you hear everything.

• your son.

• San.

• “Ma, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get the medicine. I got into trouble again, ma. I’m sorry.” Ari folds his hand over your limp one’s. “B-but I have something even better. Someone who could help you and me. He can take care of us, ma.”

• it hurts.

• you want to wake up for your son because he deserves the world.

• he deserves a fight for the both of you but the option you chose came short.

• in the past, the option of never telling San in the first place of his own son.

• “Ma.. he’s gonna talk to you okay? I’m gonna let him talk to you.” Ari sniffles and suddenly your hand gets replaced with a different warmth. “He’s gonna tell you it’s gonna be okay. I love you, eomma. I love you. We’re gonna be okay.”

• it’s almost enough.

• your heart beats a little faster.

• burns a little more so you could breathe on your own.

• it’s definitely working.

• “You shoulda told me, bubba.”

• the nickname San had given you years ago,

• a nickname you thought you’d never hear again, rings in your ear and that light so far away,

• it gets further.

• “You shoulda told me about him. About you.” he lifts your hand against his trembling lips. “13 years? 13 years after I tell you to take care of yourself and now you’re almost dying. Come on now. My girl was a fighter. Pushed herself harder than she wanted to.”

• his voice is like a mantra—

• a dream that gives you a little bit more of life you we’re starting to lose.

• “Bubba, you were the love of my life. And I didn’t tell you enough how much I appreciated you. I know it may be too late and if god forbid I do lose you, I will make sure our baby stays safe okay?”

• you think if you were awake right now you’d be crying.

• as if a weight lifted off your shoulders.

• cause the one person who could save you right now—you and your son,

• was right here.

• ready to go merciless to keep you two safe.

• “I left loving you. And I’ll come back loving you. 13 years only kept us apart. But let me tell you, y/n, it never stopped me from loving you.”

• he’s unsure when he lets go of your hand.

• usually gets what he wants with one word—

• cause he’s a notorious mobster.

• but let’s just say you were the one thing he wanted he could’ve never gotten even with two words.

• 3?

• “I love you.” he continues. “And if I’m gonna have to love our son the way I should’ve loved you then so be it.”

• but life’s not like movies where you wake up right during a miracle.

• this miracle takes time.

• and after an EXPENSIVE deal of money and medicine to keep you alive,

• a year it takes for you to finally open your eyes.

• to a nice hospital bed room.

• filled with flowers and the reminiscent scent of old spice and San.

• your hair’s a bit longer.

• the sun’s definitely brighter.

• but not as bright as the smile you see once you turn to the side.

• “Good morning beautiful.” San reaches his forehead against yours. “How were your dreams?”

• you choke on a decent reply. “S-San?”

• “The one and only.”

• “Where’s— Where’s Ari? Where’s my—“

• “Our?” San chuckles softly. “You mean our son.”

• you kind of remember.

• it takes a while to remember the voices and the dreams in your head.

• how waking up to find them real was surreal on its own.

• “He’s at school, bubba.” San cradles your face in the palm of his hand staring at you like he was hypnotized. “I’ll have someone pick him up. Tell him mommy’s awake.”

• “San..” you shake your head in his hand. “How is this real?”

• “Our son might be a miracle worker. Brought us together the way we made him. Brought me so I could keep you alive.”

• cheesy as you remember.

• although this handsome and older version of your old flame you aren’t too sure.

• “So you just show up while I’m in a coma and play daddy while I sleep?” you hoarsely chuckle while he smiles against your lips. “Even after 13 years, you won’t grudge against me for not telling you?”

• “I can’t blame you for trying to save yourselves.” he admits with his lips still on yours. “I wasn’t good enough for you. I know still I’m not. But I’m gonna try this time. Even if I have to pretend I’m not who I am sometimes.”

• you two are interrupted by a crying teenager.

• one you remembered resembled San.

• but now them standing right next to each other,

• looking like two carbon copies and a surreal dream in your head.

• maybe you are dead...

• “Ma!” he shoves his father away abruptly. “Look ma! I brought dad! He helped pay your debt, pays for my school. Even finished the hospital bills.”

• you glare at your always boisterous ex boyfriend and long lost father to your son.

• “You did what?”

• “Did I mention this was my way of getting back at you for not telling me about my 14 year old son?”

• “San how the hell am I gonna pay you back?”

• you just woke up.

• and the doctor runs in ready to sedate to keep you stable for at least more than 24 hours.

• but the way San looks at you is enough.

• him being there like your life long medication itself.

• holding your hand while your son holds your other one proposing,

• “Marry me. And we can call it even.”

@atinybitofau

#ateez #ateez san #choi san #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez preferences #ateez oneshot #ateez x reader #san x reader #san imagines #san reactions #san scenarios #san oneshot #san mafia au #ateez mafia au #san baby daddy au #ateez dad au

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quillfeather21 · 4 years ago

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Kirishima Eijirou Headcanons

(Pls he’s so beautiful I love our shark Boi)

1/ He’s trans too! Sorry, don’t make the rules here!

2/ Has anxiety, depression, AND ADD. (Self projecting onto a character? No sir not in this household haha...)

3/ His ADD didn’t really bother him that much when he was younger, it mostly just got him used to schedules and VERY upset no fun times when a schedule would be disrupted. Now? He can only sit still for a couple episodes of a show MAX before he has to get up and just run around the dorm like a man possessed to get some of the energy off. He’ll go get stuff just so it looks like he was doing something other than running around maniacally.

4/ this boy is so forgetful. Goes to get himself a drink? Forgets he has it five minutes later and then gets excited when he finds it. Forgot the word umbrella once and was trying to ask for it from Todoroki. So he was just standing, yelling and pointing at the umbrella in Todoroki’s hand “THAT! I NEED ONE OF THOSE!!” As Todoroki just is like: “What does that even MEAN?!”

5/ disaster pan. He just looks at everyone and is like? What? How hot? How this ATTRACTIVE?! Beefcake guys? Bench press him please. Soft and pretty girls? Woohoo so soft and squishy great cuddles. Non-binaries? Whoops he has a crush on your pretty ass.

All he knows is everyone is hot and he doesn’t have a type. (Poly Bakusquad question mark?)

6/ Absolute himbo. So dumb and loving but drinks his respect women juice on the REGULAR. My man consumes that by the gallon.

7/ he’s colorblind and can really only see red really well. Every other color just looks like very washed out shades of gray, with maybe a hint of the actual color. That’s why his clothing is so mismatch he just sees GRAY. That’s also why he chose red as his hair color. He wanted to be able to see it.

8/ Lives with his mom and stepdad and six other siblings. Bio dad fucked off to Narnia and left him and his mom when he was around five. Two of his siblings are older from his stepdad’s previous marriage, and the baby is his half-sister and he LOVES her. He would murder for Emiko no questions asked. Someone hurts his baby sister? Be prepared to throw hands with Eijirou and his two step siblings.

8.5/ Birth order, oldest to youngest: Kaito (23), Asami (19), Eijirou, Takeo and Natsuki (twins, 7), Misa (4), and Emiko (1)

9/ Has stretch marks on his stomach and arms, plus his thighs due to his quirk constantly hardening and unhardening his skin. He’s self conscious of them but the squad has reassured him COUNTLESS times that they look like hella manly tiger stripes!

10/ gets dry lips in the winter and they crack and bleed. Dry skin in general is just the bane of his existence. Carries moisturizer with him on the daily.

11/ carries feminine hygiene products in his bag, pockets, wallet, shoes- if he’s there, chances are he has a pad or two plus a handful of tampons stashed somewhere on his person. Both for himself and whoever needs them.

12/ Is the one who created the more expresso less depresso chat as a semi-healthy coping mechanism. Talking about his feelings? Okay, but I’m also going to make jokes to hide how much it hurts! (Kiri baby that’s not how it works-)

13/ Mina calls him her son because she cut his hair for the first time when he was fledgling trans.

14/ Love language is gestures and gift giving. Step dad is pretty well off so his family isn’t in need of any money and so he LOVES to buy thoughtful and semi-expensive gifts for his friends.

15/ hated his step dad when him and his mom first started dating. Sought to make this man’s life a living HELL. Tried to screw up so many date nights for them because as far as little six year old Eijirou was concerned this man was NOT to be TRUSTED and he was probably going to HURT Eijirou’s MOMMY and that WON’T HAPPEN.

16/ Miyabi Kirishima (his step dad) won him over by taking him to the Crimson Riot festival in Crimson Riot’s hometown and asking Eijirou for permission to marry his mom. Eijirou was impressed by both the festival and Miyabi’s love for his mommy. But if he hurt Mommy then Eijirou would pour cement in his ears.

17/ His childhood home burnt when he was ten. Everything he owned was destroyed. The only things they managed to save from the rubble were his stuffed cat, Poochi, and a Crimson Riot action figure. He still has those two things.

18/ is decent at cooking because both of his parents work and the older siblings are all in college and so it’s up to him to take care of the younger siblings.

#kirishima #mha headcanons #trans kirishima

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sapphicmsmarvel · 5 years ago

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“That’s my wife”

Carol:

Carol, your beautiful, amazing, powerful wife, asked you to pick up some papers from the Avengers Tower, you had never been to the city so you were eager to leave as quickly as possible.

Tony's A.I. (whatever the hell that was) took you up to the floor they were on, he apparently he told her you were coming and she did some facial recognition to let you into the building.

When you walked into the floor the avengers were around the corner in some room, before you walked in you scanned the room with your X-Ray vision through the wall. In the room was Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Clint, Steve Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes. You recalled their names from the file that you had read on them, you wanted to know names when meeting them for the first time.

You heard Clint ask, "why are you cleaning?" It was Tony's voice you heard next, "because Carols wife is coming by to pick up some documents. And I enjoy Carols company and I'm excited to meet her wife so don't be an ass." Tony scolded. "Ugh, thank god its not Carol." Your blood sizzled, what was that in his tone. The little incompetent ass.

You heard Clint huff, "Carols such a show off."

You rolled your eyes, of course, when a woman does it, she's a show off but you don't say him saying that about any of the guys.

"She's not that much of one." Wanda said, folding her arms, her eyes becoming a steel gaze on Clint. Tony was just giving him a look. The rest of them all looked annoyed.

"Yeah, what's your deal?" Peter asked getting defensive. You rose your brows in surprise, Carol mentioned Peter Parker, the timid 16 year old who never "fought back". Your heart warmed at the idea of him sticking up for her.

She told you he was a good kid, and she was right.

"I don't care, it's annoying." He sighed. Hearing enough of the woman you were lucky enough to call your wife.

You stepped around the corner, "yet if she was a man, you'd say she was a powerful badass." You glared, holding your powers back from hurting someone.

"And who are you?" He snapped, not liking being called out for his bullshit. You smiled, "her wife. Y/N L/N-Danvers. I would say it was nice to meet you but I was raised not to lie."

You saw Tony look at you with a look of approval, the rest of them laughed and you asked, "papers?" He gestured to Steve who handed you the thick folder. Steve asked you, "you staying for a while?" You shook your head, "nah, I have a beautiful wife at home. But I promise we'll stop by in the future." With one warning glance at Clint who was sitting wordlessly, jaw slightly dropped. You said your goodbyes, spun on your heel and walked out. You were stiff as a board, head held high and heeled boots clicking you exited the room.

With your super-hearing you heard someone smack something, "nice going dumbass, way to make a first person." The voice was husky and not filled with laughter.

You grinned to yourself and flew home to your wife.

Wanda: Amica mia= my love

Being on missions with Wanda was both a blessing and a curse. There were times where one of you had to be the "catfish" or "slut" in order to get answers, usually you were the one who volunteered, much to Wanda's dismay.

"You give the signal when you need it, don't hesitate, please amica mia." "I know what to do Wanda, this isn't my first time." You smiled gently, kissing her head.

As the others set up, Bucky and Sam were your escorts into the club. Bucky's arm was hidden within his suit and his droid thing was waiting in the shadows for an attack.

Bucky elbowed you, "Wanda doesn't like this." He told you in russian.

You shrugged gently, "I'd rather be out here than her. Besides, I have my wife and my friends looking out for me, I'm not too bothered." You responded back, you smiled a pearly white look at the guard. As three walked by, he stopped your guards.

"Please sir," you said in a russian accent, "I'm new, and these are my guides, surely... you don't mind." You angled your body so your cleavage was on display and you gave him a hundred dollars.

He let you three in without another word. As you two walked away, Wanda's voice was in your head, I want to hurt him.

Oh relax, you said back, all in a days work my love.

You didn't mind doing this, it saved lives, you being the bait. You would rather be out there than Wanda, but you knew exactly where she was in the bar. She was by the bar, keeping an eye out. You didn't find any shame in being the bait, in fact it was empowering in a way. You knew exactly what you were supposed to do and you were good at what you did.

Bucky and Sam went to their corners to watch and wait for the bait. All you were to the "client" was a prostitute who had information, Stark managed to sell your profile as a valuable person who slept with his enemy. The clients, not Stark.

You felt a hand brush your shoulder, and it took everything in your power to not tense up.

That's him. Wanda said to you, you forced yourself to become neutral as the asshole walked and sat next to you.

"Hi, beautiful." He was slimy and gross.

You forced your sweet girl smile, "hello."

You two talked and talked so much that you felt like you were losing brain cells, listening to this pathetic man drone on and on about how hard his life was. You were patiently nodding your head and then suggested to go to the back room.

He anxiously followed, you ignored the fact that he popped a viagra, you tried not to roll your eyes again.

Men like this, liked dominance, you pinned him against the wall and let your thigh rub against his crotch. "I just have a few questions, sweetheart."

"I have the answers." He moaned out, his vodka breath making you wince.

Of course your technique revolved around getting him to talk about his kinks and make him vulnerable. You held a knife up against his throat, "now tell me where the bombs are?" You hissed.

He popped his eyes open to find the knife against his throat, "what- You bitch." He pushed you away, he was a lot stronger and a lot less drunk than you anticipated. He managed to get a knife out and slice your face which caused you to cry out. Luckily, your wife wasn't too far away.

You saw a blur of red come between you and him, Bucky and Sam followed in suit. They knew not to help you or check to see if you were okay, then let the asshole know about vulnerabilities.

"That bitch." Wanda hissed, "is my wife, and you will treat her with respect." Red flared around her arms, and you felt a kernel of her power rest around your waist. Not demanding you to be near her, but more like a warning, marking her territory.

Which you weren't gonna lie, you loved.

You four managed to get him into a quinjet and brought him to Fury.

Eventually you got him to talk about bombs and all the plans for future attacks, you two retired to your quarters and you looked in the mirror. The jagged red line was flaring down your face. She walked up behind you, "sit down." You leaned against the counter, she wet a cloth and grabbed the antiseptic, something that works fast that Banner came up with it.

You tried not to flinch as she rubbed the wound clean. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, just a scratch." You said.

"It's not fine, he should be in pain for laying a hand on you."

"Imagine the other girls he did this to. We know he hurt others."

"Exactly, they didn't have a team." She put a bandage on the cut. "I know better than telling you to not do it anymore just..." she put her forehead on yours, "I love you very much."

"I love you too." You smiled and kissed her.

Maria:

Nobody except Fury knew you existed. They had worked hard to make sure you and Maria's home was off the of SHIELDS grid.

Then one day, you decided to surprise her at work, you were tired of being the secret wife, even though you didn't mind it at first. But, you wanted to meet the Avengers and help them out every once and a while or just be their friend.

It got lonely.

You showed up with a bunch of freshly baked cookies to a meeting, you greeted the other agents with a smile even though they didn't know who you were.

"Hiya!" "Y/N, what're you....what're you doing here?" Maria asked, panic evident in her voice. "I wanted to visit you and Nick, the farm gets lonely." You shrugged and set cookies down on the table, "feel free to grab any!"

Of course they all went for your homemade snickerdoodles. Your smile was so bright as you talked to them that Maria couldn't even be mad.

"Who is she?" Banner asked her. "That's my wife." Maria said smiling as she ignored his look while she walked up to you and kissed you full on the lips.

She tasted the cinnamon sugar from your lips and felt your soft hands on her cheeks. You guys pulled away, you blushed at the attention from the Avengers while she smiled proudly, pulling you by the waist closer to her.

"Everybody, this is my wife, Y/N."

Natasha: This mission scared you, Nat had gotten shot a few months back, nearly lost her life and now she was back in the field with you. You felt better that you were with her but it was still scary.

You honestly should be used to it by now.

You two were with a group of people who refused to do the dirty work themselves and saying how you and Nat "had to" because you were more experienced.

"Here's the thing, dumbass," you said, "to get more experienced you have to actually do stuff and not let anyone do anything for you. I know you're used to mommy and daddy handing you everything but that isn't how this shit works." You hissed.

You didn't have to look at Natasha to know she was biting back a smile. She loved when you got feisty and you really took the point home with him.

"You can't talk to me like that you bitch." "Hey, that's my wife you're talking about," Natasha snapped, "and she can talk to you however she damn well pleases." Natasha snapped.

They all went quiet, "yeah you see how its quiet?" She asked, "I want that same reaction when she talks. Understood?"

It was quiet so she repeated, "I said, understood?"

They all nodded and she looked at you, "great." You clapped, "go get your gear! Now!"

They scattered and she looked at you, "sexy L/N." She said wrapping her arms around your waist, "I like when you get in charge." She said kissing your cheek.

You shrugged, "you're welcome I guess." You laughed.

Shuri: (Shuri is 23)

Shuri and you had been married for six months, yet the Royal Council didn't see your advice fit in situations, despite the fact that both King T'challa and Princess Shuri vouched for you.

You said how people in Wakanda needed more same-sex education when it came to sex because you had to go on YouTube to find out how to practice safe sex. They got all upset because A. you said sex and B. they didn't wanna listen.

They kept blowing you off and you just sighed sitting in your seat, Shuri noticed this and held your hand.

One of the Elders had asked, "any more comments?" "Yes, actually." Shuri said standing up, "when my wife says something, you listen , understood?"

They nodded, afraid of Shuri for once because they had never seen the young queen mad, Shuri looked at you, "my love?"

You smiled, and continued with what you were trying to say, the Elders hanging on your every word.

Sorry shuri's is so short! I lost momentum.

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 4 years ago

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New Life Pt. 1

-You lived any normal life get up, go to school, head back home, and repeat. It was until your school had an interesting meeting with the one and only Tony Stark. Will meeting him be the best moment of your life or worst.-

Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, future-Peter Parker x Reader

“We have to leave.” The man said You clutch your teddy as the man packs your bags full of clothes and toys. “Who are you? Where are we going where’s papa?” you asked following the man around your room “That man is dangerous and we have to leave.” He continues to pack as your mother enters. “Mamma!” You rush over to her and hug her legs she looks down at you as tears blur her eyes.

“Is everything ready,” The man nods, “ Then go hurry.” She said. “Mommy what’s happening?” you ask as she kneels down to your eye level. “Just remember pumpkin I love you.” She wipes the tear from her eyes as she stands back up fixing her skirt, she nods towards the man “Go.”

He scoops you into his arms and being walking out of your room and out the house. “Mommy! Stop come back! Let me go!” You cry

“y/n...”

“Y/n.”

“Y/N!”

You open your hear Harry yell down the hall. “I’m up..I’m up.” You answer rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You trudge into the bathroom and splash some water onto your face, pulling on some clothes and walking into the kitchenette where Harry is making food.

“Morning Harry.” You greeted as you pulled on your shoes and packed your bag for school. Harry had always been part of you life since you were little. You couldn’t really remember your mother only brief memories before she left just like your dad who was never in the picture.

“You ready for your first day at Midtown?” Harry asked placing a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of your seat. You shrugged “The entrance will be a breeze I heard they have an academic decathlon team that I might try out for.”

Glancing at the clock “Crap! I gotta go I see you after work Harry.” You say grabbing your bag head out not before hearing a goodbye.

Heading outside to see Peter heading towards the bus “Hey Parker!” You yell causing him to turn back and wave as you run up to meet with him.

“Hey Y/n you excited for midtown, I hope you like the classes are cool there is Flash though but it will be cool and everything and-” He spewed out conversation

“Woah calm down Parker your more nervous about be going then I am relax this class will be a breeze.” You smile as you both boarded the bus. “Well it doesn’t help that your like some super genius and all.” Peter pouted as building passed by.

When you guys finally got to school there were many students entering as you glanced over at Peter he was waving at some guy as he walked up to each other and did a handshake.

“Ned this is my friend Y/n she lives in the building next door and this is Ned my bestfriend” He points to both of you. Ned smiles and which you return. “This is your first day here you excited.” You nodded as your head the bell ring you all began to walk in as you got closer to the office your palms began to sweat as you ran your hands through your hair to calm yourself.

“Hey,” Peter grabbed your hand, ”You are going to do great remember relax your a mini Einstein.” You nodded Right before you enter you gave Peter a quick smile. ‘You got this Y/n.’

You walked up to the desk “Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n” the lady at the desk smiled “yes Principal Morita for your entrance exam.” she points towards one of the conference room.

Principal Morita sat at one of table “Ms. Y/l/n it’s a pleasure to meet your exam is right here take your time.” He explain as you placed your bag down and grab a pencil.

“You may begin good luck.” He said going over to another table and began work on some papers. As you look through these questions you realized how easy it was breezing through each question and now halfway through the essay.

Adding some finishing details before walking over to him “Sir I finished.” you handed him the exam. He looked up at you shocked “It’s only been an hour this is a 3 hour test.” He flips through the pages skimming through the answers

“You got them all right.” He gasped staring at you “Isn’t that a good thing.” You grab your bag. He nods standing up with you “Yes very good only a 3 people have gotten a perfect score.” He looks over at you in shock.

You nod “Well I guess I’m 4th then.” A smile graces your face you can’t wait to tell Peter. Principal Mortia hands you a schedule “These are your classes you are to report to your second class and later in the day we have an assembly for the new year so if you need help around the school don’t be afraid to ask.” He leads you out in the hall way right as the bells ring.

Students fill the hallway as they make their way to their next class. You look down at your schedule for Physics class glancing back up for the room number. A girl with curly brown hair walks up to you looking over you shoulder “Your the new girl.” she states You nod “Um yeah I’m just looking Physics.”

She grabs your arms and begins to drag you down the hall “It’s that room.” As she makes her way down the hall “Thanks!” You call to her. She waves and turns the corner.

Entering the classroom the students are in their seats you see Peter and Ned sitting together as they wave at you. “Ah you must be Y/n. Class this is our new student Y/n Y/l/n, is there anything you want to say to yourself.” The teacher which you learn was Mrs. Warren.

“Um hey My name is Y/n which you already know and that’s really it.” You grin fades looking at them who didn’t care. “Well Y/n you can sit next to Flash over there.” You nod and walk over to his table and sit down pulling out your notebook.

“Hi, I’m Flash Thompson.” He smiles trying so desperately to flirt with you you nod not saying anything before going back to work. You feel eyes on you and turn around to see Peter staring at you causing him to blush and look down, which put a smile on your face.

After class finish gave you his number using the excuse for when your guys have projects you give him and fake smile before heading over to Peter and Ned who were waiting by the door. “What’s that,” Ned points to the paper in your hand you crumble it up and throw it out, “Just Flash’s number he really wants some girl to like him.” You laugh as you guys made it to your next class.

“So how was the exam?” Peter asked opening up his locker after meeting up with him and Ned for lunch. “It was good I finished in like a hour or something.” You shrugged. “WHAT!” He yelled slamming his locker causing you to jump and people to stare. “Yeah its that a big deal?” You questioned

“Yes! it’s a big deal you have so much time left to look over omg did you fail you probably failed you should have taken your time-” He panicked his face getting red. You placed your hands on his shoulders shaking him “Calm down Parker it doesn’t even matter I got a perfect score.” saying it nonchalant.

“WHAT!” he yelled again people stared at him again. “That’s great Y/n!” Ned congratulated you. “Ned this is a huggge deal. Only 3 people have gotten perfect score!” Peter exclaimed, “Well now 4.” you added.

“How did you get a perfect score it’s literally impossible!?” He asked You shrugged “I don’t know I just answers the question they weren’t really that hard right.” You tilted your head in confusion frustrating Peter even more causing Ned to laugh as you all made your way to the cafeteria.

As the day wrapped up people kept talking about the assembly and that someone important was supposed to be there so when the announcement for everyone to head to the auditorium had you, Peter, and Ned following the rest of your peers. As you got closer people were throwing around ideas of what this is as you made your way to sit in the many rows. Peter leaned over and whispered in your ears as people quieted down as teachers made sure everyone was here “It’s usually some slideshow about the rules and stuff. Pretty boring.” You look back at him “Whatever you say Parker.”

The lights dimmed as Principal Morita walked on stage “Afternoon Midtown. I hope you all have had a good first day, usually we would go over rules but today we have a very special guest here today, I won’t keep you all wait so here today is the one and only Tony Stark!” he announced causing everyone to stand up and cheer as Tony walked on stage. You glanced over and saw Peter with his jaw dropped and Ned was jumping up and down shouting “I love you Iron Man.”

“Close you mouth before you catch flies Parker.” You yelled over the cheers making him blush.

Tony talked about technology and all that jazz and people asked questions about the avengers. Someone as a question about his suit leading him into a whole tangent, “And with that I brought up a equation from the thruster in my suit and War Machine.” People read through the equation not even trying to figure out what it means.

“Any questions?” He clapped his hands looking through the crowd of hundreds of high school students. Hands shot up around you students wanting to have his notice but you had a frown on your face. “It’s wrong.” You stated having Peter snap his head over to you.

“Mr. Stark knows what he is doing he never wrong.” defending his mentor “He may be Tony Stark but he is wrong.” you state continuing to stare at the board. Tony scans through the crowd before points at you

“You girl with the frown any problems?” Tony put his hands in his pockets,

“Yeah you equation is wrong,” you said nonchalant gasped went around the room Peter spitting out his water that he was drinking. Some teachers glared shocked that this 16-year-old was telling the Tony Stark that he is wrong, “I’m pretty sure I know if I had something wrong.” He laughed

“Well, you don’t if you don’t move your decimal you cause a meltdown in the accelerator of your thrusters.” She replied pointed at the long equation with many variables and variations to it.

He looks at the board going over he realized the you was right when going to reply to but a two teachers had already taken you heading out probably ready to tear you a new one.

You definitely screwed you just enter this school before embarrassing the entire school in front of Tony Stark. You stay outside not being able to enter as they called up Harry ‘Fuck I’m really gonna get it tonight.’ The doors open and people began heading out of the building many people were staring at you whispering to their friends. You curl in on yourself not enjoying the unwanted attention you look up and see Peter and Ned looking around probably for you. Ned locks eyes with you and slaps Peter’s arm to get his attention, they make there way over to you and immediately smacked your arm.

“Ow Parker what the hell,” you rub your arm, “Are you crazy Y/n! You literally said Mr. Stark is wrong that was stupid.” “amazing.” both Peter and Ned finished.

“Ned!” Ned shrugged “What she stood up to Tony Stark that’s so badass.” You smile and high-five each other causing Peter to run his hand down his face.

People start moving out of the way causing you guys to look over and see Mr. Stark walking over to you “Crap Mortia wants me to apologize or I’m screwed”

Tony now stood in front of you guys Ned looked like he wanted to faint and Peter had an arm on him just incase “Hi Mr. Stark” Peter greets his mentor “Parker.” Tony nods before looking over at you

“Yeah yeah I know i shouldn’t have said that and my teachers and principal said I had to apologize or I’m screwed for life.” You explained running a hand through your hair causing tony to notice how familiar you look and how you have a similar nervous tick.

“That’s fine really you were right anyway thanks, for the warning wouldn’t want the meltdown during flight.” He joked waving you off. “You got that equation down well not even college students solve it. So you got a name kid.” He smiled holding a hand out.

“Y/n. Y/n Y/L/N.” You shook his hand with a small smile. Tony freezes for a second looking you up and down studying you making you slightly nervous.

“Nice to meet you but this might be weird but I just might be your dad.”

#peter parker x reader #ned leeds x platonic!reader #tony stark #tony x reader #tony stark masterlist #tony stark x daughter!reader #peter parker x stark!daughter #peter parker x stark!reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #New Life Masterlist

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vanityloves · 4 years ago

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anyways im gonna listen to/read the fuckin...rise of the ogre shit bc ive been putting it off 🪓🥴 im gonna put stuff under the cut bc im gonna be TALKING n dont wanna make a new post everytime

piss

ok he performed for 2 pounds 50. which is basically $3 today i- well it was absolutely a power play on his father behalf that also had the promise of money so.

also lol he said Rejection fueled my ambitions which, yknow,, i already knew but it still hurts and i will continue to talk ab it xoxo

AH HELP. "...if ebay had been invented at the time he would've sold me online there and then,"

"man hands on misery to man, yknow"

THEN PROCEEDS TO CONNECT IT TO MUSIC/HIS CAREER. this man said :) the one thing i truly have a passion for. the one thing i fucking like.

oh yeah. bullied by students AND teachers.

oh god hes 42ish during this interview? ok.

the fuckin school bully saying he wouldve acted differently if he knew what hed become

getting called "faceache", then proceeds to call 2d that. jfc he really does just repeat what everyone says. really "treating others how i was treated/how they treat me"

maybe thats why? hes kinder to fans? bc :] you support me and like me so, ok ill return that energy

MURDOC GETTING HIS ASS BEAT N PARADING HOME LIKE WELL I WON BC 'I PISSED YOU OFF' SJDJD

a real rowdy boy. absolute nasty boy. fraud and arson... shooting ppls windows with his air pistols

black sabbath being a huge inspiration? fucking absolutely.

became a satanist n shit at age 16? "it fitted me like a glove" "heavy metal and devil worshipping became my favorite past times" ajsj funny that ppl in trying times often seek religion or following of some sort

heavy metal being his favorite, n loving the clash, while hannibals was more punk based

hannibal breaking murdocs nose for the 2nd and 3rd time for playing his music on hannibals turntable

he doesnt sound that bitter? ab hannibal? he doesnt sound incredibly fond but he talks ab how he got him into a lot of music. so, i imagine they we're a bit closer than i thought?

international baccalaureate in antisocial? anthropology?

MURDOC IS ACTUALLY SMART HE WAS JUST. NOT INTERESTED IN THE SUBJECTS? I GUESS? (also,,, he literally Built cyborg noodle and i think he had a PhD too lol. but its always nice to hear hes actually...yknow, interested or good at other things)

alright but murdoc having a fascination w/ other cultures - or at least some interests, that lead him to actually study the damn subject and "pass with flying colors"

'fuck college though. im gonna be a rockstar'

he sold his soul at 18ish? whenever the fuck he got kicked out but college was mentioned so my brain goes to 18ish idk

he lived with his father still and paid rent via low paying jobs one including 'part time dressing as santa'

help he was ab to take a Personal Job for quick cash and uhh well, "still made me call him sir though" he really said 20 dollars is 20 dollars, huh "that story was totally true"

alright, 1997,,,

2d stuff

loves zombie stuff? thats really cute, and is freaked out by the way they move. god he rambles

both he and murdoc are horses in the chinese zodiac

[[jfc ok if the official shit compares them a lot i understand why ppl ship them but Dont. its a narrative foil and that doesnt always mean Romance jfc.]]

SUMTHINK.

truly... a lil stinker. super cute bouncing baby and a "bit thick" which is stull so endearing to me. hes just a happy man!

excitable 10 year old and would dance around his room

jfc the fact he has normal/caring parents. i kinda forget how opposite hes supposed to be from murdoc but i think thats another thing jsjsysg (murdoc said why isnt my tragic story making me famous why does he get to be the Star. no wonder he acts like a loon)

i still dont get how gettin bonked by a tree branch made him go bald and also turn his hair blue

big tiddy nurse mommy,,,

went to the same school as The Cure and got decent grades despite hittin the noggin quite hard. WANTED TO BE A STORM CHASER... OMG??

oh thats really cute, hed bond with his dad by building keyboards toegther 🥺💕

messed around with paints and graffiti? artistic king

MURDOC AGAIN: QHDJ 'VILLANOUS' GANG HELP

oh yeah d day...new instruments, new band, new singer - and 'had to be the best or no dice' and absolutely CONFIDENT that his songs were bangers ajsjd

but on that same note, had absolute faith (or desperate) in 2d which i love

ransacked the fucking music shop jdjdj and 2d said he was Just Standing There behind the counter the whole shift hdhdh

"thats when your eye came out, yeah" "yeah!-" HELP WHY DOES HE SOUND SO HAPPY AB IT ?? yes he said ut hurt but he sounds...ok

jfc murdoc ragdolling this poor mf around. dunking him and slapping him around. actually? so incredibly terrible and abusive and i hate him for that 🔫 im sorry 2d stans. we dont condone that behavior here ong.

how and why the FUCK did 2d's parents allow that fucker near their child after that i??? help. wtf. his moms a nurse why didnt she just have murdoc sit in plain view of other people. god damn.

2d flying out the window n hitting the curb "whoops"

"just two black holes...[ah] it looked great...a blue hair, blacked eyed GOD- the girls would go wild-" "pretty boy looks" ???? HELP. HE DOESNT GO LIGHT ON THE COMPLIMENTS, HUH

RUSS TIME

oh yeah, he straight up kiddnapped this man help. idk how he managed that, russ is a Big Man??

AND MURDOCS MUSIC WAS SO FUCKING SEXY GOOD that russel said hm alright ill stay, :] out ifbhis owm free will im screaming.

"oh this is one of them febreeze commercials" "uh . yeah sure. *murdoc turning on his Sick Tunes*" but that either means? it was just his guitar playing the convinced russ? unless he and 2d recorded sumn?

"2d was the looks, murdoc the brains, then russel truly was the heart"

'while 2d and murdoc liked music, this man was a MUSICIAN' god fucking bless this book holy shit ny man russ getting some respect. he said back hurts from carrying this band.

murdoc basically heard this guy had big trauma that gave him So Many Skills n said "thats what i want" ok idk thats actually really? inch rest ting to me. seems that murdocs fine handing out compliments but i guess that where his charisma really helps out yeah?

"he was going to be in my band whether he liked it or not" ...murdoc-

HELP. 2D IS LIKE BRO GO ON IM LISTENING 🥺 despite hearing the story 50-60 times and murdoc said fuck off you lil shit.

ok irrelevant but i love his voice! its super comforting n nice to listen to 🥺

HELP MURDOCS SO BITTER. "NOTHING THAT HAPPENS TO US IS NORMAL" WELL YEAH. THIS IS TRAUMA CENTRAL.

idk how/why he sucked up all his friends souls though ... how are they all possessing the same person. they said "its my turn on The Russ"

DELL IS HIS ACTUAL, LITERAL SOULMATE...KING...😭

went to a private school,,, and was already possessed? and the thing where he gets bigger and smaller is a reoccurring thing?

was in a coma for 4 years?

hiphop machine...time and history...the ultimate set i guess.

his knowledge was infinite and hes a "Renaissance man" hes so fucking smart our king. jack of all trades but a master of drums. he said i know im good and what of it

PAULA.

HELP. HE RMBRS THE STALL: CUBICAL NUMBER 3 🥴 IF I DO RECALL 🤤

yes russel our king. fuck up his nose 5 more times. probably stunted his growth too. he shrunk after russ gave him a wallop im sure

why dies paula sound like tracer overwatch

also only dated 2d for 2 months before joining the band?

HELP SHE REALLY WAS THE FIRST MURDOC FUCKER: "but when i saw murdoc with his thick greasy hair, green teeth and yellow skin i thought 'oh this is the ine for me!'" "OH HES SUCH A DANDY-" HELP ME IM HQJDHD

sick in the head...like i want to hurt people help girl. shes fucking Crazy. but she rly said damn i didnt hear back from him again 😭 and my purse is gone JSHHD

MURDOC: SHE WAS DEPRESSINGLY UGLY *still fucked her*

NOODLE TIME

"small japanese person!"

2d: we werent gorillaz until noodle arrived!

im dying the reason he chose gorillaz. 'swinging through the jungle baring my ass'

noodle really said "im just happy to be here" and she balanced everyone out 😭 "she gave off pure love and the fact that she could laugh at murdoc REALLY helped too" RUSS... IS BABY

JFC MURDOCS SO FUCKING CONFIDENT IN THIS BAND IM LIVING FOR THAT. HE SAID YOU WANT US SO BAD IT MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID. THE CHARISMA

2d rambling ab some girl he met and "ssSs" "whats the s stand for hawhaw" "i dont know!".

THE RECORD LABEL GUY.

one song is all it took i ❤ good for them

just murdoc talking ab the party that they threw for thier deal and saying "you dont know how much of a dick i felt like [when carrying one of those huge checks]" like oh thats whatll make you a dick? alright.

A FOOD FIGHT THAT WENT SO HARD THAT IT KNOCKED 2DS TONSILS OUT? WHAT THE FUCK

ahshdj damon and murdoc not getting along bc of Rival Band One Uppery + damon calling murdocs cuban heels crap since ge wore steel ones with gold spurs.

MURDOC FEELIN EMBARRASSED BC HES 'QUITE PROUD OF HIS SHOES'

but the band and damon getting over music and their ambitions and became a "paternal figure"

HELP MURDOC SAID AWIOGA @ RACHEL WHICH MADE HER THROW HER DRINK IN HIS FACE AND SPLIT FROM 2D. kinda sad actually, she said i still like 2d but murdoc kinda ruined it by trying to get it in with me, it put a strain in our relationship :/ oh god murdocs That Dude

nov 31 1998: started recording :]

40 tracks that got cut down to 15 holy shit

KONG STUDIOS 🤲

hooking up cameras in every room ejdjsu

webby artist of the year in 2006? holy shit

noodle learning ab kong studios omfg

JFC. YES I KNEW KONG WAS BUILT ON/IN A CEMETERY BUT I DIDNT KNOW PPL FOR THE FUCKING PLAGUE WHERE THROWN THERE HDJD

built in 1739?

the ghost of the first owners ghost still roams around in the kitchen in the early hours and moans 'aaa glass of water'

theres some rotting bullshit near the studios and in the summer its fucking TERRIBLE

the former owners were a biker gang, and they all died in a fire

murdoc said this place has bad vibes. i want it.

grim weather

the building feels impossible to escape from huHgg

#rip lol i feel annoying but my blog my rights ig #brainworm ivy #gorillaz rambles

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goodwriterwithbadhabits · 5 years ago

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March 15th

Master List

**Before you read this, I gotta say, this is my favorite story I wrote this year, it was so much fun to write and I really hope you like it!**

“Incoming mail ship.” Wonpil’s head shot up so fast, he smacked it on the duct he was repairing. “Ship docking in port 14. Let’s remain calm this time folks, the captain doesn’t want any more incident reports before we get home.” At the sound of his friend’s voice over the intercom, Wonpil, let go of the screwdriver he was holding, letting it float next to the open duct cover.

“Chan, I’m expecting a package, and it’s super important.”

“From your wife, right?” The younger man inquired, kicking off from the wall to propel himself towards his superior. Wonpil can’t help the grin on his face.

“Yeah, I got a transmission from her a month ago saying she sent me something, so I’m expecting it soon.” Both men grinned at this. “So I’ve gotten the last of the wiring soldered, but I need you to recoat it, troubleshoot and run a final diagnostics, and if I’m not back by the time that’s done, put the panel back in place and send me the reports.” Chan salutes, a cheesy grin on his face.

“Yes sir, take your time boss.” Wonpil nods, moving to the closed door at the end of the hall.

“Sector 113, gravity activated.” Both boys boots thump onto the floor, followed by the clank of multiple tools. Wonpil leaves the corridor quickly, turning the gravity back off and gives Chan one more salute before making his way to the ports.

The I.S.S Moonrise was the first ship of its kind, a high tech, orbital colony floating in the vastness of space, just past the edge of the Milky Way, a months journey from most of the inhabitant’s home planet of Earth. Wonpil was one of the lucky ones, only on the station for 18 months, 20, if you include the 2 months of travel to get there and back. As the current head of engineering, he got a lot more free reign of the station than most of its inhabitants, which were a mix of scientists, farmers, and historians.

“Paging Kim Wonpil, where are you Pil?” The voice over his comms made him roll his eyes.

“Why are you using the comms to annoy me, Jae?”

“First of all, it’s hyung.”

“No one’s used that term in almost 50 years, give it a rest.”

“Then it’s lieutenant.” The man whined.

“Then you should be calling me Chief Engineer,” Wonpil retorted, opening the hangar doors.

“Whatever, look Jihyo won't let me grab your package for you.” Wonpil felt like vibrating as he made his way to the group surrounding the mailing ship.

“No need, I’m right here.” The crowd opens for him to walk through, most either recognizing Wonpil, or the silver stripes on his uniform. He’s shocked to find Jihyo holding a package, as captain of the Hermes, she usually remained in the cockpit while Chaeyoung and Tsuyu handled the mail.

“I could have delivered it to him, Jihyo.” Jae whines, flipping through the letters he’d received, no doubt from his parents and sister.

“No can do, Y/n made me promise this box would go from my hand to his.” She punctuated her sentence by placing the small box in Wonpil’s outstretched hand.

“She came in person then?” Jihyo nodded, grinning as he signed for the mail.

“And she also wanted me to give you this.” She leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, making his face flush red.

“Aish,” He huffed, hiding his burning face behind his hands as those around them laughed.

“Come on kid, the Captain asked us to join him for lunch.” Jae slung his arm over Wonpil’s shoulder, though the smaller man simply knocked it away from him, turning back to Jihyo.

“I’m actually sending something today,” He told her, pulling a small box from his pocket. “Make sure she gets it okay?”

“No problem.” Jihyo nodded, “Want me to give her a kiss for you?” Wonpil couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up.

“No, we’ll save those for when I get home.”

“See you in two months, Wonpil.”

“See you then, Ji.” He saluted the woman, before finally letting Jae lead him to Sungjin’s office. Wonpil decided to open the package during lunch, knowing full well that Brian and Dowoon would want to know what you had sent him.

“Good afternoon Lieutenant Park, Chief Kim.” The robotic voice greeted as the two entered the spacious room Sungjin and the other two boys were sitting in.

“Nothing is as beautiful as a sunset on Earth, the west coast of America has the best views,” Brian told the youngest boy, who shook his head.

“No chance, Olympian sunsets are better,” Dowoon argued. Brian turned to his best friend and eternal roommate.

“Jae, which is better, West Coast Sunsets or Olympian sunsets?” Jae shrugged, dropping into his seat next to him.

“Never been to Olympia, so I say West Coast.”

“What about you, Jin?” The Captain paused mid-bite, to sigh.

“I didn’t want to be brought into this argument. You argue Earth vs Mars every week.” He grumbled.

“Then I will end the argument.” Wonpil decided, setting the box on the table. The boys gasped, Dowoon bouncing in his chair.

“Is that from Y/n?” He asks, earning a nod from Wonpil. “Open it then,” Sungjin ordered, setting down his burger. Wonpil complied happily, and the contents made his heart clench. Resting in the box was a very small pair of shoes, knitted yellow booties, and a small SD card in a plastic case.

“Oh, she was so little.” Jae cooed, picking up the tiny shoes.

“They must be the shoes she came home in.” Wonpil realized, “She’s almost a year old.” He sighs, picking up the SD card. “Do you mind, Captain?” He asks, and Sungjin nods, tapping the table to expose the port.

“Go ahead, I want to see the little one.” He grins. Wonpil inserts the card, and a second later a hologram of his wife, sitting on a bed with a very small child on her lap appears above the table.

“Oh look at her,” Brian coos. “She’s getting so big.” Wonpil can’t help his smile as he rests his arm on the table, his head following.

“Hi, babe, and hello boys.” The recording begins. “Since I know the Captain will ask you to play this for him.” She grins, glancing down at the baby on her lap. “Will you say hello to Daddy and your Uncles?” She asks, earning a few baby sounds and a laugh from her daughter. She looks back up, smiling at the camera. “Hyebin says hi.” She giggles. “By the time you get this video, we’ll be celebrating her first birthday. My mom insists on getting her a smash cake.” Wonpil lets out a small laugh, remembering the mess that ensued from his oldest daughter’s first birthday. “And your parents are coming over to celebrate too, they know how much we all miss you.”

“Is that Daddy?” Another small voice fills the speakers and you look away from the camera, shaking your head.

“No baby, we’ll call him tomorrow, I’m filming a message for him though, would you like to say hello to him?” A second later, the tiny face of his oldest daughter filled the entire screen, making the boys laugh. “Too close Hyerin, everyone’s gonna be able to see up your nose.” The boys laugh again as the little girl lets out a tiny squeak and darts over to her mother’s legs.

“Hi, Daddy!” She waves. “I miss you! And uncle Dowoon. Mom says I have to be at least 10 before I can go with you to space.” She pouts the last few words.

“Why don’t you tell Daddy what you want to be when you grow up?”

“I wanna be a pilot! My teacher let us play on the simulator at school and I kept the plane up the longest.” You giggled at your daughter's excitement.

“I told her she had to wait until Sungjin was home for a week before she was allowed to go bother him.” You shifted, bringing Hyebin up to rest on your shoulder. “Rin, do you remember how old Bin is?”

“She’ll be a year old on the 19th next month.” Rin nodded, climbing onto the bed next to her mother.

“And how old will she be when daddy gets home?”

“16 months.”

“So how many months till Daddy gets home?” Rin pauses, counting on her fingers.

“Five!” She finally exclaims, looking to her mom for confirmation.

“Exactly.” You nod, patting Hyebin’s back as she begins to fuss. “Rin, can you do Mommy a favor and go get Binnie’s pacifier out of her bed?”

“The elephant, right.”

“That’s right, thank you, baby.” You watch for a moment as the little girl runs out of the room. “Oh, and I forgot to tell you, Lilo had her puppies, most of them have been adopted, but I’m letting Rin keep one so she has her own pet.” You smile, “And don’t worry Dowoon, we saved you a puppy as well, she’s staying with us until you get home.” Dowoon cheers, making the boys laugh. “I’ll be going back to work soon, turns out the mission to the probe is ahead of schedule, they want me there when the repairs begin, oh and babe, the shoes in the box, they’re the shoes Bin was brought home in, my grandmother made them, I thought you might like something from home for your desk, just don’t forget to bring them home with you, or my mom might fly out there and mug Brian for them.” Brian huffs, setting the yellow boots on the table. Rin comes back into the room, hands her mother the pacifier, and climbs back onto the bed. “Do you want to say anything else to daddy?”

“I miss you! And don’t feel bad that you won’t be here on my birthday. Mommy said you’ll be closer to me then than ever before, and that we’ll be able to see you from the control room.” Her grin falls into an exaggerated glare. “But don’t be late coming home, and don’t get hurt okay?” She points a stern finger at the camera.

“Do you want to say bye?” You prompt.

“Bye-bye Daddy, I’ll see you soon.” She waves, a grin that makes her look like Wonpil on her face.

“Bye babe, I love you. Stay safe okay?” You pick up Bin’s tiny hand, waving it to the camera. “Say bye to Daddy Binnie.” You let go of her hand, blowing a kiss to the camera. “Come home soon.” With a final set of waves from you and Rin, the recording ends.

Wonpil’s face is wet, he knows he’s crying, and he isn’t even ashamed of it as he hides his face in the crook of his arm.

“I know why Wonpil’s crying, why am I crying?” Dowoon mutters. “Why are you crying?” Wonpil looks up to find the youngest man pointing to Brian, who is wiping his eyes on the cuff of his sleeve.

“Rin’s gotten so big.” He mutters, earning chuckles from the boys.

“How do you think I feel?” Wonpil asks, wiping his own eyes. “She’s gonna be seven the day I leave.”

“I can’t wait to get back to Earth.” Jae sighs, “I miss my friends.”

“I miss New York Pizza.” Sungjin sighs and all the boys groan in agreement.

“Here’s a deal, when we get home, let’s go out for pizza, bring your families or whatever, we can go to Escape From New York.” Wonpil offers. “Maybe not the first night home, Y/n might kill me if I try leaving the house.” There’s another chorus of laughs. “Oh man, three months till we leave.” Sungjin sighs. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Not ready to give up command yet?” Brian jokes. Sungjin shakes his head.

“It’s not that, it’s…” He trails off, unsure of what to say.

“Here, everything we do means something incredible.” Dowoon begins, and the botanist looks away from the older boys, shy as ever. “Grow a plant and its next-gen Astro-terraforming, find a microbe in some nebula get to watch a species be born. Every message sent out to the probes, the colonies, it’s all integral to GASEX and the future of human and Xeno interactions. Back home, Mars, Earth, wherever the hell Jae is from.”

“Literally just the lunar colony.”

“Back home, yeah we’re respected, but the things we do, they aren’t breakthroughs, it’s just humans doing human things.” Dowoon finishes.

“Unless you’re Wonpil, then you go from repairing a spaceship to building them.” Jae jokes, lightening the mood. Wonpil feels his face heat up as he removes the SD card from the table port.

“Not for too long.” He confesses. “I’ve worked out a schedule, 11 months on, 11 home until the girls are old enough to join me here.” He tells them, earning cheers. “What about you, coming back anytime soon?”

“I will be. Come January I’m back on the Artemis.” Sungjin tosses a fry in his mouth. “And then I’m really Captain Sungjin again.”

“I’ll be on Earth for a few weeks before heading back to Mars.” Dowoon begins, stealing one of Sungjin’s fries. “I think I’ll be back here in 13 Earth months.” He shrugs.

“Well Jae and I aren’t leaving Earth anytime soon. Not till the coming March, I’m lecturing at Incheon BioCenter for a while and he’s gonna be teaching some languages over at The Seoul Communications Institute.” Brian gestures to Jae who grins, flashing a peace sign.

“So that puts us all back here, coming March?” Sungjin asks.

“Following January. I’ll be the last one back.” Wonpil informs him.

“So three months, technically four, and then we can avoid each other until then.” Brian jokes. “Here’s to avoiding you all until ‘56 then.”

The cabin is filled with the clinking of their glasses and for a moment, everything is normal.

Three months pass quickly, and soon finds Wonpil leaving the ship in the capable hands of Chirs Bang, Im Jaebeom becoming the temporary captain of the Moonrise and Jae successfully shutting up long enough to make his kissing the girl he’d been crushing on goodbye, something out of a romance novel. Wonpil watched his box of belongings, everything he’d collected from different planets and trade ships, being loaded onto the small ship that would carry him home with a heavy heart. This was one of those moments of belonging two places and having to choose between them.

And then they were setting off, Sungjin expertly piloting them back to the Milky Way, Jae standing as communications, and Jinyoung as navigation. The month passed in the blink of an eye, between rousing card games, basic repairs, and quiet conversations about home, and soon, they were whizzing past Mars, with Dowoon’s face glued to the porthole.

“This is the S.S. Artemis, we’re just outside Earth’s Atmo, ETA 6 minutes.” Jae’s professional voice barely masked his glee as he watched the sun peek over the planet’s edge.

“Welcome back to the Milky Way, Artemis. How do we look, Lieutenant Park?”

“Blue, and beautiful.” Jae breathed. “Feels good to be home.”

“Let’s get through atmo first.” Jinyoung chided. “Then we can celebrate.”

“Right, ladies and gentlemen, begin reentry preparation.” Sungjin’s command echoed through the small craft’s intercom. “We land in Seoul Spaceport in 6 minutes, let’s not be late.”

The first person off the ship was Sungjin, who earned a round of applause as he paused at the top of the exit stairs. He was followed quickly by Jae, who flung himself onto the nearest tree, hugging it like a lost lover. Wonpil was among the last to set foot on dry land, and he had the strongest urge to just lay in a flowerbed for a few hours. Instead, he dropped his sunglasses over his eyes and shouldered his bag, following the other engineers towards the flashing cameras.

“I see them!” The shrill voice of his daughter made Wonpil break into a grin, dropping to his knees and opening his arms for a hug. He watched his daughter fly past him, directly into Dowoon, and before he could react he found himself flat on his ass, a furry body pressed into his chest.

“Hello Lilo, how’s my girl been?’ He greeted the border collie, accepting the kisses she was planting on his chin. “Oh yes, I missed you too.” Finally dislodging the dog, he turned, finding Hyerin chattering excitedly to Dowoon while Brian laughed at him from a distance. Standing he snuck up to the girl, picking her up unexpectedly, making her shriek and giggle. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, spinning her around. “Daddy!” She cried, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. “I didn’t see you.”

“Did you really, or did you get distracted by Dr. Yoon?” Your voice made Wonpil turn quickly, grin expanding so much it hurt. There you were, after 20 long months, hair pulled mostly away from your face, sunglasses perched on the crown of your head, and his baby sleeping on your chest.

“Please, Y/n, just call me Dowoon, you make it so formal,” Dowoon whined, but Wonpil wasn’t really listening. He surged forward, still holding Rin, free hand coming up to your face to pull you in for a long-awaited kiss.

“I have seen the cosmos, more nebulas than I can count, and the birth of hundreds of stars, and nothing, nothing compares to seeing you again.” He whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Except maybe Pizza,” Jae whispered, leaning on your shoulder. The group began laughing, and you gave Wonpil one more kiss before turning to the other boys.

“Welcome home boys.” You grinned, giving each one a hug and introducing them to Hyebin who had just woken up. Rin remained firmly attached to Dowoon’s leg once let on the ground and Wonpil couldn’t even be upset, especially once his arms were quickly filled with Hyebin.

“Hello, little one.” He grinned, watching the way her eyes grew big as he spoke. “My little Binnie, you have a whole galaxy in your eyes, and the universe at your fingertips.” He cooed and the little girl giggled, her chubby fingers going to grab his cheek.

“And lucky for us, we have stardust in our veins.” You piped in, arm coming to wrap around your husband’s side as you all walked to your car.

“For now, let’s just keep our boots on solid ground, sound good?” He asked, and you looked up at him, shooting him a wink and the kind of smile that made him fall for you in the first place.

“Galactic.”

#day6 imagines #day6 imagine #day6 wonpil #kim wonpil #wonpil imagines #wonpil imagine #space au

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westannatasharomanoff · 4 years ago

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THG AU Chapter 25

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24

TW: Major Character Death, Bomb Mentions.

* Natasha and Wanda watched the television in shock. That morning, The Capitol had “accidentally” bombed several sections of District 3 while they were on the train.*

Woman on TV: The hovercraft accidentally dropped several bombs which were meant to be shipped from 3 to District 2 to help with peacekeeper training. The Capitol is still trying to take a census to find out who survived this tragic accident.

President Snow: (on the TV) Until we know more, we’re going to have to suspend all trains and hovercrafts going to, from, or through District 3 as well as all communication between District 3 and the rest of Panem. Don’t worry too much, though. Most of the labs and factories were completely fine, so the economy of District 3 should be completely back to normal within a month.

Natasha: Unbelievable. Thousands of people are dead and this guy is concerned about the economy.

Wanda: This was no more of an “accident” than the one in 12 sixteen years ago! *stands up* I can’t do this again! I’ll show them rebellion!

Natasha: Wanda, no. This is their game. If we don’t play by their rules, we face the consequences.

Wanda: We can’t just let them walk all over us! Next time they strike, we’ll lose everything.

Natasha: They only strike when we step out of line, Wanda! I can’t take that risk, and neither can you. Next time, it’ll be my parents. It’ll be Pietro. Not to mention we don’t even know who survived the attack on 3.

Wanda: So you think they’re okay? Why do you think Snow gave us these? *pulls out wilting rose*

Natasha: *tearing up* I don’t think they’re okay! I hope they’re okay, but I know they probably aren’t! I feel like my world is falling apart! I’m still coping with what happened to Clint, and I can’t handle this right now! Actually, I don’t think I can handle anything right now and I need to be alone.

Wanda: And I need my brother. *Wanda goes home*

*Natasha grabs her rose and runs to the edge of the woods. This was the place she met Bruce, the hillside she and Clint used to roll down as kids, the place where she and Yelena would build snow forts, the hill near Clint’s favorite hunting spot. It was her safe space. Natasha’s eyes burned with tears as she turned the wilting rose around in her hands, over and over. She let out a sob and threw it into the woods. *

* District 3, ten hours after the final bomb hit. *

The mayor (over an intercom): Attention citizens! A thorough search has been conducted and there are no undetonated bombs on the ground. It is safe to come out of your hiding spots. We are trying to get a head count, so please stay put as much as possible. That being said, feel free to try to find your loved ones in an orderly fashion.

Tony: I need to find Pepper and Morgan!

Bruce: I need to call Natasha!

*They go outside to see victor’s village and Tony’s street are completely fine, but Vision’s street is completely obliterated. A building right next to the lab they were moving things from was also gone, as well as a wall from the building they were in. *

Tony: No no no no no. Pepper! Morgan!

Bruce: What’s wrong? They should be safe if they were at home.

Tony: They went to visit Pepper’s sister this morning! She lived right near Vision.

A random rescue worker: Are you Tony Stark?

Tony: What do you want?

Rescue worker: Is this your daughter?

Tony: Morgunna! *grabs Morgan from the worker* Thank you so much! Where did you find her?

Rescue worker: She was in a partially collapsed storm shelter from the dark days.

Tony: Okay, Morgan. Can you tell me where mommy is?

Morgan: *crying and terrified* Mommy said stay in the hole.

Tony: *panicking* Yes. And then where did mommy go?

Morgan: She left me in the little metal hole. It was dark and scary.

Tony: *starting to cry* Okay. Do you want to go home, Morgunna? *Morgan nods* Let’s go home. *Goes and puts his name and Morgan’s name on the survivor log* Mommy might come find us later.

Bruce: Tony?

Tony: Hm?

Bruce: I hope you find her. And I’m really sorry if you don’t.

Tony: *hugging him* Thanks. I hope you get the chance to call Natasha soon.

*Tony took Morgan home and Bruce put his name in the survivor log.*

Bruce: *to the Capitol citizen running the census station* Is there any way I could call my wife and let her know I’m alive?

Person running the census station: What’s her name? Not to be that person, but she might not have survived.

Bruce: She actually lives in District 12. I was wondering if I could call her.

Person running the census station: Oh, you’re Bruce Banner! I’m sorry, all communication with other districts is cut off until further notice.

Bruce: Please? She probably thinks I’m dead.

Person running the census station: There are no exceptions to this rule. Don’t try to call her from home either, the lines are down.

Bruce: Okay, can I send her a letter?

Person running the census station: All communications are blocked, sir.

Bruce: What am I supposed to do then?!

Mayor: *from behind Bruce* The president said that if you survived, you should finish packing. He wants to send you to 12 as soon as things calm down. Start with anything personal you have in your lab space.

Bruce: Fine.

* Meanwhile in District 12, Wanda was trying to make dinner.*

Pietro: Hey, sis. I saw the news. Well, actually, we saw it while we were on the train, but we didn’t want to upset Natasha. We didn’t want to upset you either, but I was the only one who knew you had any sort of attachment to District 3.

Wanda: I’ll be fine. I’m just going to make dinner to take my mind off of it.

Pietro: Do you need a hug?

Wanda: *starts crying and hugs him* Yes!

Pietro: It’ll be okay, I promise.

Wanda: What if they get 12 again?!

Pietro: Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.

Wanda: Promise?

Pietro: Promise.

*Five days later, Natasha was sitting on her bed. She hadn’t slept since the bombing, and she’d hardly eaten anything.*

Melina: *walking into the house through the front door* Natasha? Are you still hiding in your room, sweetie?

Natasha: Yes.

Melina: I brought you dinner. It’s cottage pie. Remember when you were little and we would try out new spice blends on this because you and your sister just loved it so much?

Natasha: Yes. I remember. I’m sorry, I’m not hungry.

Melina: Dear, have you been crying again? You look like you’ve been crying.

Natasha: I’m just so worried! What if he-

Melina: Don’t do this to yourself, darling. He’s probably alive. We haven’t gotten any news yet. Have some hope.

Natasha: How far has hope really ever gotten me?

Melina: It’s allowed you to get through some rough times. It’s kept you whole.

Natasha: You think I’m still whole? I’ve been losing pieces of myself for years now. There’s the piece I left with Yelena, the piece I left in the arena, the piece I left with Clint, and now that Bruce is probably gone, you could say that there’s barely any me left.

Melina: That’s not true. I still see the same precious girl in there. My same precious girl. I still see the rebellious toddler that always wore us out by running off at the marketplace. I still see the same compassionate 5-year-old that met her best friend by sharing her lunch on her first ever day of school. I still see the competitive 10-year-old who would always win snowball fights, even when nobody else was playing. I still see the intelligent girl that excelled in all of her classes from the very beginning. I still see my daughter, and my daughter is strong enough to get through anything.

Natasha: *hugging her* Thanks, mom.

Melina: Now, I need to get home, but please be sure to eat. I brought you some tea as well. *sets down tea and kisses Natasha’s forehead* Take care of yourself, okay? Get some sleep tonight.

Natasha: I’ll try.

*She ate and tried to fall asleep. She managed to sleep for about two hours. The next five days were difficult and Natasha still could hardly sleep. Ten days after the “accidental” bombing, a train arrived in District 12. It had the District 3 emblem on it. Bruce got off of the train.*

Natasha: *running towards him* Bruce!

Bruce: *pulling her into a tight hug* Nat! I’ve missed you so much.

Natasha: I was so worried! I thought you were- *tightens hug* I’m glad you’re safe.

Bruce: I wanted to call you, but we weren’t allowed.

Natasha: None of that matters now. I’m just so happy you’re safe. I’m sorry I look so...dead. I’ve slept about one hour a night for the past ten days.

Bruce: You look perfect. Let’s go home.

#the hunger games au #the hunger games #tw bomb #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #brutasha #brucenat

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broken-heartedgirlff · 5 years ago

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Epilogue~ High Maintenance

See I’ma rider but nah I ain’t a die 'Cause I wouldn’t take a bullet for a nigga, that’s a lie And that’s word to my mother, she the Filipino queen And she hella high maintenance, I’ma get her what she need That’s some bling, that’s some rings, man that’s all on me Clear her closet out and take her on a shopping spree

That's right Icy

Angel

“Gigi, can you help me with my homework?” Maddie said

I looked up to see Maddie at my door frame, and i couldn’t help but smile at the nickname that Mason called me, get passed down.

“Sure Maddie. What’s up?” I said sitting up on my bed,

Adrianna Madison was my 4 year old little sister and I loved her dearly. She was the perfect mixture of my Mom and Dad. She was incredibly smart and always loved being around me. I couldn’t help but to want to be around all of my siblings.

She saw that I was willing to help and jumped up on my bed. All she needed help was to write her name in cursive, which really wasn’t hard, but I know she just wanted to spend time with me, which I didn’t mind.

In the past 5 years, I’ve gotten a little sister, and two new baby brothers on the way. Yes, my mom is pregnant again, and she is a whale. But do not tell her I said that, because she will literally try to kill me.

It’s actually a few days before my Sweet 16 party and I actually cant wait. I turned 16 a week ago, but I couldn’t have my party until this week because of my mom’s pregnancy. My daddy is helping my mom plan the party, but being that she’s pregnant, no one is actually getting anything done. Mom is stressed out beyond belief and Daddy is stressed out because of Mom, so it’s me and the party planner that I hired, on Daddy’s bill of course.

“Madz where you go?!” Andrea yelled

I rolled my eyes as soon as I heard her voice, “In Gigi Room, Domi!!” Maddie yelled back

Andrea followed Maddie’s yelling and stopped at my door frame, she knew better not to step foot into my room.

“Mommy is looking for you Maddie, and you ran off! You know she’s mad.” Andrea spoke again.

Maddie pouted, “I just wanted Gigi to help me with homework. I don’t want to be in trouble.”

“Well, go find Mommy before you get in trouble and then when you come back, I’ll help you.” I spoke to Maddie.

She nodded her head and ran off to find our mother. When she left, I started to play on my phone again, but I heard someone clearing their throat to get my attention.

I sighed, “What do you want Andrea?”

“It’s Dominique.” She mumbled,

I looked up at her and the look I gave her, slightly made her cower away from the door.

“I don’t care. What do you want?”

She shuffled her feet, and mumbled something again, but I couldn’t understand her. I honestly was getting annoyed with her presence.

“What do you want Andrea? Speak up I don’t have all day.”

She sighed and spoke louder, “Since Zoey got an invitation to your sweet 16, and so did a few of my friends, I was wondering if I could come as well? You know, with you being my older sister and all. I did have plans to go with An’Dreanna, but she said if I have to go to the party, she won’t come pick me up.”

I knew just as much as she did, that this was a stretch. I specifically remember telling her that she couldn’t come to my party, I didn’t want her there, I barely want her living in my house. And to add salt to injury, when Daddy built our new house, he combined our rooms by a bathroom, a way to “force us to bond”. But as you can see, I don’t care.

I knew the only reason she wanted to come was because she hates her maternal grandmother. She literally cries every time she has to go to Aspen to spend time with her grandparents. I think it’s hilarious.

I kind of chuckled, “Whose idea was it for you to ask me that? Yours or Mason’s?”

“It was Mason’s. But Gigi please, I wont be in your way, just let me come to the party Please.” She begged

I got irritated that she used my nickname, so I got off my bed and leaned on my door, I looked at her up and down, and she was honestly pathetic in my eyes.

“First of all, Don’t you ever call me Gigi. You don’t have the right to call me that. It’s Angelique to you. Secondly, Don’t call MY mother Mommy, in my face ever again. The monstrosity that birthed you is behind bars for damn near killing MY father. That’s Your mommy.”

She tried to speak, and I put my hand in her face telling her to shut up.

“Andrea, I really don’t care. and Lastly, no you can not come to my party. Have fun with your grandma.”

I put my hand on my door and slammed it in her face and locked my door.

Dominic

“She did what?!” I yelled

“Dominic, calm down, okay? Getting upset is not going to make the situation better.” Giselle sighed.

We were sitting in the kitchen after dinner, and Dominique told me what Angel had did to her earlier today. I knew Angel wasn’t the biggest fan of Nique, but she’s only 8. Angelique should know better.

I knew something was wrong when Angel talked about the party all night and Dominique didn’t say a word. Everyone was just as excited for Angel, but Nique just pushed around her food. When Giselle asked Nique if she needed to call An’Dreanna to tell her there was no need to come get her this weekend, Angel spoke up and said:

“Andrea was really excited to go see her grandmother, we wouldn’t want to stop that, now would we Andrea?”

And Dominique said she wanted to go with her grandmother. She’s never wanted to go with her grandmother and she hates being called Andrea.

“Daddy, please don’t say anything to Angel. I can go to An’Dreanna’s this weekend.” She cried

It was hard seeing both of my daughters fight all the time. I should’ve put a damn stop to this a long ass time ago, but I thought Angel would grow out of it, just like she did with Mason.

“No, you’re staying here this weekend and will enjoy the party, just like everyone else.” I said sternly.

“Daddy, please. She’s just going to hate me more, cause you’re making me stay here!!”

“Dominique! I said you will stay here. Now, stop crying and get ready for school tomorrow.”

She sniffled, “Yes sir.” and she ran upstairs.

“How did we raise such a brat?” I mumbled.

Giselle chuckled while rubbing her belly. “That’s your daughter.”

I shook my head, “No, she acts just like you did when you were her age.”

I sat behind her on the bench she was sitting on and rubbed her belly for her, she leaned back on my chest and closed her eyes. When I tell you I was ecstatic to hear I got my wife pregnant with twin boys! I was beyond excited, I had 3 daughters and when I tell you, hell was my house, oh, it was my house.

Between Angelique and her attitude, Mason and him just being a terrible teenager, Dominique and her mother and grandparents. All I had was my sweetest angel Maddie, and I knew that was only going to last a while.

“How are the twins today?” I asked her

She opened her hazel eyes, and slightly rolled them. “These boys are terrible. I’m not having anymore kids after this Dominic. They aren’t even born yet and I know they’re going to be a handful.”

I laughed, “I told you when we found out about Maddie, all you had to do was give me a son, and I would be happy.”

“And you got two, and I’m not doing this again. They kick me all time of the day. Major sits on my bladder, Micah puts his foot in my ribs, I just cant anymore. I want them to come out, but we both know if they come out any time soon, Angelique would blow a gasket.” She laughed.

I sighed, “What are we going to do about her? She grew out of it with Mason, and she’s a great older sister. But not to Dominique, I don’t get it.”

Giselle shrugged, “I don’t know, I’ve never been in this situation, and I’m tired of making excuses for her.”

Angelique was never accepting of Andrea since the day she met her. I understand why she felt the way she did when she was younger, but Angel is 16 and treats her sister like a stranger. She always said “I have a brother and that’s it” whenever people would ask how many siblings she had.

Giselle started giggling, and I was totally confused.

“What?” I asked her,

She continuously giggled, “I am a horrible parent because I’m laughing but, remember when Dominique was about 5 or 6 and she was at school, and she had gotten her dress wet. After we told her not to, but if she ever needed one of us, she should tell her teacher that she had an older sister and brother at school and they should call us.”

I shook my head, “That was the time she wet herself and told her teacher to get Angel, and Angel had the whole school convinced that Dominique wasn’t her sister.”

“Do you remember Angelique’s response?” Gi giggled.

“God, we are terrible parents, we should’ve beat her ass that day.” i laughed which lead Giselle to giggling uncontrollably and then she burst into tears crying.

“We are horrible parents Dominic!! What if Angel treats the rest of the kids like this?” She wailed

My wife and her uncontrollable pregnancy emotions.

Olivia

“So, how is your first semester in college going?” I asked Sage over facetime, my baby girl was 18 and off away at NYU completing a degree in Pre-Law, she wanted to be a lawyer, just like her momma.

“It’s fine. I miss all of y’all, though.” She said

“I know, we miss you too. But we are picking you up from the airport to come to Angel’s party. I know you’re happy about that.”

She smiled slightly, and I knew something was wrong.

“Did something happen between you and Angel?” I quizzed

“No momma, I just know some drama is going to unfold and I don’t want to be apart of it. Angel said that Diamond, Aaron’s little sister is coming, and if Diamond is there, then he will be there too, and I don’t want to see him.” Sage explained.

Hell I don’t want her to see him either. Aaron is Sage’s ex-boyfriend, Jeremiah didn’t really like him in the first place, but I wasn’t a fan when I found out that he was abusing my daughter. I been through an abusive relationship and it broke my heart to find out that it was happening for 2 years under my nose, I felt so bad that I didn’t see the signs.

“Did you ask Angel to Uninvite, Diamond?”

She shook her head no, “That’s one of Angel’s best friends and Angel doesn’t know what Aaron did, so she would ask me questions about it.”

“Why don’t you-“

“Tell Angelique Marie Boudreaux Cartier, that my ex boyfriend beat me since I was 15, and I didn’t tell her, yeah that’s smart. You know, she would try to fight him, and then she would try to kill him.”

I laughed because it is true. Her name is Angel but she is anything but that. Once you piss her off, there is no coming back, When I tell you that child can hold a grudge, oh, she can hold one and wont let you forget it. She’s literally Dominic’s twin, she also tends to act like my uncle Xavier when he was around. She has Giselle’s spoiled brat attitude, with Xavier’s temper and Dominic’s mouth and attitude. She acts just like Dominic and Xavier, and I think it’s funny because Giselle nor Dom know how to deal with it.

“You are right.”

“How’s everyone doing so far?” Sage asked me.

“You know the triplets are a mess, running around here. Having 3- 13 year olds at the same time, is exhausting. Between Marie’s gymnastics/cheer schedule and Reese’s basketball and Aiden’s football, I need another body to just drive them around all day.”

She cackled when I said that, “Momma, you did not call them triplets, they weren’t even born on the same day.”

“Shit, they a week apart, might as well be. They stress me out like they are triplets.” I laughed.

“I really do miss you mommy.” Sage smiled, but ever so sadly.

“You know you didn’t have to go all the way to NYU, you could’ve stayed here and went to UCLA, They have a great program too honey.”

“I know, but I needed to leave LA for awhile.”

“I completely understand, same reason why I came to LA in the first place.”

“Tell daddy I miss him too, cause I have to study now Mom.” She told me.

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mommy.”

~~~~~~~~~

A few days later, Sage was home and it was Angel’s birthday party. It was a royal theme so meaning we all had to wear All white with some splashes of Gold. I was sitting in the living room, when Sage ran down the stairs.

“What’s the rush?” I asked.

She had this bewildered facial expression, “My best friend/ cousin is about to kill her entire family. They decided to tell her TODAY that Dominique is staying to go to the party.”

I shook my head, “So, Giselle will be calling me crying.”

“Yupp! I’ll call you later mommy!” She yelled on her way out of the door.

“MA!!!!!!!”

I rolled my eyes, “WHAT!!!!”

“TELL MAURICE AND AIDEN TO LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!” Marie yelled.

“MAURICE AND AIDEN!!!!”

“Ma! We didn’t even do anything.” Aiden said coming down the stairs, with Maurice and Marie following him.

Marie just rolled her eyes, “Yes they did. They wont let me get ready for Angel’s party!”

“Now you know if your father hears Marie, the both of y’all in trouble!” I scolded.

You would think that Aiden and Maurice are twins the way they act. You cant separate them and you cant tell them a damn thing. You can tell they are Jeremiah’s bad ass kids.

“Ma! Ree got a boyfriend!” Maurice yelled as soon as J walked through the door.

“Who has a boyfriend?” He said raising his eyebrow

“Marie.” Aiden and Maurice said at the same time.

“Daddy, no I don’t. I swear.” She quickly responded

Which led me to believe that she did, but don’t let Jeremiah hear that.

Kamryn

I rolled my eyes, I couldn’t deal with the shrieking that Xavier’s girlfriend was crying about now. Like Girl, I am just trying to pick up my children and go home. Mani and Mari were 14 now and my baby boy Zack was 6.

Xavier Valentine Zackary Boudreaux III was born in the midst of my divorce with Xavier and his girlfriend had a problem with everything I did.

I sighed “Calliope, I am just trying to get my children, it’s not my fault that you are still a side chick when it compares to me.”

Kamari and Kamani busted out laughing. This is what she gets. She tried to cause a scene with me in front of X and the kids, and gets embarrassed every time it happens.

“XAVIER! ARE YOU GOING TO LET HER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!” She screeched.

He just rubbed his temples and sighed, “Callie, if you didn’t start with her-“

“No! If you didn’t constantly cheat on me! With your ex wife who got pregnant and had your son! Why didn’t you make her get an abortion, like you did with me!”

“Girls, take your brother and get in the car please.” I said to them handing them my keys.

They obeyed me and went to the car, after watching to make sure they weren’t trying to eavesdrop, I turned to X and his girl.

“Listen here, I was never going to abort my child, unlike you. I am stronger, I am a better mother that you would’ve ever been. Yes, was Zack born at an inconvenient time, sure but he’s the blessing I was praying for. Where were you when I was having miscarriage after miscarriage? Oh, yeah you were fucking my husband. So your opinion, your wants are not valid.” I said walking out of the house.

I dropped the kids off at home with my mom so that she could help them to get ready for Angel’s party.

“Where you going, mommy?” Zack asked me while getting out of the car.

“I have some business to take care of before we go to the party. Grandma is in the house, she’s gonna help you get ready and take you to the party, I will meet y’all there” I spoke to him, in which he nodded and went in the house.

“Mhm, last time you had business to take care of, we got a little brother.” Mani said smirking.

“Tell Daddy, we said hi” Mari teased.

I rolled my eyes, “Take y’all asses in the house, before I beat you.” I laughed.

“Fuck!!! Right there!!!” I screamed out, Xavier just grunted as he continuously pounded in and out of me.

“You feel so good.” He moaned, while kissing my lips and then my neck down to my breasts.

I moaned and arched my back, his kisses on my skin always got my going and he knew that.

“Shit, Xavier! Don’t ever stop baby. Your dick feels so damn good.” I moaned again

I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and brought him closer because I knew I was about to cum.

Because he knew my body so well, he started to rub my clit so that we could cum at the same time,

“Let me pull out Kam.” He strained.

But I kept my legs around his waist, because I was in such bliss, and we both came, making him come inside of me, I didn’t care to be honest, I loved when he did, it made the experience even better.

He rolled over, and we were both sweaty and breathing hard, this was our 3rd round and we were running late for the party.

“You’re on the pill right?” He asked me.

I laughed, “Xavier, I am not, but don’t worry, were good.”

“You sure? Last time we had Zack. I don’t need Callie at me again because of it” He asked again

“Then stop fucking me.” I shrugged.

“You know, I can’t”

“If you can’t handle the consequence, shut the fuck up.” I told him and I got out of the bed and covered myself to go get in the shower

When I got to the bathroom door, I dropped the sheet, “Now come fuck me in the shower.”

And just like that round 4 started…… and my recently straight hair was now curly. He’s just going to get it fixed anyway.

Giselle

When I tell you this party was extremely extravagant. It was overboard. I am ready to kill my daughter. She went over budget and I know I was pissed, but Dominic, he was on a rampage. I was glad the shit was over. So many teenagers and their parents, little kids, people touching my stomach. I was ready to slap someone.

“Who would’ve known that Giselle, is the mean one out of us.” Rosalie and Lizzie laughed

“Shut the hell up, how would you feel 8 months pregnant and strangers keep touching you. I think the twins are giving me a mean streak.” I sighed

“Hell yeah, cause when you were pregnant with Maddie, you were the sweetest person out there.” Lizzie said.

“She’s my sweetest kid to date.” I smiled thinking of Madison, she was like Angel all over again, but I got to raise her this time.

“Have you guys heard back from Katie?” Rose asked me

I rolled my eyes, even til this day, this hoe is a pain in my ass. She gets worse every time she finds out that I’m pregnant.

Last time, she tried to take me to court for child endangerment, Olivia shut that down before we even got a court date. Now, she’s trying to take Dominique away over Christmas break, knowing damn well we planned to take the kids out of the country for their month break, but she wants to be a bitch because I’m having the twins and she cant see Nique, if she’s not in the country.

“There is nothing she can do, I have parental rights over Dominique, she gave those up, she cant demand to see her more when Nique doesn’t even want to see her.”

“She still cries?” Liv asked, popping into the conversation with Kam.

I nodded, “She hates going with An’Dreanna and she hates going to see Katie. Then Angelique doesn’t make shit better when she bullies her.”

“I don’t understand why y’all haven’t put her through a wall by now. Mani and Mari tried that shit with Zack and I almost went to Jail. Shit Xavier’s little girlfriend did too. She got stomped that day” Kam laughed.

“You’re still fucking our brother?” Lizzie asked

Kam just shrugged, “5 times before the party.” She smirked, and then started to play with her curls, thinking about it.

“That’s nasty, he’s my twin. Why don’t y’all just get back together. You have history, children and obviously can’t stay away from one another.” Rose complained

Kam shook her head, “I don’t love X like that anymore, I can stop at any time, I’m choosing not to, because I know he won’t stop it. I have to. and I don’t want to. I like having sex with him. and his girlfriend just allows that shit. So”

I rolled my eyes and got back topic “We thought she would grow out of it. She hated Mason at first, but she got over it. We thought it would be the same way. Hell Dominic, strategically put their rooms together by a bathroom, and it’s still not working.”

“They just have to figure it out for themselves, I guess.” Rose said.

“Well, it’s only going to get worse, Cause Dominic is about to put Angel on punishment for this damn party.”

I shook my head, before anyone could talk, all you heard was yelling, and Mason came down stairs to the kitchen.

“What the hell is going on now Mason?” I asked.

“Dad told Angel she is now responsible for Domi. Her phone, laptop, all electronics are taken away, her car is taken away and the only time she can drive it is to take Domi to school and wherever she needs to go. She’s off the cheer team, and can’t even hang out with Sage. Her spring break is cancelled and she has to watch the Domi, Maddie and twins whenever, you guys want her to. Yeah, Gi ain too excited about that.” He said.

My son was so handsome, he was growing into a mini Dominic and I loved it, even if he hated it.

“You’re so handsome honey.” I said, touching his face.

He smiled, “Thank you mom.”

Just then, Angel came downstairs looking for me. “Mom!!! Daddy is being unreasonable!”

“Angelique, you torment your sister, and let’s not even get started about how outlandish this party was. He’s being nice. I would take everything away from you and make you take Dominique everywhere including her visits with her mother.”

“MOMMY!!!!” She screamed at me

I don’t know if my child lost her mind or what, but I am about to hurt her. Pregnant or not.

“Angelique, get out of my face, before I actually hurt you. You now have the responsibility of taking Dominique to seeing Katie and you know the rules!!” I stood up, being stern with her.

Angel started crying, “You know I hate that woman!!! She’s obsessed with me. I’m NOT DOING IT!”

All i heard was her yelling something she wasn’t going to do, and I went to reach for her, but Mason stopped me because he was in between us.

“ANGELIQUE!” I screamed and reached for her, I was ready to choke her out.

“MOM! You peed on me!” Mason said disgusted.

I looked down, because I didn’t feel like peeing, I gasped. My water just broke.

“DOMINIC!”

I instantly felt pain and hunched over while holding onto Mason

“Mommy, are you okay?” Angel asked, concerned

“Go get your father!!”

Everyone started running around grabbing their own children and grabbing my bags for me.

Dominic came downstairs, wet from the shower in basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He didn’t even have on shoes.

Mason was leading me to the car, and helped me get in the car. We had Mason, Angel, and Domi trained in case I went into labor when Dominic wasn’t around and they were helping me.

D zoomed out the driveway, with our entire family following us.

“You ready!!! The twins are coming!!!” He yelled excitedly

“You did this shit to me. So shut up! I’m trying to concentrate on my breathing!” I yelled mugging his head.

Mason laughed and helped me to continue to breathe.

After 16 hours of terrible labor, the longest out of all of my children. I gave birth to the most beautiful babies ever.

Dylan Zane Micah Boudreaux Cartier and Dorian Zacharyah Major Boudreaux Cartier.

Micah and Major for short.

Dominic and I watched in the bed, as Angel held Micah with Maddie and Mason held Major with Dominique, and I couldn’t be happier at this moment.

I have waited my whole life for this.

“So, would you reconsider having-“ He said cheesing from ear to ear

“NO MORE KIDS MAURICE.” I frowned

He laughed and kissed my forehead

“Thank you so much, I am forever grateful for you. I love you.” He whispered to me

“I love you too.”

And we held each other until we both fell asleep.

~THE END~

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“Sky and The Little Wheels”

Summary: Some people are “accident prone.” Such is the case of Y/N and Sky Willow Barnes. What happens when Sky is ready to shed her training wheels and ride without them?

Word Count: 989

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader OFC: Sky Willow Barnes, Steve Rogers

A/N: This is my entry to @buchonians 1k Writing Challenge. Sorry for the tardiness. Flu and depression crept up on me. I hope you enjoy it!!

My prompt: “I’ve got you”

Warning: Tooth rotting fluffy goodness

Thank you @rebelslicious for being my beta. Love ya!

Feedback is always appreciated!

The day sucked so far. Y/N Y/M/N Barnes, beloved spouse of James Buchanan Barnes, managed to fall UP a small flight of stairs; trip OVER her feet; and SLAM head first into a non-animated wall!!!

At the moment, Y/N nursed a broken ankle. A simple jog in the park evolved into crutches and a boot. The culprit? Stepping on her shoelace, falling face first on the running path!

Y/N’s gravitational challenges weren’t due to her 5’5” stature. Nope. Objects appeared to rise up and greet her at inopportune times. Regardless, Bucky loved her and 4 year old Skylar Willow Barnes fiercely.

The apple of his eye, Sky’s curly cola shaded pigtails, with cerulean/gray irises, were a mix of Bucky and Y/N’s hair and eyes. Rounding out her cute chubby cheeks, freckles!

Sky also inherited her mommy’s gravity issues. Alas, her learning to walk posed extremely difficult moments for Bucky. Constantly dinging herself on the edges of furniture or carpet, her fretting daddy threatened to bubble wrap the furniture.

“Doll, think I’m gonna cover all the furniture with bubble wrap.” Y/N placed her book on the coffee table, turning to her husband. “James Buchanan Barnes, you will do no such thing! Sky’s getting a feel for walking.” Shaking his head vigorously, “Nah, she’s a little like her momma.”

Grabbing a sofa pillow, Y/N hit Bucky’s flesh arm repeatedly. “H-hey! Stop that hurts.” “Does it? GOOD!” Huffing, she continued. “Besides, she’s only 16 months old. Give her time.” While examining his arm , “Okay, m’sorry.” Anything to appease his wife. Smart man!

It was now time for Sky to learn how to ride a bike without training wheels. Uncle Steve bought her a 12” Disney Princess bike with a doll carrier on the back, for her birthday.

Sitting at the dining table, Sky quizzed Bucky, “Daddy?” Laying his fork down, “Yes pumpkin?”

“I wanna learn to ride my bike without the little wheels.” Y/N stopped mid chew. Apprehension lacing his voice, Bucky sighed. “I dunno baby.”

Y/N interjected. “Sweetie, you’re too little.” Standing her ground, Sky retorted, “Nu uh. Joss is 4 and she rides without little wheels.”

Sky’s cerulean/grey orbs watered and Bucky turned to goo. “Tell ya what? We’ll go shopping for a helmet and pads. Then, I’ll teach’ya how to ride outside. Deal?”

“Oh thank you daddy!!!” Sky hugged Bucky and kissed his cheek. “I love you so much.”

That simple act of affection reduced James Buchanan Barnes to a teary wreck. According to him, 70 years of unrelenting hell was worth it. Why? Moments like these. Sky and Y/N were his everything!

HELMET, PADS, and FOAM

Bucky and Sky ventured to Walmart in search of a helmet, elbow/knee pads, and extra padding; preferably foam insulation for her clothes!

“Hello sir. How may I help you?” Rose, the kind salesperson, noticed Bucky’s frustration.

“Yes please. M’daughter here is learning how to ride her bike without training wheels. So, I need everything ya got to keep her safe.”

Right away, Rose found a lovely lilac helmet, adorned with flowers and butterflies and matching pairs of knee/elbow pads.

Staring at Rose’s choices, Sky smiled, thanking her. “Thank you. I love this. Daddy, can we get it?”

“Sure thing, pumpkin.” Turning to Rose, Bucky nodded his approval. “Thanks for your help. I appreciate it.”

“Not a problem, Mr. Barnes. Sky, be safe and have fun!”

Holding Bucky’s hand, Sky waved ‘goodbye’ to Rose. “Okay, I will. Bye!”

On the ride home, Sky beamed, holding her new bicycle safety gear. Bucky marvelled at her excitement. “Are ya excited?” Nodding, Sky threw her fists in the air, “Yep daddy!”

DADDY, DON’T LET GO!

Video camera in hand, Bucky fluffed Y/N’s pillow in her wheelchair. “Thank you love.” He kissed her lips gently. “You’re welcome Doll.”

Sky wore a yellow tutu, purple jeggings and top, lilac helmet, pads and puffy jacket rounded out her ensemble. Steve gingerly removed the training wheels, securing the tires and seat.

“Okay Peanut, you’re ready to ride.” Steve beamed with pride.

Bucky fastened Sky’s helmet. “Ready sweetheart?” “Ready daddy!”

Sitting on the bicycle seat, feet on pedals, Bucky held onto her seat. “Daddy, don’t let go.”

“I’ve got you baby.” As Sky pedaled, her bike wobbled; her balance was unsteady.

Y/N held the video camera, capturing the proud moment for the team. Sam, Wanda, Nat, and Tony were on a recon mission.

Feeling bolder, Sky asked Bucky to let go. “Daddy, you can let go. I’ll be fine.” “Are you sure?”

“Yep!”

Bucky let go of the seat. Sky wobbled, but didn’t give up. Bucky jogged beside her just in case.

Sky finally balanced her bike, riding without assistance from Bucky.“LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME. I’M RIDING….I’M RIDING WITHOUT LITTLE WHEELS!!!!”

Steve and Y/N whooped, clapping. “GO SKY!! YOU’VE GOT IT BABY!!!”

Sky’s American Girl doll went along for the ride, strapped in her pink carrier. Bucky kept a steady pace beside his big girl.

“DADDY, ARE YOU GONNA RUN WITH ME?”

His cerulean eyes clouded with tears, “Ya want me to?” Sky nodded ‘yes.’

Making her way down the winding driveway, Sky stopped with her brakes. “DID YOU SEE THAT? I STOPPED BY MYSELF!!!

Bucky raked his fingers through his hair, delighted for his big girl.“YEAH BABY! YA GOT IT NOW!!!

Y/N turned to Steve, “She’s growing up too fast. What happened to my baby?”

Steve chuckled, “Sky is still your baby girl, always will be.”

Standing to the side, Bucky’s megawatt smile spoke volumes. Y/N and Sky are his family. He’d walk through Hades for them. His life is complete. This is one thing Hydra can’t take from him; love, peace, and happiness.

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