Rating: G // Ship: Shane Walsh x F!Reader // WC: 1,316
– @gabymiller requested – Would you write maybe a cute little fic series of modern au Shane Walsh x reader and they have a baby girl and Shane is worried about sending her off to kindergarten and just cute little at home fam moments.
A/N: I tried my best, hope you like this! Since you said series, this sparked a few other scenarios but I’m always open to other suggestions. You can also read on AO3.
Part 1: First Day Jitters
Shane's anxiety about your daughter's first day of kindergarten is somewhat contagious. The thought of leaving your five-year old in the hands of strangers just for a few hours has been eating him up, and you in the process, for days and there is nothing you can do about it. Only thing you can try is keeping it together for the sake of your baby girl, Willa.
It's a big day for her and you wouldn't want to make her more nervous than necessary.
Compared to Shane, she's cool as a cucumber and overly excited to see what's awaiting after all the things you've told her to prepare her for it. She's already met the teacher a few days ago and has a couple of friends in her class.
Being used to waking up on her own before any alarm goes off, getting her out of bed and feeding her breakfast is not a problem today, and when Shane arrives from his night shift at 6 in the morning, you're still asleep and she's already peering out her bedroom's door, as soon as she hears him climbing the stairs, greeting daddy good morning with that same mischievous smile tugging at her lips that she inherited from him.
“Mornin', sweetheart, what are you doin' up? Are you nervous about school?” he crouches in front of her, pushing her curls away from her sleepy face.
“Uh-uh. I'm hungry.”
“Yeah? You wanna help daddy make breakfast?” She nods as his hand extends out for her to take before standing up, “c'mon, but you gotta be quiet; mommy's still asleep, okay?”
“Okay.”
She quietly follows him into your bedroom, leaving the door open to have the light from the hallway guide his way into the dark room so he doesn't have to turn the lights inside.
They find you soundly asleep on your side of the bed and Willa quickly forgets about the not waking up mommy rule, crawling directly on top of the mattress with no regards whatsoever, having those exact intentions and stirring you up into semi-consciousness.
“Sh, sh… Will, let mommy sleep. It's still early,” he puts his bag down by the closet.
She frowns at him playfully, hushing, “was just gonna give her a morning kiss.”
“Hmm, you both need to work on your stealth skills,” you say hoarse before clearing your throat, extending an arm to your daughter who is fast to jump and smooch your face, “good morning, stinky breath.”
“I don't have a stinky breath,” she giggles against your cheek.
“I tried,” Shane huffs, bowing to kiss your temple, “I'm sorry, baby.”
“It's okay,” you hug Willa, snuggling her to your chest while he slips out of his uniform and yanks some sweats on.
Dividing duties, Shane takes care of breakfast while you make sure she has everything ready to go before joining them at the table.
Like father, like daughter, she's devouring a bowl of cereal with milk as fast as Shane drinks his coffee from his big 'Best Daddy' mug.
With plenty of time to spare, you take your time with yours, observing how unusually quiet Shane is for someone who never shut ups, watching over her with nothing but pure adoration. You can tell how those fears rise again as the clock ticks away those few moments left until having to drive her to school.
When Willa settles on the couch to watch her cartoons for a few minutes, you cover the back of his hand with yours, fondly squeezing to have his head tilt in your direction.
“Hey, she's gonna be fine.”
“I know…” he dramatically sighs like he’s holding by a thread, “but she's still a baby. She should stay here with me. I'll teach her everything she needs to know.”
Your lips curve up, “she's not and you can't.”
“I can try,” he quips before sipping from his cup.
After breakfast, you lay out a few outfits for her on the bed and have her choose what she wants to wear. She's just starting to grow a little more independent and you see that she dresses herself with the occasional help when she needs it. For today she's picked denim shorts, a dark, blue blouse with little red flowers, and velcro shoes.
Shane does her hair, gathering it all in a ponytail; even though she prefers you to do it cause she says daddy always pulls her hair. You've already taught him how to braid and everything, but you show him again how to do it gentler because the next couple of days it'd be up to him to do this and everything else alone since you’ll be at work.
Right before leaving, you take a picture with your phone of Willa with her cute red backpack by the door to mark that milestone before leaving the house. Then, you take one more shot when she reaches for Shane's hand as they walk up to the car in the driveway.
You pull up a block away to walk up to the building the rest of the way.
Up until that moment she was feeling pretty brave. She has you and Shane holding either of her hands when she stops on her tracks in the middle of the sidewalk. It must have been the amount of kids and parents herding in the same direction that leads her to look at you, a little scared, and grip tighter around your hand.
“What's wrong, sweet pea?” You glance at her.
“I don't wanna go alone.”
“We're going in with you, baby, and we'll stay as long as you need like we said, okay?”
“And you're gonna come back for me?” She looks up to Shane then, who seems like he just got his heart broken by the way she says that.
“Yeah, sweetheart, of course we're gonna,” he reassures her, releasing her hand to hoist her up in his arms instead with minimal effort, “mommy and daddy are always always gonna come back for you.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart,” he hugs her tight, as her arms fold around his neck.
You smooth your palm on Shane’s back before resuming your walk.
She stays in Shane's arms up until you arrive at the doors where you meet the Grimes– Rick, Michonne and their little boy RJ, who happens to be in her class, which is reassuring to know at least that she has one friend already.
“First day jitters?” Michonne asks you, as all of you make your way inside together to find the class.
“Yeah,” “Yeah,” you sigh heavily, feeling all of a sudden that same pang of anxiety Shane had earlier.
“Don't worry, it gets easier,” she knows from experience, having gone through that already with Carl and her 8 year-old twins from her previous marriage.
Once you're in the class, the teacher greets you before allowing Willa and RJ to sit side by side in a round table with space for at least four more children.
As they get comfortable in their seats, you take another photo with your phone of both kids smiling widely, and free the space to observe how they do from the back of the classroom while more people arrive.
So far, everything's good. She just chats up and laughs with RJ while your hand finds Shane's.
There's still a couple of minutes left before the bell rings and the teacher gives you one last opportunity to say goodbye. A few parents start leaving without worries, while others still cling to their agitated children.
You go over to the table and give her one more hug.
“We gotta go now, baby. Be good and listen to Ms. Greene, okay?” you gently cup her face and she nods.
“We'll be back before you know it,” Shane adds, pulling her into another hug, kissing her hair, whispering, “I love you, baby girl.”
“Love you too, daddy.”
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Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌
This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn
One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.
I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.
But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.
After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.
"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.
"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.
He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."
That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.
"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.
"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.
"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.
"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.
"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."
He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.
"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."
His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.
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'cause I want you (for the worse and for the better) by nonsensedarling
When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. That all changes when Louis sees his ex, who turns out to be Anne's future husband's son. Now, Louis wants to prove that he's an omega that an alpha could want, and Harry wants to get through this weekend without letting his best friend figure out he's in love with him.
Written for the @1daboficfest -- posted here!
Moodboard by @dearlou
Read a snippet below the cut!
They walk into the restaurant at 7:02pm, and are promptly guided down a set of stairs into the lower-level party room.��
From the doorway, Harry can see his mom and future stepdad, talking to a couple of younger guys – a dark-haired alpha and a blonde omega from the looks of it. They all laugh and his mom goes in to give one of them a hug while John clasps the other on the shoulder. That must be John’s son and the boyfriend Harry’s heard them talk about.
Harry takes a deep breath, smoothes out his shirt, and reaches for Louis’ hand, ready to walk in and muscle his way through this weekend.
But Louis doesn’t take his hand. Instead, he grabs onto Harry’s wrist and yanks him in the opposite direction.
“What?” Harry asks, stumbling a bit as he’s pulled.
Louis doesn’t say anything, just gets to the restroom area and shoves Harry inside one of the single-room bathroom.
“Ouch,” Harry says, shaking out his wrist. He watches Louis lock the door and whip around with wild eyes and frown lines etched into his face. “Louis, what the fuck? We’re already lat–”
“Will is here,” he says.
Harry furrows his brows, unsure what that is supposed to mean. “Will…?”
“Will,” Louis says frustratedly. He looks to the door as he adds, “Will. My ex-boyfriend, Will. Will, who broke up with me after three months because he thought I was too loud and too clingy and too much.” He turns back around to Harry to emphasize, “Will!”
Harry gasps. Ex-boyfriend Will, who refused to meet Harry because he didn’t like that Louis had an alpha best friend. “Dickhead Will?”
“Dickhead Will,” Louis agrees. “Fuck. Fuck.” He reaches up and grabs fistfuls of his hair.
What are the odds that Louis’ ex-boyfriend from Oakland is here in Sacramento now, working at the one restaurant where his mom’s rehearsal dinner is?
“Hey, it’s okay.” Harry steps close, and tries to pull Louis’ hands down from his hair, but they don’t budge. “We can ignore him, yeah? It’s just toni–”
“He was hugging your mom,” Louis interrupts.
Harry is confused. He shakes his head immediately, ready to say that no, that was his future stepdad’s son – when it clicks.
“William,” Harry says.
“Yes,” Louis says, annoyed, finally pulling his hands down from his hair. “Will is often short for William. Very good, Harold.”
“No. John’s son is named William,” he explains. “He’s John’s best man. They’ve been talking about William and Dimitri – his boyfriend.”
Louis pales. “Jesus Christ.”
“Okay, it’s okay,” Harry says, looking around the room like the sink or toilet will tell him how to handle this. “We’ll just… avoid them.”
The look Louis gives him is unimpressed to say the least. “Avoid them?” he asks, voice filled with mirth. “You –also in the wedding and the co-person of honor with your sister– want to try and avoid another person in the wedding party?”
Harry inhales, his shoulders slowly rising up to his ears as he closes his eyes. “I don’t know, Louis, I’m trying to think of what will make this easier on you. I’m not sure how affectionate they are, but I don’t want you having to see it the whole weekend.”
Harry opens his eyes when he feels hand digging into his shoulders. Louis gives him a little shake, eyes still wild but frown lines mostly unetched.
“That’s it!” he exclaims.
“What’s it?”
“Affection!”
Humming uncertainly, Harry says, “Affection?”
Louis shakes him again. “Yes.” He looks over Harry’s shoulder as he continues. “That bastard called me clingy, and basically told me an alpha wouldn’t be able to put up with it.” He locks eyes with Harry again. “I can show him I did find an alpha who not only puts up with it, but loves it.”
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