#she was knitting a onesie for the baby.......

[readsaboutreid]

Periods Suck

this is inspired by lenaleechi on instagram's comic about hating periods as well as the gif above because it gives me mad baby fever so i guess this is season 4 softdom!spencer x gn!afab!bau!reader plus a blink and you'll miss it buffy the vampire slayer reference

content warning: breeding kink and period sex [i'm too stoned to think of any others but if you think of them please add them (kindly) in the replies and i'll add them in later :)]

this is smut, minors dni pls and thank you

"...fuck this, fuck everything and everyone, I am done, I quit," I ramble as I open the door to my apartment and kick off my dress shoes that were painfully squeezing my toes, just adding to my frustration. This case had been particularly mild compared to others but I couldn't help but be in a mood due to the littlest things done by the (admittedly innocent) local police officers. I was so relieved to finally go home and get to sleep in my own bed and curl up with a heating pad and my boyfriend with a Doctor Who marathon.

"Deep breaths, (y/n)," I hear from behind me in a soft, soothing tone as gentle hands come down to rub my shoulders from behind. I know he’s well aware what’s causing me to be in such a shitty mood. His pattern recognition skills are off the chart and while he never outright said anything to me about it he'd always be prepared with hot water bottles and chocolate when this time of the month rolled around. I turn around and bury my face into his chest with a sigh.

"I hate periods, Spencer. They suck," I whine with a sigh, my voice muffled by the knit fabric of his cardigan.

"I know, love," he sighs above me, resting his cheek on my forehead and wrapping his arms around me, "I'm sorry there's not more I could do to help."

"You're helping already," I sigh again, but this time out of contentment as we sway side to side in the entry way. "I wish there was a way I could just, like, stop having them," I mutter, my face returning to the soft fibers that I had come to find so comforting over the years.

Spencer's voice is muffled against my hair as he mutters, "That may be something I can assist you with." I don't even need to see his face to imagine the grin spread across it. Lately, he had been subtly expressing his desire for children, but after JJ gave birth to Henry, his hints have become more pressing. And technically, it was all because of me.

The night was a blur of celebration and drinks, as Emily and Garcia joined me in raising our glasses to toast the occasion. But as we were caught up in the joy of the moment, I couldn't help but let slip that after seeing the pure happiness on Spencer's face at the sight of his godchild a spark ignited within me, igniting a fierce case of baby fever that threatened to consume me entirely. Garcia, the horrible traitor that she is, had messaged a video of my confession to Spencer before I had even finished talking and before I knew it, my phone was buzzing with pictures from Spencer himself - tiny onesies and miniature sneakers - accompanied by words like, ‘just imagine a little genius of our own running around our home in this.’

Without changing his stance, he starts off on one of his typical Spencer Reid rants. "Did you know that scientific research has indicated that orgasms can alleviate menstrual cramps? It's due to the release of endorphins and muscular contractions which help relax the uterine lining," he explains with a slight hint of arousal in his tone, "not only does it address your discomfort, but it also takes care of your other request at the same time."

"We could start trying now, if you want," he suggests with a playful tone, though the subtle hint of desire in his voice sends a jolt of anticipation down my spine and settles between my thighs, igniting a fervent ache. Oh. Oh.

I finally turn my head to meet his gaze, and I am met with intense desire radiating from his eyes. His pupils are dilated, and he licks his lips before gently tracing a finger along my cheek and following up with a soft, "what do you think?"

I interrupt him by pulling his face towards mine, and our lips meet in a soft kiss. Suddenly, I'm pushed against the wall with the command to "jump," and my legs automatically wrap around Spencer as he lifts me up by my ass. Our lips met in a hungry yet tender kiss.

Our breaths come in ragged gasps as he pulls away to meet my gaze, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. I eagerly nod, my heart racing and anticipation building. Our lips collide once more, the heat between us intensifying as we lose ourselves in each other's embrace. The world fades into the background as our bodies meld together, consumed by desire. He sets me down and guides me to our bedroom by the hand, giggling slightly with excitement. I know he wants kids and we have discussed having them together in the future but the giddiness of the grown ass man in front of me ends up drawing a giggle from my own throat as well.

As we enter the bedroom, he stoops down to give me a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. He grabs an old black towel I use for dyeing my hair and returns, laying it down on the bed and patting it lightly. He sends me sweet smile full of adoration as he whispers, "after you, my love."

I stumble towards the light switch and turn it off before making my way over to the bed. I take off my top and lay down, the darkness giving me a sense of privacy. Suddenly, I hear a soft sound from Spencer as he walks away. The lights flick back on, and he quickly closes the distance between us with just two steps. Before I can even cover myself up in the glare of the harsh light, he's already crawling on top of me.

"You're so gorgeous," he beams at me again before leaning in to kiss me gently, lowering his hips to rest between my legs as they wrap back around his hips instinctively as he begin peppering kisses all over my face and drawing endless laughs from my mouth, "I'm," kiss, "so," kiss, "lucky," kiss, "to," kiss, "have," kiss, "you."

He moves back, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they kiss and caress my skin. My jaw trembles under the soft brush of his lips, before he slowly trails kisses down to my throat. I can't help but let out a moan as his lips touch the sensitive skin there. His body presses against mine, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against my hypersensitive center. Every move, every touch, sends electric shivers through my body, igniting a primal desire within me.

My body aches with desire as I struggle to catch my breath. "Please remove your clothing now," I manage to say between deep, passionate kisses. Spencer eagerly strips down and helps me out of my own clothes before settling back between my legs. His arousal presses against the wetness between my thighs, adding to the intense heat building inside me.

"I've been craving this all week, sweetness," he mutters against my neck as he sucks feverishly at the skin, leaving love bites in his wake. "Craving you and your beautiful body." I have no idea how he managed to get me from wildly upset to wildly horny in such a short time, but instead of questioning it, I just let out a moan as I grind my hips against him, begging for his cock to enter me. He continues to tease me by rubbing the tip against my wet slit.

“P-please, Spence,” I whimper, unable to form a coherent sentence through the haze of lust I had become quickly lost within.

Spencer's eyes flicker with desire as he holds himself over me, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of my head. "Say it again," he growls, rubbing his erection against my aching center.

"P-please," I beg, my voice shaking with need.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"As you wish," he murmurs before slowly sliding inside me. I gasp at the intense pleasure that washes over me, causing my body to arch off the bed and my nails to dig into his back. He begins to move in slow, deep thrusts, filling me completely and igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume every inch of my being.

As our bodies meld together in a blazing inferno, time itself seems to cease to exist. Every touch of Spencer's fingers sends shivers of ecstasy coursing through me, while each caress of his lips against mine ignites a fire within. Our movements are fluid and perfect, each one bringing us closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. I am consumed by an overwhelming sensation, my senses heightened to their limits as our passion reaches an almost unbearable intensity. It feels as though this moment could stretch on for eternity, and I never want it to end. In this single moment, there is nothing else but the all-consuming desire between us, and I give myself completely to it.

My heart pounds against my ribs as Spencer's gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with the same ferocity and desire that burns within me. He gives me a wicked grin, and I can feel my resolve crumble as the insatiable hunger consumes me. "You want to have my baby?" he gasps, and all I can respond with is a loud, whorish moan, entirely unable to form any words as his hips start to move ever so slightly faster.

He surges forward, his body fusing with mine in a wild, primal dance. Our movements become more frenzied, our bodies slamming together with the force of a thousand thunderstorms. My breath comes in short gasps as Spencer's relentless thrusts coax an orgasm out of me. My muscles tense, my hips bucking against him, seeking the sweet release from the intense pleasure building up inside of me.

Every thrust, every touch, every whispered word sends me higher and higher, my body arching and bucking beneath him in a frenzy of ecstasy.

Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine as he continues to drive into me, his gaze burning with an intensity that matches the fire inside us both. His hands grip my hips tightly, never losing rhythm as he thrusts into me and coaxes that sweet release from me. My body trembles and shakes with each surge, and I can feel the orgasm building, growing stronger and more intense with each passing second.

A low, guttural moan escapes from Spencer's lips as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming harder and faster. I can feel him growing more desperate, and I know that he's close to his own release.

The pleasurable ache between my legs intensifies, and I know that I'm about to reach that peak. I let out a helpless whimper as the pleasure was threatening to overtake me, and I feel as though I'm being pulled into a vortex of ecstasy. Time seems to stand still, and I'm lost in the moment, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The bed creaks and groans with our passionate lovemaking, the sound echoing in my ears as I reach for the pinnacle of pleasure. Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine, and I see the same intensity in them that I feel in my own being. We're one, united in our desire for each other, and nothing else matters in this world.

His thrusts become harder and faster, the tip of his erection brushing against the most sensitive part of me with every stroke. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel the orgasm building within me, growing stronger with each passing second. I cling to Spencer, my nails digging into his back as I beg him to take me over the edge.

“Gonna fill you up,(Y/N),” Spencer moans, “everyone will know who you belong to once you’re — oh fuck — carrying my fucking baby inside you.” His words send me falling over the edge and I can feel myself slipping away, my mind consumed by the intense pleasure reaching it's peak as my hips buck wildly.

Time seems to stand still as we reach the pinnacle of pleasure together. Our bodies move in perfect sync, every thrust, every caress, every whispered word fueling the fire that burns within us. The pleasure is all-consuming, coursing through my veins and reaching every cell in my body. I let out a series of orgasmic moans bordering on screams and Spencer smiles down at me wickedly, his eyes never leaving mine as his thrusts become harder and more disjointed as his own orgasm looms on the horizon. His moans grow louder and louder as the feeling of slight overstimulation makes me clench even tighter around his throbbing cock as he reaches his breaking point.

"Please, Spencer," I whisper, "make me yours, sir. P-please, please put a baby in me!"

Finally, with one last deep thrust, Spencer moans loudly and shudders above me, his body rigid as he loses himself in the pleasure of a release he had been building up to for what felt like an eternity. As Spencer's body shudders above mine, I can feel the warmth of his release filling me up, an earth-shattering feeling that takes my breath away. We lay there for a moment, our bodies still joined together, basking in the afterglow of our passion. Finally, with a contented sigh, Spencer pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed beside me.

I snap back to reality, my mind reeling from the intensity of our lovemaking. I can feel the stickiness between my legs, a reminder of the incredible moment we just shared. The room is still, the only sounds being our heavy breathing and the rhythmic beating of our hearts. I reach over to grab the bedside table, searching for a tissue to clean myself up.

"Spencer?" I say softly, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he replies, still out of breath.

I flash him a saucy grin, "I think we'll have to make sure we keep trying this before my next period so I won't have to suffer through another one, for a while." I joked, while playfully poking his chest.

He chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear, "I think that's a great idea, my love." I couldn't help but giggle at his response, feeling a burst of warmth spread through my body.

#spencer x reader #spencer reid x female reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds smut #criminalminds #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x self insert #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid x reader

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#86 They were roommates...

Three roommates...trying to raise the next Dendro Archon...could this be an au?...

Baby Nahida: Mah...

Alhaitham*Looking at his child*No

Baby Nahida*Glares at Papa*abUA ama bu!

Alhaitham*Frowns at the baby deity*Dont you talk back to me

Baby Nahida*Starts pounding her tiny fists on his chest in a tantrum*ABU!BUH BUH!

Alhaitham: I said "NO" and I overrule you, young lady

Y/n*Knitting for Nahida a onesie* Would you please stop arguing with our child...and next Dedron Archon

Alhaitham:...I might as well, I think she's winning...

Kaveh*Coming in and picking her up happily, taking her to the board and giving her the chalk*Aww~Look at you Nahida~Wanna add the point yourself?~

Baby Nahida*Gleefully with her chubby hand draws her four rows and cross them to make it a five...compared to Alhaitham who only has one*!!!~

Alhaitham:...

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #roommates to parents au #genshin nahida #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x y/n #kaveh x reader #kaveh x y/n #alhaitham x reader x kaveh #alhaitham x kaveh #genshin fluff #genshin incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[kisskiss-slashslash]

hi could you write like a blurb of reader knitting a baby onesie to tell the slasher(preferably Thomas Hewitt, my love<33) that they’re pregnant. Reader has been knitting all day and won’t let anyone see it until she’s done. Plss and thank you<333

Yes I could <3

Announcing your pregnancy to Thomas Hewitt by gifting him a baby onesie

You have been avoiding Thomas all day, and he is starting to get a little annoyed. And the rest of the family is also put on edge by your odd behaviour. You spend an unusual amount of time alone, and leave every room as soon as another family member enters it.

Come evening, he sits at the table, grumpily staring into his supper. There is a lot of tension in the air.

"Thomas?"

He looks up, surprised and happy that you finally decided to acknowledge him again. The whole table goes quiet, all eyes on you.

You clear your throat. “I have something for you.”

Luda Mae’s eyes widen for a moment and never leave the small package, wrapped in this morning’s newspaper and held together by a bit of the yarn you use for knitting, tied into a neat ribbon, as you hand it to him.

Thomas furrows his brows. It’s not his birthday, neither is it Christmas, so what is this for? If it were just one of the small gifts you occasionally give him to “show your appreciation”, you wouldn’t have drawn so much attention to it. He turns the gift in his hands, finding its content soft under his meaty fingers.

Then he slowly, carefully opens up the ribbon, and unfolds the paper around it. When he sees that it is something knitted, he first assumes you made him a scarf or hat… something usually useless in a state as hot as Texas. Then he unfolds it and reveals a small onesie, knitted from dark blue yarn with strands of silver woven through it, making it look like a starlit sky.

His eyes wander to you in confusion. Then back to the item in his hands. Back to you. Slowly, the realization what this means creeps up on him. Again, he looks at the onesie and back to you, faster this time. His eyes widen, while you return his gaze with a shy smile.

He stands up to quickly that the force almost throws his plate off the table, and within a heartbeat, you find yourself crushed against his chest in a backbreaking hug.

Once he lets go of you again, he looks around to his family members and finds them speechless.

Thomas’ mind is going a million miles an hour. The crib that first Hoyt and then later him have slept in as babies should still be somewhere down in the cellar. The water down there undoubtedly did some damage to it, but nothing unfixable. What else would a baby need?

While he thinks about all the things that need to be prepared before the child arrives, he holds onto you like a drowning man, his hands on your stomach as if he could already feel the small life growing there.

#slasher x reader #thomas hewitt x reader

[lisannastraussisanangel]

would love to hear ur headcanons for the canon couples (Nalu, Gruvia, Jerza, Gajevy) as first time parents

Fun fact: I actually wrote a fic about them adopting children (well Jerza, Nalu, and Elfever) if anyone is interested in that :)

Nalu

Lucy is literally stressed out the whole time

Natsu is pretty chill but his protectiveness has tripled

Lucy is the strict parent and Natsu is the fun one, but he will back Lucy up when needed

Unfortunately because of his heightened senses, Natsu really struggles with the baby crying. It's way louder for him and even hurts when he's holding the baby (too close to the ears)

Natsu struggles to sleep too. One because of the baby waking him up, but also because he is super protective and wakes up multiple times a night just to check on the baby (Lucy also doesn't sleep through the night but Natsu more so)

Lucy cheats and summons her spirits to help look after the baby. It really helps the new parents get time to rest (and also her spirits love the little baby so its a win win)

While they take turns working, Lucy usually stays home more. She knows Natsu needs to get out all his energy and she has no problem being a stay at home mom (at least for a little bit)

Gruvia

Juvia is literally always crying. Everything the baby does causes Juvia to burst into tears

Gray is in love. He's literally always cooing over the baby

They fight over who has to be the strict parents because both of them wanna be the fun one. Usually Juvia ends up as the strict one

Gray worries so much about the baby that he spends most nights sleeping in the nursery. Juvia keeps a spare blanket and pillow in there now, just so he can be more comfortable

The entire house is covered in toys (and other baby things). It has completely taken over their lives

Neither of them wanna work because they want to spend as much time with their baby as possible (unfortunately they have to so they take turns and only take simple jobs)

Juvia knits cute little onesies for the baby. She makes little dolls too. The dolls match the onesies. Its adorable

Jerza

Erza is super prepared and can literally handle any baby issue (throw up, diaper, teething, etc). She's got everything

Jellal on the other hand is always panicking. The baby hiccups? He's freaking out about if he has to go to the ER

Erza bought so many clothes for the baby. She treats them like a little doll and is always playing dress up

They are both the strict parents. Not terribly but they raise their child to behave (tho both are known to give in to the puppy dog eyes)

Jellal cries a lot. He cried when he found out Erza was pregnant, cried when the baby was born, cried when they brought the baby home, etc (he never thought he'd have a life like this)

For the first couple months after the baby is born, Jellal tries to do as much as possible because he wants Erza to rest (she did do all the hard work for nine months so it's only fair that he steps up after birth)

Somehow their home is always clean and they both always look well rested (well Jellal has permanent eye bags but that's just his normal sleep depravation). No one knows how they are so put together with a newborn

Gajevy

Gajeel is that dad that is always talking about his baby. He's always showing pictures, will turn any conversation into a baby story, and in general cannot go five minutes without talking about his baby

Levy did so much research before the baby was born. She bought literally anything and everything the books recommended

Unfortunately that means when something happens that wasn't in the book, Levy panics

Gajeel also has issues with his heightened senses. Levy takes pity on him when it comes to diaper changes (Gajeel has thrown up from particularly foul ones)

Gajeel tried to do that thing where you make the baby listen to music in the moms stomach, but it was his singing. Levy would come up with every excuse in the book for this not to happen

He does sing to the baby now, but Levy finds it adorable and likes to listen (his voice is more suited for lullaby's)

Levy reads to the baby every night. Her book picks vary from actual kids books to textbooks but the baby doesn't know the difference anyway

#i really love to imagine them as parents #anon <3 #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #gruvia #jerza #nalu #gajevy #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #erza scarlet #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #jellal fernandes #levy mcgarden #gajeel redfox #natsu x lucy #lucy x natsu #gajeel x levy #levy x gajeel #erza x jellal #jellal x erza #gray x juvia #juvia x gray

[its-time-to-write]

i honestly would love to see more of jamie with bea like him deciding to take her to see the team for the first time after she’s born because maybe him and reader wanted some time for themselves and get adjusted before having everyone meet her?

My whole family is out today and I have nothing to do, so I’m going to be answering some requests! And maybe opening up my inbox again

I’m a sucker for requests that ask for continuations of my other fics. Thanks for requesting!

lyrical smile, indigo eyes

How did you become lucky enough to have a baby like this with the absolute love of your life? You were pretty sure that you and Jamie had peaked at marriage, but Beatrice Georgie Tartt just takes the cake. You are exhausted because labor was intense, and Jamie swears if you gripped his hand any tighter you would have shattered it. But you didn’t, and you’re out of the hospital and back at home. Bea is a week and a half old, and there are only four people who have met her, outside of the hospital staff: Georgie, Simon, Roy, and Keeley. Jamie didn’t want you to be overwhelmed by a lot of visitors right after you had Bea, so he asked a favor from Ted, who promised to keep AFC Richmond so busy that they wouldn’t have time to drop in unannounced.

But now Jamie’s getting ready to go back to training, and he wants to take Bea with him before it starts.

“I can take her this Friday, Isaac’s been texting me all week and Coach said he’d end training early,” he says from his place on the living room floor, folding onesie after onesie.

You roll your eyes from the couch with Bea in your arms, half-asleep in the middle of her feeding. 

“You sure you’re up to it, babe? She goes through diapers like crazy. You’re gonna have to bring a brand new pack if you even want to stand half a chance.”

Jamie just grins. “No problem babe, I’m a pro. Ain’t in the Premier League for nothing.”

“Alright,” you say, “I’m coming too, but only to go have girl time with Rebecca and Keeley. Becca says she has some like spa-day stuff for me. Apparently she did all the research into postpartum care.”

Jamie makes a hm, interesting face and Bea lets out a gurgle and wakes herself up.

—

You roll up to Nelson Road at 1pm, diaper bag packed with everything you could possibly need. This is your first time out of the house with Bea, and both you and Jamie are nervous. He’s trying to make you laugh with dumb jokes but your eyebrows are tightly knit together. 

Bea is incredibly tiny, and the Richmond boys are… well, they’re not. You know they can be gentle, but you also know they are capable of getting overexcited way too easily. You nervously fiddle with the toy hanging from Bea’s carseat so Jamie looks at you in the rearview mirror and says, “Babe, relax, it’ll be fine, yeah? They don’t have to hold her or anything, and I’ll make sure she’s alright.”

That calms you down a little. You know Jamie means it. He’ll watch Bea like a hawk, and isn’t afraid to be a prick when it comes to taking care of the people he loves. You take a breath and nod as he pulls into a parking space.

—

The team is on the pitch, so you and Jamie walk out to meet Ted, Roy, and Beard. The boy see you walk up and immediately stop their drills, but Roy shouts “Oi! You lot still have got thirty fucking minutes! Keep fucking going!” So they go back to whatever the heck they’re doing.

Ted says, “Look at this cute little tartlet! Ain’t she just the sweetest thing?” and you can tell by Beard’s reaction that Ted’s been waiting to use that one for a while. 

“I washed and sanitized my hands three minutes ago,” says Roy, “can I hold her?”

That is a little bit surprising. You would have assumed Ted would be the first one to ask, but you suppose he’s Phoebe’s favorite “Uncle Roy,” a reason, so you hand her over with a kiss on her forehead. You kiss Jamie and say, “Bye babe, I’m headed to see Keels and Becca,” then turn on your heel to Rebecca’s office. You’re headed inside when you throw one last glance at Bea, and almost burst out laughing; Jamie’s helping Roy put on the wrap so he can wear Bea while yelling at the team. You look out the window once you make it to the second floor of Nelson Road and see Roy coaching with Bea snugly secured to his chest and Jamie hovering close by. You’re glad today’s drills don’t seem to involve any footballs.

You tap on Rebecca’s door then push it open, and are immediately almost knocked over by Keeley, who has launched herself at you. 

“HI BABE, HOW-FUCKING-ARE YOU?” she squeals, and you wonder if she’s so loud because she was containing herself when she met Bea. You grin and squeeze her back.

“I am so fucking tired and so fucking happy,” you reply. “Hi Bec!!”

Rebecca gets up off the couch and gives you a tight hug as best she can, because Keeley is still holding you.

“It is so wonderful to see you, darling,” she says, “I saw Roy has the baby out on the pitch. She’s going to be kicking a football before she knows how to walk properly.”

You laugh and Keeley says, “Oi, Roy’s got her? Good luck getting her back. If she’s anything like Phoebe she’ll throw a right fit when it’s time to go.”

“I know,” you sigh, “She’s going to have so many aunts and uncles, it’s insane. Not sure where Jaim and I are going to fall on her ranking of favorite people.”

Rebecca smiles and moves to the couch. “Would you like to sit and have some tea? I read there are certain types that help with breastfeeding.”

You grimace. “I would, except sitting is not exactly my favorite right now. But tea sounds wonderful.”

“You can lay down on your stomach, babe,” Keeley says helpfully. “Rebecca and can cuddle and catch you up on everything you’ve missed.”

You say, “That sounds fucking amazing,” and you’re asleep ten minutes into their chattering.

—

You startle awake to the sound of a knock on the door. Rebecca calls, “Come in,” and it takes you a moment to figure out where you are. There’s a blanket draped over you and Rebecca and Keeley are still on the other side of the couch, both furiously typing and scrolling on their laptops.

You rasp, “How long was I out?” as Roy pokes his head in the door. He’s still wearing Bea.

“Twenty minutes,” Rebecca answers. “Keeley and I thought it best to leave you be.” Keeley nods, not looking up from her screen.

Roy clears his throat. “Hi babe!” says Keeley. She half glances up from her screen then does a double take.

“Holy fuck, you look right sexy like that, Kent.”

Roy grins at her. “Don’t get any fucking ideas.”

Keeley says, “Too late. I have so many fucking ideas,” to which you and Rebecca share a disgusted face.

“That’s disgusting, Keeley,” you tease.

“Oi, you’re one to talk!” she returns and Rebecca nods as if to say, she’s got a point. 

“Any-fucking-way,” Roy says, looking at you, “Figured you’d want to be downstairs when the boys meet Bea. They’re changing and getting clean so it’s going to take a fucking minute.”

You nod. “Hey Bec, you wanna hold her?”

Rebecca closes her laptop. “I would absolutely love to.”

Roy growls in a way that means fuck no, but Bea’s your baby so he unwraps her and gently hands her to Rebecca. Bea settles so sweetly into Rebecca’s arms that you swear you want to cry. Stupid hormones.

“Your prick husband is still downstairs bothering Sam and Dani,” Roy says, and you remember oh yeah, I have a prick husband. You get up off the couch.

“I should probably go see him,” you reply. “Becca, you want to come, or..?”

Rebecca is still gazing at Bea, but she nods and stands up, heels discarded on the floor.

You make your way to the locker room to find Jamie surrounded by the team, scrolling through something on his phone.

“…And this is her wearing her Tartt onesie. Here she is with me mum, and this one…” he trails off when he sees you. 

“Hi love!” he says, “Just showing the lads the pictures I got of Bea.”

There’s something about Jamie standing in the middle of the locker room crowded by his team that just makes your heart feel like it’s going to explode. You laugh and bound over to him, throwing your arms around his neck.

“You’re such a dad, Jamie Tartt,” you tell him affectionately, to which he replies, “Learned from the best, didn’t I?” with a glance at Ted.

“Alright,” you say, arms off of Jamie’s neck but now entwined around his left bicep, “who wants to meet Bea officially?” 

Hands go up around the room and to your surprise, they’re all quiet. In scary unison, they move to sit on the benches and hold their hands up, palms facing outward. 

“What the fuck is happening?” you whisper to Beard.

“Ted had a baby-etiquette debrief,” he whispers back. “Inside voices, clean hands, neck support, the whole deal. Had me make a slideshow to back him up.”

Rebecca shakes her head in disbelief as you all watch Isaac make his way around the room, inspecting hands and pronouncing them clean.

Rebecca does not look like she wants to give up Bea, but you tell her you’ll invite her over in a few days, as long as she doesn’t mind a messy house and takeout. She reluctantly hands Bea to Dani, who is beaming so hard you’re worried for his face muscles. 

Jamie, meanwhile, rests his head on yours. 

He leans down and whispers, “Hey babe?”

“Hm?” you respond.

“I’m going to fall asleep standing up. D’you think Bea would be fine if we crashed in Ted’s office?”

You grin. You think Bea would be fine anywhere there’s a member of AFC Richmond.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[ofstarsandvibranium]

lemme tell you, your writing is 🤌 every time!

if you’re still taking jamie requests, may i request a jamie x fem!reader where they’re first time parents and when the team comes and meets the new baby, they take keeley and roy aside and name them godparents? i love when big gruff men (roy) get all soft and sentimental🥹❤️‍🩹

(jamie is such a girl dad)

Your daughter was only a few hours old, and you knew you would anything to love and protect her.

Jamie, who sat beside you on the hospital bed, was holding her. Her eyes shut, just recently fed, a quilt that Simon, Jamie's stepdad, knitted, wrapped around her tiny body.

"She's so beautiful," Jamie murmurs, fingers lightly grazing your daughter's little plump cheeks. You tiredly watch him admire the precious girl you two made.

There was a knock at the door to your hospital room and you raise your voice slightly, careful not to wake your girl up, "Come in."

The door opens and Keeley pops her head in. You break out into a smile as she quietly squeals and gestures Roy to follow her in.

"She sleeping?" she asks.

You nod, "Yeah, she's just been fed."

Roy and Keeley inch closer to Jamie's side and peering down at your daughter. Keeley gasps, "She's so cute! So tiny!"

"Thank fuck she looks more like you," he points at you and you smirk. Jamie rolls his eyes.

"What's her name?"

"Willow Georgina Tartt," Jamie answers with pride.

"That's such a cute name! Did you tell your mum about it?"

You nod, "Oh yeah. She burst into tears. They're visiting in a few days. Want to give us some time to adjust to Willow."

"Also," Jamie speaks up, "Me and the wife were thinking...maybe you could be Willow's godparents, yeah?"

Keeley's jaw drops and her eyes begin to water, "Really?"

"Really."

"Oh, I'd fucking love to be her godparent!"

Jamie smiles and looks at Roy, "Grandad, how 'bout you?"

With his usual stoic face, Roy responds, "I guess someone's gotta look out for the little idiot."

Keeley is jumping and quietly clapping her hands together, "I love you guys so fucking much, you have no idea! Roy, we're godparents!"

You chuckle and settle into bed more, resting your head on Jamie's shoulder as Roy and Keeley continue to coo over Willow.

______________________

Two weeks later you and Jamie are making your way to the locker room. Baby Willow is wide awake. She's wearing her AFC Richmond kit onesie that's obviously made to look like Jamie's.

She's staring up at you as you roll her pram down the hall. You stop outside the locker room and see that Roy has already got the team's attention.

"We have a very special guest, so you all better fucking behave."

Jamie lifts Willow out of her pram and enters the locker room.

All of the guys gasp, eyes wide, and smiles big.

Jamie smiles back, a sense of pride filling up inside him, "Alright, blokes, this here Willow Georgina Tartt. I'm just gonna have to ask not everyone come out at once. She gets a bit startled around lots of people. Also, if you haven't already, wash your hands! Don't want you getting me baby sick!" Jamie commands in a very protective tone.

Sam is the first one to come up and smiles at Willow, "Oh she is very cute." He bends down a bit to be more eye level with her, "Hello Willow. I'm Sam Obisanya."

Willow stares blanky at him and proceeds to smile.

"Aaawww!" you all say.

You sit on the bench beside Roy, watching the guys meet your daughter.

"She's going to be so spoiled by these guys."

"Considering how your baby shower went, yeah. They're all wrapped around her tiny finger." Roy rasps out, crossing his arms over his chest and watching with how in love everyone is with his goddaughter.

#jamie tartt x imagine #jamie tartt imagine

[fizzigigsimmer]

Moonwood: Part 5

Thank you all so much for your patience. We're baaaaack with an update.

|Part One Here|

It’s pretty stupid in Steve’s opinion that he still needs to get his mom to sign a permission slip to go to basketball camp, even though he’s eighteen.

“I don’t want to hear it Harrington.” The coach says when Steve tracks him down. “I can’t let you on the bus without a permission slip.”

Hank says it’s because the school doesn’t want to be liable if something happens to them out in the woods – and Steve can’t help but shiver a little at the way he says it. Like he expects something or knows something Steve doesn’t. But he tells himself he’s being crazy. Anything could happen in a national park but that doesn’t mean something is going to. There’s gotta be like safe areas mapped out for the public, right? It’s probably a good thing the slip reads like a contract: I understand the risk my child is taking and waive my rights to be pissed about it if they get chewed on by a grizzly bear. It shows they’ve thought things through. At least Steve hopes they’ve thought it through – if he’s honest, he’s not sure how he feels about spending a week in the woods with a bunch of keyed up guys all jonesing to impress Billy Hargrove.

Because it’s pretty obvious after the first round that the team captains have a lot of pull with the coach.

“Hey sweetheart!” Steve’s mom is in the living room, working on some crochet toy for a neighbor who is having a baby. Steve had no idea she could crochet until she started making the toy. Apparently, she was pretty crafty before she met his dad. Steve’s dad didn’t think it was a sexy enough hobby or something. Said it was for old women and spinsters.

“How was tryouts?” Aunt Julie asks when he walks in. She’s knitting what looks like a hooded onesie with ears and a fluffy tail attached. It’s pretty damn cute.

“Wasn’t much of a tryout. The coach wasn’t even there, and the captains just ran us ragged the whole time.” He grumbles, shrugging his duffle off his shoulder and throwing himself down onto the couch beside his mom. She she laughs as the cushions sag beneath his weight.

“Coach Brown is a godsend to that school. He knows how to pick the right personalities, people who really work well together and form a solid bond.” Aunt Julie sighs wistfully. “It was much different when your mom and I were in school. There was a lot of tension between us and the Schiller folks. I felt like I was always on my guard, looking over my shoulder.”

“What’s up with that, by the way?” Steve asks, eager to finally have an explanation for the weird vibes everyone seems to have about Moonwood. “Why are people like, scared of this place? It can’t just be because of the forest.”

Steve’s mom and his aunt share a strange look.

“They’re scared of us. Because we’re different.” Aunt Julie says, but before Steve can ask her what she means his mom is shaking her head and hissing something at Julie in Lythan. They go back and forth like that for a moment and Steve just knows that they’re talking about him, and he’s sick of being left in the dark.

“Whoa whoa whoa, guys!” He snaps. “In english please! I’m right here and I want to know what’s going on. Mom?”

Steve’s mom looks tortured, like Steve is holding a lighter to her feet. His aunt heaves a heavy sigh and flips her long dark hair over her shoulder.

“It’s time to tell him Jess. The bonfire is tomorrow night.”

Steve wants to know what’s going on and why everyone keeps talking about the bonfire as if it’s so important, when it’s just a bunch of people from the neighborhood getting together to tell ghost stories and get plastered. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting his mom to say but it’s not that she’s a werewolf.

He thinks she’s pulling his leg at first, cause what else can she be doing but then aunt Julie chimes in and they both just won’t stop. They tell him that the people in their village have always turned into wolves and that they came to the new world to escape persecution. He’s kind of mad at himself, how long he listens until they get to the part with the witch.

“Time out! Time out! You expect me to believe you guys, grandma and grandpa and all the rest, you’re werewolves, and everybody knows about it because you fought a witch?” Steve laughs even though it’s not really funny and waits for them – but nobody laughs with him.

“Yes. She’d put a curse on the village and the people there to force them to pay tithes and make sacrifices to her.” His mom says and his aunt nods, continuing.

“When the townspeople rose against her, her coven came to exact their vengeance. The pack protected them, and in exchange we were given this land. Although the area has grown and many new people have come, there are people dedicated to keeping the old truce alive.”

“That’s why you needed to know before the bonfire. There will be representatives from the other towns there, new and old. There will be a demonstration and the pact between our communities will be renewed.” His mom finishes.

Steve gets up and stomps off. He is mad. He is so mad that she would play such a weird stupid prank on him instead of just being honest; but mostly he’s afraid. He’s afraid because it doesn’t make sense and he can’t figure out why she would do it or why aunt Julie would help her and when his grandpa knocks on the door of his room later and asks to come in, his heart sinks into his stomach.

He knows what his grandfather wants to talk about as he sits down on the edge of his bed before he even says a word – and it just doesn’t make sense. It can’t be real. It just can’t be. There’s no such thing as werewolves, and the only witches he knows are edgy girls who like to collect crystals.

“Your mom says you had quite the talk earlier.” His grandpa starts with a small sigh. “How ya doing Pip?”

“You mean with the discovery that my family is either insane or they’re werewolves?” Steve sneers, not looking away from where his gaze is fixed on the ceiling. “I’m still wrestling with it.”

“Well, go easy on your mom while you wrestle. She’s had a rough couple of months. It ain’t easy breaking with a soulmate.”

“Soulmate? I thought you hated my dad.”

“Don’t matter what I think of him” grandpa grunts. “Wolves mate for life. We’re born for someone, and common thought was they were born for us. But well your mom… she loved that man with all she had, but there wasn’t much in him for loving.”

And that’s how Steve discovered that it’s real – the stories his mom used to tell him about soulmates, and how one day he’d grow up and he’d meet someone, and when he’d look at them, he’d just know he was made to love them.

“This is crazy. I don’t – I don’t want…” Steve bites back tears, unable to get the words out. He doesn’t think his grandpa is a liar, and the whole family can’t be crazy. But he doesn’t want this to be real. Not if it means he might be made to love someone who will never love him back. His dad didn’t get it, why Steve would choose to be broke and struggle with his mom instead of have his future pathed for him and live in comfort with his dad.

The thought that it might be his destiny to live like that, with his hand out always waiting on love that won’t come… Steve cries and his grandfather pats his shoulder awkwardly, but lovingly.

“I’m awful glad to have you Stevie and I wouldn’t change a thing, but I’ve always hoped maybe she was wrong. You don’t know a soul bond until you feel it and it’s easy for a young girl to lose her head. In any case, she’s the only one I’ve ever heard of with a one-way tie like that.”

“What does it feel like?” Steve finds himself asking, but the strange thing is how he knows the answer even before he finishes the question.

When you see them, it’s like everything slows down so you don’t miss them. Like something’s forcing you to pay attention. And once you do, it’s like everything else pales in comparison. You’re always thinking about them, always bumping into them and trying to be near them without thinking about it, because that’s where you’re happiest. Even if you don’t know it yet. Nobody can lift you up or put you down quicker than they can. They see more of you than anyone else, and you see them too. You can try and ignore the pull, but the tide will always bring you right back to them.

Steve listens to his grandpa wax on and on about what it was like when he first felt the connection with his grandmother and it should be just a sweet story to him. Something to give him hope for the future.

But what happened is his heart starts to beat and his palms start to sweat as Billy Hargrove’s face floats to the front of his mind where it absolutely doesn’t belong.

Unless…

But they can’t be. Can they?

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[aelinschild]

Worth the Wait

I forgot what is was like to hyperfixate on something, so enjoy the overflow of content while it happens! Here's a quick drabble from this morning.

SYNOPSIS: Rowan takes the drive home slowly, careful of the precious cargo in the backseat. WORDCOUNT: 857 WARNINGS: Kids, mentions of labour, Rowan being silly, Fluff

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Rowan had never driven with such care. 

Every corner was gentle, each stop had him slowing down far earlier. His eyes were everywhere, analyzing every car on the road. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, and his body tensed with the leftover adrenaline from the hospital. Nothing slipped his perception.

Especially the cooing in the backseat. 

At an intersection, once he had rolled to a slow stop and deemed it safe enough to peer into the rear-view mirror, he took a look at his everything in the backseat. 

Aelin was seated in the middle seat, glowing but tired. She was leaning over the newest addition to their small family. Their daughter. Buckled up as securely as possible, she had her mother's eyes watching her every move. 

Aelin didn't move under Rowan’s watchful eyes, preferring to stare into her baby’s face. She was exceptionally uncomfortable in this position, her stomach a little sore, and generally feeling a little gross, but it didn't matter because she had this moment. Finally, after months of waiting, they were driving their daughter home with them. 

Their beautiful little girl, Evie Rhylie Whitethorn Galathynius. 

It was too early to tell, but when she let out the first shrill cry in the delivery room and opened her eyes to the world for the first time, she had light blue eyes. The doctor told them there was a chance that they would deepen to green, and Aelin saw Rowan’s smirk in the corner of her eye when their doctor said that. 

It didn't matter to Aelin, as she gently brushed her hand over her daughter’s little tufts of blonde hair, whatever she looked like didn't matter, she’d love her unconditionally anyway. 

“I'm so proud of you, fireheart,” Rowan whispered from up front, his voice full of awe. 

“Thank you,” Aelin met Rowan’s cloudy eyes in the rear-view mirror and gave him a watery smile to match. 

-

Rowan was out of the car immediately when he put it in park, rushing towards the front door to unlock it and push it open, then running back to the car to grab the hospital bag and the surplus of other things from the hospital. Running back to the house to drop those things off, then standing in the front entryway, pleased with himself for the organization. 

“Uh, Rowan?” Came Aelin’s voice from outside. “You forgetting something?”

He was confused very briefly, the baby! “Shit. Coming!” 

As he rushed back out to where his wife and daughter were in the back of the car, he could hear Aelin’s tired laugh. He felt a hot blush rise to his cheeks, whoops, he thought. 

Opening the door, he was met with the tiny human that was his daughter, bundled up in a forest green onesie with a little bear hat, knitted by Auntie Lysandra. She was still fast asleep, tuckered out from all the crying and cuddling she had done earlier. 

He unlatched the carrier from its spot in the car, with near-perfect form, having practiced this before the baby’s birth. Lifting Evie gently from the car, and setting the carrier down very gently on the drive, making sure it wasn't going anywhere, before turning back to Aelin in the backseat. 

She was smiling brightly. “Sorry.” He mumbled shyly. 

“Super-Dad already, don't worry it's very sexy.” 

“Super-Dad who forgot his daughter and wife in the car, surefire turn on, huh?” He joked as he let Aelin grab onto his shoulders, grabbing onto her hips to gently help her out of the car. She let out a little ‘oof’ one she was standing, clearly in need of some recovery. 

“Super,” Deep breath, “sexy.” 

“Okay, enough of that, let's get you to bed.” He said, placing a heavy arm around her waist to stabilize her walk inside, then grabbing the carrier with a gentleness that broke and remade Aelin’s heart.

“Take a girl to dinner first.” Aelin joked as they walked inside. 

Rowan snorted. “I think we are a little past that already.” And simultaneously they both looked down at little Evie, who had decided to wake up at that moment, making little gurgling noises and lifting her little arms. 

Crossing over the entrance to their house, Rowan couldn't be happier. He was worn out, surviving on shitty hospital coffee and the leftovers of adrenaline from the birth a day and a half ago, but he was happy. 

He was a father now. A father to his little Evie, and a husband to Aelin, and it was going to be a sleepless few months, and it was going to be hard, but he was so happy, it was overflowing. He set the carrier down again, let go of Aelin, and turned around to lock the car, then close and lock the front door, before sweeping Aelin into a – gentle – bear-hug, and dropping kisses all over her tired face. 

She let out a tired giggle before hugging him back. “I love you, Ro” 

“I love you far more, Fireheart.” 

Evie, obviously feeling left out, let out a little cry, wanting Mom and Dad’s attention. 

“We love you even more, Little Evie.”

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[woohoojuicesimoleons2]

This Harvestfest was a lot more quiet and private this year. No known celebrities invited and only two of Riley's closest friends attended. RIley's already in the second trimester. This baby is wasting no time. After having Jon help clean and put away leftovers she gets busy knitting onesies.

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[hypersonic04]

Cosy Sunday

hello everyone! sorry for being MIA for a while, please accept this fluffy, domestic, cosy one-shot as my apology. also, the reference to talent show results at the end is purely for my own comfort because watching strictly come dancing on a cosy winter evening is the light of my life. enjoy my darlings!

word count: 1,764

I wake up to the sound of gentle cries from the crib next to our bed, squeezing my eyes shut in an attempt to gain an extra second of peace before the chaos of newborn-parent life begins. Before I can even get out of bed, I feel the mattress lift from behind me.

"I'll get her." He whispers to me as I turn my head, watching him lift her tiny body onto his chest. He shushes her, gently rocking her up and down, his hand nearly the entire size of her body.

"What time is it?" I squint to at the clock on the nightstand, rubbing my eyes tiredly.

"7AM, our girl slept all the way through." He smiles down at her as her small hands attempt to grasp at his bare chest. The combination of postpartum hormones and his gentle whispers to her make me emotional as I lie in bed, pulling the covers up under my chin and sniffling a little. He looks over to me and I smile sleepily.

"Do you want to sleep in mummy and daddy's bed, hm?" He says to her, lifting her up in front of him. Her feet scrunch up in her tiny onesie and he pouts at her, bringing her over to me.

He hands her over to me as he gets back into bed, sitting up and brushing a few strands of hair away from my forehead. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept well, thank you, my love." I smile softly, also sat up now and cradling the baby as he kisses me gently.

We sit in silence for a while, the soft brush of his thumb against my arm comforting as we lie together. It's around half past eight when Ross gets out of bed and makes us both a coffee, bringing it upstairs and putting the latest episode of Bake Off on while I feed her. It's a chilly day, the middle of October in fact, the trees surrounding our house now a golden-brown colour. Our dog sleeps at the edge of the bed, wrapped up in the white duvet like a baby in his own right.

"Do you have any plans for today?" I ask as I stand up with her in my arms, walking around the room gently after her feed.

Even now, after being together all this time, I blush at the sight of him shirtless in bed. He's got the covers pulled over his lap, a mug looking ridiculously tiny in his hands, his dark eyes following me as I walk towards him.

"I don't think so, darling." He smiles up at me, taking my free hand in his as I stand next to the bed and pressing a firm kiss to my wedding-ring-adorned knuckle. "Why, what are you thinking?" He squints his eyes a little and I giggle at his attempt to read my mind.

"I'm thinking about going for a walk this morning, and then going for a Sunday roast."

"A walk and a roast with my girls? The dream." He jokingly swoons at the thought and I laugh at him, running my fingertips through his hair. "Here, let me take her while you get ready."

I put my playlist on and get ready in the en-suite, laughing to myself when I hear him singing along to the 90's boy band songs I have on. For my outfit of the day, I go for a chunky knit sweater and jeans, complete with a pair of boots.

"I didn't realise you were such an avid Boyzone fan." I giggle as I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, blending my make up as I watch him sing the lyrics to her.

"She's just like her Uncle Matty, she's trying to sing." He smiles, fingers gently combing through her thick, dark hair.

Once I'm ready, I take her from him and get her dressed as he does the same.

"Look how cute your daughter looks." I grin as he makes his way downstairs, putting her into the pushchair his mum and dad bought us. It's beautiful - cream with big wheels, perfect for days like today.

"Oh my god." He throws his head back dramatically when he sees her in a white, teddy-bear-material onesie, the hood pulled up with little ears on. "I was going to say how did we make something so cute, but she's half you, so it makes sense." He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and presses a kiss to my neck, making me blush and giggle at the same time.

"Ross, she's literally your carbon copy." I smile, resting head on his next to me.

"True, very true." He raises his eyebrows in agreement. "Come on, Ollie!" He says to the dog after a moment, putting his collar and lead on.

With that, we head out, Ross holding the dog's lead and me pushing baby in her pram. It's not too cold now, the sky clear and the sun shining. We head into the woods, smiling at other people on their Sunday morning walks. I laugh as Ross throws the ball for Ollie, his little legs moving faster than I've ever seen.

"Do you want me to push?" He asks, turning around to look at me with a smile. I grin, knowing that he's asking to push the pram, rather than offering.

"Yes, please."

We swap, my arm linked through his as we walk together, his eyes fixated on his little girl bundled up in front of him. I didn't think it was possible, but watching Ross become a dad has made me fall in love with him all over again.

I glance over at him and wonder how I got so lucky. He looks so broad and tall, the navy fleece sweater he's wearing really playing into the whole DILF thing. His hair is pulled back into a bun, his large hands holding onto the handle of the pushchair, and I have to avert my eyes before it becomes weird.

"I love you." I say, breaking the comfortable silence and kissing his sweater-covered bicep. He presses a kiss to the top of my head in return.

"I love you more."

"You're so good at this."

"At what? Pushing the pram?"

"No," I giggle. "Being a dad. Being a husband."

"It's only because of you." He glances down at me, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiles gently. "It's only because I'm your husband, because she's our baby." I swallow deeply in attempt to not cry in the middle of our walk. "Plus, you're a great mum, so it's easy to be a parent when it's with you."

"Stop, I'm going to cry." I sniffle and he laughs loudly at my emotional instability. I smack his arm teasingly, crouching down to put Ollie's lead back on as we reach the main road and cross to go to the pub.

We order our lunches, Ross sat with a pint in front of him as he feeds the baby. I steal a sip as he does so, still not used to the privilege of being able to drink again.

The pub we're in is so cosy - dim lighting, candles lit and an autumnal wreath on the door, dog-friendly too with Ollie asleep under the table. I smile to myself when I spot an elderly couple sat across from us, holding hands as they have their Sunday lunch. I think about how that will be Ross and I someday, reminiscing on the days when we were recently married and parenting our first baby.

We eat our roast dinner as the baby sleeps in her pushchair, both of us checking on her every two minutes. Conversations of work gossip and the Netflix show someone recommended makes up our lunchtime discussions, the restlessness of our daughter being the only reason we don't end up staying here all night. Ross downs the last bit of his pint, standing up and heading over to the bar to pay the bill. I swaddle her in her blanket again, pressing a small kiss to her head before placing her in the pushchair. We leave and head back the same way we came, Ross holding Ollie for a little bit on the way back. I smile to myself at how he still babies his beloved boy, despite having an actual child now. I can hear him talking to him, kissing him and ruffling the curly hair around his ears.

It's nearly dark by the time we get back, around 5pm.

I hear him running the tiny baby bath upstairs as I empty the dishwasher from this morning, attempting to calm her little cries by pacing the hall with her.

"See, this one is when mummy and daddy got married," he stands in front of the picture frames on the wall, pointing to one from our wedding day. "Look how pretty mummy looks." He tilts his head to the side with a soft smile on his face, swallowing and blinking harshly. "And this one is all your uncles! Look at Uncle George, he looks so cool there."

I make my way upstairs and assist him in bathing her, getting her dressed and brushing her hair gently. She's sleepy from her bath, yawning and rubbing her face with her tiny, scrunched up hands. I settle her down in her crib, quietly closing the door to our bedroom behind me before making my way downstairs, now in pyjamas with my make up off and hair up.

Ross is sat in the sofa when I get downstairs, feet up and arms crossed as he watches the football scores from today.

"You're such a dad." I tease as I stand beside him, running my fingers through his hair and leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. He rests a hand on my hip, holding me to him for a few more seconds before pulling away.

"I know, right?" He laughs as I sit next to him, my legs pulled up to me as I rest my head into his side. He changes the channel and puts the results of some tacky talent show on, making me smile at the fact that I know he hates it but is willing to endure it for me. His arm around my shoulders holds me to him, his free hand offering me a chocolate button from the bag he's been hiding in the cupboard. I accept gladly, closing my eyes and sighing heavily.

"You okay?" He murmurs into my hair, his words muffled.

"Yeah, just really happy."

#1975 band #adam hann #fanfic #george daniel #matty healy #ross macdonald #the 1975 #matty the 1975 #atpoaim #bfiafl

[cottoncandyfreckles]

🌈CAREGIVER POPPY PARTRIDGE HCS🌈

🌈BEST MAMA EVER seriously she's so loving and gentle

🌈she loves calling you her baby chick

🌈 works amazingly with baby regressors

🌈she worries about you so much she doesn't want her baby to get hurt

🌈your constantly almost giving her a heart attack if your really energetic

🌈you can help her bake but your never allowed near the stove or anything that might be dangerous your mainly incharge of mixing and tasting

🌈she will knit so many onesies and oversized sweaters fo you

🌈 she tends to shelter you a lil too much but she really means well she just paranoid

🌈her feathers are so so soft so she's great to cuddle

🌈if your having a bad day she'll making your favorite sweets for you

🌈she has so much little gear in her house for whenever you might regress

🌈she'll mainly trust sally to babysit

🌈in short poppy might a lil to paranoid and protective but hey thats what a mother hen does

#shed be such a good mama #i love her shes so underatted #welcome home agere #fandom agere #caregiver headcanons #agere hcs #sfw caregiver #agere community #agere #sfw agere

[the-kr8tor]

Didnt you one day say that the stuff you write with dad hobie was hinted to be TTN hobie. And now it just get thoughts since that one story of r and hobie visiting auntie janet (i think thats her name) again. And how she though hobie got reader pregnant. But like my mom goes to how shed feel about the actual precious babies when r is pregnant with billie and mona! Or after a bit and the babies are a couple months old or when they are 3! And r and reader go and get fabrics for the babies new clothes that r wants to make her babies. WAIT FUCK I JUST HAD AN IDEA

READER MAKING HER BABIES OUTFITS THAT THEY LEAVE THE HOSPITAL IN WITH HER AND HOBIE. LIKE SHE MAKES MULTIPLE DIFFERENT VERSIONS SINCE EVERYTHING FOR BABIES CAN CHANGE AFTER THEIR BORN BUT SHE PUTS THEM IN THE OUTFITS SHE MADE AFTER🥹🥹🥹 HOBIE DEFINITELY HAS PHOTOS OF ALL FOUR OF THEM AND OF READER PEACEFULLY SLEEPING. NOT ONLY THAT BUT THEIRS PHOTOS OF HOBIE HOLDING THE TWINS BY HIMSELF AND READER. AND AND THEM JUST BEING TOGETHER AS A FAMILY WHILE THE BABIES ARE IN THAT OUTFIT OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. IMAGINE READER AND HOBIE WOULD MAKE PLUSHIES FOR BILLIE AND MONA TOO GOD IM GONNA 😭😭😭😭

MY PRECIOUS BABIES ID MAKE THEM CROCHET PHOTOS AND MAKE THEM REGULAR STUFFIES GOD DAMN. OMG IMAGINE HOBIE FINDS HER WORKING ON THEM EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS TRYNA SURPRISE HOBIE AND SHES PREGNANT WHILE DOING IT. I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH IMAGINE HOW HAPPY HED GET OR HOW HED FEEL ABOUT IT. WHAT IF READER MADE THE WHOLE FAMILY MATCHING OUTFITS/STUFFIES! BRO THESE IDEAS ARE KILLING ME NOW

Anyways hi katy im sorry for whatever chaos i brought upon you this time, just take care of yourself<3

Yes! I sometimes imagine them being the same Hobie whenever I write a dad hobie fic ❤️

Oh Auntie Janet will be the first to know and the first person to bring gifts even before the girls were born. And yes r definitely makes their clothes! Like I imagine that even while she's in labour and literally laying down on the hospital bed, she's still knitting or stitching up clothes for them, meanwhile Hobie's like: that's my girl, pushing out babies and making clothes at the same time. But inside he's panicking bc the babies are coming! And R's like: this is fine 🙂

AHHHHHH THE FAMILY PHOTOS!!! They'd look so cute in the outfits r made! (Even her outfit and Hobie's matches the girls' onesies)

Also r making her own maternity clothes while she's still not showing and Hobie watches on with a fond smile 🥺🥺🥺 or that's how he finds out that she's pregnant bc he comes home to r making new clothes and making baby booties 🥹

OMG AND THE STUFFIES TOO?!! Oh Billie and Ramona will be so spoiled ❤️

Hi, angel!!! Dw I loved this!!! More pls you've fed me well thank you ly ❤️❤️❤️

#ask answered #hobie thoughts #dad!hobie #ttn thoughts #🫶🫶🫶

[eva-knits12]

Going to Hobby Lobby with Chris Evans characters

Steve Rogers

You need to go to Hobby Lobby.

Steve goes with you.

He's never been to Hobby Lobby.

When he walks through the doors, he's overwhelmed.

He's never been to a craft store.

You go to the yarn department, and get the yarn you need to make a baby blanket for your cousin's baby shower.

You also get some yarn to make a baby sweater and some booties.

Steve goes to the art department.

He sees colored pencils, drawing pencils, paints, watercolors, sketchbooks, canvases, even really cool paint markers.

He buys gets a few sketch books, and some colored pencils, and some drawing pencils.

You go to the checkout, and you even get a moon pie and a caramel pecan cluster.

Steve wants to come back to Hobby Lobby, but you have no plans to go anytime soon.

You go back to get some yarn to make a sweater for yourself.

Steve comes with you to buy even MORE sketchbooks, and even some more drawing pencils and colored pencils.

Checking out gives Steve that sense of nostalgia.

No scanners, no electronic stuff, except for the credit card reader.

He remembered everyone having to key in prices and discounts by hand when he was growing up in the 1920's and 1930's.

He chats with the cashier and tells her that you don't see that kind of thing anymore.

Steve LOVES going to Hobby Lobby.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom has been to Hobby Lobby, but not with you.

He wants to get some things for his man cave and for your craft room.

He goes, and takes you.

It's the annual yarn clearance sale, and you get enough to make a blanket, a sweater, and some other things, too.

You and Ransom get some things for your upcoming wedding.

The center pieces that you find aren't too tacky, in fact they're perfect glass vases.

You also get a set of coffee mugs.

Ransom also gets a few blank mugs, and decides to try painting them.

He also gets some woodworking supplies.

He loved pushing you in your wheelchair while you went shopping.

You both love this store, and it's great.

Ransom and you are both agnostics, so Ransom felt iffy about going to a store that is Christian based.

Ransom and you find more stuff for your upcoming wedding, your house, and some really nice decor items.

Colin Shea

Colin and you love going to Hobby Lobby.

They have plain onesies that you can paint, embroider, tie dye, etc.

You and Colin get several, because you're hosting your best friends baby shower.

Harper sits in the cart, and gives her input.

Getting Harper to sit in the cart was a struggle, but you put Lamb Lamb in the cart, and now she's snuggling Lamb Lamb.

"Ya", when you show her the pink ones.

"Ya," when you show her some white ones.

Colin gets some stuff for his man cave.

He gets some stuff for your home office/craft room.

You get some yarn, and Harper helps by giving her input again.

When she feels some soft yarn, she wants to also snuggle it.

When it comes time to check out, Colin and you unload the cart.

You then get dinner at the Wendy's because the trip took longer than expected.

Harper loves the frosty, along with her chicken nuggets and fries, and her milk.

You and Colin get bacon cheeseburgers, fries, and lemonade.

You get home, and unload your haul.

Andy Barber

Andy and you go to Hobby Lobby to get a few things for Joy's nursery.

They have pics of flowers, which you get.

You even get some yarn named after flowers in order to knit Joy a blanket and a matching sweater and matching booties.

You also plan on crocheting a blanket with a matching sweater and matching booties, so you buy some more flower themed yarn.

Joy's nursery will be a nice spring garden theme,

Andy also finds things for his workshop, and his home office.

You also get some throw pillows for the living room, and some spring themed items for the living room.

For Joy's baby shower, you stock up on onesies and acrylic paint.

Andy won't let you lift ANYTHING!

"Sweetheart, let me get that. You shouldn't be lifting anything."

You and Andy checkout, and it takes longer because the cashier has to put everything in by hand.

When you guys get home, Andy helps you into the house, and helps you to the couch.

He puts your feet up.

He goes back to the Audi and gets all the bags, since Andy won't let you carry anything.

Joy's baby shower is next week.

Andy orders Chinese for dinner since you're craving it right now.

Andy and you eat, and after you eat, Andy gives you foot rub, and a back rub.

You start to fall asleep, and Andy helps you to bed.

Jake Jensen

Jake and you go to Hobby Lobby to make a scrap book that will be dedicated to the twins.

You also get some yarn to make some booties and matching sweaters for the twins.

You also get yarn to make blankets for the twins.

You also find some stuff for the twins nursery.

Jake finds some really cool video game themed stuff for his home office/game room/man cave.

Jake calls it his dad cave.

You can't help but laugh.

Every day, you fall more in love with this sweet goofball.

You go back to get some stuff for the baby shower with the twins.

You also find some really cool soccer themed stuff for your niece and your nephew.

When you checkout, Jake thinks that it's time consuming that the cashiers have to put in the prices by hand.

The cashier explains that it's the CEO that did this, because the CEO wanted to put "people over computers."

Jake thinks that's BS.

You also find that puzzle mat for your mom.

You also find some stuff for the wedding.

You get Jake a mug that says "MR." and a mug that says "Caution: Will tell dad jokes" and a beer mug that says "Dad Juice."

Jake gets you a mug that says "MRS." and a mug that says "Caution: Will do mom things" and wine glass that says "Mom Juice".

You and Jake get pizza for dinner.

Frank Adler

You and Frank go to Hobby Lobby to look for wedding items.

Your mom, dad, cousins and sister-in-law insist on throwing you a bridal shower, but right now, you and Frank are just taking things one day at a time.

Mary has fun because she found some puzzles.

You find some stuff for the house.

You even find some yarn, and want to knit a lapgan for the retirement home.

You also find some stuff for your nephew, who loves drawing.

You get your nephew some colored pencils, drawing pencils, and a sketchbook.

You also get Frank a woodworking kit.

A few people ask for your autograph, and you oblige.

You're an actress, and moved back to your hometown because LA was too shallow and just not for you.

You and Frank steal kisses in between walking the aisles.

You also get some decor for the house that you and Frank will be moving into after the wedding.

You pay for your purchase.

You and Frank watch a movie with Mary.

This is heaven.

Johnny Storm

Johnny and you go to Hobby Lobby to get scrapbooking stuff.

You both want to create a scrapbook for Jake's first year.

You also want to create a scrapbook for your wedding.

You also want to create a scrapbook of all of your couple moments.

You also get some yarn to make a sweater and booties for Jake.

Johnny gets some stuff to help decorate his mancave.

Along with a "Caution: Will tell dad jokes" mug.

You get some knitting supplies.

You check out, and Jake is sound asleep in the cart.

You place everything in the car, and then you place Jake in the car.

When you get home, Jake unloads the haul, and you put Jake in his crib, after you've changed his diaper.

You and Johnny unload everything in the morning.

You and Johnny eat dinner and fall asleep.

#chris evans #hobby lobby #steve rogers #ransom drysdale #andy barber #frank adler #johnny storm #knitting #woodworking #scrapbooking #fluff #decor #man cave #baby shower #wedding

[imaginedreamwrite]

Request for wear Wednesday - a couple of wear creatures create a safe space for people who lost their mates. It's like a shelter where they can be protected. Sometimes it's mom's with pups who need protection. Reader comes in with her sisters pup after sister and her mate got killed by a insane wear creature. All of the wear creatures have a thing for her.

Maybe the wear creatures could be Nick V, Steve, Bucky, Jefferson and let's throw in Cole too. Idk what creatures they would be though.

Dr. Nick Vaughan — specialist in paediatric & neonatal medicine 8:30 am

The door opens before you can even touch the handle, a familiar face towers above you and the stern gentleness you’ve grown accustomed to over the past two weeks is almost a welcome sight. Jefferson is quick to open the door and let you in, a quick flick of his tail before it vanishes had once been startling but you’ve also grown used to it.

He, like your sister’s late husband and mate, belongs to the fox family. A distinctive breed of were creatures that also afflicts your niece, the tiny little newborn that you’re a guardian of. You thank Jefferson quietly in passing, stepping inside and exhaling slowly as the room started to become more illuminated from the dark outdoors.

“Morning,” he closes the door behind you and offers to take your coat, slipping it off your shoulders as more of the familiar faces you’ve seen start to appear, “Nick is almost ready.”

Steve and Bucky, a pair of werewolves that have remained close knit since childhood, act as the guards to keep far more feral beasts from the shelter. They’re large, both overshadowing Jefferson is height and width. They encroach upon you, slowly as to not scare you or your niece, and greet you with low rumbled.

“Its dark out,” you response after silence, slowly rocking Saoirse’s car seat, “it makes it hard to see.”

“You need someone to pick you up?” Jefferson offers first, resting a hand on your arm. “Y/N we’re all here for you.”

He, as a social worker, first set up contact with the agency dealing with your niece. It was in your late brother-in-laws will that you get custody of your newborn niece. The attack that led to their deaths was shocking and horrific, it rattled you to your core and left you in a state of shock when you happened to learn about it.

Through to the end, your sisters husband and mate protected their baby. He died to save them and entrusted you to raise her, above anyone and everyone else, they trusted you.

“I don’t know how to do this.” You whispered, setting the car seat on the floor, crouching to unbuckle Saoirse from her seat. “I don’t know how to raise a hybrid child, I can barely…”

You stop yourself and gently lift her from the seat, nestling her in your arms. You dressed her in a soft fox onesie, something that reminded you of her dad and mom, something that brought a rise of emotion to the forefront of your being.

“Y/N, sweetheart…” Cole Turner was the next to find you, a stack of requisitions in his hands and a slight exhausted look in his eyes. “Nick is almost ready for you. Do you need anything?”

Cole was the least assuming of the men, he and Nick Vaughan were the less imposing of them all. Nick and Cole were werecats although on the softer side of that spectrum.

Though to you, there was no difference. They were all kind and compassionate, every one of them was empathetic to you and your niece.

“I’m fine, I’m just…” you rocked her gently, a sigh falling from her lips. “She’s warm all the time and I don’t know if its her natural body heat or if its a fever and-”

The clock struck the half hour mark and as expected Dr. Vaughan had stepped out of his office. He greet you like the rest, stopping low to gauge her temperature with his fingers.

“Come into my office, junebug. We’ll get her looked after.” You turned to follow him, Jefferson coming after you with Saoirse’s seat balancing on his arm.

“If you need anything, let us know-!” Cole called after you, a sentiment they all shared.

#werefox #werefox!Jefferson x reader #werewolf!Stucky x reader #werewolf!Steve Rogers x reader #werewolf!Bucky Barnes x reader #werecat!Nick Vaughan x reader #werecat!Cole Turner x reader #were Wednesday #were Wednesdays

[cardierreh15]

The Guy Next Door

And we are BACK— with a new chapter of The Guy Next Door! I hope you guys enjoy. It’ll be quite the interesting one.

**I do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Motivated Violence (Idunno lmao) Fluff ! 💕 Ron being a good baby daddy! 😩🤰🏾

Description: Netty meet’s Ronan’s best friend, Harry for the first time.

Pairings: Henry Cavill (Ronan-POV) x Black!plus size Female (Amunet)

Special Appearances: Thomas Doherty (Harry)

Word Count:

Chapter 8: Birds of a feather …

‘Are you ready?’ His deep, soothing voice brought her out of her blank daydream. It had been 4 weeks since their break up and this was the first time she saw him in person. He would call every day while he was on lunch, and at night before he went to bed. She had made it evident that she didn’t want him near unless she was ready.

Today, she was more than ready.

She blinked her honey brown eyes and looked over at him as his large fist clutched the steering wheel.

It was safe to say she missed him. FaceTime calls never did Justice when she wanted to be able to touch and smell him. It ached her core to force him away, but he had to know she was serious.

‘I am.’ Netty gave him a gentle smile and let out a gentle sigh as he backed out of the driveway.

Ronan looked over at her for a moment and returned the heart warming smile. There was so much he wanted to say to her… so much he wanted to do.

Being in her presence made his entire world gleam, and his soul glow with sheer joy. He didn’t know if it was the pregnancy rubbing off of him that made him so emotional. But he’d already stopped killing because he wanted to be better for her and the baby. He was in love with her.

***

The couple had just walked into Target. Ronan was stuffing his wet umbrella in a umbrella bag when she skirted off towards the bright red buggies. His eyebrows tugged into one.

A gleam of a smile spread across Netty’s face.

‘Netty? I thought we were getting only a few things. Why not use a little basket?’ He said with a gentle smirk curling on his lips, gently shoving her hands off of the handle.

‘Well,’ she looked up at him, ‘I lied.’

‘Hmph.’ He scoffed.

‘Now, let’s go look at the baby section!’ She squeaked, wrapping her small hands around his firm bicep and gave him a gentle tug.

Ronan let out a soft chuckle, ‘oh man. What did I get myself into?’ He mumbled to himself as he began to follow her towards the baby section of the store.

Netty gasped at the sight of the tiny 3-piece set and damn near snatched the whole rack down. ‘Ronnie! Wook at it!’ She looked up from the adorable and tiny outfit.

Ronan chuckled, ‘Aw! That is so cute!’ He carefully took the clothes into his large hands. He felt like a giant! As if he tugged this thing a certain way, he’d rip it apart. It was in that moment that it really set in for him.

‘Wow… it’s… it’s so… tiny.’

His thumb and index finger gently caressed the cotton, his head falling to the side in admiration.

Then he looked up at her.

A sweet smile curled on his lips.

‘I’m really gonna be a dad!’ He scoffed as he looked back down at the onesies.

She walked around the cart and linked her arm in with his before she looked up at him. ‘You are.’

Ronan looked down at Netty with a small smirk before speaking, ‘Hey Netty, I—‘

‘Ron?’

Amunet looked back to see a tall male standing behind them with a box of diapers beneath one arm and a small basket packed with baby pacifiers and bottles.

Ronan recognized that voice anywhere! He swiftly turned around to see Harry standing before the both of them. ‘Hey! What are you doing out here?’ He asked in a slightly confused manner.

Harry stayed on the opposite side of town. And he hated to ride around in his pretty little Audi in Florida traffic. He kept it as local as possible.

‘Oh! Nothing just doin’ a lil’ shoppin’. I heard you guys were having a baby and I decided to come get somethings.’

Ronan’s face turned up in confusion. Eyebrows knitting into one, lips curling in a confused grimace. Something wasn’t right.

He never told Harry that Amunet was pregnant.

‘Oh! That’s so nice of you! Thank you!’ Netty grinned happily.

‘Of course! Anytime! Oh, I’m … Harry—‘ he placed the box on the floor, ‘by the way.’ He reached out for an handshake.

Ronan’s deep blue orbs, glanced down at his hand before they flickered back to his face.

‘I’m Amunet. You can call me Netty though.’ She said with a smile, placing her hand in his and gave him a firm shake.

‘Netty. It’s such a pleasure. Ronan’s told me all about you. His tales aren’t sufficient— you are stunning!’ He complimented.

Ronan never took his eyes off of him. He was impatient and suspicious.

‘Awww, that’s—‘

‘Harry? A word please?’ The glare he held on Harry’s face was … unusual.

Harry and Amunet looked from one another towards Ronan.

‘Ron?’ Netty said in a bit of concern, ‘Are you OK?’

He looked down at Netty and gave her a smile in reassurance, ‘I’m fine. Hey, take some time to look at something’s for the baby. I just remembered I had to talk to Harry about something.’

‘Are you sure?’ She asked in worry.

‘I’m sure.’

Harry’s eyebrows tugged into one in his own confusion. ‘Whatever you have to say, I’m sure you can say it in front of Netty.’ He raised a brow, the confused look instantly being replaced with a sinister glare.

‘No…’ Ronan bit back, ‘It is work related.’

Harry chewed the inside of his cheek before glancing at Netty, ‘Duty calls I suppose.’ He chuckled before shrugging and scooping up the box of diapers. ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, Netty. I’ll see you soon.’ Then he gave her a friendly smile.

‘As it was you, Harry! Take care!’ She said somewhat confused but masked it with a clueless chuckle.

Ronan walked past him in a hurry and Harry rolled his eyes following him. Once he’d noticed Ron was walking out the door, he placed the basket and the box of diapers down before taking a mental note of where he left it.

Ronan paced back and forward in front of his car with his hands on his hips.

‘OK Mr. Moody pants. What’d I do now?’ Harry’s voice had a bit of humor in it.

‘How’d you know Netty was pregnant? What are you doing on this side of town?’

Harry made a face, raising a brow in confusion. ‘You don’t recall? You told me this a few days ago!’

The puzzled male shook his head as he turned around to look at his friend. ‘I didn’t. I’m careful with these kinds of things. Netty is still in the first trimester so why do you feel like I would’ve told you and not even my own parents?’

Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes, ‘Look, you are seriously buggin’ from the lack of sleep you’re getting.’

Ronan grit his teeth together so hard, he could’vshattered them, ‘Answer the question! How did you find out?!’

Harry looked at his friend before an unexpected, sudden laugh fell from his lips, ‘Haven’t you learned? I find out— everything.’ He looked away before sighing, ‘Besides, you’re not spending time with me anymore and it’s becoming a bit lonely, Ronniieeee.’

He pressed his lips together, swallowing his spit as he glanced at the random people that walked on by; giving them a fake friendly smile. Ronan then leaned in, ‘I told you I’m done with that shit. Look, I’m trying with Amunet. I’m in love with her!’

‘In love?!’ Harry questioned raising his brow before another sinister laugh left his chest. It caused Ronan to jump slightly.

‘In love?! You only met her 9 months ago! She’s a fucking distraction and she’s getting in the way of our playtime!’ Harry argued, poking Ron in his firm chest.

‘Harry, you’ve completely lost it and you need to seek immediate help.’

‘Oh well if it isn’t the pot calling the kettle black! Since when did you become fucking Dr. Phil?!Look, Netty is real pretty… real fine. I just would hate for something to happen to her.’ He said nonchalantly with a shrug.

Ronan picked his head up to look at Harry. Oh he was angry. He snatched him up by his shirt and shoved him against his car. ‘Is that a threat?!’ He gritted his teeth once more.

‘Oh no my dear friend… that—‘ Harry shoved Ronan off of him, ‘Is in fact a promise.’

Ronan’s eyebrows tugged into one. He was livid but he just took a deep breath, ‘Fine…. What is it that you want.’ He said in a hiss.

‘I want you to meet me at my place tonight. I have a arts and crafts idea of y’all’s “Head” of Neighborhood Watch. Be there at 9. Don’t be late. Or I’ll just simply tell Netty that you’ve gone killing again.’

‘You take her as a fool. She won’t believe you.’

‘Well she doesn’t trust you… she’d believe a stranger first before your lying ass.’

Harry had a point there. And that just made his chest hurt.

‘Again. You best be on time lover boy!’ He called out as he began to back away.

***

Ronan walked back inside of the Target with his mind racing. It was like he was damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. But he wanted her and their unborn baby to be safe.

He found her snuggling up against a tiny pink onesie with red hearts scattered all around it. ‘Hey! You’re back!’

‘I am,’ he gave her a smile before looking in the cart. She had almost everything in that damn thing. ‘I see you’ve went to work while I was gone. And quick too!’ He chuckled.

‘Yeeeeah. I couldn’t help it!’ She giggled as she placed the small little piece of cloth in the buggie.

‘Well, that’s alright,’ he said placing a kiss on her head, ‘I told you to grab anything you wanted for our baby. Honestly, this is nothing compared to what I thought you would’ve done.’ He snickered. His mood was instantly shifted once again. She had such an positive effect on him. And he loved it.

Amunet sighed, looking up at the ceiling with dreamy eyes, ‘Our baby… our little baby.. such a nice ring to it right?!’

‘Yeah.. our baby.’ He repeated happily.

***

They’d been back at her place for some time now and they were spending sometime looking, and feeling the baby clothes. ‘I just can’t wait til they get here…’ he smiled rubbing her slightly rounded belly, ‘can’t wait to hold my baby girl!’ The thought of him having a little princess made Netty’s heart ache. She didn’t care what they had, just as long as they were healthy.

The room grew quiet for a moment as his mind slipped back to the conversation he and Harry had earlier. ‘Netty?’ He paused for a second, allowing her time to answer him.

‘Hmm?’

‘Do you trust me?’

Amunet looked over at him with a gentle smile, her head falling to the side slightly, ‘Well, you can be sneaky… but the amount of support that you’ve been giving me over the past month and a half… it’s safe to say that you have earned my trust back.’

Ronan sat up with a delighted smile returning to his face, ‘Seriously? You really do?!’

Amunet giggled out loud, ‘Of course,’ she reached across and placed her hand on his thigh, ‘You earned it.’

The smile he wore only grew larger and he just took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. ‘You have no idea how good that feels.’ He cackled.

She smiled softly, her head falling to the side as she watched him just combust with emotion and happiness. This was probably the happiest she ever seen him.

‘Hey?’ He said as he brought her feet up and started to subconsciously massage one of them.

‘What’s up?’

‘Could I possibly… stay over tonight? Like I think it’s—‘

‘Ron.’ Netty said, her face unimpressed.

He stopped in his tracks like a damn deer in head lights.

‘Of course you can stay!’ She giggled, giving him a playful smack on his arm. ‘You don’t have to ask!’

He sighed in relief, ‘Well I wasn’t sure if you still wanted your space.’

Netty felt touched by the comment and placed her hands on top of her chest, ‘Aw. That’s really thoughtful! Well, … to be honest—‘ she looked off to the side, sinking her pretty teeth into her bottom lip.

‘What’s on your mind?’ Ronan asked.

It grew quiet for a moment before she waved her hand and shook her head, ‘Nooo, no. It’s silly. Forget I even mentioned it—‘

‘Oh you’re not shutting me out. Tell me.’ He said softly, his eyes were gentle and welcoming.

She stared over at him for a moment before swallowing her spit. ‘Well, I—‘ she sighed softly, ‘It’s been hard… this whole break up. We went from spending time together every day to… me not wanting to see you… and with good reason.’ He muttered the last part before breaking into an awkward laugh. ‘I just… want us back… I miss you.’

The air grew thick with emotions. He felt guilty about the conversation he and Harry had earlier that day. But he also felt content and happy, knowing he had a second chance to redeem himself.

‘C’mere.’ He said leaning over and placed a tender kiss on her lips. Suddenly, he remembered what he’d been missing. Her soft, plump lips that taste of honey.

He then broke the kiss and rest his forehead against hers. ‘I miss you too.’

#henry cavill #august walker #henry cavill x plus size reader #henry cavill x black!oc #henry cavill x black!plus size female oc #Henry Cavill x black!female #ghost face #scream #thomas doherty #threes a party?? #😉😉 #male pov

[amjustagirl]

chapter 15: hearts on fire, burning bright

chapters: 15 / 15

pairing: miya osamu x f! reader

genre: romance / angst / fluff

word count: 2.5k

summary: miya osamu does not dare set fire to his heart. it burns anyway.

Osamu puts that melancholy conversation behind him, buoyed by the snowballing excitement of the kid being cooked up in your belly. The two of you are gifted with an avalanche of pre-loved baby related items - the wooden cot that housed both Shin-chan and Sho-chan in their infancy, a changing table built by Kita for his three daughters, onesies hand-knitted by Ichika. His crew informs him that he, under no circumstances, is allowed back into any of his restaurants for at least a month after you give birth - unless of course, he’s bringing the baby for a visit to give you a chance to recover. 

Of course, you’re at the restaurant when it’s time. A swarm of obaa-sans cheer you on as you’re bundled into the Onigiri Miya van, Osamu fumbling with your seatbelt, sweating through his shirt during the time it takes to get you from the restaurant to the hospital. Nurses help you into a bed, and it’s an agonising wait throughout the night, his hand growing bruised and sore from your grip, though he doesn’t utter a single complaint. 

You’re rushed into the operating theatre when the doctors realise the baby’s still stubbornly in a breach position, “enjoying its ten month hotel stay” you joke, forehead lined with exhaustion, head falling back in relief when a no nonsense anesthesiologist orders you to relax and breathe, and thankfully, everything goes smoothly. 

“Sachihiro”, you murmur when the nurse places the squalling baby in your arms. 

You discussed the baby’s name with him for months, spitballing back and forth until finally settling on Sachihiro - not a particularly common name especially for a boy, but you were drawn to it when you learnt that the name means “great happiness”. His grandmother complains when she hears of it, arguing it’s too unmanly. Not that he gives her any chance to lodge her complaints directly with you, since he banned her from the hospital after what she did to Kaiyo the last time. 

After all, happiness must be protected at all costs. 

And you do seem happy, taking to motherhood with ease. Of course there are difficult days when Sachihiro seems intent on screaming his little lungs out of his chest, sobbing and heaving while both of you run around like headless chickens trying to figure out what’s bothering him. A soiled diaper? Hunger? A bump of the head? An insect bite? A desire to be carried and soothed? 

But by and large, Sachihiro is a remarkably good natured baby, babbling in his own attempt to join in conversations. A toothless grin is enough to make him feel as if he’s been stabbed in the chest with pure sunshine. And he’s got a healthy appetite to boot, drinking enough milk until his cheeks grow round and chubby, and Osamu’s caught you quite a number of times gently poking at the baby’s belly, chuckling to yourself in wonder and glee. 

“He’s going to be a heartbreaker too”, Kaiyo coos, bouncing the baby on her lap when she comes to visit with Atsumu. “So handsome, like his ‘to-san.”

His idiot twin preens, but redeems himself by bringing a handsome cot mobile full of carved wooden onigiris and more importantly, taking on diaper duty so you can actually go take a nap. 

“It’s gonna be so fun teachin’ another one of our kids to play volleyball again”, Atsumu says. 

“It doesn’t have to be volleyball. He can do whatever he wants.” 

Atsumu laughs. “It’s in our blood, at this point. Gonna be fun seein’ if he takes to settin’ or spikin’ better. My bet’s on the former - one of our kids has gotta be a setter at this point.” 

“As long as he’s happy.” you interject firmly, frowning. 

“Of course”, Kaiyo says, shooting daggers at Atsumu and wisely, he shuts up. 

It’s a big day when Sachihiro has his first outing to Onigiri Miya.

Suzuki-san takes him first, cuddling him close, her usually tacticum expression completely replaced by tender amusement. Ishida and Morita pronounce the baby a fine specimen, Murata enthralled when Sachihiro grabs his thumb in his tiny fist, and Miyamura shyly asks for a turn to carry the baby, laughing aloud when Sachihiro accidentally punches his nose. 

“Well, you should bring him around here more often. Gotta get him used to it, this place will be his one day.” 

The rest of the crew murmur in agreement. In the wave of regular customers rush over to wish your little family well, he almost misses you murmuring - “if he wants it”, almost to yourself. 

Again, he doesn’t think too much of it in the excitement of the day, not when all three of you drop into bed immediately after dinner, worn out from the first excursion out together. But when he wakes up in the middle of the night when the baby squalls, getting up to search for you when you’re not by his side, he’s reminded of it when he finds you in the living room, pacing back and forth, rocking Sachihiro in your arms. 

“The restaurant is ours”, you say. “It used to be my father’s before me, and his father’s before him. Your ‘to-san runs it now, and it’ll be yours someday when we’re both gone, your ‘to-san and I.”

You stand by the window, looking up at the moon. Ghosts are a-visiting, but you pay them no mind. 

“I don’t want you to feel like you have anything to live up to. I mean, you’re just a baby, but you’ll grow up, big and strong someday. You have your whole life ahead of you. I don’t want you feeling like you have to do anything to make me proud of you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything to make me happy.”   

Sachihiro gurgles, as if in agreement. 

“You wanna hear a secret, Hiro? All I want is for you to be happy. You could be a chef, a volleyball player, you could be an accountant like your auntie Kaiyo, you could run a farm like your uncle Shinsuke, you could do anything you like as long as it makes you happy- and you’re not hurtin’ anybody, let’s not forget about that - and I’d be happy. I think your ‘to-san’d agree with me too.”

He takes it as his cue to step in. “Your oto-san would agree, absolutely. No questions asked.” 

“Even if ‘Hiro-chan doesn’t want to cook?” 

“Well, everyone should be able to feed themselves, so ‘yknow - as long as he has that basic life skill, he can do what he wants.” 

“Even if he doesn’t want to play volleyball?” 

Osamu snorts. “Do I look like ‘Tsumu to you?” 

You roll your eyes, refraining from pointing out that he and ‘Tsumu are, in fact, identical twins. 

“I just want him to be happy.” 

He gathers both of you in the circle of his arms. “We’ll do our best to give him as much happiness as we possibly can.” 

The smile you give him outshines the rising sun. “Let’s try our best, ‘Samu.” 

Miya Sachihiro grows up well-loved. Very, very well-loved. 

“Spoilt”, his great grandmother pronounces him, not that anyone pays her any mind. 

There’s always an auntie or uncle on hand to play with him, whether at his ‘to-san’s restaurants, older cousins who indulge him with sweets and kisses as the baby of the brood. Auntie Kaiyo is always funny, bickering with his Uncle ‘Tsumu, who brings him along for loads of volleyball games where he gets really cool toys, and Uncle Shinsuke lives on a really cool farm far, far away with Auntie Ichika where there’s always mochi on hand and ducklings to follow around. 

His to-san is always jolly, always ready for a cuddle when he’s feeling not-so-good today. Even when he’s done something not-quite-good himself (like playing with matches, or trying to touch the stove), he gets a stern telling to and a stint at the naughty corner, but then he’s always tucked into bed with a kiss and a gentle reminder not to do it again - which he tries, he tries, but it’s easy to forget. His ka-san gives the best kisses, except when she’s holding a knife and then he has to remember to keep away, cos knives are sharp and they hurt, and I don’t want you hurt okay, Hiro - and she’s always patiently listening to his stories about how Dai-kun scraped his knee in the playground today, or how sensei taught something interesting in class, even when she’s busy in the kitchen, preparing food for her guests. 

He’s happy when he wakes up each day, because he gets to go to school and play with his friends if it’s a weekday, and head to his ‘to-san’s restaurants if it’s a weekend. He’s happy at meal times because it means food for his belly, so it’ll stop grumbling - better yet if there’s mochi and onigiri, which ‘to-san packs in his bentos at least thrice a week. He’s happy at break times, cos that means he gets to run around the playground playing tag with his classmates, happy when it’s the evening and either ‘to-san or ‘ka-san will bring him down to another playground so he can bounce balls or climb the jungle gym, happy when it’s after dinner and he gets to watch his favourite animes for half an hour. 

But he’s happiest every once a moon when both his ‘to-san and ‘ka-san are home to read a bedtime story and tuck him into bed.  

“One more!” he pleads, trying to drag out the inevitable. 

Usually his ‘ka-san will accede to just one more story, but after that it’s lights out, time for bed. Both his ‘to-san and ‘ka-san will kiss him without prompting, provide hugs as inoculation until he pronounces himself immune to the monsters under the bed. 

“G’night ‘to-san, g’night ‘ka-san”, he murmurs, half-asleep. “I love you.” 

Then he closes his eyes. He knows tomorrow will be another happy day.  

-the end-

a/n: i hope i did miya osamu justice. thank you for reading 'til the end. as always, much love from me <3

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