#kennyxreader

[desolateddreamur]

Pick it Up

Kenny McCormick x Photographer!Reader

(I have no idea how to do this over Tumblr, this is my first time. Enjoy the oneshot!)

Story: Y/n is a close friend to Kenny and wanted to help him with his issue of immortality. They called to meet with him in their room to finally take action

Gender Neutral reader!

Requested? No!

TW: Subject of death, stalker-ish behavior (?)

Note: you're both middle schoolers. Not high schoolers.

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"What's the matter, Kenneth? Deaths flashing before your eyes?"

The boy stared at the wall, littered in photos of all deaths that occurred to him.

From the satellite to the rats to the cows....

Turkeys and Go-Karts, trains and fire.

Each and every one was photographed and pinned to the surface.

Kenny was horrified. He lowers his gaze to what was below.

A table, a chair on either side and sitting atop a notebook was a simple, baby blue, Polaroid camera.

"Go on..." You press, "Pick it up. Pick. It. Up"

You pop the end of every word you spoke, drilling your gaze into the back of his hood.

He obliged with hesitation and fear, sliding the notebook out from under the camera.

With it in hand, Kenny took a seat in the left chair and began to read what was there to himself. As he read, You mirror his action, crossing your legs and folding your arms in your lap. There was a lingering feeling of dread and anticipation.

Dear notebook,

I want to make sure I don't forget again. I have a plan! Everyone, even me forgets when Kenny dies, with him always coming back by morning.. But I made a discovery! Evidence is never removed! Only his body and the parka!

Blood stains, lurking rats, torn cloth, all there... That means photos too. So I've taken the liberty to make myself remember. To take a picture of every death, write the cause on it, and log it. I don't know if it'll work but if it does, then you know what no one else does.

He didn't run late and miss the bus that morning, it ran him over!

He didn't lose grip on the magnet, it pulled him in with it into the fan!

He wasn't knocked out by those football players, they tore him apart!

REMEMBER, FOR HIS SAKE, Y/N!!! REMEMBER!!!

You grab the camera when it jumped off the table from the notebook being slammed shut, clutching it as if it were a priceless artifact. And to you, it was. It made so many photos of you and the boys throughout the many years you knew one another.

He looked up from the page and you stare down the blonde boy before you. "That's the only way I can answer it, McCormick. Does that help clear it up?"

He got quiet, rereading what was scribbled down. He nodded.

"Why do you try so hard to remember?" Kenny asked finally.

"Because I know you need the comfort... I know that it hurts having to pretend it never happens. I've known you since the fourth grade, Ken, and I care about you more than you'll ever believe me to."

Silence swirled loosely around the room as the two of you sat there beside the photo-covered wall. Kenny was in disbelief and conflict. On one hand, he finally found someone to go to, but on the other hand, one of his close friends has a wall covered in pictures of his dead bodies.

Your jaw locks tensely, hoping he'd come to understand how determined- no. Obsessed you were with his mental health. You were with everyone's and you had to do so with Kenny, too. A little pact to yourself.

Help one, help all, not yourself.

It was degrading to your own health, sure, but it was all going to be for the better, you reminded yourself. A s/c moved to your mouth as you covered it to suppress a yawn that was to break the silence.

How long has it been since your last power nap? You haven't had a good sleep in several years....

What you didn't know is Kenny knew that too.

"Tired, N/n? You need some real sleep." He remarks, hands pressing to the table as he stood. All you gave to him was a cheeky smile for him to know your answer.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow, then, Kenny..."

Kenny raised an eyebrow with a smirk, "Y/n, it's a Friday night."

You face flushed in embarrassment and you gave a soft giggle. His stomach churned at hearing it and he held his hand out. Camera sat back on the table you take his hand, not expecting to be pulled so hard you would crash into his chest.

Your eyes met, him looking down and you looking up. It was just the two of you. Friday night, 10:32pm, in your bedroom, no parents home.

He leaned down and affectionately gave an Eskimo kiss, the closest to a real one he could give with the guard of the parka over his mouth. The blush climbed your face further, creeping up like puffy vines. Your eyes widening in realization of his gesture, you feel yourself go into a kind of shock.

As he pulls back, he swept you off your feet and lightly threw you onto your bed, causing you to quietly shriek. It descended into a fit of muffled laughter into your fluffy, f/c pillow. The mattress sunk down beside you. When your head raised you noticed the other seventh grader had slid under your blankets, hood down but still in his parka.

His idea clicks to you and you get under the blankets as well. Now under them, you press your body to his and close your eyes. One of his arms drapes over your waist and he rests his chin on your scalp.

Words were never needed to know he loves you and that you loved him.

That alone, eased you into the best sleep you've had in your entire life.

[l-pandamatic-l]

Wondering if theres a masterlist but otherwise what about a angst (Mid teenage years) Kenny McCormick x Fem!reader were they’ve been bsf 4 evas since 2 and the reader has a crush on him but he doesnt seem to notice bc hes to busy with other girls but he notices when its to late? (She pushed him away or something) Also always more room for more inputs by you and if you can pt.2?

Kenny x Childhoodfriend!reader (kept Gn)

Undiscovered romance

You and Kenny were practically raised as best friends. From matching diapers and onesies, to matching middle school phases and cringey music tastes, to disgusting jokes, and eventually even the same friends. So you never thought one girl could come between it all.

This girl, Brook. She was a supermodel of a girl and only a junior in Highschool. If there was a boy in that school that wasn’t attracted to her, they were gay. At least, that’s what Kenny rambled on to you about for the entirety of lunch every day for the past week. It was like this girl was a drug. Kenny got one smile or one compliment or one laugh from Brook, and you were as good as him on his shoe. Finally, you got fed up with it. Every single time her name came up your stomach got twisted in knots and your eyes twitched. Brook was really a sweet girl, but for whatever reason it just made you hate her more. See, sometime around middle school, you got picked on. A lot. These kids would make fun of you and the way you looked or even talked. But Kenny, he stood up for you. The only one that did. His reasoning was so selfless and just seeing a different side of him that one time, you never looked back. Kenny was an Angel to you. From the way he treated Karen to the way he just always seemed to look out for the little guy. You were infatuated. But Kenny never so much as glanced at you that way, and now, he never would. So you did what protected you best. You pushed him away. It hurt, sure, but Kenny talked to Brook enough that he didn’t seem to mind that you never sat at his table at lunch anymore. Instead, Brook was in your seat. At lunch, in every class you had together, and even waiting for the bus.

with all these mixed feelings over Kenny, home hadn’t been much better. Your dad was sleeping in the couch these past few weeks and your mom lived in her room, door shut. So it wasn’t really much of a surprise when they sat you down to tell you that they were splitting up and you were moving schools. Maybe even states. You trudged up the stairs once again to your lonely room and opened your phone. Scrolling through Instagram, you see pictures on pictures of Kenny and Brook, hanging out with your friends, in your seat in his dirty old truck, and at your favorite movie. You screamed and threw your phone, the loud thump against the wall barely even satisfying the pained hole in your chest where you knew Kenny didn’t care. After years, you were replaced by a pretty smile and nice tits. That’s all it took. That’s all you were worth. You fell to the floor and cried until it felt like the tears ran dry and you were gonna be sick. You just felt pathetic. When your mom came back from work, she was followed by the moving van. She told you to pack the boxes next to the door and let the moving van pack it all up. You Watched as your life, all packed into cardboard boxes, was put away as if it were in neat little pieces, thought it all felt so much like the opposite. Shaken from your thoughts, your mother's keys hit against each other with a jangling sound as she told you she was just warming up the car and wanted you to do a double take over the rooms to make sure you got everything, you simply mumbled something akin to an 'alright' and watched with spaced vision as the engine turned. The moving van started pulling away and you saw a familiar, handsome face with blonde hair and a thin, scratched face. Kenny, his mouth agape and face stricken with an almost pained look.

"What..." It seemed like all he could muster up at the moment as he stared in awe and disbelief at the scene in front of him.

"Oh, so you remember me now, McCormick?"

"Dude what are you talking about? You've been ignoring me for weeks! You haven't said a word to me or texted at all. And now you're just moving away!? What the actual hell is wrong with you!?"

"ME!? What's wrong with me? Ohhh ha ha ha what a fucking douche! After miss big tits came around I'm not even a friend, much less your best friend! Boom! All it took was a hot girl and suddenly you don't give a shit about me, even though I care more about you than anyone else!"

Kenny stares, bewildered and silent as your mother honked the horn, leaving you to grab your bag that you had left on the porch and walk out to the car, Kenny following you.

"Look, Kenny, you're obviously just fine without me around okay? So just shut the hell up and go away. I have to go, the drive to the new place is like two hours and we kinda have to get ahead of the truck so they don't get there before us."

Kenny stutters, doing his best to find the words, but simply does nothing as he watches you go, wondering if your words meant what he thought. And he was left almost as heartbroken as you as you both went your separate ways.

[dc41896]

Small World

Prompt: During a night out, Kenny meets an incredible girl. But what happens when the girl of his dreams is also his new teammate?

Hey guys👋🏾!! Hope everything is going well during quarantine and everyone is safe and trying to stay positive💕! This was requested by @lclb13 and I’m so sorry that it’s taken all this time I honestly didn’t mean for that to happen and hope you like what I came up with!

Pairing: Kenny CrosbyxReader

⚠️: Mentions of drinking, fluff💕!

There was nothing more that Kenny wanted to do after a tiresome day at work literally chasing down a narcissistic, psychotic kidnapper than to have a couple beers and relax. He could practically smell the mixture of alcohol and wings already as he walked the remaining few feet to the bar he frequented on work days like this. However, his mood would soon fall seeing the note on the front door and all the lights off in the usually bustling establishment.

“Due to state mandated rules following the COVID-19 pandemic, we will be closed until further notice. Sorry for the inconvenience and stay safe.”

“Shoot, I thought it didn’t start until tomorrow,” a voice speaks from behind him. Turning around, he couldn’t help but notice the stressed, yet beautiful, eyes in front of him as you crossed your arms letting out an annoyed breath before turning to walk away.

“Tough day at work?”

“Not exactly. I start my new job tomorrow and I just wanted to have a couple drinks to try to calm my nerves.”

“Crazy how as we get older those don’t get any better,” he lightly chuckles making you smile.

“Now that you mention it, you have a point,” you giggle. “Well looks like I’ll just head home then since more than likely every bar in town is closed. It was nice talking to you um..?”

“Kenny.”

“Kenny. I’m Y/N, have a good night,” you smile giving a small wave before turning around and walking away.

Although only having that short conversation with you, he hated that you had to leave. Besides how breathtaking you looked, it was something about you that drew him in and didn’t seem to be loosening it’s hold anytime soon. Plus with everything closing, who knows when he’d get the chance to see you again.

“Hey, what if I told you I may be able to get you that drink after all!?,” he calls after you, lightly jogging to the spot you were currently standing.

“That depends. If this is your way of trying to get me back to your place I’ll admit you’re cute but-,”

“I promise you it’s not like that, but thank you for calling me cute though,” he winks with a chuckle. “An old army buddy of mine owns a arcade and game room a couple blocks up and if you’re still up for it we could go there.”

“Won’t he be closed too?”

“To the public yea, but not to those with special VIP access. So what do you say?”

“Okay, I’m in,” you smile following behind the taller and bulkier man as he begins to stroll down the empty sidewalk. “And sorry for thinking you were trying to get me back to your place. I probably look full of myself now.”

“Nah don’t apologize, you’re looking out for yourself. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

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“Read the sign, we’re closed,” an annoyed voice answers from the other side of the call box.

“Even for an old friend?,” Kenny asks with a smirk.

“Especially for said old friend,” the voice replies chuckling.

A loud buzz sounds as the front door unlocks allowing both of you to enter the building. Climbing the flight of wooden stairs, you’re finally met with a room that seemed to go on forever from how many activities one could do.

Towards the back were 10 pool tables with five on each side of the room while pinball and other arcade games lined the side wall. At the top of both corners of the bar hung flat screen TVs displaying the evening news and ESPN individually.

“So what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?,” the friend asks with a smile hugging Kenny.

“Work stress. Leo this is Y/N, Y/N this is my friend Leo I told you about.”

“If he said anything bad, I promise it’s not true,” Leo laughs shaking your hand.

“Don’t worry it was all good, and Kenny was right when he said this place was amazing!”

“Well thank you! Usually there’d be more people here, but with COVID that’s pretty much shut everything down.”

“And while that sucks, that also means everything here is open for us and bottomless drinks,” Kenny winks pulling two beers from the ice chest behind the bar.

“Bottomless sure, but that doesn’t mean free,” Leo retorts as Kenny laughs.

“Don’t worry we know. Put everything on my tab.”

“No, I can’t let you pay for my drinks” you reply taking the cold, dripping bottle from his hands.

“You don’t have to let me, it’s already done,” he smiles before taking a swig. “Plus take it as a good luck gift for your first day.”

“I would try to fight you on this, but I have a feeling it’s not gonna get me anywhere.”

“And you would be right,” he chuckles leaning against the shinning bar. “I’m that easy to read huh?”

“Don’t take it to heart, it’s just part of my job.”

“Let me guess...psychologist?”

“Not exactly, psych is part of my background but I work with law enforcement.”

“Oh what branch? I work with FBI.”

“Same! I just transferred here from LA,” you excitedly beam.

“Well a heads up, the guys in the main office here are really good people. Me and my team have worked with them before and I know you’ll fit right in with no problem.”

“I hope so.” Sighing, you take a drink from your bottle trying to ease your nerves but they only seem to grow the more you think about the new environment you’d be in tomorrow. Sensing that your mind and nerves were getting the best of you, Kenny’s fingertips brush against your skin as he lightly grabs your arm.

“Hey we’re here to forget about work right? How about some pool?”

“Sure, but I’m gonna be honest I suck,” you answer as he leads you to the closest table. Setting his beer next to one of the pockets, he hands you a stick from the wall before removing the triangle holding the balls in place.

“Oh I’m sure you’re not that bad.”

Lining up your shot, you bend over the table with top of the stick in one hand and the base in the other. Shooting it forward, you connect the stick with the cue ball expecting it to crash into the others, but sadly it wildly spins and hits the side of the table nearly landing in the middle pocket.

“Well, uh it’s a good start,” he grins as you flip him off.

“I told you I suck.”

“You just need practice. Here let me help.”

“Oh help me as in stand incredibly close to my butt all the while having your arms around me?,” you smirk making Leo laugh from his spot behind the bar.

“C’mon that’s the oldest trick in the book! Rake that big head for something new,” Leo adds sipping on his beer as Kenny chuckles crossing his arms in front of his broad chest.

“Actually I was just gonna demonstrate how it’s done, so if you’ll excuse me miss know it all.”

Stepping aside with your hands up in surrender, he takes your previous position bending forward with the stick in his hands. In a swift motion, he hits the cue ball making it glide across the table until it makes contact with the others causing them to scatter and a couple to sink in the corner pockets.

Although it was a simple movement, you couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t make you feel things. Watching as he bent over, you had a better view of his back muscles and how his tight shirt clung onto their every curve. His biceps grew bigger as he flexed to perform his shot making you wish he had chosen to guide you instead.

“So you just need to have a better grip on the stick and give it more force, then you should be good,” he explains snapping you out of your trance. “Ready to try again?”

“I guess,” you nervously smile moving to where the cue rested. Readying yourself for your shot, you feel his eyes on you making you even more nervous to try to get it right. Aiming for the striped ball, you keep his words in mind as you strike the ball and it hits your target better this time, but misses the pocket from being hit a little too hard.

“See? Better already!,” he smiles playfully nudging your arm.

“Yea but I still need to work on how hard or soft to hit it.”

“That’ll come with time don’t worry.”

“And thank you for being such a good teacher.”

“Anytime.” Meeting your eyes with his blue ones, you both feel as if you’ve been there for longer than a few seconds, but in the most comfortable way. Moving towards you, he sets his mouth to say something, but is cut off by his phone buzzing.

“Duty calls?”

“Yea something like that,” he answers quickly typing his response before putting his phone away. “What do you say we do this again next weekend?”

“What? So I can practice my shots?”

“If you want, or we could do other stuff. It’s up to you.” Noticing your raised eyebrow, he realizes what he said before pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed.

“I didn’t mean that stuff,” he chuckles. “You know, I’m not sure if you giving me a hard time is because you like messing with me or hate me completely.” Softly giggling, you reach to grab his phone handing it to him so he could unlock the screen before adding your name and number.

“Does that answer your question?,” you smirk taking a final drink from your bottle.

———

Sitting in his usual spot, his eyes scan the computer screens in front of him, as he tries to decipher the hit patterns of their new suspect to predict where he’ll be next. Every so often, he’d look at his phone to see if you replied to his recent message, but still there was nothing.

“That’s like the 10th time you’ve glanced at your phone in the span of five minutes. Is someone expecting a text from a girl?,” Hana asks amused.

“Stop watching me like a creep,” Kenny smiles throwing a balled up piece of paper at her.

“Okay guys quick announcement. This is Y/F/N Y/L/N from the LA FBI branch and she’s gonna be our newest member for these next few cases,” LaCroix explains. “Just to give you a quick introduction to everyone, that’s Sheryll, Clinton, Hana, and Kenny.”

“From the look on your face, I’d say you guys have already been introduced,” Hana whispers as Kenny seems to become more red by the minute.

“Y/N I’m gonna have you here with Kenny while Clinton and I go check where our guy was last seen in town. Sheryll and Hana I want you both to check in with our victim to see if she’s been able to remember anything else.”

Everyone scattering to where they need to go, you sit next to Kenny nervously fiddling with your fingers.

“So...first day ok?,” he asks after clearing his throat.

“Mhmm,” you nod. Awkward silence falling over the both of you, the only thing that could be heard was the ticking of the clock on the wall and Kenny occasionally clicking the mouse.

“Hey, this doesn’t have to be awkward. It’s not like we did anything you know? Basically last night was two adults playing pool.”

“Right, and enjoying each other’s company, which coworkers can do,” you add as he nods in agreeement.

“Exactly! You could even say I just welcomed you to town,” he smiles.

“And in a very fun way!”

Another silence falling over you two as your small laughs died down, you both knew that your feelings were already too strong to try to ignore or get over. Plus deep down neither of you really wanted to let it go.

“So what now?,” you ask just above a whisper causing him to lean back in his chair rubbing a hand through his short hair.

“I don’t know, but I’m guessing it starts with us not meeting next weekend,” he sighs looking down as he taps his fingers against the table.

“....well not necessarily. You have to give me my next pool lesson remember?” Lifting his head, your small but bright smile make him feel as if he’s floating as he softly chuckles to himself.

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[halfnakedmenfightingforabelt]

KennyXReader fluff where the reader and Kenny are in a prank war on the road? (Bonus: fans don’t know they’re together until they explain in BTE why reader had to go to the ring in a Kenny shirt because an ink prank ruined her gear top.)

On it! Might take me a while to post, but I’ll be as quick as possible.

[o-m-g-t-k-k-y-b]

Hi! I love your stories! I was wondering if you could write a kennyxreader story where the reader is very innocent and modest and stays away from things like drugs and sex. Thank you!

Thanks :33 and sure! It’s up now sorry if its not what you want :/

[dc41896]

Bated Breath

So this is the picture I chose to use for the quarantine writing challenge I was tagged in by @chaneajoyyy! Thanks for the tag and this is the first writing challenge I’ve been tagged in so I’m excited and hope everyone likes it☺️!

Pairing: Kenny CrosbyxBlack Reader

⚠️: Maybe a small, tiny pinch of angst but fluff other than that💕!

“Thanks for joining us for the evening news, we hope everyone has a great rest of the night and upcoming weekend!,” the cheery news anchor smiles giving a small wave to the camera like always.

Silently locking the door behind him, Kenny kicks off his shoes placing them with the few others in the closet before tip toeing down the hall to your shared room. With it being close to midnight, he figured you were already curled up in bed fast asleep and more than likely on his side.

“Baby!,” you shout as you run to jump in his arms, wrapping your legs around him.

“Hey baby I thought you would be asleep?,” he smiles, hands under your thighs as he kisses your lips.

“Nope, I waited up until you got home. I missed you!”

“Hmm not that I have a problem with it, but seems like you’ve been missing me a lot lately,” he replies kissing your neck and making you giggle from his beard scratching against your skin.

When you guys first started living together, you would stay up every night he had to work to make sure he made it back safely. Well, more like try to stay up since most nights you’d end up falling asleep and he’d have to carry you to bed.

After a while, you started going to bed at your normal time not seeing him until the next day or in the middle of the night when he’d accidentally wake you up as he held you closer to him. Lately though, you were finding yourself back in your old routine staying up later and later wanting to make sure you saw him walk in your apartment.

Bare feet now touching the carpeted floor, you pout your lips as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“Noo don’t leave!”

“I’ll be back I promise, I just have to shower really quick,” he smiles. “However if you’ll miss me too much you could always join me.”

“No it’s ok, I already showered,” you answer as he gently takes your hand in his pulling you close to his chest.

“I don’t see anything wrong with taking two showers in a day.”

“No I can wait, you go ahead. Right now a cold shower would do you good,” you laugh playfully shoving him as you turn to sit back on the edge of the bed.

Running the warm water, he catches a glimpse of you in the mirror sitting with your legs under you as you patiently wait on the bed while on your phone. Not that he wasn’t used to you showing this much affection, but noticing your newfound clinginess did make him wonder what was going on with you.

Towel now around his hips as he enters the room lightly frangranced from his shower gel, he feels your arms around him and head lying on his back as he searches the drawers for his grey sweats and white t-shirt.

“Am I gonna have to try to get dressed with you attached to me like a koala?,” he laughs placing his arm across yours.

“I mean...you can try!,” you giggle jumping on his back making him laugh harder. Putting on his pants, he tosses the towel back in the bathroom before walking you over to the bed and lightly tapping your leg so you could plop down on the dark blue comforter.

Lying down next to you, his muscular arm finds it’s way around your waist pulling you closer to his warm body as you lie your head on his bare chest drapping your leg across his.

“Alright what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but lately I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit more affectionate and literally not wanting to let me go. Is everything ok? You know you can talk to me.”

“Yea, I mean I guess I’ve just been a little sensitive lately.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“Well one night I had this dream that you called me talking about some guy the you arrested and how he was out, but I could hardly hear the rest of what you said before the phone cut off. Then I was waiting for you but you never came home and when I woke up you weren’t there.”

“It’s ok babe it was just a dream,” he replies rubbing your back while he kisses the top of your head.

“I know, but it felt so real. Then during the day I tried to forget about it, but I just kept thinking what if.” Feeling water hit his chest he carefully sits up lifting your chin so he could see your now glossy, red eyes.

“Baby don’t cry. You don’t need to worry about that happening, none of those guys are that bold.”

“Well they were bold enough to do what got them sent to jail. Whose to say they don’t feel bold enough to go after the people who put them there?”

“Because nine times out of ten, they’re probably not coming out once they go in so they can’t come for us,” he answers wiping a fallen tear from your cheek with his thumb. “But if that ever did happen, we’d deal with it once we got to that road. Plus you know my skills, so I dare someone to mess with me, you, or anyone else I care about.”

Softly smiling he leaves small pecks all over your face making you giggle before meeting his soft lips with yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now no more worrying because seeing you upset makes me upset.”

“Fine, I’ll try. And I’ll stop being so clingy so you can get freely get dressed.”

“Mm actually, that doesn’t have to completely stop. I don’t mind the extra clinginess,” he smiles trapping your body to his as he lies his head on your chest while you laugh.

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[dc41896]

Up All Night (Sequel to Due Date)

Pairing: Kenny CrosbyxBlack Reader

⚠️: Slight angst, fluff

“I know Bubs you’re hungry, but mama had to go to the bathroom.”

Lightly bouncing the crying one week old on his shoulder, he does his best to hum her favorite nursery rhyme as he walks around her room, but only to be met with more tears and wails.

“Only a week old and already criticizing my singing huh?,” he chuckles to himself as you return to the nursery.

“Hi baby! I know you’re hangry I’m sorry,” you smile, Kenny gently placing her in your arms after you were comfortably sat in the grey plush rocking chair.

Like clockwork, as soon as she felt your chest she knew what would be coming next and immediately calmed down. Although you should be used to it, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself watching her immediately settle down, and feel a sense of pride that you not only carried such a beautiful being but was also her source for a multitude of things.

“Welp that’s something else she’s got in common with you,” Kenny laughs squatting down beside you, playing with his daughter’s feet.

“Excuse me? Don’t pretend like you don’t get dramatic when you’re hungry too. Need I remind you of push not pull?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Woww so you’re just gonna lie in front of your daughter like that? Can you believe him love?,” you jokingly gasp making him laugh.

“Speaking of food, you hungry? Because I’m not gonna lie I’m starving.”

“Yea I’m a little hungry,” you softly laugh. “After I put her down I’ll come help.”

“It’s ok I got it, you relax,” he smiles, standing up to kiss your temple before exiting the room.

Ever since you first found out you were pregnant, Kenny made sure you didn’t want for anything. You needed something off the top shelf? He didn’t even wait for you to ask before reaching up and grabbing it for you.

You had an incredible craving at 11 o’clock at night? He didn’t groan or complain, but grabbed his keys, or helped you in the car so you could get whatever you wanted.

However, that wasn’t really different from how he treated you before a baby was even thought of. Whatever he could do for you, he would no matter the time of day.

That’s if he didn’t have work that is.

But even still, there were times when he asked what you ate that day, and if you said “nothing” or that you hadn’t had time yet, after he got off he’d be at your front door holding a bag of takeout.

“Daddy’s really been taking care of us huh Bubs?,” you whisper, lightly grazing her tiny arm as she sleeps.

Momentarily interrupting your quiet state, you hear a knock at the door followed by familiar voices instantly making you smile.

“Ohh looks like you have a few guests,” you smile, fixing yourself up the best you could before joining the small get together in your living room.

———

“Aww look how gorgeous she is!,” Sheryll quietly gushes as she hugs you. “And mama also is still as beautiful as ever.”

“Thank you! I definitely don’t feel it though,” you softly laugh, carefully sitting on the couch to not wake the baby.

“What’s her name?,” Tali asks, peering over the arm of the chair to get a better look at the small bundle.

“Oh yea did you guys find a name? When Crosby sent us the picture in the hospital he said you guys were still deciding,” LaCroix adds.

“We did, and would like to introduce you guys to Peyton Rose Crosby,” Kenny smiles placing an arm around your shoulders as he sits next to you on the couch.

“That’s such a pretty name guys. I’m surprised big guy helped think of it,” Hana smirks making you giggle and Kenny roll his eyes.

“Well when we first talked about kids Kenny always said he liked the name Peyton. Then when we finally saw her for whatever reason Rose kept popping in my head and the rest is history,” you smile looking down at your daughter slightly stir in her sleep.

“How are you guys adjusting to parent life?,” Clinton asks from his seat next to LaCroix.

“It’s going,” Kenny chuckles. “I’m sure you guys can see how tired we are from the bags under our eyes.”

“Yea it’s gonna take some getting used to, but you guys will get the hang of it. Plus at least it’s bags from being with your family versus having to work late,” LaCroix responds as everyone lets out a light chuckles in agreement.

You don’t know why, but at the mention of him going back to work you felt a sense of worry flash through you.

Not that you weren’t concerned for his safety every time he left, but looking down at your daughter, now awake with brown eyes concentrated on you, you guessed you were now worried for her too. You wanted her father to be in her life to watch her grow up, be there to walk her down the aisle, and see her have kids of her own.

Trying not to get lost in your thoughts, you focus back on your friends as they gushed over Peyton more now that she was alert and making noises. Letting Kenny pass her around so everyone could have a turn holding her, you smile to yourself hoping that good times, like this, would never end.

———

After a while longer of conversations and laughs, the team had to leave before it got too late. Not before offering their help with anything you guys might need of course.

Both of you sitting on your bed, Kenny talks with Peyton while playing with her hands as she lies on his thighs. Looking up at him with deep brown eyes, it was as if she understood everything he was saying.

“Babe she’s already so smart! She’s gonna end up being a scientist or something I know it,” he smiles, kissing her cheek before turning to look at you. Quickly trying to wipe the running tear from your face, you give him a soft smile hoping he doesn’t notice.

“Hey what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“It’s dumb really, I’m probably just being overly emotional,” you reply with a sniffle.

“Still, tell me how you’re feeling.”

“It’s just hearing you guys talk about work started making me worry. I know what you do is dangerous and of course I already worry everytime you leave, but now that Peyton’s here it’s like I felt it more if that makes sense.”

Pausing, you feel more tears well in your eyes as you look at your boyfriend’s soft yet concerned expression. “I just don’t want her to grow up without her dad and I don’t want to lose you either.”

Carefully lifting your daughter so she would be lying on his chest, he pulls you closer to him with his free arm so you could rest on his shoulder. Your tears dripping down to his light blue shirt as he lightly grazes up and down your back.

“Babe I wish I could promise you I’d come back every night, but we both know I can’t. I know that doesn’t help with your worries but just know I try to be careful every time I leave so I can get back here with you and you too,” he answers kissing your head and Peyton’s respectively. “Plus what if I told you that I worry about you guys too?”

“You do?”

“Yea, with some of the cases we have, I always think about you at the clinic or even times you’d just be out with Bubs and how anything could happen. I just try to remind myself in that moment you’re more than likely safe or, if I can, I’ll call or text and sure enough, you are safe and I calm down.”

“Plus I’m sure that’s why you’re with FBI. To make sure everyone, including us, is safe,” you smile lightly rubbing your fingers across her slick hair.

“Exactly.”

Feeling your worries fade away, you knew the only thing you could do was stay positive that everything would be okay. And remembering the amazing people he worked with, you knew deep down he was being well looked after.

“Thank you,” you smile as you sit up to kiss his lips.

“I feel like all I did was listen, but you’re welcome,” he chuckles.

“Still you’re always there to listen or help me through whatever, and I thank you for that.”

“Well when you love someone, you do whatever you can to make sure they’re good,” Kenny replies kissing you again.

Breaking the silence between you, small noises escape Peyton’s mouth as she begins one of her all too familiar cries.

“Daddy, someone needs a diaper change, and from the smell I’m getting it’s a big one.”

“See how mommy always gives me the poopy diapers Bubs?”

“I do not! You’re holding her so you might as well,” you giggle.

“Mhmm sure,” he responds getting up to clean the fussy infant.

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