Somebody Be My Gf Bro Im Tired Of Being Single

Somebody be my gf bro I’m tired of being single

This is the cutest thing ever! Mo Baby with a baby??? I’ll take a million please!!

Oh, Baby

i got such bad baby fever it’s not even funny

and then @imjusthere2readbruv is out here dropping all this Mo content… so i just had to connect my dots

word count: 1.4k

warnings: fluff, angst (if you squint and tilt your head to the side), mentions of death, adoption, reader is hell bent on this baby, Mo doesnt know what a baby is (im kidding) set in the mid to late 1800s

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“You what?” Mo puts down her cleaning rag and gun to look you dead in the eye.

“I want me a little one. Or-or just… a… a young one. One I can raise an’ call ma own.” As you speak, your confidence about the topic diminishes, causing you to stutter and lose volume.

Mo stares at you for a while, making you feel small. She remains perfectly still, while you shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other. The house was silent, only the sound of birds chirping outside could be heard. “Say somethin’ Mo.” You plead.

Mo opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out just yet. Her face flashed from confusion to what you think is anger. She picks up her gun and rag again, continuing to clean. She’s silent. This makes you even more nervous, you approach her again, your voice wavering. “Mo, I won’t stand in ma own house and be ignored now. I know you-“

“I can’t give you that, Honey Bee,” Mo mumbles. “I’m no man. I can’t just… give you love an’ then there’s a baby.” You try to get a good look at Mo’s face. She’s sad, and her tone of voice rings remorse.

“There’s an orphanage… the next town over west. I… I went into town and talked to the lady. She’s real nice, she looks like us.” You sit down across from Mo, offering a smile. She’s not looking at you yet. “There’s a baby girl. She’s got the biggest brown eyes ‘round. Hand as small as a coin. Her mama died after givin’ birth… Rest her soul. Her daddy ain’t nowhere near.”

This time, Mo looks up, her eyebrows are furrowed, but her expression is unreadable. Inside, her heart was breaking from your words. “…How old is she?”

“Just a month old. Mo, if you could just see the sweet thing. Oh, I could just,” you sigh at the thought of the baby. “She fit so nice in my arms. She so quiet… but she got them curious eyes. They call her Nosey Bug.”

Mo watched you intently. She could see the passion in your eyes. She knows what you want. But she doesn’t know if she would be able to be any good. “I don’t know how to raise no baby. How we gon’ get her anyway? Honey Bee, we not like them-“

“They call it adoption.” You interrupt. “Ain’t no law against us colored folk wanting to raise a child that ain’t kin,” you take the gun from Mo’s hand, and grab into her tightly. “Mo Baby, I love you more than anythin’. But… when I go into town, and I see those women holdin’ them little hands… kissin’ them soft little faces… it gets me to thinkin. If they can, why can’t we?”

Mo frowns. Not once did she ever notice you feeling some type of way. It got her thinking, maybe she should pay better attention. Maybe she wasn’t putting enough into you. “You… but how-“ she struggles to find her words, something that never happens.

You really got her this time.

“She needs a mama, Mo. She needs me… us. The process is real quick from what the lady told me. Little one don’t even got a name yet. Just… just come to town with me and see. Please.”

“We can name her?”

“We can name her. And she’ll be a Washington..” You begin to smile, nodding your head.

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The next day, you and Mo headed to town bright and early. Mo was silent the entire ride, her thoughts all over the place. Once the two of you reached the orphanage, Mo opened the door for you, letting you in first. She followed behind quietly. The sound of children waking up and getting ready for the day filled her ears. She didn’t know how to react.

“Sweet pea, you done been up in this orphanage for Nosey Bug so many times! Come take the child home witcha!” A hearty voice rings out, and it’s the overseer of the orphanage, Cynthia.

You laugh bashfully, embracing Cynthia in a hug. “Only God can tell, Miss Cynthia.” You laugh, patting her shoulder. “Miss Cynthia, this is my wife, Mo Washington.”

Mo snaps out of her thoughts to make eye contact with Cynthia. “How y’doing.” She nods simply.

Cynthia has a sly smirk on her face as she glances at both of you. A same sex relationship around this time was something truly unheard of, and quite dangerous. But between you and Cynthia, she was in the same boat.

“Mhm,” Cynthia nods. “I’ll be right back with the lil one.” She turns and leaves to go up the stairs.

“You trying to get us in trouble?”

“How do ya mean, baby?”

“You told that woman I was your wife.” Mo comes closer to you, looking down at you with that familiar grimace.

“Because you are,” you lean up to place a kiss on Mo’s lips. “And Cynthia is married to a woman too. We don’t need no papers to tell us we in love, Mo Baby.” You whisper, placing a thumb over her eyebrows to smooth out her expression.

“Little mama is just wakin’ up. She likes to talk ya ear off bright an’ early.” Cynthia days from behind you, holding the little girl in her arms. “Here you go, sweet pea.”

You take the baby into your arms, and it’s almost as if a fire had started. It was clear you two had seen each other before. “Hi babygirl. D’ya sleep well, huh? Can ya let me see your eyes?”

Mo watched the two of you interact. Though she won’t show it, her heart is slowly beginning to melt at the sight. You seem so natural with the baby. Mo on the other hand, has no idea what to do.

“You wanna hold ‘er, Mo Baby?”

Oh shit.

“I ain’t never held no baby before, Y/N. What if she starts cryin’ or…” As Mo begins to protest against holding the baby, you place her in her arms anyway. When the baby is resting in Mo’s arms, Mo freezes.

“Talk to her, baby.” You whisper, standing by Mo’s side.

Mo looks over at you, then Cynthia, who has a shit eating grin off. She huffs to herself, shaking her head, before looking back down at the baby. “Wake up, little mama. Sun’s up.” Mo speaks in a low tone, offering her finger up for the baby to hold onto. The baby doesn’t just yet, but instead, opens her eyes when Mo speaks to her.

Against her own will, Mo lets out a soft sigh as the two lock eyes. She’s beautiful. Mo thinks to herself. “You do got some big eyes. You trying to see the world ‘round you, huh?” The baby yawns and coos at Mo. “And you tryin’ to talk to me? What you gotta say?”

The sight of it all could’ve brought you to tears. In fact, it did bring you to tears. You’d never seen Mo so gentle before, and you wouldn’t mind seeing it more often. Perhaps now, on a daily basis. “I think she likes you, Mo. Look how she’s holdin’ on to your finger.”

Mo had forgotten about her finger. Her eyes find the sight, and that’s what does her in.

“I want her.” Mo blurts, taking both you and Cynthia by surprise.

“Mo- Mo baby, you-“ you put a hand on her cheek, forcing her to look at you, chuckling a bit. “You mean that? You want to adopt her? Just like that?” Truthfully, you weren’t complaining. But it was a shock.

“What do I feed her? Babies drink milk don't they? What, cow milk? We don’t got no cow. Where the hell am I gon’ find a cow for her?”

“Mo.”

“They make under clothes for babies?”

“Mo!” You laugh, placing a kiss on her lips. “You mean it?”

“I ain’t never thought of being a parent before. But when I saw you with her… honey bee, all ma nerves had gone. Then I held her… I just… I knew.” Mo looked into your eyes with such passion, you almost didn’t recognize her. She was even smiling from ear to ear. “If Imma do this, it’s gon’ be with you, hear? I ain’t perfect, but I can learn.”

“Just one thing,” Cynthia approaches you with papers in hand. “What’s ha name?”

Your eyes never leave Mo’s. “Nala.”

Mo nods in approval.

“A blessin’.”

Cover Page Tiana x Naveen | by me :)

@danareadsbooks thank you for the idea!!

she tends to have that effect on women

This shit was so damn cute

My Love Letter

Pairings: nerd!shuri/turkish!Reader

Note: this was a request from @blackpantherandblackcoffee

Summary: you received a love letter from a source you know too well

Warnings: none

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It was the end of literature class when you were heading to your locker. You keyed in your combination code and opened your book safe when a white envelope dropped out. You stared the letter in confusion before picking it up. It had your name written perfectly on it. You couldn’t register the handwriting. You flipped it over and it had a little note on it.

Please open this when you get in the comfort of your home.

Your face stills read full confusion but shrugged it off. You were switching your books for your next class when Shuri came up to you.

“Hey y/n/n.” She smiled so brightly at you. You looked and meet the round framed girl. “Hey shuri…what’s up?” You got your final book and shut your locker. “Nothing…just aced my bio test.” She showed you the paper. An 100% in bold red

“Aw my baby is such a genius I’m proud of you.” You kissed her cheek for her reward. It was habit you two have developed. Every time shuri passed a test you kissed her cheek as a reward. Let’s just saw Shuri was more excited for this kiss than her grade

“T-Thank you y/n.” She blushed and looked down. You giggled at her behavior. She puts the test in her bag and diverted her attention back to you. “What class do you have next?” She grabbed your bag and started walking.

“Um…chemistry.” You walked on the side of her. “Aw my favorite subject.” You rolled your eyes and shivers her slightly. You both kept small talk until you arrived at your class.

“I’ll see you at lunch my precious.” You kissed her cheek again and sat in your seat. Shuri blushed and walked away smiling. Holding her cheek in love.

|~~~

It’s now after school. You and shuri were together for the whole day. And now she’s walking you home. You both talked about your day and upcoming projects that would be due.

“Oh by the way, I got this random letter.” She looked at you. “A l-letter?” You nodded your head.

“I didn’t get to read it but I’m gonna when I go home.” Shuri only nods her head and remains quiet for the rest of the walk.

She finally drops you off and leaves with a hug before going. You were home alone since your mom and dad work heavy hours. You rushed upstairs, closing your door in the process.

Jumping on your bed with excitement you opened your bag and pulled out the white sealed envelope. You stared the white piece of paper. It was neatly folded. No crevice mashed. It was like the perfect shade of white even.

You heart started to race. You were nervous. Very nervous. You wondered what could be in it. Your nerves were getting the best of you. You shook you head and breathed out.

You grabbed the letter and started to open it up.

A piece a paper fell out along with a moon charm. You put the charm to the side and read the letter.

Dear Y/N:

There is something so incredible about you that I find myself falling in love with you every day. I may not have told you, but I want to tell you that you have given my life a purpose and a direction that was missing until you came into my life. The ardor I feel for you grows stronger with each passing day, my love. It is difficult to imagine my life without you because you are the one who rules it.

Your love, Shuri

Your heart bloomed in love. You couldn’t believe shuri wrote this. She loves you. She wants to be with you. And you couldn’t fathom it. You grabbed the charm and added it to you bracelet. You jumped up, grabbing the letter and ran to Shuri’s house.

Your heart was jumping out your chest. You were gonna jump in arms of the girl you love. You got to her house and knocked on her door. You bended down to catch a breath.

You heard the door opened and stood up immediately. You jumped inside and closed the door. Shuri stood back in confusion.

“Y-Y/n why are you-

You jumped on her and kissed her. She caught you and kissed back. Her arms wrapped around your waist and yours closing in around her neck. You pecked her lips more times and pulled away with foreheads still touching.

“I guess you read my note.”

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Holy mothers of cows this broke me right up. I need a shot. Now!!!

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