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late night talking series extra!
summary: y/n and harry’s first ‘official’ date following his wembley shows
warnings: fluff, smut (unprotected public sex & foreplay)
wordcount: 2k
a/n: i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for so long but here it is! i have two more extras planned for LNT and then we’re done <3 i can’t believe all the love on this series thank you all SO much for continuing to read and enjoy it
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“Come on, come on, come on!” You’d been trying to get through to Joanie’s phone for at least five minutes now. She had the perfect dress for you to wear, and all you had were concert outfits stained from cheap feather boas.
“Hello? Are you okay?” Joanie’s voice suddenly sounded from the other end of the phone.
“No, I’m not okay! I have a date and I need your white dress. Please please please with a cherry on top,” you babbled, setting your phone down on the counter top. “God I look like death,” you groaned, wiping your hands down your face.
“A date with Harry?!” Joanie squealed.
“Yeeeees and I might not get another one without your dress.”
“Do you want me to bring it to you? Do you need makeup? Hair stuff? Oh please let me stay while you get ready.”
“Yes for bringing it to me please, no for the other stuff, a million times yes for staying,” you laughed, Joanie’s infectious excitement starting to rub off on you. Truthfully, you dreaded the day that you stopped being nervous to see Harry. Just hearing his name gave you a rush of anxious butterflies, your heart rate quickening at the mere thought of him. It had sent you into a week-long spin, but it was a rollercoaster you never wanted to stop riding.
—
“You look so beautiful,” Joanie cooed, smoothing out the skirt of your white minidress. “Stop, you’re like my mum,” you laughed, swatting her hands away.
“Let me come with you,” she pleaded, holding up her hands in prayer. “No.”
“Please please please! It’s on my way home. I don’t even have to be with you. I’ll just look from afar and then I’ll go,” Joanie continued, a hopeful grin plastered on her face.
“He does want to meet you,” you smiled. “Fine. You can say hello and then you’re leaving - and don’t be weird. Please don’t be weird.” You held out your little finger for a pinky promise. Joanie hooked hers around yours, throwing her arms around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
—
“Hi, little darling,” Harry smiled when he saw you approaching, a picnic basket hanging from one of his hands. He looked delicious, a white t-shirt and linen slacks loose on his toned body. He wrapped you in a tight hug, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You look incredible,” he whispered against your skin.
When what sounded like an excited mouse squeaked from behind you, he pried his eyes from your figure to peer at your tag along. “You must be the famous Joanie,” Harry grinned, throwing an arm around her. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
Joanie was bouncing on her heels silently, her grin so big it threatened to split her face in two. She started nodding like a bobble head, finally bringing herself to say hello. You shook your head, laughing as you grabbed her hand. “I’ll speak to you later, okay? Get home safe. Say hi to Tom from me.” She was still nodding and grinning as she walked away, waving mindlessly to you and Harry as you giggled.
“You are a vision,” you told Harry as you turned to him, taking his hand in yours. Harry's eyes sparkled with warmth as he gazed at you, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "And you are a dream," he replied, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. The sun was shining, casting a golden glow around the two of you as you stood in the park, surrounded by the sounds of nature and the distant hum of city life.
With a playful glint in his eyes, Harry reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a bottle of champagne, pulling out the cork with a satisfying pop. He poured the bubbly liquid into two glasses, handing one to you with a wink. "To our first date," he grinned, raising his glass in a toast.
You clinked your glass against his, the sweet taste of champagne dancing on your tongue. As you settled down on the picnic blanket, he held a hand under your chin, pulling your face closer to him. “Y’so beautiful, can’t get over it,” he cooed, planting 6 lingering kisses to your lips. “One for every day,” he whispered against your smile.
“Sorry about Joanie,” you cringed, screwing up your face as you thought back to her reaction to meeting him. “She’s cute,” he laughed. “I can see why you get along.”
“What do you mean? I’m way cooler than she is. Didn’t even bat an eye when I met you,” you teased.
“That’s what you think,” Harry chuckled, pulling you back into his body until your back rested against your chest. “I saw your jaw go when you clocked me.”
“Oh yeah? That’s why you took me home. Stroked your ego,” you smirked, staring out across the park.
“Oh yes. Exactly that. It’s so rare that I get to meet anyone who knows who I am.” Harry poked at your cheek playfully, the two of you settling into a comfortable silence, stray giggles escaping every few minutes.
“Do you not think it’s insane?” you asked Harry after a while, tilting your head back to look up at him. “What?”
“If neither of us had gone to that Starbucks, or even at different times, or you never needed that napkin, we’d never have met.”
Harry laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. “I never needed a napkin. Jus’ wanted to talk to you,” he confessed, a coy smirk playing on his lips. You gasped, mouth falling open as you swatted at his leg. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. Couldn’t think of anything else to say,” Harry told you, his fingertips drawing patterns on your inner thigh. You leaned further back into him, a warm blush creeping up your cheeks as something buzzed inside of you. The Harry Styles, your ultimate celeb crush, had pondered over what to say to you. And now you were sitting here on your first date after a week of incredible sex and cuddles with him. If someone had come back from the future and told you all this, you’d have laughed them out the room. But it was true, it was real.
“What you thinking about?” Harry asked, his voice soft. “You,” you grinned. “Just so crazy, all of this.”
“Mhmm, I‘m crazy about you.” His fingers were trailing further up your dress, still tracing mindless patterns as he got closer to your centre. You uncrossed your legs slightly, breath catching in your throat at the thought of Harry touching you here, where anyone could see you. If it wasn’t for the wine and the high that came from his presence, you’d have clamped your legs shut and refused him entry. You’d made a silent promise to yourself to try not to sleep with Harry and treat your first date like it was the first time you’d met him. But he just did something to you, and you couldn’t resist catering to his every need.
“Gonna let daddy show you how crazy he is about you?” Harry asked, his voice suddenly low and husky.
You pulled the spare blanket he’d bought over your legs to maintain at least some decency as he pulled your panties to the side, his fingertips finding your clit with ease. Harry always navigated your body as if he’d known it in a previous life, as if it were the only body he’d ever touched. He knew your wants and needs even before you realised them, always one step ahead of you.
He pulled you back into him, his lips trailing soft kisses along your neck. His fingers worked into you, the angle pushing his palm against your sensitive clit. You were writhing under his touch, soft pants slipping past your lips. “Got to be quiet, angel,” Harry whispered against your skin, nipping at your neck. His fingers fucked into you faster, one hand wrapping around your throat to quiet you as heat spreads throughout your body. “Baby,” you whimpered softly, your hand clenching around his wrist as it moved against your pussy, the friction against your clit almost too much to take. It was warm under the afternoon sun, but the heat spreading between your legs was almost enough to burn you alive. Beads of sweat formed on your chest, your skin becoming sticky in Harry’s grip, as you tried desperately to keep your moans in.
“Want more, Harry,” you moaned, pulling his hand away. The way he could fuck you was both a blessing and a curse. His hands and mouth worked wonders, but his cock had you shaking and coming around him in minutes. If you had to choose between the two, you’d choose his cock all day long. Harry chuckled, watching as you turned around and straddled his thighs. He pressed his two glistening fingers to your lips, silently urging you to have a taste of your juices. You sucked them into your mouth, a tiny moan vibrating in your throat as your tongue licked him clean.
“Got to stay quiet now, okay kitten?” he warned, fiddling with the button on his slacks. You nodded, fluffing out the skirt of your dress as he lined himself up with your entrance, his rock hard tip already angry and red. Sex had never been a huge thing for you in relationships, and you’d certainly never been fucked as often as you had in the last week. But it was like being on a different planet with Harry, like you existed in a different reality with your needs and desires laid out before you. He was as hungry for you as you were for him, lust and yearning held in his gaze whenever he was around you.
Harry slipped into you easily, his girth no more at home than when it was nestled against your g-spot. He started guiding you with a firm hold on your hips, his mouth falling open every time you rolled against him. “That’s my girl,” he groaned, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. If anyone saw, they’d know what you were doing in seconds. But neither of you could bring yourself to care, not with the ecstasy of your bodies connected again.
His hips rutted as you locked eyes with him, your lashes fluttering as his groin rubbed against your clit. Spurred on by your choked moan, Harry held you a few inches over his cock, his finger tips digging in to the meat of your ass. He was drilling up into you, your head falling against his shoulder as you tried to hold yourself together a little while longer. “I’m not gonna last-” you panted, feeling the familiar burn spreading through your core.
“Come for me baby, let it all out,” Harry whispered into your ear. “Gonna do that f’me?”
“Yeah,” you whined, hips rolling against his in desperation to reach your climax. But his movements ceased, his cock stilling inside of you as his hand came up to clutch at your throat.
“Yes what?” Harry asked, dark eyes locked onto yours.
“Yes daddy,” you panted, pawing at the collar of his shirt. His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as his movements resumed, his cock drilling into you with a power he’d been holding back before.
Your clit was throbbing, entrance on fire as he pounded into you, driven by a purpose now. It took one final thrust to tip you over the edge, your mouth hanging open as you mewled into Harry’s tanned skin. “Fuck, kitten,” he panted, cock twitching at your core as your walls constricted, milking him for all he had. His come was like a comfort to you at this point, a feeling you were so used to and so in love with.
You sat up on your knees and waited to him to make himself decent, cringing as your soaked panties slipped back across your entrance. When you heard his flies zip back up, you stepped off him, throwing yourself down flat onto the blanket, chest still heaving.
Harry mirrored you, his fingers finding yours as his eyes wandered over to your face. “M’gonna say it over and over - y’are completely and utterly perfect.”
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My Little Love
💖It's Valentine's Day 💖
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 2.1K
warning: none this is just some pure fluff. Maybe Lottie trying to play cupid....
A/N: I wasn't going to write anything for Valentine's Day but I was inspired by @jvanilly 's ask so here it is.
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“Dada no wook.” Charlotte says loudly as she hides around the corner from the living room.
“Should I close my eyes, doll?”
“Yes, pwease.”
“Ok, they’re closed.” Bucky says with a smile at whatever it is that Lottie is up to now. He can hear her footsteps although they’re light against the hardwood floors.
“Ok wook it.”
Bucky opens his eyes to find Charlotte standing in front of him wearing a white shirt with a big pink heart, a pink tutu and white fluffy wings that look like they belong to angels on her back. Her hair is up in a twist held up in a heart shaped clip.
“Who do we have here? Are you Cupid?”
“Mmhhmmm. You wike it?” She asks as she does a spin for him to see the whole outfit.
“You’re the prettiest Cupid I’ve ever seen, doll.”
Lottie gets bashful and giggles at the compliment.
“Habe suwpwise.”
“For me?”
Lottie nods her head and holds out a handmade card for him. It’s a heart cut out of red construction paper glued to a white piece of paper and so much glitter.
“This is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Did you make this yourself?”
“Yeah.” She says shyly while looking up at him with those big blue eyes of hers.
“Thank you, doll. I love it.” Bucky picks her up and gives her a chaste kiss on her forehead.
“Dada?”
“Yeah, doll?”
“Dada be my vawentine?”
Bucky smiles down at his little girl. “I would love to be your valentine. Are you going to be mine?”
“Yeah. I be dada’s vawentine.”
“Good. Your first valentine’s day has to be special.”
****
“Hi mama.” Henry said almost as soon as you stepped out of the master bedroom.
“Hi sweet boy. What are you up to?”
“Nothing. Well something.” Henry gives you a sheepish look.
You narrow your eyes in his direction with a bit of suspicion. But his innocent smile let you know whatever he’s up to isn’t anything mischievous. Henry holds up a construction paper heart, and a few paper flowers.
“Will you be my valentine’s mama?”
“I would love to be your valentine.” You accept the flowers and the cards before giving him a hug. “Are you going to be my valentine’s too?”
Henry nods against your midsection before pulling away.
“Well we have to make your first valentine’s day super special, sweet boy.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
At Charlotte’s request you had curled her hair, pinning half of it up with heart shaped pins. You even let her wear a pink tinted lip balm and some soft pink eyeshadow. She was all smiles as she looked in the mirror.
“Do you like it, sweet angel? You look beautiful.” You said from behind her. Looking at her through the mirror.
“Is so pwetty mama.”
“I’m glad you like it. Now come on, let's get your dress and shoes on.”
“Kay.” Lottie hops off the stool she was sitting on and gets dressed up in her pink tulle dress with hearts all over.
“Alright, I’m going to finish getting ready ok.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Alright bubs.” Bucky fixes the collar of Henry’s shirt so that it goes over his graphic tee. Then he smoothes out the cardigan Henry was wearing. “When we knock we give them the flowers and chocolates ok? Also remember to tell them how nice they look.”
“Yup.”
“Let’s go get our girls then.” Bucky smiles as Henry grabs the flowers that he had picked out himself.
Bucky follows suit and they walk out of Steve’s apartment where they went to get dressed. Giving you and Lottie privacy to have your own girl’s day as you got ready for the family date.
At the door Henry knocks and waits for someone to answer the door. Lottie opens it with a huge smile on her face. It’s obvious she’s more than ready and excited for the evening. She lets Henry and Bucky in to wait for you to finish getting ready.
“Hi bubba. Hi dada.” She says.
“Hi baby. You look so pretty.”
“Tank you bubba.”
“Hello my valentine. You look like a princess.” Bucky takes a knee.
“Tank you dada.”
“These are for you.” Bucky holds out a small bouquet of flowers for her and a box of chocolates.
Charlotte gasps as she takes her gifts. She buries her nose in the flowers and inhales just how she has seen you do so many times.
“Is so nice dada, tank you.”
“You’re welcome, doll.”
You walk out a few minutes later, just as Bucky is putting Lottie’s flowers in a vase for her. He lets out a wolf whistle as he watches you reach the living room. You wore a red dress, the sleeves were short but puffy. The bodice hugged your curves and the skirt flared out with a slit up one leg. You smile over your shoulder at Bucky before turning your attention to Henry.
“Hi my sweet valentine.” You tell him.
“Hi mama, you look very pretty.”
“Thank you, sweet boy.” You smile before giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek.
“These are for you.”
Henry holds out a box of chocolate and a bouquet of flowers similar to Lottie’s, just a bit bigger.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you so much. I love them. We have something for you too.”
Lottie runs off into your room coming back with some boxes of candy for them as well. It’s obvious that Henry and Bucky weren’t expecting anything so it was nice to see their matching smiles.
“Here,” Bucky offers you a vase with water in it already.
“Thanks baby.”
You place the flowers in the vase and give him a kiss on the cheek.
“We should get going.”
“Yeah,” Henry adds. “We have reservations.”
“Oh you do?”
“Yup. It's for our date.”
“I thought we were just going to Tony’s party?” You look up at Bucky who is already helping Lottie into her coat.
“Well it wouldn’t be a proper date if we didn't take our girls out first now would it?”
You smile and grab something from your purse. When you stand in front of Bucky you place a red pocket square into his suit pocket. As usual he dressed in an all black suit and a more casual black t-shirt. The red added a little pop of color to tie in everyone’s outfit together.
“Here mama.” Henry, following Bucky’s lead, holds out your coat.
“Well what a little gentleman.”
You put on your coat and let them lead you and Lottie out.
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It was still new, the four of you going out as a family. The kids were always excited going out to new places and experiencing new things. Bucky stopped the car at the entrance to the restuarant. The attendant makes his way over quickly to the driver’s side. Bucky steps out and gets the door for Lottie who was sitting behind him. Henry quickly gets out of his seat and gets out to open your door.
“Thank you my sweet boy.”
“You’re welcome, mama.” He says as he takes your hand.
The four of you walk into the building. Before you can say anything Henry steps up to the hostess stand.
“Hi ma’am.”
“Hello, how may I help you?” The young woman asks with a smile.
“We have a reservation under Barnes.”
You couldn’t help but beam as Henry started to get more comfortable interacting with strangers.
“I see the reservation for four people here. Please follow me.” The young woman walks you through the restaurant to a booth in the back. “Enjoy your evening.”
Lottie sits with Bucky and you sit with Henry. While the restaurant is full of couples you wouldn’t trade being here with the kids. You knew you’d share more than enough one on one time with Bucky later. The four of you have the time of your life at the restaurant. The kids try new foods and get loved on by you and Bucky. They also have the attention of the server that’s taking care of your table. She makes sure to ask them questions, getting the most interesting questions out of Lottie for sure. You can’t help but look across to Bucky and share that magic little moment in which you both relish in being able to enjoy this moment with them. Soon enough though dinner is over and you head back to the tower.
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Before heading to the party Charlotte insists on going back to the apartment for her cupid getup. Soon enough there’s a four year old running into the main living room with wings and bow and arrow. Her first stop of course is her favorite person ever.
“Steebie am cupid.” She says as he picks her up.
“And a very cute cupid at that.”
“Hi.” Lottie calls out to Bruce’s assistant.
“Hello Charlotte. You look very pretty in your dress.”
“Tank you. You pwetty too, wight Steebie?” Steve goes beet red in an instant.
“Of course. Your dress is very pretty.” Steve looks at her.
“No Steebie.” Charlotte sends a small glare in his direction. Lottie says her name, “Is pwetty.”
“Please don’t.” She mutters.
“No is kay. Steebie?”
“Yes, you are very pretty.”
She opens her mouth ready to sass him back but decides against it due to Lottie’s enthusiasm.
“Thank you, Steve.”
Lottie feels as if she’s done her job so she wiggles her way out of Steve’s arm’s and does her usual round through the party.
****
Bucky holds you close as he leads you in a dance. One hand around your waist, the other holding yours against his chest. His cheek rests against your temple. Both of your eyes are closed as he hums along to the song.
“Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose.
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose.”
You smile as Bucky continues to serenade you. The song ends but another quickly starts up. Your dancing is interrupted though.
“Daddy, mama is my valentine. I should be dancing with her.” Henry looks up at him, arms crossed over his chest.
“Ok, ok. Do you happen to know where your sister is?”
Henry points to the other end of the room. You and Bucky look over to find Charlotte sitting on the bar sharing a cupcake with Sam and laughing.
“I guess I’ll go get my valentine. Thanks for the dance, Sugar.” Bucky gives you a quick kiss.
“Wanna dance mama?”
“I would love to.” You say as Henry takes your hands and swaying side to side.
****
“Is so yummy Sammy.” Lottie holds up a cupcake with red frosting up for Sam to try.
Sam narrows his eyes in her direction causing Lottie to giggle. “Are you trying to play a joke on me?”
“Noooooo. Habe some.”
“Ok.” Sam leans in to take a bite out of the sweet treat but Lottie boops him in the nose with it leaving frosting behind. She throws her head back laughing while Sam playfully grumbles.
“Is so funny.”
“Oh you think that's funny?” Sam asks and Lottie nods. “What if I do this?” He takes a big bite of the cupcake she had in her hand. “No cupcake for you.”
Charlotte is a giggling mess as she grabs another treat from the tray Sam had taken just for them.
“Are you trying to steal my doll?” Bucky asks as he walks up to them.
“Maybe I am.”
“Habe one dada?” Lottie holds up another cupcake for him. He’d seen what she did to Sam and was sure she’d do the same to him. But the laughter was worth a little bit of red frosting on his nose.
“I would love one.”
Lottie pulls at the cupcake liner with heart designs on them, then offers it up to Bucky. He’s surprised when Lottie doesn’t try to get the frosting on him so he just eats it.
“Hey,” Sam says with a faux annoyed expression. “Why didn’t you get him?”
“Dada my vawentine.” She looks up at her dad with so much love that it makes him weak in the knees.
“Yeah Sam, I’m her Valentine���s go get your own.” He looks back at his little girl. “Wanna dance, Doll?”
“Yes, pwease.”
Lottie gives Sam a kiss on the cheek before going into her father’s arms. Bucky walks over to the dance floor and begins to sway. Not too far from him, you stand with Henry in your own dance. You catch each other’s eye and smile. He mouths an I love you which you return.
All in all it was a very good Valentine’s Day.
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boyfriend headcannons - goo gunil
☆彡 I felt burnt out after working on an essay all day, so what did I do? Went to my dorm and wrote some more! I’ve seen other blogs do little series like this with groups, so I wanted to give it a try! I hope you all enjoy!
word count: 777 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: reader is called “beautiful,” cringe moments /pos, swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death (in a joking way), my delulu thoughts, all caps, lmk if I missed anything else!
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Gunil strikes me as they type of boyfriend that would try to make your life feel like a rom-com
he definitely strikes me as one of the more romantic ones in the group, but probably in a more goofy way than Jungsu or Seungmin would be (but more on that later)
yes he’s buying you flowers every time he passes a flower stand
yes he leaves those cheesy little notes about how beautiful and perfect you are in your lunch that you take to school or work
yes he reminds you every day that you’re quite literally the light of his life and he wouldn’t be the same person without you
but I truly believe this man can get weird
like, very very strange
in the most endearing way… he’s cringe
let’s unpack that
starting off strong:
“Good morning sunshine!”
some find that cringe, but I’m kicking my feet so 🧍🏻♀️
the pet names… oh god the pet names
I know I have a whole fic on this topic already but I feel the need to say more for Gunil
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “sweetums”
“precious”
I’m sorry but he gives me “bubs”/“bubby” vibes
listen I don’t hate that one as much as other people okay hear me out
“angel” probably happens on rare occasions
I could go on
he may be cringe but he is free!
but it’s okay because you totally call him silly names back
you love him no matter what
you know who else loves him?
your parents
he’s shaking hands and being overly friendly, and your parents are eating it up!!!!
let's say you bring him over for dinner:
“You have such a lovely home!”
“Do you need help with anything? I can set the table!”
“The meal was amazing. (Y/N) clearly didn’t get their cooking skills from you!”
“Gunil what the hell-“
the next time your parents invite him over he definitely shows up with dessert, wine, a side dish, something
he 100% gets the parental stamp of approval 👍🏻
okay I’m sorry but we need to talk about Gunil and intimacy keeping it G y’all c’mon now
he :(( is the sweetest :(((( ever :(
he knows he’s strong so he tries to be so gentle with you
if you want him to hold you tight he absolutely will
but Gunil strikes me as a soft intimacy type of guy!!
soft, calming, long hugs
sweet compliments whispered between you during a cuddle secession
cuddle secessions :(
if he doesn’t cuddle with you before bed he literally acts like he’s on the brink of death
gently holding your hand at almost all times
like I’ve said, I think Gunil likes PDA
so he’s got a grip on your hand at all times in public
I also think that Gunil would be the type to wash your hair for you
I’m melting right now
imagine it like,,,, oh my god
Gunil knows you’ve been stressed and he can see how hard you’re working and how much the stress is affecting you so he offers to help you relax
he runs a nice bath for you
lights a few candles
and then if you’re comfortable with it he’s right by your side, absolutely pampering you and washing your hair :(
can we tell that he’s been bias wrecking me really really hard lately? yes? okay
but these gentle moments don’t last forever
he’s you’re hype man all the time every day
“You look so good baby! I love your outfit today! C’mon, give me a spin- OH MY GOSH youlooksogood!”
gives you those hugs where he gets really excited and picks you up and spins you in circles
Gunil definitely gives me the vibe that he would totally put his full body weight on you if you wanted him to
just *plop*
okay okay so we all know how Gunil is the only member of xh who can drive yes?
do you think he like,, does the thing? 🤭 when he puts the car in reverse? 🤭 because guys I think he does 🤭
I’m a firm believer in the fact that Gunil would quite literally be the most perfect man on the face of the earth (totally unbiased opinion!)
he always encourages you to try new things- even if they scare you- and always reach for your goals!!
he’s so supportive and full of love for you and he’s gonna be by your side every step of the way and MAN I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH—
final closing thought but imagine sitting on his lap while he teaches you how to play drums EEE okay I need to stop
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halloween costumes & anxiety
part 1 of 'glances of love'
➸ note; I bit the bullet. alright so context, glances of love is a fic series based off my chaos dr which is basically just a streamer dr hybrid. some details, like the dynamic between reader and Wil, readers behaviors and anxieties, experiences like this fic, are all pieces of my dr. so if it's unconventional, I'm sorry but it's my Dr, my blog, my writing. i choose to share this bc I want to and I want other people to enjoy my work. anyways! on with the reading (please don't throw stones at me, my bones are like brittle glass)
➸ pairing; male!reader x cc!wilbur, he/him
➸ summary; reader avoids going to wilbur's shows for one reason--the fans. he has no qualms against them, they just scare him. he decides to go for the second Halloween gig, dressing up as a humanized tardis as wilbur is the tenth doctor. everything goes smoothly until it's time to meet fans. Wilbur then comforts reader yay!
➸ warning; uses of babyboy including other nicknames, one use of daddy but in a sfw/jokingly sweet context! maybe swearing? mean depiction of some Lovejoy fans-- sorry! wilbur dresses up as the tenth doctor.. nerdy and dorky shit. reader has much panic and anxiety, some hints of an anxiety attack mixed with an autistic shut down (haha me-- /lh)
➸ age-rating; 15+
➸ wordcount; 3.2k
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you love wilbur, that was something you were sure of and wholeheartedly so. you supported him, mostly from the safety of your shared home. making posts online basically being his biggest cheerleader, helping him calm down from panics or spirals, smiling and cheering whenever he shows you something knew. you love him. you support him. you adore him.
but his fanbase scares you. it's nothing against them, really. maybe it's the daunting size and intensity of the group of people. maybe it's the negativity that manages to be at the forefront of your mind. whatever it is, they scare you.
you haven't been to one of Lovejoy's shows in ages, and you really hadn't planned on it. you still sort of don't yet Wil's been talking about the next big gig; the Halloween show in Brighton. he wants you to be there, wherever comfortable of course, all dressed up in a matching costume, cheering him on and right there so he can kiss you the second he steps off stage, utilizing that adrenaline to his advantage. he wants you by his side through everything, and while he'd never push you to something you don't want to do, he can't help but be a little pushy about it. he isn't mean or harmful, he just mentions it more. he talks and he talks about it, bouncing and stimming in joy at the mentions of it and the plans he has for it and how cool it's going to be. he wants you there so bad, and it's painfully clear.
"so, what do you think, baby?" he asks as he spins around in front of the TV, showing off his costume in all its glory. you made a joke a few months prior that he reminded you of David Tennant's doctor who, and he took it and ran with it. he's clad in his old converse, some of his funky socks, a pair of brown patterned pants. he tucks in the white shirt a bit more, adjusting the tie before putting the trench coat on. he smiles widely, hands in his pockets just like Ten.
you smile and nod, clapping softly, "you look lovely, darling!" you try your best to sound as excited as possible, giggling when you see him try to stick his hair upwards, but it flops down over his forehead and he sticks his lip out in a pout. "don't think your hair is made for that, bub."
you shake your head with a smile as he shrugs, striding over to you and plopping down beside you on the couch, tossing his legs up on the coffee table in front of you. he tugs you into his lap, "c'mere," and you oblige with a giggle, settling between his thighs comfortably, your legs around his waist as you rest your hands half on his chest half on his shoulders. he holds you by your lower back and hips, hands flat out on your body.
"why don't you come, just this once?" he speaks barely above a whisper as he pushes a bit of hair out of your face, a kiss placed on your opposite cheek.
you think for a moment, you need to go sometime. being on the sidelines won't cut it for much longer, and going means more time with him, less time spent alone. but that also means being near a lot of people, or being in a crowd. or meeting fans--
"yeah, why not?" you smile softly, part of you immediately regretting your words but holding up to your word anyhow.
the following week is spent in preparation, costumes, after show plans, travel, rehearsal, set list writing-- most things Wil handles alone. alot of time spent tucked away in the office in the flat, or on the phone or in the studio. but you both manage time to spend together, and to work on your costume. you both decided on a simple costume, a flowy shirt, a leather jacket, some boots and a tardis key around your neck.
a simple omage to the doctor's forever partner, the tardis. you both thought it was sweet, a nice way to say "forever?" in a rather dorky and cute way.
the day of the show snuck up on you both much quicker than expected, Wil was scrambling to leave early and you were trying to calm your nerves the moment you woke. of course you'd be home on your own for a bit, until you went to the venue a couple hours before it started. you'd help out in whatever way you could and then help wil with makeup if he decided he wanted to add some, just for a special touch.
"if you need anything from me, don't hesitate to call okay? or text. I'm right here, baby. I'll make sure you're okay." he smiles, kissing your forehead as he goes through his mental bullet points of what to remind you on.
• I'm here
• you're safe
• text me
• call me
• I love you
• goodbye/see you soon
the way he had this little pre-venue routine was sweet, and it helped calm your nerves even for a bit. it brought you peace of mind and helped settle that fire that always lit in your stomach in moments of anxiety.
he was like a natural anxiety remedy, and you loved every second of it.
"I know, I know. I'll tell you if anything's wrong. now, go have fun at soundcheck. i love you, bee," you lean up to try and reach his lips to kiss, yet you don't quite reach that height. he leans down and closes the gap for you, your lips moving in sync with one another as you sigh into the feeling. it's nice, it's warm and it buzzes your skin. he pulls back, smiling before biting his lip. he brushes some hair out of your face as he admires you.
"I love you so so much, thank you for coming tonight.." he peppers kisses all over your face, holding your head in his hand as you giggle, holding his arms gently.
you giggle, smiling sweetly as he kisses all over your face and then he kisses your nose and stops, pulling back to smile down at you.
"I love you soo much more!" you giggle, kissing one more time as you both bid one another a sweet 'see you later'. you drop down onto the couch the moment the door clicks shut. you take in a deep, shakey breath, spending the next few hours wondering and pondering on how you expect to handle being at the show.
a few hours pass and you're on the walk to the venue, it isn't far from Wil's apartment building so you manage a swift 10-minute walk, wilbur's acoustic guitar slung on your back. you managed to avoid the crowds lining up and queuing for the show, slipping into the venue through the backdoor, sighing in relief once the door was shut and locked behind you. you hurried over to the green room, holding the guitar strap on your chest and putting the guitar down in the corner. Wil walks in a moment later, hurrying up behind you and wrapping his long arms around you. he rests his chin on your shoulder and you sigh happily. turning in his grasp, you shove yourself into his chest and keep close.
"I'm glad to see you, honeybaby.." he moves to rest his chin on your head, his hand on the back of it, scratching at your scalp with his fingertips and he presses kisses onto your hair.
"'m glad too.." you mumble against his chest, hands grasping at his back, fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt.
"how was your walk, baby?" he picks you up by your waist, placing you gently onto his lap after he finds his spot on the couch. you rest your hands on the bottom hem of his shirt. his fingers and thumbs rub at your thighs, trying to soothe you.
"good, I got to come in through the back," you shrug, leaning yourself down to press against his chest. you nestle your body between his thighs as you gently whine in content. he presses a hand against your back, as his other grazes your cheek gently.
"mm, good, baby," he smiles, kissing your nose. you both stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's limbs. legs tangled, arms around one another, fingers fidgeting with each other's. your head is nestled on his shoulder and his head on top of yours. it's sweet and it's warm, and your anxiety slips away with every breath of his you hear. every tingle of your skin at his touch.
"I have to go soon, hun," he whispers against the shell of your ear, placing a kiss there as he rubs your upper arm. you whine at him, hiding your face in his chest, head tucked under his chin. he giggles at you, kisses placed on your hair before he gently pulls you back.
"I have a show to play, baby boy," he smirks, kissing your forehead. he's so.. sweet, you think, kind and gentle and you love his touch and affection.
"how much longer?" you hold a gentle pout on your lips, playing with the hem of his shirt.
"mm.." he pauses in thought, not actually thinking but pretending to, only to make you laugh, "five minutes? is that good for you, baby?"
you nod, resting back on his chest as you rest your legs on either side of his thighs, cuddling close to him and letting your eyes rest. wilbur draws shapes on your back with his finger tips. his other hand plays with your hair, twirling strands around his fingers before letting go and massaging your scalp. you let out soft, contented sighs with every touch, simply taking in every feeling and savoring it.
the five minutes pass and he's putting you back to stand, hugging you and kissing you as you help hype him up. he runs on stage and you head into the crowd. you thought it might help your anxiety, to be around everyone. you easily slip into the crowd, finding a spot off to the side and clapping and screaming with the crowd.
you blend in easily, getting drawn into the music and enjoying it just as anyone else. you eye wilbur lovingly, watching him bounce around and perform in his costume. he looks so silly to you, adorable and lovely. you smile so widely and he glances over to you every once and a while, a smile and a wink thrown in your direction.
the show moves along smoothly, he talks in between songs when he's tuning his guitar. he's careful not to point you out, but he talks about you. gushing over his boyfriend, how sweet you are and how you're the reason he has a costume this year. he smiles so wide, and his eyes sparkle. he really loves you.
once the show ends, they go out to the back, and you slip back through the backstage door. the crowd finds their way out to the back, ready to meet the guys and your heart starts to pound at the idea. you fully plan on going out with Wil, wanting to be beside him despite your fears. surely it'll be fine? no one will bother you and all in all, he'll be there so you'll be okay.
he meets you in the hall outside of the green room, picking you up by your waist and spinning you around before kissing all over your face. you giggle, humming and grabbing at his shirt.
"hi, baby-" he coos, pulling back and resting his forehead on yours.
"hi, wilbee.." you let your words fade, sighing and shutting your eyes. he rubs your cheeks with his thumbs as he looks down into your eyes.
"ready, lovey?" he smiles, pulling back and dipping his head to meet your eyes.
you nod and he puts out his hand for you. you wrap your hand around his finger, not bothering with holding his whole hand as he leads you outside through the backdoor. you keep your hold on him, hiding in his side or behind him. you're sure to hold onto him, so you don't lose him somewhere in the crowd. there isn't a barricade outside like there sometimes is, so fans crowd around and cluster up in his (and your) personal space. you stay quiet about it, keeping your fast breathing and spinning mind under wraps. wilbur tells a few people to back up just a bit, for safetys sake as he speaks with a few fans. he lets you keep that hold on him, only letting go when he takes photos.
your mind wanders until a few voices catch you. they're simple whispers, ones that surround you and come from behind you. you don't turn around to see the source of the voices but you hear what they say as clear as day.
"does he really have to bring his boyfriend everywhere?"
"we're here to see Lovejoy, not wilbur's lost puppy."
they laugh together, and wilbur doesn't even hear, and you don't bother to speak up either. you try your best to zone out, to pull those voices out of your mind and crush them, but they seem to consume you.
"everyone knows he's probably just a gold digger. someone like him can only be a gold digger."
"wilbur's too old for him anyways. we all know wil would be happier with someone older."
you lean your head on wilbur's side, whining softly as your brain spins and drowns in fear and anxiety. he doesn't stop his conversation for a bit, not until you grab onto his shirt and tug it slightly. your head is tilted back and your eyes are sad as they look up at him.
he pulls you aside gently, crouching just barely so your eyes are at the same level. he holds your face, kissing your lips once before pulling back to smile at you.
"what's wrong, baby? do you need to leave?" he asks in a gentle tone, you shake your head gently. you know you aren't convincing but if you can be just enough, maybe he'll go back out again. maybe you won't ruin the night.
"no, no, I'm okay. just tired. um.. let's go back? i don't want anyone to be upset." you hold a soft, yet fake, smile on your lips. wilbur frowns, not believing your facade for a second but taking it knowing how stubborn you are. you grab onto his belt loop this time, following him back over into the crowd of fans.
he continues going about interactions, signing things and talking amongst everyone, he takes photos and he hugs people.
you tune yourself out of what he's busy with, not wanting to be bothersome. but as always, you regret that decision.
more people start talking about you.
it's driving you crazy.
"such a pitiful guy, his boyfriend protecting him- Jesus, wilbur deserves someone better."
tears start to prick at your eyes due to the words thrown at you. you bite your lip and let go of wils jeans, walking away and wiping tears from your cheeks with your sleeve.
you hear more comments, most are seemingly happy about your absence and you don't get a cool breath until you're back inside the venue. you decide packing up would be your best bet, putting away what wilbur brought. his laptop and charger, a book and guitar picks. you pack everything you can, letting sobs rip through your chest as tears pour down your cheeks. you're a mess and you feel it. you aren't even sure if wilbur had noticed your absence but you sort of hope he didn't. you didn't want to steal him from everyone anyways.
a few minutes pass of frantic packing and burning tears before footsteps are heard. wilbur opens the door to the green room gently, walking over to you and pulling you into his arms. he's silent, not a word needs to be spoken for you to know how okay it is. you let it out, crying into his chest as sobs ripple out and you grasp at his shirt. he rubs your back with one hand while the other pets your hair. he kisses the top of your head, shushing you sweetly.
"shh.. shh, baby it's okay. I'm here? okay, I'm here." he mumbles between kisses to your head. his fingers rub and press on your back to help ground you. eventually you're able to catch your breath, voice still shakey but at least you aren't crying. the tears have been shed and all that's left is a broken voice and stains of sorrow on your cheeks.
he holds your face, rubbing away the tear stains with his thumbs. you sigh, holding his wrists with your hands, rubbing the inside with your thumbs.
"what happened?" he asks again and you want to brush it off, but instead you spill. you tell him of all the horrible things you've seen and heard, how you feel like the only one that experiences it. you ask why you're so hated, and he doesn't have the answer. he can only see the beauty in you, he sees no reason for one to hate you or even dislike you one bit. he nods and sighs, kissing your forehead before pulling you into his lap and placing soft kisses to your neck and jaw.
"you're okay now, baby. I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you. i promise, none of those things are true and I promise I love you, and I love you for who you are." he smiles, watching your eyes sparkle with an admiration at his words. you feel the sobs build up in your throat and you want to cry again, to sob hysterically just by hearing such sweet words.
"i mean how can someone be a gold digger if they insist on helping pay bills on an apartment they're not even on the lease for?" he chuckles, kissing your forehead as you find giggles escaping you instead at his silly words. it's true, if anything you're farther from a gold digger than anything, "they don't know you, hun, so don't let them get to you."
he kisses your forehead one more time, before pulling back and letting you tuck into his lap for a few minutes rest. he lets you lay there, rubbing your back until he has to pick you up. he does so, and you both begin to pack the van up, ready to go home as soon as possible.
he stops you by the back door, holding your hand and looking down at you, "home, my tardis?"
"home, doctor," you smile up at him and he kisses you once, twice, three times before hurrying you both to the van. he helps you in first, buckling you in before he slides in next to you.
"what was that for?" you inquire gently, his hand reaching out to you, insisting you wrap your hand around his finger and you do so, but keep your gaze on him in order to keep his attention.
"I wanted to show extra care, that's all."
you nod softly in agreement, resting your head against his shoulder as he sighs.
"g'night, baby," he kisses your temple with a sweet smile.
"goodnight, daddy.." you smile to yourself as sleep takes over and you finally feel a blanket of peace over you.
it wasn't the best experience, but at least you had wilbur along the way.
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♡Saved (Spencer Reid-Criminal Minds)♡
Hey Bubs!!
This is a request from the lovely @pure-honeylamb !!!
Sorry for the wait but I had to write this twice and I still don't 100% like it! I have so many thoughts though on this character even though I haven't watched Criminal Minds and have only read things and watched clips!! I deff wana write more of him (and yes I did listen to a Spencer playlist while writing this oop-)
Reminder that my requests are open!!
✧1720 words
✧Spencer Reid x Reader
✧THEY/THEM Pronouns
Hope you enjoy Bubs!
~Mwah
A loud crash followed by multiple profanities rings out in the small apartment. Stirring from their slumber, (H/C) locks peek out from a knitted blanket before their owner pulls the blanket up further to completely cocoon themself.
Wiggling around a bit to try and go back to sleep, it turns futile and only angers (Y/N) as they grumble and begrudgingly sit up. The soft but thick blanket falls onto their lap as they rub at their (E/C) orbs, a bit too harsh, to try and rub the rest of their sleepiness away.
They sit there for a second, eyes half closed and sitting on a plush surface with warmth surrounding them as their mind disassociates from being yanked from dream land to the present.
Finally, being able to function a bit more as their brains cog’s start to spin and warm up, they look around to see the familiar sight of small stacks of books and papers littered around the ground and any other surface.
“Oh, did I wake you love?” Hearing an apologetic voice to their side, (Y/N) rolls their still foggy head to see a dishevelled Spencer Reid holding a half full sack of sugar.
(Y/N) can only manage some sort of noise, half grunt half groan, as they wave him off and eye the sugar.
“Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wanted to make some coffee, but there wasn’t any sugar left in the little bowl, so I tried to get the big packet we have stuffed in the back of the cupboard but then it got stuck and when I managed to yank it out- It… kinda… ripped and sugar spilt everywhere.”
Looking at the rambling man, it’s hard for (Y/N) to believe that this same mess of a man was the same one who had kidnapped them.
Still half asleep, (Y/N)’s brain can only grasp half of what he’s saying. Not wanting him to keep rambling as it’s still way to early from them to be awake, and also not wanting to hear him ramble on about statistics that they 100% know he’s going to start to do. (Y/n) brings their blanket covered hands to grab his.
Spencer stutters at the contact but (Y/N) just hauls their body up with the help of Spencer from the sofa they fell asleep on while watching their comfort series, which has now been turned off probably because of Reid himself, before wrapping the blanket around their shoulders and waddling to their room.
(Y/N) debates getting ready with the warm blanket, but ultimately throws it onto their bed when they think of it getting wet and heavy in the process.
Stumbling into the bathroom with less grace than they would like, (Y/N) turns on the tap to start their morning routine. Brushing their teeth half asleep, washing their face which wakes them up a bit more, slapping whatever skin care they use and are bothered putting on that morning before finishing with moisturiser.
Taking one look in the mirror, their lazy brain says to just leave their messy hair. Knotted from tossing and turning in their sleep, but the rational part of their brain reminds them that they will have to try to untangle those knots later when they’re worse. So, with distaste, they grab their brush and start the fight of brushing their (H/L) out.
(Y/N)’s arms already feel sore from trying to move them while asleep, so they throw any thought of styling or putting their hair up in any way out the window as they walk out the bathroom door a bit more elegantly than before.
Making sure to doge all the books and lose papers on the floor, (Y/N) walks into the kitchen to find Spencer putting the brightly coloured broom on the corner wall. There are two cups of coffee on the kitchen counter, one straight black in a plain dark navy mug, and another with just the correct ratio of milk and sugar that (Y/N) likes in a black mug with a printed white cat wearing a cowboy hat saying “Meow’dy”.
A (S/C) hand comes to pick the black cat mug by its body, (Y/N) seemingly unfazed by the scolding ceramic as they breathe in the warm scent of roasted beans to finally wake up their brain.
Blowing onto the swirling milky liquid to cool it down, (Y/N) takes a tentative sip to make sure they don’t burn their mouth and they almost sag at the delicious taste.
“You really know how to make good coffee.” (Y/N) mumbles, forcing themself not to gulp the liquid gold down as they remember the last time they had done that, they ended up with a burnt mouth as well as a scolding from Spencer.
“Thank you love. Actually, it’s all in the temperature you use for the roasting.” Spencer replies trying not to go into a deep ramble about how he makes coffee, his heart swelling at the thought of his darling enjoying something he made.
They both stand in comfortable silence, (Y/N) leaning their back onto the kitchen counter as the only sounds are blowing and sipping of coffee.
Eyeing the window on the other side of the flat, (E/C) eyes gaze over to the window looking down on the busy streets of Washington DC. There’s a thin fog over the world as the sun starts to peak its rays out and (Y/N) suspects the outside smells like rain, but they can’t test that theory once their eyes glance down to the bolts on the window sill.
It was hard to think about their life before this. To put it bluntly it was toxic and unbelievably draining, from their family and friends, to school and work, and god knows they only had a handful of people who gave them a lick of kindness in their life. It was draining every single day to the point of (Y/N) only having enough energy just to survive in their own body much less do the things they needed to do that day.
Taking another sip of coffee, their eyes roam over the man in front of them.
Was this life so much better than their old life though? Being trapped in a house with a hyper intelligent, awkward man with no social skills who works for the FBI and is a potential psychopath.
Spencer sends (Y/N) a smile when he sees them looking at them, but they just cover their face by tilting their cup up higher than necessary to their lips.
When (Y/N) was first kidnapped and brought here they were rightfully scared out of their mind, crying and bargaining and trying to get away from the person they thought were a friend.
Spencer had tried to calm them down in his own round about kind of way, shushing them softly with promises of him never hurting them, trying to explain everything but ultimately getting into the logistics of everything and just setting off (Y/N) more because of the confusion and his psychotic rantings.
Slowly though, (Y/N) started seeing that Reid wouldn’t hurt them, and they could now process the things he was rambling on about (mostly).
He kidnapped them to keep them away from the bad things, from the pain of their day-to-day life. He just wants to keep them safe and loved (his words not theirs).
Now while (Y/N) doesn’t agree with his methods, it’s not all that bad. He gives them their own space, their own room to decorate with whatever and they are free to do the same with the shared living area and kitchen. They get their favourite foods and snacks without asking, anything to fuel their hobbies, a coded phone and laptop so they can’t get help from anyone but keep themselves entertained as well as a flat screen TV and any gaming console their heart might desire. With the cherry on top of having no normal life stresses, no toxic family or friends, no school or job to kill themselves working over.
The only thing (Y/N) has to do is stay in the apartment and maybe indulge Reid when he rants once in a while. Reid would never force (Y/N) to interact with him, all he wants them to do is to be staying healthy by eating and indulging themselves in what he gives to them, but slowly (Y/N) likes to listen to his ranting. How his mind jumps from one thing to another while he goes through all the statistics, and once when they saw him play with some cards and Spencer had asked if they wanted to play, they bonded over multiple card games even though they were a bit pouty when he kept winning.
“I took today off; would you like to play cards over breakfast?” Spencer asks while moving over to the fridge to look over the contents.
(Y/N) knows this is bad, this whole situation is wrong. Even though Spencer wanted to keep them safe, the way he did it was wrong and immoral and (Y/N) doesn’t think they will every fully get over it.
But when they see him smile at them while they do something small, like thank him for food or listen to his ramblings or just come out of their room and indulge themself with the things he had bought to keep them occupied. (Y/N) lets themself just live in the moment.
“Sure.” Hesitating for a second, their eyes shoot down to their cup to try and hide their embarrassment. “Thank you for the coffee.” (Y/N) says softly.
“Of course love.” Taking (Y/N)’s empty cup from their hands, Spencer smiles down at them.
“You know I love you right?” (Y/N) nods, they know that obviously, he says it constantly. “You don’t have to love me back; I just want you happy.”
His brown eyes soften as he puts the cups down next to them and reaches up to cup their cheek, giving them enough time and space to avoid it but when they just stand there Spencers eyes turn wide in shock.
“Let’s play crazy eights?” (Y/N) asks, tilting their head slightly into his palm.
(Y/N) wouldn’t really say, or admit really, that Spencer had ‘saved’ them from their old life like he puts it.
But they would be okay, it would all be okay for them.
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butterfly wings
chapter eight; fall 1985 (cont.)
pairing; steve harrington/eddie munson x reader aka steddie/reader, steve/eddie
rating; T
warnings; angst, au - canon divergence, fucked up the timeline a bit, eddie-centric chapter
word count; 1.4k
desc; the boys reckon with the aftermath of your kiss with eddie.
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Eddie runs after you into the reception, but you've disappeared in the crowd. He spots you standing with Nina, rigid and tense, holding her hand so tight it looks a little uncomfortable. He wants nothing more than to talk to you, to explain, but he knows not to interrupt you when you're with the bride. You would kill him for that, after you kill him for what he just did.
He finds the table and sits, but can't stay still. His knee keeps bouncing and he's biting his fingernails nonstop, even though you'd let him paint his nails black to match his suit. He continuously searches for you in the crowd but you're always beside Nina.
"Hey," Steve murmurs to him, "what's up?"
Eddie looks at him and sees that Steve is concerned for him; his heart twinges. But he just shakes his head. He looks for you again and Steve follows his gaze. Once he understands the source of Eddie's anxiety, Steve turns fully to him and gives him a grave expression. "What's wrong? Is she okay?" His voice is low and laced with worry.
"I don't know," Eddie half-whispers, half-whimpers.
Steve snaps, "What do you mean you don't know?"
"It's...it's complicated," Eddie finally settles on.
Steve opens his mouth to respond but then Eddie stands up abruptly. The room has started clapping—Nina and Mark are heading out to leave for their honeymoon. He watches as Nina gives you a long hug before she exits the reception. You immediately spin around and search the crowd. When you find what you're looking for, you walk towards it with force.
Eddie wants to intercept you but he's stopped from moving by Steve. "What do you mean you don't know?" He demands again.
Fidgeting and not keeping his eyes off you, Eddie blurts out, "I fucked up, alright? I gotta go fix it."
Steve just narrows his eyes. "Fucked up how?"
Eddie watches you get to Vickie and start talking quietly. He's losing time. He turns to Steve with a hard expression. "You don't need to know, Harrington," he warns.
"If you hurt her—"
"That's what I'm trying to fix!" Eddie yells and pushes Steve aside to get to you. You're already walking to the doors and he angles to go after you, but he's stopped again, this time by Vickie.
"Oh no you don't," she says lowly. Using unexpected strength, she pushes him backwards to the table. You disappear out the door.
Eddie looks at Vickie, panicked. "Is she okay? I need to talk to her."
"You absolutely do not." Vickie barks out a humorless laugh. "She's obviously not okay. So what you need to do is stay away from her. You too, bub." Steve had started inching away, probably to go after you as well, but freezes when Vickie points at him. "Neither of you are allowed to speak to her, look at her, even think about her."
"No!" Eddie yells as Steve shouts, "What?"
Vickie just nods seriously. "Leave her alone if you know what's good for you." With that, she grabs all her stuff, and yours as well, and stalks out of the reception. Both Eddie and Steve are preparing to walk after her but she looks over her shoulder. "Don't follow us."
So both boys just stand there, helpless.
"Eddie—" Steve's voice is angry and Eddie can't bear to hear it right now. He snatches up all his belongings and bolts from the building.
;
Eddie tries to call you all the next day but you don't answer. The one time someone does answer, it’s Vickie telling him to cut it out. So he sits at home, staring at the phone.
A little later, there's a knock on the door. Hoping it's you, Eddie jumps up and flings it open. Instead, it's Steve on his steps, drenched through from the pouring rain and absolutely seething.
"Eddie Munson," he bellows. "What the fuck did you do?"
Steve pushes inside and Eddie backs up, disappointed and nervous. "She isn't answering my calls," Steve says angrily, "she won't let me in her apartment. I can't see her at all. So now, you are going to tell me exactly what happened or I will wring your neck."
Exhaling shakily, Eddie runs a hand through his hair. He explains it all, from following you outside to finding you crying to comforting you. All the way to the kiss.
"And then I..." Eddie swallows. This is the worst part. "And then I asked her, 'What about Steve?' and she said, 'Want him too," and I—I—"
"You what?"
Eddie goes quiet. "I pushed her away and said no." Steve's jaw drops. "But I didn't mean to!"
"You didn't mean to?" Steve looks wild with the question. "If you don't like her, you could've just said that!"
"I do like her! A lot! Oh," Eddie groans in frustration. "I thought she was saying that she knew I wanted you too, not her, and—"
"So what?" Steve explodes.
Eddie blinks at him. "What?"
"So. what." Steve hisses. "She assumes you like me and so you push her away? She's like, the best person to come out to and instead you reject her?”
"I said I didn't mean to!" Eddie yells. "I didn't realize what she actually meant until too late! And then she was gone!"
"But why would you do that?"
"I panicked! It was a reflex! I haven't come out to anyone except my uncle and that was two years ago!"
"Well, I hope you're happy with yourself."
"I'm fucking not! I regret it! I've regretted it since the second she looked at me and I could see her heart breaking in her eyes! And I fucking hate myself for it!"
Then it's quiet. Both Steve and Eddie are panting hard. The eye contact is electrified between them, crackling with tension. They both want to move towards each other but neither take a step. Eventually it all settles—intensity fades, breathing evens, hearts calm. When they can look away from each other, they both do so at the same time.
Steve runs a hand through his hair as Eddie slumps onto the couch. He feels utterly defeated.
"Do you?"
Steve's voice is small and soft. He's not even looking at Eddie; he's watching the rain through the window.
"Do I what?" Eddie asks exasperatedly.
Steve swallows. He twists his mouth for a few seconds. Then he looks Eddie directly in the eye and clarifies, "Like me?"
Eddie's breath catches in his throat. Does he lie and everything goes back to normal? Or does he tell the truth and possibly change everything forever?
He goes with the latter. He wants to.
"Yes." The word is tiny, barely there. Eddie's terrified. The moment stretches and Eddie feels like he might float away he's so lightheaded.
Finally, Steve sighs. He moves forward and sits next to Eddie on the couch.
"I like you too," he admits, almost whispering.
Eddie's mind races. Steve Harrington likes him? Steve Harrington is queer?
Steve smiles a little. "I'm bi."
Eddie gapes like a fish. "I didn't know I said that out loud," he finally says. Steve laughs. He hesitantly holds his hand palm-up on his thigh and Eddie gets the hint. He slowly takes it with his own, interlocking their fingers together lightly.
"That's the first time I've officially come out," Steve says, like he's in awe. Eddie squeezes his hand. Steve continues, "Well, besides Robin. But that wasn't really coming out. It was more her coming out for me."
Eddie snorts. "Sounds like her."
"Yeah," Steve sighs.
"I'm also bi."
"I figured," Steve half-teases. Eddie rolls his eyes.
There's a minute of quiet before Steve says, "I also like her."
It's obvious who he means. "I like her too," Eddie replies, "and I can't choose between you."
He expects Steve to possibly be upset, but the other boy just says, "Me either. But I don't think we need to."
Eddie lets that run through his head. It's perfect, except...
"Except she's missing."
"Yeah." Steve swings his head to Eddie and smiles sadly. "Incomplete without her."
Eddie nods. He feels horrible still.
"Let's give her some time and space," Steve offers. At Eddie's upset expression, he adds, "I know, I feel the same. But we can't talk to her right now. We have to let her come back to us. If it's meant to be, it'll be."
Eddie leans his head on Steve's shoulder. "I hope it'll be," he murmurs.
Steve's voice is just as soft. "Me too."
chapter nine
#steddie x reader#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader#mine#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fic
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Oki dokey more posting today, I suppose.
Oke imma tell what regions these Lil goobers come from in my Pokemon Universe so let's not waste time now.
Cosmeoba, Chimactus, & Tamperyrm are all from the Kamiyama Region. (The region & some of its inhabitants are based on MO: Astray & my somewhat "future" au of of called "Mortal's Curse")
Pearilone, Paranolynx, & Nitsune are all from the Mechina Region (The region is entirely based on the Mega Man series (Well not the spin offs/official AU))
Sodakitt, Slushroom, & Laodemuas are from the Pandora Region. (A region where is a small island next to Nokudon & that is owned by the Nokudon government but clearly has its own culture.)
Also if you didn't know what the types mean here, we'll they're just the original pokemon types but in my ver + some of my added pokemon types.
Hydro = Water
Verdure = Grass
Ignite = Fire
(Both Solar & Blob are types that belong to me)
Name: All of the Starters in 3 Regions.
Characters: Cosmeoba, Pearlione, Sodakitt, Chimactus, Paranolynx, Slushroom, Tamperym, Nitsune, & Laodemuas (All Mine)
Artist: Me.
Program: IbisPaint x
Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my Blog's pinned project clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PEASE CREDIT ME!
#Fakemons#fakemon starter#pokemon#starter pokemon#OCs#Art#Pokemon: Project-N#Pandora's Curse DLC#Water Starter#Grass Starter#Fire Starter#N-Verse#NeptuniaDoesStuff
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🌸 — Yay, dia tak mati 😭
AAAAA What a relief, I almost wanna slap his head if he didn't said anything to our precious bub 😤 and awh, 2 more chapters? 🥺 Good luck, kakak! I can't wait for the spin-off series hehe <3
Jangan risau, adik! He's my ult bias, I don't have the heart to kill him off HAHAHA I can't wait to get started on them as well🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Have you ever thought of making a series out of MH circle of friends like MH JM, TH, YG and others? i mean idk i’d read Kiki’s story even, her character is very interesting i guess.
That’s so sweet you’d read it! But I think you’re the one person who would bub 🫣 can you imagine Kiko spin-off? 🤭
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My goal today is to outline the final chapter of Wrecker babies. I've been thinking a lot about what the last chapter should be and I think I'm going to end the series on a Halloween special because I'll be releasing it this Saturday of tfcon Orlando which is kind of close to Halloween and my birthday.
I wish I could write more like I used to but I'm so busy, forgive me. Not being able to write has kind of drained me a little bit because it's such a huge outlet for me. Regardless the final chapter of wrecker babies will be released in October and I appreciate everyone who supported me along the way and helping develop this cute story.
But with Wrecker babies completed I can focus on the other spin-offs and they use as pupformers isn't complete yet
Much love
Bubs
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Little Star
Summary: Ashton isn’t the only one wrapped around his little girl’s finger.
A/N: My brain child with @creator-appreciator grows.
Word Count: 2.9k
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Part 1
“I want about 6. 8. I’m gonna go hard,” Ashton’s voice said through Sam’s phone. From on the other side of the couch, Ashton’s real voice asked, “Why are you watching that interview? It’s like… 2, 3 years ago.”
“6 or 8 kids, huh?” Sam asked in lieu of answering him.
Ashton shrugged. “I mean, I dunno. Be nice I suppose. But also I was just being stupid.”
“So, like 1 would be fine for the time being?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Are you saying you want to have a baby? Like now?”
“Well… not now now. But like 9-ish months now? How would you feel about that?”
“A-are you saying what I think you’re saying? Are you pregnant? Are we having a baby?”
“I have an appointment tomorrow to confirm. But yeah. Pretty sure.”
“I-” he started, but launched himself across the couch to give her a hard kiss instead. “What time is your appointment?”
“You want to come with me?”
“Of course I want to come with you! We’re having a baby!”
“Fletch, you’re crying,” Sam said, wiping her thumb across her husband’s cheek.
“Good tears,” he sniffed, his hands rubbing along her stomach. “Oh, I can’t wait to meet you.”
~~~
Ashton’s hand tightened its grip on Sam as they heard the rapid “swwwoooop swwwoooop swwwoooop” of their baby’s heartbeat on the monitor. “You okay?” Sam chuckled, flexing her hand.
“Terrified,” he whispered back in awe. He crooked his index finger at the screen in a little wave. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m your daddy.”
Sam swallowed thickly, tears forming in her eyes. “You are already so loved, little one,” she choked out.
~~~
The wait to 12 weeks to break the news to everyone was nothing short of torture for everyone all around as Ashton and Sam didn’t trust themselves to be around their friends without blurting out the news. So when Ashton finally corralled everyone over, Calum hugged Sam tightly before slugging Ashton in the arm as hard as he could, Luke and Michael following suit, the girls much nicer in just giving the couple both a hug hello
“Ow!” Ashton hissed through his teeth, rubbing his arm. “The fuck was that for?”
“Haven’t seen you guys in like a month. So what the fuck is going on?” Calum demanded, getting straight to the point.
“Sit down. We have presents for you all to make up for being shitty friends these last few weeks,” Sam said, gesturing for them to have a seat.
“You’re not a shitty friend, princess,” Calum told her.
“Gee thanks…” Ashton rolled his eyes.
Michael laughed. “Seriously what Cal said. You guys just got married. Of course you’re gonna fall out of contact for a while.”
“Will you two shut up? If they feel bad and want to give us presents, let them give us presents!” Luke put in.
“Oh relax, you’ll get your present, partner,” Sam chuckled. “Fletch?”
“Yep, on it.” Ashton gave each couple a small little box. “They’re couple gifts, so sorry about that part. But we’re pretty sure you’ll love it.”
“Do we all open them together or?” Calum questioned.
“Yeah, you can open them all together,” Sam suggested, sitting back, excitement coursing through both her and Ashton as they awaited their friends’ reactions.
There was a sharp intake of breath as the lids popped open and the sonograms fell into laps. Then, “DIBS ON GODFATHER!” Calum, Luke, and Michael all shouted at once.
“What?! No! Fuck you guys! I’m godfather!” Calum claimed.
“Fuck you, Crystal and I are actually married too. We should be godparents.”
“Sierra and I are engaged! That should count!” Luke protested.
“No! I’m godfather. I’m original bub. Em’s is Sam’s childhood best friend. I officiated their fuckin’ wedding! I should be godfather! It makes the most sense,” Calum kept defending his stance.
“Would you three shut up?” Emily asked with an eye roll. “They’re having a fuckin’ baby!”
“Yeah, we’re supposed to be congratulating them,” Sierra put in.
“Oh, a baby!” Crystal beamed, her eyes watering. “Michael isn’t that great?!”
“See?!” Calum pointed a finger at Michael. “Your wife wants a baby! You can’t have a baby and be godfather to Ash and Sam’s baby, you greedy fuck.”
“Okay, but if Crystal and I have a baby then we should definitely be godparents because we’d be actual fuckin’ parents,” Michael pointed out.
“I want to be godfather!” Luke pouted.
“You can all be godfather,” Ashton and Sam compromised.
“Unacceptable!” the guys screeched, rising to their feet. “There’s only one way to settle this,” Calum decided. “Godfather Olympics. Diaper changing. Feeding. Taking care of one of those robot babies,” he ticked each idea off on his fingers. “And… something else. We need at least 4 in the event of a tie. Oh! Best lullaby to soothe the baby with.”
“Someone get me a tortilla, and a bottle of mustard and ketchup,” Michael said, seeming to agree with Calum’s demands. “Gotta put it in writing.”
To give them all fair enough time to write a lullaby, the events were spread out over a course of the next four months. The problem ended up being that Calum won diaper changing, Michael won feeding, and then they both tied with the robot baby. The lullaby was supposed to be the tie-breaker, but Luke pulled through for his first victory- after literally crying to Ashton to help him win at least one event.
“Well, Mike and I are still tied for first, so good job to Luke, I guess. But he still lost,” Calum said, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Yeah, that’s nice,” Sam said, not really paying attention because Duke was curled up on her swollen abdomen. “Yeah, you love your baby, don’t you Dukey?” she asked, scratching the dog’s ears. Blue was too big to lay on Sam, but the pup’s ears perked up at the word “baby” and her nose came up to nuzzle into Sam’s ribs. “Oh, yes, Blue, that’s your baby too, I know,” Sam told her, petting Blue’s head with her other hand.
“Looks like the dogs are better godparents than the actual humans,” Ashton giggled.
Sam gasped, “Fletch! That’s a great idea! What do you think, Dukey? You wanna be the baby’s godfather?”
“What?!” Luke cried in outrage. “You’re gonna pick the dogs?!”
“You lost!” Calum and Michael told him.
“So, why aren’t you angry?!”
Michael shrugged, “Honestly, it sounds like something we’d do.”
“Yeah,” Calum admitted with a sigh of defeat. “No one gets their feelings hurt this way.”
“Okay, but it’s still kinda unfair to me because I only have 1 dog,” Luke chimed back in.
“So do I,” Calum told him.
Michael snorted, “Yeah right. Blue is basically your dog like Duke is, Cal. Leaving me and you tied again at 2 a piece, and Luke with his sad 1 point.”
“Okay, but they’re dogs. They’re not gonna know the difference,” Calum said.
“So, why don’t we all just share being godfather?” Luke suggested.
Ashton shared an eye roll with Sam before going, “Genius idea, Luke! Can’t believe we didn’t think of that before.”
“I sense sarcasm.”
“Whatever,” Calum said, moving past the Godfather Olympics that declared no real winner. “Now, that we’ve decided we’re all gonna be godfather, can we know what our godkid’s name is?”
“Well, we don’t want to know the gender because Sam-” Ashton started to explain but Sam cut him off.
“Because gender is a social construct. So we’re doing it old-school and waiting.”
“Okay but do you have name ideas at least?”
Ashton smiled sheepishly, shaking his head. “We’re still figuring that out. Sorry guys.”
“A nursery theme then?”
“Space,” they both answered.
The guys nodded in agreement. “Alright, we can work with that.”
~~~
As Operation Starry Night Nursery went underway, Ashton brought up the topic of names. “We only got a couple more months until this little one makes their appearance. They kinda need a name, baby.”
“I know,” Sam said with a weary sigh. “I kinda like the name Stella if it’s a girl.”
“Stella? That’s not even your favorite All Time Low song.”
Sam laughed, smacking his chest lightly. “Not after an All Time Low song! It means ���star.’ Like how the nursery is spaced-themed.”
“Well her middle name can’t be Rosa because I don’t want people thinking I named my daughter after a beer.”
Sam gave out another snort of laughter. “No! Jesus, Fletch. Stella Grace.”
“Oh! Yeah, that’s really pretty. But what if we have a boy?”
She shrugged. “I dunno. And I don’t know if it’s because I just don’t like my ideas. Or if it’s because I don’t think we’ll need a boy name.”
“Weeeeeelllllll…” Ashton said slowly, drawing out the word, his gaze flickering over to the nightstand littered with sonogram pictures and an envelope that held the gender. “We could find out. If you want.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, “You really wanna know, huh?”
“I really do,” Ashton told her, pulling the puppy dog face. “Like so fuckin’ bad. And I know I shouldn’t. But… yeah.”
“Oh, thank God!” Sam laughed in relief. “I want to know too. Gimme the damn envelope!”
Ashton quickly gave it to her, drumming his hands on his thighs for a drum roll, adding to the effect by beatboxing a drum beat to go with it, while Sam tore into the envelope. “Baby Irwin is… a girl! We’re having a girl!” she cheered with a gleeful laugh.
Ashton let out a choked giggle, a tear sliding down his cheek as his hands flew to Sam’s stomach. “Is that what you are? Huh? Are you my little star, Stella?”
There was a ripple of movement underneath his hands that had him and Sam both giggling more. “Yeah? You like that name? Oh, there are so many people waiting to meet you, Stella. People who love you more than you’ll ever know.”
~~~
“Twinkle twinkle, little star,” Ashton sang softly as he danced slowly around the room with Stella in his arms.
“Ashton Irwin, professional rock musician, singing lullabies in a hospital room,” Sam teased lightly. “Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming.”
“If it is a dream, let me sleep,” he answered. “I don’t ever wanna wake up from this.”
“Well, get your time in now. You know once the guys get her, you’re never getting her back. Shit, Calum and Emily might move in if we’re not careful.”
Ashton chuckled at the thought. “Might just all move into Mike’s. He’s got enough rooms.”
“While that’s not half bad, I’d rather not raise my baby in a mansion. She’s gonna be spoiled enough as is. Would like her to have some semblance of normal.”
“When have we ever been normal?”
Sam laughed, “Yeah, I suppose your right. But you guys did work hard on the nursery. So we probably shouldn’t move.”
“Yeah, plus I kinda like our house.”
“Me too.”
“Knock, knock,” Calum announced softly, rapping his knuckles against the open door, Emily behind him.
“Hey,” Sam greeted with a smile. “Where’s everyone else?”
“We didn’t wanna crowd you guys, so we’re taking turns. Michael and I played Rock, Paper, Scissors for first slot.”
“And what about Luke?” Ashton asked with a giggle.
“He cheated at Godfather Olympics so he was disqualified. You’ll see him last. Now gimme da baby.” He made grabby hands before taking the bundle from Ashton, cradling the infant carefully to him. “Oh, hey there, little one. I’m your Uncle Cal. And this is your Auntie Emily.”
“Can you say hi to them, Stella?” Ashton asked in a quiet, but higher pitched tone, the type of voice one adopts around newborns.
“Stella?” Calum asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam. “That’s not your favorite All Time Low song.”
Sam facepalmed herself. “I did not name my daughter after an All Time Low song. I gave her that name because her father loves space and her name means ‘star.’ Jesus…”
“Her middle name isn’t Rosa, is it?”
“Jesus, it’s like you two are twins…” Sam said with an eye roll as Ashton busted up in a fit of giggles. “No. It’s Grace. Stella Grace.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful little girl,” Emily commented. “Now gimme that baby.”
“Fine, fine,” Calum huffed, handing over Stella. “Oh, Mike said he had news. Won’t tell us what. Said he wanted to tell you guys first.
“Oh?” Ashton and Sam asked.
Calum shrugged. “No idea. But he seems excited.”
The rest of the short visit passed in silence aside from the cooed voices at Stella, asking her if she knew that she was the cutest little girl. At the fifteen minute mark, Michael appeared in the doorway with Crystal and a teddy bear. “Time’s up, Cal,” Michael said with a knowing smirk.
“Kiss ass,” Calum scoffed, jerking his chin at the teddy bear.
“It’s not from us,” Michael answered innocently.
“Whatever,” Calum rolled his eyes playfully. He crossed the room to give Sam a kiss on the cheek. “Congratulations, princess. She’s gorgeous just like her momma.”
“Thanks, bub. Em. See you guys later?”
“Yeah, we’ll all visit again when you guys get settled back home,” Emily promised.
“So who’s this?” Michael asked, taking Stella from Calum in a gentle manner and Calum and Emily made their exit.
“This is Stella Grace. And Stella, this is your Uncle Mike and Auntie Crystal,” Ashton introduced.
“Oh, well aren’t you precious!” Crystal exclaimed, tears brimming in her eyes. “Isn’t she the sweetest, Michael?”
“Yeah, she’s a cutie,” Michael agreed. “Hey, Stella, we brought you a present. Only it’s not from us. It’s from a friend of yours, actually.”
“Yeah, Cal said you had news? Is that tied to the bear?” Sam prompted.
“Yeah. So, when you guys announced you were pregnant, Crystal and I got to talking. And we didn’t want to feel like we were trying to upstage you guys or anything, so we kept talking. But then talking got carried away. And… well, I'm sure you can guess.”
“Pregnant?” Sam croaked at Crystal.
Crystal nodded shyly. “Yeah. Just passed the three month mark.”
“Oh, that’s great!” Ashton said with a big smile, clapping Michael on the shoulder, before giving Crystal a tight hug.
“Oh, congratulations, guys!” Sam told them. “Another little one, Fletch, can you believe it? Stella, you’re getting a cousin!”
Stella opened her mouth in a tiny yawn, making Michael giggle with glee. “Yeah, that’s right! We’re getting a friend just for you. They won’t be here for a bit to say hello, so they asked if we could give you this teddy bear for now. Is that okay? Can the teddy bear be your friend until your real friend gets here?”
“That’s fuckin’ awesome, Mike. I’m so happy for you guys,” Ashton said, his cheeks sore from his grin.
“Thanks, mate.” Michael gave Stella over to Crystal, and then sat down on the hospital bed next to Sam, pulling her towards him in a side hug. “I think I officially won on the nicknames, queen. You got quite the princess over there.”
Sam laughed in agreement, “Yeah, I think you did too. Just don’t tell Cal.”
He held up a pinky for her to interlock hers with. “It’ll be our little secret.”
“Is it my turn yet?” Luke’s voice piped up.
“Get in here,” Ashton beckoned, wrapping an arm around Luke’s shoulder. “Come meet Stella.”
“Aw, cuz she’s a star!” Sierra connected the dots.
“Huh, I thought it was cuz of All Time Low.” Michael shrugged. “Oh well.”
“Jack Barakat from All Time Low?” Luke asked with a dumb grin.
“Oh, shit!” Ashton said, clapping a hand to his back pocket for his phone. “That reminds me I have people to call. Fuck, Mum’s gonna be so pissed I spaced… I’ll be right back. Baby, you good?”
“Yeah, I’m good, Fletch.”
When Crystal handed Stella to Luke, he made big eyes over at Sierra. “Oh! Can we have one?!” he pleaded.
“Funny story,” Michael coughed.
Sierra tore her eyes away from Stella to shoot Crystal a look. “Are you pregnant?!”
“13 weeks tomorrow,” Crystal confirmed.
Luke broke down sobbing, and from the hallway they heard an angry, “Oh, come on!” from Calum before the man appeared in the room. “Luke found out before me?! Luke?!” he whisper-shouted at Michael.
“What were you doing in the hallway?” was the deflection.
“Well, after you came in here, I went to the gift shop since how someone broke the no gift rule. And when I went to the waiting room, Luke was gone, so I figured he was here.”
“Wait, we were allowed to bring gifts?” Luke asked in confusion, passing Stella to Sierra. “Damn it! No one tells me anything!”
“You’re telling me! Mike, seriously? Luke?!”
“We were planning on telling everyone later on. With the exception of Ash and Sam of course,” Crystal explained. “But Luke just asked Sierra for a baby, so it slipped out.”
“I guess that’s fair…” Calum huffed.
“Wait, so are we allowed to bring gifts or not?” Luke repeated his question.
“No,” Calum and Michael told him. “Mike and Crystal broke the rule on a technicality. Their gift to Stella is really from their baby. And the gift shop sucks. Can find better shit online for half the price,” Calum furthered explained. “Where’d Ash go?”
“I stepped out to call my Mum,” Ashton said from behind Calum. “She wants pictures. Sam, you up for that?”
“Yeah, I’m good, Fletch.”
“Alright, family photo time. Get in,” Ashton directed and set up his camera, before sitting on the other side of Sam and taking Stella from Sierra. “Say ‘twinkle twinkle little star.’”
“Twinkle twinkle, little star!” everyone grinned as the camera went off in a series of little spurts.
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the road to the altar: the proposal ✧ ari levinson
let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series | pinterest board | ao3
pairing: biker!ari levinson x single mom!reader
summary: ari pops the question.
word count: 1,172
warnings?: i sobbed while writing this so that’s all you really need to know, fluff, pet name (sweetpea)
Countdown to the Big Day: Seven Hundred and Thirty Days
“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” you giggled, reaching up to grab Ari’s hand that rested on your shoulder.
He had blindfolded you when he picked you up for your date, insisting that every step of the way had to be a surprise. It was your first anniversary, and Ari was dead set on making sure it was “as perfect as you are”, as he’d put it. And you indulged in it, because goddammit you loved being spoiled rotten by him.
“You don’t seem to understand what a surprise is, do ya, sweetpea?” he teased. “We’re almost there. Promise.”
“I feel like we’ve been walking for hours!”
“It’s been five minutes!” he laughed. “Okay, okay, we’re here.”
Ari slowly undid the knot he’d tied and removed the blindfold. You blinked quickly, your eyes adjusting to the flood of light. You were at a gazebo in the park. Ari took you here often when you’d go on dates, spinning you ‘round and ‘round in his arms. It was now covered in twinkling lights, an array of flower petals spread out on the floor. And, standing in the middle of the gazebo, was Liam.
You looked back at Ari. “What’s going on?”
“Shh, sweetpea. Trust me.”
He led you into the gazebo, his hand resting on the small of your back. A bundle of nerves settled in the pit of your stomach. What was happening? Why was he being so secretive?
And then—
Ari knelt down in front of Liam. “Hey, kiddo. I got an important question I gotta ask you, if that’s alright.”
Liam nodded.
“I love your mom a lot. I’ve never loved anyone more than I’ve loved her.”
He glanced back at you, smiling softly, then looked back to Liam. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth. Tears pricked at your eyes as you realized what was happening, what Ari was around to ask.
He continued, “She makes me the happiest man in the whole. And I’ve loved making her just as happy as she’s made me. And I wanna spend my whole life making her that happy. Y’know, a while ago, you asked me if I was going to marry her, and I told you I would one day. But, before I ask her, I gotta ask you first because you’re the most important guy in her life. Can I marry your mom?”
Liam grinned from ear to ear, throwing his arms around Ari’s neck. “I thought you’d never ask!”
“You mean it, bub? ‘Cause I wanna make both of you happy and—”
“Marry her! You don’t got a choice!” Liam said.
Ari chuckled, squeezing Liam tight. “Thank you, bub.”
Then he turned to you, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a velvet ring box. “Sweetpea, from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were it for me. I took one look at you and just knew that if there was ever anyone who could love me as much as I love them, it was you. You...You made me feel more alive than I had in years.” Tears started to flow down his face. You could stop yourself from kneeling down in front of him, cupping his face in your hands, wiping the tears away with the pads of your thumbs. “I used to think that there was nothing out there for me. That I’d live alone and I’d die alone. But, sweetpea, you make me excited every day. I wake up and I think about how I can’t wait to be with you, even if we’re just wandering the aisles at the grocery store and you’re asking me to reach up and grab the last box of Rice Chex ‘cause you can’t reach it.”
“You’re really good at grabbing things from tall shelves,” you giggled.
“And I’d be happy to get things off the top of the shelf for you for the rest of my life, sweetpea. I used to look at Bucky and Sarah and wonder how someone could be that happy with someone else. What it felt like to love that strongly. And now I know, and I don’t ever wanna let that go. I’ve always wanted to do this at your pace, sweetpea, wait for you to be ready for the next step, but I can’t wait for this anymore. I wanna wake up every morning with you in my arms, make you breakfast, and kiss you goodbye as we go to work. I wanna come home and know that you’re gonna be there. I waited so long for someone like you to come into my life, and I can’t wait any longer to live my life with you.”
“Oh my god, please marry me, Ari,” you choked out.
“That’s my line, sweetpea,” he laughed. “But will you? Marry me?”
He opened the ring box, revealing the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen. It was a rose gold band, with vines wrapping around it, coming to a stunning moss agate stone.
“I will. I will, a thousand times over,” you said, leaning forward and kissing him softly. “I love you so much.”
Ari pulled away slightly, taking the ring out of the box and slowly putting it on your finger, his pretty blue eyes shiny with tears. “I love you, too, sweetpea. So much more than you can understand.”
“IT’S ABOUT TIME!”
“Shh, Sam, don’t ruin the moment!”
“How has she not noticed us yet?”
Your head whipped around, seeing Sam, Bucky, and Sarah hiding a few feet away. Bucky was holding a camera—you realized Ari had probably asked him to take pictures. And that that was how Liam got there, that the sleepover he was supposed to be having was actually a clever ruse.
“Guys!” you pushed yourself back up to your feet and running over. You reached Sarah first, throwing your arms around her. “I can’t believe you’re here!”
“We wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Sarah said. “It’s not every day your best friend gets engaged.”
“And we didn’t give Ari a choice,” Sam added, joining the hug. “Said we were showing up whether he wanted us here or not.”
“I actually didn’t even tell Sam,” Ari joked, walking over with Liam. “I’m just as shocked as you that he’s here.”
“Oh, c’mon, let’s not pretend that you didn’t ask me to help you pick out the ring and asked me to hold onto it until today,” Sam said. “Do you like it?”
“It’s a beautiful ring,” you said, glancing over at Ari and smiling. “You did a great job.”
“Thank you, thank you. And congratulations,” Sam said.
“Thank you,” you said. You looked over at Ari. “So, how ‘bout we all go out for some food? ‘Cause all that crying’s got me starving.”
“Of course, sweetpea. Anything for my beautiful fiancée.”
“Ooh I like the sound of that.”
“Better not get too attached, though, ‘cause I’m gonna soon be calling you my beautiful wife.”
THE RING:
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I love you, mum
Remus Lupin x Reader
Requested - Noppe
Summary - Remus Lupin was the love of your life, right? You thought so, that was, until he came home from an order mission finding you pregnant and hating it with his entire being. Can you handle that?
Trigger Warning - cursing, mentions of abortion, mentions of pregnancy, rude as hell Remus.
This one is kinda lengthy, so, fairwarning. I'ma make it a series, so, Part 1!
There he stood, right before you, his bag packed as your eyes watered. "I know 'm love, but you know how the order is. I don't get to pick when I go." He took you into his arms, his hand immediately running through your hair.
You both were 24 now, honestly surprised with the way time had flown by even with the pending war surrounding you. He, James, and Sirius were going to investigate a lead, one that involved the fourth member of their family from Hogwarts, Peter.
The night Peter was trusted with James, Lily, and Harry's lives, Voldemort had shown up, prepared to murder them in cold blood. The only thing stopping him that night was that you, Remus, and Sirius paid a surprise visit to your favorite new family, wanting Harry to experience a Halloween as normal as you all could make it.
Harry had been zooming through on his broom in his Kinmare Kestrels costume, the five of you cheering him on as if he was in the middle of a quidditch game himself. Voldemort had made himself known quite quickly, assuming the three of them were on their own, but was met with a small army, prepared to protect your family.
Now, Remus was leaving to go find Peter, along with looking into how deep his dedicated now lied with the monster attempting to rule your world.
"I'm going to be back before you know it. I'll be nice and safe, and I'll be home after this months turn, so we won't even have to worry about that when I come home." You nodded, but teared up at that.
"But, who'll patch you up and kiss all your bruises?" You asked softly, pushing back some of his hair to gaze into his eyes. "'M sure James and Sirius will be more than happy to help me out like they used to, although I don't think either will kiss the bruises - not that I'd want them to." He grimaced at the thought of one of his two best friends kissing each healing wound on his skin after a horrible night of turning.
"Just, come back safe, okay? Don't do anything stupid, don't let Sirius talk you into doing something irrational, don't let James cry too much about Lily and Harry either, please. I can't even imagine how they're doing. Just come back safe to me." You kissed him softly, pulling him closer to your body, only wrapped in a robe, holding him as close to you as you could.
"Of course sweets. You be safe too, go see Lily and Harry, go see Molly and the kids, don't stay cooped up in here missing me. I'm sure Molly would love to bake with you and I'm sure Lily would be more than happy to eat at much as she can, especially now that we all know she's pregnant again." He laughed softly, kissing your forehead.
"Okay, okay, go, before I lock you in the house and break your wand so you can't leave." He chuckled, wiping a few stray tears from your face as he kissed you one last time before moving to leave the comfort of the home the two of you built together.
Five minutes without him had you sobbing and feeling empty.
Six days without him had you throwing up.
Two weeks without him had you taking a pregnancy test.
Two weeks and three minutes without him had you sobbing as the plus sign on the test.
Three weeks without him had you hiding it from your best friend.
Four weeks without him had you looking for the baggiest of his sweaters and wishing he would finally come home.
Five weeks without him had you shaking in fear, fear of your growing stomach and fear of the second turn he would be fulfilling away from home.
Six weeks without him had you going to the appointment without him, without anyone knowing.
Six weeks and two days without him had you sobbing.
Six weeks, two days, and thirty four minutes had you screaming in joy as you wrapped your arms and legs around his warm hold, clutching onto him with dear life.
"Remus John Lupin!" You yelled, tears falling harder as you felt the worries of him being dead in a hole left your shoulders.
"Oh my sweet love, I've got you, yeah? I've finally got you." He whispered. Your arms were tight on his frame, holding him like you were afraid this was a dream, for him to fade away and leave you once more.
He had walked you to your bed, sitting on it with you set in his arms, his nose sniffing your hair, letting your scent calm him and moony. "Oh my girl, I've missed you so much." He whispered, your tears finally slowing. "I've missed you, bubs." You whispered, your eyes meeting his to press your lips upon his, holding his face close to yours.
Silence filled the room, his hands wandering your skin, making sure each inch of it was the same as he remembered. He didn't falter, until his hands slipped under his sweater, feeling the bump under his hands.
"The fuck?" He whispered, pulling away from you. "What's going on?" He asked you, his eyes sharp on your own.
"Um." You said, your head falling and you stared at your hands. "'M pregnant, Moons." You whispered, moving off of his lap to lift up the warm fabric, showing him your bump. "Twins." You said softly, looking up into his eyes.
"You're joking." He said, his voice void of emotion, it staying the same pitch with each syllable.
"Does it look like I'm joking? You're staring at the bump. I haven't told anyone, waiting for you to get home." You were waiting for a smile to break out on his face, for his eyes to light up, for him to wrap you in his arms once more and spin you and gently as he could before bending down and kissing your belly once - twice - three times.
But, it didn't happen.
Two minutes after he knew had you silent.
Three minutes after he knew had you shuffling back from foot to foot.
Four minutes after he knew had your eyes welling up with tears.
Five minutes after he knew had you breaking the silence, your voice louder than expected.
"Say something, Rem!" You yelled, flinching at the sound of your own tone.
"I - uh." He said, one of his hands moving down his face to attempt to shake the shock from it. "No." He said after another moment, standing up and moving across the room.
"No, we aren't having a kid, let alone two! No!" He paced back and forth, shaking his head. "No way. We're gonna have to figure something else out." He spoke, stopping to think, his face pointing up at the sky. "I'm sure there's something we can do to fix this." He said, finally turning to look at you.
"Fix this? There is nothing to fix, you prick!" You yelled, tears falling once more, but for a much different reason. "I'm fucking pregnant, this isn't something you fix!"
His eyes grew angry, glaring at you like never before. "You know how I feel about having kids! No!" He shouted, his tone matching yours.
"Fuck you." You whispered, shaking your head. You picked your wand up from your bedside table, flicking it once before a suitcase appeared and clothes began filling into it.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice monotoned once more.
"Leaving." You spoke the word, shivering at the idea of it. But, once the bag was packed, your hand wrapped around it's handle, you quickly turned on your heel, unsure of apparating out of the flat while pregnant.
"Where are you going?" His voice was slightly softer now, the actions of the moment catching up to him.
Before exiting the place you called home, more so, leaving the person you called home, you whispered. "I dunno."
Your wand was held out, summoning the Knight Bus, letting you onto it and paying the fee before looking at the man before you.
"Where to?" He asked, his left eyebrow raised at you.
You didn't think you could go to Lily and James, not wanting to face Lily's wrath towards Remus along with her hurt for not knowing about your pregnancy. You couldn't turn to Sirius, knowing he would hate his best friend in a way you could never want for the man you loved.
"The burrow, please."
The bus took you there after dropping off the two people before you, assisting you with your bag to the front door before disappearing.
Your hand shook as you knocked, but heard the pitter patter of the feet of her many children before a yell from the woman herself. "I don't know who's at the door! Charlie can you please change Ginny!"
The door flung open, revealing the woman to you. "Oh! Y/n!" She spoke, her face breaking out into a warm, wonderful smile before letting you in. "I haven't seen you for a little while, I was about to send an owl your way." She said, leading you into the home and back into the kitchen where the smell of Mince Pies filled your nose.
"'M sorry, Molly. A lots happened."
With tears in your eyes, you stood before Molly, the woman you saw as your own mother. The woman who celebrated with you when Remus asked you out. The woman who held you when you cried after your first argument with the man. The woman you had planned to tell about your pregnancy, but feeling your heart break each day you waited to tell her.
You had it all planned out. You were going to show up with Remus, once he found out and the two of you celebrated, wearing a sweater that covered your bump - much like the one you still wore. You would be holding two bags, one for each of the parents you loved so much, with a shirt for them both with the words "first time grandparent" on it.
But now, you had to tell this woman that you had kept your pregnancy from her for this long, your spouse had practically told you to get rid of the babies, and that you had left him.
"Molly, I'm pregnant." You whispered, pulling his sweater up to show the adamant bump. "And Remus wants me to get rid of them, so I left him." Your voice was breaking, shaking, and terrified of what you were to do now.
Her eyes filled with tears of her own, her arms wrapping around your frame and holding you to her. Molly Weasley: Best Hugs. She held you for a minute, letting your sobs fall from your body, holding your shaking frame. Once you calmed down as much as she thought you would, she sat you down on the kitchen chairs.
"Oh, sweet girl. I'm so sorry." Her wand flicked, bringing you a warm cup of tea before she settled in the seat beside you. "You're more than welcome to stay here. We can move Charlie in with Bill and you can take his room. You know you're more than welcome to." Her voice was soft and sincere, looking at you with the look you wished your fiance had looked at you with. Her hand reached to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear before moving it down to press softly against your growing stomach.
"Molly, you know I can't do that. I wouldn't want to put Charlie out of his room. Plus, I'm going to be getting bigger and eating more soon, I don't want to be in the way." You explained, watching as she shook her head. "In no way would you be in the way. Plus, I'd love to be here with you through this!" She exclaimed, taking your hand in hers.
"Honestly, Molly, I don't want him to find me." You admitted softly, your heart hurting at the truth. You hated how he had talked to you, how easily it was for him to suggest he "took care of it". It hurt you to your core. He was the man you thought would stand beside you through everything. Through the fears of financial trouble, through the happiness of your own home, through your pregnancy. But now, you were all alone. Your soul felt cold, the warmth he provided now long gone, leaving a feeling as cold as the harshest winter in it's place.
"Oh, honey, I understand." She said softly, nodding.
After another minute or two with the wonderful woman, you looked at her. "Molly, could I use some parchment and a quill? And your owl? I wanna write to Lily." You said softly, hating to intrude, but knowing that with one person told, that would soon turn into two, then 9, then everyone else you could imagine.
"Of course love! Of course! Bill, bring me some parchment and a quill please, y/n needs it!"
Bill soon came in, hanging you the items you requested before rushing back outside to play with his siblings. "You can go sit in the living room and write, okay?" She pushed back your hair, smiling at you before allowing you to walk off, going to write a letter for James and Lily, along with one for Sirius.
Your hand was shaking as you pondered what to write to your best friends. How do you explain that you're pregnant with their best friend's kids, that he doesn't want them, and that you've left him, all in the same day that they got home?
You set your fears aside and wrote to your best friends, letting everything out that you could.
Dear Lily and James
I'm so glad you're safe, James, I was so incredibly worried. I'm so happy you're back home with Lily and Harry.
You guys might be wondering why I'm not using our owl, that's actually what I was writing you about. I left Remus. Before you're freaking out and such, I'm also pregnant. He wanted me to "take care of it". His words, not mine.
It's twins. I don't know the genders yet, but I'm 6 weeks along. Absolutely huge though. That's a lie, I just feel huge. I can still wear one of his sweaters to cover the bump. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, Lils. I wanted to wait until Rem got home and us be able to tell you both together. Don't worry, I'm writing Sirius about it too.
I don't know where I'm gonna stay, if I'm being honest with you. I'm at Molly's right now, but I'm not staying long. I'm not staying at yours either - especially not with you pregnant too Lily, and with Harry. I can't do that to you guys. Plus, like I told Molly, I don't want Remus to know where I am.
I know that might seem wrong, but he wants me to get rid of them. I can't ever do that. They are apart of me, apart of us both. I'm growing these two precious beings that are half of us and full of our love - well, my love. How am I supposed to look him in the eyes and see him hate me as I grow our kids.
I'll write you both after I'm settled somewhere, but this will be my only letter until then. I love you both so, so much. Give Harry a kiss from me.
You folded the letter up and wrote one quite similar to Sirius before tying them to Errol and sending him off to your three best friends.
You stood and waddled back to find Molly with Fred and George outside, scolding them for attempting to get Ron to fly on their broom and hit the Bludger before it hit him.
"This is what I have to look forward to, huh?" You asked, a light smile on your face.
"Oh yeah, they're twice the trouble." She laughed, smiling. Fred and George smiled at that, proud to have caused Mischief in their family. "But they give you twice the love." She spoke, watching as they ran off while their mother was distracted.
The two off you walked towards the house once more, talking. "Did you decide what you want to do?" She asked finally, looking at you.
"I'm going to the states. I have some family there that I want to go visit, one with a guest house that I can stay in. I owled to them when I sent Lily and James one." You stood before her, tears welling up.
"You better come see me all the time still, send me pictures of you growing. Send me the address so we can come see you, especially in America! Don't let me go without seeing you growing my grandbabies." You nodded, wrapping her up in your hold.
"I won't, I swear. I'll send you so many owls, you're gonna think I am living with you." She kissed your temple, holding your cheeks.
"Okay, I put your bag upstairs in Bill's room, just as a precaution. Do you want me to go get it or-" she was cut off with a frantic knock, the hits not stopping.
"I'll go get it, that sounds urgent." You both laughed softly, your swollen feet carrying you up the stairs and to Bill's room, grabbing your suitcase before heading down the stairs.
"Molly, where is she. I just want to see her." You heard Lily speak, her voice hurried.
"Sirius, let me go! She's in there, I know she is!" Remus yelled, his voice carrying up the stairs.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." You mumbled, looking around the stairs for some kind of hidden passage. It's a wizard and witch house, how is there not a hidden passage?" You reached for your wand, your eyes squeezing shut as you realized you set it down to write to your friends.
"Stop it! All four of you!" Molly yelled, her voice sharp. "There is a woman in my home who is pregnant and does not need this kind of stress. Now, I will ask her if and who she would like to see."
While she was speaking, you creeped down the rest of the stairs and slipped into the living room, grasping your wand.
"Worse than my own kids, I swear." You heard her mumble before walking towards the living room. "Y/n, dear? I'm sure you've heard them by now but the boys and Lily -" she cut herself off, her eyes finding you holding your wand and suitcase, your eyes welled up with tears and your lip between your teeth.
"I love you, Mum." You whispered, before clutching your belly in protection with your arm holding your suitcase, apparating from the warm home.
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Harry taking care of you when you’re ill
A/n: thought I would write a quick little drabble, because I have a cold and I wish H was here to take care of me! Not proofread, pls don’t copy my work, notes would be much appreciated 🤍
Warnings: just some fluffy fluff
You woke up feeling absolutely terrible, you had a runny nose and sore throat, your sinuses were killing you and to top it all of the other side of the bed was cold because Harry was long gone, having to get up at the crack of dawn to get to the studio.
You didn’t want to move out of your spot, but you really needed to pee and decided you really didn’t want to wet the bed. Moving through to the bathroom you caught yourself in the mirror, your eyes were puffy, nose a bright shade of red, you face a little pale. You groaned you always hated getting colds, having to breathe out of your mouth because your nose was blocked, and food never really tasted the same at times like this.
After peeing, and blowing your nose and brushing your teeth, you decide to take a quick shower to slight soothe your now aching muscles, once you finished you put in a pair of Harry sweats and a jumper of his, drying the hair the best you could with the towel then plopping down on the bed once again. You really wanted a hug from him right now, but the smell of his cologne and the comfort of cuddling his pillow would have to do until he got back.
A little while later you receive a message from him
H ♥️: ‘Hey baby, how are you on this fine day? X
Y/n: I’m okay, I have a cold so I think I’m going to stay in bed all day, how’s the album coming along? X
H ♥️: are you sure your okay, I can leave early if you want me to, don’t want you suffering alone all day. X
Y/n: no honestly bub it’s okay, I’m sure I’ll be able to survive a few more hours without you. X
You smile because you knew he would literally drop everything to come home and take care of you, even if it was just a little cold.
H ♥️: okay, make sure you eat and get plenty of fluids down you, there’s some medicine in the cupboard aswell, I’ll be back before you know it, and to answer you last question the albums coming on great, can’t wait to show you it, I love you baby! X
Harry was a bit concerned for his girl, he knew that you would be fine, but he didn’t like the thought of you being by yourself all day, he knew he would have to try to push it to the back of his head, cause otherwise he would get absolutely no work done.
Y/n: Well I for one can’t wait to hear it, and yes I will make sure I eat and drink lots, I love you too H. X
After your conversation you decided to go and get some toast feeling like that was the only thing you could handle right now and some fresh orange juice, you go back up stairs after grabbing a couple of bottles of water, switching on a Netflix series trying to get comfortable.
This is how you spent most of the day, the more time that passed the more you missed Harry, you had been going hot and cold at various points, you swear you had sneezed about 10 time last in the past half hour, and you even started to feel a bit nauseous even after doing what Harry said. You took some medicine a couple of hours ago but that didn’t really do anything and you couldn’t have any more for a while, the tissue box on your bedside table always slowly dwindling down, you were starting to get frustrated now, all you wanted was to be comfy for more than 5 minutes, but your body wasn’t having any of it.
When Harry crept through the door, thinking you might have fallen asleep he was hugely mistaken, you had the duvet cocooned around yourself so only your face was visible, your lips in a big pout and your little red nose ‘oh baby’ he said making you spin your head round only noticing he was stood in the door with a bag in his hands only after he said those words, you sighed in relief fishing your hands from the duvet and then making grabby hands for him.
He gladly made his way over to you, putting the bag down along the way, he unwrapped the duvet a bit so he could properly hug you ‘I missed you today bub’, you sniffled out.
‘I missed you too baby, let me check your temperature and make sure you don’t have a fever yeah’ he quickly went to the bathroom to get the thermometer before returning to you, turning it on and placing it in your mouth.
‘Keep still for a minute angel’ he gently stroked your cheek, noticed they your face was a bit paler than usual.
Once the thermometer beeped he checked it ‘not looking bad baby, you don’t have a fever at least’ he smiles at you ‘oh I nearly forgot’, he reached down towards the bag before spilling the contents onto the bed, there was vapour rub, your favourite movie, some soup and snacks that your mum used to get you if you were ill when you were little, some more medicine and a box of tissues.
You smile a wide smile, your dimples nearly popping ‘Thankyou soo much bub, your the bestest’.
‘That’s okay angel, anything for my girl’
He leans down, his eyes on your lips, in which you abruptly stop him ‘I don’t want you to get sick too’
‘Well baby, I’ve taken the next few days off to take care of you, but if I have to get sick in order to kiss you then we will just have to have a cold together’
He says not even giving you chance to respond as he kisses your lips, you kiss back with all the energy you have at this point, truly grateful for your loving boyfriend.
After a while you two pull away, ‘you know you would have made and excellent doctor’ she states out of the blue.
‘You think baby, in fact I think Doctor Styles has a nice ring to it don’t you think’ he smiles down making you chuckle.
After a while both you and Harry were settled down in bed in your pyjamas, he warmed up the soup and made you some tea, and you surprisingly didn’t feel nauseous after eating it, he then took the task of putting vapour rub on your chest even though you told him you could do it yourself, but he insisted. You felt a lot better, and it made Harry happy seeing a smile on your face. You were watching your favourite movie as you were laid on Harry’s warm chest, the duvet wrapped round both your bodies, you finally felt comfortable for the first time today and not in need to shuffle around or constantly grab a tissue.
Harry could see that you were trying to fight the sleep trying to take over your body ‘go to sleep baby, I’ve got you’ you instantly complied, closing your eyes, wrapping your arms tighter around him, his hands soothingly rubbing up and down your back.
‘I love you bub’ you say on the brink of sleep
I love you to the moon and back angel’
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I’m Having Your Baby - Dad!Owen x Female Reader
Request: NONE
Word Count: 1314 words
Summary: Part 1 of the Dad!Owen series, you find out you’re pregnant and can’t wait to tell Owen
Warnings: swearing, brief mention of unprotected s*x, idk if it really needs a warning but you and owen are only dating not married/engaged
A/N: okay here we go, the beginning of Dad!Owen !!! I’m actually so excited to do this lil series with you guys, we’ve been discussing it so much over the last few days that i have a billion different ideas in my head 😂
hope you enjoy it and make sure to send in any baby name ideas, we currently have 8 different suggestions :)
“Holy shit.” You whispered to yourself as you picked up the plastic test, your heart racing. The result was obvious, two pink lines staring back at you. You were pregnant.
“There’s no way.” You sat down on the floor, the test still gripped in your hand. It had to be a mistake, you and your boyfriend Owen were always so careful. The times when you hadn’t used a condom you were always sure to take the morning after pill. But clearly one time it hadn’t worked.
You shook your head in disbelief, standing up quickly and shoving the test into your pocket. You had to be completely sure before you told Owen, you knew how much he had always wanted to be a dad. The boy had baby fever big time, always sending you tiktoks of babies, and dragging you over to look at the baby supplies whenever you went out anywhere. It would kill him if you told him you thought you were pregnant and then you later found out you weren’t.
You exited the bathroom quickly, pulling on your shoes, thankful that Owen was on set for most of the day and that you didn’t have to worry about him or Charlie questioning what you were up to.
You grabbed your purse and keys and headed out of the apartment, locking the door behind you and opting to take the stairs instead of standing around waiting for the elevator.
You made it out of the building in record time, rushing across the street to the drug store and heading back into the aisle you had visited that morning, convinced that you weren’t pregnant but just wanting to confirm it.
You stopped in front of the shelf, grabbing as many different tests as you could find. You were probably going overboard but it was better to be safe than sorry.
You headed over to the counter, ignoring the sympathetic look the cashier gave you as she scanned your items, and paid quickly, grabbing the bag to rush back across the street.
Once back in the apartment you locked yourself in the bathroom, pouring out the tests, six different brands in total, not including the one you had already taken.
You quickly did the tests, setting up a timer before sinking to the floor again. You had just under an hour until Owen got home, and if you were really pregnant there was no way you’d be able to hide it from him for long, nor did you want to. But the question was, how do you tell him? Should it be a casual thing, where you just hand him the test? Or should you go all out?
Your thoughts were cut off by the timer sounding, and you stood up, taking a deep breath before picking up the first test.
Positive.
You took another shaky breath, grabbing the second one.
Positive.
Third one.
Positive.
By this point there was no way it was a false alarm, but you wanted to be sure anyways, grabbing the last three tests.
All positive.
A single tear ran down your face as you placed a hand to your stomach.
“Hi baby, I’m your mama.” You whispered, frightened to talk any louder. “I’m gonna take such good care of you, me and your Daddy are gonna love you to bits.”
You took another deep breath, before cleaning up, throwing all the packaging back into the drug store bag, and hiding the positive tests in your empty toiletries bag under the sink. You’d come back for them later. You threw the bag into the bin, before washing your hands and leaving the bathroom, sitting down on the edge of your bed gently.
Now the only thing to worry about was how to tell Owen.
By the time the boys had gotten home you had the perfect plan to tell Owen. The minute he stepped through the door you grabbed onto his arm.
“I need to grab some things at the store, do you wanna come Bubs?” You questioned and he nodded quickly, following you out the door and into the elevator.
“Are you okay?” He questioned, eyeing you carefully. You swallowed slightly before nodding.
“Yeah I’m all good, why do you ask?” You replied, feigning ignorance to your clearly anxious mood. He shrugged, pulling you into a tight hug.
“You just seem kinda stressed out.” He muttered into your hair.
“I’m okay.” You reassured him, kissing his shoulder gently. The doors opened and you stepped out into the car park, heading over to Owen’s car and hopping in.
“So where to?” He questioned.
“I just need to grab some new jeans, mine are getting a little tight.” You told him, trying to stop yourself from smiling. He nodded, not even noticing the small grin on your face, too focused on pulling the car out of the parking spot.
He placed his hand on your knee as you drove, the small gesture calming you slightly, but not entirely. You knew exactly what would happen when you got to the store, you were counting on it, and you couldn’t wait for him to know.
As predicted the minute you walked into the clothing store Owen was pulling you towards the baby clothes. You shook your head slightly, so glad that your boyfriend was so predictable.
You stood back and watched as he looked at the clothes, his eyes lingering on a tiny pink dress with three little ghosts on the top.
“Babe look how cute this is!” He exclaimed, pointing to the dress. You smiled.
This was it.
“Super cute. Maybe we should get that for our little one.” You said casually. Owen nodded before freezing, his eyes widening as he looked at you.
“What did you say?” He questioned, taking a stop closer to you, his eyes filled with hope and tears. You tried to contain your smile.
“I said, maybe we should get that for our little one.” You repeated. His eyes flicked to your stomach.
“Y/N...” He started, trailing off. “Are you...”
You pulled the original test out of your pocket, placing it in his shaking hand.
“You’re gonna be a dad O.” You whispered. He stared at you with wide eyes.
“I’m gonna be... You’re...” He stopped. “What the fuck.”
A massive grin appeared on his face and he grabbed onto you, lifting you up and spinning you around. You laughed as he placed you down.
“I’m gonna be a dad!” He exclaimed, bouncing slightly. “I can’t believe this... How?”
“When a woman and a man love each other very much-” You started. He rolled his eyes.
“I know how babies are made Y/N.” He replied and you grinned.
“Oh I’m glad, that would have been an awkward conversation to have.” You teased, and he poked his tongue out at you, before placing a hand on your stomach.
“We’re really having a baby?” He asked, his voice soft. You nodded.
“We’re really having a baby.” You assured him. He lent down and kissed you gently.
“I love you.” He murmured against your lips.
“I love you too.” You replied, before stepping away. “Now, I really need to get those jeans.”
He slid the pregnancy test into his pocket, before lacing his hand in yours. You started to walk but he stopped, turning back around.
“What?” You questioned as he dropped your hand, walking back to where you had been standing. He grabbed onto the tiny pink ghost dress, picking it up and bringing it back to you.
“Just in case.” He said once he reached you. You grinned.
“Okay but only this one thing.” You told him. He nodded happily, letting you drag him off to the women’s clothing area.
And for once he didn’t complain when you took forever in the changing rooms, too busy happily staring at the tiny dress in his hands.
#owen joyner#owen patrick joyner#dad!owen#owen joyner x reader#dad owen is the best owen#reader insert#dad!owen series
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So- I’ve been going through your blog for a few weeks now and reading your fics, but I just watched Endgame. I watched it yesterday and I need some comfort fics where it’s soft and the boys are in love because I feel attacked by the Russos and extremely disappointed 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 any fics you can recommend for a poor lost soul????
Hey there gorgeous Nonnie,
Oh, endgame will leave you in a nasty place for sure, but yes honey, I have a few fics that will put you right.
Here is a little list of fluffy fun for you, read and get your happy stucky vibes back. And let's pretend that other nonsense never existed, shall we? Good bub.
Becs fluffy recs:
they're gonna send us to prison for jerks by napricot
This is mostly inspired by this tumblr post and Sebastian Stan's hilarious look for I, Tonya in general. This was supposed to be a short lolzy undercover/mistaken identity type thing, but whoops. Now it's 24k of lolz and feelings!
Effects of Obliteration by geneticallydead
I wanted to write a Winter Soldier recovery fic, but with some kind of spin where there isn't the inherent angst of the Soldier, you know, trying to flat out murder Steve on several occasions.
So um, ta da?
*throws fic at you and runs*
Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail by MusingsOnBuckyBarnes, owlet
The mission resets abruptly, from objective: kill to objective: protect
(Always rec this fic for comfort reading)
Sweater Weather by odetteandodile
hi all, i was in the mood for some lighthearted fall-themed shrunkyclunks and here's where we ended up!
enjoy some awkward flirting, banter, puppy-eyes, and fluffs.
The Right Wrong Number by giselleslash
Steve's one night stand blows him off with a wrong number, which just happens to be Bucky's number...
Steve Rogers. Cheerfully Slutty. by relenafanel
Steve Rogers. Cheerfully Slutty. But not going to take your shit about it.
Bucky Barnes. Voted most likely to fall in love first.
Red Carpet Rescue Mission by darter_blue
Just in case you, like me, are in the mood for adorable stucky shenanigans, I present this little bit of fun, based on the cutest anecdote I've heard in forever:
Irish presenter, Angela Scanlon, doesn't recognise Steven Spielberg at the BAFTA's
Subliminal Advertising by Kalee60
Hello and welcome to this absolute ridiculous story
This came about from an actual visit to the supermarket when I not so proudly caught myself staring at a very nice looking man who may have had a wonderful shoulder to waist ratio that made me think of Steve...
Love in Aisle Four by ixalit
When Bucky needs to swing by the supermarket after a long, hard day of work, the last thing he expects is to meet a cute grocery clerk named Steve…
When you say nothing at all by becassine
Sometimes the best conversations are never spoken aloud.
aka Bucky remembers some of his & Steve's more memorable kisses throughout their years.
Compatible - A Romantic Science Fiction Thriller in Four Parts by the1918
This fic was born into the world as a disgusting, smutty PWP plot bunny full of every a/b/o trope in the book. Then I watched it accidentally grow a plot and even sprout some world building. I apologize for what I have created.
night by the_gods_wife
Ch. 1: Steve and Bucky have to work together to neutralize a threat.
Ch. 2: Bucky is forced to defuse a tense situation
Stucky Tumblr Drabbles by TrekChik
A collection of Stucky drabbles, really a series of Meet-Cutes with an occasional high-context relationship, all about 1000 words or less.
Crash and Burn by HaniTrash
When you're the most feared assassin in the international spy world, who happens to also be an Omega, it's not exactly easy to scrounge up a willing partner. After all, everyone assumes you're an Alpha based on your size and generally grumpy nature. The website is an online matching service that seemed doubtful to his skeptical mind, but all he's looking for is a cock to ride out his heats with instead of doing all the work himself. Should be simple enough, right?
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There you go nonnie, lots of juicy fun fluff and smut for you to sink your teeth into. As always, mind the ao3 tags and ratings and enjoy!!!
#bec answers#fic recs#stucky fic recs#fluffy stucky fic recs#endgame should be stricken from the record#it no longer exists#dont speak its name#i love my anons
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