#I think at heart I never grew up from my mom’s perfect child. who did anything that was best for the family’s image

[babygirl-riley]

Hii🌸 if u don't mind would u pls write for simon w fem reader who's having a difficult pregnancy??:'( if not that's ok, luv ur stuff btw🩷

In Sickness and Health

Simon’s heart breaks when watching going through your first pregnancy

A/N: Omg i watched my old co worked go through a hard pregnancy. It never looks easy no matter how it is going. I love this idea too ❤️

Warnings: sickness, pregnancy, hard pregnancy, underlining depression, arguments, marriage, soft!simon, husband!simon, dad!simon, fluff, little angst, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

When you found out you were pregnant, it was obvious. No period. Your cravings became intense. You threw up every fucking morning. Simon and you were excited that you were pregnant, people encouraging you that the morning sickness would pass. Instead. It came harder and longer. You cramped all the time, you bled once. Thinking you lost the baby when in fact you didn’t. Doctor reassured that it was normal in some women.

However, both of you didn’t expect the pregnancy to get harder than what people said it would have been. Your mom even said that what you are going through isn’t what she did. You are through your third trimester and nothing changed. Eventually your midwife came to put fluids in you since you couldn’t hold anything in. Throwing up was your new aesthetic. It got harder for you to work so you had to quit your job and stay home. Best friends with your toilet, you slept there day and night until your body grew bigger.

Simon was ordered from Price to stay home until the baby arrived and settled. Price heard from Simon about how the pregnancy has been not the best. You been up all night not being able to sleep from being too hot to throwing up to not being comfortable. Which caused Simon not to sleep, due to being worried about you. He would hold your hair up if you were too tired to even notice it was falling inside the toilet. Simon would wash your hair as you cried. Shushing you to keep you from having a panic attack.

You hated all of what was happening to you where you couldn’t enjoy being pregnant. Counting the days not to see your kid but to have her out. It was like you were hating the fact of everything no that was happening. Feeling like a curse then a miracle. Simon was the opposite even though he was heartbroken to see his love going through only hardship, the thought of having a mini both of you made him warm inside. Bringing it up once had you excited until you would hurl once more.

Simon would bend over backwards for anything you needed. Needed a bath Done. Needed a craving. Done and done again. Needed to be carried to the bed. Done. Needed a belly lift. Done. Anything was possible for Simon if it was for you. Nothing would stop him from helping you.

Was it perfect? Not always. Even when you both were tired and exhausted, you would fight, he would always be right by you. No matter what the fight was about, lately things that were ridiculous.

You both finished a fight and made up as he pet your damp hair, rubbing his other hand on your swollen belly. You were laying on his chest in bed, having your belly rest on the comfort of the mattress.

Sweat consumed you, your body working overboard on making your child and keeping you from not dying from everything else. It was silent before you sobbed. You were done, nothing for you. Your feet hurt. You felt like a whale. And your husband hated you. You’ve been only a bitch since you got pregnant and you were done.

You kept repeating in your head that he truly didn’t want to be here that you were just an excuse of a wife. That he never wanted to help you. That he wished you were gone. All because he didn’t get you your pebble ice. Simon had to leave the house for a while and what did he bring back? The stupid fucking ice. You called him a coward for leaving and not say anything about you said just for him to gift you?

Simon’s heart broke when your son burst out, your body shaking. Concern written on his face as he made your face turn to him. “Love what’s wrong?”

You cried harder as you laid your face in his shirt. “I want her out. And I feel terrible that I don’t want to do this anymore. That I have been a bitch. That I can’t stop throwing up. That this whole pregnancy hasn’t been what people have been saying.” He listened to you rubbing your back in soothing patterns. “I’ve been a terrible wife. I can’t believe I have been awful to you. You only been kind and generous and loving.”

Simon shook his head. “I could never do what you are doin’ dove,” He said quickly as he rubbed your shoulders. “This pregnancy is not been the best for ya.”

You sobbed harder as you clenched your hands into his shirt. Simon started to hush you quietly and soothingly. “You don’t deserve me.”

Simon froze from the comment, he used to say that to you at the beginning of your relationship. Telling you that he is a monster and that he would plague you with his darkness. That you were the angel and he was a demon, instead you showed him that he was the opposite. He was just lost in a broken world of his. Simon knew you were not like this. Not confident. Angry. Negative. No, you were the opposite of all of it.

Simon scooted so he would have you sit up against the frame. “Don’t you say that.” He said sternly.

You scoffed. “It’s true, I called you mean things. I said mean nasty things that are not true. Just over ice? Like how…”

“Stop,” He said stopping you dead in your tracks. “I know you didn’t mean it. Never have you showed me that. Baby,” He watched as your lips trembled, as your skin paled. “I know you love me, you are in pain just like I was. Let me help you bring yourself back as you make our child. You’re almost there love.”

You inhaled deeply as you looked away. “I’m sorry,” You turned to him and placed your hand on his cheek. “I love you Simon.”

Simon smiled and grabbed your hand kissing your knuckles. “I love you too. This is through sickness and health yeah? We promised each other that. So that is what gonna happen.”

You laid back down on him, your heart swelled with joy. You didn’t know how you got such an amazing husband. But all you knew is that he was your soulmate and you were his.

Another month went by and the baby was in distress from your body. She would be a month and half early which could lead into problems. However since your was fighting off too many things it wanted the baby to come out. You laid in the hospital bed as they induced you to push your baby girl out. You cried as Simon held his hand on yours and a cloth against your forehead.

“You got this mama,” The gynecologist announced looking up at you. “She is almost there!”

You looked at Simon concern written on your face and his. “It’s al’ight mamas. ‘M right here.” He whispered soothing you by brushing your damp strands back.

With a couple last pushes you heard a wail. Immediately relief went through your body as you laid all the way down into the bed. You panted as nurses and the doctor tended to the baby. Simon watched back and forth between you and the baby. “Go-Go see her.” You whispered gulping air.

You watched as he gave you a concerned look then nodded. You watched as he looked over the shoulders and smiled. Your heart fluttering. One of the nurses came to look over you. She said something but you couldn’t hear her. You felt nauseous and weak, lightheadedness coming in full swing.

The nurse called out as you felt your eyes roll. After that it was dark, you felt like actual sleep took hold. When you woke up, you were in a different room in the hospital, mouth was dry. When you looked over you saw Simon asleep with your baby girl against his bare chest.

You smiled. “They have been so cute,” You turned your head to see the doctor walking in. “How are you feeling?”

You hummed and coughed a bit. “Thirsty.”

“I bet. You had a blood clot form after giving birth to your baby girl. It can be common and could cause from your body being on overdrive to fix you. You are on blood thinners so take it easy. You have a healthy baby girl, she might be a little smaller than usual but that is expected from a early birth,” she explained looking over your vitals. “Your husband knows what to do. Just get to know your baby and rest.”

That you did, Simon once again by both you and both of your baby girl. Never have you felt so much relief and love. You smiled as Simon changed her diaper humming softly to her. In sickness and health. Is all you thought of as he gave you a kiss handing you your baby girl.

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[morrisxn02]

ogden college (un)official class playlist ! available NOW at a therapist near you !

PART ONE: the student body

lacy by olivia rodrigo・henrietta astor

"oh, i care, i care, i care. like ribbons that you wear. my stomach's all in knots. you've got the one thing that i want..."

hurricane by halsey・reina azarolla

“i’m a wanderer, i’m a one-night-stand. don’t belong to no city, don’t belong to no man. i’m the violence in the pouring rain. i’m a hurricane.”

american teenager by ethel cain・ida clarke

“grew up under yellow lights on the street, putting too much faith in the make believe.”

this link is dead by deftones・lincoln crawford 

"pay attention! watch me close! as i decide which way i move"

february 15h by hobo johnson・nova dodson

"she went to columbia and i went to jail. i just wanted another apple when she really wanted yale. and that is the problem where all of this lies. i'm emotionally unstable. i'm a crazy fucking guy!"

crocodile tears by suzanna son・sassa fiske

"crocodile sitting all alone, painting nails the shade of pink to match princess peach's cheek. maybe they'll think i'm beautiful. maybe i can trick them."

perfect day by hoku・charlie fletcher 

“people say, they say that it’s just a phase. they tell me to act my age. well, i am.” 

the boy who blocked his own shot by brand new・jesse hart 

“a crown of gold, a heart harder than stone and it hurts to hold on, but it’s missed when it’s gone”

happy by marina・carmen hearst

"couldn't relax, couldn't sit back and let the sunlight in my lap. i sang a hymn to bring me peace and then came a melody."

too much by carlie rae jepsen・ollie inoue

"i live for the fire, and the rain, and the drama too, boy. and it feels like you never say what you want, and it feels like i can't get through, babe."

nina cried power by hozier and mavis staples・ mika ishii

“power has been cried by those stronger than me straight into the face that tells you to rattle your chains if you love being free. ah lord, and i could cry power!”

people watching by conan gray・logan iyande

“i’m only looking just to live through you vicariously. i’ve never really been in love, not seriously.”

summer child by conan gray・samantha jimenez 

"and you laugh and you dance in the wind, and you sway, and you hug and you kiss, but there's darkness behind those eyes."

savage daughter by sarah hester ross・ nixie linghui

“i am my mother’s savage daughter. the one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones. i am my mother’s savage daughter. i will not cut my hair. i will not lower my voice.”

mirrorball by taylor swift・roxie marsh

“hush. when no one is around, my dear, you’ find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinning in my highest heels, love. shinning just for you.”

don’t tell my mom by renée rapp・courtney mills

“so don’t tell my mom i’m falling apart. she hurts when i hurt. my scars are her scars. she’ll talk to her friends, impress all of them. at least in her mind, her daughter is fine.”

donttrustme by 3oh!3・cara morrison

“she's an actress, but she ain't got no need. she's got money from her parents and a trust fund back east."

halloween by novo amor・edward morrison 

“more and more with every accolade, i get carried with away with being carried away.”

i did something bad by taylor swift・greer morrison

"they're burning all the witches even if you aren't one. so light me up. go ahead and light me up."

autoestima by cupido, lola indigo and alizzz・ milo navarro

“my mother and my father gave me an extremely nice face. people don’t usually like pretty people like me.”

forsaken by paris paloma・alethea pierce

"i think i've done something to upset the stars again. the moon won't return my calls, but i deserve it. i deserve it all.”

strange overtones by david byrne, performed by whitney・lennon reed

"how long have i been missing? it's getting colder tonight. snowfall's reminiscing... i watched it melt before my eyes."

frankenstein by rina saywama・magnolia rhodes

"put me together, thread a needle so i'm like other people without all of the evil. i'm trying to be normal, but the trauma is immortal and none of this is your fault."

baseball by hippo campus・monty richler

“there goes that moonboy looking jungly with all his leaves a-growing.”

king by florence and the machine・anya saetang

"my empty halls echo with grand self-mythology. i am no mother, i am no bride. i am king."

stick season by noah kahan・nathaniel shaw 

“now i'm stuck between my anger and the blame that i can't face and the memories are something even smoking weed does not replace." 

liability by lorde・natalia vega

"she's so hard to please, but she's a forest fire. i do my best to meet her demands, play at romance, we slow dance in the living room, but all a stranger would see is one girl, swaying alone, stroking her cheek."

satanist by boygenius・jacqui velazquez 

“will you be a nihilist with me? if nothing matters, man, that’s a relief…”

you're on your own, kid by taylor swift・parker walsh

"there were pages turned with the bridges burned, everything you lose is a step you take. so make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it. you've got no reason to be afraid. you're on your own kid. yeah, you can face this..."

river by leon bridges・malik wright 

"as my sins flow down the jordan, oh, i wanna come near ya and give ya every part of me. but there's blood in my hands, and my lips aren't clean..."

tolerate it by taylor swift・mari zuko

“i made you my temple, my mural, my sky. now i’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life.”

#{ nos tout premiers secrets comme un peu caché sous les lumières | musings. } #ogdeninspo

[highliqhts]

🎬  just  announced,  rowan delaney has  been  cast  as rikki chadwick  in  the  upcoming  h2o: just add water  reboot.  the  twenty3  year  old  is  trending  as  people  are  debating  if  the  scouring the local thrift stores for the cutest knitted tops, giving their manager serious heart palpitations by going on instagram live rants about how big corporations are ruining the planet at 2am, being weirdly good at tiktok dance challenges, trying to cook for people despite being terrible at it and being completely unable to keep a phone screen protected without cracks   that  they  are  known  for  is  enough  to  make  them  as  good  as  original.  a  quick  google  search  shows  that  their  fans  call  them  free-spirited,  but  internet  trolls  think  they’re  more  brash.  i  guess  their  newest  interview  for  variety  where  they  talk  about  how they almost had an accident trying to swim with a mermaid’s tail as a child  will  let  people  to  know  them  better. 

hii, besties !! <33 i am daisy and genuinely so excited to be here ?? fair warning that it's been ... probably about a year since i last tumblr group rped, so i might be a bit rusty but this one brought me back from my retirement. this is rowan, who is a brand new muse of mine aka they're definitely still a work in progress but i'd absolutely love to plot with everyone and figure out all the missing pieces !! anyway, hope u enjoy, mwuah !

basics.

name:  rowan delaney.

nicknames:  ro.

gender:  demi woman

pronouns:  she/they.

age:  23.

date of birth:  january 23rd 2001.

astrological sign:  aquarius.

place of birth: brisbane, australia.

nationality: australian.

ethnicity: mauritian, italian.

occupation:  actress.

sexual & romantic orientation:  pansexual, panromantic.

character.

positive traits:  free-spirited, accepting, spontaneous, passionate, independent, loyal.

negative traits:  brash, aloof, stubborn, fickle.

likes:  the beach, having conversations about things that actually matter, finding that piece while thrifting, traveling, chai latte, pistacchios, surfing.

dislikes:  small talk, people who don't care about the environment / animals, authority figures, rules that don't make sense to her, fake niceties.

biography.

if there ever were two people who absolutely should be parents it's rowan's moms. their lovestory is one for the ages, as they had met in the australian wilderness, ciara an italian backpacking tourist and lauren the australian who saved her from some kind of poisonous snake ( or if you believe lauren a totally non-threatening, non-poisonous snake but she would only contest it if ciara isn't around ). what followed is neatly documented in the photo albums rowan grew up looking through, their mothers on their travels through the entire country, lauren having joined ciara for ' protection purposes '. one thing led to another and the two of them fell in love, something that was completely unthinkable, both with the distance and with ciara’s very catholic and conservative family back in italy. there were simply too many obstacles, it couldn’t work out, right ? with heavy hearts they said goodbye after almost an entire year spent constantly by each other’s sides. that is until, due to a sudden storm, ciara’s flight didn’t take off, leading them to have yet another conversation … after all, wasn’t this fate telling them not to part ? in the end ciara never left australia to go back to living in italy, instead taking the leap and staying in australia with the woman she excitedly calls the ‘ love of her life ‘ even to this day. 

rowan was the last puzzle piece to their perfect little family, in addition to the two dogs, one cat and the stray duck all living with them as well. nobody really knows how the duck ended up there. they do know how rowan did though, after years of careful consideration she was about the most wished for child you could possibly imagine. and so she grew up, surrounded by love and support. that being said, for a while it wasn’t easy for rowan to cope with the harsher realities of life outside their little house. while at the delaney’s family home it was alright to express yourself and your feelings however you wanted, the outside world was less accepting of that. therefore school wasn't easy for her during the first years. rowan was a bit of an outsider during those years, spending most of their free time at home with the pets and their mothers. it wasn’t until she grew up some more that she found friends who would accept her as she was. 

once those years came around however, her life was better than ever before. alongside their friends they spent a lot of time exploring the beaches and city around them. their mothers, being the free-spirited and encouraging women they were, mostly encouraged them in this, paying for their first surfing lessons right alongside the first acting classes. initially they had only signed up for those because a friend of theirs had. surprisingly enough though, rowan soon figured out that acting was something they were not only rather good at but also loved to do. though ciara would later say she never thought it to be all that surprising, with how much rowan had always loved listening to and sharing stories. especially during those younger, more lonely days, where it was mostly books keeping her company. the last years of high school were spent acting in local theater productions, having bonfires at the beach and surfing with their friends. 

life was good for rowan during those times as she started considering what to do after school. it was at the beginning of her last year in high school when she saw an open audition for neighbors and decided to simply shoot her shot. never in a million years did they think this would actually lead them anywhere,that was until they got callback after callback, eventually sitting down to do chemistry reads. they were seventeen, a month into their final year when they got the official offer. sitting down with their parents, they debated. how would she finish school, when filming would take place in melbourne ?  was it even feasible ? could she move there on her own ? in the end they found a solution that had her living with a friend of the family in melbourne during filming, studying with a tutor when she was there and still attending school whenever she was in brisbane. it was a stressful year and it’s safe to say their final grades were not much to be proud of but they did it, they graduated. afterwards she was lucky enough for her minor role to stay permanent, gaining some importance in the show’s plotline, leading to her being able to continue to stay on the crew and work in melbourne. 

they kept their very first television role on neigbors for about 3-4 years, before finally saying their goodbye to the australian soap. due to the relative prominence of the show in australian television, they had earned a decent level of exposure through it. in australia, this would have definitely lent itself to quickly gaining further job opportunities and she definitely debated this with her moms for quite some time. in the end it was them that pushed her to aim higher, to try her luck in the us and move to los angeles at 21. the move was probably the hardest thing ro has done to this day, leaving was tearful not only because they’d miss their family but also because they’d miss their home and they were fully aware they might just be leaving for nothing. for the past two years ro has mostly been getting very small appearances for an episode or three in multiple tv projects ( imagine patient on grey’s or a lost plotline in riverdale or smth, i’ll have to figure the exact projects out ). only recently did she get her first real breakthrough when she was cast as rikki in the reboot of h20: just add water, an australian classic ! they’re about to start filming season 1 and it’s safe to say that ro couldn’t be more excited, having been an avid viewer of the show as a kid.

tl;dr: basically she's born to two very loving lesbians whom i gave an unneccessarily sweet backstory. she grew up in australia, loves the oceans and animals and always had the loving support of her family. she started acting at 17 and moved to the us to further follow that career at 21. h2o is her first lead role.

headcanons.

rowan sometimes refers to the pets that were in the house while they grew up as if they were their siblings, which can be confusing to some people 

ro’s style is very much sort of boho inspired, she loves cute knitted pieces and wide flowy pants and dresses or jeans shorts as well as sporting the most pieced together yet somehow strangely working assortment of jewelry 

she has a decently active social media presence, which is mostly used for an unpredictable mixture of silly on set tiktok challenges or passionate calls for action, mostly for environmental protection 

they’re very much a beach and oceans enthusiast and they WILL shut you down for leaving any kind of trash on the beach but also for supporting environmentally damaging companies 

ro has a decent amount of houseplants at home and tries to keep them alive so desperately ?  but honestly, they’re really not a natural at it. 

she loves doing her nails herself, including cute and intricate nail designs 

when they were 19 and at a party they got a tiny tattoo of an octopus done on the left side of her hip

#↪ 𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒚 ━ about. #2000s.intro #this got longer than expected ??? sry to anyone reading rip #but pls still love my bby !!

[a-moment-captured]

Hello 👋 I’ve been a follower of your blogs for a little bit now. And I would just like to ask you something that I hope isn’t too personal. I’m still in my early 20s but one day I want to be a mom. What do you think it takes to be a good mom? What are some of the most important things you’ve learned with being a mom? Sometimes I wonder because of my upbringing, if I wouldn’t make a good mom. How can I show love properly if I’ve never been loved properly?

You will be surprised how in love this tiny life that you just gave birth to. It’s overwhelming! But in the best way possible!

I know so many women who grew up not knowing what love is from a parent. Those same women are some of the best moms I know. They want and do better for their children.

Patience is the most important thing I’ve learned. I see so often how adults expect children behave perfect and they aren’t suppose to have bad days. If adults have them, why can’t kids?

My son has autism and adhd. No matter what anyone says, the first time you hear that, you feel your heart drop. All the hope and expectations you have for their life is going to be completely different. Having patience has been the key to get my son where he is now!

Being a good mom is not easy so don’t be hard on yourself. We all make mistakes or have a bad day.

Spend time with your children. One-on-one when possible. Like, take each child out for their favorite lunch or dinner on their birthday.

Always take time for a hug and kiss. Play with them. Talk to them about things that interest them. Be involved with them.

Put away your cell phone when you have an activity with your children. They deserve your undivided attention.

Try not to yell. Children will shut down and not hear you. A normal or slightly below-normal voice will cause them to listen. To get their attention call them by name.

Don’t stand over your children. Sit down or get on the floor with them. If you admonish them from a standing position you are overwhelming them.

Be honest with the children. Don’t make threats. Be consistent. Don’t embarrass them in front of others.

These are some things I did with my son. Just don’t expect perfection from yourself. Be kind and loving.

#anon #parenting #mom life

[sanriogirly99]

So this is something I want to get off my chest and I want to find others that relate to this. Of course, Tumblr is the perfect place for this because I feel here no one knows me in real life and those who do would never judge me for feeling this way.

I have always said that I do not want kids. Plain and simple since I was 14 I told myself I wasn't having kids because I was 13 having to babysit my younger siblings every day after school because both parents had to work and that took a toll on me back then. I was a stressed-out middle schooler having to babysit three children between the ages of 5 and 9. The stress of having to deal with tantrums and trying to get them to do what I told them drove me crazy back then and I told myself I would never have kids.

Another reason I have always said no to having kids is because I did not have the best relationship with my parents growing up. My mom and I would argue all the time and my dad, back then, was a mean angry man or so that's all I saw him as back then. Now that I'm older and they've opened up about their own childhoods I understand them. They didn't have love as children from their parents. They grew up in rural Mexico in the 80s. My mother had an abusive alcoholic father who beat her mother and her eight other siblings regularly. My father's father abandoned him and his mom when he was young. Leaving him to be cared for by his mother and grandmother. There's more that happened to them in their respective childhoods but that's the jist.

The reason I bring this up is because my parents didn't have love in their childhoods and therefore did not know how to show me and my siblings affection. So how can I even expect to show affection to my own child? I have a boyfriend. We have been together for nearly 5 years and I have been open about not wanting kids and he has been okay with that. However, I think a part of him does really want a child and I don't think he truly understands how deep the thought of having a child truly is for me.

I think I want a baby. I think I want a child of my own. But when I think about raising the child I feel this overwhelming sadness build up on my chest and I feel a sort of pain deep in my heart. What if I fail as a mother? What if I learned nothing from how my parents raised me and my child feels the same way that I felt when it came to even approaching my parents. The thought of my future child sitting in a therapist's office 20 years from now crying to them about how their mom was mean and showed them no affection the same way I did with my therapist years ago hurts me physically. As I write this I want to cry. I think a part of me wants to have a child but I think my own inner child still needs to do some more healing.

#late night thoughts #life #thoughts #anxiety #depressing shit #life lessons #children #heartache #childhood #trauma #healing #self discovery #love #tears in my eyes

[thebenzene]

Something from May 23, 2021 | 1:20 AM

At this point, I think I do not have the enthusiasm and eagerness to do acads just as how I do them before. I'm glad that I'm learning new concepts on my majors; but I don't know if all of these hardships would pay off in the near future. All I'm thinking is I want to finish school to give back to my parents. I want to give the kind of life they deserve. They spent almost their entire life just to get into where we are now. When my parents were just starting into their business venture, my mom had a miscarriage. It was supposed to be their eldest child. It was the year 2000, they were peddling dairy products around North Caloocan City, in an owner-type jeep. Be it rainy or summer season, their perseverance to save more than enough for their children's education never fades. It was the year 2004 when my parents lost their seventy-thousand-peso-investment to a college insurance plan company. It was a seriously huge amount of money back then, especially for a couple starting to build their assets. In my eyes, I grew up seeing my parents as the most hardworking people I ever knew. They did different sorts of business: lending, furniture installment plans, automotive battery shop, merchandising, and even garments. I grew up visiting our sewing station at the same city. I was seven when my dad resigned from his work to pursue their then-growing lending business. I honestly admire how they were able to balance their healthy marital relationship while dealing with all the business contracts. Money was never an issue, but their health was kind of affected from the stress. Thinking about all their sacrifices just for our family to get to whatever we have now, it's not much but it was a great evident progress. Thinking about all their efforts to raise their two children, me and my younger sister, they weren't perfect but I know they've tried their best even if it costed me so much pain and trauma. In my eyes, I always see them as the best people who have loved me unconditionally, who became patient and understanding when no one else could be. My mom and my dad weren't able to finish school as they both came from impoverished families. My dad was a frustrated engineer who transferred to three different universities while juggling between work and school. Upon decluttering the boxes in our hose, seeing his transcript of records from a three-year diploma course made me cry like hell. I even retrieved one of his notebooks with "surveying" written on a page and all those calculus lessons he devotedly studied, in the next pages. In his three attempts to transfer into different universities, he succeeded in none. I thought, I just can't quit schooling. I want to make my parents proud. My parents tell me all the time, "Ikaw na lang umakyat sa mga bundok na hindi namin narating. Naniniwala kami sa'yo, anak." Being reminded of those words, I've been thinking, there shouldn't be any rooms for my failure. I just can't let them down, especially my mom, who never fails to care for us. Honest to God, I could die for my mom. I love her so much that the idea of her seeing me fail already breaks and shatters my whole being. And now, as I'm typing these words, I am trying my very best not to sob, to drop a tear, to surrender to all the struggles I have been dealing with. After they've dedicated their lives to give the best future they want for us, I cannot afford to give up.

I cannot afford to fail. I just cannot afford to fuck around and end up as an ever-parent-dependent NEET I always fear to be. I will always remind myself that I am doing this for my family and for all the other people who have their own families too. Thinking about the moms, the dads, and the children out there living in poverty as I watch them, both of us being seemingly petrified by the perpetuating societal condition, I kept in mind, I just can't turn a blind eye. All of us have our own families. Biological or at heart, we have people whom we consider our family. Our world is an interconnected network of families, and we should start considering other families as well. Let's help starting from our own family to the other families that make up our society. I know this idea sounds utopian, but a simple help won't harm anyone, a genuine concern wouldn't cost us a diamond, a helping hand could save a life. Life is tough and so I need to get tougher. Everything doesn't end here. Amidst all the chaos, I want to help make the world a better place. I desire to make my existence worthwhile by reaching out to people with my love and compassion. I want to serve the people.

Magpapatuloy ako.

[deja-vux]

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

A/N: Sorry that this is 4 days late things at work got very hectic but as promised here is our Dad!Ateez Christmas pic. I hope you enjoy :) Warnings: Mentions of water breaking/labor, other that pure fluff Word Count: 1.8k+ KPOP Masterlist

        The fireplace crackled embrace the cold living in warmth as the flames grew from a small simmer to a small open flame escaping in smoke through the chimney. Surrounding its embrace was Mingi who sat on the floor with his back against the couch as he held Y/N in his arms, his head resting on her shoulder as they watched Sarang play with their dog Saja as they waited for midnight to strike to exchange gifts. Y/N relaxed in Mingi’s touch as he absent-mindedly rubbed her swollen stomach. Any day now their little ones would be due and two new additions would be added to the family. Despite having already welcomed a new addition to the family before with Sarang 3 years ago he was just as excited to welcome their little boys. “You’re staring again,” Mingi heard, causing him to turn to his wife as he laced their fingers delicately, spinning the gold band on her ring finger.

“Oh shush,” he returned attempting to hide the creeping blush on his cheeks by hiding his face in the crook of her neck, “I just can’t get over the fact that this is my life. I never thought I’d be one to settle down and have kids and yet I wouldn’t change any of it. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat,” he mumbled against her skin.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way either,” Y/N agreed, a warm smile spreading across her face.

       Mingi lifted his head to look up at her and a child-like wonder lit up in his eyes making her heart go soft at the sight. She lightly pecked his lips before leaning her forehead against his. He smiled all giddy before fully pressing his lips against hers. The pair smiled against the kiss before pulling away as Sarang ran over with Saja running close behind.  Mingi turned his attention towards his daughter before asking if everything was alright. “Can we make popcorn to snack on please?” Sarang asked, making her undeniable puppy eyes that confirmed she was Mingi’s daughter. Y/N nodded before asking Mingi to help her up. “No, stay here I’ll help her love,” Mingi responded, yet no matter how much he insisted she assured him everything would be alright. He carefully got up before helping her up with the help of Saja and Sarang before she ran to the kitchen. The two parents couldn’t help but chuckle at the combination of scattering paws and feet against the hardwood floor as they raced to the kitchen. Before disappearing into the kitchen Y/N asked Mingi to bring out the gifts to place under the tree. He happily obliged the two going separate ways.

       As she reached the kitchen she watched as Sarang had already pulled out the popcorn kernels and her step stool to watch and was currently looking for the perfect pot. “Mommy can we make the sweet popcorn?” she asked, bringing the pot to the counter. Y/N agreed, reaching for the sugar before meeting Sarang in front of the stove. Y/N placed the pot on the burner before turning it on and letting it heat up. Sarang watched with excitement as Y/N added the kernels to the burning oil with anticipation of the first pop. As soon as they did she carefully poured sugar into a mug with the help of her mom before pouring it into the pot mixing it with the fully cooked kernels. Turning the burner off  Y/N directed Sarang to the dining table as she grabbed a bowl to transfer the sweet treat. It wasn’t till she reached for the bowl that she felt a trickle down her leg. At first, she mentally cursed herself thinking it was the babies pushing against her bladder again. She was about to call Mingi over when she felt a contraction causing her to grip onto the counter as she groaned softly. “Mingi?!” she managed to muster out.

“Yes my love?” he responded sweetly, bringing out the last of the presents.

“Call Yunho and grab the bag from the nursery please,” she choked out just before another contraction hit.

       Mingi stopped dead in his tracks wondering if he had heard her correctly it wasn’t until he heard her groan a “Now please!” that he dropped the gifts in his hand before scurrying to grab his phone. “On it right. Just start your breathing exercises. Sarang, get your shoes and coat on please!” he said, jumbling the car keys, hospital bag, and phone in his hand as he attempted to get Saja into the backyard. As if it'd been the first time all over again he went over the checklist in his mind multiple times running back and forth as he spurted random facts at Y/N that he had read in parenting books like timing contractions. Despite the pain, she was feeling she couldn’t help but giggle at her husband running back and forth in and out the house as he loaded their things and Sarang in the car and Yunho told him to relax over the phone causing Mingi to go into breathing exercises of his own. As soon as he finished he went back to help Y/N into the car. It didn’t take long for them to reach both of their destinations and by the time they got to the hospital, Y/N was taken immediately to the delivery room.

       Only a few hours had passed since they heard the first cries of their two little boys. Mingi placed a gentle kiss on Y/N’s forehead despite her whines not to. Although she thought she looked gross and worn out after hours of labor he thought she looked like a goddess glowing in the essence of motherhood.  The pair smiled as they were each instructed how to initiate the first skin-to-skin contact as they were eventually handed each a newborn. Mingi felt the stress leave his body as he watched the infant fall into a lull state in his arms. His heart was now feeling more full than he ever thought possible. He sat next to Y/N handing her the boy in his arms as they switched so she could feed both of the newborns. “You know we have yet to think of any names,” Mingi reminded. Y/N nodded as she pondered what to name the new additions. She then taught back to when Sarang had suggested the names for them after reading a story in her class. “How about Minjun and Seojun? Sarang suggested those awhile back,” she suggested turning to Mingi.

“Minjun and Seojun, hmm… I like it, Minjun and Seojun,” he said smiling warmly at the twins, “You know this isn’t exactly where I thought we’d be spending our Christmas,” he chuckled.

“Neither did I but I don’t plan on changing it one bit,” she smiled, “Well actually there is one thing missing here,” she said referring to their firstborn.

“Oh don’t I was on that the moment these two were born,” as soon as he finished there was a knock on the door, “That must be them. Come in,” he spoke up.

       The door opened revealing Yunho with Sarang and his daughter Yuri in tow. The trio greeted the pair before the two young girls peered curiously over the edge of the bed quietly. “Do you wanna meet your new brothers?” Y/N asks quietly. Sarang nodded softly slowly making her way towards her mom as Mingi stood from his chair letting her take a seat before carefully handing the little one over to help her hold him. “This is Seojun and the one in mommy’s arms is Minjun,” Mingi introduces the trio. He watched as Sarang’s eyes lit up with joy at the sound of her suggested names along with an infectious toothy smile. Yunho then suddenly leaned down towards Yuri pulling his attention away from the family and crouching down as she whispered shyly in his ear. Yunho simply nodded as she scurried over towards the bag he had set down on the visitor bench pulling out a gift bag. Y/N watched curiously as she ran back towards the other side of the bed free of people quietly handing her the bag. Y/N thanked her as she ran back to cling to her father’s side gripping onto his hand as she observed her reaction to opening it. Inside tucked away neatly were 2 little teddy bears with blankets attached to them. Y/N felt her heart swell with joy as she pulled them out, “Thank you so much they’re perfect,” she said with a warm smile causing Yuri to look up at her father with a toothy grin similar to Sarang’s, “Do you want to hold one of your cousins too? Maybe your dad can help you out,” Y/N offered. Yuri looked up at Yunho for permission and as he nodded she simultaneously turned to nod back at Y/N.

       She then followed her father’s instructions taking a seat on the bench as Yunho gently took Minjun from Y/N’s arms walking over to Yuri. Just like Mingi had with Sarang he gently placed the sleeping child in her arms helping her keep a hold of him. Seeing the little one stir while soundly asleep sparked an idea in Yuri’s mind as she looked up at her father. “Can I have a little brother too?” she asked innocently, causing the others to chuckle as Yunho’s doe-eyed expression revealed he was taken by surprise. Yunho cleared his throat before answering calmly, “As much as I'd love to have another little one running around the house, this isn’t a decision we can make between just the two of us. We have to ask your mom too.” Yuri nodded softly, turning her attention back to her little cousin who had begun to hold her finger. After a while, both dads took each twin back, laying them gently in their cot as Sarang returned to the bag on the bench fishing through it before pulling out a folded piece of paper running over to show it to her mom. “Here you go me and Yuri made this since the doctor’s doesn’t have decorations like our house and Uncle Yunho says you have to stay here for a few days,” she explained. On one side was a drawing of a Christmas tree like the one in her house while the other side was a drawing of their family back at home her uncles and cousins included. Y/N smiled warmly, carefully brushing some hair out of Sarang’s face before kissing her forehead. “It’s absolutely perfect. I can't wait to hang it,” she smiled as Sarang hugged her.

“We also brought cookies for you that Santa left,” Sarang said, running back to the bag fishing them out with Yuri’s help, the three parents laughing at their eagerness.

       Although a hospital room was the last place the Song family thought they'd be spending their Christmas, it was one that they'd never forget.

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[zackcrazyvalentine]

me seeing the ask masterlist realizing most of them are mine : 🤡

BUT ANYWAYS

CONCERNING THE FAMILY DAY

THE SIBLINGS 🛐

i’m not saying that i have a crush on ace’s brother , cater’s sisters and sebek’s siblings because of that some fanart but that’s exactly what i’m saying

ACE’S MOM DESTROYING HER SON LIFE IN FRONT MC ? FORGET THAT ACE’S BROTHER CAME IN WITH THE RECEIPTS . HE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT AND 👏🏾HE 👏🏾IS 👏🏾PREPARED👏🏾

“hey did you know that ace used to looooove going around butt naked when he was younger ?” “DON’T YOU DARE-“ “here i have pictures , videos , posters and mugs printed of it-“

CATER’S SISTERS WOULD PROBABLY BE ALL OVER MC

“oh they’re so cute ~ !” “(new nickname)-chan ! do you wanna see some baby pics of cater ? look at this one he couldn’t quite stand on his legs and he-“ “HAHAHAHAHAA yeah so funny ! but would you like at the time it’s to go-“

sebek’s siblings would probably resemble their parents ? i see his sister being just like his mother and his brother as calm as his father ? ACTUALLY THE WHOLE ZIGVOLT COUPLE GIVE ME BAKUGOU’S PARENTS VIBES-

JACK’S LITTLE SIBLINGS-

I- THE LOVE I HAVE FOR THEM WHEN WE DON’T EVEN KNOW THEIR NAMES-

his brother is in middle school if i’m not wrong so just like all these AnGsTy teenage boys (and his brother-) he would be like “i-it’s not like i needed your help or anything o(｀ω´ )o” sure whatever rocks you boat-

HIS LITTLE SISTER WOULD BE LIKE CHEKA . THE MINUTE SHE SAW HER BROTHER SHE WOULD BE LIKE “hey big bro ! look i grew a lot since last time ! i’m a big girl now so i can go with you do luge next time ! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ” PLEASE SHE WOULD BE ADORABLE WITH THE EARS AND ALL DOWOWODKWOMEODMEKWOWKSOWKSDKSOWKEOEOOEE

TREY’S LITTLE SIBLINGS. you’re watching from afar as a flock of children come and proceed to pummel your friend to the ground-

they would be the kind of siblings that’s asks questions about everything and anything at any time i just know-

LETS NOT EVEN TALK ABOUT KALIM’S SIBLINGS BECAUSE ITS A FUCKING ARMY AT THIS POINT-

imagine this

in a dark room somewhere in nrc . multiples children are sat besides a round table with sunglasses on and glass of grape juice adult beverages in their hand .

Okay i don’t know how to write so that it would makes sense BUT BASICALLY ITS JUST A “MY BROTHER/UNCLE BETTER YOU POO BECAUSE HE-“

yes the same would happen with the older siblings i am convinced-

also don’t worry it wasn’t too long i’m happy it gave you inspiration-

ASK AND YE SHALL RECIVE!!!!

HONESTLY, SAME ANON!! I HAVE A BIG FAT CRUSH in Cater’s Sisters and Ace’s Brother (and Sebek’s, Azul’s & Deuces mamas) 😭😭😭

Sorry, but I'll do a hard pass writing for Kalim's mansion-full of siblings 🙇‍♀️ (plus I don't think Crowley would let 30+ kids-teens-toddles-babies come into NRC lol, maybe just the following 3 after Kalim) BUT INSTEAD!!! I hope you like the bonus character~

LOL THE FIGTH TO FIND OUT WHO'S BROTHER IS THE BEST, A CHAOTIC BATTLEFIELD FILLED WITH BABY PICTURES AND ANECDOTES OF ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND CUTE/STUPID/HEARTWARMING THINGS ALL OF THEM DID

-- -- -- --

MC attentively watched as skilled hands mix card in different flashy ways, while Ace sat beside them with a bored and irritated look on his face.

“This is your card!” The older redhead took a random card and showed it to MC. Sparkles shone in their eyes as they smiled a big bright smile, amazed at the card trick.

Ace interrupted the moment. “Oh, yeah, duh! The easiest trick there is! You just had to cast a simple spell that allows only your eyes to see which card [Name] picked highlighted in red!”

Big Brother Trappola looked at his sibling with an unamused face, MC mirroring the look at having their momentary joy crumbled like that. “Sure, a simple trick, but it was I who taught it to you. Don’t forget little Ace! You’re always following my steps~”

The heart suit boy sighed exasperatedly, shaking his head and looking some other way.

“Ah, he definitely is following a~ll your advices, Big Bro! Ace is always mentioning how you taught him many useful tricks for life!” MC became a little tattletale to antagonize their friend.

The Hearstlabyul student tensed, blushing as he looked at the other two. His sibling smirked, “Really now~? Oh, I didn’t know you loved me so much, baby bro! Say, [Name], let me tall you all my favorite stories of Ace when he was little! I even brought our old photo album for you to view! You can keep it if you like~” The aforementioned photo record appeared, “Look at this one! Ace used to wear his tighty whities like a superhero mask!”

At that, the 1st year tugged his friend away from his mischievous older brother, dragging them far away from his influences.

~°~  ~°~

“Cay-nii! Look look! We found your cute little friend before we could find you, and they were so kind to bring us here!” The younger of the two Diamond sisters waved at her brother. However, her arm remained linked with MC’s.

Cater looked scared, despair quickly painting his face. All his attempts to hide, ruined But now that his sisters had MC in their arms... He couldn’t run the risk of them embarrassing him in front of his crush.

“A-Ahaha..! Yeah, look at that..!” The orange haired boy awkwardly laughed, approaching the menace that were his sisters (with a cute, clueless MC between them).

MC spoke up with that bright smile on their face, "Your sisters are so lovely, Cater! I wouldn't mind having siblings as nice as these."

"Oh if only you knew, little Prefect." Cater though to himself.

The sisters looked at each other, then at their younger brother. "Is that so, [Name]-chan~?" The older one inquired, words drawled out in a playful yet dark tone. Oh no, Cater tensed at what they were planning.

Acting quickly, the girls dragged MC over to one of Heartslabyul's many couches. "You're always welcomed into the family, [Nickname]-chan!" "To show you you're a Diamond now, let us watch some of Cater's old baby pics! He was the most adorable little brother back then!"

The Heartslabyul student hurried up to his siblings, trying his best to ruin their "bonding" activity.

~°~ ~°~

The evening was nice, warm with a comfortable breeze... The surprising thing was that MC shared many laughs with Sebek and his siblings through the day.

They were nice, very nice! The girl was intense like their friend, while the boy was tamer, on the shy side.

They shared many stories about their family life: the fishing trips to catch salmon, what their parents were up to in the clinic and the new patients they got to work with (quite a colorful array, one must say), life in Valley of Thorns, tales of their magical awakening and how Sebek threw up when his magic woke up, funny stories of childhood games, and thought MC many songs!

With how much they butt heads with Sebek, MC wholeheartedly welcomed this wonderful day filled with happiness, shared with their friend and his siblings!

~°~ ~°~

A Magift practice match supervised by Leona

MC sat on the sidelines, a bouncing wolf pup sitting on their lap. The small child marveled at the highspeed tricks and plays of both teams. "Big Bro Jack!! Go go go, Big Bro Jack!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, cheering her brother on.

At their side, an embarrassed sigh could be heard. Jack's little brother, who held striking resemblance with him (specially with that attitude), tried to hide away from onlookers' eyes after his sister's cheer.

But then...

Jack snatched the disk from the enemy team, sending it flying through the air with a mighty powerful flick from his magical pen and--!

"SCOOOOORE!!!!" Both young wolves screamed in happiness, tails wagging a couple times as their adrenaline kicked.

Leona laughed at the reaction. "Not so indifferent now, huh, squirt?" His hand ruffled the wolf boy's hair. The boy blushed at getting caught cheering like that.

A sudden snicker startled the siblings as they looked at the hyena beastman. "You resemble your brother a lot. I'm sure you could become as good of a player as Jack some day."

The little girl gasped in amazement, siblings looking at each other with excited sparkles in their eyes at the compliment the older of the two just received.

"Ah~, they're just as adorable as Jack!" MC gushed internally.

~°~ ~°~

"Trey-nii!" "Big Bro!" "Trey-Trey!" Many voices came their way, sounding excited about finally getting to see their beloved brother once more.

Trey chuckled nervously, "Here we go..." Suddenly, MC saw three little kids glomp their friend. Two hugged his legs while the other climbed up to cling to his torso.

"How have you been, big bro?" "Have you made friends?! Many friends?!" "Do you have sweets? I smell cake!" "Your house here looks funky!" "Can we go inside the big house, Trey-Trey?!" "Can I pick a pretty rose, Trey-nii? I really want a pretty rose!"

They fired multiple questions at their 3rd year friend. So young, so curious, a perfect embodiment of childhood...

MC giggled, "You never told me your siblings were so inquisitive. It's so cute!"

Their attention immediately turned to MC. In a hurry, they let go of Trey and approached the magicless human.

"You're a friend of Trey-nii, right?! Right?!" "You're pre~tty, no wonder Trey-Trey likes you!" "Hey, hey! Do you also have a big house like big bro?!" "Do you have any siblings? I wanna befriend my brother's friends' siblings!" "A pretty person like you deserves a pretty rose... Trey-nii! Can we pick roses to make a crown? Plea~se?!"

"Now now, let's not overwhelm [Name] in our first meeting, yes?" Trey's call silenced them in a second. "I do believe you must first introduce yourselves before asking so many questions to a stranger, don't you think?"

The trio looked to the ground and fidget with their clothes. "Yes, Big Brother Trey..."

The glasses wearing student shot an apologetic look to MC. "Why don't we go inside and get your introductions done, as well as your questions answered, over a slice of tart and a cup of tea? Sounds good? Maybe you can meet some other friends of mine, too."

The kids perked up, happy smiles brightening their faces as they nodded and took each of Trey's hands. The remaining child looked at MC, who smiled and stretched their hand for them to take before making their way into Heartslabyul dorm.

~°~ ~°~

"My Ruggie really did that?!" The old woman was surprised, wrinkled face showing her emotions.

MC affirmed with their head, "Yes, he's always helping me forage for herbs and tasty plants to use for meals! Really useful for cutting off expenses. He even taught me few recipes with said plants, recipes taught by you, Miss!"

Ruggie's grandmother smiled proudly. "He's such a nice soul, isn't he? Always bringing cans of food when he comes visit us to ensure the little ones back home have something to eat." She held MC's hand in both of hers, using the one on top to give the prefect's a couple taps.

"You treasure those recipes with your life, young one! And please," Her eyes were so gentle as she looked up at them, "Keep an eye out for my Ruggie, yes? He tends to overwork himself. Please, fulfill my role while I'm away from him, make sure he eats and sleeps well, that he stays hydrated and relaxes his mind. That is all I could ever ask from you."

MC's heart contracted with adoration at how kind this old lady was, a beautiful old soul still full of vigor.

They nodded, squeezing those calloused yet warm hands of hers.

Meanwhile, the eavesdropping hyena sniffled at the sweet moment between his grandmother and friend. He was deeply touched.

Two peopled he held dear to his heart were getting along swimmingly! More over, they just showed him they care equally as much about him as he does for them.

-- -- --

BUT WE ALL LOVE YOUR ASKS, ANON!!!!

KEEP BLESSING US WITH YOUR IDEAS!!!!

#zask #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #sebek zigvolt #cater diamond #jack howl #trey clover #ruggie bucchi

[whosvioletta]

astronomy.

summary: regulus wanted to show you the world, but you’re two worlds apart. based off of astronomy by conan gray.

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

warnings: breakup, angst, mentions of alcoholic parents, a kiss hehe, let me know if there’s anymore! i didn’t proof read cause i’m lazy!!!

masterlist.

You and Regulus came from very different worlds, but strangely enough you two were very similar. Regulus grew up in a pureblood family, his dad very cold and distant, and his mom very controlling. He had this weight on his back trying to be the perfect child they expected him to be, and it was hard at him. Hogwarts was like an escape for him.

You were a muggle born witch who never knew her father, and your mom was an alcoholic who tried to care about you as best as she could. You always wanted her to be proud of you, and no matter how hard you tried, she never seemed to notice. It hurt really bad because you worked for everything so hard, not for yourself, but for her.

You met Regulus during your sixth year. You knew of each other, but never really spoke. You had no reason to, and you also heard that the pureblood boy did not like people like you, so you kept your distance to avoid drama.

The two of you sat in the library, separate tables but in each other’s view. You shared small glances every once in a while, and it almost scared you. You hated that you didn’t know what he was thinking, you hated that every time you looked up he was already looking. You hated the way he would look away quickly and pretend he wasn’t, so of course you did what any sane person would do, you walked over to him.

Your mom always taught you to stand up for yourself, so that’s what you did. Regulus watched as you grabbed the book you were reading and your bag as if you were going to leave, but when you started to walk straight towards him his heart started fo pound out of his chest. Why was she coming over. He quickly looked back down at his potions book when you slammed your hand down on the table, causing him to jump.

“What the hell are you staring at?” You asked, and he looked at you with wide eyes, not responding. “Huh?” You raised your eyebrows, curious to hear what he was going to say. Regulus cleared his throat and pointed at the book in your hands. “Your book.” He said, glancing at it. You looked down at it. It was a book on astrology, it wasn’t school assigned but you found it hidden in the far back corner of the library.

“My book?” You questioned, confused. “Yes, your book.” He responded ever so simply, and your face scrunched up even tighter. “It’s a really good book, I used to read it all the time.” He finally answered, your face softened. “Oh.” You replied, now shocked.

“Oh?” He pressed further into your thoughts. “I thought you were planning my murder or something.” You explained, causing him to laugh. The most infectious and perfect laugh you had ever heard. His smile was wide, and you couldn’t help but scoff. “Don’t ever stare at people like that again.” You suggested to him, before giving him a small smile. “I’ll remember that.” He nodded, laughing off the moment.

After that, you saw each other in the library almost every night. You started to sit with him after a while, and for hours you would talk instead of study. Talk for hours and hours about endless nothings. Those nothings turned into somethings one particular night.

“You’ve never been to france?” He asked, and you nodded. “Not everyone is rich like you, Reg.” His heart fluttered at you calling him a nickname. “The only place I’ve ever been to is London, and that’s where I grew up.” You shrugged, and he stared at you for a moment, something he always did when he was thinking you had come to find out.

“I’ll show you the world one day, Y/N.” He said, looking at you in your eyes. “Promise?” You marveled. “Promise.” He promised you. The two of you went silent for a moment, before he leaned in and gave you a kiss. Regulus couldn’t believe what he had done. He was giving you a kiss. He was thrilled, no he was more than thrilled. He couldn’t describe how amazing the feeling was. “I think.. I think I love you.” You whispered, both your faces close as the two of you parted from the kiss. “I think I love you too.” He smiled, making you blush deeply.

You were the one person who ever treated him like he was more than the Black family heir. It felt.. right. Until it didn’t.

Regulus laid awake for hours that night. Tossing and turning, thinking. He couldn’t stop thinking. Thinking about the dark mark that laid implanted in his skin. Thinking about how you would be in danger if anyone found out about your shared nights in the library talking about the stars in the glowing sky, traveling around to see the beautiful sky in every corner of the world. He loved the idea of it, but he knew it could never happen.

Not with the dark mark, not with his parents and their pureblood mania, not with you being the one person Voldemort would go to if he crossed him. It filled him with anxiety, and fear. Regulus didn’t want to ever see you hurt. Little did he know he was going to be the reason you were.

Regulus stopped talking to you, started avoiding you at any costs, and definitely stopped coming to the library at night. It left you confused, and heart broken. What did you do so wrong for him to do this? Everything was going so.. perfect.

Somehow you cornered him in the corridors one night after dinner, you had tears in your eyes when you grabbed Regulus’s wrist and turned him around so he could look at you. His heart shattered when he saw your face. “What the hell, Regulus?” You said angrily. “Why have you been avoiding me?” You asked, hoping for an answer. He only shrugged.

“Distance brings fondness, I guess.” He said, and you stepped back slowly. “What?” You asked, your voice so low it was almost a whisper. He didn’t say anything.

“Did you even love me?” You demanded an answer. Not a single word came from his mouth. “You have nothing to say?” Silence. “…Nothing?” You almost pleaded.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It was never gonna work out.” Tears fell from your eyes. “I’m from a pureblood family and you’re a..” He started. “Mudblood?” You finished. “Wow.. so this meant nothing to you?”

“You’re pointing at a sky that’s already dead.” He referenced to the astrology book. You stared at him for a moment, hurt in your eyes. “Fine.” You said sharply, walking away.

#regulus black fluff #regulus black x you #regulus black angst #regulus black x female reader #regulus black x reader #regulus black imagine

[lovetendencies]

CEDRIC DIGGORY in FIRST LOVE NEVER DIE

cedric diggory was seventeen,

and so were you.

hufflepuff and hufflepuff.

three months before entering his name in the goblet of fire, you had given him the news that you were pregnant, six weeks, and that you didn't know.

"you wouldn't like me when i'm big and fat, diggory," you asked, wiping your eyes as tears streamed down your cheeks, taking off your glasses and setting them on your bed side table. "i'll love you regardless. you're carrying my and our child, i want you any other way," he hugged you.

"and it's just your hormones speaking, it's the baby," he laughed as he covered his face with his arms, hitting his shoulder and his arms, you threw his soft pillow at him. "but i'll want you. i'll always want you. glasses or not, acne or not, chubby or not—which, you should know, that i absolutely love on you," he pinched your cheeks before planting a kiss.

"it means you're healthy. there shouldn't be a person in the world who doesn't have to possess those qualities, and if so, you're unique among all of them," he kissed your forehead as he rubbed your stomach. "you're my girl," your tears stopped.

you didn't know how you scored cedric diggory. was it the way you showed him human—decency? that he was more than a man who was attractive? maybe. he had personality, life, gist, and no one knew how he was really like beneath the surface. he was different instead of his good—looks, he was more than that and he told you that it made him feel pressured to be perfect and good at everything.

FIRST TASK

forwarding to the triwizard tournament, your stomach had grown big in your fifth month, and you watched in constant anxiety as cedric beat the first task. but in the end, he got the golden egg from the dragons nest. it grew bigger and bigger each time he was caught in the middle of danger, and your heart would drop constantly. but you knew this was the task that would test how he'd do in the third—you were terrified for him in the last task.

you got up from the stands as you ran towards a tent, watching cedric as he eyed the entrance, he smiled and opened his arms. "scare ya two?" he asked, putting a hand on your stomach before you hit his shoulder, roughly. "yes, you most definitely did! you could've gotten injured—or even worse, dead!" you half—yelled, trying to contain how angry and upset you were as cedric chuckled.

"that's my girls speaking in your stomach, baby," he bent down and kissed your stomach as another triwizard competitor walked through the entrance, they stood still for a moment before walking back out. cedric burst into laughter.

it made your heart beat faster and faster. you loved how you made him laugh even if he was under a lot of stress. "i can't wait till my twin girls come out. we'd be great parents, don't you think?" he popped up from his position instantly, smiling that could've shined the whole room, and it did.

"i still can't believe it—twins. can you? apparently, i'm magic besides my blood status," he wiggled his eyebrows as you hit shoulder for the millionth time today. he chuckled as he ruffled your head with a large smile. "it's you i can't believe sometimes," you pinched his cheek.

that evening, cedric met you down in the common room by the fire with a blanket by his side, smiling as soon as he saw you snack out with the snacks he bought you few nights ago. it had all been displayed in front of you, watching the fire burn and crackle, and the heat warming up your body that got sensitive to the cold.

you turned your head towards him with stuffed cheeks and waved at him. "come! look! there's this bread called magic bread!" he walked over and sat the opposite side of you, leaning in as you threw a crumb against his forehead. "not there, i wanna stay cozy by the fire," you continued to munch out of the magic bread bag. your cheeks were stuffed and stuffed as you felt your feet pulse.

"i have to get my blood sugar up. that's what my mom said if i ever feel unwell or shaky during the pregnancy," you said as cedric helped you up off the ground, placing you in a comfortable position on the sofa with pillows supporting your lower back to your neck. he put the blanket over you, grabbed the magic bread and water bottle, and sat at the end of your feet with his legs crossed.

"hey, anything wrong?" you asked.

"no, nothing," he smiled, playing with your socks until he pulled them off, massaging your feet that made you feel pure ecstasy above all else. "if you're tired, you can go back up to your room, i'll just be down here eating snacks," you shrugged and continued to eat magic bread with a stuffed mouth.

"i just can't believe a girl like you is mine,"

he smiled before closing his eyes.

SECOND TASK

two months passed by and it was finally the second task, having to figure out what the golden egg meant with cedric. it was to save someone underwater against water creatures, mermaids etc.

you hadn't been chosen, and it was understandable. you were seventh months pregnant, being there would've endangered the babies you were carrying.

you watched as you saw someone introducing the triwizard competitors. they stood there in bathing suits meanwhile cedric had been standing there, awkward, and you planned to tease him about it later on once the task was finished.

after they had been told to go, as soon as you saw cedric head underwater, your heart and breath stopped. yeah, it really did stop beating and supporting oxygen in your lungs until someone by your side patted your back.

it was cho chang, an ex—girlfriend of cedric, as she smiled and reassured you that he'd come back. "he'll be okay, don't worry," she side smiled. it had been a wonder how cedric and cho managed to keep a friendship with each other despite dating for a couple of months. you wouldn't have been handle it if you've dated an ex—boyfriend or ex—girlfriend or a significant other.

"how did you get to know cedric?" she asked suddenly, eyeing the water as she fiddled with her fingers, only to turn to face you and flash a kind and genuine smile. "cedric diggory was my friend before anything, before hogwarts, long before our births," you laughed at yourself, holding a hand against your stomach, rubbing in circles as you felt life. "which sounds weird but—well, it turns out," you turned to cho.

"his mother and my father were once in love," you smiled. "which is definitely weird," cho chuckled behind the palm of her hand. "we could've been brother and sister but since my great—grandmother was a pure blood supremacist, loyal follower of You-Know-Who, didn't like the thought of their relationship," you reassured cho that you weren't like the rest of your family. coming from a long line of slytherins and ravenclaws, you were different than most of them.

you didn't want to be a follower of Lord Voldemort. he meant nothing—and to think your grandparents were to gaslight, manipulate, and show you how much he was a saviour than the Ministry of Magic. "our parents separated—and i like to believe they passed their love down to us, to reunite what they made, and turn it into something pure, innocent, and have what they couldn't," you smiled to yourself as you rubbed your stomach in circles.

you and cedric were the only children your parents ever had. "only i was fortunate enough that my parents allowed me to love who i wanted, they protected, helped, and defended me when my relatives thought otherwise—i could see how my father looked at me when he saw me and cedric together," you rubbed your eyes. "he was so happy, accepting, and he was happy that he was going to be a grandfather," you trailed off.

you overshared as cho grabbed your hand, rubbing it in circles in the palm of her hand with another kind smile. "i don't know much about relationships but you and cedric are meant to be together, soulmates in fact, and it'll be okay, i hope you know that," she looked back at the waters as a half hour passed. cedric was the first to come up, and you felt your heart and chest free, like there wasn't a cement block preventing you from breathing and living.

"your house doesn't define your personality or how you preserve others and the world," cho whispered, cheering on as she referenced to your house—hufflepuff, it was destined to be.

cedric laughed, cheering on as his buddies ran towards him, gave him the biggest hug as you seen him scan the stands to find you. you waved to see him, smiling.

that night, cedric was chilly, freezing.

he had caught a cold, and luckily the next task wouldn't start in another few months, he had plenty of time to recover; you snuck from your dorm once the clock struck midnight, tiptoeing down to the common room as cedric was to meet you there. bundled up by the fireplace, you brought down medicine, heat pads, and more blankets to wrap him in as he was shivering.

he had nothing to wear except bathing suit trunks and a traditional hufflepuff shirt. "here, i usually keep these in case i get sick," you smiled at him before putting the heat pad on his lap, layering it with his blanket before giving him a sip of water. "shouldn't this be unfair?" he asked as he ate the lozenge you shoved in his mouth. "what is?" you asked as you struggled to sit down beside him, afraid of falling over, and hurting the babies.

cedric rolled his eyes as he grabbed your hips, sitting you on his lap on top of the heat pad. "you're pregnant with my daughters, and you're taking care of me while i'm sick," he wrapped the blanket across your body, holding you close against his chest before placing his face in the hem of your neck. "i don't like being underestimated. i enjoy a good challenge unless it doesn't hurt the girls," you shrugged as he chuckled in your neck, you giggled as it was a sensitive ticklish place, he breathed heavily.

he knew what he was doing.

"we're going to be amazing parents, my love," he whispered. "i'll make sure to get out of the last task alive—and once the girls are born, we're graduated, we're going to the muggle world, i'll look for a job—and you too, if you want, we'll live in the suburbans like other wizarding families, we'll watch our girls grow, see them off to hogwarts, write them letters, howlers if their mommy gets a bit angry, take care, protect, and love them for the summers, and endlessly like any other year," he paused to catch his breath. you smiled as he planned the future out for you—for your guys' family. "graduate, we'll grow old, and we'll have grandchildren—hopefully, anyway, if their husbands or significant others aren't total assholes," you two laughed.

"one of the first times i heard you say a swear word," his hand travelled to your stomach, wrapping it around as he felt a small kick, his head perked up quickly with a chuckle. "maybe, they didn't like daddy swearing," he said as he laughed at himself. "teach them to kill others with kindness, my love, that's all you've ever done—you managed to catch my heart with yours," both of his hands were on your stomach, digging his face in your neck as you two heard footsteps down the male hufflepuff stairs.

cedric hid your body as you two looked over—watching as one of his buddies slowed down, eyeing you two with an awkward smile. "h—hey . . ." he walked over and sat on the sofa but within a second, he stood back up and hurriedly walked back up to the dorms. you smiled as you knew cedric gave him one of his death stares.

you two sat there in silence as you've fallen asleep.

LAST TASK

it had been another month to prepare before the last task, and by then you had already given birth to your daughters with cedric by your side at the St Mungos hospital. you could remember the expression he made the moment he saw them—as if seeing them being torn out of you made him less nauseous and sick, focusing on the fact he had his first daughter named after the willow tree where you and cedric had your first date.

then his second daughter named iris after the flower you two came across, asking neville what kind it was.

your guys' daughters were born but it couldn't fix half of the hole in your chest. praying for a safe delivery for the babies, and praying for the safety of cedric each time he went out for a task. sometimes, you had wondered why he entered his name in the goblet of fire.

by the time of the last task, you had gotten closer with the trio, hermione, harry, ron. they hung out with you among the pregnancy and helping out every now and then when you needed something—especially hermione, she had a maternal instinct.

in advance before the task, you hugged cedric before he was off without kissing your guys' forehead. he looked at his daughters and connected his forehead with theirs, as if he promised he'd be back. after giving him one of your lucky charms, he told you he'd be okay.

you watched as he and the other competitors were preparing, he scanned for you in the area before waving to you, signalling that he was going to be fine but which also meant, he said in his words, whatever happens—he loves you and the girls.

he picked up the lucky charm, showed you before placing it in the palm of his hand where his wand had been stuck up his sleeve. his buddies reassured you, sucking in their own breaths as they were so desperately interested in winning, their house would've been marked the social one of the year, and the next year—for generations, in fact. you didn't care about winning. you were still hooked on the worst possible scenarios implemented in your head and thoughts and emotions.

each time cedric was out, a wave of sadness would take over you. you were afraid each time he was put in a dangerous situation. "he will be okay, alright?" one of his friends rubbed your shoulder, looking at cedrics daughters with a coo before he came excited as the announcer told them to get ready. you looked for cedrics father, amos, being bumped into for a bit you spotted him just across from you. anxiously walking over, you were by his side. "don't worry, i know my boy will come back," harry potter looked across the crowd before taking a breather, as he glanced at you for a split second, focusing back.

you didn't take interest in him before you snapped your attention back to cedric, he was in line with the others, biting the bottom of his lips. the second later, they had been off, cedric was running, and so did the others. next thing you knew, they—he was out of sight. "i'm scared amos," you confessed to him. your father in law. "it's only been a second, darling, cedric will come back and by then, we will be here with his full support whether or not he wins," he smiled.

"but what if he doesn't? what if he doesn't come back and they have to go search for him? oh god," you felt your heart beat faster, and your breathing going shallow. "darling, darling, don't worry, just give me the babies and come sit," amos grabbed your daughters in his arms, cradling them as he escorted you towards a chair, sitting down on the ground beside you. "what if i have to raise our daughters on my own? what if he doesn't come back? he already planned our future with the girls," you grabbed amos shoulder with anxiety.

"do you know what my son says to me when he talks about you?" he asked as he eyed the crowd. "he says he can't believe that he already became a father especially with a girl like you," you weren't sure if it was a compliment or an insult. "he talks about you each time you visited in the summer, and when he was out of reach with you, he couldn't even come out of his room," mr diggory smiled as mrs diggory walked up with water in her hand, looking at how pale you were, she offered as you gladly took it.

"i can't believe i'm a grandma to two perfect girls," she grabbed willow, holding her in her arms as she cradled. they were already up from their naps from the loud cheering crowd. you had no one to turn to to take care of them—everyone planned to watch the last task, and your parents weren't an option anymore since their passing.

you tapped your foot against the ground for a half hour. by then, mr and mrs diggory had fallen asleep next to each other, you had the girls in your arms. they had been awake, fussy, crying as you were looking for hermione and ron. they were arguing with each other in the background before you walked up, holding the babies bag on your shoulder.

"hermione," you anxiously called out for her before she faced towards ron, giving ron an annoyed look before running over to you. "can you and ron please take the girls?" you asked as she hesitantly looked back at ron, and you were desperate because the last task was coming to an end. "please, i need to make sure cedric comes back out safetly," she agreed.

"their bottles are already made. take them to a quiet place like over there!" you pointed towards a stand with no people, it looked to be quiet. "their diapers are in the bag along with their bibs when you feed them their bottles, they have a change of clothes, there's two fuzzy blankets each when they get cold," you rubbed your temples in frustration. "what am i forgetting?" hermione gave you a small smile.

"the girls will be okay. me and ron will take care of them," you nodded before rushing to the crowd, pushing in front as you had seen cedrics buddies in the front, they were looking at the hedges of the maze hoping to spot him. but it had only been a half hour, and they were given an hour to find the cup and come straight back. you didn't think that cedric would win but you'd rather have him come back safely with minor cuts and injury.

it had been a good thing when you didn't hear yells or lights appear above the maze but also had made you anxious as to if he was okay. "do you think he'll come back?" one of his friends asked you. "i'm supposed to be asking you that! i got kids with him!" you yelled in frustration, balling your hands into fists before he backed off with his hands and arms raised. everyone in the hufflepuff house began to surround the maze, hoping cedric would be the first to come out, then slytherin who had been cheering for cedric. gryffindor and ravenclaw following from behind for harry potter.

beauxbaton and durmstrang looked for fleur delacour and viktor krum. you felt your heart ache as another half hour passed, by then you thought of checking up on hermione and ron but they came back and found you, holding the twins in your arms. ron had the babies bag swung across his shoulder as they both carried one of your daughters.

once your daughters were in your arms, you felt more content and safer with them along with hermione and ron by your side. ron still had the bag across his shoulder, bearing the weight of the babies essentials. "cedric will come back," hermione reassured, trying to cover up her clear anxiety for harry. "but right now, i have to worry for harry, i can't bear the thought of losing him," which was fair.

you cradled your daughters in your arms, five minutes later, harry had appeared in front of the crowd with the cup in his hand and cedric by his side.

but cedric had been laying on the ground, and you felt your heart drop. your knees felt weak as ron and hermione grabbed the babies again, rushing over next to cedric along with mr and mrs diggory. harry had pointed out that he was okay, he had been knocked out and injured.

you felt relived before he gave a speech saying that Voldemort was back. your heart dropped once more until you tried to wake cedric, his eyes were half open until he flashed a weak smile. "god, you idiot!" you yelled in frustration before kissing his forehead. mr and mrs diggory were on both side of him, holding his hands. "where's the girls?" he whispered as you looked to find hermione and ron, they walked over and gave you the babies.

"they're safe. don't worry," you smiled, kissing his forehead once more. "thank god," he whispered before closing his eyes again. a stretcher appeared to take cedric, and next thing you knew, you were right beside him in the St Mungos hospital. he had been in bed rest for a good week. mrs diggory had informed you that you could stay at their place with the babies, she was taking care of them while you were in the hospital with cedric and mr diggory by his side.

after the triwizard tournament, it had been declared by harry that cedric had won, he got to the cup first; hufflepuffs around hogwarts cheered for cedric once he got well enough to arrive back.

"i'm just glad i'm still alive if it wasn't for potter," he connected your foreheads together as the babies had been in both of your arms, still sound asleep as the headmaster, dumbledore, said it was okay for you two to share a private dorm room in the boys.

everything will be alright now.

your guys' life was ahead now.

your daughters, cedric diggory, you,

it will be okay now.

first love never dies, after all.

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory imagine #cedric deserved better #cedric oneshot #cedric x you #fanfiction #harry potter and the goblet of fire #pregnancy

[tobitofunction]

The Witch and The Maniac Part 5

Canon divergence didn’t like the blog ending so I changed it,extremely long, hopefully, it makes sense @oyasumimosura​ @shamelesschristian

You awoke to someone’s hand gently rubbing your back,” That feels good, please don’t stop” Eren chuckled making you smile and luck up at him,” Morning”,” How long have you been awake?”,” Not long didn’t want to wake you, looked too cute to disturb” he said making your cheeks heat up, you wanted to say something to Eren when a call from your name made you stop, it was Wanda and she sounded confused. You and Eren headed downstairs when you saw a grey-haired male by the door,” He little sis, long time no see, who's the guy behind you?” the guy patted your head,” Pietro?”You mumbled,” The one and only,” he said proudly,” Y/N? Can we talk?” Vision said,” Actually I was planning to take Y/N out for breakfast or should I say brunch,” Eren said holding your hand,” It won’t take ages Eren. It must be important” you kissed his cheek and followed Vision to the kitchen,” I think your right about Wanda. I was talking to her last night after you went to bed and she went off at me” Vision said making your eyes widen,” that confirms it that Eren must have been away from her to distract me” you said looking at Eren who was being grilled by ‘Pietro’,” but why did she bring back wrong faced Pietro. Like I know he has been dead for a while but you just don’t forget how your twin looks” you said looking back at Vision who just shrugged,” Do you have a plan Y/N?”,” Well, there is a base built outside of the hex-” he lifted a brow,” Darcy one of the only one with a brain there said it, but it doesn’t matter for now. People trying to stop Wanda but she’s too powerful for them. I guess we stop her from the inside but she has everything she ever wanted here. Kids, you as her husband and father of her kids, Pietro and me…. And I have the Eren I wanted” you sighed and looked at Eren, the fake Eren, your head waged with the options live a fake perfect life at the cost of civilians or having your old life back with the civilians free,” You know this is wrong? Even if I’m dead in the outside world. I don’t want my life to be the reason people suffer from mind control” Vision said, touching your shoulder,” You're right, but I want to spend some time with Eren. Before he disappears with this version of the town” Vision nodded and gave you a smile.

“How do you find it?” Eren asked as he was chewing on some eggs,” Good, delicious even” you smiled,” How do you find it?”,” Good as well... I know this is random but how much control do you have of your powers?” Eren asked putting his fork down,” Why?” you asked cautiously,” Just wondering” he shrugged, he took your hand in his, they were so soft it made you feel like you were holding a Child's hands, someone who never was faced with any type of horror,” I can control it quite well. Eren, do you see yourself having a family with me?”, a smile grew on his face, something which you rarely saw but loved every time you saw it,” Of course, one from each, will be great. My mom would love it” he said making your heart sink,” So would mine” you said sadly, Eren squeezed your hand,” Let’s take a walk”.

You and Eren walked around the neighbourhood when he suddenly stopped in front of Agath’s house,” Is everything okay?” you asked touching his arm, but he didn’t say anything but just started to walk towards the house,” Eren, you can’t go in there” you hissed but he ignored you as if he was in some type of trance. You followed Eren inside the house,” Eren, how would we explain why we are here?” you said, he just turned to you and gave you a soft smile before continuing to walk this time he walked into the basement. You groaned a bad feeling started to erupt inside of you,” What the hell?” you mumbled, the basement was weird, it had arches made out of stone wrapped in moss and the roots of trees, shelves filled with glowing liquids and a desk stacked with ancient-looking books, weird-looking ruins were carved into the stone,” Look who we have here?”,” Agatha, I’m sorry Eren-”,” Good work boy” she smiled patting Eren’s head like he was a dog, Eren meanwhile stood motionless, he was gazing into nothing,” I don’t understand?” you mumbled,” Oh honey, and I thought you would be smarter like that. Oh well, let me explain, I want your sister's powers but I need her vulnerable and you are in my way, yes I would take yours too but you seem too much in control and mental saner than her. So I went inside that little head of yours and extracted him, not perfect but good enough for you to get doubts and now your here” she said,” Why my sister?”,” She’s the Scarlet Witch, a being made from chaos and you are something too but I don’t care enough to research” she laughed making your roll your eyes,” I won’t let you hurt her” you lifted your hand but nothing came out,” Ohh I forgot to tell you, see those symbols on the walls? This means only I can use magic here little witch and I will send you back where you came from. Thank me later?” her fingers tips turned black and purple-black smoke wrapped around you.

“Y/N?, Y/N? Please wake up” you heard someone say,” Maybe get off her so she can breathe Sasha?” Connie? you thought,” What if she is dead?” Sasha said,” Dead people don't have a pulse stupid,” a voice which defiantly belonged to Jean said and you could hear the eye roll, you slowly opened your eyes and were faced with Sasha, how Connie said she was on top of you, her hands were holding tightly to your clothes, tears were in hear eyes,” What’s going on?” you mumbled making everyone's attention snap towards you,” You are alive” Sasha gasped hugging you tightly,” Not for long if you don't loosen that grip” you gasped,” Oh sorry” she got of you and you sat up and looked around, you didn't recognise the place you were in, you looked at around and saw Sasha, Jean, Connie and Mikasa, “ Why are you dressed like that?” you lifted a brow, they were wearing something you only saw in extremely old movies but nothing that they would wear in Paradise,” We could ask you the same and where you have been for nearly a year,” Mikasa said, you looked down and saw that you are still wearing 80s clothing,” It’s a long story but where is Eren? I need to talk to him” you said, Mikasa didn't look at you she was staring at the floor,” We don’t know, he just disappeared, since you dissapeard he was acting so strange, he was more distant, we all thought you were dead” Mikasa said wiping a tear from her eyes,” We suspected the worst when Eren said he couldn't find you after you broke up” she hugged you tightly, “ I’m so glad you are alive, where were you all this time?” she asked, you sighed and looked at your friends,” I explain everything, but maybe it’s the best if Hange, Armin and Levi are there too” you said,” I bring them to you, it’s probably more comfortable there than here on wet piece of stone” Jean said.

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Connie said pouting,” I was worried that you might find it too weird and be scared of me,” you said,” We probably would have been but we would have gotten over it, you are our friend after all,” Jean said making everyone nods,” Now, it’s your turn. Where are we and were is Eren,” you said after a while,” This is Marley, we left Paradise soon after you went missing, the last we saw of Eren was at an assembly.... however we weren't contactless, we received this letter a couple of months ago, it’s from Eren,” Mikasa said handing you a letter, you quickly read through it,” Are you going through with this?” you asked handing Mikasa the letter back, Eren’s plan in the letter was different to the plan he told you about, did he change his mind? Or is this plan just a diversion of his actual plan, the latter is probably the truth” We need Eren back, so we don't really have a choice. Paradise can't win a war against Marley, we are way too behind to stand a chance” Jean said,” Armin will you be okay with killing people with the colossal?” you asked the boy,” I don’t know but do I have a choice?”,” If you are thinking of writing back to him, don't include me being back. I want it to be a surprise” you said.

Chaos, blood, death, and destruction that was surrounding you right now. Eren transformed in the midst of a war declaration against Paradise. He might have killed a bunch of soldiers but he also killed civilians and children. You watched Eren getting attacked by the War Hammer when you decided it was time to finally intervene, you used your powers to stop the hammer from hitting Eren, and the red glow shined on the white material, the war hammer seemed rattled by this which gives Eren the opportunity to pull the shifter from her place, she was inside the same crystal as Annie is. “Goddamit Eren” you mumbled as he began bitting into the crystal, you shoved the war hammer titan away from Eren,” Eren, don't,” you said landing on his shoulder, this head turned to you,” Y/N?” you looked behind you and saw Eren, his hair was longer than the last time you saw him, he grew a small chin beard, his green eyes were dull, no life were behind them,” Ere, please stop this. Stop this massacre” you kneeled down in front of him, cupping his cheek,” Please” you begged,” I’m not going to let them take away my freedom,” he said.

 You couldn't stop Eren from eating the war hammer, he was with Levi and his brother. You stood with Sasha,” It’s not your fault that Eren ate the war hammer” she tried comforting you,” I could have stopped him, but I didn't” you sighed,” Did you hear that?” Sasha said randomly, you looked around and saw a little girl with a gun,” Sasha watch out” you said as the girl pulled the trigger, you pushed Sasha out the way with your powers, and she crashed against the went with a heavy thud, the bullet hit a random soldier making him fall to his knees as blood gushed out of his side,” Crap” you mumbled as his friends rushed to his aid. Meanwhile the other rushed towards the girl and another child who appeared,” Don’t hurt them. We bring them to the Commander and Captain” you said pushing past them and grabbing the kids from the grasp of the angry soldiers. Some of them gave you dirty looks,” Why should we listen to a freak like you?” one asked getting face to face with you,” Because, I could kill you with a flick of my finger. So move or you will be moved” you hissed pushing the kids past the soldiers,” How is Sasha?”,” She will be fine, just with a major headache” Jean said as Sasha tried to sit up,” Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to be so harsh” you cringed,” She’s alive that’s the most important” Connie answered for her.

They threw Eren into prison and brought Zeke somewhere with Levi. Hange gave you permission to talk to Eren but only for 10 minutes.” Hey Eren” you said, he looked from the mirror to you, he was clean-shaven and had his hair in a bun,” Don’t you want to put on a shirt? It’s quite chilly here” Eren chuckled,” Don’t like the view?” he teased walking over,” Where have you been?” he asked reaching his hand through the bars, his rough hands cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin,” Westview, it’s a long story with no end so far but someone, my neighbour and a fake you send me back here” Eren furrowed his brows,” Told you it was complicated”,” You didn't stop me from killing the people in Marley, are you on my side now?” he asked hopefully,” No, I don’t know why I didn’t but-”,” Because deep down you know I have point”,” You're probably right but you killed innocent people, children” you gently took his hand from your cheeK,” And that’s where I draw the line. Eren please don’t go-ahead with your plan, there must be another way” he shook his head,” I don’t like Zeke’s plan either.... I might have one,” you said making lift a brow,” Give me 2 days, to set this plan in motion and if I fail...., I help with the execution of your plan” Eren face light up,”Deal” he said,” Can I ask what the plan is?”,” What do you think of exploring my world? You be free there. I find a place where the people of Paradise can live in freedom”,” If you could manage that, it would be perfect” he said cupping your cheek again,” I missed you Y/N, so much... can I kiss you?” he asked, you smiled and moved closer, your lips grazing against his when the door swung open,” Times up love birds” Hange said,” 2 days” you said pulling away from him. You felt Eren’s eye bore into you as you left,” Hange, call a meeting. I have something to say”.

“Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Hange asked in disbelief,” I’m sorry, I just hoped that... I don’t know but he gave me 2 days to set this plan into motion” you said,” 2 days isn’t a lot” Jean said,” I know but if I’m able to contact my sister, we can work from two fronts, it will make things easier” you shrugged,” Just make sure that Eren keeps his side of the promise, and even if he breaks out to make sure he doesn’t meet Zeke”,” Fine, we can do that” Mikasa said,” Also I need a lot of candles”.

“ Wanda? Can you hear me?” you said, you wear floating in the middle of a circle with candles the red of your powers was floating around you,” Please answer me. it’s important”,” Y/N? Is that you?”,” Yes, it’s me”,” Where are you, you just disappeared,” she said sounding worried,” Back where the time stone send me. It’s called Paradise and it’s in danger of being destroyed by its oppressors, I need your help saving them” Wanda didn’t say anything,” Wanda?-”, “ I lost my children and Vision, I will help you but with the promise of you helping me getting my children back”,” You lost the twins? How?”,” Agatha.. she showed me the damage that I was doing in my grief... I hurt people as I didn't get the life I wanted. I’m fine without Vision but I need my children, please help me-”,” I will”,” Thank you, the only good thing which came out this situation is that I have a book.. it can help with anything. You are in a different universe all we have to do is teleport the people from your place to here..... but we can only do a select view. Don’t forget that the world is trying to rebuild itself with little resources”,” Yeah, I…. Let’s go through with it. If Eren awakes the Titans in the wall, people of the island will die as well, man I sound so selfish”,” You want to protect your family, sometimes other people will come last”,” Getting Eren away from here will also be the only option to save the others from this world”,” If you're still for it, I will be here” you stayed silent for a while,” Let’s do it. I need to talk to the rest first. I will be back” with that you opened your eyes and landed back on the ground. The second your body touches the ground, the candlelight died.

“That’s not fair. The other of this isle deserve to be free as well” Jean said shaking his head,” Well my home is already suffering from overpopulation and lack of everything adding a whole island won’t do any of them good. Either that or 80% of the world will die” you said crossing your arms, it was quiet for a while,” If this the way to save the rest of the world from Eren’s plans than so be it…” Hange said pinching the bridge of their nose,” Do you want to tell Eren the news of just hitting him with that?” Hange asked,” We have two days and the day is nearly over, I contact my sister just keep an eye out on Eren and make a list of people you want to bring, keep it small-“,” Jaeger escaped,” a soldier said bargain in,” Seriously? How horrible is he with time” you pinched the bridge of your nose,” Find and make sure-“,” He doesn’t meet Zeke,” everyone said together.

Sasha stayed with you, in case you needed help. She was chewing on a potato, while you were lighting the candles,” Do they have good food?”,” Yes, we have so many different variations of food. You can even make money from it. Either through being a good critic or by eating in front of a camera. I explain once we are there. You will be awesome” you smiled as Sasha's eyes lit up,” Are you as advanced as Marley?”,” Even more”,” Wow. I hope this works all out” she said,” Me too”.

“ This is more complicated than it looks” you mumbled,” Concentrate” Wanda hissed sounding slightly annoyed,” What do you think I’m doing? Fingerpainting? Keep in mind you are the only one with a book,” you said opening your eyes seeing a concerned Sasha,” You okay?” she mouthed, you took a deep breath and nodded,” Any word from the others?” she shook her head and peaked between the blinds,” It’s a bloodbath out there Eren is transformed but no sign of Zeke. You sure you still want to do this? Eren broke his promise,” she said,” I’m doing this for the rest of the world not for Eren. I have until the end of tomorrow, even if he meets Zeke, he promised me not to activate the rumbling until than” you close your eyes again,” I might have found something. Concentrate as I’m trying to show you what I’m seeing and than we actually start this”.

Did Eren feel bad about breaking his promises? Yes of course but he needed to keep going in case you fail. He doesn’t want to waste a day, as every minute wasted is a minute that Marley is planning against Paradise . He does in believe in you though, this is just in case. Eren didn’t even feel bad about killing the Marley soldiers, squashing them like bugs under his feet, they have caused too much pain and death for him to feel any remorse. He only feels bad for the children but that feeling won't stop him from achieving his goals of freedom. You however do care and started to show, your skin seemed to be empty from any colour, Sasha started to worry but didn’t want to intervene,” Wanda, I don’t know if I can handle this-”,” Don’t, we promised each other. I want my children Y/N and if you pull out-”,” I won’t, I’m sorry... I will be fine” you said continuing,  red orb started to grow in the room,” Y/N, I think it’s working.... the red orb is part of it? And should be growing right?” you didn’t say anything and curiosity got the better of the foodie and touched it making her disappear. Sasha landed with a thud on a hardwood floor,” You must be the girl who was talking to my sister” Wanda said moving her head to the side, the orb in front of her was growing,” I’m Wanda, don’t touch anything until I’m done” her eyes glowed red making Sasha nod,” Your friend is here” Wanda said focusing back on the orb,” It’s working, let’s continue don’t lose focus or stop, I don’t want to this again. And time is ticking for you” Wanda said,” But, they wanted to tell me who-”,” It doesn’t matter, focus on the people who you want to bring. They are the ones who will see this and the second they touch the be here. Easy as” she said,” Okay... I guess I have no choice” you took a deep breath and focused all your power on the orb, you felt tired and your eyes were heavy, you needed the close for better concretion but even if you wanted to open them you couldn’t. You thought of the people you wanted to have by your side, Jean, and Connie was the first to pop up in your mind, followed by Mikasa, Armin and of course Eren but the memories of Reiner, the cart titan, Annie invited your mind even the jaw how he attacked Eren. Those two kids which nearly killed Sasha popped into your mind as well, you furrowed your brows trying to get them out of your mind but more people joined in Nicolo and Onyankpopon were the only positive memories of people joining in at the end. But the worst face which you could have popped up Zeke,” No, go away. You don't deserve it, none of you besides my friends, go get out my head”,” Y/N concentrate. I know you are under pressure but you need to keep your cool” Wanda said sensing your distress, the orb in front of her grew bigger at an alarming rate, Wanda couldn’t do anything, you were always the one in control of your powers, something which she was jealous of but never would admit but now feeling your distress scares her, a sense of guilt filled her,” Is it supposed to grow this fast?” Sasha asked,” No but if were you duck as it will be pretty full here soon,” Wanda said as the red energy filled the room.

You felt a hand touch your cheek,” Y/N? Please wake up” it was Wanda, you groaned and slowly tried to open your eyes,” Mmmh, I’m tired” you mumbled,” I know but I just wanted to tell you, we did it... I think.. I don’t any of these people “Wanda said which made your eyes shoot open, the first person you saw was Wanda,” Nice outfit” you said, her hair was curled and she wore a red crown which matches her outfit (her outfit from Multiverse of Madness),” I could say the same to you” she teased, you looked down and saw basically the same outfit just with long gloves and no shoulder top instead of her long-sleeved outfit (WandaVision outfit). You looked away from her and saw your friends,” Can’t wait for you to show us around Y/N” Jean said looking excited,” Can’t wait to eat the food here” Sasha said turning to Nicolo who smiled softly,” What are they doing here?” you hissed seeing Reiner and Annie with people you don't recognise,” The spell affected everyone who you were thinking of while it's being cast” Wanda said scrunching her nose,” Can we send them back” you asked,” In your condition no. You need to eat, drink and rest” Wanda said helping you with the help of Connie,” What about Mikasa and Armin?”,” They went looking for Eren” Reiner said,” You don’t have talking privilege” you hissed making his shoulder slump,” I need to see Eren-”,” Zeke is here” Jean said,” What? She deserves to know”,” He will defiantly be send back” you hissed at your sister,” We can think about it once you can stand on your feet by yourself”. Wanda turned to your friends,” Find the others and tell her she’s awake, I bring her to bed and cook something-”,” I can do that, I was a cook back in-”,” the other universe?” Nicolo nodded,” Fine, I don’t have much but it should be enough”.

Eren sat on the grass in the midst of a bunch of cherry blossom trees, the petals flying around him, the sun hitting his face and the wind blowing around the hair which fell out of his bun. “Is this freedom?” Eren asked feeling his friends present behind him,” Don’t know we just got here” Armin said sitting beside him, Mikasa did as well,” It feels peaceful. It feels safe” she smiled,” I’m sorry, for going too far. I just wanted you to be safe” he said,” It’s fine-”,” Y/N is awake. She was asking for you” Jean said making Eren shoot up,” Bring me to her”.

You laid in Wanda’s bed, she handed you a glass of water, the cold water felt great in your dry throat,” Y/N” Eren said barging in the room,” Eren” you said,” I’m so sorry, I should have waited.... but you did, I’m so proud” he cupped your cheek,” The WestView one smelled better” Wanda whispered in your ear, scrunching her nose,” Let’s leave them” Wanda said pushing Mikasa and Armin out the room.

“How do you like it so far?” you asked playing with your fingers,” I’m free, and so are my friends, even though I saw Reiner and Co outside and I saw Zeke ruining to the mountains” you chuckled,” We find him, maybe it’s not so bad he’s here” Eren furrowed his brows,” Having Wanda take care of me, it showed me how important it is to have your siblings, and Zeke is your only blood relative, I know you have Mikasa and Armin but-”,” I will try it with him, maybe your right, but for now I just want to spend some time with you,” he said before pressing his lips to you,” I will fix the curse next,” you said between kisses,” I love you so much,” he said making you smile,” I love you too”

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look at my son (spencer reid/reader)

Title: look at my son 

Request: no

Couple: dad!spencer reid/fem!reader

Category: fluff w/ a side of angst

Content Warning: spencer’s pov, mentions of an absent father, mentions of child birth, crying, anxieties about parenthood, new parents, talks about spencer’s past (prison, addiction, kidnapping), brief mentions about past suicidal thoughts, mentions of drugs (Dilaudid) and needles

Word Count: 3,957

Summary: spencer has a heart to heart with his newborn son while his wife sleeps.

A/N: totally based on dear theodosa from the hamilton soundtrack. I am not afraid to say that. Definitely big feels happening and there’s no regrets. this is possibly my favorite thing i’ve ever written. my best friend said it was soft and adorable, and so sweet she needed a dentist. i love it so much.  thank you all so much for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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“Go to sleep, please, you need rest,” I whispered as I looked down at my overly-exhausted wife. Although her face was looking up at me, her eyes were somewhere else. They were on a small figure just to the left of me. Her eyes had a certain glossiness over them, and it was most certainly from her exhaustion or the hours of pain she just endured to bring our son into the world. 

“B-but,” she finally looked away from the figure and up at me. “What… What if he wakes up… And, and he needs me.” Her voice was soft and cracked at the end of her words. I smiled softly as I tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

“It’s a good thing I never sleep. Please, you really need the rest. I’ll be here,” I returned the whisper before pressing my lips to her forehead. Her hand gripped mine as I went to move away. I looked down at her, appreciating the way the dim lamp lit up her face. Even though she was extremely tired, she still looked beautiful to me.

“If he wakes up… Or… Or cries… Or moves the wrong way… Please, wake me up," she whispered, her eyes still on me. The grip she held on my hand wasn’t super tight, but it was tight enough for me to keep my hand in hers.

“Please trust me… He’ll be fine and I’ll be fine. If I need help I’ll get a nurse,” I lifted a hand and gently held her face. She slowly blinked and nodded. “Everything will be okay for an hour, okay?” 

“Okay, okay,” she looked between me and the sleeping baby, “An hour is so long,” she whined. I smiled before laughing softly. 

“Get some rest,” I pressed my lips to her forehead, again, before to her lips, “I love you,” I looked down at her with a soft smile.

“But...”

“Go to sleep,” I stared at her. She grumbled a little bit before pulling the blanket further up her body. I finally pulled my hand from hers and went back to the chair. I kept my eyes on her for a few minutes, watching as she tossed and turned before eventually falling asleep. I felt a little bad for forcing her to go to sleep, mostly because I knew she wanted to spend every waking moment with our son. But when she was actually awake, she was so exhausted that it looked like she’d pass out at any moment.

When I was sure she was asleep for a little while, I flipped my book open and began to read. Of course, my attention only lasted for so long when a soft sound came from the bassinet beside me. I pulled my eyes off the book and looked towards my son. He was wiggling slightly in his spot, but just a little bit. If you were just looking in the room, and not right at him, you wouldn’t have noticed him moving. But my attention was solely on him, so I could see his movements.

I looked over at my sleeping wife, noting that she was stirring slightly. My eyes stayed on her for a moment, waiting till she got comfortable again before I stood from the chair and walked over to the bassinet. 

“Hey there,” I looked down at the wiggling form. I know he wasn’t looking at me, but my heart grew as he moved his head to face me. “Your mom is asleep right now. So, you’ve got me. Your dad,” I whispered as I carefully rested my hand on his body. He was so small, my hand was almost the size of him. “I’m your dad.” 

I stayed silent as I stared at him. I didn’t want to pick him up, in case he went back to sleep. Of course, luck would not be on my side. Because the second I pulled my hand from his body, he started screaming and crying. 

“Oh, please, please don’t,” I cringed as I quickly looked over my shoulder at my wife. She had begun stirring again, slowly waking up. “I got it, it’s okay,” I spoke loud enough for her to hear. I turned and looked back at the screaming boy. 

“Shhh, it’s okay,” I whispered as I picked him up, holding him close to my chest with both my hands. The second he was close to me, he calmed down. A small sigh of relief came from me as I turned to sit back down.

My wife was still, her eyes on me with a small smile on her lips. “Go back to sleep, I got it,” I looked back at her as I adjusted my hold on the baby. 

“He’s so little in your arms though…” she whispered as she kept her eyes on me. I looked up from our baby and at her. “Just a widdle man,” she closed her eyes before sighing deeply. 

“Yeah, he is, isn’t he?” I asked, bringing my hand to his face. My fingers gently brushed across his cheeks before down the bridge of his nose. 

I was happy I didn’t get an answer from my wife. I was even happier when I looked up at her and she was asleep. Actually asleep too. I could only hope it was a restful sleep this time. 

My attention was drawn back down to my son when he started crying a little bit. I was instantly looking at his face. The longer I stared at him, the more my heart swelled or fluttered or whatever it was it was doing. I knew a lot of things. But, I didn’t know the feeling I was having for my son, my own child. Of course, I felt this feeling before with my wife. But this was somehow different.

“So, anyway, I’m your dad… That’s so weird to say… that I’m someone’s dad now,” I whispered as I brought my hand to hold the back of his head. “I never thought I’d ever say that, but we’ll keep that between you and me, okay?” I smiled softly. My body carefully swayed back and forth to try to keep him quiet. 

I stayed quiet as I stared at him. I wasn’t scared that I’d wake him up. No, I was just scared I’d say the wrong thing. But can you really say the wrong thing to a baby who was 12 hours old? I wasn’t entirely sure, but it was one of my fears.

“You know, growing up I didn’t exactly have a dad. He left me when I was just 10,” my voice was hardly a whisper as I stared at him. I could feel tears begin to well in the corner of my eyes. There was nothing I could do to stop them either. I just had to let them roll down my cheeks.

“I just had my mom. And, well, my mom just had me." I brought my hand back to rest on his body. The way he breathed seemingly calmed me down. But I think it was the fact that he was okay that was calming me. He’s been okay since the first day we knew about him. In fact, he was more than okay. He was perfect.

“But I promise,” my voice was shaky as I stared at him, “I’ll be around for you. You’ll have a mom and a dad.” I tried to keep my voice from cracking, but it was hard not to let the emotions show. 

I pressed my head back into the headrest behind me. Just as my eyes closed, he started moving around against my chest. I looked down at him and saw him looking back up at me. 

“Hey there,” I laughed as I looked at his eyes, “You have your mom’s eyes,” I wrinkled my nose as I stared at him. 

I tried to not think about all the monsters in the world outside of our hospital room. All the horrors and terrors his mom and I have gone through to get to this very moment. I’d do whatever it takes just to make sure he’s safe and sound. The thoughts of the monsters made me scared. Is this what parenthood would be? Being scared every waking moment, while simultaneously being in love, and embracing the ups and downs of everything? 

Was I prepared for this? Was I prepared at all to be a father? I mean, I didn’t have a father figure till I was 22, but even he left me. I tried to not think about it, but it was becoming increasingly harder the more I sat in silence.

With a deep sigh, I looked down at him. I was happy he was quiet. He had a long day too. Being born can do a lot to a person, well to more than a person. I think I’m more happy than tired, to be honest. That he’s here, and he’s perfect, and no one would ever be as perfect as he is to me.

I’ve waited for this moment for… I don’t even know. I don’t think there was a starting point, the feeling was just always there. 9 months ago just fueled this feeling. And, now he’s here. It took him a long time today, too. He really wanted his first appearance to be grand. Just like his mother.

“I’m a dad,” I whispered, this time letting my words break. My eyes stayed glued to him. It was impossible to say how much time had passed, but I knew it was a while. And his mom stayed asleep the whole time. Just like how he did. 

If I had known I’d become a dad 15 years ago, when I was kidnapped by Tobias Henkel, when I thought I’d die then… I probably would have been safer and stayed with JJ. I wouldn’t have split up with her. Or, all those times after I was kidnapped, sitting in a bathroom stall with a needle in my arm while Dilaudid ran through my bloodstream, waiting for the high to kick in or take me for good. Or… Or my time in prison, where there were the times I almost got killed… I could go on, really. I have too many near-death experiences to count.

“I can’t wait to tell you all the stories I know, you’ll love them,” I ran my finger back down his nose before resting it gently on his lips, then on his chin. “Russian folk tales… Chaucer, like my mother told me… Stories of cases your mom and I were on,” I smiled as his nose twitched slightly. I sighed deeply before pressing my head against the chair behind me. “Maybe someday I’ll teach you chess.”

Even though all he did was just be born, he still went through some traumatic stuff. All of that can do a lot to a person. And when he was finally here, and in our arms, he cried. He cried to let his long awaited parents know he was finally here. It made my wife cry, and it made me cry. But it was the way he cried that broke my heart. The sharp ear-piercing screams resonated in the room, and I knew for sure I’d never forget it.

My arms stayed still, holding him close to my chest. I couldn’t stop my eyelids from shutting, like miniature garage doors closing. My body was yelling, shouting for sleep. Even though I never slept before this, watching my wife give birth, and all the moments leading up to this moment here, were exhausting. But they’re precious moments. All 3 of us may be exhausted, but it’ll be worth it all. 

Although, it was this moment that I decided every day was going to be for him. He was going to be the reason I’d return home instead of staying at the office late. Before his birth, and even before we found out about him, I never envisioned my life turning domestic. To be honest, even though I longed to be a parent, I never truly envisioned myself adopting a domestic life-style. 

 As long as he stayed still in my arms, he could stay with me while I slept. I think even if he squirmed a little bit in my arms, he couldn’t get very far. His tired little body was wrapped tightly in his blanket. Thankfully he was fast asleep, not a care in the world. He was still entirely too little to have anything to care about, other than eating and sleeping. 

It was early in the morning, or some would say late at night. Our room was dark, the only light coming from the small desk lap on the nightstand beside me. Outside, the sun was just starting to rise, making the sky a dark pale blue. Usually I’d watch the sunrise, but… my son. 

The quietness of our room mixed with the whispers of the nurses out in the halls, and their squeaky shoes, and the whirring of the hospital machinery became my soft lullabies, lulling me to sleep. The three of us slept peacefully, not a bother in the room.

But what it was that actually got me to sleep was the thought of him growing up. I thought I was smart, but the images and thoughts of him older, and even now, made me so… happy that I felt dumb.  

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“When did you say they were coming?” my wife asked, looking between me and the baby. I looked down at my watch, trying to remember when the team would come over to visit. It wasn’t that I forgot when they were coming over… I just had other things on my mind. Like my son and wife for instance.

“I think, any minu-”’-te now.’

“Alright, where’s my precious godson!” a woman exclaimed, cutting me off, as she entered the room. I looked over at the door for a brief moment, watching as 4 people walked into the room. A small smile grew across my lips as I recognized the 4 people as Penelope, Luke, JJ, and Emily. 

“Hey,” my wife looked at everyone with a big smile and exhausted eyes. 

“Good morning, mom and dad,” Penelope looked between us. The smile she wore was bright and cheery, like usual. She carried a balloon, a stuffed animal, and a few large gift bags. 

“It’s so nice seeing you guys,” my wife smiled as she spoke.

“It’s hard to believe that you just had a baby. You look… Amazing,” JJ laughed as she looked at my wife. My wife looked over at JJ with a certain exhaustion in her eyes. 

“I don’t feel like I look amazing,” she laughed lightly. The baby in her arms wiggled slightly, causing everyone to look at him.

“Oh, look at him,” Penelope cooed as she looked between me, my wife, then finally at my son. I smiled as I looked at the small baby in my wife’s arms. “You must be so proud, Spence." “Well, I wouldn’t say proud is the word I’m looking for,” I laughed as I peeled my eyes off my child and looked at Penelope, Luke, JJ, and Emily. Although I was half expecting them to be looking at the sleeping baby, they were looking at me. How did they not want to look at my baby? He’s all I wanted to look at. He had my undivided attention now. 

“It’s so weird that you're a dad now,” JJ laughed as she walked around the other 3 guests and came to stand closer to me. I smiled, watching as she placed a small, pale blue gift bag on the small table. 

“Do you want to hold him?” My wife looked up at JJ with a smile. JJ looked down at the baby before up at my wife. 

“Are-are you sure?” JJ laughed lightly as she looked between my wife and child. I smiled as I looked at JJ. I laughed lightly at her hesitance. To be fair, she just wanted to make extra sure it was okay, since we’re new parents. 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure,” my wife laughed as she carefully held out her arms. JJ smiled as she carefully picked our baby up from her arms. I smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed, holding my baby close to her body.

“He’s… precious,” JJ whispered as he looked down at him. “He has your nose,” she looked over at my wife, who was lovingly looking at our baby. A small smile grew across her lips as she nodded. 

 “Well, he has his father’s eyes.” My wife looked up at me with a small smile. If we hadn’t already argued over his little facial features, I would’ve argued with her that our son looks the most like her. That was why he was perfect. 

“Has Derek come by yet?” Emily asked as she looked away from the baby and at me.

“He said he’d visit when we got back home,” I nodded as I looked over at her. Emily nodded before returning her gaze back to the baby. Everyone was looking at him, and I didn’t blame them. 

“You guys… You take all the time that you need. Don’t rush back to the office,” Emily nodded. 

“But please come by and visit us all you want,” Penelope spoke as she looked between my small family. I laughed and nodded.

“We’ll definitely come and visit you guys.”

“You all know Spence. Can’t stay away from the office for a long time,” it was my wife’s turn to talk. She looked at me and lifted a hand. I looked back at her, adoring the way she smiled at me. I lifted my hand and placed it in hers. When she finds out that my days of staying late at the office are over, I’m sure she’ll be more than excited.  

“Maybe those days are over,” I shrugged as I looked down at the baby. I smiled softly and felt a sudden wave of calm wash over me. Everyone looked away from the baby and up at me with mild shock on their faces. 

“Really?” My wife asked as she gently pulled on my arm. I looked down at my wife, noting the way she was looking back at me. 

“I’ve been thinking about it. No hard answers,” I spoke as I looked back at Emily.

“Take all the ti-” She was unfortunately cut off by her phone ringing, “time… I’ll be right back,” she nodded before leaving the room. 

“I can’t wait to spoil the little sucker,” Penelope clapped her hands together as she looked between us. I laughed, watching as Luke looked at his partner. 

“Sure, spoil,” he nodded. The moment was ruined by our son unexpectedly screaming. JJ looked over at my wife, an apologetic look on her face.

“It’s okay. You know how newborns are,” my wife laughed as she took the baby from JJ. 

“With that, we should probably go. Little guy’s probably hungry,” JJ nervously chuckled as she stood. I shoved my hands in my pockets and stepped over to the three. 

“Thanks for stopping over. You guys seriously don’t know how much this means to me… To us,” I gestured over to my wife as I spoke.

“Oh, Spence, of course! Wouldn’t miss visiting you guys the first day as parents,” JJ smiled as she hugged me. I hummed as I hugged her. 

I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep, if I had slept at all. I wasn’t even sure if it was a restful sleep either. But what I did know that one second later my body jerked awake when the loud sharp cries of a baby. 

My eyes snapped open and I looked down at the screaming figure. I cringed as I glanced at my wife, who I hoped was sleeping. But she was awake. Her eyes were glued to me and the baby.

“What are you doing awake?” I asked as I looked over at my wife, who was looking at me with wide, dewy eyes. Her exhausted smile told me that she’d been awake for a while. I looked down at the screaming baby in my arms before looking back at her. “Figured that one out myself.” I laughed when I realized the redundancy of my question. I stood up and lightly bounced to try to quiet the baby.

“I can take him.” My wife smiled as she looked up at me and lifted up her hands. Her eyes were glued to the small figure in my hands. I looked down at the baby and nodded.

“Yeah, I knew you were about to say that.” I laughed as I stepped over to her. She finally looked away from the baby and up at me with a smile. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Well, I slept.” She sighed deeply as she held the baby close to her. She looked down at him and smiled. “Hello, little man," she whispered as she brought her finger down his nose. “How did you sleep?” 

“To be honest, I don’t think I did.” I wrinkled my eyebrows as I sat back down. “Just… I’m not sure anymore. I didn’t sleep before he was born… But now I think I’ve lost all chances of sleep with him.” I chucked as I looked over at them. 

“Well… I mean, I’m sure your 12 cups of coffee a day won’t help that situation.” She laughed as she glanced at me. I slouched back in my chair, resting my head on my fist. “Or, well, I take that back. Keep drinking your 12 cups. I don’t want to wake up at 3 in the morning for diaper changes.” She sighed as she looked at the baby.

“Guess I’m going to need all of the time off in the world then,” I spoke through a yawn. My wife smiled at me and nodded. “Surely Emily won’t care if we’re both off for a while. She’s got plenty of help with the team.”

“I think I’ll need the help more than Emily,” my wife chuckled lightly. “You should get some rest, Spencer. You look more exhausted than me.” 

“How do you know what you look like?” I furrowed my eyebrows. She glanced at me before patting the small space beside her. I looked at her hand before yawning again.

“Just a guess. C’mere,” she looked at me as she moved her hand back and forth on the space. With a deep sigh, I stood up and moved so I was sitting beside her on the bed. “There, now you’ll sleep better.” 

“And where’d you get this science from?” I asked as I rested my head on her shoulder. She chuckled lightly and shrugged.

“On the science that I’m your wife and I know you sleep better when you’re beside me instead of a crappy hospital chair.” She looked down at me. I looked back at her before blinking lightly.

“Okay, that’s pretty sound logic.” I nodded as I looked down at the baby, who was back to sleep. It was amazing what a mother’s touch could do.

“See, like father, like son," she whispered as she brought her hand back up to her face. I furrowed my eyebrows before smiling. “Please get some sleep.”

“Beginning to sound like me there.” I lifted my head slightly to look at her. She looked back at me before pressing her lips to mine. 

“Sleep tight.” She ruffled my hair slightly. I smiled before resting me head back on her shoulder. 

I was happy when sleep came to me. It felt more restful than before… Maybe my wife’s scientific logic made sense...

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Baby Nolan - goldfish

Summary: It's here, nolan arrives!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: child birth but not explicit, crying, Nora meeting her little brother

Word count: 1.6 k

Blog appropriate for all ages

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Chris hands were laced with yours as you both sat in the hospital. You were in labor and have been for about 2 hours. As excited as you were to meet your little boy, you were very nervous. It's been a while since you've had a baby of course, and it terrified you.

But with Chris by your side you were perfect.

He was the best husband ever. Getting you ice chips, getting you cold and hot rags when needed, said the sweetest things to you when you needed it, he was definitely a great help, you definitely wouldn't be able to do this without him.

"do you need some more ice baby?" Chris asked as he ran his thumb over your hand. You shook your head, weakly smiling, "no, I'm okay now."

Chris mumbled out 'ok' before sitting back in his chair. You let a very loud groan fall from your lips as a contraction took over your body. Chris quickly sat up and coached you through it.

Just like you, he was terrified as well. He was ready for his bub to get here but seeing you in pain was very hard for him.

Dispite being scared, he knew he needed to be tough for you. When this was all over he knew he would be a sobbing mess and frankly he was ready for it.

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"okay, it passed." You said as your chest rose and fell. Chris looked up at you with a smile, "you're doing a great job honey, keep it."

You smiled at him, "thanks."

Right after you said that the doctor Walked in. He checked everything out to see if you were doing okay. When he noticed everything was, he walked out of the room and back on to his business.

"god, I want this to be over." You said feeling yourself ready to cry. Chris quickly got up and calmed you.

"hey, hey it's okay. It'll be over soon, I promise baby."

You sniffed, "can we call Nora and see how she's doing? I miss my crazy monkey."

Chris chuckled, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Of course."

Chris dialed his mom's number, watched it ring a couple of times before she picked up. "Hi ma."

Lisa said hi back and asked you how you were doing. "I'm doing okay."

Chris sighed softly, "we just want to check on Nora, how she?"

Lisa brought the camera to Nora who was beside her. She was confused at first but quickly recognize her daddy and mommy.

"daddy, mommy!"

Her little voice made you so happy. "Hi Nora, how are you pumpkin?"

Nora giggle, "I great. Is brother here?"

Chris shook his head, "no, not yet. He'll be here soon though." Nora nodded, "oh okay."

You and Chris smiled At your daughter, "well, we're going to go now. You be good for grandma okay?"

Nora snickered, "yeah, okay." You and Chris said goodbye to Nora and Lisa before hanging up the phone. "Uhh, I miss her already."

Chris smiled, "me too."

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You and Chris held off for another hour or so before the contractions grew closer to each other. In other words, it was time for Nolan to arrive.

Chris held onto your hand ready for this moment so pass. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you watched the doctor position herself in between your legs.

"okay mama, I'm going to need you to push as hard as you can on 3." You nodded, "alright.

The doctor started the count down as you exhaled. "1,2,3, push."

You pushed with all your might. It was extremely painful and judging by the way Chris whined, you were gripping his hand extremely hard.

After a count to 10 you took a deep breath and wiped away your tears. "You're doing amazing honey." Chris said as he looked down at you. You couldn't respond because your brain wasn't couldn't make words in the moment.

You soon returned back to pushing all. You were sweating, exhaled, and out of breath. You soon released your breath and relaxed a little.

"he's almost out. Just one more big push okay." You nodded, "alright."

She counted to three and you pushed really hard, as hard as you could. You felt a very sharp pain before you heard a lot wail.

You opened your eyes and saw your baby boy. You let out a cry as the nurse brought him to your chest. You let go of chris' hand and placed it on his little back.

"here's here." You said softly. You looked up at at Chris. He had tears in his eyes as he looked at you both. "Our little boy."

You chuckled and placed a kiss on the now calm babies head.

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After your long labor, Nolan Leo Evans was here. Chris was of course instantly attached to him. He went with him to get a eye sight and hearing check which he passed and he also changed his first diaper.

Now here you three were sitting in the hospital room. While you feed nolan Chris informed the family on nolans arrival.

He had a smile on his face that couldn't disappear. You were sure his cheeks hurt. He told Nora lastly and judging by the babbling And squealing on the other end of the phone, she was ecstatic.

He promised her she'll be able to meet him the next day; that was enough for her to go straight to bed which she never wants to do.

After saying goodbye Chris hung up the phone and walked over to the hospital bed. "Ah gosh, I can't believe he's here."

Chris ran his hands over Nolan small batch of curls, he cooed.

"I can't either. He looks just like Nora." You said with a chuckle looking down at the sleeping baby.

"he does. Nora is very excited to meet him tomorrow. She went straight to bed while we were still on the phone."

"that's a first." Chris nodded, "oh yeah."

You smiled, "we should get some sleep. I can't wait to see my princess tomorrow and for her to meet her baby brother." You placed a gentle kiss on nolans head before Chris took him from your chest and placed him in his bassinet.

You fell asleep to his low voice talking to Nolan, telling him about the full life he has ahead of him.

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The next day you woke up early and took a shower. You got yourself in some proper clothes and spent some time with nolan.

Chris made a run to go get Nora and some real food for you. The whole ride over Nora was talking like crazy. She kept asking Chris when they would be at the hospital and how excited she was. Chris was smiling like crazy as he listened to her.

After grabbing the food, Chris made his way back to the hospital. He took Nora's hand and guided her to the room where you were staying.

He opened the door quietly letting Nora walk in first. Nora instantly smiled when she saw you. "Mommy."

She walked over to you and climbed onto the bed. You laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She looked down at her brother and smiled. "Brother?"

You nodded, "yeah, it is your brother. His name is Nolan, can you say Nolan."

"nowan." She tried to say. You and Chris Chuckled at her attempt.

"how about we get a picture of you 3 together." Chris said as he took his phone out of his pocket. You and Nora got situated for the picture. Nora of course being the wiggle worm she is couldn't resist giving her little brother a kiss. Chris snapped the picture just as she did that and it came out perfectly.

He slid his phone back into his pocket deciding to share it later. Right now all he wanted was to enjoy time as a family of 4.

Family of 4 had a really nice ring to it, lucky he'll be using that for a while.

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little things | jhs (m)

⏤  Pairing: single dad!Hoseok x reader ⏤  Genre: smut, fluff ⏤  Word Count: 6.1k ⏤  Warnings: very brief mentions of abortion (that didn’t happen), breast play, daddy kink, impregnation kink, cream pie, dirty talk

⏤  Summary: The best things in life are often unexpected. Like the two year old girl who ran up to you for comfort, and her devastatingly handsome father. 

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The weather was absolutely perfect. The sun was bright and shining but it wasn’t hot enough to make you sweat. The wind was gentle and rustled the leaves on the trees with a tender caress, the birds were singing, and for the first time in a while, you felt good. You had taken a walk to the nearby park, making a few laps around the walking trail before settling yourself against a tree to soak in some sun and relax. You had promised yourself you’d get out more after being holed up in your apartment alone with only your red wine and oreos to keep you company. It had been a few weeks since you’d broken up with your boyfriend of the time, and you were finally ready to become a productive citizen of society again.

It was the perfect day to do so in your opinion, everything around you seemed so tranquil. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the warm air to soothe you. That was, until you heard a shrill shrieking and your eyes popped open seconds before a girl who couldn’t have been older than two, catapulted herself into your arms. She was screaming, crying, clinging to you for dear life, one hand pointing behind her and you looked up to see a disgruntled goose hissing at the two of you, stalking closer with a threatening posture.

You slowly stood and backed up behind the tree, holding the small girl close to you, ready to use your body to shield her own. The goose hissed a few more times, but thankfully did not advance any closer. You waited, watching quietly, and it seemed to decide you weren’t worth it before hissing in warning once more and stalking off towards its nest. You let out a breath of relief, and tried to set the little girl down but she clung to you and made it clear she wasn’t letting go, so you rubbed her back soothingly.

“Where’s your mommy and daddy?” you asked quietly.

“I don’t know.” she sniffled into your neck.

“That’s okay, I’ll help you find them.”

You carried her closer to the playground section of the park, looking around for someone who might be looking for her. Soon you heard a frantic male voice booming through the air.

“Yeona! YEONA!”

The little girl’s head popped up at the sound, her head turning towards the voice.

“Daddy?”

You looked up and followed her line of sight, your gaze landing on a hunk of a man. He was tall, well-built but not bulky, with thick, black hair and lovely tan skin. The man’s eyes locked with the child in your arms and he visibly melted in relief seeing his daughter alive and unharmed. He ran over to the two of you quickly, guiding the fluffy dog on the leash with him. He reached the two of you almost instantly, and Yeona slipped from your arms into her father’s embrace easily, snuggling up to him.

“Thank goodness you’re okay! I was so worried!” he fretted, smoothing down her hair and fretting over her, causing her to let out the cutest giggle you’d ever heard in your life.

His gaze turned to you after he’d calmed down enough to pay attention to anything but the little girl in his arms, and it was then that you noticed his perfectly straight pearly white teeth, soft lips, and eyes that shimmered like diamonds. Your breath caught in your throat as he watched you and then he began to ramble.

“Thank you so much, I am so sorry! Mickey got his leash tangled around a pole and I turned my back for two seconds and she was gone! I was so scared I thought I was going to throw up, I kept thinking about all those stories I heard about little girls getting kidnapped and sold into slavery and I think I almost passed out. Thank you so much for keeping her safe, I don’t know how I can ever repay you. She is my everything I don’t know what I’d do without her, she’s all I’ve got left and I…” he sighed, taking a deep breath and opening those shimmery eyes to meet yours once again, “thank you.”

“It’s really no problem, I get it. Kids can be a handful.” you smiled reassuringly.

“Thank you so much. For helping. For not judging. Oh! I’m Hoseok.” he extended a hand to you and you shook it gently, feeling sparks racing up your arm and down your spine but you shook them off.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

You both heard Yeona’s stomach growl and Hoesok laughed.

“Time for lunch, little one?”

She nodded and pouted adorably.

“Say bye to Y/N.”

Her little face scrunched up in displeasure and she started crying, reaching out desperately for you, and Hoseok almost dropped her from the unexpected shift in her weight. Taken aback, you allowed her to jump into your arms once more, cradling her close so she didn’t fall. She buried her head in your neck and you looked at Hoseok in shock.

“I’m so sorry, Yeona come on we have to go.” he tried prying her from your frame but she only wailed in response, clutching tighter.

“NO.”

“Yeona please, Y/N must want to go home.”

“No!” she sobbed.

You rubbed her back soothingly, rocking from side to side a bit to calm her down.

“Hey, it’s okay, don’t cry. Look at me, okay?”

She pulled back slightly to look at your face and you smiled.

“There’s a pretty girl!” you smiled, smoothing down some hair that had gone awry. “How’s this? If you go get lunch with daddy, I promise we can play together at the park soon. Okay? Well, if that’s alright with you?” you looked up at Hoseok.

“Of course!” he agreed quickly.

“But… I want you to come too.” she pouted, looking up at you with  pitiful puppy dog eyes.

You looked up at Hoseok for some direction and he watched the two of you carefully.

“Would you like to join us for lunch? My treat. As a thank you.” he offered, scratching the back of his neck nervously, a shy smile gracing his lips.

“I don’t want to impose-” you began but Yeona whined loudly.

“Please!”

“I mean, if you’re sure…” you trailed off.

“Yay!” Yeona grinned, hugging you tightly then wiggling out of your grasp and taking your hand, pulling you along with her towards the car.

Hoseok laughed and followed the two of you with Mickey on his leash. Yeona insisted that you sit with her in the back so she could show you her collection of stickers. You gave the appropriate excited responses to each one, even gifting you a shimmery mermaid, pressing it into your shirt, telling you it was her favorite but she wanted you to have it.

Hoseok pulled up to a local cafe that had outdoor seating, saying he didn’t feel comfortable leaving Mickey in the car alone, a fact that warmed your heart. You helped Yeona slide onto the bench, Hoseok sitting across from the two of you. You ordered something cheap, not wanting to burden him, and made small talk while you waited for your food.

“Thank you again, so much, for keeping Yeona safe. I don’t know what I’d do if something had happened to her,” Hoseok sighed.

“No problem at all, thank you for lunch!”

Hoseok smiled, and turned to watch Yeona draw something on one of those kids menus they give out with crayons, her picture depicting the day at the park.

“So is your wife at work?” you asked, sipping on your soda, attempting to avoid the silence.

“I, uh, don’t have a wife,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize - your husband?”

“I’m single.” Hoseok laughed.

“Oh. So it’s just you raising Yeona?”

“Yeah, it’s been just us since the beginning. Her mom… it wasn’t a permanent thing, and when she realized she was pregnant, she wanted to…” he glanced over at Yeona, and though she was busy messing with Mickey, Hoseok still imitated the scissor motion with his hands, rather than saying the word.

Your eyes grew wide and you glanced over at Yeona.

“I mean, I believe in choices, don’t get me wrong, but I couldn’t imagine that happening to my child. I begged her to reconsider and promised I wouldn’t ask for anything if she let me keep Yeona, and here we are.”

“Wow, I don’t know what to say,” you watched his face for a reaction.

“You don’t have to say anything! I just wanted to thank you again.”

“Anyone would’ve done the same, I hope.”

“You would hope, but oftentimes I just get judgemental looks or scowls. People aren’t very kind to single parents, apparently,” he sighed, twirling the straw around in his drink, “so your kindness is appreciated.”

“Of course. I’m sorry you’ve been treated that way. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to raise a child alone. If you never need anything, you can call me? If you feel comfortable?” you offered, holding out your phone.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?” Hoseok’s eyes widened in shock.

You shook your head with a smile, handing over your phone for him to input his number and texted him so he had yours. Hoseok looked star struck, and you wondered why someone so bright and happy could receive such backlash. You couldn’t focus on that thought for long, because Yeona jumped up excitedly, clapping and pointing to the waiter who was bringing your food.

You helped her cut hers into smaller bites and entertained her throughout the meal whilst eating yours so Hoseok could relax and enjoy his food, and you didn’t miss the appreciative smile he sent you.

Throughout the next few months, you spent more and more time with both Hoseok and Yeona. You’d meet them at the park, accompany them on little adventures, video chat with them before bed. You began hanging out at their house, spending your days nestled in the crook of their couch with Yeona snuggled up against your side while you watched Frozen 2 for the six hundredth time, or conducting a rather elegant tea party in which you’d convinced Hoseok to wear a tiara for.

You spent so much time around the pair, their home had begun to feel like a home away from home. You often found yourself crashing on the couch after playing too hard and staying too late. You searched YouTube and learned how to french braid since Yeona couldn’t stop talking about “princess hair” and Hoseok was… less than talented with her hair. You would sit behind her on her bed, braiding her hair and telling her silly stories and jokes, and began to love the little girl as your own.

Hoseok would sneak up behind you and attack the both of you with tickles or start a bubble fight. Sometimes it was hard to forget you weren’t a family, especially when strangers in public mistook you for one. You’d blush and look away, while Hoseok would gently correct them… at first. Slowly, Hoseok stopped correcting them, saying they could think whatever they wanted.

You tried not to read too much into that, but you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered when he would just let other people think that you were together, that you were a family. Sometimes, he’d even play it up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close, purposefully giving people the wrong idea with a mischievous smirk on his face.

You’d try to hide the heat on your skin, the way your heart pounded, the way your breathing seemed a little uneven when he got too close. While you’d just seen Hoseok as an attractive man and a wonderful father at first, the more time you spent with him, the more you had begun to fall for him. He was so sweet and funny and kind and cared about Yeona so much it burned your insides with joy.

The nights when you’d stay, you both had a habit of sipping on a glass of wine while you chatted, just enjoying each other’s company, and enjoying the peace and quiet. You’d never trade Yeona for anything, but sometimes she was so energetic the both of you couldn’t quite keep up, needing to unwind and relax after she’d fallen asleep.

You’d met his friends and parents at Yeona’s third birthday party, and they loved you as much as Hoseok did, a fact that caused his bright smile to glow to the point he rivaled the sun. You’d become a staple in their lives, a constant, someone they could rely on. It was crazy to you how one fateful day had changed the course of your life, and these two unsuspecting strangers had grabbed onto your heart and refused to let go. You couldn’t say you were complaining though.

Not when you were the cause of Yeona’s adorable little giggle, her tiny hands coming to cover her face while her entire frame shook from the force of her laughter. Not when you’d look over and catch Hoseok watching the two of you with a wistful, joyful expression. Not when he’d join the fun and you’d both chase her around the yard, Mickey following and barking while his tail wagged a million miles an hour.

There had even been a few nights you’d awoken on their couch to find Yeona crawling up next to you, whimpering pathetically as she mumbled “bad dream” and reached to you for comfort. You’d hold her close and stroke her hair, humming gentle lullabies to soothe her weary young mind. There were nights when you weren’t there and you’d get a FaceTime call at an unholy hour, Hoseok apologizing, saying Yeona wouldn’t go back to sleep without speaking to you.

You’d comfort her and assure her everything was alright, and you would visit her soon, and the two of you would have so much fun she wouldn’t even remember why she was sad in the first place. Hoseok would thank you, apologizing that he couldn’t convince her to leave you be, and you’d shrug him off, telling him you were available anytime. You loved her and would do anything to make her happy. What you didn’t tell him was that the same applied to him...

It was almost embarrassing how badly you wanted him, how badly you wanted to be a true part of their little family. You knew you had a special place in their hearts, that you were an honorary part of the family, but you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining what it might have been like if you were to be with Hoseok, if you were to accept Yeona as your own. Would you be able to make them happy? Or would you just be trying to fill a void meant for someone else? You’d shrug those thoughts away as soon as they came and focus on living your life as normally as you could.

That’s when your other thoughts about Hoseok would set in. To say you wanted Hoseok would be quite the understatement. Yes, you wanted to be a part of their family in the simplest ways, to be there for them and love them unconditionally, but there was also that lingering attraction. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him some days when he laughed, when his shirt rode up and accidentally displayed the trail of hair leading down to the promised land.

When he’d display his strength by helping you move something, or when he’d wrap his arms around you just a little too tightly, allowing your bodies to press against each other. If you weren’t cooing over how cute the two of them were, you were thirsting over Hoseok and trying desperately to think innocent thoughts, lest your arousal get so potent he would notice.

Once, you’d gone to the pool with Hoseok and Yeona, thinking nothing of the invite until you’d shown up in your bikini, ready to swim. Hoseok had physically ceased moving and his gaze had slowly trailed down your body, drinking in the sight of you so scantily-clad. His gaze had your skin burning more than the hot summer sun and you squirmed under his undivided attention, unable to stop yourself from also peeking a glance at his shirtless chest. Smooth skin, abs that weren’t too defined but were definitely there, that drool-worthy v shape that disappeared into his trunks…

You’d both snapped back to reality when Yeona had whined loudly, asking you to play with her under the waterfall station. Heat had flooded your cheeks and Hoseok had looked down with a guilty expression, scratching the back of his neck with a chuckle, saying he’d find a chair to place your items at and would meet the two of you over there.

There was also the time you’d come over for movie night a little earlier than planned and Hoseok had answered the door in a towel, loosely hung low on his hips and you’d been mesmerized by the water droplets that slowly traveled down his almost naked body. You’d audibly sucked in a breath, your mouth parting just slightly, and Hoseok had apologized, then rushed off to get dressed, but you hadn’t gotten the image out of your mind since.

On Friday night, you’d just arrived home after a long day at work, flinging yourself onto the couch with your amazon package in hand, a cute JoJo bow you’d picked up for Yeona after seeing it on the app during your late night scrolling. All your targeted ads were now centered around items for young girls rather than women your own age from you spoiling the young girl so much. You smiled to yourself and just as the thought had left your mind, your phone rang.

“Y/N!” Hoseok gasped, sounding panicked.

You immediately sat up, “what’s wrong?”

“I have this event for work tonight that I absolutely can not miss and my babysitter just cancelled. I tried calling the guys, my mom, everyone! No one’s available and I hate to ask this, but do you think you could watch Yeona? I swear it’ll only take like, two hours! Tops!”

“Hobi, calm down. I’ll be there in ten, okay?”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?!” he sighed in relief.

“You ordered me pizza for tonight.”

“You got it. The usual?”

“You’re the best, I’ll see you soon.”

You hoisted yourself up from the couch and trudged out the door, making quick work of your drive to Hoseok’s place. The door swung open before you could even knock, and Yeona flung herself into you, wrapping her arms around your legs, then reaching up for you to hold her. You leaned down and picked her up, snuggling her close to you as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

“Daddy said you’re going to play with me! By ourselves!” she bounced excitedly in your arms.

“It’s true! Are you excited?”

“Yes!”

You giggled and placed her on the ground, turning to Hoseok who was slipping his jacket on. He leaned in to give you a tight, thankful hug that allowed you to smell his intoxicating aftershave. You swooned silently to yourself, hugging him back.

“Thank you so much, Y/N! The pizzas on the way, I already put the tip in. I will be back by 8 at the latest!”

“Take your time, I love hanging out with Yeona.” you reassured him.

He shot you an appreciative smile before leaning down and kissing Yeona on the cheek, then absentmindedly doing the same to you before rushing out the door. You stood frozen in place, staring at the closed door Hoseok had just exited from, shell shocked until Yeona tugged at your tights, forcing you to avert your attention to her and not your racing heart.

“Y/N, come play.”

“Oh! Right. I got you a present,” you dug into your purse and pulled out the shimmery bow, clipping it into her hair.

“Jojo!” she shrieked excitedly.

You giggled and followed along as she tugged you towards the mirror, surveying her new bow and twirling around like the diva she was.

“I look like a princess!” she said in awe, her eyes shining.

“You are a princess!”

Her chubby little cheeks tinged pink with glee and she pulled you into her room, deciding she wanted to play dress-up with her princess dresses and find the one that matched the bow the most. Mickey lay on her bed, looking up at you with curiosity and wagging his tail. You sat beside him and gently stroked his head, causing him to nuzzle into your touch.

You watched with amusement as Yeona tore apart her closet to find the best dress to go with her new bow, absentmindedly picking up the used dresses and hanging them back up for her. If she drug out her toys though, you’d make her pick those up. But she was just having so much fun you didn’t want to interrupt, and the clutter bothered you so you picked it up in between your choruses of “ooh I like that one” and “you look so pretty!”

The doorbell rang, causing Mickey to let out a protective bark and you soothed his fur down before standing to open the door. The man on the other side greeted you warmly, asking you to sign the receipt for the pizza, which you did, before wishing him a good night. You drooled a bit, smelling your favorite toppings that Hoseok had remembered to order.

“Yeona! Dinners here!” you called, grabbing two plates and setting the table.

Yeona came skipping into the kitchen, and you helped her climb into the booster seat on her favorite chair before placing a bib on her so she didn’t ruin her dress. You cut the pizza slice into more manageable pieces for Yeona to eat before sliding into your own chair, biting into the heavenly food. You groaned happily and Yeona giggled, eating hers with her little cartoon character utensils.

Putting the leftovers in the fridge to ensure Hoseok had a snack later, knowing he didn’t eat before rushing off to work, you continued to play with Yeona for about an hour or two before she started yawning and you checked the clock, realizing it was almost bedtime. You helped her clean up the toys and mess you’d both made before pulling out some pajamas for her and assisting her with brushing her teeth.

You tucked her into bed and she pulled on your sleeve, looking up at you with the sweetest puppy eyes you’d ever seen.

“Are you going to read me a story like daddy does?”

“I can! What do you want to read?”

“If you give a mouse a cookie!”

You grinned and grabbed the book off the shelf, leaning against the headboard next to Yeona and began reading.

“If a hungry little mouse shows up on your doorstep, you might want to give him a cookie. And if you give him a cookie, he'll ask for a glass of milk. He'll want to look in a mirror to make sure he doesn't have a milk mustache, and then he'll ask for a pair of scissors to give himself a trim…”

About halfway through the book, Yeona’s eyes started drifting closed, but her little hand reached out to hold onto your free one, and you looked down at her, setting the book down in your lap.

“I love you, Y/N,” Yeona mumbled, snuggling closer to the warmth of your body.

“I love you too, sweet girl,” you cooed, smoothing her hair out of her face with a tender touch.

“Wish you were my mommy.” she sighed, barely awake.

You didn’t move, didn’t breathe. You didn’t know how to respond, but thankfully she didn’t seem to be looking for one, her eyelids fluttering shut before you heard her soft, even breathing.

“Baby girl, I would never leave you behind if I were,” you whispered, knowing she couldn’t hear as you continued to stroke her hair, “I would take care of you, my love. I wish I was your mommy too.”

You watched her sleep for a little while longer, her precious face looking so peaceful and pure. You wondered how anyone could ever walk away from such a beautiful little girl. Stroking her hair one last time, you stood and placed the book back on the shelf, exiting the room with Mickey on your heels and slowly shutting the door.

You let him outside to use the bathroom and gave him a treat before settling into the couch with him in your lap, petting him absentmindedly as your thoughts raced with the events of the night. How Yeona had been so cute dressing up, had been so entertaining with the little tea party you’d both held, how she’d told you she wished you were her mom… How Hoseok had kissed your cheek, clearly not thinking about it, and doing it out of habit, but how it had sent your heart lurching out of your chest. Just as the thought of Hoseok had crossed your mind, the door opened and Hoseok rushed inside, quietly but profusely apologizing for being late.

“I am so sorry, the function ran over and I was on the cleanup crew so I couldn’t leave.” Hobi whisper-shouted.

“It’s fine, I had fun, I barely realized what time it was. Yeona’s asleep.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Hoseok gushed, reaching into his pocket to pull out his wallet and hold out some bills for you to take.

You looked up at him with one eyebrow arched, a sassy look on your face, and that had him putting the money away.

“Are you sure? I can pay you, I know you probably had other plans, it is Friday night after all.”

“Hobi, there is nowhere I would rather be, no matter what day of the week it is.” you smiled.

“You’re a god-send.” he groaned.

“It’s late, I should get going.” you smiled, seeing how exhausted he was and wanting to get out of his hair.

“Nooo, it’s too late for you to drive home alone. What if you fall asleep at the wheel? You should just stay. You can take my room, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I’m not going to kick you out of your room. I can take the couch.”

“Are you thirsty? Want some wine?” he offered, walking backwards towards the kitchen.

“Sure.”

Hoseok grabbed two glasses of wine and the bottle, setting the objects on the coffee table in front of you and easing himself into the seat beside you, and you both sipped on the dark red liquid as you talked.

“I really am so thankful for your help tonight, all your help with Yeona. It’s not easy doing everything on my own. I know I have my parents and the guys, but sometimes I wonder if I’m giving her the best life or if I’m holding her back from having a happy family,” he sighed.

“Hobi, that little girl adores you, there is no one she’d rather have as her father.”

“I know, but is that what’s best for her? Doesn’t she need a mom?”

“She needs people who love her and support her, and she has that,” you comfort, rubbing his back soothingly, “she has you, the guys, her grandparents, me…”

“You’re right, thank you. I just get insecure sometimes, thinking she deserves better than… well, me.”

“Hobi, you’re an amazing dad! You’re so good with her, you’re raising her so well. She’s sweet and smart and well-behaved. She is so loved and it shows, because she displays love. You are a wonderful father, and you are more than enough.”

“Thank you, really. You always know just what to say. I’m so glad I met you, you’ve been so good to Yeona and I.” he smiled.

“I’m glad I met you too, you two are so important to me! I couldn’t imagine a life without you both in it.”

“...really?”

“Of course!” you immediately replied with conviction, holding onto Hoseok’s hand without realizing it.

Hands still in yours, Hoseok’s gaze lifted to meet your own, and you didn’t shy away like you’d immediately wanted to, wanting to both comfort him, and also look into his beautiful eyes for a moment more. You couldn’t believe Hoseok was insecure about his abilities to raise Yeona, he was the best father you’d ever seen,  one of the million things you’d come to love about him. His eyes flickered from yours to your lips momentarily, and he slowly leaned closer to your now-shivering frame.

“Tell me to stop, and I will. Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll back off,” he whispered as he closed the gap between your lips.

You didn’t say anything, instead opting to close the remaining distance yourself, pressing your lips to his in a sweet, chaste kiss. Hobi scooted closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you against his body, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. The kiss was sweet and tentative at first but quickly lit a fire inside your core, and somehow, you found yourself straddling his lap, grinding your core down on his semi-hard erection.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he groaned, moving his kisses down to your neck, muttering into your skin, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too.” you admitted through breathless exhales, working your hips against his while he worked his lips against your skin.

You slipped your fingers under his shirt, feeling his stomach up to his nipples, grazing your nails gently across the buds, causing his body to jerk towards you. You smirked to yourself, lifting the shirt which he aided you in removing. Your mouth watered at the sight of his smooth, tan skin. You gently nudged him backwards until his head rested on the arm of the couch, and kissed your way down his torso until you reached the hem of his jeans.

Hoseok’s breath hitched as you undid his belt, looking up at him to make sure it was okay and he grinned at you, running his hand through your hair to gather it into a makeshift ponytail. You took that as an okay and slid his jeans and boxers down just enough to reveal his throbbing length, precum, leaking from the tip. You licked along the slit, gathering the precum on your tongue and swallowing, making a pleased noise in the back of your throat.

Hoseok shivered, biting down on his lip and watching you lick a bold stripe along the underside, your hand reaching to cup his balls while you sunk down on his length, hollowing your cheeks around his throbbing member. Hoseok gripped your hair a little tighter in an attempt not to buck up into your mouth. You took him as deep as you could, letting the tip hit the back of your throat as you sucked him for dear life.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” he moaned helplessly, his grip on your hair loosening.

In response, you simply bobbed your head up and down faster, sucking harder on his length, using every trick you had to get him to his orgasm. Hoseok groaned, probably a little too loudly, before tapping the side of your cheek to warn you, but you didn’t pull away. Hoseok groaned, his back arching off the couch as he spilled his seed down your throat and you swallowed it all, licking your lips once you’d pulled off of his softening cock.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

You giggled and leaned up to peck his lips, which he returned with fervor, licking along your bottom lip and deepening the kiss, pulling you closer , letting your hips settle atop his while his mouth worked against your own.

“I really want to be inside you,” he groaned.

“Fuck me, Hobi,” you pleaded, grinding yourself on his length, and you felt it stir to life once more.

“Need to prep you.”

“No, I’m so fucking wet for you, I’m ready,” you groaned, lifting yourself off of him to shed your panties from under your skirt, bunching it up around your hips and lining your entrance with his now-erect penis.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, sinking down on his member and groaning at the way he stretched your walls, the slight burn being aided by the amount of arousal that had pooled in your cunt, allowing his length to slip into your inviting heat with minimal resistance. Hoseok bit down on his arm, holding in a moan at the feeling of your wet cavern wrapped around his cock so perfectly.

Hoseok’s hands came to rest on your hips, guiding your pace as you bounced on his cock, riding him with enthusiasm, your walls clenching around him each time the tip of his cock kissed that special spot inside you. Hoseok lifted his hips to meet yours, keeping time with your thrusts and you bit down on your lip to hold in a moan.

“Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined.”

“You thought about this?” you wondered, swiveling your hips down on him.

“Every night since I met you,” he admitted.

“Fuck, Hobi. Me too. Want you so bad,” you whimpered.

“Yeah? You want Daddy to fill you up? Want me to fill this pretty pussy with my seed? Fuck a baby into you?” he growled and you clenched at the words.

“Yes, fuck.”

“Mmm, you like that? Wanna be filled with Daddy’s cum? Wanna see it drip out of that tight little pussy.” he groaned, speeding up his thrusts.

“Hobi, yes,” you whined, his dirty words spurring you closer to your release, “close.”

“Me too, baby. Come on, cum for me,” he urged, leaning up to bring one of your nipples in his mouth.

Your orgasm crashed over you the moment his tongue ran over the sensitive bud. You held your breath to keep from crying out as Hoseok worked you through your high, reaching his before you had finished yours, the feeling of his warm seed filling your battered hole making your orgasm even more intense.

Coming down from your highs, you lifted your hips to allow his length to slip out of you, watching as his cum dripped out of your sex, running down your leg and his. Hoseok groaned at the sight, pulling you into his chest. You snuggled up to him for a moment before you both got up to clean up, him assisting you by gently running a damp rag along your folds and you running it along his leg to clean up the mess you’d both made.

You pulled your clothes back on and Hoseok grabbed your hand, leading you to his bedroom and offering you a t-shirt to sleep in. You weren’t sure he would want you to stay, but you were thankful he did. And not on the couch. After changing into Hobi’s clothes and cuddling up to him, his arm wrapped around your middle, you felt at ease. Hobi was the first to break the silence.

“Please tell me this means you’ll be mine,” he whispered against the skin of your neck while placing little kisses along the skin there.

“I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine,” you answered, leaning down to capture his lips with yours.

One year later 

Pushing the key in the lock of your brand new house, you opened the door and looked around the foyer, and heard little footsteps running through the hall, a sweet giggle echoing.

“Mommy! You’re home!” Yeona grinned, launching herself into your arms, and you spun her around, holding her close to your chest.

“I’m home, baby girl. How was your day?”

“It was good! I missed you though, you and my baby sister!” she grinned, her tiny, chubby hand caressing your plump belly.

“We missed you too, pumpkin. Where’s Daddy?”

“He’s in his office, he’s been boring today, but he did take a break to play with me. He doesn’t play dress up like you do, you’re more fun,” she whined, clutching at your neck.

“Hmmm, how about we play a little before dinner then?”

She squealed excitedly, wiggling out of your grasp and running to her room. You followed behind her, leaning up against Hoseok’s office door on the way.

“Hey, handsome.”

Hoseok looked up, immediately standing and walking up to you, his hand gently caressing your baby bump while he pressed his lips to yours.

“Welcome home, baby. And baby,” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face, pecking his cheek.

“Yeona says you’re boring and don’t play dress up the right way,” you smirked, mocking him.

Hoseok groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes dramatically before his smile reached his eyes as he softly said, “Well, it’s a good thing we have you.”

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go big or go home

this was a request from @kk2016

Hi!! could you write about being pregnant with Harry but no one knew so you guys show up to the Grammys together and everyone can see your baby bump through your dress?

here is the link to the dress you’re wearing. I have no idea if this is a good option, I’m terrible with fashion :) but I thought it was cute! If you hate it, definitely just imagine something else :)

warnings: pregnancy

word count: 2.8k

It wasn't exactly hard to hide a pregnancy during a pandemic. You barely left the house, and if you did, you weren't recognized. The one time you and Harry had been spotted, you had only been 4 months along and were wearing an oversized sweater. So it was safe to say this baby was your family's little secret.

Harry knew, of course. He had been the first person to know (after Anne and the doctor who confirmed the pregnancy). You had got around to telling the rest of your families after the first trimester was over. The "inner circle," as you liked to call it, were the few people who were aware. This consisted of your parents, Anne, Gemma, Harry's band, Jeff and Glenne. That was it. Neither of you were wild on the idea of Harry's entire fanbase knowing, so you kept it under wraps as best you could.

Which, once again, wasn't hard to do. You didn't even have to go out for groceries; they could be delivered. You could buy everything for the nursery online and have it sent directly to your front doorstep. You and Harry had stayed inside for the better part of the past seven months.

However, there was one event coming up that you absolutely refused miss out on. The Grammys. At first, Harry thought you should stay home. He was worried you would get sick, and how it might affect the baby. He was worried about his fans finding out. He was worried he wouldn't win and he would have to see your disappointed face right next to him.

Of course, you were not about to let this happen. You assured him you wouldn't get within six feet of anyone besides him. You wouldn't shake anyone's hand or hug anyone. You would wear two masks, if it would make him feel safer. You would shower in hand sanitizer. You really didn't care what you had to do; you were not going to miss this night.

"Harry, I swear to God, if you keep giving me that terrified look..."

"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, dragging a hand over his face. "I'm allowed to be a little apprehensive. This really isn't a good idea, I think it might be best if you just stay home. I just-"

"Absolutely not," you spun around, placing your hands on your hips. "I'm going to be there, in person, so I can watch my husband become a Grammy winner."

"You can watch from here!" He argued. "Plus, that way, you don't have to walk around all night. I know your feet have been bugging you, and-"

"Don't use this pregnancy against me!" You threw your head back, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm not," he said, stepping closer and resting his hands on your belly. "I just want you to be safe. You and our little girl."

"I know," you brought up your hand to brush along his cheekbone. "And we will be. I'm not going to get close to anyone. I'm not going to touch anything. I'm going to have two masks on the entire night. Harry, there won't be anyone safer than me this whole night. I promise."

"I just..."

When he didn't finish his sentence, you leaned in to meet his eyes. "What are you really worried about?"

"Lots of things," he murmured. "Besides the literal plague? I'm worried about people finding out and being cruel. I don't want to deal with that, and I don't ever want you to be exposed to it. I'm worried something bad will happen, and it'll be all my fault for letting you come along. And... I'm worried you'll be disappointed if I don't win." His last sentence was so quiet you barely heard it, but it still made your heart ache.

"Baby..." You said quietly, your voice sad. You ignored his other two worries for now, because this one was clearly the most important to deal with. “You think I'll be disappointed in you?"

He nodded, looking at his hands on you instead of meeting your eyes. "Everything I do, it's all for you. You and her. What if it's not enough? What if I fail?"

"Harry," you kept your hands on his face, directing him to look at you. "I will never, ever be disappointed in you. You are amazing, in everything you do. Understand? I personally think you will be a three time Grammy winner at the end of the night-" he grinned at this- "But even if you're not, I will still be so incredibly proud of you. I will always, always be proud of you, and I will always love you. Okay?"

He didn't move, but you used your grip on his face to nod his head up and down. His smile grew bigger, and he grabbed your wrist gently. He turned his head to kiss your palm, sighing softly before he pulled away.

"I love you so much," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make me feel better. You always know exactly what to say."

You shrugged with a small smile. "I'm just amazing, I think."

"I think so too."

-----

You were sitting on the couch, dressed in your normal quarantine clothing. Hoodies. Sweatpants for him, leggings for you. Why would you get dressed up for a virtual acceptance ceremony?

You bounced excitedly as they announced "Adore You" as one of the nominations for best music video. Harry smiled when you gripped his arm.

"I don't have a good feeling about this," he admitted.

"Well, you're just a ray of sunshine today," you huffed. "Here it comes!"

"And the Grammy goes to... Beyoncé, Blue Ivy, and WizKid."

You slumped back slightly, patting his arm.

He laughed lightly at your reaction. "She deserves it."

You nodded. "Not to be mean to you, but yeah, she definitely does."

-----

As the hours wore on, you could tell Harry was getting more nervous.

"It's just- it's my first performance in a while. What if it's not good?"

"Harry," you grabbed his face again. "It will be amazing. Yes?"

Again, he didn't respond. Again, you had to physically move his head up and down in a nod. Again, this made him laugh. It was a small gesture, but you could tell it helped calm him down at least a little bit.

"There's one thing we haven't talked about," he pulled away from you, going through his drawers to find his socks.

"What's that?"

"Your outfit."

You shook your head. "I already picked my dress." You pulled out the garment bag, unzipping it to show him. It was fairly simple; you didn't want to overshadow him on his big day.

He smiled. "It's beautiful."

You nodded. "We're going to look so hot together."

"Couple of the year, I think."

"We might break the internet. Seriously. You're wearing a leather jacket with no shirt and I'm pregnant. Twitter is going to explode."

He laughed again, pulling you into his arms. "Are you sure you're ok with everyone knowing? It might not be good, people's reactions can be really-"

"You do realize they will have to find out at some time, right? You can't exactly hide a child forever."

"I know," he sighed. "I just like living in our little bubble, where it's only me and you who know."

"And your mom. And Gemma. And my parents. And Sarah, and Mitch, and Adam, and Ny, and Charlotte, and Jeff and-"

"Alright, alright, you've made your point," he chuckled. "But you know what I mean."

"I do," you nodded. "And I'm ok with people knowing. Besides, it'll blow over soon. I can just stay off socials until it does."

Harry sighed again. "I wish you didn't have to. I wish people would just..."

"Treat people with kindness," you grinned. "Maybe they don't know. Maybe you should tell them to do that sometime."

He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling away from you. "You're funny."

"Hilarious, I know."

"I have to get ready," he sighed. "One last try- are you sure you don't want to stay home?"

"Not a chance," you smiled. "Now shoo so I can get dressed."

-----

His hands were shaking as he opened the door of his dressing room. You gripped his arm tighter, trying to remind him you were here for him.

"Everything's going to be ok," you said softly.

He nodded, but his hands still shook.

"I'll be right offstage, you can look at me if you get nervous," you reminded him. "This might not be the time, but I'm, like, really excited to see you perform."

"Yeah?" He gave a small smile.

You nodded. "It's been a while since I've been able to see that. And you look... very nice in this outfit."

"Very nice, huh?" He laughed. "What a compliment."

"I do have a way with words," you grinned.

"Always," he leaned his forehead against yours. "Now what was it you said earlier? Shoo, so I can get dressed."

"I'll be just offstage," you reminded him one last time, blowing him a kiss as you stepped out of the room.

-----

You couldn't take your eyes off him for the entire performance. He was worried for no reason, because he was incredible. He was born to do this, you could tell.

You cheered louder than anyone else when he finished, earning a cheeky smile from him. As soon as he could get away, he ran over to you and enveloped you in his arms.

"I told you you'd be amazing," you whispered.

He nodded, wearing the biggest smile you'd seen in days. "Couldn't have done it without you."

"I didn't do anything," you laughed.

"No, I couldn't have done it without your moral support," he clarified.

"Right, moral support," you nodded seriously before breaking into a smile again. "But really, that was amazing. You're perfect."

"That's all you, love," he returned the compliment, turning back around to watch Billie performing. He kept his arm around you, though. The camera panned to you a few times during the different performances, and you knew by this point the viewers at home had seen your bump. Your dress wasn't very tight fitting, but you were almost 8 months along. You were sure social media was exploding by now.

You didn't have to worry about that though, not yet at least. You had a few more hours of calm.

-----

Harry's nerves had apparently returned once you got to the table. His hand was gripping yours even tighter than before and his leg bounced constantly. You placed your hand on his thigh, trying to calm his frantic movements. His eyes went to yours, and you could tell he was smiling under his mask.

"It will be fine," you reminded him. "Everything will be ok. You already did the hard part, remember?"

He nodded, taking in a deep breath. "Right. And soon, we can go home, and sit on the couch, and eat ice cream."

"Exactly," you smiled. "And I can get back in my leggings and not get dressed again for the next 6 months."

He laughed at this, and his grip on your hand loosened. He still kept hold of you, but you could tell he wasn't so nervous anymore.

"Ok, shh, they're announcing it now," you said excitedly.

Harry looked down, apparently seized with nerves again.

"And the Grammy goes to... Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles."

His eyes went wide, and your face split into a giant grin. He reached his arm out to grab yours, almost like he didn't believe what had just happened.

He pulled his mask off, standing up. He took your hand, gesturing for you to stand too, so of course you obliged. He pulled you against him, and you could feel how fast his heart was beating. When he pulled away, you smiled up at him.

"I knew you would win," you said softly, still beaming. "Now go!" You gave his shoulder a gentle push toward the stage.

"Wow, um..." He blew out a breath, looking at you before he spoke again. "To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. This was the first song we wrote after my first album came out, during a day off in Nashville, and I just want to say thanks to Tom, Tyler, Mitch, and everyone... Rob Stringer, and everyone at Colombia, my manager Jeffery, who has always nudged me to be better and never pushed me, thank you so much. I feel very grateful to be here, thank you. All of these songs are fucking massive, so thank you so much, I feel very honored to be here among all of you, so thank you so much. And I want to say-" he looked at you again, a smile of adoration crossing his face. "Most importantly, thank you to my wife. Y/N, I love you more than anything else on this planet, and I couldn't have done any of this without you. You make it all possible, so... thank you to the light of my life, and of course our daughter." His eyes went wide at the last sentence, like he hadn't planned to say that. He looked around nervously before he quickly made his way back to his seat.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that, it slipped out-"

You shook your head, taking his hand. "It's ok, don't worry about it," you smiled. "I'm so proud of you."

He put his mask back on, but it didn't hide the happiness on his face.

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Once everything was over and you had both climbed into the car to go home, it seemed to really hit him.

"I won a Grammy," he said in disbelief, looking down at the award in his hands.

"You won a Grammy," you repeated with a big smile on your face. "Grammy winner Harry Styles."

"Yeah," he looked back up at you, his eyes still wide. "That's... insane."

You nodded. "And very impressive. And I'm so proud of you."

He smiled, scooting closer so he could put his arm around you. "Grammy winner Harry Styles... and his amazing wife."

"And their amazing daughter," you added, placing his other hand over your stomach. "Feel that? She's been kicking all night. She's excited for you."

He grinned, before his face dropped back into one of concern. "Are you sure you're ok with what I said? I really didn't mean to, I just got caught up, it-"

"Baby," you stopped him. "I promise, it's ok. Besides, everyone knew the minute I walked in there."

"Right," he nodded. "Has your phone been blowing up?"

You shrugged. "I turned it off. Should we check?"

"I'm a little nervous," he admitted.

"I'm gonna do it." You fished your phone out of your purse, eyes widening when you saw how many notifications you had. From every possible app. Congratulations texts, excited DMs, missed calls, and then there were the mentions. There were well over a hundred on your lockscreen alone.

You cleared all of them, deciding to open Twitter and see how bad it was. You were very pleasantly surprised.

"harry's daughter" was #1 on the trending page, and "harry in leather" was right behind it. Clicking on the first one, you found several GIFs of the terrified look on Harry's face when he accidentally made the announcement. You smiled, but scrolled further. Hundreds of fans were typing in all caps, apparently very excited that Harry was going to be a father.

"You're right, we broke the internet," he grinned, looking through his own timeline. "I've seen my bare chest more in the last five minutes than my entire life before this."

"What a power couple we are," you laughed. "We got the top two trending spots."

"What an accomplishment," he joked.

You scrolled for a few more minutes, still yet to see a negative message. "You were worried for nothing, babe. They're all very excited for us."

"I see that," he grinned. "They've also named our baby for us, and somehow know her zodiac sign."

"Oh, wonderful," you laughed. "But really, it could have been worse."

"Definitely," he nodded. "Well, that's one way to announce a pregnancy. On live TV in front of the entire nation."

"Yeah, you know, go big or go home."

"Exactly."

Closing Twitter, you moved on to Instagram. You gasped when you saw the first picture on your feed. "Sarah posted her bump! Now we can be baby buddies in public, not just in secret."

Harry smiled, turning off his phone and pulling you closer to him.

"omg, baby buddies :)" you commented. Within seconds, Sarah had liked the comment and replied with "they will be best friends😊"

With that, you turned off your own device and leaned into his side. "What a good night. Aren't you glad I came with you?"

"I am," he admitted. "Very glad. Thanks for being stubborn."

"Always."

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[maddiwrites]

The Hybrid (Prologue)

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: The Pogues rekindle their friendship with their old childhood best friend and JJ’s first crush, Y/N. Old feelings resurface for JJ and Y/N, possibly leading to a summer neither one of them could ever forget. Due to past trauma, Y/N is reluctant to let anyone into her heart, but JJ never backs down from a challenge, even if he knows it will come back to haunt him in the end.

Note: So happy to be back with another series!!! I honestly really missed posting. Unlike Secrets of the Shore, updates will be slower because I don’t have them all written out yet. A couple things I wanted to let you know before you read. I based Y/N’s family off of Gilmore Girls. I thought they were the perfect fit for this story and the show in general and I just love their dynamic. (Including Luke who I renamed Steve for obvious reasons). Chapter 1 will explain more obviously but I wanted to give you guys a little snippet of the characters and relationships. So let me know what y'all think!

Word Count: 3.3k

Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth. It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island. As you know, the Outer Banks is essentially divided into two groups. If we want to be blunt - it’s the rich and the poor. Figure Eight is home to the rich. Aka the Kooks. With houses bigger than necessary with extra rooms that go untouched, boats the size of homes on the Cut - the other side of the island. Most people who live on Figure Eight are your naturally raised assholes. People who don’t know the value of a dollar and take advantage of people who do most of their dirty work that lets them prance around the island with perfectly manicured fingernails. These hard workers are the Pogues. They live on the south side of the island where most Kooks wouldn’t be found dead. They serve fancy meals at the country club for shitty tips, mow lawns, and work their asses off at any other job for minimum wage. The drastic difference in lifestyles tend to cause many spats and arguments between the two communities. Especially between the teenagers who still don’t know how to control their raging emotions or know when to bite back their tongue. For the Kooks, every fight is a fight for dominance where as the Pogues fight for equality - to put the Kooks in their place. Many of these fights happen at summer parties where the two groups clash to find a good time with their friends filled with alcohol, drugs, and good music.

That’s where they find themselves tonight. The infamous Pogues. John B, JJ, Kie, Pope, and now Sarah Cameron. Although born a natural Kook, she’s earned her spot next to the adventurous teens and her boyfriend. Unlike her brother Rafe who basically is the leader of his notorious group. Topper and Kelce are his best friends who follow him blindly.

The Pogues watch them from their spot surrounding the keg. Kie purses her lips in distaste as the boys cat call for the ladies around them. Somehow most of them finding it flattering. Sarah sips on her beer to hide her embarrassment, often wondering how she and her brother grew up to be so different. Pope and John B stay mostly disinterested, only worried if they try to make a pass at an unwilling girl or fire a degrading comment at their short tempered friend. JJ Maybank is known around the island for his trouble making behavior. Usually if he gets in trouble for fights, no one ever asks who the other people were in the scuffle. Because if JJ Maybank is in the fight, he’s the one who started it, right? Wrong. In fact, JJ usually is never the one to start it. He’s good at keeping his head down and only speaking when spoken to when it comes to the Kooks - the only form of advice worth taking from his father. But his short temper is something the Kooks his age loved to take advantage of because they liked getting a rise out of him. It was like an adrenaline rush.

Luckily, tonight both groups were keeping their distance, either only talking to each other or random Tourons that have found their way to the party. This is usually JJ’s favorite part of a boneyard party. Finding his one fish in a sea of many that he can reel in just for the night and never have to worry about seeing them again.

He has his eyes set on a beautiful blonde making her way to the bonfire when all of a sudden Kie’s voice pulls him out of his trance.

“What’s she doing here?”

JJ follows her line of vision, spotting you walking down the wooden steps that lead to the beach, pulling your best friend behind you by his wrist. He first notices your smile and how it brightens up your entire face. Then of course his eyes scan down your slim but athletically toned body. You’re wearing a pair of jean shorts and a cropped white T shirt that says UNC across the chest. Who knew someone could look so good without even trying?

Well JJ did. He’s known it for a while.

“Careful. I think you’re drooling,” John B whispers in his best friend’s ear.

JJ pushes him away and mutters, “Shut up. No I’m not.”

But maybe he was.

Y/N Y/L/N is a unique resident of the island. Unlike majority of the island, she doesn’t fall in either Kook or Pogue category. She’s what everyone calls the Hybrid.

People who work hard for what they have but haven’t fallen to be Pogue status. Quite literally living in the middle in a place they call the Crest.

Your story is well versed among the gossipers of the island (which tends to be just about everybody).  And mainly that’s because of who your grandparents are.  Claude and Doris Y/L/N. Two of the riches people on the island, living in a three story house on the beach. Many people fear them, others envy them. Most feel both. Even Ward Cameron walks on egg shells around them, which is quite often, considering he works for Claude. They’re the kind of people who have never heard of Barefoot wine or Walmart. They keep their noses up and turn a blind eye to the suffering communities around them. Thirty four years ago, Doris gave birth to a daughter that couldn’t be more opposite than them. Lorelai Y/L/N was a wild child. A rule breaker. She snuck out at nights, dated boys her parents would never approve of, dabbled in breaking the law here and there. It didn’t matter how many times her parents disciplined her. She always managed to make her parents’ life a living hell. 

No one was surprised when word got passed around that Lorelai had gotten pregnant at eighteen. Although it was with another Kook, she brought shame upon her family name when she refused to get an abortion, even when her mom tried dragging her by her hair. 

Lorelai risked everything by running away from her parents’ home in the middle of a windy night. With only one suitcase, the baby daddy out of the picture, and less than a grand in her pocket, she managed to make a life for herself on the South side of the island. She worked two jobs, found an affordable apartment for cheap rent, and managed to save some money before her babies were born.

Yes, babies. As in more than one. Five months after running away from home, she gave birth to twin girls and they instantly became her entire life. With the help of her best friend Steve, who she met one month after being on her own, meeting him at his automotive shop when she very much literally rolled her junky car into the garage, she raised you and your sister on the Cut. The two of you are her greatest accomplishment. Every now and then, she mentally throws up a middle finger to everybody who doubted her, proud of who the two of you have become. 

Right before you turned ten, your mom took a business risk and opened her own Cafe. The Bikini Beans cafe, very popular amongst both Kooks and Pogues. The business did so well that she was able to move the three of you out of your shitty apartment into a beautiful one story home with three bedrooms in between the Cut and Figure Eight, aka the Crest, the summer going into your freshman year.

You actually used to be best friends with John B Routledge, JJ Maybank, and Pope Heyward. It was easier being friends with them than the girls, finding more joy in sports and rough housing than makeup and gossip. 

Doing the same summer that you moved, your mom pulled you out of Kildare County High and placed you in Outer Banks Private Academy. Aka Kook Academy. Around this time, your grandparents had also become more involved in your life, and you wondered if they had somehow bribed your mom into forcing you to transfer schools. You tried asking her during one of your many fights that started with you begging her to keep you at Kildare County High, but she quickly shut you down and told you to be grateful. That was ironic coming from the woman who ran away from the people giving her an expensive high school career. 

You had no choice but to do what your grandparents wanted and attend Kook Academy. Making friends was a lot harder there than it was in Kildare County High. You managed to make one friend in your freshman year. Andre Cortez. Due to an incident a couple years back, you built thick walls and Andre was the only one able to break them down. You were grateful for your friendship, but hanging out with him was nothing like hanging out with the Pogues. 

When you transferred schools, you lost touch with the Pogues slowly. Your life became busy with school and playing dress up for your grandparents and the boys were starting to work. Eventually all contact was cut and ever since, you’ve felt a void in your heart.

“Look,” You tell Andre. “I told you I would be your wing woman and I’m not backing down from what could possibly be the most important role in my life.”

You didn’t notice the Pogues or any of the stares around you. It’s true you’re not much of a party girl. I mean, you’ll go out here and there, have a drink or two, but you felt more comfortable at places where you weren’t surrounded by drunk and horny teenagers. 

“He’s probably not even here,” Andre says. He’s trying to look nonchalant but you notice the way his eyes dance from face to face of the people around him. 

“He told you he was going to be here, right?” You ask him with one brow raised. Andre nods. “Then, we’ll find him.”

Sarah and Kie never made any effort to talk to you at school, but to be fair, neither have you. You’ve heard mixed reviews, some people call them spoiled brats, ungrateful...some even go as far as calling them ‘The Cut Sluts.’ Of course you never take any of those things to heart. You can’t judge a book but it's cover. Plus, they’re friends with your old best friends. They can’t be that bad for John B and JJ and Pope to be hanging out with them, right?

“You think she'll come over here?” Kie asks. No one’s ever said it out loud, but her friends wonder if deep down, Kie was a little jealous of you. Because you were their first real girl friend. You were the first girl they ever let in and opened their heart too. That was a tough pill for Kie to swallow when she originally thought she was that girl. Of course the boys don’t like you any more than Kie and vice versa. But sometimes Kie wishes she could have grown up with the boys the same way you had. 

“Probably not. Unless she’s drinking,” Pope says and motions towards the keg they’re near. 

“I have an idea,” John B says and fills up a red solo cup. He hands it to JJ. “Why don’t you go offer her a cup.”

JJ snags the cup out of John B’s hand and glares at him. “Fuck off, dude.” 

“Do you guys ever see her around at school?” Pope asks the girls.

Sarah shrugs. “Not really. She doesn’t really get a long with my old group of friends.”

Kie rolls her eyes. “No one gets along with your old group of friends.”

Sarah playfully shoves Kie by the shoulder and they laugh. 

“I heard she turned down Raymond Easterling a couple weeks ago and he didn’t take it very well,” Pope says, remembering the words he heard from the kids in his class roaming the school hallways. 

Raymond goes to Kildcare County High with the Pogues. He’s known to be a trouble maker and a class clown. He works with JJ at the country club. The kid can make JJ laugh sometimes, but he wouldn’t necessarily say he likes him all that much. He can be an arrogant asshole with an ego bigger than it should be.

“She turns down everybody,” Sarah says. “Some people at my school call her ‘The Heart Sucker’ because she can pull people in with the snap of her fingers and break their heart just as quickly.”

Something stirred in the pit of JJ’s stomach.

“Hey! Where you going?” John B calls out to JJ who’s making his way deeper into the sea of people on the beach. 

“Taking advantage of a good boneyard party, my friend,” JJ calls back and slugs the rest of his beer. Looking left and right, he searches for the blonde he had eyes on earlier. Because right now, he needed a distraction. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

The party starts to die down a little after midnight. Some people leave to find another party, some are passed out in the back of their cars, and others had already found what they were looking for - someone to leave with. 

The boneyard party wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be. You had found a couple of kids from your school who were nice enough to make small talk with you while Andre left to find a guy named Devon, a Touron he’s been talking to who’s renting for the entire summer. 

Now you’re waiting for Andre to come back so the two of you can walk home. You find comfort under a slanted palm tree towards the back of the beach, scrolling through random apps on your phone to pass the time.

“Y/N?” You look up from you phone and smile when you see your former best friend inching closer to you, squinting in the dark to see if it’s really you. 

“Maybank? What are you still doing here?” You stand up and pat the sand off your hands on you thighs. 

Your heart skips a beat in your chest when you look at him. He’s beautiful. Lucious blonde hair, perfectly tanned skin, piercing blue eyes. You always knew JJ was going to grow up to be gorgeous. He was cute when he was younger. At least you always thought so. 

“I was just leaving, but I thought I saw you sitting here and wanted to make sure you were all right.” He knows it’s not like you to stay this late at a party, especially all by yourself. When he first saw you sitting there, he didn’t know if he should say something. Mostly due to nerves of seeing you again. But the other Pogues had already left and he didn’t trust anyone else at the party to be near you alone late at night. It didn’t matter if you were sober or not. 

“Aw. Was JJ Maybank worried about me?” You tease. Talking to him felt easy. As if you never stopped being friends. A few years ago, you and JJ had the best banter. Despite constantly bickering back and forth, John B always swore the two of you would get married one day. The two of you just always clicked like a natural connection. And even now, when only seeing each other every now and then for a few minutes at a time, it felt normal. You smirk when JJ rolls his eyes. “I’m kidding. Yeah, I’m okay. Just waiting for my friend to come back from his little rendezvous,” You say. 

JJ nods. “Did you have a good time? I feel like I never you see at these things.”

“Yeah. Parties aren’t really my thing. But Andre was nervous to meet this guy he’s been talking to for a little while so I came for moral support.”

“Looks like he didn’t need much of the support.”

You shrug. “It’s better that way, anyway. I don’t mind waiting for him. What about you?”

“What about me?” 

“Did you have a good time tonight? I hear your quite the ladies’ man at these things.”

“Come on, Sparky. You know better than to believe everything you hear.”

Your face lights up at the mention of your old nickname. You use to always be busting out the seams with energy. On days where the boys just wanted to chill and play video games, you would drag them to the park for a game of kick ball. Or when they wanted to sleep in after a long week, you showed up at 8 am to drag them out of bed to catch the morning waves. So one day JJ started calling you Sparky, and it stuck with the rest of your little gang. You always pretended to hate it, but secretly you loved it. 

“Oh I don’t believe everything I hear. I do, however, believe what I see. And your arm around that tall blonde in the little black dress looked quite convincing.”

You first saw JJ at the party when he was making his way to the pretty girl by the water. Your teeth involuntarily clenched and there was a twisted feeling in your stomach you couldn’t shake whenever you looked at them. 

In that instant, JJ felt grateful for the dark sky. He felt the rush of heat rise up his neck to his cheeks before he could stop it. He knew the motivation to see that girl was because of you. He just wished you never saw it. But he didn’t know why. 

“I walked her home. She wasn’t my type,” JJ plays it off. 

“I didn’t realize you had a type,” You giggle, but a small part felt relieved to hear this. “So what is it? Your type?”

Hybrids with a Pogue attitude, bright smile, beautiful eyes, and a mouth that could make any sailor turn around, JJ thought. 

“I don’t know. Haven’t figured it out yet.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Well, when you figure it out let me know.”

“Why? So you can transform into my ideal girl?” He teases.

Now you’re the one thankful for the dark sky. “In your dreams, Maybank. But so far, I do have the perfect wing-woman track record, so if you needed help -”

“I don’t think I need any help in that department. Thank you very much.”

You throw your hands up in fake surrender. “Ooo. Touchy subject.”

JJ rolls his eyes at the same time your phone pings with a text message. You pull it out of your shorts pocket and open the text from Andre, telling you to leave without him because he’s gonna stay out late with Devon and won’t know what time he’s going to be done.

“Everything all right?” JJ says, watching you read the message.

You lock your phone and stuff it in your back pocket again. “Like I said. Perfect wing-woman track record.”

“That was Andre?” 

“Yeah. He’s most likely not coming home tonight.”

“Lucky bastard.”

“At least one of us is,” You joke. 

JJ’s grin slightly falters but you don’t catch it. You have no idea how much he wishes the two of you could be equally as lucky. Together. 

“Well, I should probably go,” You say and bend down to grab your flip flops.

“Let me walk you home,” JJ offers. 

“Oh no. It’s okay -”

“You’re cute. It’s wasn’t up for debate. I’m not letting you walk back by yourself.”

You scoff lightly. “I’ll be fine.”

“Just humor me.”

You roll your eyes and smirk but choose not to argue. In fact, you’re excited to spend more time with JJ. It’s been so long.

“Fine.”

“And here I thought you might’ve grown out of your stubborn phase by now.”

You shove him playfully by the shoulder. “Shut up!”

And just like that, it felt like old times.

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