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jarofstyles · 5 months

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Oh Baby, Baby! Five

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Warnings- Pregnancy, hormones, etc.

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Y/N was certain that she was going to kill someone.

This was why she normally had Harry go to the shops by himself. Her non pregnant self could barely deal with a Saturday crowd. Pregnant Y/N? She was homicidal.

People didn’t know how to walk. How to say ‘pardon me’. How to talk at a normal volume. Her eye was twitching as her hands tightened on the stopping trolly, taking a deep inhale as she watched Harry place a bag of cucumber into the basket. “Think that should be good in the Veg.” He chirped, looking at the list on his phone. She could see the little bubbles being filled in and going down each time he checked off an item. Thankfully he still had a functioning mind because hers was feeling like TV static as she tried to keep herself calm.

Her belly had begun to show a bit more and she was extremely protective of her little bump. Hand rested on it, she self soothed by rubbing over it, her stretchy cotton tee shirt dress moving with her hand. She’d chosen the green because Harry specifically liked her in that color, but she was more than aware of how she had begun to stress sweat and he would more than likely be exposed to the stains it would leave behind.

“Hey..” His hand on her shoulder startled her, making her jump. When had he even approached her? “You okay, love?” His hand shoved the phone into his pocket, instead gently tilting her head up towards him. The look of true concern made her soften her tense shoulders a tad, sighing as she nodded. This newer side to him, having to admit that she was his and he was hers, that they were an actual item, was still somewhat new. It was a weird mix of things that still was hard to understand. On one hand, it spooked her when he was openly affectionate like this, but the bigger side felt like it was natural. Settling into a place it always should have been, perhaps this aspect being the piece she felt somewhat missing in their friendship prior to this.

Harry wasn’t just her best friend anymore. He was her lover. The fucking father of her child! They were going to be around each other forever.

“Yeah.” She said tiredly, letting her face fall into his hand. “I’m a bit overwhelmed, honestly. Knew I needed to get out of the house but I forgot what a madhouse the store turns into on weekends.” A weak smile was pulled to the corner of her lips as his brows furrowed at her answer. Yes, it had been her idea to go. She had been holing up inside of the home and she needed to get some more fresh air and stimulation, but the grocery store was proving to be a bit much.

Pregnancy was a lot more strenuous than she had imagined and she knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. Mentally it had been taxing, worrying about her abilities to be a mother and also cultivating and nourishing this new relationship with Harry, she had been anxious for a while despite it all. She was hopeful, anyways, because there was no one else she would ever dream of having a baby with.

With all that was going on, Harry had been a saving grace. A shoulder to lean on and a confidant, now that the layers had been shed and she knew that her feelings for him were not at all one sided. He seemed to thrive, actually, by feeling needed. It was something that had initially shocked her because he used to run away or pull back in the face of commitment, but he was already talking about what they’d make a tradition for their baby's birthday, how they were going to do the holidays, if they’d request their families to come together or split their times… It was incredible but also a bit weird to see. He had slid into the role like he had been born for it.

He’d even suggested they attend birthing classes together. Picked up more parenting books than she had. Gave her the prenatal vitamins and changed all the coffee in the house to decaf, much to her dismay. He was excited and happy and it felt bad that at times she felt a bit like a grinch. To which he would remind her that she was the one growing a little baby inside of her and had her body changing. That it was his job to do the other preparations because she needed to focus on keeping herself and the baby healthy. He was infuriatingly understanding.

“M’sorry. I forgot a bit, I kind of space out in my own head.” He mumbled. “Do you want to leave? I can come back later and get some of the stuff.” See? How was he being so good?

“No, no. That’s ridiculous, we’re halfway through the list. I’m just adjusting, I think. Hyperaware.” She laughed. “Just need to get through it. We’re getting lunch after so I can unwind there. The Bluebird Cafe still okay with you?” She asked, letting his hand fall back to her arm.

“Anything that’s good with you. Y’know I’m not picky, babe.” He chuckled. “They’ve got the good sandwich and salad combinations. I’m not on the cleanse anymore.” She had forgotten about that. A juice cleanse was a little ridiculous to her but apparently he said it helped his gut. To her that meant his bowel movements must be incredibly unpleasant. “Let’s power through the other half of the shopping, I’ll stop home and run it up, and then we can go fill your hunger. All good.”

“Okay.” It wasn’t much to argue, instead letting him pull her in for a quick hug and a press of his lips on her head. She really didn’t know what she would do without him.

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“So.” Harry’s hands folded against one another. Their food order had been taken and Y/N was sat comfortably in the booth across from Harry, her feet tangled with his. He’d ordered for her, being all too aware of what she had been prattling on about in the car, along with a smoothie he just simply knew that she liked. It was little things like that that caught her off guard. How much had he always been paying attention to that she didn’t even realize?

“Yes?” She asked, amused as she ran her hand absentmindedly over the growing swell of her stomach. The habit was human nature and Harry expressed jealousy sometimes that he couldn’t always be stroking over their growing baby, but he wanted to remain somewhat normal. He was already so fastidious about everything else, something neither of them had anticipated in this whole journey, so he didn’t want to smother Y/N with his eagerness.

“How are we….” He leaned on the table on his elbows, hands clasped. “How do we tell the parents?” It was a loaded question considering they really did need to tell them, sooner rather than later. Neither knew Harry and Y/N were even together, let alone that he was fathering a rapidly growing child inside of Y/N’s tummy. They’d kept it quiet for Y/N’s sake and superstition, wanting to make sure she made it into a safer part of the growth to tell people. It had been Y/N’s idea to have a child, even if she had been a bit impulsive, but she was trying to keep this intimate piece just to themselves for as long as they could. What had started as something off the cuff had become even more important to her than she had anticipated- and that was saying a lot.

“I mean, they’re going to be thrilled.” Harry started again, seeing the little wrinkle between her brows that always formed when she thought too hard. “They’ve been rooting for us to get together since we met. I know the baby part is going to kind of… throw things off, but I know they’re going to be overjoyed to learn that we’re havin’ our little Sprout.” The fondness could be seen physically on his features, like he was floating when he spoke about them. Their little baby, the sprout he was keeping track of every week on an app on his phone. He had quite a few downloaded, actually, but one in particular had been purchased with the premium membership.

‘Might be useful after Sprout, too.’ He had simply shrugged when she asked why he bothered paying for the lifetime membership. It still set the butterflies in her stomach on flight whenever she thought of that little instance.

Her bashful smile was his response, brushing imaginary lint off her dress before daring to meet his eyes. Harry had been more confident about this whole thing even though she had been the one to say she wanted it, and it had been like they sort of switched places. His confidence was starting to be a bit infectious.

“I think we should tell them together.” She finally conceded. “I have no idea how, really. We can check pinterest or just tell them? I know it's the first grandchild for both of them so I want it to be special but I don’t want to overdo it. You know?” Y/N knew Harry would get exactly what she meant. “We can do ultrasound pictures in gift bags, or the tee shirts that say grandma on them? I’ve never done it before.” She peeped, flushing to herself. No shit, this was their first child. This would all be a learning curve for everyone involved.

“No, no. I understand, pretty.” He reached out to grab her fingers that had been fiddling with the edge of the paper napkin, ripping it up slightly. A nervous habit. Instead he spread her fingers out and curled his around hers, running his index finger down the middle of her palm. “I think the ultrasound frame would be the best option. A keepsake that they’ll both like. Maybe we can have them over for a spring dinner, do it then?” The calming touch had it’s intended effect, Harry’s sharp eyes watching as her shoulders relaxed slightly and she nodded at the idea. “Perfect. I don’t mind keeping it to just us for a bit but, you know how gossipy people are. They’re gonna start talking about us going to the appointments and shopping. Don’t want to get everything online.” Harry had been a big advocate for them going out to have the full experience. He wanted to help her choose a crib, a playpen, a baby monitor- all after scouring the safety ratings and reviews, obviously- He wanted to be the one who put together the crib, the one who helped build the nursery. He’d expressed how involved he wanted to be not only in the baby’s day to day, but her pregnancy. How could she say no? How could she not lean all the way into it when she saw just how incredibly happy it made him?

“I know. Everyone is nosy.” Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “It’s okay, though. I just want to make sure random people don’t come up and feel my stomach. Maybe get me a sign that says ‘ask before touching’ to put on me.” Her joke made him chuckle but it was a real concern of hers. Y/N liked to keep her physical touch to a minimal with strangers. Harry wouldn’t stand for her being uncomfortable. “It’s different around family, like if we go to family stuff, but a lot of strangers just go up to people and touch and it’s weird.” A fake shudder exaggerated her disgust.

“Yeah, m’not sure why that’s a thing, my love. I’ll work something out.” Knowing him, he may very well get her a sign to stick on her tummy, but she would see. “We’ve got the telling our parents squared away, so I suppose my next question is when would you like to go shopping?” The eagerness for that was not well hidden, if he was even trying to hide it. Y/N doubted it.

“Probably soon after we tell them? We can start looking online. You’ve already got the baby locks taken care of.” Her eyes rolled in her head, making him pout. That was still something that he took seriously! He’d seen too many horror stories. “When Sprout, y’know, Blooms, we are going to be overwhelmed and probably busy. I don’t want there to be an accident and we just forget to babyproof something because we have other stuff going on.” He paused, bringing her hand to his face to kiss the knuckles. “I want this to be as stress free for you as possible. Just want you to focus on growing our baby, taking care of yourself. So m’gonna try and take care of stuff in the background so there's no worry, or sudden panic for you.”

Harry truly managed to blow her mind every day. Little things like this, his pure thoughtfulness made her a bit speechless. How she’d managed to snag the best baby daddy of all time, she didn’t know, but it would be something she was always thankful for. There wasn’t enough time to thank him for it, their food approaching as she was trying to find the words, but she was quick to squeeze his hand back and snug their legs up a bit more as she brought the straw of her smoothie to her mouth.

Life had somehow stuck her with the best person to grow with.

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borderlinebelle · 6 months

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i deeply feel connected to the Britney Spears that attacked a car with an umbrella post self shaving her own head, circa 2007 and I wanted to channel her career of female rage hidden by a delightful and charming smile for the photoset 🙂

thanks.

#britney 2007 #oh baby baby #photoset #personal #girlcore #umbrella gate #britney is trapped ‘auditioning’ to world #britney bitch

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genshrineimpact · 2 years

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Very late to the God reader party but-

God reader is ALSO god of the sun

Just for easier access to flames to roast the enemies

Also there's a big mountain under the God of War and Sun's protection

Ppl make pilgrimages there to ask for the power of the sun to uh

Fight well?

hi hello yes guess who accidentally made a fic again despite having to work today haha why am i like this orz

anyway, hello!! you're not late at all! welcome, welcome~

hmmm i feel like that would make the reader far too overpowered, so if i may propose a concept....

i wonder if anyone noticed the parallel eheh

tw: mentions of blood and gore, child neglect, god of war!reader being mean in their prime

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

rather than being the god of sun itself, maybe the god of sun used to be a sibling of the god of war!reader? they fought together side by side and the god of sun is basically your second in command... until a certain accident happened.

the young you, the reckless, bloodthirsty, adrenaline-junkie you, with a hotheaded, bright, and equally conflict-loving sibling. naive and foolish, diving into battles upon battles, burning everything down to ashes, slaughtering those who stand in your way without thinking of consequences and collateral damages. before you know it the both of you grow more and more powerful until you're granted your titles upon successfully building your thrones of corpses.

it's how you got the rumors about you started in the first place. and you didn't care. all it mattered was that you were having so much fun with your sworn sibling - you might not be related by blood but your bond is far thicker than that. they're your closest confidant, someone you can trust with your life, someone you know will always have your back.

and they have your back, alright. they smile and laugh like the sun that they are despite dying in your arms, their celestial blood staining your armor, hands, cheeks, filling your lungs with the sickening tinge of iron that makes you want to vomit, mingling with your tears and and how are they still laughing when their life is seeping out from their usually bright eyes why why why why it should have been you it's all your fault your fault your f-

....

......

.........

you bury them at the peak of the highest mountain in liyue, so that they're the closest to the star that resembles their epithet.

you're tired.

you're oh so tired.

you wander aimlessly upon teyvat, lost and broken and lifeless. the blades don't give you that spike of adrenaline anymore. the blood only takes you back to that despairing scene and makes your stomach churn in an unpleasant way. you stumble upon a village, burning with embers from a monster's attack, and you watch mutedly as the destruction happens. meaningless, you think. just a few handfuls of insignificant lives, rooted out before their time comes.

your eyes fall on two forms within the blazing fire, what seems to be a pair of siblings. both are clutching the other within their frail-looking arms, tears streaming down their face, garments soaked in dark blood with their family members' dead bodies surrounding them-

-you see yourself and your own kin, and your body reacts before you can stop it.

how ironic, you think bitterly as you get the two humans into safety. you've lived to kill and slaughter. what did you want to accomplish by saving two puny mortals? yet as you gaze upon the still-crying children, you can't help but think back to that moment in time that has been burned into your memory forevermore.

"the dead will not return to mortal realm no matter how much tears you shed."

they're cold, your words. seemingly apathetic and it cuts through the air. you're not sure if you're saying it to the mortals or yourself. both, perhaps.

and yet to your surprise, before you can depart from the scene, there's a tug on the edge of your robe, and you look back to see two tiny, puny, defenseless human beings staring up at you with tears and snot all over their face.

"please stay..."

"w-we don't have anywhere to go anymore...."

neither do i, you almost said out loud. "don't be ridiculous. i am the god of war. you should be trembling in fear at just being in my presence. unhand me at once."

".... but you saved us."

'save'? yes.... you... saved these children. these mortals. the beings you used to kill for sport. all because... because....

because you wished to atone? because you saw yourself and your sibling in them? because if you could turn back time, you wish you could have protected the only person who mattered?

"foolish mortals. i must have gone mad momentarily. i do not care if you perish."

"w-wait! please- you're- you're the god of war, you say?! then, i'll... i'll be your follower!"

"m-me too!"

"what? what foolhardiness! i do not take followers! cease this stupidity at once!"

and yet, despite your cold indifference and snippy retorts, they persist. these two little humans, following you everywhere like lost ducklings. what a joke, you think. they'll tire of it soon enough, you think.

you shake your head as their tiny legs try to catch up on you as you cross the plains without any destination in mind. you watch coldly as they shiver at night, at the way they snap awake in an instant at the slightest noise, wide eyes frantically looking for your form and relaxing when you give them a glare. you scoff as they try to catch a rabbit and fail, their empty stomachs not aiding them in their endeavors.

right, mortals need to constantly eat, you think with a roll of your eyes. how convenient, perhaps they will faint from starvation soon and-

"jiejie, i'm hungry..."

"ssh, i know... umm.... i'll check if there are some fruits nearby while master is sleeping, okay? can you bear with it until then?"

"okay...."

you stand abruptly and stalk off towards the forest. the two wobbles unsteadily as they stand, but they determinedly follow you nonetheless, without any complaints. they probably assume you couldn't hear them whispering, the naive children that they are. worthless, weak, inefficient-

the sword feels heavier than usual in your hand. within the thick trees and dense leaves, you face the two children, who have stopped in their tracks, eyes wide, looking up at your form with frightened eyes. your eyes flash dangerously, your grip tightening around the hilt of your swords. it would be so easy to just....

"don't move."

the older girl gasps and hugs her brother close. blood drenches your weapon, your darkened eyes staring as life slips out from your victim's eyes, just like... just like.....

you sigh and flick the blade, making the dark liquid splatter against the forest floor, before sheathing it back and storing it in your inventory. you then grab onto the carcass and start walking back towards the clearing.

their footsteps follow behind you, and it takes them a few seconds to speak.

"t-thank you, master. we... didn't realize there was a wild boar behind us..."

you grunt but stay silent. the siblings look at each other in worry and confusion, and it isn't until later on when you start a fire and expertly butchered the animal, that they finally understand what you were doing.

"thank you, master!"

"thank you!!"

two cheery voices enter your ears and you watch impassively as they practically inhaled the massive sticks of meat. usually, the mortals would put some sort of concoction before eating it, but you have no idea what those were... well, you're glad that they don't seem to be picky eaters, at least. that would make it easier for you since you wouldn't have to hunt or forage for specific fruits and-

wait wait wait wait. no.

it's not like they're going to actually follow you forever. when they've had enough to eat and rest, maybe then they'll get their senses back. then, they'll realize that they should go to the nearest village and settle there, start a new life for themselves that doesn't involve you.

after all, you aren't made to protect anyone. and you definitely do not want to be burdened to protect such weak creatures.

"who is this, master?"

morax puts on a polite smile towards the two adepti flanking your sides protectively. these must be your most trusted generals, he thinks in amusement. just like you, the siblings radiate a presence that prompts anyone to bow before them. he immediately understands that they're not really asking for his identity, for it is impossible for your most trusted aides to not know of rex lapis himself.

"i believe this is our first time meeting each other out of the battlefield. i go by morax these days, and i am here to fulfill the contract i proposed a few days ago. the mortals of recent times call it a... date, if i am not mistaken."

"wha- you want to-"

"-date master?!!!"

you raise your eyebrows in amusement when the two summons their signature weapons - the very same ones which you had specially crafted for them, thousands of years ago, and haven't left their sides since then. the ones they only bring out upon realizing they have to get serious, or if your life was at stake. they point it right at morax, who does not even flinch, amber eyes focused on the two weapons - not in fear, not in wariness, but in awe.

"back off!"

"rex lapis or whatever, i'm not afraid to stab you!!"

"children... there is no need for violence."

"yes, master. violence isn't the answer. violence is a question."

"and as the followers of the god of war, the answer is always yes."

inwardly laughing, your hands settle on the siblings' shoulders, causing them to look back at you questioningly. you give them a pat on both heads and step closer to morax, who finally broke his gaze from the weapons and greets you with a loving smile.

"do you find my handiworks interesting?"

"ah, no wonder. such brilliant ones must have been personally handled by these beautiful hands. would you ever craft one for this humble self one day?"

"hm... i see. if it will please you, then i shall consider it."

"it would be my honor to wield a weapon made by yours truly."

you stare in wonder at the way he presses a kiss to your hands. so gentle and tender, like handling a fragile flower. and yet it is also purposeful - as if he was trying to convey something. an emotion that can't be put into words.

something warm tingles within your chest. it's similar to the high you get when you see your people celebrate the conclusion of a hard-fought war... and yet so different.

"very well. in any case, as you mentioned in your letter, you wished to visit a place with me?"

"yes. then shall we- ah, right, madam ping said...," the god of contracts clears his throat and offers you his arm, "i realize this is a presumptuous thing for me to ask from someone such as yourself, but will you grant me the honor of escorting you?"

though the whole speech sounds rehearsed, there's no hiding the sincerity and slight nervousness in his amber eyes. you can't help but suddenly feel shy.

you link your arm with your fellow god, and for some reason, your sibling's face pops into your mind.

oh, if only they can see you now.

extra:

"jiejie, i think i'm finally getting senile after all these years. master isn't... they're not blushing, right?"

"*sobbing* oh, master, you grew up without us looking!"

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#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #god of war! reader au #oops i did it again #i created a fic #without meaning to #oh baby baby #rin writes

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whosyourcreepyunclenow · 10 months

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ETERNAL HANGOUT (the bug I suppose I should share)

if you're tired of goodbyes, try it

invite your friend(s) and go to the cable cars (the icons aren't visible during hangout, so it would be easier to tag the place in advance) wait one, get in, get out, then get in again. you'll see the option to use the cable car for $10, do it. and once more if you're not exited of hanging out on the Chilliad peak.

keep in mind that:

- you can't go to the bar or do any other activity (except shops & customs), the map will be empty as if you were on a mission

- you also can't drop your friend(s) off, only abandon them but you'll still be unable to do something else

- the only way to get out is die

- or load. not sure if you can save during that, but it makes sense to try (as you can save during a normal hangout but not with your phone, the bed only)

- you might accidentally abandon them so make sure they aren't stuck. if you do, you won't get a warning notification to come back, they'll just stop following you (still react on bumps and shoves though, if you're into that))

- they might die. from a tank shot or a plane crash (even if you're on a painkiller and made it out alive)

SO WHAT'S THE POINT? well, first, they'll not be scared when shit hits the fan (did you ever get a message "Trevor got scared" when your car went underwater or something exploded nearby? what a nonsense). second, they'll not be wounded so you can bump into them as much as you want and they'll become much more tenacious during shotouts. third, they'll not suddenly leave you with an unavoidable goodbye cutscene after you spend a few days together. kinda satisfying, for T especially)

♡♡♡

and now a little background. a few months ago I saw a cute trikey dream where they had a cable car ride together. it wasn't the game's one, more like a ski lift but without skis and without even winter, rather a blossoming spring. it felt sorta "secret after-ending scene which you can get only after fulfilling some conditions" so I was somehow aware of myself as a player and took A HELL LOT of screenshots. they weren't an actual couple there, just chilling buddies with a complicated backstory to talk out, so they talked (it's a shame I didn't remember any dialogues, visual only, but the vibes were like "so everything settled, we're both alive thanks to Frank, he did great and we did great too"), they argued, they laughed, and then Michael almost fell off (for wtf reason), Trevor grabbed him. and held in his arms for the rest of the way, Mikey didn't mind (what surprised me most) and they kept talking. then the cable car stopped (or they just jumped off while it was closest to the ground? more likely) and later they were standing on a cobblestone sidewalk, whispering quietly, without moving even an inch away of each other's faces. I turned on my paparazzi mode again wondering why this scene is so underrated and no one even said a word about that. and when I already was like "omfg, they're so damn close it nearly looks like a kiss!!1!1" they really STARTED KISSING without any "looks like". AND AFTER THAT, I thought sincerely, SOMEONE STILL CLAIMS THEY AREN'T LOVERS? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PPL? ehh it's rather what's wrong with me but ok... more importantly, the one who initiated was Trevor. the view was from his back, so I only could see Michael's face: he wasn't surprised, rather uncertain if he should've done it first. their kiss was long, not really passionate but very affectionate and gentle. like they finally reached their comfort zone and it all worked out the best way possible.

don't recall anything further, guess I just woke up or the dream channel changed to something boring. hmm... probably first.

(just to say, it was long before I learned how to use rockstar editor and started to take these kiss-alike shots, but yeah, I've become obsessed with the idea since that))

next day I tried a cable car with them and detected the bug (or whatever else it is). was playing as Michael and got confused at first, like what do you mean he can't get rid of T now? I suddenly felt trapped. tried a lot of shit to trigger back a normal hangout, with no results. didn't dare to simply abandon Trevor but I knew it can't go on like this. so I just killed Mikey to let him escape lol. such an irony.

so in summary, it's a trap. a gay trap, particularly. maybe you'll find it entertaining ;3

#secret after-ending scene which you can get only after fulfilling some conditions #(not actually)#the magic of cable cars #so my silly romantic trikey dream somehow came true #or at least turned out to be useful #gta v bug #weird game experience #alternative ending lol #trikey #gta 5 #gta v #michael de santa #trevor philips #oops Mike did it again #he faked his death #to get rid of Trev #oh baby baby

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caitkaminski · 1 year

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Telling Character AI’s I’m pregnant…

Part One: Suresh

What a turn of events 😭😭😭

Litg writers could NEVER come up with a story as good as this. Finn went from Suresh’s enemy to Godfather in 2 seconds flat…

And no, Suresh would not accept I slept with Finn BEFORE we got together… he was not willing to forgive my cheating ass. Ironic really.

This is just a bit of fun but please if anyone has an issue with this content (as it’s likely to be a little series), please send in an anon or chat to me directly, always more than happy to listen and always respect people’s opinions 💛💛💛💛

Massive thanks to:

@libelle949

@0shewrites0

For creating these 😂 full list of characters on their pages (pls let me know if anyone else is involved xxxxx)

#oh baby baby #this is my revenge on Suresh #litg #character ai #litg s5 #litg ex in the villa #litg suresh

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wonszuart · 26 days

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*SIGH* Oops I did it again

#oh baby baby

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soulmusicsongs · 1 year

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Oh Baby, Baby - The San Francisco T.K.O.'s (Herm / Oh Baby, Baby, 1972)

#Soul #Soul Music #Soul Music Songs #Music #Music Songs #The San Francisco T.K.O.'s #1972 #Golden Soul #Oh Baby Baby #Youtube

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sweetface-the-dollbaby · 9 months

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Oops I did it again

#i stayed up all night #oh baby baby

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fromahomeboyspointofview · 1 year

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You are so heavenly, You mean the world to me

Stay with me till the end of time

#music #oh baby baby #you are so dear to me #I’m grateful you have given me your love

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davidtennan-t · 5 months

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*THE GIGGLE ENDING SPOILERS*

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING

I’ve just read the novelisation of the Giggle and the ending has me on my knees - it goes into much more detail than the show so guess what

THE DOCTOR BOUGHT THAT HOUSE

THAT IS HIS HOUSE

He chose it, he went to an estate agents and said ‘I want this pretty house’, offered them £60, then rang Kate Stewart and discovered he was getting paid by UNIT this whole time, was able to afford the house/mortgage and BOUGHT THAT HOUSE

The Nobles still have a house in London but they STAY WITH THE DOCTOR NEARLY ALL THE TIME

He chose the house with a sunroom so WILF COULD LIVE DOWNSTAIRS COMFORTABLY

#I’m still processing this oh my god #baby girl owns his own house #I’m crying #doctor who #donna noble #fourteenth doctor #dw spoilers #the giggle #David Tennant becomes David Landdlord

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greykolla-art · 2 months

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If Cursed Cat Alastor talked I imagine it would say so many upsetting things.👌

#grey art #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel #cursed cat alastor #legend of avantris #for that first panel joke 😂#I should start watching that it keeps popping up on my instagram #they are so good!#chuckles the clown #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #charlie morningstar #baby Charlie #oh it’s good to just mindlessly doodle!

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jarofstyles · 9 months

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Oh Baby, Baby! 4

It’s been a very long time but 🤭🤭🤭 here we go! Oh baby, part 4!

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Warnings: pregnancy

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Harry was absolutely insane.

Y/N was positive about that. She sat on the couch as she watched him bob about the kitchen, installing baby locks. Baby locks- and her bump was still little. Despite all of this, though, she found it stupidly attractive. His desire to be a dad, his dedication to the baby that was just a tiny little seed inside of her stomach, his already overprotective soul, it made her fall just a bit deeper.

The shift had been evident and obvious and neither of them had any awkwardness about it. It was no longer two best friends making a child- they were in it together. Harry was just as dedicated to Y/N as he was to their child. She had found that out relatively quickly. When they’d gone to the bar to meet up with their friends, Y/N and Harry both sipping on plain sodas as they caught up with people. He had gone to the bar to get her a bowl of cherries that she had been obviously craving since he had caught her looking at longingly in Sarah’s drink. He’d been approached by a very pretty girl that had her stomach twisting, seeing her place her hand on his arm which she had wanted to rip off violently. He had taken the slip of paper from her and nodded before heading back with the cherries he had paid a stupid amount for.

She had been quiet with his return, his heavy arm sloping around her shoulder like nothing had happened. He sunk back into his comfortable space, kissing the side of her head as she took one of the cherries to pop in her mouth. It felt bit hard to swallow when she did, the burning in her gut outweighing the sweetness of the cherry. Y/N hadn’t been able to hold back, turning to him after staying quiet for a bit.

“Are y’gonna go for it?” She asked,, trying to feign nonchalance. She had done a very poor job of it, though. Y/N was never one with believable poker faces. Harry could read her like a book.

“Who? Girl at the bar?” He asked with a quirked brow, shaking his head at her irritation when she nodded. Her slight pout and her irritated brows made him want to coo at her. She was so cute. “Why the hell would I do that when you’re right next to me? You’re the mother of my child. I dont need to look elsewhere. I adore you.” He turned her face, pinching her chin and pressing his lips to hers firmly for a chaste but loaded kiss. “Threw it in the trash on the way back. Told her I was an expecting father. Don’t need to go searching anywhere else.”

And that was that.

Now, doting dad and committed… boyfriend? Partner? Whatever their label was, he was exceedingly good at it. Phenomenal, really. He kept the fridge stocked with jars of the sweetened cherries and switched his cologne to a less spicy one because as much as she liked the other one, her pregnancy hormones absolutely could not stand it. He made sure to set up tea for her and get coffee if out because mournfully she was also sick whenever she smelled it. She was just hormonal and unhappy that someone else had hit on him.

Y/N had been grumpy lately. She didn’t mean to be, but with bouts of morning sickness and her breasts feeling a bit tender, a weird craving for fried chicken tenders with peanut butter, she felt irritated all the time. There wasn’t much anyone could do for that. That didn’t mean Harry deserved to be on the receiving end of her grumpiness, though. She felt a bit bad as she watched him walk back over to test out the locks, not seeming to be bothered by it visibly but… she knew he valued her a lot and the last thing she wanted was for him to think she was being mean in purpose.

Tears grew in her eyes, the sting making her even more upset. She kept fucking crying and she had been lucky to keep it from him this far, but it had only been a matter of time. A quiet sniffle was accompanied by rubbing over her eyes, not wanting tears to fall before she spoke. “I’m sorry, H.” She said, trying her best to keep her voice steady. Harry had quickly turned to look at her, concern etching over his features as he returned back to her side. “I shouldn’t have tried to start a fight. It’s not fair and you’re s-so lovely to me and I get scared you’re going to find someone who isn’t pregnant and whiny and eats weird things-“ she hiccuped, glassy eyes looking at his beautiful hands. It was hard to face him.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Y/N was full of emotion lately but Harry had thought he made it clear that he wasn’t ever going to leave. “Sweet girl… hey.” He grabbed her chin with his thumb, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. “I’m not upset. I didn’t even know you had seen that. I’d never do that. I don’t want to. What I want is right here.” He moved to cup her cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen down her cheek. Her stuttered breathing had him squatting in front of her, getting them eye level. This needed to be cleared up.

As much as he had been thorough in telling her that she was his, he hadn’t been proper in his declaration of need for her. “Look at me.” His instruction got her to look right at his eyes, a harsh swallow taken as she held her breath. “There is no one else. Maybe it’s my fault for not being clear, but I’m yours. Your partner in all of this, if you’ll have me.” Gentle strokes of the damp skin and the shaky breath exhaled as she took another second to absorb his words. “We made a sweet little baby inside of you, we’ve bonded but… m’not just here for the baby. I’m here for you. You’re what I want, and I’m sorry that I haven’t outright said it yet. I thought you knew how much I utterly adore you.” He got on his knees between her legs, still able to look at her face on as he brought her face towards him.

Delicately, he kissed over her skin. Feather light, soft and breezy, he kissed her forehead, her nose, her eyelids as she closed them to feel his affection. He was so serious about her that it grounded her a bit. Finally letting her body unclench, leaning her face into the pecks when he finished off with her lips. “I adore you too.” She mumbled back, holding on to his wrists. “I’m sorry. I- I kind of knew but we never spoke about it and when I saw you talking to her my mind panicked a little bit.” It was silly of her. Harry was right in saying he had made it clear she was his- her still slightly over sensitive cunt was proof of that alone- but the lack of clarification had gotten to her.

“Don’t need an apology from you. I know that if I saw a man talking to you, flirting… handing you his number? I’d be very annoyed. Not at you, but.. the idea. It pisses me off and probably wasn’t fun for you to watch.” He sighed, pulling back slightly to stare at her. “M’here for you and little baby inside of you. You both are my world. And I don’t want you questioning it again. Alright?” He squeezed her cheeks slightly with his hands, making her laugh through the last of her emotional tears.

“Got it.” She sniffed, welcoming the kiss he paired it with. “I- I still don’t think we need baby locks yet.”

“S’called being proactive, my darling.” He chuckled against her mouth. “Keep up.”

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Harry’s hand was threaded through hers as they left the appointment. Y/N was happy that as she was in her second trimester, but even more so, she was amused at her boyfriends antics.

He was diligent and doting on her, more than he had ever been before. The friend she had before had erupted from his cocoon, showing her a new side to him that she hadn’t anticipated. Protective, present, and so damn affectionate. He couldn’t keep his hands off of her. It wasn’t just sexually, either. The man always had his hand on her, lips pressing against some part of her body, fingers tangled with hers. It was very new, but very welcomed.

“So… soon they’ll be able to hear.” Harry mumbled as they walked towards the car. “So we’re going to have to play them some good music. Got to be careful what my child consumes because I will not have a kid with bad music taste.” He gave Y/N a look. “No radio for right now. I’ve got playlists, going to get the family plan for Spotify or something and then y’can use that.”

Y/N laughed under her breath, approaching his black SUV with a shake of the head. “Harry, I adore you, but please.” She gave him a look. “They’re going to be perfect. With a father like you, there’s no damn way our child isn’t going to know the ups and downs of rock n’ roll history.” Harry was quick to open up the passenger side door, holding on to her hand as he helped her get into the seat. “Besides, it’s mainly my heartbeat they’ll hear. They won’t start hearing a lot of external noise until the end of this trimester.” He had been on the baby websites.

“I know that. But we have to be safe, don’t we?” He was deadly serious, too. “We don’t know the exact time they’ll be able to hear it so…” he shrugged, making sure she was buckled before closing the door. Harry was already an active parent and Y/N couldn't fault him for that.

When he was in his seat and buckled, his hand moved the car into gear before finding its new favorite spot on her thigh. It still gave her little butterflies to feel him touch her so intimately, so casually. These adjustments had made her exceptionally happier in the last few weeks.

“What did you want for lunch, petal?” He asked softly, the music playing lowly after Harry adjusted the playlist. “Is it still chicken tenders? Or are you wanting something else?” The cravings had varied lately. Harry was never sure what exactly to get her so he waited for explicit instructions so they didn’t waste time or money.

“Can I have Taco Bell?” She asked, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “Want one of the freeze things and.. maybe we get the taco box? With all the tacos so we can have it for later too?” Her stomach was growling, in desperate need of some food. “Want some of the chips and cheese too. Maybe 2. Your child is making me stupidly hungry.” The grumble made him laugh. It was very much his fault, and he wouldn’t change it.

“Course we can. Tomorrow I’m going to the grocery so I can get us some good food at home. Strawberries and greens for your smoothies.” While Harry was never one to dictate how she ate, he did encourage her to eat healthy when possible. He would cook for them since they’d basically moved in together, but Y/N was feeling too lazy to cook most of the time.

“Hm. Yeah, I think that’s good. I’d like some crisps and stuff to make dip… maybe some rice. I’ve been craving baby carrots with ranch a few times but we didn’t have it.” It hadn’t been so much that she would ask him to go out and get it. She was still able to go but Harry did like to take care of her so far. It had been a bit of an adjustment but she was learning to love it. “Y’know, you’re spoiling me. Going to make a monster out of me. I’m liking this ‘having Harry go to the shops’ thing.” Her grin was wide as she looked over to him in time to see him fondly roll his eyes.

“Well… I’m going to take care of you. You’re my girl, you’re carrying my baby. I’ve always liked spoiling you. Just didn’t do it as much because it would have been a bit weird.” He admitted. The sun was high in the sky and the clouds fluffy and white. The air was warm enough for them to have the windows down a bit as they drove, and Harry really felt like his heart was full. Just getting to experience this and spoil Y/N the way he had always had a weird itch to do? It was fulfilling a spot in his chest that had been vacant for a while.

“That’s good then. I like being spoiled so I think this could work out.”

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“Harry!”

The call of his name from across the house had him jolting, running from the kitchen where he had been preparing their meal, up the steps and down the hall to their bedroom. You never yelled for him like that. His brain had been on auto pilot, running over as fast as he could in his socks- dangerous- to find Y/N standing with wide eyes as their folded laundry sat in sorted piles on the bed.

Her hands were over her bump, visible in the cornflower blue dress that hung over her form. Her eyes were wide as she turned to look at him, mouth open as he approached. His hands immediately grabbed her face, looking her over. “What? What’s wrong?” He pressed. “Baby- y’cant yell for me like that and not tell me. Is there something wrong?”

“No! I don’t- I don’t think so?” She squeaked. “I felt them move! Like… s’not a kick or anything but it felt real this time! Not just the flutters. It’s like… squirming?” Her eyes were wide as she looked down at her belly, the shock of truly feeling their baby moving around inside of her taking her for a ride. “I didn’t mean to worry you but I just- I panicked and was excited. I’m sorry.” The woman hadn’t meant to worry him too much.

Harry felt himself melt in both relief and happiness at the clarification. His heart rate could finally slow down. Perching himself on the end of the bed, he was mindful of the laundry piles as he pulled her body in between his legs. “I’m not angry, Angel. Not in the slightest. You just scared me. Thought something was wrong. M’much happier with this result.” Hands moved from her hips to over her forming bump, stroking over it tenderly.

She had told him about flutters recently, how they’d made her excited- but this was a very new and exciting development. “I didn’t want you to miss out.” She peeped, looking down at him. “In case you could feel something. I know you love them a lot already and I didn’t want to keep the first couple times.”

Harry was in love. He knew that before, but her little moment now had solidified it even more. His lips pressed over the clothed belly, tilting his head up to look at her with his eyes full of fondness. “Thank you. I researched it and I don’t think I’ll be able to feel much until the end of this trimester, but I love that you wanted to tell me.” The moment had been more than enough for him. “What did it feel like to you, though? Tell me.” Holding her body to him and his chin against the bump, he listened intently.

“It was like… I don’t know exactly. They were squirming and bumped into the side of the wall? It’s hard to explain. It freaked me out at first.” A breathy left slightly moved his face as it rested on the belly. “Because I sometimes forget that there’s a real human in there growing. It’s incredible, isn’t it?” She placed her hands over his. “Like a little flower. Planted the seed and now the sprout is growing a flower.”

“Hm. Little sprout? I like that.” He turned to whisper into her belly. “Do you like that, Sprout? S’a cute little name your Mumma and I can call you. We’re going to find out if you’re a girl or boy later on but… it’s better than calling you ‘baby’, hm?” Harry more than liked that. “Can choose to be whatever you’d like, but think you’re going to be stuck with the Sprout nickname forever. S’already stuck. You’re going to be married with children and I’ll be calling you it.” He joked, rubbing her hips as he looked back up at Y/N.

She was so beautiful. Sometimes it struck him in the chest, like right now, how lucky he was to have been given her by chance. She had suggested this and they hadn’t anticipated this sort of thing happening, but it was the best thing to ever happen to him. She had that pregnancy glow, the beam of her smile. No more morning sickness and instead getting to enjoy her bump for a while. The leg cramps hurt a bit, but she and Harry worked on it with the massagers and vitamins. She was truly thriving, and he was elated.

“You’re so lucky, Sprout. Me and you. We get your Mumma, and she’s the most perfect woman. You will be grateful when you come out to meet her.” He felt her gentle hands stroke through his messy hair as he continued to speak. “Hope you’re nice to her the rest of the time you’re sprouting. She’s giving you some good genetics to work with here. M’gonna have the prettiest babies with her.”

“Babies?” Y/N rose a brow. “Who said we are having more than this one?” Her heart beat a bit faster as it did sink in. He meant it. He wanted the long haul. It was so exciting, so comforting to know. Harry reminded her often how how much he adored her, how he was proud to be hers, but that confirmation made it feel way more real.

“Well.. s’your body, so you. But I’d like to be the one who gives you more babies if you decide that I can.” He blinked up at her. “I’m more than okay with one, if that’s all you’d like. But… I would definitely like some more if that’s something you’d offer.” Obviously he would never pressure her into anything she didn’t want, but it was something he had been envisioning.

A full house. A dog or two. A set dining room table and sports practices, plays, dance recitals. Siblings spats and groans when Harry would kiss her. Picnics and beach days where he would remind the children to walk, do not run to the water. Applying sunscreen to grumbling kids and holding Y/N’s hand through all of their firsts. Perhaps it was a big dream to ask to follow through, but it was something he desperately wanted.

“You’d really want that? We haven’t even had this one yet.” She asked softly, surprise evident in her tone. “You like them that much?”

“Love them. And you.” He looked up at her again, pulling his lips from her stomach, letting the words sit in the silence for a second. “Love you a lot, Y/N. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Want to build a family with you, a home. Not just a house or a flat. Want to do it all with you. You’ve been my best friend for a long time but I love you a lot more than that. You’re the person I’ve always wanted to be with but didn’t particularly know it. Didn’t allow myself to think of it. Now that I have a chance, I’m taking it. Keeping it.” And her.

Eventually he would propose, but he didn’t want her to think it was just from the baby fever. He loved her wholly before this but it had grown and changed shape and color. She felt like gold. Bright, shiny, priceless. Better than anything else he had ever seen and she had him wrapped around her finger.

“I’d like that.” She caressed the tops of his cheeks with her knuckles. “You’re my best friend too… and- and I think that there’s no one better suited for the job as the father of my children than you. I’ve loved you for a long time and it’s changed the meaning, like you said but.. I like that idea.” Building a home and family with him. Something so perfect to them. It wouldn’t always be, but they’d love it despite the imperfections and hiccups. She knew his heart, and it was pure.

“But to be honest? To me, you’ve always felt like home.”

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