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caitvi fix recs? 👀

Hi, hello! Oh gosh, there's so many great fics out there! Can you believe we have 6000+ caitvi fics and counting??? It used be like 100 lol. I personally have a very long list of backlogs too haha (staring at my 30+ opened fics who are mostly 100k+ words lmfao). I'll list down some that are, at the top of my head, my favorites!

Do note the AO3 warnings too. Some can be NSFW, or some tropes might not interest you, and that's okay! Fandom should be fun for YOU! And if they're not your cup of tea, you can always just read something else that might pique your interest.

With that, here are my two favorite authors: @sunsetsharkblog (AO3 link) and @unamedica (AO3 Link). All of their works are amazing, and you can read pretty much everything they've published. Reasons being:

They update and publish a heck ton of works that are consistently AMAZING

Even if some stories have tropes that I don't usually read (e.g. high school, ABO, royalty, etc etc), I end up loving them and getting into the tropes itself. It takes a great author to do that to me, personally.

My faves are King of Zaun and the Hunter and the Hunted series from Medica, and What a Week and the When we’re together series from Sunset, but ALL their stuff are great and you should definitely check them out.

And here are more other favorite works/authors:

thescriptorium's Where is Love?

hdsoull's It's reassuring (you keep coming around)

@linka-from-captain-planet's devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes

@becasbelt's either way, we're not alone (I'll find a new place to be from) and you're a word that I can't forget

rosetattoos's lucid dreams about you

lorrxai's Vi's Guide to Not Picking Up Guys

all of @thehaakun's fics, with on your authority as my personal favorite

@connielingus423's late fine

wiseturtlebear's Plus One

KariAteRachel's Bloom for Her

@prettyaveragewhiteshark's you carry my fears (as the heavens set fire)

AmberZ10's All's Fair

JynErsoinNYC's Silver Spoons

cityseeker's the heart's epiphany

HaughtBreaker's Traffic Stop

@heymacareyna's bring me java, bring me joy

CashewNut_Cam's Total Immersion

MyrtenasterRose's The Ace Up Her Sleeve

p0etess's gray is not a real color

hellboy's for crown & country

RedPanda92's Even If Nothing's Certain, I'll Take a Chance With You

MagicBoot's It's about you and me

SarcastCity's Unexpected Chemistry

anyways to every single one of you fic authors ily all so much! thank you for the hard work you guys do for the fandom <3

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feeling bored, might imagine myself in unrealistic scenarios of love, idk

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Korra doing the lil hair thing when happy about being with Asami

She's canonically twirling her hair, kicking her legs and giggling.

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no bc I know harry gets SO h word in Italy 😌 at some point you have to be like ok ok I need a break jgxgkdgkdktsfjsut and he's just smirking and kissing your shoulders and arms and then being like "so... again?" jfxkgxgkxgkskfsfj

PLEASEJNFBHEUHD HE WOULD BE ALLLL OVER YOU SO OBSESSEDDDJFUIJDFNCJF FUCK

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what pictures radiate love for you? need some pictures that exude " healthy comfort love relax warm " kind of vibes..

it takes two, Steve McCurry / Clifford Prince King 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / the world unseen / 7 / 8

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who the hell is mark hamill?

bucky barnes x fem!reader. ⎢ masterlist.

wrong date finishing with a good night.

word count: 776.

warnings: none.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. feedback is appreciated, please, leave a comment to let me know if you liked it and/or reblog it.

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The date had turned out to be a horrible night. You had been exchanging texts with David since a month ago. He seemed like a good guy, interesting, empathic, and a little hilarious. You weren't thinking about having a relationship with him, it was too soon for that, but at least you thought you could have some fun. Until he started to talk about his ex-girlfriend. Five years of relationship, a dog, a house. His life was perfect, but hers wasn't and she left him. Taking advantage that David needed to go to the bathroom, the bartender —a man who could be your father— walked straight to your table.

“Tell you what, you're going to leave and I will tell him you had an emergency”.

Pressing your lips in a smile to contain a laugh, because it was very obvious you weren't having a good time, he pointed to the main entrance with his head.

“I've heard too many times my daughter complaining about these online dates... C'mon, kid, go home”.

“Thank you”. You snickered at his words, sounding exactly like your dad.

Not needing him to tell you twice, you made a run for it wearing your jacket and your purse with the strap crossing your chest. You never raced so fast, not looking back when you turned to the left at the closest corner, once outside of the restaurant. You didn't stop until you were far enough. You took your phone from a pocket to block him from any social media, texting afterward your friends waiting for some news from your new crush.

you: can u fcking believe he almost CRIED for his ex ????? i ran away helped by the damn bartender

you: may god cut ma fcking fingers next time i log on tinder

anna banana: wut?

izzy cheesy: sorry ??

lucky luke: girl, you're fucking kidding me

anna banana: for real?

baby jack: run bitch run

izzy cheesy: come home loser therapy time

you: later, i need a damn drink, i'm too sober for this shit

You locked your phone, puffing a little, and walked into the first bar you found opened. Not caring about the people there, nor the music, nor the strong smell of alcohol. It was a place somewhat dark, with dim lights and rock playing from the ceiling. Your device rang and vibrated in your hand, raising it to read the failed-date's name on it. “Fuck no”, you thought to yourself hanging the call. It was too late for you and too late for the guy you crashed with to avoid the beer he was holding to stain his black sweater.

“Oh, shit! I'm so, so sorry”. You apologized covering your mouth with both hands, laying your eyes on the others squinting at you. The most beautiful ones you had seen in your life.

“It's, uh… It's okay. It… It doesn't matter”. He excused himself trying to clean it with his gloved free hand.

The man within a short distance from you beamed with a very cute gesture, feeling out of place for a split second when you didn't reciprocate the gesture. The clearing of his throat returned you to the real world, having been lost in the barely appreciable grey and green specks in the pale blue eyes in front of you. Probably, you also made him feel uncomfortable.

“Anyone ever told you that you look li…”

“The Winter Soldier?” He mocked sipping from his drink, putting his gaze to somewhere at his left.

“I was goin' to say Mark Hamill's younger version”. You seemed confused by the name he gave you, not sure about the soldier he was referring to. You had pending too many shows on Netflix to watch.

“Who the hell is Mark Hamill?”

“Who the hell is the Winter Soldier?”

Neither of you couldn't help but laugh, shaking your heads in complete sync. The man changed his drink from hand to offer you his right. You took it with a firm squeeze. “Barnes. Bucky Barnes”.

“Shit! Of course you are that Winter Soldier!” You feigned to finally have an idea, watching his grimace suddenly turning to an exhausted one. “I'm kiddin', man, relax. Still not knowing who the hell he is. I'm (Y/N)”.

Bucky giggled breathing again, pointing at you with his trigger finger. You caught him.

“Can I… buy you a drink?”

“I'm the one who threw yours, it wouldn't be fair. First is on me, so you can tell me about that soldier who likes the snow”.

“Deal if you tell me who Mark Hamill is”.

“Can't believe you haven't watched Star Wars. Which century are you living in, uh?”

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a place called home

© credits to the author, i found it on google. if you own it, send me a message to add your @.

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Request by @dora-wolfram-blog: Hi <3 so happy to see your requests are open! How about ex Avenger reader who can manipulate the forces of nature and she comes to help Sam? (Idk maybe calling fish from the sea so his family can sell and earn enough money for the boat?) There she meets Bucky who she briefly met after endgame and they get to know each other? Domestic stuff is my weak spot so thank you so much luv u <3

word count: 1.206 words.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a gentleman and sam a pain in the ass as always.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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Saying that Bucky and you were friends wasn’t something exactly. You fought together a couple of times before you retired from superhero life. Like many of them, the war had finished and you chose calm over being a private agent. More or less like the ex-soldier, with the difference that he went to New York and you didn’t be able to find a home until Sam made you a call. He was quite the opposite of Bucky for you, connecting since the very first second you met. After he told you about his sister’s financial trouble, he offered you a roof to sleep under in exchange for your powers to control the tide and promote the movement of fish stocks. Of course, it was a hit, and you finally found peace in Delacroix. A celebration was inevitable, it was part of Wilsons’ DNA, but you weren’t expecting Bucky to show up with Sam; although he told you in your last call that they were working together. Or something like that.

As soon as your eyes laid on him among the crowd, you knew he had changed after more than six months without seeing each other. You couldn't help but feel happy for Bucky when you saw him smiling for the first time. He had a beautiful and innocent smile, seeming like a new man. Renovated, with want to live, enjoying playing with kids and talking to old men about war stories.

You had placed your back against an oak column, away from the crowd but close enough to check on everyone, in case they need help with anything. A beer was resting against your lips, doubting on continuing drinking, lost in your thoughts. There was something about Bucky going from one side to another, laughing unworried, that had fully captivated your attention. You weren't able to stop looking at him, chuckling when you saw one of Sam's nieces putting a magnet with the form of a crab on his left arm.

“I have that teen-in-love's face on camera”.

You frowned at Redwing some inches away from your face. As a response, you tried to slap it down. But your friend was faster than you controlling that thing.

“He looks good, uh?”

“Oh, shut up…” You replied by clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, having a sip from your drink to put your eyes away to the sea.

“He asked if you'd be here… Just saying”.

“Shut up, Samuel!” You implored, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

As the night went on and the guests started to leave, Sarah asked you to take Jim and Jody home while she stayed there cleaning with his brother about the business. You were exhausted too, and she noticed it. And after saying your goodbyes, you headed to the parking where your car was stationed, carrying the younger Wilson onto your arms —peacefully sleeping— as his big brother was yawning loudly. At that point, you realized that it was going to be a tough mission to put them in the car.

“Wait! Lemme help”.

The male voice coming from behind you made you turn around and before you could react, Bucky was taking Jody from your arms to his. You smirked softly in response, looking for the key in the right pocket of your jacket to unlock the car. The soldier tucked the younger in the back seat, placing the belt around him as Jim occupied the other side of the SUV.

“It's been good to see you”. You said after closing the door, staying outside in front of him.

“Same”. He replied, not knowing what else to say.

Puckering your lips and clapping the key on your palm, you nodded with your chin, feeling the nerves running through your veins. “Good night, Bucky”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

You gave him your back, sighing inappreciably, to open the pilot's place and came in.

“He— Hey, wait”.

“Uh?”

“Sam told me… you were tired. I might give you a ride back home. I can wait for him there”. The offering made you glance towards him, already sitting in your car but with a leg rest on the ground. “If you want, I mean…”

Of course he did (...). That son of a bitch had the audacity to push you onto the other. You bit your inner cheek, landing your eyes on the wheel. Yes, you were tired. You woke up at five to sail with Sarah, then you organized the party and cooked for it. You hadn't had a single second of rest during the whole day. And Sam took advantage of it, feeling like he was some kind of Cupido. And you had to recognize that it was also very considerate coming from Bucky.

“I'd appreciate it… actually”. You ended up agreeing, stepping out to give him the keys and ceding your seat.

The ride was silent between the two of you, hearing some quiet indie music playing on the radio while you fought against your brain to stay awake. Luckily, it didn't take him too long to reach Sarah's house —although you were barely keeping your eyes open at this point. Again, he helped you with the kids, walking indoors and following you to their respective rooms. You tucked Jim and Jody on their beds, making sure they were comfy before placing a kiss on their foreheads and wishing them a good night. Bucky had rested his back against the wall, in front of the elder’s room, just waiting for you. And you could swear that you saw him briefly smirking because of the tenderness in your actions.

After closing the last door, you waved your head to urge him to follow you downstairs to the living room. With an exhausted sigh escaping your lips, you let your body fall on the sofa, curling on a side of it to give Bucky some space. You couldn’t help but yawn, turning on the TV by using the control remote.

“It’s good to have a home to come back”.

“Yeah… After all the shitty situations we’ve been through… We deserved a rest, don’t you think?” You replied grabbing a cushion from the floor, using it as a pillow over the armrest. “Sorry, I… I’m deadly tired…”

“Come here, that will hurt when you wake up”.

Bucky didn’t hesitate on beckoning to his arms, taking off his boots heel against heel to place both legs over the coffee table. You didn’t resist, knowing it would be comfier by his way. Sitting up, you lied to the opposite side, being wrapped instantly and snuggled against his warm body. Shameless, you rest your head on his right forearm, practically laying over his lap. But you felt good. You felt like it was a good reward after a long day, rolling down your eyelids and focusing on the caresses in your hair you didn’t know you needed.

For a moment, your mind wandered and fantasized about this last hour being part of your real life. Putting your kids to sleep and then cuddle with your husband till falling asleep. Smell Bucky’s strong and edgy scent. Your hands scratching his back. His fingertips stroking your scalp. Your legs laced (...)

Oh, God, Sam. What did you do?

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Dating Bucky Barnes Would Include

A lot of insecurity, especially at the beginning of y’all relationship. Like this man has hurt so many people and he’s always scared that he’s gonna do it again

You always remind him that you’re not afraid of him and that you can get through anything together. He always hesitant to touch you with his metal arm

To remind him you love all of him you always kiss the palm of his metal hand and let it rest on you face.

He has to stop himself from crying when you do this. It usually leads to cuddles while you binge old shows together

He loves to spoil you, but in an old fashioned way

Will bring you flowers and write you love notes. If he’s away for a long time will write you love letters with so much care you could burst!

He also loves taking you on dates. They are very casual, like to do takeout at home or old movie dates

Bingo dates!!!!

This man is over a 100 years old of course he’s going to have some old man activities and one of them is bingo. Like he takes it so seriously he has those marker sticks for the cards and bets big.

The entire time he listens intently to the numbers being called and will shush you along with the other old folks if you get too loud.

Will get huffy if you beat him, especially since he hates losing. He won’t admit it but he loves seeing how excited you get when you win. But he will still act upset at losing

But little kisses at the corner of his mouth always makes the frown disappear.

The old ladies adore him!! He’s so polite and a gentleman, they’re always telling you how lucky you are to find a man like that now a days. And they have no idea.

Dating Bucky is suck a dream and I could go one for ages but that’s it for now!

My inbox is always open so feel free to send me headcannon requests!!

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THIS FUCKING DUMBASS WHAT THE FUCK IM REVERTING BACK TO MY WINTER SOLDIER THIRST DAYS

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I think u should def explore the boa possibilities 👀

okay sorry this is rly late!! i hope u like it, i kind of struggled with it especially the ending🥴🥴

You're playing with the boa all night, Harry tossing it over for photos, tickling each other with it when the cameras across the room, wrapping it up all around his head just to make each other laugh, picking off little sprouts of feathers off each other and fishing little fluffs out of your drinks all night

(You know there is the most iconic photo of you stood in front of him with the boa draped over the both of you)

Using the boa to pull him closer to kiss him😁

When you're drunk and giggly on the ride home, he keeps trying to do his best burlesque tease with it it but can't keep it together for long. He also tosses one end out the window periodically, causing the more sober members of your group to squawk at him and lunge to gather it up before it flies out completely

Being gone enough to try and take sexy photos of each other when you get home. And maybe one or two turn out but they're mostly too blurry to the point where you can't even tell there are two humans in them. Maybe he even gets out one of his film cameras, an old obsession he claims hasn't died out despite not touching them for months at a time. He has an unearned confidence with it in his hand, coaxing you into different positions and grinning wickedly when he likes the result.

The boa lays forgotten on the bed frame eventually, the two of you stumbling into bed and wrestling each other out of your clothes. A few seam threads snap in your haste and Harry laughs breathlessly against your lips to keep that a secret. When you're both finally naked, his head is spinning. From the alcohol, from the win, to you naked and wanting in his bed. He leaves a trail of his breath down your body, repeating "got to thank you properly" as he goes, like it's his favorite prayer. He smiles against your skin, pressing the curve of his mouth into the skin of your hips like a kiss.

It's not till a few hours later that he remembers the boa. The two of you dozed off for a while, tangled in each other's arms. You've shifted to lay contently on your stomach, arms crossed under the pillow below your head and the duvet bunched up at the small of your back. He sets down the glass of water he'd brought back from the kitchen with a taunting smirk that your closed eyes miss. Carefully, he plucks the frilly black boa and walks around to climb up the foot of the bed.

"What are you--" he shushes your question gently, pulling back the covers and planting a kiss to the dip of your spine.

You feel it before you see it, the light tickle of the fluff. You squeal in surprise, your body's natural response to jerk away completely useless under his weight he moves to sit on the backs of your thighs.

"Shhh, s'just me." his low voice is velvet honey. His broad palm follows wherever the boa goes, soothing the goosebumps blossoming in your skin. He smiles softy to himself when you can't help up laugh. "Tryin' to be sexy," he scoffs playfully.

"You already are," you sigh before drawing your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Mmm, I like where this is going."

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*sam and bucky bickering*

sam: you are soft now accept it

bucky: i am not

y/n: bucky heey i made you a flower crown *puts said crown in his head and leaves happily*

sam: not a softie huh

bucky: shut the fuck up

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ok so i don’t know if you’re still doing concepts but i just HAD to share this with you <3

you cut yourself while H and you are cooking together at date night and he puts a band aid on your finger. and then he gets a sharpie and scribbles an H onto the band aid before kissing it 🥺 and from then on it’d be your little thing that you guys do. whenever one of you needs a band aid, the other one writes their initial on it

and maybe over time both of you would find each other’s initial on their stuff. like H putting a lil H on your phone case or your to do list for the day or a recipe that you printed out. and you’d put your initial on his notes for his new song, his guitar picks or on the mirror with lipstick if you have to leave before he wakes up

SHUT THE FRONT DOOR this is fucking adorable!!!!

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HUSBAND!HARRY HEADCANONS (NSFW+)

He'd be an excited puppy at his wedding day. Getting emotional to an extent he'd stutter his vows only to shove his face into his palms out of shyness and hug you making everyone laugh and hoot.

At the after party would be pulling you close by wrist whispering dirty things and sweet nothings not forgetting to mention of Mr/Mrs. Styles each time.

Danced and drink his arse off making you sneak with the whines that he can't wait anymore to take you instead knacker out the moment he touches the mattress.

Would apologise in the morning with room service, his mouth and fingers.

Would be smothering you in loud wet kisses when you'd dress up to go outside with him.

Wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself even in public and steal pecks when no-one's watching. The whole time lacing his fingers in between yours, swaying them when walking through streets of italy and kissing each knuckle with a smile worming up.

You would drag him to local food stalls and have an eating competition with him. In the end when you'd get too lazy would be all pouty and doe eyes asking him to pick you up.

Alot of love making. Like alot it would make you cancel plans of next day.

Lazying around the suite in Styles embroidered robes.

He'd have flowers bought to you every morning. Pastel heart shaped boxes of different chocolates. He's too romantic. It rots your teeth.

Would have tea in the evening at hotel's balcony.

If you'd be two feets away from somewhere outside he'd call you "wifey/hubby" to gain your attention. The cocky bastard he's would point at you when everyone would smile at the new couple fondly.

You'd groan at the airport stomping your feet because he bulked up so much luggage due to his habit of drooling over every decoration piece, "'m sorry! Kay? I'll ask Jeff to figure something out." He'd give you sheepish smile and it always does wonders.

Coming back home you'd give eachother back rubs and shoulder messages which soon turns into a hard fuck.

He'd book spas for you stating he wishes that you don't find him a boring husband.

Would proudly introduce you to everyone as his life partner tucking you by his side knowing you get socially akward in the crowds.

Would help you in the kitchen in burning pots and pans squealing to have a run when you'd get grumpy. Would come to bed after scrubbing them nicely and you'd jump in his lap telling it's okay and rewarding him with kisses.

The first big fight you'd have would lit up from the stupidest reason. Could be from fact he didn't like the fictional character you love so much and you mock him that he always does this leading it to a huge fight that he doesn't love you. Making him sleep at the couch only to crawl to him in the wee of night and he'd just sprawl his arm for you to cuddle into him without a word.

Would look at lil toddlers and wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder exclaiming "we'll make beautiful babies one day too."

Would help you in laundry moreso his opportunity to stare your ass and tease you. Making you sit at the dryer to watch you thrash with vibrations while he does nothing but kiss you everywhere except where you need him most to annoy you.

Would sternly tell you to give a resign to your job as they treat you bad.

Would ask someone in his rich friends circle for your job and it would be the cause of your guys first serious fight where you don't talk to him for days, then when you'll cry softly in his arms "do you think 'm not capable of getting a job that you'd have to ask your friends?" So innocently it breaks his heart and he smooches kisses at your forehead with sorrys that it wasn't his intention at all.

Would have lavender and salt baths running for eachother after a hectic day.

Would share excited news with eachother first.

He'd make you listen his songs and would be all giddy fumbling with the hem of your cardigan. When you'd sob his head would perk up like a pup and he'd wipe your tears only for you to ask, "Wait. How did you write such a sad breakup song? We had our fights but they weren't thatttt serious." Then he'd just slip under duvet to hide and you'd throw it away slithering up his chest to suffocate him. "Harry!!! You bitch I'll kill you!!" He'd just laugh out loud trying to cup your cheeks and kiss you.

Would drag you late nights to have ice-cream parlour visits.

When he'd get sick would make you stay with him in bed all day. Follow you to kitchen wrapped in blankets and when you'd scold would slump. Look so cute with those teary eyes it's hard to ignore him.

Would give you mischievous glare and dimpled smile while writing from Mr and Mrs Styles on presents or something to gift.

He could be very messy and dirty sometimes. You'd throw his soggy socks at his face from the floor and he'd just dodge them with a snarky retort.

You guys would gossip with eachother while watching telly. He'd have imaginary feuds with your rude co-workers and would snap his finger while chewing on pringles in a loud voice, "Brent and Vroe are fucking. Mark my words."

When you'd scream "Harry Styles I hate you!" He'd just grin from far smacking a flying kiss. "Too bad darlin' ye're stuck with your enemy."

He'd try to be the best husband for you because when Harry loves someone he loves with each drop of his blood.

When you'd be away from home for sometime and come back to surprise him finding your house a cluster fuck he'd be like "don't be mad. I know I'm too lazy and it's a bummer.'

On the wedding anniversary he'd try to be the most romantic. Making you count each day to the amount you'd get annoyed.

Would have a tattoo for you inked on himself.

While trying to have a baby he'd be the filthiest. Would keep your legs raised and when you'd whine would sush with you kisses.

Fuck you in every corner of the house to claim you his's with marks and love bites, "do you think we did this time?" He'd huff face hidden in the crook of your neck.

Make brekkies and have dances when the vinyl is on low hum.

Would take you to Taylor Swift's concerts knowing how much you love her. Have a blast and would give you a piggie ride when it ends.

He'd look sick from anxiousness while taking pregnancy test and when it comes out positive would shrink like a shrimp and sob out loud instead of hugging you. You'd just roll your eyes laying beside him taking his face and making him look at him, "We're pregnant." His nose red and cheeks stained. "We are." You'd grin kissing him.

Next morning you'd be treated with delcious brekkie, a nice sloppy morning sex, in the shower too and a bouquet of flower with a note "To the mother of my baby."

He'd record everything on his camera roll. Each day. Your routine. Your bump. With his side cheeky commentary, "Hi me lil bunny look you're growing. Can't wait to have you in me arms. Mama's glowin'."

Would take maternity break for himself to be with you through these months.

Would gobble junk with you knowing you'd be guilty afterwards.

Would massage your feet before sleeping, fill hot water bottles, and have a whole night stand's cupboard full of your night cravings.

"How Chelsea sounds?" He'd quip from behind the baby names book, "I can't tell if you're serious." You'd blink and when his expressions remains same you'd cry. "Harry you love Chelsea boots so much doesn't mean you could name your child that!!" Then it turns into a long lecture. "Yeah, can't wait for our baby boy to be named Tom Ford cause his daddy's favourite perfume–" But he shut you up with a soft kiss and murmurs to relax.

He'd have his babies feet imprints inked on his bicep. (Sobs he'd be that kind of a dad)

Would be stoic on his descion to build all of his baby's furniture himself.

Would come up with creative ideas for baby shower.

When doctors would call him to cut the cord he'd be shivering and would probably knock his knees at the sight.

He'd be dressing up his kids in matching outfits as him. It would be super cute!!

You'd complain that he bribes his kids to drift to his side but he'd just make sure to let you know how lucky he's to have you. The person who gives him reason to live every day and his anchor.

He probably would be an embarrassing dad.

His daughter's friend's would tell her how hot he's and she'd tell him as a gossip.

He'd tease his son if he'd catch him masturbating on accident, "No worries buddy we all do it."

Ok this's the only I could think of right now. Feel free to add more with reblogs !!!! Wanna hear all of yours cause I'm bored lol.

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Y/N sits cozily on the couch of her and Harry’s shared apartment. The weather chilly, a fresh coat of snow covering the ground. She’s wrapped in one of Harry’s far too expensive sweaters, sitting in front of the tv watching her new addictive show. She waits for Harry to emerge from their room, coming to sit with her and whining about how he needed to be cuddled. She watches intensely, biting her lip as the conflict unfolds on the screen. She turns her head when she hears their bedroom door creak open, a very sleepy Harry comes trudging out in his boxers as he stretches his limbs. Some joints involuntarily cracking and his socked feet shuffling over to her, practically draping himself over her. 

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