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mydearesthrry · 8 months ago

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baby honey - h.s.

a/n: long time no talk! ive had this in my drafts for the longest but didnt know how to finish it. it has a bad ending anyway but its seriously been collecting dust. i missed u guys sorry i disappeared lol. enjoy!!!!

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cw: nothing just fluff

*part of the honeyed moments universe! parts one and two here! ❤️*

“Okay Daisy baby, say cheese!” YN grinned, holding her film camera up to her right eye to snap a picture of her precious daughter surrounded by a mountain of different sized presents.

Today was Daisy’s sixth birthday, which Harry and YN basically made a national holiday. It was the day their perfect little girl was born, bringing nothing but love and light into their lives– how could they not go all out?

Harry was out getting breakfast– per the birthday girl’s request. She’d wanted pink french toast, pancakes, and pink eggs, which had Harry dashing out to the store to get food coloring and pancake mix. They were having a small get together with a couple of friends that Daisy had made back in London, as well as YN and Harry’s closest relatives and friends. It was princess themed, to no one’s surprise, and all of her aunt’s and uncle’s were assigned a princess or prince to dress up as.

YN and Harry were assigned to dress up as Rapunzel and Flynn Rider from Daisy’s favorite movie Tangled, while Daisy chose to toddle around in a dress that had all the famous Disney princesses on it, the skirt part of the dress covered in pink sparkly ruffles that left a trail of glitter wherever she went. YN could cry right now thinking of all the mess she’d have to clean up following this party, but the wide grin on her daughter’s face made every speck of glitter worth it.

“Mommy, y’have to get Bear in the picture!” Daisy whines, catching the attention of the puppy in the corner. Now, Y/N uses the word puppy very lightly, seeing as said puppy was as tall as her hip just standing on all fours. Y/N sighs, but calls the dog over anyway.

“Bear, come here baby,” She calls to the chocolate lab. “Good boy, okay, now sit riiiiiight here.” Daisy’s smile had grown exponentially, if it was even possible. She leaned forward a bit to place a soft hand on the top of Bear’s head, petting it softly and treating her furry best friend with the utmost delicacy.

Harry had walked in during their mini photoshoot, dropping the bags silently next to him as he leaned against a pillar that separated their dining room from the living room. He watched with a fond smile at his tiny family, his daughter in her ‘perfect princess dress’, his wife on her knees with a wide smile, a film camera held tightly in her hands, and his dog laying at his daughter's feet. He watched on, not wanting to disturb the domestic moment, though his attempt was interrupted when his perfect little Daisy caught a glimpse of him in the entryway.

“Hi Daddy!” She squealed, gaining the attention of Bear who got up to greet his dad. Harry leaned down and greeted his puppy back, scratches soothing the pup as flashes of white from his nails played hide and seek with the brown fur.

“Hello, birthday princess!” He grinned, squatting down to greet his daughter who was already running toward him at full speed. Her dress flowed behind her, glitter literally getting everywhere. Harry snorted at the grimace his wife was wearing on her features, a soft groan coming from him when Daisy had connected with his chest harshly.

“Are we makin’ pancakes, Daddy?” Oh, bless her sweet little heart. A pout was on Harry’s lips when she pulled back, his hands remaining on her back in an effort to keep his growing baby close to him.

“Of course, baby. Gotta go get everythin’ set up, though. Can y’go get washed up so we can start? ‘S gonna take me a mo’ and ‘M gonna have Mama help me.” He makes a deal with his baby, nodding while talking, Daisy mimicking his nods.

“Yes Daddy, be right back!” She zips away, running toward her bedroom with Bear in tow. Harry stands from his crouched position, walking over to meet his wife who was sat in the middle of the living room, turned to where Harry and Daisy once were.

“Hi,” He greets, sitting down on his bum in front of her, kissing her sweetly. “Got everythin’ y’wanted, Mama.”

“Mm, thank you, H. Ready t’tell our little big girl that she’s gonna be a big sister?” She whispers through a big smile, voice hushed to keep the secret as safe as possible from her daughter’s ears, even though she was out of earshot.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, my sweet Honey.” He grins, standing up out of his sitting position and offering his hands to his wife, who takes them with zero hesitation.

The two work like a well oiled machine, dancing around each other and never once accidentally bumping into each other as they prepare everything to make Daisy’s dream breakfast. They’re just about done when Daisy comes back into the kitchen, making her presence known when she knocks into the back of Harry’s legs, wrapping her tiny arms around the full of his thigh. She hangs on and giggles when he turns her around to have her sit on his foot, continuing the work with his baby wrapped on his leg like a koala bear.

Y/N has a bittersweet smile on her face, knowing this was gonna be one of the last times that was blissfully theirs, the three of them (with the exception of Bear) together before the new baby came. She felt herself getting emotional by the thought, pushing away the fact that she had yet another 6 months to wait, trying to soak in the moment even though there were gonna be more to come in the next few months.

The space is filled with loud laughter, sweet kisses, and tiny barks as they meander around the kitchen, Daisy assisting like a proper angel whenever asked. She’d gotten comfortable on the kitchen counter while her parents cooked her pink breakfast, the small speaker that was next to her blasting the Tangled soundtrack.

“Okay Peanut… I think we’re all done!” Harry said finally, plating the last of the pink pancakes and turning to his daughter who had an excited gleam in her green eyes that matched her fathers.

“Yay!” She squealed, holding her hands out for Harry to grab her. He walked up and wrapped his arms around her, twirling around when she grabbed on, filling the air with laughter.

The family walked over to the dining room, plates in YN and Harry’s hands, a jug of apple juice in Daisy’s tiny arms. They all sit around the table, two chairs on the long sides of the brown spruce table, with two fancier chairs on the narrower end parts. YN and Harry place the pink plates in the center, YN moving the vase of purple and pink peonies bought specifically for the birthday princess to the small table that held their vinyls and record player. Daisy hands the half full jug to her dad, hugging his thigh tightly before skipping to her spot on the opposite side of Harry. YN grabs the seat next to her, plopping down into the chair and turning toward her daughter, brushing her dark unruly curls back out of her face.

Settling in her chair, Daisy grins widely and shimmies in her chair in a small dance, her parents cooing and settling in their chairs as well. Breakfast goes off without a hitch, the tiny family conversing about the princess’ upcoming party. Daisy holds her tiny plastic fork in her hand as she gesticulates with her hands as she talks. Her parents have always been patient with her and let her vocalize whatever was on her mind at any point of the day, not scolding her if she even came into their room at the early hours of the morning to excitedly tell them about the dream she had. After all, she was their little miracle, and they’d do whatever it took to make her happy.

Harry and YN shared a knowing look as they approached the end of breakfast. Daisy’s princess sippy cup was almost empty, and her plate was cleared. YN clears her throat, making Daisy turn her attention to her mom. “Baby, we have something to tell you.”

Daisy tilts her head in childlike wonder, a confused expression on her face, her eyebrows furrowed and turned in toward each other. “Wha’ s’it, Mama?”

YN smiles as she reaches down between her and Harry, a tiny gift bag sitting on the floor between their chairs. Grabbing it and placing it in front of Daisy, Y/N giggles at the gasp her daughter lets out.

“A present? Already?!” Daisy squeals, grabbing the paper bag and placing it onto her lap, eagerly pulling the ribbon that held the straps shut.

“Ah- hold on, Dais,” Harry says, Daisy complying instantly. “Before y’open it, Mama and I wanna say that we love you, and want you to know that you’ll always be our sweet little girl, okay?”

Daisy tilted her head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, looking like an exact replica of her father. “Oh, um— I love you too, Daddy, and you, Mama.”

“I love you too, Dais. Okay, you can open it now.” Y/N approves, phone hidden against her chest, now recording her daughter.

“A baby doll! Oh my goodness!” Daisy squealed, holding up the box about 2 inches from her face. “Thank you Mama! Thank you Daddy!”

“Wait, peanut,” Harry started, reaching into the bag and pulling out another box, which had another doll similar to the baby. “Look! It’s a big sister for the baby doll! It’s like you, tiny!”

“Huh?” She said confusedly. “But I’m not a big sister.”

“Yes you are, Daisy girl. Or… you will be, soon at least.” Y/N grinned, not being able to contain her smile at this point.

“Wait…” Daisy collected her tiny thoughts as she tried to connect the dots, before her eyes brightened when she realized what her mother was saying. “Baby?!”

“Yeah, Dais. Mumma’s havin’ a baby!” Harry exclaimed, toothy smiles and dimples out.

“Oh my goodness!” Daisy gasps, jumping haphazardly out of her chair. “Mumma!”

“Oh, careful, sweet girl!” Y/N giggles, scooting her chair out to prop her daughter on her lap comfortably.

“Y’really havin’ a baby?!” She squawked, frantic eyes drifting between her parents.

“Yeah, peanut, we are!” Harry giggled, ruffling his daughters hair.

“This is the best present ever!” She squealed, aggressively wrapping her arms around her mother’s neck. “Thank you, Mommy, and Daddy.”

Y/N placed a hand on the back of Daisy’s head, a big pout on her lips as she turned her head to look at Harry, who matched her expression with a similar frown.

“My sweet Daisy girl, you’re so welcome. Gonna be the best big sister ever, hm?” Y/N whispered, pecking small kisses onto her head.

“The best, I promise!”

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satansapostle6 · 11 months ago

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Characters I Write For

Please message me with any ideas/requests! I need ideas(short fics or series)

Mostly write for fem!readers. I can write fluff, angst, smut, etc. If I’m not comfortable with something I can let you know

Character/Actor List

Favorite Characters/Actors To Write For

Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

Paul Dano characters

Josh Hutcherson characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Damon Salvatore, Silas, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

Harry Potter(Fantastic Beasts Era)

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

+ Gods

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Cat Adams

Megan Kane

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Superstore

Jonah Simms

Amy Sosa

Marcus White

Garrett McNeill

Dina Fox

Cheyenne Lee

Bo Thompson

Gilmore Girls

Lorelai Gilmore

Christopher Hayden

Luke Danes

Logan Huntzberger

Jess Mariano

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Hannah Marin

Mona Vanderwaal

Alison Di Laurentis

Jason Di Laurentis

Ezra Fitz

Toby Cavanaugh

Jenna Marshall

Caleb Rivers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Victoria

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Jasper Jordan

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Frank Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

The Bear

Carmy Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Rick Flag

Blackguard

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Rumplestiltskin

Robin Hood

Ruby

Hades

Community

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

Annie Edison

Troy Barnes

Ian Duncan

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Dee Reynolds

Mac

Cricket

House MD

Greg House

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Parks and Recreation

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

MCU, Marvel

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker(Holland, Garfield, Maguire)

Gamora

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Steven Strange

Jessica Jones

Wade Wilson

DC CW

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

Felicity Smoak

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Malcom Merlyn

John Constantine

Leonard Snart

Ray Palmer

Caitlyn Snow

Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Other Characters

Charlie Kelmeckis(Perks Of Being A Wallflower)

Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

Will Probably Add More

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incalculablepower · 1 year ago

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some fics i've liked lately

it's been a weird year. when i made this list of recs back in january i fully intended it to become a monthly thing, but life happened and then i guess it just kept happening. in early 2023 things were ramping up in my new career, i was practicing and playing a lot with my band to prepare for our first show, i was settling into dealing with depression and anxiety with medication, i was getting over a miserable breakup. then i fell in love. i lost my job (the best and most favourite job i've ever had) abruptly this past may. this is my longest period of unemployment since i was a teenager and while you think it would be the best time to lose yourself in fandom, i felt the opposite. fandom was such a lifeline to me when i had a miserable job and was in a bad relationship and needed an escape but i was very present in my own life this summer. i took my partner to visit my family and spent a lot of time with friends and played shows (and recorded some music... shameless self promo once again) and in between i watched so much star trek on my couch. this is such a long preamble to explain why i haven't been fandoming as much lately and why idk if i'll write anything again anytime soon (let's say, once i have a job i want to procrastinate at) but -- i HAVE been reading fic! not as much as before, but i have been, and there's enough for a fic rest list so that's what i'm giving you today. when times are dire [podfic] - @aibidil

drarry. i have such a soft spot for middle aged draco and harry falling in love, the relationships they have with their friends and their grown children. @aibidil reads her own podfics and it's an utter delight. i usually only listen to podfics or audiobooks when i'm doing work around the house but i can going on walks with my headphones just so i could listen to more of this one.

purple haze by @ashesandhackles

romione. i was so so honoured to see this pop up in my ao3 gifts during @thethreebroomsticksfic pride fest this year. it turns the well tread romione ground of shell cottage and the yule ball over a bit, using them as settings to explore a confusing mix of jealousy and sexuality for ron and hermione. ashes knows i love mess with these and it captures that teenage chaos wonderfully, then lets them laugh at it as secure and settled adults.

crookshanks by @ala-baguette

gen. warning that this is a tearjerker, especially if you've ever loved and lost a pet. i think the pure and simple expressions of love and gratitude from crook's pov here would be a comfort to any pet owner.

at some point this year, i got REALLY into the idea of a one-sided dramione. it's hard to look for, especially since it's such a popular ship but i managed to find a few that scratched the itch until i find the time and/or motivation to write one of my own new years eve by 2daughtersofathena, the guardian angel by mylifebelongstothebbc, and a boy of hans by elixirsoflife. the last one being my personal favourite, a grim take on the hanahaki disease trope.

every mother is a grave by witchofimber

this was recced by @whinlatter in @thethreebroomsticksfic discord (btw i feel like no one on my followers lists needs anyone to remind them to read beasts -- but please read beasts) and when i saw "gillian flynn treatment" in the tags i slammed the mark for later button. this is probably the most balanced and realistic portrayals of molly weasley and her role as a mother that i've ever read in hp fic. it's not weasley family fluff but it doesn't devolve into something so flat as bashing either. molly is regular mother with flaws and strengths like anyone else and how they amplify and shift with love and grief and pain and stress and duty and pressure. every single relationship she has with her children is uniquely expressed and the way it ties the past to the direct aftermath of the war is so well done and a great way to organize this giant, messy family. particular care here went into fred and george, giving them their own identities in a way that can be difficult, given the source material. a favourite line:

“Probably have tried to make us name the twins after them.” He stopped laughing, sucked in a breath. “Do you want to?” For a second she considered it. It would be wonderful, getting to use those names again like living things. But - “No,” she said. “I - if they were alive, I’d have said no, so I’m saying it now. Let the boys be their own people.” The truth was that she didn’t want to lose her brothers. To have their faces erased in her memory, painted over with her sons. To have to say no, not THAT Fab, I mean UNCLE Fab - he died before you were born. Anyway, she liked the names Fred and George. It was easier like this.

the scrunchie by @saintsenara

another fic i've meant to read for ages and finally got around to just yesterday. the background drama of these side characters as a cheap scrunchie from boots floats around them is so perfectly teenage. reminds me of the other series i loved as a teenager around the time HP was coming out: georgia nicolson and gossip girl. i could also compare it to derry girls a little, how despite the environment surrounding them these girls are still being girls, arguing about stupid things and getting crushes on boys and having the absolute most ridiculous blowout fights with your sister (parvati and padma's portrayal here is probably my favourite i've ever read!)

i also can't leave without reccing @saintsenara's wip, one year in every ten. i can't get enough of a good case fic. tomarry/harrymort (both versions of this ship, oddly, apply to this fic) is not something i've ever sought out but i really think the way it's handled here could win over any non-believer. it's sharp and funny in a way that makes it turns into poignancy hit even harder. i screenshotted two full phone screen pages of chapter 27 so i could go back and read them over and over. it might be one of the best things i've ever read from ron's POV (emphasis mine):

It had been a long ten years, with a chair at their table always left empty and a hole in their hearts always unfilled. Grief was exhausting and boring and dully painful, like a slightly sprained ankle which you can still walk on, but which always bothers you a little bit. But there had been love among the grief. There had been love before the grief - indeed love had caused the grief - and there had been love after. His love for his parents and his siblings had changed, the way wine left in a barrel changes and becomes richer and deeper. There was more sorrow in the love, as he threw a quaffle around with George and saw the tired lines at the corner of his eyes. There was more recrimination, more struggle with the mistakes they had all made in the past, as he finally sat down and had a real chat with mum and dad about how a lifetime of corned-beef sandwiches and maroon jumpers had made him feel. But there was more joy there too. And with joy came forgiveness and understanding and hope and fun.

image used is wildflowers (1915) by tom thomson

#hp fic recs #fic recs #fandom thoughts #too personal #i spent like 2 hours on this after applying for jobs so #proscratinating fandom participant is back #at least a little bit

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wednesday-fanatic · 2 years ago

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• Matteo Riddle.

• Harry Potter.

• Pin Hawthorne.

• Steve Rodgers.

• Loki Laughferson.

• Barry Allen.

• Carlos DeVille.

• Wyatt Lykensen.

• Hiccup Haddock.

• Chat Noir.

• Edmund Pevensie.

• Peter Pan. OUAT

• Viscount Tewkesbury.

• Tom Kullersen.

• Jack Frost.

• Bucky Barnes.

• Peter Parker.

• Young Sirius Black.

• Young Remus Lupin.

• Prince Caspian.

• Young James Potter.

• Xavier Thorpe.

• Wednesday Addams.

• Ajax Petropolis.

• Rowan Laslow.

• Enid Sinclair.

• Tyler Galpin.

• Kion.

• Flynn Rider.

Griff Jones.

Griffin Campbell. Secrets of Sulfur Springs.

I will write smut, fluff, and angst.

I will not do mean Doms.

I will only write for a female reader or OC.

I take requests!!

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skyler10fic · 1 year ago

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Sweet Like Honey: Ch. 2 Pool Party

Summary:

Carol and Daisy meet some fellow guests at the pool (a few original and a few faces from the MCU), including giving Kate Bishop some bisexual encouragement and hope for her future.

Notes: This chapter is pure queer fluff, so if smut isn’t your thing, this one is for you.

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After lunch and some sun lounging, they made their way to the pool. They weren’t alone, though. More queer couples and groups floated around, gathered in corners, or relaxed in the hot tub.

One of the guys called out to the others as they stepped in. “We have newcomers!”

Daisy and Carol exchanged a look. They weren’t expecting this to be a social club.

“I’m David,” he introduced himself to them and pointed to the others. “That’s Harry, my partner, then we have Kate, Trish, and Sharon. Jessica is too cool for us so she’s over there hiding in the shade. Then Matteo, Braydon, Joey, and Anderson. Hot tub crew is the enbies: Casey, Flynn, and Sequoia.”

Daisy and Carol waved and said hello to the other guests whose names they had already forgotten. David was joined by Harry and some of the women.

“I’m Carol, and this is my wife, Daisy. How do you all know each other?” Carol asked. Before, she had assumed that they were all strangers, but clearly she and Daisy had interrupted some sort of gathering.

“Technically, we don’t,” one of the blond ones, Sharon, said cryptically.

Kate, a young brunette in a flamingo float ring, rolled her eyes. “We say what happens at Pegasus stays at Pegasus. Like Fire Island or Dinah Shore. Or so they tell me. I haven’t been to those yet. But the point is, not everyone you meet is 100% out yet, but here, you can be whoever you wanna be.” Kate smiled and traced her fingers whimsically over the water’s surface.

Daisy admitted, “We’ve never been to those either. Do you all meet up for vacation?”

David spoke up with his chin in the air. “Only because I am a master planner. If I didn’t, we’d never see each other again. Most of us met here in college, but we switch up the vacay location every year. It’s Harry and I’s 10th-anniversary trip, so we came back to where it all started.”

“I’m new too,” Kate explained. “I’m Trish’s cousin. She brought me as a college graduation trip before I start work. How about you two? First timers? What’s your story?”

Jessica sighed at Kate’s enthusiasm from where she sat on the pool wall in the shade. “Maybe their story is they came to the pool to relax and want you to leave them alone.”

Daisy dismissed Jessica’s comment. “No, no. It’s fine. It’s our honeymoon, and yes, our first time to the Cape in general for both of us.”

David slapped the water with his palms. “Shut up! First time here ever? Okay, we are here for you. What have you done so far?”

Carol tried to remember the name of the restaurant. “Um, we went to a fish place on the boardwalk down there?” She gestured to the area with all the restaurants along the shore.

Harry blinked. “Girl. That’s, like, all of them.”

Carol looked to Daisy for help, but Daisy just shrugged and said, “It was a long day. Week, really. Months. We started planning our wedding in February.”

“Of this year?!” David shrieked. “What?!”

“That’s a lot of work,” Trish affirmed.

Kate bounced in her flamingo ring. “Ooo I love weddings! Tell us about it! No, wait, tell us how your story of how you met and got together. Then the wedding.”

Daisy glanced at Carol and started, “We also met in college and were part of the same group of friends, then we got closer just the two of us and fell in love…”

“But I wasn’t out to my super homophobic parents yet. Then after we graduated, I lived with my best friend to help her with her little girl, my goddaughter.”

“But then,” Daisy picked up, “they moved out to a house and my roommate got married to another one of our friends, so I asked Carol to move in with me a year and a half ago at Christmas, and then a year later, last Christmas, we got engaged.”

Sharon asked, “Christmas proposal, nice. Who proposed?” Carol could tell she was trying to discern the dynamics of their relationship.

“We both did,” Carol answered, smiling at Daisy. “We had the same idea. I got her a ring and put it in her stocking, and she did the same for me with her grandmother’s engagement ring.”

“Aw, that’s adorable,” the others gushed.

“Not these, obviously,” Daisy explained. She held out her left hand with the silicone ring.

“Good,” David sassed. “Because whew, I’d be trying to figure out how to tell you, honey, your grandma lied.”

They laughed as Carol held out her left hand next to Daisy’s. “No,” Carol confirmed. “These we got from a queer-owned outdoors company. They were exactly what we needed.”

Upon closer inspection, the pool group saw that Carol’s was orange, white, pink, and maroon marbled and Daisy’s was purple, blue, and pink.

“Are those your Pride flag colors? That’s so cute,” Kate cooed. “I want one! Not as like a wedding ring. Just for the bi flag like that.”

Carol winked. “Catch me later and I’ll send you the link.”

“Okay!” Kate got them back on track. “So after the mutual proposal, which is adorable, by the way, then what happened?”

Of all of them, Kate and her genuine curiosity and friendliness charmed Carol most.

David spotted the bar was empty and led his entourage to the pool stairs. Only Kate stayed behind, eager to continue their conversation and hear more about the wedding.

“We’re getting drinks,” he said, looking back over his shoulder at Daisy and Carol. “Come if you want to.”

Daisy turned to Carol and touched her arm. “I could use a drink. Want me to get you something?” Her eyes flickered to Kate, signaling that they were clearly hitting it off and she didn’t want to take her away from her new admirer.

“That mango margarita on the sign? Or something like that. You know what I like.” Carol shrugged.

Daisy smiled and waggled her eyebrows in silly suggestiveness. “Yeah, I do.”

She climbed the stairs out of the pool with a little extra swing in her hips, knowing Carol was watching as she emerged from the water with her bikini clinging to her body.

“Hashtag goals,” Kate sighed. “Both of you. Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.” Carol led them to the corner of the pool, and she leaned back and rested her arms over the side casually. For someone who got married two days ago, Carol was already feeling like a queer big sister to Kate.

“So, Daisy’s bi like me, right? That’s why she had that ring specifically?”

“Yep.”

“Do you ever worry—this is dumb, sorry.” Kate hid her face in her flamingo.

“No, go ahead, we’ve been together for a long time. I promise we’ve heard it before. And if it can help you, it’s worth asking.”

Kate looked off to the side and started again. “My last girlfriend broke up with me because she didn’t trust that she was really enough. She’d see me with boys and get so paranoid that I was going to leave her or cheat on her with my best guy friend because she thought it was easier for me being with him and pretending to be straight. She said I ‘acted straight’ with him. But I didn’t feel anything like that for him. I loved her so much, but no matter what I said, she didn’t believe me.” Kate sniffed and swallowed back her emotions. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.”

Carol frowned and lightly touched Kate’s forearm for a second to get her attention back away from her fresh memories of heartbreak. “Hey. That sucks. I’m so sorry to hear that. That’s her problem, not yours.”

Kate nodded, so Carol continued.

“And to answer your question, no. It was hard to believe at first that we could be happy because I’d had so much fear about my future and about being gay, but I don’t doubt Daisy when she says she loves me or worry she’d leave me. And definitely not cheat. She’s had every opportunity to find someone else or say this was too hard. My parents cut off contact and kicked me out when I came out to them, but Daisy and her family became my family too. Even long before I came out to my parents, they basically adopted me.”

“Really?” Kate listened with interest.

“After that night, telling my parents about us, I literally walked to their house in the snow on Christmas Eve and they took me in,” Carol recalled. It had only been a year and a half, but it seemed so long ago now. “But don’t worry. The right person will accept all of you.”

“Even being bi? Girls don’t trust me, but guys think it is some sort of kink or about having threesomes or something.”

“Yeah, especially before we were engaged and had rings, sometimes guys would hit on one of us, assuming we’re just friends and not together like that. We laugh about it, but it sucks too. But my point is, she’s had plenty of offers if she wanted to find a guy, but she wants me and I trust her. I look at it this way,” Carol explained. “Out of everyone, of any gender, she chose me. She could have anyone she wanted, and she wants us. That’s true love.”

Daisy returned with their drinks, and Carol pushed herself up to sit next to her on the side of the pool with their feet in the water.

“I only heard the last bit about having anyone I wanted and something being true love,” Daisy confessed. “At least, I assume it was me? What are you two talking about?”

“Kate is bi too and she’s faced some really bad biphobia,” Carol explained.

Daisy sent Kate a look of sympathy. “Oh man, that sucks. I’m sorry. I’ve been there.”

Carol continued, “She asked if I ever worried about you leaving me for a man, which is what her ex-girlfriend was worried about.”

“And why she broke up with me.” Kate traced her finger in the water mournfully.

“And what did you say?” Daisy asked Carol, intrigued, and took a sip of her pink frozen cocktail.

“I said a girl worthy of her will feel honored that she chose her out of everyone,” Carol repeated, slightly paraphrasing to emphasize the lesson to Kate, though she was talking to Daisy. “I told her you could have anyone you wanted. But you’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” Daisy returned in contentment and put her free hand on Carol’s knee. “My wife.”

Kate observed them with hope and heartache mixing in her big eyes and furrowed brow. “You didn’t ever wonder if life would be easier with a man?”

“God no. First, men are not easier. The problems are just different,” Daisy scoffed before adding more seriously. “Second, it’s not us who need to change. It’s the world. Yeah, life would be easier without homophobia and biphobia. That’s the enemy. Not each other. And third, she’s worth it. Sure, I’d die for her, but what’s more important is the life we share. That kind of life isn’t about what’s easy. It’s about what’s worth fighting for.”

Carol couldn’t help but peck a kiss to Daisy’s cheek. She moved her drink to her left hand and covered Daisy’s hand on her knee with her right.

Daisy giggled as her hand reflexively stiffened under Carol’s. “Oh my god. Your fingers are so cold from holding your drink.”

“So is yours!” Carol defended but moved her hand and didn’t know where else to put it. Daisy grabbed it with hers and intertwined their fingers.

“It’s okay, we’ll warm each other up,” Daisy said, satisfied at their object lesson for Kate of what true love looked like. “When you find your person, labels and fears don’t matter so much if you know from a million little things that you can trust them to be there.”

“Thanks,” Kate said. “For listening and for talking to me about this stuff. You guys have helped more than any of them all week.” She nodded to where David and company were lounging on the deck chairs. Trish called to her.

“What?” Kate called back and made her way over to the opposite side of the pool. Trish offered to buy Kate a drink if she’d get her a refill too. With that deal, Kate said goodbye to Carol and Daisy and headed over to the bar.

Alone again, Daisy leaned in and said quietly, “Did you notice the guys’ names were Harry and David?”

“What?”

“Like the fruit baskets. You know, those pear and apple boxes vendors send to the office at Christmas.”

Carol laughed and tried not to spit out her drink. “Is it offensive if we start calling their group the fruit box?”

Daisy thought for a second. “Hm, or even more specific… How about the pears?”

“The As and Ps, the apples and pears society.” Carol bumped Daisy’s shoulder with her own.

Daisy laughed and bumped her back. Carol put down her drink and tickled Daisy’s bare side with her cold fingers.

“Don’t! Don’t. You’re gonna make me spill my drink.” Daisy laughed but got up and moved away, protective of her pink margarita slushie, and Carol pouted.

“Come back! I promise I won’t.”

Daisy gave her another chance, and, as soon as she was back, Carol pulled her in for a kiss, just because she could with no hesitations or dread of judgmental looks from strangers here. Somehow, their cold fingers didn’t bother each other this time.

Carol pulled away from the kiss slowly but still kept her attention fully focused on Daisy.

“What are you thinking about?” Daisy asked, noting the pride in Carol’s expression.

Carol shook her head slightly. “Just so glad we’re the ones giving that talk now.”

“I didn’t think we ever needed that talk?” Daisy tilted her head. “At least I didn’t. Did you?”

“Okay, I didn’t know enough about queer stereotypes to need that talk specifically,” Carol confessed. “But I just meant like, being the mentors. Giving hope to the youth. True love lives!”

Daisy giggled. “The youth? She’s like three, four years younger than us?”

“Graduation feels like a lifetime ago.”

“True that.” Daisy raised her glass and Carol toasted it. To all the life experiences they’d been through since then: internships ended and jobs started, a post-grad degree completed and another abandoned, family gained and lost, tears cried and comfort given, fights and compromises, the ache of time apart and frustration of too much time in each other’s space, the reunion sex and the makeup sex and the lazy Saturday slow-burn sex just because they could. From anxious nights in a dorm wondering if they could make it work and someday have what they only dared to dream about to the blissful but real post-wedding exhaustion now.

They drank their frozen cocktails and enjoyed observing the other guests. It was rare to be in a place so predominantly queer. Like on the boardwalk the night before, they could relax here.

“I can tell why they keep coming back,” Daisy admitted and nodded to David’s group as they gathered up their stuff to leave and went back to their rooms. “It’s different than a normal vacation.”

“Yeah, we don’t normally see that, for instance.” Carol gestured with her near-empty drink to the hot tub off to their right, where the androgynous 20- and 30-somethings they had been introduced to earlier had been replaced by two large, graying men, whose kisses were turning more and more passionate. Their wet T-shirts came off, and Daisy and Carol averted their gazes to allow them some privacy.

The only one left from David’s group was Jessica, who was far on the other side of the pool on the deck chairs with her sunglasses on and earbuds in with a book on her chest.

“Either napping or pretending to nap so no one will bother her. Smart,” Carol remarked. “Seems like a good idea to me. What do you say, time to go back inside?”

Daisy yawned in response at the mere suggestion. “Yeah, I guess so. The sun is making me sleepy. And the alcohol.”

They toweled off, slipped on their flip-flops, and put their empty glasses on a return tray at the bar, then headed up to their room for showers and a nap before they needed to get ready for their fancy dinner reservation at the resort restaurant.

#daisy johnson #carol danvers #aos #agents of shield #captain marvel #daisy x carol #carol x daisy #wlw #sapphic fic #femslash #lesbian carol danvers #bisexual daisy johnson #skywriting #honeymoon #kate bishop #tw: biphobia #(Mentioned but not active in the chapter)

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lasshoe · 2 years ago

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comfort faves!

tagged by @dollsome-does-tumblr 💖

comfort movie: the real answer is when harry met sally and the parent trap and then the wild card is gone girl bc that is my go-to airplane movie if they have it idk

comfort food: green curry with veggies + tofu 🫶 croissants 🫶 any and all pasta dishes 🫶

comfort clothes: my ugg fluff yeah slippers literally go everywhere with me i’m talking vacations, work trips, weekend trips, just going to hang at a friend’s house. and these things take up prime real estate in any suitcase but i simply cannot be asked to be comfy or relaxed without them

comfort song: pink + white by frank ocean is so special to me. reminds me of late summer, immaculate vibes, radiates warmth, and can never go wrong with the beyonce background vocals

comfort book: unfortunately i barely get around to reading books i want to the first time but i do love a summertime-beach-reread of sharp objects by gillian flynn

comfort game: does sudoku on my phone count bc that’s what i play when i need something mindless to do or when there’s a public transport delay

tagging: @mrgaretcarter @carmenbearzatto @ohtendril @cowherderess @eightforyou @talldecafcappuccino @factoseintolerant @thesumdancekid @topsee-turvee and anyone else who feels compelled!

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artemisferris09 · 2 years ago

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Uncharted Master list

Nathan Drake

Nathan Drake x Spy! Male Reader

Nathan Drake Fluff Alphabet

Samuel Drake

Rafe Adler

Harry Flynn

#artemisferris09's masterlist

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mariinara · 4 years ago

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Fan-Fiction Recommendations: UNCHARTED EDITION.

Hi, everyone! I tried to post this a couple of days ago, but Tumblr literally ate it all up and I was like "Cool".

I was in NO headspace to do THAT for a second time.

Anyway.

In light of very recent devastating events in the world, I was forced to stay at home and, thus, hop back into the deep dark hole known as Tumblr. Now, I have delved into every fandom I love, but since I write for Uncharted/Naughty Dog games exclusively, I thought I'd compile a list of my absolute favorite authors on this site, with links to their Masterlists and some of my nominations for my favorite works from each of them, along with a synopsis so you know what you're diving into.

I just think that there are so many underrated writers on here who truly have such a good sense of the characters we love and have such a good way with words, no matter the genre I read from them. From fluff all the way down to smut and angst, here are my favorite authors and my favorite pieces:

1) @the-drakeboys : Annie is an extraordinarily talented writer with such a broad range of genres. You can tell by her writing that she's very emotionally connected to everything around her and that she has a great deal of empathy. She works in the film industry, too, which makes her dialogue and her ability to build up events more professional than anyone I've ever read for. Here is her Masterlist and here are a few of my recommendations:

Darlin' (One-Shot. Category: Fluff): Apart from this piece being so very close to my heart for the sole reason of introducing me to Annie, it is a testament to how beautifully she writes with so little effort. This piece has minimal dialogue, but will – for SURE – give you the feels. (Synopsis: Sam can't get his eyes off the reader as he musters up the courage to ask her a question..)

Scars (One-shot. Category: A bit of everything. Fluff, angst, tiny hints at NSFW): A while back, I requested something that packs a lot of emotional weight and a tad bit of angst and fluff and Annie did NOT disappoint. Approximately 6K words displaying her UNGODLY amounts of talent. (Synopsis: After a passionate night together, the reader is pushed by her curiosity to finally ask Sam all the questions she’s been wondering for months.)

What I Deserve (One-Shot, Category: Angst, Fluffy ending): If you're looking to ride aboard a rollercoaster of emotions, you've come to the right place. This.. EXQUISITE piece.. is so well-written that every scene could easily be made into a movie. It's romantic, it's heartbreaking and heartwarming all at once and you're definitely gonna need a box of tissues. (Synopsis: In the heated passion of a fight, Sam pushes you away... not realizing his mistake until you’ve already gone.)

Annie ALSO has a mini-series she's been working on that should definitely be included in this list. "Come Back To Me," is – once again – gut-wrenching and absolutely sappy and exciting all at once. I recommend jumping on it right now when everything hasn't been updated yet to preserve the heat of suspense as we all impatiently wait for a 6th chapter ;) (Synopsis: When Sam doesn’t make it out of a Panamanian prison, the reader desperately goes after him in the hopes there may be a chance to save him.)

2) @missdictatorme : One of my VERY good friends who's EXTREMELY funny and also incredibly kind and supportive. I literally could not have been writing and publishing ANYTHING without her encouragement. While incredibly filthy, she poses a threat to every writer who has ever hoped to write some juicy drama that'll for SURE keep readers glued to the screen. Here's her Masterlist, and here are my top recommendations:

First Touch (mini-series. Category: A bit of everything: Angst, Fluff, and a WHOLE LOTTA NSFW): Before I'd joined Tumblr, I'd stumbled upon this marvelous series on AO3, but was disappointed to find it only had around 5 parts only posted there. I'd then joined Tumblr, where I'd coincidentally found missdictatorme. I realized that she was indeed the author of one of the most SCANDALOUS pieces I've ever read. (Synopsis: Sam is a close friend of your father. You always had a crush on him, even in your highschool years, so when you return after finishing college still as a virgin, you ask him for a favour. Will he help you?)

Sex-Ed (Mini-series. Category: Fluff, NSFW, a healthy bit of angst.. And did I mention NSFW?): I mean… It's in the name. That's exactly what it was. Think online classes, though. Very.. interactive classes. Practical work involved. ALSO a scandalous and dramatic piece that is possibly one of my favorites ever. (Synopsis: This story basically will contain a shitload of sex ed from Sam, because if he sees a woman in need he just has to help. Even if he is not there physically.)

And just in case someone likes a certain Englishman who's as handsome as he is cunning, check out her Harry Flynn works:

In Like Flynn (Two-Shot; Category: NSFW): This one's just pure filth with a pleasant turn of events to keep you on your toes. (Synopsis: Harry thought he had an easy job breaking in a rich collector’s house to steal a valuable artifact, but the work turned out to be… harder.)

Slow and Steady (One-Shot; Category: NSFW): Literally porn without plot. I don't know about you, but sometimes that's just what my.. "soul".. needs.

As for a series I'm currently reading, she has one that's in progress that I think everyone would adore if you're into the idea of AUs and just.. kids, then you should check out "The Stubborn, The Headstrong, and The Persistent." (Synopsis: AU where Sam is the CEO of a big marketing company and he also has an 11 years old son. Sam is very busy with work, usually staying in his office late in the afternoon, sometimes even at the evenings, attending meetings and dinners, while he hires nanny after nanny to watch his son, but they all quit after a few days. Will a certain smartass, irritating, insufferable neighbour be the solution to the problem? Well, as much as he hates it, yes, yes she will.)

3) @desertvvitch : Not only are they one of my favorite people whom I love talking to and definitely the kindest soul on here and one of the funniest, but they're SUPREMELY talented. They have such a great way with words and always paint the perfect picture with them. They've published but one work on Tumblr (@desertvvitch 's Tumblr Masterlist), but have so many others on AO3 that I'd like everybody to check out along with me! (@desertvvitch 's AO3 and Masterlist), but they are working on what seems like another installment of the Uncharted game series and it is such a fun read. Sam and the reader have such a complex relationship that slowly builds up as they progress through their adventure. Stuff slowly unravels and I love NOTHING MORE but some juicy drama and a tad bit of angst and she maintains this balance effortlessly. You can show the story I'm talking about, "Seaside Beauty", some love by clicking on the link I attached. (Category: Angst, a handsome amount of fluff, and a classy amount of NSFW; Synopsis: She craves adventure so much more than he does, and no one thinks he expected that.)

4) @unchartedterritoria : I mean, holy shit, where do I even start? This woman is the connoisseur of diversity in her works. It's ALWAYS a joy getting to read anything she's written. Despite not being online most of the time, she has an incredible Masterlist that will for sure keep you entertained for the LONGEST time. Here's her Masterlist, and here are my top recommendations:

Selfish (Mini-Series; Category: Fluff, ABSOLUTELY NSFW): Also one of the series I've stumbled upon on AO3 and found later on Tumblr. 100% recommend curling up under a blanket and reading this one. (Synopsis: Sam Drake, your friend and also your Uncle Sully’s business partner, owes you a favor. What you’re looking to cash in? Your virginity.)

A Scathingly Brilliant Idea, Not So Much (Two-Shot; Category: Fluff! It's cute. Just a lil' bit of language, but I'm sure nobody minds that): This is SUPER fun to read. I giggled ALL the way and I absolutely wish there was more of this but I also believe that it's perfect the way it is. (Synopsis: You and your friend Jenn spend time scoping out your hot neighbor Sam Drake. What happens when you add 3 bottles of wine?)

Hashtags (One-Shot; Category: Uh.. I do not know what to put this under but it's just PURE comedy): ALSO super funny to read. I had a big smile on my face all throughout. DEFINITELY read it if you're feeling down. (Synopsis: What if Same Drake went through and read his own hashtags?)

She also has an amazingly written series of her own that could ALSO very easily be another Uncharted installment. Very well-written, perfect build-up of events, and a perfect splash of drama to spice it all up. Naughty Dog, please have a chat with this woman and, you guys, make sure you check out "Dangerous" and spoil her with feedback. (Synopsis: Description: Faith Spencer, after finding an old Bible hidden in her mother’s things, ends up on an adventure with Sam Drake. While unearthing information about President Abraham Lincoln, the two are taken to places physically, mentally and emotionally that they thought they would never have to go…or go back to.)

5) @elledrake : Absolutely the coolest, sweetest human on planet earth. So welcoming and humble and supportive. I 1000% would die for her. Not only is she such a good person to talk to, but she's also secretly a VERY talented writer. For her, I can't compile an entire list because, unfortunately, she's only written but one piece with two parts. It's warm, it's domestic, and her descriptive writing will for sure make you gawk. So make sure to check out "Tell Me More" and leave feedback to encourage her to write more!

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

@smokydrake : I've never personally talked to them. They're currently on hiatus, but rarely ever reblog anything, so it'll be easy to just scroll down their account and consume as much Rafe or Sam content as your hearts so please. They're effortlessly and MASSIVELY talented.

@unchartedwrites : Their Masterlist is MASSIVE. You'd definitely want to go give 'em a follow and spoil the hell outta yourself. I have never talked to them, either, but I adore their writing and I'm sure you guys would, too!

And that's it for this one, guys. If you've any more suggestions of great writers I could add to this list, please don't hesitate to come forward 🥰 I'm always super glad to discover and learn and read more. Don't forget to support your favorite writers, guys! Especially in those tough times.

Much love!

#sam drake #uncharted #samuel drake #uncharted4 #sam drake x reader #sam drake fanfiction #peakymarvels #uncharted angst #uncharted fluff #rafe adler #harry flynn fluff #harry flynn × reader #harry flynn fanfic #naughty dog #fanfic rec

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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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Hello! For the continued part of the blurb in which Harry and YN get casted together; this is the reminder :))

Also here’s a thought about it:

Maybe since like Harry met Olivia on DWD, when Tangled started they're like broken up and so so to make it more realistic (It was more of a suggestion but just do you, your readers would love it either way) :))

Have a great day!!!

yes we will definitely continue this!! okay let’s go;

First day nerves were always the worst.

Whether it was first day of school, first day of a new job, first day at university or, in your case, first day on set, you always got a really bad case of the nervous butterflies. It was just unnerving having to meet new people and try and fit into the way everything worked around here. You were a very social person when you came out of your shell, but you could be a hard one to crack if you weren’t with the right people. Luckily for you this set definitely had the right people. After briefly meeting him on the red carpet for Don’t Worry Darling and then having him text you afterwards, you have to say that now working with Harry Styles seemed like a dream. His music and his charisma shaped him into someone you really liked and really wanted to know more about. He was your all time crush and unfortunately, for you, he’d probably gathered that by now - what with your blushing interview over him.

The weather was beautiful and the buzz on set was amazing. Everyone was rushing around and trying to busy themselves until filming started at 8am. You had just been in hair and makeup and were on your way to set now. The movie wasn’t being filmed in its’ complete order, so the first scene that you were filming was where Flynn climbs up the tower and meets Rapunzel for the first time. Where Harry meets you.

You couldn’t quite believe you were actually here. You were a Disney princess, and your favourite one at that. The purple dress was everything you’d imagined and you felt like a dreamy cloud in it. Your flip flops and robe covered most of your outfit though, to keep you warm until you were needed on set. Instead of going straight inside the filming building, you sat outside on a nearby bench hoping to calm your nerves.

To keep your mind preoccupied you went over and over your lines in your head, cursing yourself when you messed up over something so small. Your fingers picked away at each other, damaging the nail-art that had only recently been put on.

“You’re going to cost the makeup department a fortune if you keep doing that.” You didn’t need to look up to know that it was Harry who was approaching you, but you did anyways. He looked beautiful. His hair was styled the same way as Flynn Ryders and you could see the outlines of his costume underneath the coat he was wearing.

“Oh, sorry.” You laughed nervously, putting your head back down to stop him from catching your blush.

“Hey no need for apologises. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He spoke honestly and you felt the warmth of his words spread over your body, like butter on toast.

“Just really nervous.” You admitted shyly.

“Can I…” He pointed towards the bench space next to you.

“‘Course, yes.” You patted the space encouragingly and watched him pull the trousers up from his thighs to sit more comfortably. God, those thighs. You cleared your throat to detach the dirty thoughts from the back of your mind.

It was quiet until he spoke again. “What’s your favourite Disney movie?”

“What?” You asked confused and Harry repeated the question as calmly as he did last time. You expected him to start giving you words of advice, not asking you your favourite Disney movie. “Oh, um, Tangled of course.”

“You know you don’t just have to say that because you’re the lead actress in the movie.” He nudged you with his shoulder, making you laugh as you swayed away and then back to him.

“Yeah I know.”

“Pity.”

“Why?”

“Just would’ve taken you for more of an avid Lion King fan.” He joked, his dimpled smile boasting its’ way onto his cheeky face.

“I am, actually. I just, there’s something about Rapunzel that draws me to her. I don’t know whether it’s her childhood was similar to mine—”

“Wait you were abducted by a weirdly attractive evil woman who claims to be your— wait! So you’re a princess?” Before you can answer he knelt down before you, capturing your hands in his - neither of your missing the tingles of passion when your skin touched skin - and holding them tightly, whilst he began speaking again, “M’lady, forgive me for being so simple.”

“Harry! What are you doing, y’fool?” You laughed at him, trying to get him to sit back next to you as you’d drawn the attention from a few crew members.

“I’m grovelling at the feet of my future Queen.” He said so matter-of-factly you almost, nearly, truly believed him. Chuffing actor.

“Get up you oaf!” And he did with a little more persuasion. “What I meant was that my childhood was quite isolated and lonely - I didn’t have many friends at all.” You spoke from the heart, not expecting Harry’s eyebrows to furrow with confusion or for him to look so sad.

“I’m sorry.” You knew he meant it.

“At least I have Flo, though, now.” You smiled at the thought of your amazing best friend, whom also happened to be Harry’s most recent co-star. Their performances in Don’t Worry Darling were second to none and you were so proud of Flo for delivering such an awe inspiring delivery to her character Alice.

“And me. Don’t forget me.”

“I could never.” You turned to look at him, unprepared to find him staring back at you with hearts in his eyes. You blushed and had to look away, but you rested the side of your head on his shoulder out of natural instinct. It felt right and it felt comforting. “Thank you, though Harry.”

“Always.” He rested his head back against yours, both of you just watching the busy people prepare for your first scene. The nerves had gone though, now, and you were feeling more at peace with yourself - and with him. “Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I think that you’re drawn to Rapunzel, because she embodies your courage, kindness, beauty and compassion.” Your heart swelled at his words. You never thought someone could think of you this way, let alone Harry. You pushed your head tighter against his shoulder, wanting him to wordlessly know that you were really grateful for him.

“Smooth, Harry!” He laughed with you, “How long have you been rehearsing that?”

“Too many other lines to remember to be learning them ones too. That, Y/N, was all ad-lib.” And your heart swooned a little more again. He was just so perfect and he made you feel safe. There wasn’t a good enough phrase or word in the English dictionary to justify how good of a person he was or how much he meant to you.

“You’re too good.”

“Too good to maybe ask you out for a drink after today?” You brought your head away from his shoulder in shock from what he just asked. Harry, the Harry Styles, was asking you, Y/N L/N, out for a drink. What?

“No, I think i’ll let you take me out for a drink.” You smiled at him, admiration sitting heavily in your eyes that there was no way he could miss it.

“Yeah?” His eyes glinted back at yours.

“Only if you stop with the compliments, i’m so bad for accepting them.”

“Hmm, no can do.” You rolled your eyes and reached over to take his hand in yours and he instantly linked his fingers with yours. It felt right. Warm. Safe.

“Fine, but don’t be alarmed if I just jump you for being too nice to me or something.” Your words came out faster than your brain could process and your eyes widened once you realised what you’d just said to him. You’d just threatened to jump Harry Styles. Fuck sake. And now he wad laughing, at you or with you you didn’t know.

“Alright, but you don’t be alarmed if I do nothing to stop you.”

Now you understood why he didn’t need to ask what was wrong or if you were okay, his presence was comforting enough to make your nerves dissipate and focus on the only thing that now mattered; him.

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johnnycranes · 3 years ago

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Here’s quite a few for you and your babies too!

B, E, R, Y - Harry & Sydney

C, F, N, W - Norman & Kennedy

A, D, H, K - Jacob & Sydney

AMANDA! thank you for these, i gotchu! 💞

and slight warning that it got a little ramble-y 🙃

for the fluff ask

Bargain: how do they get what they want?

Harry really just has to lay on the charm, make Syd smile and she gives in. Meanwhile Sydney flashes puppy dog eyes and Harry can't say no.

Enchanted: what first caught their eye?

For Harry it was Syd's pretty face, seeing this little lady barge into the room where he was already stealing an artifact, he just knew he had to see her again. For Sydney it was his smug grin He winked at her, called her "love" and she was pissed off but couldn't stop thinking about him.

Romantic: what kind of gifts do they give?

Harry likes to treat Sydney to fancy nights out. Occasionally he surprises her with a gown to wear to their date because he wants to see it on her before pulling it off of her. Sydney likes giving him new clothes. He almost always gets his shirts ripped when he goes on long jobs. And this man was 🥺😍 when Syd bought him a bunch of jackets so he wouldn't get cold when going to cooler areas.

Yearn: what do they do when they're apart?

Always texting each other, video calls when they're both free. Sydney will always be worried for him and texts him to take care, watch himself, reminds him to eat. Harry always teases her to "not miss him too much" but he misses her just as much. He's almost always the one to initiate sexting

Communicate: what is their love language

For both of them it's touch. After posing as a fake couple in front of press and other socialites before becoming actually getting together, it's reassuring to know that their gestures, holding each other whether in public or in private, it's all real now and they can both feel that it is.

Flirty: how do they flirt?

LISTEN! Norm knows Kenny loves his voice. He likes teasing her and telling her how sexy she looks. And you know Kenny can be smooth too when she wants to be, but once he's recovered from being flustered, Norman just teases her back more.

Normal: what does a normal day look like for them?

They're just your regular super rich couple with day jobs and 4 kids sksksks. With or without Norman deciding to suit up as the Green Goblin that day, they make sure to at least have some time in the evening together for just the two of them.

Whisper: what pet-names and compliments do they give each other?

Norman calls Kennedy darling and she loves calling him honey. Norman compliments Kenny for how sweet she is and how stunning she looks, no matter what she's wearing. Kenny tells him how handsome he is, how intelligent he is and despite what he says about himself, he's a good man. And that his voice is really sexy.

Adorable: what do they find especially endearing?

Sydney loves how soft and affectionate Jacob can be. He's a hard-ass yes but then he'd throw her a small smile and kiss her just because, and she'd melt. Jake loves how silly Syd is. This woman who caused chaos around the county all on her own yet laughs at her own corny jokes and feels bad every time she doesn't reach the cheese rolls for breakfast.

Devoted: how do they show they're serious?

They don't wanna kill each other. They're both very protective of the other. Jacob's attention isn't solely on just the project anymore. He'll do his duties, but he has someone else he cares about now and it's the same with Syd.

Hot: what is their favorite look on their partner?

Both of them are so distracted when they work out together. All sweaty, faces red, breathing heavily. Jacob knows what he's doing when he takes his shirt off and Syd is having fun in her sports bra and shorts. They at least have to finish exercising before going at it.

Karma: how do they apologize?

They're both very stubborn and it can take some time but they come out and say it when they're ready. Jake can take a bit longer and Syd can see him hesitate wanting to hold her so she holds him first.

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georgeweasleysbabe · 4 years ago

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YOU CANNOT TELL ME IM THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES FLYYN RIDER AND IMMEDIATELY THINKS OF GEORGE WEASLEY. I KNOW IM NOT THE ONLY ONE

#george weasley #george weasley fluff #flynn rider #harry potter #sophia talks

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inkedsoldier · 5 years ago

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THE SPARK IN YOUR EYES - Nathan Drake x Reader

A/N: Hi! This one was requested by @barbaroonie:

hi! can you do a Nathan Drake x sad reader where Nathan just reassures the reader? just soft. thank you! :)

The English language is not my main language, but I keep getting better at it. So please, if you spot any mistakes, let me know! You will help me a lot with little notes on how to master this language.

Y/N = Your name. Y/N/N = Your nickname.

Characters: Nathan Drake, Harry Flynn, Chloe Frazer, Y/N.

Warnings: none.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

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THE SPARK IN YOUR EYES

The waves roll down and crash onto shore with a soft hiss, peeling away at the soft golden sand beneath your feet. You can’t help but smile as the wind caresses your face. Through narrowed eyes you watch the waves overlapping one another, masking the beach with the transparent fading water. This morning you arrived on the beautiful Greek island with Nathan, where he had rented a small beach house for the next week. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a real vacation. You were always traveling, but only to end up in the most craziest adventures of all time. There was never time to relax and enjoy a place like this for more than a day. You and Nate started as friends and eventually partners on adventures, but only a couple of weeks back you became more. This relationship was your first one, and being this open, this emotionally vulnerable was hard. Trusting people wasn’t your strongest quality, thanks to certain people from the past. Of course, you had some dating experience, but most of them went from bad to worse with a pretty awkward goodbye. You still couldn’t believe Nate liked you as more than a friend. And were not talking about the friends with benefits kind of relationship, but we’re talking about a boyfriend-girlfriend thing here. “Enjoying the view?” Nate said, startling you. “I can’t believe we are finally here. Together, just the two of us,” you smile as he wraps his arms around you and leaves a kiss on the back of your neck. “Me neither. But you deserve this, we deserve this,” he replied.

After unpacking your bags you and Nate decided to grab something to drink in the nearest bar on the beach. It was off season, so not much tourists around. The bartender served you the drinks and a fruit salad on the house, “Efcharisto poli,” you said, thanking him for the kind gesture. Nate looked at you with a huge smile, unknown of the fact that you spoke some Greek. “You still amaze me, Y/N.” A smile appeared on your face and you started to blush. “Well, there’s a lot you…” you started before you got interrupted. “Buy me a drink, sailor?” You knew that British accent. “Harry Flynn?!” Nate stated in surprise. “What the hell are you doing here?” “I’m looking for you, mate,” the tall Englishman replied. “Uh-oh. Should I be flattered, or worried?” Nate said. “Hey, darling. How are you doing?” Harry asked you, embracing you in a hug. “I’m well, Flynn. How are you doing?” “I’m more than okay,” he replied, walking towards a table. Nathan and you walked over and sat down. “I’ve got a job for us. A client is willing to part with a huge sum of cash if we ‘acquire’ a certain object for him. “All right, we’re listening,” you replied. Harry needed help tracking down the lost fleet of Marco Polo, but you had to break into a heavily guarded Turkish museum. “I can’t do this without you two,” Harry stated. “We both know two people who were killed trying to lift something outta this place,” Nathan exclaimed. “Three is not enough, Flynn. You know that.” “Right. And speak of the devil – here she comes now,” Harry responded. That’s when you see her. Chloe Frazer. There it goes again, your inner dialogue; it whispers to you. “Wh-?” you mumble as she walks towards Nate first and introduces herself as if they never met before. “Chloe here’s one of the best drivers in the business – she’ll take good care of us,” Harry continued. Chloe and Nate had a thing when you were still just friends, and that worried you. She was beautiful, and that was something you were not if you had to believe the thoughts creeping through your mind. Your heart twisted and sunk with nerves as you listened to the conversation. “Marco Polo hid something inside this lamp. Something that pinpoints the site of the lost fleet,” Nate stated in excitement. “So… we’re dicking this guy over, right?” Chloe replied. It didn’t feel right. Especially, not with Chloe around. You worked with her during your time with the Ludlow’s, but you didn’t trust her. And why wouldn’t she tell Harry that she already knew you?

Later that afternoon you returned to the beach house. You had tried to stay calm while in the presence of Flynn and Frazer, but as soon as you walk into the bathroom you break down. You didn’t know why. Was it the way Nathan looked at her? Or the smile that appeared on his face when she talked? When you’re in stress or afraid, the human brain will remember things you fear. It locks you in with your inner demons and gives them longer claws. It makes you want to hide in darkness, without any sound. As much as you tried to hold it in, the pain rolled down your cheeks in the shape of tears. The world turned into a blur, when you lower yourself to the ground.

Nathan had seen the way your behaviour changed during the chatter at the bar. He was concerned and kept thinking about what could have caused it, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He walked to the bedroom to talk to you, but you were not there. Suddenly he heard a sound from the bathroom. He slowly pushed the door open and finds you sitting on the floor, your cheeks stained with tears. “Hey… hey… it’s okay. What’s going on?” he asks lowering himself to look into your eyes. You bit your lip tightly in an attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from your mouth; his heart sank. These insecurities haven’t haunted you for months. Why now? Why here? “I-I…” you croaked. “Talk to me, beautiful,” Nathan says, pulling you closer as he sits down next to you. “I’m not beautiful,” you whisper, loud enough for Nate to hear. He stared at you in disbelief. “Why would you say that, Y/N/N?” he asked turning so he was sitting in front of you. “Look at me…” You hesitated but he placed his finger under your chin to make you look at him. “… you are the most beautiful person I have ever met. Beautiful is that spark in your eyes, the one that says you are up for an adventure. It is your soul that loves so deeply and cares so much,” he stated. “You are my everything, baby” You stare at him with wide eyes. Why couldn’t you see what he saw in you? You were perfect in Nate’s eyes. A small smile appeared on your face as you wipe away the tears. He loved you so much. You had to realize how lucky you were. Nathan leaned in and places a soft kiss on your lips. A sweet kiss that left you looking for more. “I love you,” he said while running his fingers through your hair.

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misslongcep · 5 years ago

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"Happy Birthday, Daddy" - Harry Flynn X Reader

So, this is my first ever fanfic request, by none other than @missdictatorme!!

I hope you like it 💕 if you like this and want something similar, please feel free to drop me an ask 😘

Raying: Teen and up

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex.

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Harry Flynn woke up blinking, trying to clear the sleep that was blurring his vision. He vaguely recognised the sound of the shower, and realised he was missing the warmth from your body, that he had grown used to over the past few years. As he sat up in bed, he felt a throbbing in his head that reminded him of the large amount of alcohol he’d consumed the previous night.

“Happy Birthday to me.” Harry grumbled, pushing back the covers and stretching as he rose from the bed.

Harry heard the water being turned off in the bathroom, and smirked to himself. Morning sex was his favourite type of sex, but “Happy Birthday” morning sex was just the best. He plonked himself at the bottom of the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers as he sat proudly waiting for you to appear, so he could receive his first gift of the day.

The door to the bathroom flew open, and you came whirling out of the bathroom fully dressed, your wet hair dripping onto your baggy shirt which smothered your delicate frame. You flew around the room like a tornado, gathering your jacket, shoes and handbag, before stopping briefly to plant a kiss on Harry’s head.

“Where’s the fire, love?” Harry teased.

“Sorry honey, I’m running late. I’ll see you later!” you called over your shoulder as you ran through the apartment.

“Later?” Harry asked as he followed you into to the kitchen, “I thought we could do breakfast this morning, seeing as you didn’t feel up to drinks last night.”

“Sorry Harry, I’m really late as it is. And I promised I’d meet Elena for lunch, so I don’t want to fill up before I see her. I’ll see you for dinner later!” You called over your shoulder, barely noticing the hurt and confusion on Harry’s face as he watched you rush out of the door.

Harry had never considered himself a needy person, and when you first got together, your relationship was only supposed to be a casual mess about between friends. However, Harry quickly realised that you were the one for him, with your quick humour and daring personality, and it wasn’t long before you moved in together. You didn’t mind his flirty attitude, and you would often compete with each other to see who was more successful with the opposite sex. Neither of you were particularly bothered about birthdays, but it had become a tradition of yours to start the day with breakfast in bed, followed by a good round of happy birthday sex, and then whatever celebrations followed.

For Harry’s birthday this year, you were supposed to join him and your group of friends for birthday drinks the night before, but you’d complained of feeling unwell, and didn’t want to be out drinking. So Harry had gone alone, thinking you would have your own private celebrations today. He was crushed when he realised this wasn’t the case. He found himself sitting around the apartment, checking his phone every five minutes to see if you had called or text him. You hadn’t.

Did she forget it was my birthday or something? Harry thought to himself. Normally I’m the one who forgets, this isn’t like her at all. Harry sulked for a few hours, and when he realised it was unlikely that you would be coming back any time soon, he decided to go out for a drink, even if it meant drinking alone on his birthday. He text a few friends to see if anybody was free, but only Nate replied to say yes.

Harry met Nate down at their local bar, and it didn’t take long for Nate to figure out something was wrong.

“What’s up with you, today? Have you suddenly realised you’re turning into an old man?” he teased.

“Haha, very funny.” Harry replied sarcastically. “No, it’s Y/N. I think there’s something wrong. She ran out of the apartment without even stopping to wish me happy birthday this morning. I didn’t even get a birthday blowie!”

“Gross.” Nate shuddered and laughed, “Too much information, dude.”

“I’m serious, man. Normally she’ll do me breakfast in bed, happy birthday sex and then presents... This year I don’t think she’s even got me a card!” Harry complained, lifting his beer to his lips. “What if she’s bored of me? What if there’s someone else?”

“Harry, come on. This is Y/N we’re talking about here. You guys are meant to be together, no way would she even think of looking at another guy.” Nate reassured his friend. “Maybe she really is busy today. I bet she’ll have something extra special planned for you for later.”

“Maybe,” Harry wondered quietly. “But I just think it’s weird that Y/N was meeting Elena today, when she knows it’s my birthday. We never make plans on each other’s birthday, I know she’d go mad if it was the other way round.”

At this, Nate’s cheeks flushed red, and he took a swift drink of beer, avoiding any eye contact with Harry. Harry didn’t even notice, too swept up in his own thoughts, worrying about what was so important that you had forgotten his birthday. After a moment’s silence, Nate cleared his throat.

“Listen, Harry. I really don’t think you have anything to worry about. Maybe Y/N has just forgotten. But that doesn’t mean she loves you any less, and I know if she has forgotten, she will go above and beyond to make it up to you. Trust me, you’ll soon realise you’ve blown this way out of proportion.”

“I hope so,” Harry replied sourly. “I just hope that she realises she’s got a lot of making up to do for making me feel so crappy.” Nathan just rolled his eyes and shook his head. The two stayed for a couple more drinks, and it was early evening when Harry finally stumbled up the stairs to the apartment.

As he reached the door, he could smell something cooking, and his mouth instantly started to water. He was still pissed at you for forgetting his birthday, but it smelled like you were trying to make up for it, which was at least a start. Don’t think you’re getting off that easy though, love, Harry thought to himself. Harry fumbled with his keys, and once he had finally managed to get into the apartment, he was shocked to see what you had done to the place.

Candles had been lit all around the apartment, and a path of rose petals led from the door to the bedroom, with a side path diverting to the lounge. A soft guitar melody played through the speakers from the lounge, and Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion; did you really think that cheesy romance would cause him to forgive you? Still, the amazing smell that wafted from the kitchen distracted Harry momentarily, and he found himself moving slowly towards the sound of sizzling meat, mixed with soft humming as you busied yourself with dinner. Harry leaned on the doorway, watching as you danced lightly around the cupboards, gathering ingredients and dishes, blissfully unaware of your audience.

Harry cleared his throat, causing the spoon you’d been using to fall onto the floor with a clatter, as you jumped and turned to face him in surprise. “Jesus, Harry, you scared me!” you laughed, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, planting soft kisses on his cheek. “Had a good day?”

“I guess,” Harry replied bitterly. “Met Nate for a few drinks, seeing as he was the only one who could be bothered to see me today.”

“I’m sorry I had to leave so early this morning,” you apologised, sensing the bitterness in Harry’s voice. “I felt awful that we couldn’t do your birthday breakfast, especially as I couldn’t come for drinks last night.”

“Still didn’t stop you from leaving me without even saying happy birthday this morning. You didn’t even tell me where you were going!”

“Harry, baby, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been terrible today, please let me make it up to you! Look, I’m even cooking your favourite meal for dinner!” you showed him the risotto that was bubbling away merrily on the stove, and curled yourself into him, a look of plea in your eyes. “What do you say? Am I forgiven?”

Harry refused to look at you for a while, but eventually gave in with a sigh, pulling you into a tight hug. “It’s a start, I suppose.” He muttered. “But you’ve got a lot of making up to do before I really decide whether to forgive you or not.” You beamed up at him and kissed him passionately on the lips. You dragged him over to the candlelit table and sat him down, before grabbing a beer from the fridge and placing it before him. “This is more like it,” Harry smirked, “Although I don’t see why you’ve gone to so much trouble with the decorations, it’s not like we’re expecting the Queen of England to pop round for a cuppa.”

You smiled, stroking Harry’s cheek delicately. “I just want your birthday to be a special one, that’s all. Because I love you.” Harry smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. There was no way he could stay mad at you, he knew that.

Once dinner was finished, you both leaned back in your chairs, full and satisfied. Harry sighed happily. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Y/N. That was delicious.” You grinned at him, as you rose to clear the table. Harry took a few swigs of beer, and then helped to clear the last of the dinner things. “Now, not to sound ungrateful, love, but the way I see it, there’s still some making up to do, seeing as you forgot my birthday.” You opened your mouth to argue, but Harry raised his hand to silence you, smirking as he did so. “I’m not saying that dinner wasn’t good, but don’t think it’s gone unnoticed that I’ve not yet received a present. I hope it’s something impressive. So should I close my eyes, or do we need to head to the bedroom, so I can unwrap you myself?”

You giggled, and guided Harry back to his seat at the table. “Oh I’ve got a surprise for you alright, but you don’t need to go to the bedroom just yet.” You purred in his ear, running your fingers along his collar. “You just wait here, I’ll be right back.” You slunk away, leaving Harry twitching in anticipation. When you returned, you made him close his eyes, and placed a card and a small box furnished with ribbon on the table in front of him. “Happy birthday, Harry.” Your voice was thick with emotion, as Harry opened one eye to look at you.

Disappointment flashed briefly across his face, when he realised you weren’t naked, but was soon replaced with curiosity when he noticed the box and envelope before him. He went to pick up the box first, but you stopped him, indicating that the card should be the first thing opened. Harry threw you a quizzical look, before obliging, and chuckled when he read the front of the card. “Happy Birthday to the world’s best Daddy.” He chuckled. “That’s cute love, but don’t you think that’s taking the daddy kink just a little too far?”

“Just open the box, moron.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. Harry undid the box, and you could see the look of confusion grow on his face. Inside was a pair of boots; tiny Timberland ones, that perfectly matched Harry’s own, battered pair. You bit your lip in anticipation, waiting for the penny to drop, but Harry remained clueless.

“Erm, thanks sweetheart. I can hang them as a decoration in my car.” Disappointment was clear in Harry’s voice; this clearly wasn’t what he’d been expecting. You sighed and came and sat beside him, grasping his hands firmly within your own.

“Harry, sweetheart. They’re not meant to be used as a decoration in your car. We will have to wait a while before we can use them. Like about 9 months?” you hinted, desperately wishing Harry to understand. Harry remained quiet, processing your words slowly. At last he seemed to begin to understand, his eyes flitting to your belly, then back to the tiny shoes on the table.

“When you said you weren’t feeling like drinking last night...” Harry’s question trailed off as you nodded, tears pooling in your eyes.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to have a drink for a while.” You whispered. Harry picked up the card again, and as he did, a blurry looking picture fell into his lap. Harry’s hands were shaking as he inspected the image.

“Is this what I think it is?” his voice was hoarse, almost afraid to say the words out loud. “Is this... Mine?”

“Well who’s else is it going to be, idiot?” you snapped, insulted by his question. Harry laughed and pulled you towards him, tenderly kissing the tears that rolled down your cheeks. “Harry, we’re going to have a baby. You and me.”

“I’m going to be a dad? Is this real?”

“It’s real,” you sniffled. “I’ve had it confirmed, I’m 6 weeks pregnant. This is why I had to leave so early this morning, Elena was taking me to the scan, and then we had to figure out the best way to tell you. I thought it would be a nice surprise for your birthday.”

Harry was silent. He kept looking at the baby scan, and then to you, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. After a moment, Harry carefully placed his hands on your belly, and a soft sob escaped him. “Hey baby Flynn. I’m your daddy. I can’t wait to meet you properly.” He began kissing your belly gently, as you tenderly stroked his hair. “I can’t believe you’re going to have a baby. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner!”

“I’m sorry, honey. I just wanted to make sure everything was going to be okay. And I wanted the scan picture to give to you as part of your present.”

Harry stood, pulling you with him, and wrapped himself around you in a loving, protective hug. “This is the best present I could have asked for, love. I couldn’t be happier.” He grasped you gently by the neck, and kissed you with so much passion that your legs started to give way, and Harry had to snake his arm under your back to stop you from falling. “Steady love,” he chuckled, kissing your neck softly. “we don’t want anything to happen to Harry Jr now, do we?”

You slapped his chest playfully. “We don’t know that it is going to be a Harry. For all you know, we could be having a Harriet. What do you think of that?”

“As long as they’re healthy, I don’t care what we have.” Harry smiled, picking you up and wrapping your legs around him. You laughed, clinging on for dear life as Harry spun around in excitement.

“Harry be careful!” you squealed, tightening the grip of your legs around his waist. Harry grinned, pulling you both onto the sofa so that you were straddling him, and ran his hands down your back and across your rear.

“Say,” Harry smirked, his hands squeezing your backside gently, “what are the rules about having sex when you’re pregnant?”

You smiled, and pushed yourself into his groin, fuelling the fires of your love. “As far as I know, it’s business as usual.”

“Excellent!” Harry cheered, lifting both of you off the sofa and carrying you to the bedroom. “Because it’s still my birthday, and now we’ve got even more to celebrate!”

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slapshot-to-the-heart · 7 years ago

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Hey friends! Here’s part X to our ongoing adventures with Alex and Harry, the Chaos and the Calm series, the rest of which can be found here. I don’t get too many people coming and telling me their thoughts or feelings on the series, and i love love LOVE hearing what you guys think, so don’t hesitate to drop by my box! And don’t forget to like and reblog, it lets me know you’re interested in what I’m putting out.

She's working late and making eyes at the door/She sick of everybody up on her floor/She wants the sun in her eyes but all she gets is ignored

Glancing at her watch for what seemed like the tenth time that hour, Alex counted down the minutes until she could finally leave. Her day technically ended at six, but she often stayed later and picked up some overtime if there was a project or assignment she wanted to finish. This week, though, there was nothing more she wanted to do than get out of the building just as fast as she possibly could. Nothing seemed to be going her way. First her PowerPoint presentation malfunctioned in the meeting, then a new artist was hired who seemed to have a personal vendetta against Alex for no discernable reason, and today as the icing on the cake, a promotion that she really thought would be going to her was given to someone else. Someone who had been at the firm three months less than Alex and who, she thought bitterly, hadn’t handled projects half as important ot high-stakes as she had. So needless to say, the moment the clock struck six on that Friday, she was the first one out of the door. The office was mercifully only a block away from her subway line, so it was less than ten minutes from swiping out of the building to swiping her MetroCard and waiting on the subway platform. The first car that came was nearly full, so she had to wait another fifteen minutes for the next to arrive. She listened to a busker in the meantime, smiling slightly when the song changed from “Go Your Own Way” to “Ever Since New York.” How appropriate, she thought. Taking a brief video and jotting down the girl’s Instagram, she tossed a ten-dollar-bill into the open guitar case. I’ll pass it along to Harry, see if he can get her a meeting with someone.

Her few minutes of enjoyment were abruptly ended by a man shoving her aside to make it onto the subway that was just about to leave, causing her to knock her arm into a nearby concrete pillar roughly. Hissing in pain, Alex held the spot, which she could tell was going to shortly turn into a nasty-looking bruise. A few minutes later, she finally made it onto her train, hefting her backpack more securely onto her side and gripping a strap. Plugging her headphones in, she navigated to her Spotify playlists. Angry Music. As Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation” filled her ears, she gave a slight smile. Good. Music was always something that she ran to whenever she couldn’t express her feelings or what was going on in her life; it was one of the first things that had brought her and Harry together all those years ago. As the songs passed, Alex tried to distract herself by people-watching, but abandoned it after a few minutes and seeing no less than three middle-aged men look her way in a none-too-friendly manner.

Occupying herself with heavy bass lines and cymbal crashes, the six stops before hers thankfully went by quickly. She tightened the belt of her raincoat, grimacing and looking up at the darkened clouds, praying she’d make it home before the rain began to fall. It was just under half a mile back to the apartment, and usually took her about ten minutes. It began to really come down just as she reached the lobby, and she noted with a tightly-controlled breath that her jeans would need to be thrown in the dryer. Pushing the elevator button, she dug her keys out of her backpack, not wanting to waste time at the door. Shoving the key unceremoniously into the lock, she opened the door to a relaxed-looking Harry on the couch.

She used to put it out and get it all back/But now she slipping trying to carry the act/She's sweating under the lights, now she's beginning to crack

He noticed the dejected look on her face almost immediately. He always did. Abandoning the bowl of pasta he had been eating, he angled his body towards her. “Bad day, love?” He asked gently. He didn’t want to push her; she could get easily overwhelmed at times like this.

“The worst.” Alex said, voice cracking. Harry hated seeing her like this. He always did. Whether it was his fault, God forbid, or not, knowing that the woman he loved was in pain brought his heart unbearable hurt.

“Want to talk about it?” Sometimes she did, sometimes she didn’t, but the last thing Harry would ever want to do would be to not be there for her when she needed him.

She shrugged, dropping her backpack by the couch. “Dunno if there’s much to tell, it just seems like everything’s falling to shit and nothing’s working out, so little stuff, y’know?” Humor was her coping mechanism.

“Like what?”

She huffed. “Well, there was a new designer hired last week, and she sits in the station next to mine. Seems to have it out for me, keeps making dodgy remarks and insinuating I didn’t work for my job because I’m dating you. Then the new campaign slides I was supposed to be presenting wouldn’t play, so I made a fool of myself in front of all the senior staff. Then,” she ran an exasperated hand through her rain-dampened hair, “today I got passed over for that promotion, and it just really hurt?” She questioned, venturing over to the couch and settling against Harry’s waiting arms, paying little mind to the water that was dripping onto the cloth. “I worked so hard for it, and I really thought I was going to get it? My interview went great, I’ve been producing good work, and Eric’s been there for three months less than I have. And then I was caught in the rain walking back from the subway just now. So it’s kind of been a shit week.” Getting it all of her chest felt better, but just sharing her problems with someone wouldn’t make them go away.

“That it?” Harry asked. He knew there was something else. Shit, he was good.

“I mean, people have been saying some crap things about me online, but that’s pretty normal. Gotten past going after my appearance, thank God, but now it’s pretty much revolving around flat-out questioning of our relationship. Why you’re with me, why I have a ‘normal’ job, why you’re even dating when you could just be sleeping with whoever...” She trailed off. “It just hurts when people who don’t even know either of us are deciding that they have the authority to decide how much we love or don’t love each other, what kinds of ‘issues’ we’re having, what goes on in our house and our bed. I love your fans, by and large they’re incredibly gracious to both of us, but they don’t get to know everything about our lives. They’re not here, they don’t know what you mean to me or what I mean to you, but they somehow decide they do and can pass judgement on it, and on us.” The words came tumbling out of her mouth, like a river of confessions whose dam kept breaking.

One of Harry’s hands rubbed up and down her shoulder as her head lay in the crook of his neck and he tried to think of what to say. Before he could, Alex spoke again.

“And because you’re in the public eye, I’m in the public eye. Which I accept and am fine with, but it makes everything so much harder, y’know?” She bent her neck to look at Harry, who nodded sympathetically. “It’s like I have to always be put together and have my issues in order, and anything less than that is unacceptable and reflects poorly on you. And the last thing I’d ever want to do is do something to put your career or your reputation in jeopardy. I always have to be dressed the right way, and say the right things and go to the right places, and everything I ever do or say is hyper-scrutinized. I have to figure out how to walk a line where I’m outspoken but not too political, have sophisticated taste but am still relatable, dress sexy but not trashy, and somehow in that mess still keep a tiny shred of who I am.”

“It’s an adjustment,” he started.

“You can say that again.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “I’ve had years to try and get used to it, and I still find myself questioning things every day. Whatever you do never seems like enough, whatever you say is never the right thing, whatever you wear is either too crazy or not creative enough. It’s living life under a constant microscope.”

No you don't have to wear your best fake smile/Don't have to stand there and burn inside/Oh oh oh if you don't like it/And you don't have to care so don't pretend/Nobody needs a best fake friend/Oh oh oh don't hide it

“How do you do it? I’m barely dealing as it is, barely holding on, and this is only a fraction of the kind of pressure you’re under every day. I at least have a normal life— well,” she backtracked. “As normal as I could have, given the circumstances. You don’t even have that.”

“I think the most important thing is probably to know who you are.” Harry mused. “To know who yeh are so deeply and not let anyone take that away from you, not care what people who don’t know you have to say about your personal life. To know what yeh stand for and speak up about, know that it’s impossible to please everyone and there’s always going t’be people who say nasty things about you and don’t like what you have to say. And much as I might think otherwise about you, love,” Harry looked at Alex adoringly, “perfection’s a myth. You’re going to be held to a higher standard because you’re in the public eye, because you’re seen with me, and that’s not right. You’re going to be expected to be perfect, but nobody’s a saint. They don’t know us, they don’t know our relationship, you’re right about that. And I think once you accept that we’re not the sum of others’ opinions and don’t deserve to be reduced to that, it’s incredibly liberatin’.”

“Liberatin’” Alex said, giggling. “Interestin’ choice of words.” Her Cheshire accent always got thicker when she was tired.

“Shu’ up,” Harry said good-naturedly.

“It’s just hard to feel like you shouldn’t have to please everyone, because making people happy and proud of me is part of who I am, it’s literally in my job description,” Alex said softly. “Feeling like you’re somehow your own person and someone else’s all at the same time. Gets confusin’. Overwhelming.”

Harry kissed the top of her head, a move he was prone to do when he couldn’t really think of anything else. A comfort move. “And that’s a fine line to walk, love. Just know that the world’s not on your shoulders, okay? We’re in a relationship, I love you, and you’re not meant to bear your burdens alone. You shouldn’t have to. And it’s okay to not be okay sometimes, all right?”

Alex was used to putting on a brave face. She was used to keeping her problems bottled up, stoppered shut with a closed mouth and tight-lipped smile that never dropped. Being the oldest of three with two younger brothers and loving but overworked parents that were rarely home meant that she never really grew up with anyone to confide in. Anyone but Harry, that was. He got really good at telling when she was lying, knowing when she needed a push and was holding something back that needed to be let out. She always felt like she had to be strong for her brothers, even now when one was in sixth form and the other in university, and she hadn’t seen either since visiting last year. So while Harry knew her nearly as well as she knew herself, it was a strange paradox where he was one of the few people she could be honest around and the very reason she felt she couldn’t be honest with the world.

“As long as you’re being honest with yourself and focusing on the things and people you care about, nobody can or should ever ask you for anything more than that, do you hear me, Lex?” Lex was his most cherished, exclusive name for her. Used very sparingly, it was reserved for their most intimate moments when Harry needed to bring Alex back down to reality, back down to him.

If you don't bleed it you don't need it anymore/If you don't need it get up and leave it on the floor/No more believing like it’s a voice you can't ignore/If you don't need it you don't need it/ no

“I know sometimes it can seem like you’re waging some kind of mental battle you just can’t win, that feeling overwhelmed and sad and anxious all at once while muddled up with social media and the press can just make you feel incredibly confused. Can make yeh feel like your feelings make you somehow lesser. But love,” he said, looking at her like she had hung the moon, “they make you a person. They make you alive.” Alex offered a quiet murmur of agreement.

Harry continued to play with her hair, offering words of comfort when they came to him. “Jus’ try to remember that, love,” he said. Alex didn’t respond. “Love?”

` He looked down at his lap, where Alex was perched sleeping, giving soft snores every so often. “Jus’ remember that I love you.”

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