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eggcompany · 10 months ago

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Diego's a good Dog

Diego really just needs some time to be mama's good pup. Eudora indulges him. He's just such a good boy.

Or a fic where Diego get fucked and gets called a good boy for his mama Eudora.

“Um d-dora?” Diego said in a shy small voice.

“What Diego? What do you want?” Eudora said snappily. This caused Diego to turn into himself. His shoulder slumped down and he looked at his shoes. He usually didn’t mind shouting but it always upset him when he was floating just on the edge of his headspace.

Of course the detective noticed.

“Oh sorry baby... I didn’t mean to snap at you. You feelin tender?” Eudora always asked Diego if he was almost in subspace in different ways. Feeling tender, soft, squishy, puffy, needy, etc.

“Yeah... I am. I’m-m fee-feel-feelin a w-way” Diego said and picked at his hands.

He knew what he wanted but he couldn’t say it. He wanted to be stripped and washed and snuggled and touched all over and he wanted to have his chest petted and feel his master’s nails on his back. But all he could say was he was feeling a way.

Eudora pulled him up into a good hug. She laid a gentle kiss on his forehead and then pulled back enough to give him a chaste kiss.

“Diego, how about we have some playtime. Do you want that? You want mama?” Eudora said in her silly ‘good doggie’ voice as they called it. She looked into Diego’s warm brown eyes. She smiled as she watched him melt. His shoulders relaxed and his face melted as he nodded. He flicked his eyes up to meet his master’s for only a second before looking down again.

Diego really needed puppy time. Puppies didn’t have to talk or worry about money or their families or-

“You’re thinking too loud, bub. How about we get you out of these icky people clothes and get you all washed up?” Eudora said and slid her hand down his arm to grasp his hand. She could tell he was already slipping into his dumb little headspace.

Diego nodded again. Mama always knew what to do. She always knew what he wanted and needed and always gave it to him.

She took his hand and led him to their bathroom. She stripped him quickly and efficiently. He was pliant under her hands. Moving when she needed to move him too. She stood and looked at him for a moment.

“You’re such a pretty puppy. My handsome little man.” Eudora said and scratched behind Diego’s ears. His eyes crossed for a moment and his mouth dropped open a bit. His breath was punched out of him and he smiled, open mouthed. This always got him. Always made him melt down into a puddle.

Then she told him to sit right where he was. “Sit”. Diego obediently dropped down to his knees onto the dark tile floor. It felt cold against his knees. The floor was always so cold in here.

Eudora looked at him for a moment while she collected the special soap they used for these scenes. She pulled out a shampoo and a body wash and finally she laid out his special blue dog comb. She watched him fidget on his knees. She knew the tile was cold but he only got to sit on the floor during these scenes unless he was invited onto the bed or couch. She thought for a moment before she said-

“Oh your butt puppy. Your knees don’t need to be achy.” She knew he wouldn’t like the cold tile on his cock and ass and especially not his balls but she didn’t want his knees to hurt… yet.

This was how it started when she planned on really working him. He slipped onto his butt and sat criss cross. He gasped as his tender parts met the frigid flooring. He shivered slightly in the chill of his nudity. She was about to cup himself just for some relief from the stabby cold feeling but he heard the faucet start. He looked up and watched Eudora put a few drops of the shampoo into the water.

Diego perks up; he loooooves bubble baths! Bubbles means mama gets in too! He watched and smiled and started to fidget around, completely forgetting the cold he was just feeling. He sat and stayed where he was put and smiled. He watched his mama roll up the sleeves of her button up shirt and grab a few towels and put them on the closed lip of the toilet.

Soon the bath was full and Eudora knelt down on the side of the tub. Was she not going to get in..? Usually bath time was a shared time. Diego frowned. He liked getting to lay on mama as she washed him.

“Come. In the tub now puppy.” Eudora said and Diego obediently crawled on his hands and knees over to the tub and climbed in. Eudora smiled lightly as Diego dunked his head under the water for a long moment. When Diego emerged and looked at her and whined she patted his thigh under the water.

“No complaining. I don’t want to smell like wet dog. When you get dry you can… play by yourself while I shower. Be good and let’s get you clean.” Eudora said and Diego let her wash him. She first washed his hair then body. She spent a moment to slip her finger, just to the second knuckle, into his hole. Diego let out a squawk but bit his lip and blushed when she pulled it out and fondled his heavy balls.

“Out. No shaking.” The dom said when she saw Diego turn his head to shake the water off. He ducked his head and let her rub an old fluffy towel over his head and the rest of him. She didn’t say anything when she opened the door. Diego jumped slightly when she slapped his ass as he walked through the door into their bedroom.

Eudora kept the door cracked as she showered but she knew Diego was already entertaining himself.

“Oh poor little puppy baby. Poor thing. You can’t take it can you? It’s just too big for your tight little hole? I know you want it in but it just doesn’t fit. Yet. Maybe with some more practice you can have the big one. You can have your favorite one now though so come on. Come ride mama.” Eudora said to the struggling puppy on the floor. She had walked into the room to see Diego breathing hard with teary eyes as he struggled to take in his big toy. Diego spent most of their scenes trying to get that toy inside. She had quickly thrown on a pair of plain black boyshort underwear and a black tank top.

Diego whined loudly and reached down to feel how much he had left. He really thought he could take the big toy this time! He used lots of lube and stretched with four fingers and used the smaller one to stretch even more! Diego really really wanted it! Diego was practically in tears. He felt let down and disappointed.

It was just so thick and so long. He could barely get the tip in when he first got it, now he could manage about four inches. That’s where he was now, four inches down, kneeling on the floor, trying to sit on it. He felt the large section that was slick outside his body and looked up at his mama. A tear slipped out the edge of his eye. He wanted it so bad but also he felt so overwhelmed.

Diego sniffled as he got pulled up onto the bed. He smiled a bit when he saw his thick leather collar sitting next to them on the bed. Eudora slipped the heavy weight around his neck, not too tight though because if it was tight it made Diego nervous. The collar was about the comfort of the weight and the heft of ownership.

Eudora positioned him to straddle one of her thighs. He poked his bottom lip out and she kissed it and scratched behind his ears. He bent down to kiss her and he made happy little noises as she licked into his willing mouth. He closed his eyes and relaxed as she licked across his teeth and sucked on his tongue. He felt gummy and loose as she pulled away. He bent and let his head drop down onto her shoulder. He was so subdrunk on it all. The surrounded feeling, warm and loved. Eurdora ran her hands down his back to rest and knead at his ass.

“Oh poor baby. Poor little di. Don’t worry we’ll try again later okay? You’ll be able to fit it eventually. For now look what I have for you.” The cop says softly and gestures down at her thigh where a small harness rests with Diego’s favorite little vibrator is positioned. Diego looked down and his cock jumped.

Diego perked up and moved so he could reach back and slip the small toy into himself. He easily sat down onto it and smiled, it always fit into him so perfectly. Eudora smiled and rubbed her hands across his stomach, purposefully avoiding his heavy erection, he ran up until she could rub and tug at his nipples.

Diego moaned and shoved down onto her thigh, silently begging for her to use her remote to turn the vibe on. Eudora hits his thigh and scolds him.

“Patience! Do not be greedy. Slutty pup.” She said but turned the vibrator onto the third of six levels. Diego moaned loudly and started to pant. His tongue lolled out the side of this mouth and his eyes crossed. This was his favorite toy for a reason. It always sat so nicely against his ‘cute spot’. His cock was dripping with precum as he ground down and wiggled his hips around.

“You’re so pretty. Such a good boy. My good boy. Take what you need baby. Take it. You look so pretty sitting on your toy like this. My perfect pretty boy.” Eudora praised him as she scratched down his chest until she ended up at his cock. Diego whined loudly and yelled out when she wrapped one hand around his erection and let her other hand rub and play with his balls.

“Almost there. I know you’re so close, Diego. Come for me, baby. Come for mama.” Eudora said. Diego fell apart. He moaned loudly and screamed as Eudora worked him through it. She let go of his testicles and rubbed his tummy as gushes of cum flooded from the red tip of his cock. He panted and whined when she continued to rub him after he finished.

Eudora turned the vibe off and helped Diego lift up off of it and lay down next to her. She put the sticky vibe on the bedside and put away the thigh harness. She brought him a bottle of water and changed her shirt.

“Puppy, how do you feel?” She said as she lounged against the pillows next to the still trembling man, she ran her fingers through his short hair. Diego looked up at her with big glazed over eyes.

“I-I love you” He said in a yell roughened voice. He looked so vulnerable.

“I love you too baby. I love you so much. But how do you feel?” She said again and watched him take small sips of water.

“Um… smushy.” He said and flicked his eyes away from his dom. She nodded.

“That’s alright. You can feel smushy. Do you want something to eat? Want me to feed you something?” Eudora asked and rubbed at the space behind his ears. Diego sat up onto his butt and winced slightly.

“C-can I-I have um… ce-cer-cereal. Please ma-mama” Diego said and looked up at her.

Eudora nodded and ruffled his hair as she stood up. Cereal usually meant he wanted to be a puppy for a while longer. She would feed him and then he would go to the bathroom and take off his collar by himself.

Eudora had to admit she felt a lot more relaxed now.

#fanfic #egg_company #smut tag #tua diego #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves smut #the umbrella academy fanfic #the umbrella academy #diego x eudora #eudora patch

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nighttimescribbles · 2 years ago

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“Just a boy and his dog…”

Sorry for the silence, Bub. still getting my bearings but i wanted to show you this as quick as I could. My take on Harry's origin story. In a much, much earlier and unrelated draft, beagles also appeared in relation to Zeke. I think it's fate. not proofed. sorry for any spag errors/typos/funnies.

“Clare, no.”

“Clare, yes.”

Before he could utter another word in protest, Zeke found himself hauled into the spacious foyer of the Smiths’ home. Their heavy front door slammed shut behind him.

“Now,” his old friend and colleague, Clare Smith, dusted her hands and beamed at him in what could only be described as malicious glee. Behind her, her husband, Erwin Smith, whistled to himself as he contemplated the ceiling, hands shoved in his pockets.

“We’re popping out for a fair at Shrekky’s school -”

Said Shrekky made her presence known by unleashing a nuclear squeal as she battered through the second floor of the house, half-shod and followed by the joyous barks and thumping steps of the family’s three spaniels. Neither of her parents batted an eye.

“- it’ll take all afternoon, but I expect we’ll be back by evening. You shouldn’t have too much trouble. They’re only a couple of days old, and mum’s so lovely. Takes such good care of them and barely leaves their side -”

Zeke raised his eyes to the din echoing through the ceiling. Shrekky had, by now, made her way in and out of her room, slamming doors and thundering down the steps hollering about being ready to go. Erwin, spotting an opportunity, murmured something about seeing to his daughter and bowed out. Zeke glared daggers into the back of his blond head.

“Clare, I’ve never been a zookeeper,” Zeke whined in last-ditch protest.

His friend rolled her eyes and dragged him by the arm into the recesses of the house. “I’m not running a zoo. Just asking you to mum-and-pup-sit a little, is all. You owe me a favour and I’m calling it in now, Jaeger. Look.”

He looked. One corner of the Smiths’ expansive kitchen was overrun by an enormous dog pen.

“Aren’t they darling?” Clare cooed from the threshold, her grip on poor Zeke’s arm unrelenting. At the sound of her voice, the female beagle lying inside the pen raised her head, snuffled quietly, and stared at the newcomers with the largest, most soulful eyes. All around her, squeaking and burrowing into her belly, were her jellybean-shaped pups, snouts still pearly pink and eyes closed but already sporting their tell-tale black-tan-and–white beagle coats.

Clare crouched beside them and put her hand out for the mum. The dog nuzzled into her palm as Zeke watched impassively on.

“You and Erwin are raising beagles now, too?” He sounded less than impressed, though unsurprised. There was always something interesting going on at the Smith home, and most of the time, it had to do with turning the ancient, respectable estate into a right proper menagerie.

“Don’t be silly,” Clare scoffed. “We’ve our hands full seeing to Jasper, Pippa, Tim, and their ringleader, Shrekky. Erwin and I are only temporarily housing these cuties until they can go to better homes.”

“These fleabags having a hard time finding takers, eh?”

In spite of himself (and the disapproving look Clare sent his way), Zeke, too, reached for the momma beagle. She gave his proffered fist a thorough sniff, deemed it acceptable, and blessed it with several welcoming licks. Her pups squirmed. A particularly feisty one pushed himself up off his mum’s belly, threw his little head back, and hollered at the bringer of the new smell.

Zeke clicked his tongue (the most amusement he deigned show) and gave the pup a gentle scratch on the forehead. The little one yodelled some more, hurling himself to and fro, before finally settling back down with a contemptuous snuffle.

Clare snorted. “This one’s taken after you already.”

“Very funny.”

She patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t be looking so morose, Zekey. Think of it as your good deed of the year. Lord knows you’re terribly short of your quota.”

“You’re not being very persuasive.”

“Look after them for an afternoon and I’ll never ask another favour of you ever again.”

Zeke’s look of disbelief said it all.

Clare shoved him. “Oh, come on,” she wheedled. “Have a spot of humanity.” Stroking the mother beagle who still looked hopefully up at them, “Poppy was just rescued from the lab along with several hundred other poor souls. She was fit to burst with all her pups but wouldn’t have them. And can you blame her? Ferried from shelter to shelter, all of them unfit for this poor momma -”

“Wait a minute.” Zeke narrowed his eyes at her. It wasn’t so long ago - only earlier that week, in fact - that the tenacious Clare Smith landed once again in the papers for having successfully caused the release of loads upon loads of dogs from an animal testing facility. Erwin had preened non-stop about his wife over it, and Clare herself had made some righteous, teary-eyed vow on national T.V. about giving those poor animals a better future.

“You did not.”

“Did not what?”

Feigned innocence did not become Clare.

“Poppy is one of those lab beagles.”

Clare sniffed. “She doesn’t live in a lab anymore.”

“You named her Poppy!”

“Every dog has the right to a name!”

“And you let her give birth in your house!”

“I couldn’t very well throw her out in the cold, could I?”

Zeke groaned, face in his hands. “And now I’m stuck baby-sitting them.”

“That’s the spirit! The sooner you come to terms with it, the better!”

From the front of the house echoed Shrekky’s and her dad’s excited conversation. A minute later, Clare’s little bundle of joy bellowed for her momma to hurry up. Clare rose.

“That’s me. Gotta go. Don’t want to be late for the most important school fair of the season!”

Zeke shot her a pleading, chagrined look. He appeared especially pitiful squatting on his heels beside Poppy’s pen (which Shrekky had lined with the brightest, most garish floral print known to man and ogre) in his cashmere sweater and perfectly tailored coat.

Clare patted his shoulder. “Good deed of the year, Zekey. We’ll be back before seven.”

—

The Smiths were not, in fact, back before seven. Shrekky’s school fair was a huge hit, and her prominent parents an even bigger success. Quite forgetting Zeke and his litter of ‘fleabags’ back home, the excited young family went out for supper, and then ice cream afterwards, before finding their way back around eleven-ish.

The Smith home blazed with light. Shrekky was fast asleep in her daddy’s arms. Clare unlocked the front door and was immediately met with the wagging tails of Pippa, Jasper, and Tim.

“Where’s Zeke, then?” Clare whispered to her babies, who whined and danced in and out of her legs and led her inside.

Couch cushions and an old afghan were strewn all over the living room carpet, the ruins of a puppy-sized plush fort. The trail led directly to the kitchen, the floor of which was peppered with milky dust. Pippa’s, Jasper’s, and Tim’s bowls were at their usual places by the kitchen island, licked clean (if not also overturned). The wrappings their dinner came in were neatly scraped and hurriedly shoved to one side of the kitchen counter, where they were left forgotten beside an open can of formula Clare had never seen before. She gave it a sniff, shut the lid properly, and peered at the label.

Premium goat’s milk. Organic. Enriched for lactating dogs.

Poppy’s pen was ajar. Zeke’s feet stuck out of one end of it. The rest of him was sprawled inside, dead asleep on his back on the cold kitchen tile. Poppy had curled up on his coat and was burrowed into his side, snoring. Her pups had likewise made themselves comfortable around their new bedmate. One had crept into the wrist of Zeke’s cashmere sweater, while a pair of squeaking girls buried their little faces into his beard. Their brother - the feisty, noisy one - had crawled down the neck of Zeke’s shirt and had fallen asleep with his round little bum tucked under Zeke’s chin and his tail all over Zeke’s mouth. The rest of the litter flopped like molten clocks all over his face and head.

Erwin sidled up to his wife and peered over her shoulder at their friend. “Should we wake him?”

Clare didn’t even take a moment to consider. “Nah. Better to let them grow on him.”

—

Over the next few weeks, Zeke made more frequent appearances at the Smith’s under the pretext of embracing his ‘uncle duties’. Whether he was more an uncle to Shrekky or to Poppy and her babies, remained unclear.

One morning, eight weeks to the day he was roped into Poppy’s world, Zeke felt an overwhelming hankering to take his usual morning jog past the Smith house for a change. And since he was already there, he figured, good old Uncle Zeke might as well drop in and enliven their day.

Except he found the Smiths’ home already chaotic.

It wasn’t eight o’clock in the morning yet, but the driveway was already backed up with cars and the lawn crawling with people - mostly families with beaming, bouncing children in tow. Zeke spotted Shrekky in the thick of it, making playmates and showing off the puppies - beagle puppies - in her arms. Nearby, her parents chatted with a handful of people wearing shirts emblazoned with a rescue shelter’s logo.

Zeke wove through the crowd and caught Clare by the upper arm.

“What’s going on?”

She was tremendously pleased to see him, if her wide, toothy grin was any indication. Gesturing to the shelter people, “It’s adoption day! Poppy and her babies are going to their forever homes today!”

A couple with a gaggle of noisy children walked past with their own beagle puppy. Zeke acutely felt the strange sinking feeling in his stomach.

“All of them?”

He didn’t catch Clare throwing a wink Erwin’s way. “Quite,” she said, linking her arm in his and steering him towards the house. “Huge turnout we have today. I’m pretty sure they’ll all be snapped up and gone soon. Take the chance to say good-bye. You’re their favourite uncle.” She tried not to snigger as she said that.

Zeke rolled his eyes but obediently followed her inside through the living room and the by-now familiar kitchen. The pen he had grown so used to seeing was dismantled now. Poppy and her babies had no use for it anymore. All that remained now was the gaudy floral blanket, making a last stand at hosting Poppy and her last remaining pup.

“Poor girl’s gone shy at all the commotion,” Clare explained.

Zeke sank onto the tile. Poppy’s tail wagged and her little face brightened at the sight of him. The roly-poly pup raising a ruckus beside her tumbled incessantly, barking for Zeke’s attention and pawing at his knee. Without a second thought, Zeke scooped the pup up and plonked him onto his lap, where he promptly began to bat and chew at the ends of Zeke’s hoodie strings.

“Who’s taking Poppy?” he suddenly asked. The dog had made herself comfortable with her head on his palm and was growing drowsy-eyed with contentment as she received a good chin rubbing.

“A man with a lovely farm,” Clare replied, watching the proceedings from the door. Zeke was completely engrossed, back to her and bent head almost level with Poppy’s and her baby’s. “She’ll have plenty of space to run and be a dog.”

“She’ll have plenty of room at your country place, too.”

Clare bit back a smile at that. “There’s a thought. We’ve all become fond of her.”

As Poppy snoozed on Zeke’s lap, her little pup clawed up Zeke’s sweatshirt, found himself hanging in mid-air by his sharp little claws, and let out a horrified howl. His mother’s ears twitched, but otherwise, she did not move. It was Zeke who laughed, untangled the tiny adventurer, and brought him up to face level.

“And this pint-sized gremlin?” he asked. “Who’s to be saddled with him?”

“Probably another family with a bunch of wailing kids who can spend all day running hi8m silly” Clare nonchalantly replied.

Zeke’s mouth thinned and his brows came together. “You mean he isn’t spoken for?”

“Nah.”

“No one wanted him enough to put in a reservation?” Zeke demanded, twisting around and sounding personally offended for the puppy, who was busying himself going to town leaving teeny tiny teeth puncture marks on the front of Zeke’s sweatshirt.

Clare shrugged.

“Is everybody in the world blind?” Zeke raved. In his indignation, he’d risen to his knees, puppy still possessively clutched to his chest. “How could anybody look at this face-” he gesticulated at the pup like he was showing off a national treasure, “and these little feetsies and not want him?”

The corners of Clare’s mouth twitched wildly. “Feetsies?”

Zeke didn’t hear or notice. He was too busy ranting about how people never saw the good that was right under their noses.

“Zeke, who are you to talk? You always called them ‘little gremlins’.”

“Because they are!” He looked down at the pup in his arms. It paused mid-gnaw, stared back at him, let out the biggest yawn its tiny face could muster, and hurled itself against his chest.

“He’s taken a real shine to Uncle Zeke,” Clare laughed. When there was no response forthcoming, she turned away to leave. “I need to get back to everybody up front. Take your time with them.”

‘Uncle Zeke’ did not remain long in the kitchen. Clare had not been gone fifteen minutes than her friend wandered out the front door, sweatshirt on backwards and Poppy in his arms. He strode right up to Clare and Erwin and deposited Poppy into Clare’s arms.

“Keep her,” he said, all stony-faced seriousness. Tilting his chin towards his chest, “And I’ll keep this pint-sized gremlin for myself.”

Stuffed into the fleece of the ample hoodie of his sweatshirt, Poppy’s last boy lolled contentedly on his back, blinking into the morning light and reaching with his soft pink paws. Zeke grinned at him and couldn’t resist reaching in to tickle the pup’s fat belly.

“We’re off to go shopping,” he announced to his friends, “Harry and I.”

Erwin’s brows went up. Clare crossed her arms and put on the smug-est grin in her arsenal. “Harry?”

Zeke made a face at her. “The gremlin. He wants to be called Harry. Told me himself.”

Clare’s satisfaction, if any, only expanded. “Of course,” she cooed. “Now where are you and Harry off to in such a rush?”

Zeke sniffed importantly. “To the shops, of course. We’re going to clean out the fanciest, best damn pet store in town to stick it to them.”

Erwin looked utterly bewildered. “Stick it to who?”

His wife gently patted his chest. “To everyone who didn’t deign fight over little Harry, of course. Right, Zeke?”

Terror-in-the-criminal-court Prosecutor Zeke Jaeger nodded curtly. “A big box of toys for Harry and presents for Poppy, too, to celebrate her staying.” Leaning forward, he petted her head. “Just you wait for Uncle Zeke to be back!”

Clare and Erwin watched him melt into the crowd with a pep to his step, whistling to himself and both hands cradled underneath his backwards hoodie.

“He forgot to sign the adoption papers,” Erwin remarked.

Clare laughed. “I’ll run them to his office on Monday morning.” For now, she was more than satisfied to watch them go on their merry way, a big old boy and his little dog.

#kabalians #the kabal multiverse of madness #fillers #harry's origin story

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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How about a Chris x reader one shot where they find out if the baby is a boy or a girl? And they announce their pregnancy to the world via a cute insta post of dodger saying he’s leveled up to big brother status?

a/n: y’all got me in baby fever 🥺 I love this sm.

For a good amount of time, you and your husband Chris have been trying for a baby.

The very day you tried a test, and it came back positive, Chris was ecstatic. He literally scooped you up in his arms and spun you around, pressing many kisses to your face.

Chris Evans was most definitely ready to be a dad.

About four months in, it was finally time to find out the gender of your baby.

In the car you and Chris talked a mile a minute, talking about hundreds of names.

“Tobias?”

“Christopher, what planet are you on? No way!”

He laughed, “ok ok, how about Cooper?”

“Good redemption, bubs.”

Arriving at the appointment, your nerves were laced with excitement and you could tell Chris was the same.

As he sat on the waiting room bench with you, you could see his leg bouncing, a nervous habit.

Tenderly, you placed your hand on his knee and kissed his temple.

“It’s gonna be okay, big guy.”

He tried his best to give you a genuine smile and instead pulled you close for a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Mrs. Evans?”

You looked up to see a nurse, clipboard in hand and polite smile.

Standing from the bench, you held out a hand for your husband.

Placing his large hand in yours, he gently squeezed it as his figure stood beside you, the two of your trailing the nurse ahead.

The doctor came in and politely held a conversation with you as he put the cold gel on your lower stomach.

With the ultrasound wand pressed to your skin, he pointed out different things on the screen, both yours and Chris’s eyes glued to the machine as it held your future.

The both of had agreed that either gender you’d be happy to have, because in the end, he or she would be your first child and you’d love them regardless.

All you and Chris had wished for was a healthy baby.

And so far, that is what you had.

The little heartbeat could be heard, and even though it wasn’t the first time, tears still pricked your eyes.

After some searching and explaining of the image, the doctor came to his conclusion.

“Congrats Mr. and Mrs. Evans, it’s a boy!”

The doctor momentarily stepped out to give you and Chris some time.

Immediately your husband practically jumped you, reaching over from his seat for a hug.

“We did it, baby!”

He wore a silly grin as he looked down on you.

You gazed up through your eyelashes, happy smile as well.

The two of you shared a quick victory kiss before returning to your respective seats as the doctor would soon return.

On the car ride back, you and Chris called the family members telling them that you had found out a gender.

Of course, Chris’s siblings and parents insisted you’d meet up for dinner this weekend, claiming you needed a proper gender reveal party.

Overwhelmed with the immenses out of love from the family, you readily agreed.

You and Chris both knew the other Evans would have a lot up their sleeves, despite having already revealed the gender to them.

“Hey Handsome, since we’ve already told the family, what do you say about telling your fans?”

Chris reached over the console with his free hand. He always like to hold your hand in the car. Ever the romantic.

“I think that’s a good idea, sweetheart! You know they love Dodge.”

With a smirk you replied, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Chris chuckled at your enthusiasm and the two of you brain stormed some ideas.

Once home, you ran in, quickly grabbing Dodger who happily followed his momma.

With a few treats in hand, you got Dodger to sit in the yard.

The sun was out bright making for a good quality video.

Yes, you were really worrying at the quality of your gender reveal video. It was your first child, might as well do it 100%.

anyway, Chris handed you the ultrasound picture as you handed him the phone.

The announcement was last minute so you just used the supplies that were at your disposal.

Dodger had a blue bandanna from a birthday party and he proudly wore it once again.

Lately, he’s been protective of you, as if he knew you were expecting.

He was thrilled to be a big brother needless to say.

With Dodger sitting in the plush grass, bandanna on, and ultrasound at his feet, you added the final touches to the scene as you saw fit.

Backing up, you stood beside Chris who started filming.

“Hey lovely people! We have a big surprise for you all. Isn’t that right Dodger?”

Chris began talking to the camer and Dodger, who wagged his tail in response to his name being called.

“That’s right,” you chimed in, “You’re gonna be a big brother aren’t you bubba?”

With the best playful voice you had, you riled up Dodger who excitedly barked.

“Woooooooof.” - Dodger

Tired of obeying, the pup stood up and trotted over to you, jumping up for a kiss.

You giggle and got down on the ground where Dodger attacked you with licks.

Chris moved the camera your way, and in between laughs, tried to finish up the announcement.

“Well folks, you heard it here first! And as you can see Dodger is very excited to be a big brother.”

You continued to giggled and tried to wave goodbye as the dog continued to lick your face nonstop.

Announcement over, Chris ended the video and posted it to his story.

Story posted, the man tossed his phone aside as he knew the world would go nuts any second now.

Getting down on the ground with you, Chris helped you up from the ground, allowing you to sit back on your heels.

He laughed at your disheveled state and pulled you into a hug, fixing your ruffled hair as he did so.

The two of you stood from the ground, Chris’s arms around your waist and your hands on his chest.

You looked up into his eyes are he wore his signature smile.

“Congratulations, Mr. Evans.”

He kissed your lips, “Congratulations, Mrs. Evans.”

A/N: sorry if that was bad �� (i had to do a headcanon sorry love!) but requests are open!

part two “LIVESTREAM” is on my master list :)

#Chris Evans x reader #chris evans

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hazzascrrls · 3 years ago

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His weak Mate Ch 4.

Harry’s POV

“Pup?” I called my mate

“Yeah?” she asked

“You fine?” I asked

“Mhmm…” she said

“Pup…” I said in a little warning tone

“No..” she admitted

“Do you want me to help? I asked

“Yeah…” she admitted

I got up from the sofa and went inside the washroom. I saw Vanya looking at her shirt and then her plaster and the up at me. I chuckled and went closer to her. I helped her put her shirt on.

“Bub? Why’d you say you didn’t need my help before?” I asked

“I-uh… thought I could do it on my own” she said

“Bubby you have a plaster on hand you won’t be able to wear a shirt on your own. It’s fine to ask my help dove” I said and she nodded

“Come on” I said and we went out of the washroom

“I want you to meet my family” I said and I could feel Vanya tense up

“It’s alright bub. Gemma already likes you. I- uh… started to like you erm.. when you left. I’m pretty sure mum and Robin would like you too” I said

“You – you like me?” I asked

“Y-yeah” I said

“I like you too” she said and I smiled

“Can I – Can I kiss you?” I asked and she nodded and pushed my lips against her softly and I kissed her bottom lip for a second then her upper and then I dragged my tongue against her lip she opened her mouth a little and I pushed my tongue inside and our tongues battelled for domination. I won and explored her mouth using my tongue she bit my lower lip a bit and I moaned which caused her to smile in the kiss my hands trailed from my side to her waist to pull her a little closer to me and she trailed her hands from my back to my head and pulled a little on my hair which caused me to moan again.

“Ehm” Someone cleared their throat behind us

We broke apart and I turned around to see Gemma standing there with a smirk on her face.

“Even though you’re my brother. That was hot” Gemma said

“Okay” I hear Vanya say and when I looked at her, she was backing away from us.

“VANYA!” I heard someone scream coming into the room

“ROSS!” I heard Vanya scream and she ran to him and hugged him

My wolf growled in Jealousy.

Who is he?

I don’t know Czar

“Ehm” I cleared my throat

“Who are you?” I asked this Ross guy

“Harry, this is Ross my gay best friend and Ross this Harry my mate” Vanya said

“You’re hot” Ross said

Vanya growled and hugged me

“He’s mine” she snarled

“All yours baby girl” I said and kissed her nose and she smiled

“Come on bubba. Let’s go home” I said and she nodded.

We reached the pack house and were greeted by the boys fighting over a piece of pizza.

“YOUR SAVIOUR IS HERE!” Vanya exclaimed and went over to the box picked the piece up and ate.

“Between the cats fighting the monkey got the piece” Vanya said

“VANYA!!!” The guys said and hugged her

“Ow! Guys broken arm!!!” she said and the boys stepped away.

“Baby! Are you hurt? Did they hurt? I’ll kill them” I said

“I’m fine Haz” She said “Can’t you all see?” I asked the lads

“Hazza it’s fine” she said

“Ok” I said

“Let’s get you settled you need some rest” I said

“But- “She was about

“Vanya” I said in my alpha tone

“Yes Alpha” she said and went to our room.

“Louis” I said and he followed me

“What have you found?” I asked

“So, as I was looking through the old papers you know that every pack has of other pack. Well, I found out that we didn’t have any and I mean any. So I contacted betas of our allied packs and turns out none, none of the pack have any any information on them.” Louis said

“So, I sent some spies over there and it turns out that they well treat there pack really badly. We couldn’t get any information of Alpha Justin though. I’m sorry” Louis said

“It’s fine. Thanks for that much though. I’ll ask Vanya” I said and he nodded and he left.

Vanya’s POV

I was in the room blasting Year 3000 by the Jonas Brothers when Harry came in.

“Baby I know you’re tired….” He was about to complete

“I’m not” I whined and pouted and Harry gave me a look but I kept on pouting. He came over to me and gave a kiss on my put and I smiled and he shook his head.

“Silly puppy” he said

“Hey!” I said acting offended

“I’m sorry baby” he said

“It’s fine” I said

“Bubba I need you to tell me everything you know about Alpha Justin” I asked and I could see her physically tense up

“J-Justin?” I asked

“Yeah” he said

“Justin… He’s um.. manipulative. He made me feel special but at the same time broke me in ways I couldn’t imagine without me even knowing. After my break up with Justin I started to realize all the changes in me. I was rude, snobbish, I guess. He changed me in the worst way possible. He made me feel worthless yet at the top of the world at the same time and I have no idea how. I loved him and hated him. I wanted to kill him yet get killed for him. He confused me. He is the Devil Harry. He knows how to play with peoples feeling.” I said and harry hugged me

“I am so sorry you had to go through that dove” Harry said

“It’s fine Hazza” I said and he smiled

“Have you ever been to their pack?” He asked

“No… he never took me there” I said

“Cuddle time!” I said and dragged him on the bed with me and laid on top of him while he was laughing.

#harrystyles #wolfrry #oc #werewolf #alpha

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 5 years ago

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same anon, i think i’m just going to sign myself as 💕 i love your blurbs, thank you so much😘 maybe one with chris jealous of dodger because he’s got your attention?

Wouldnt they be so cute though, both trying to get your attention? It would be hard to pick between the two sweet boys!

So Dodger is so fucking cute. We all cant even get over it, especially you. Everytime your over at Chris’s house, your kinda all about seeing Dodger for at least the first hour. Clapping your hands when you come in the house, whistling your little sing song.

“Dodger! Come here boy!” And over he would come, bounding right to you and sitting so pretty, paws up in the air, tongue lolling out his mouth, you immediantly go to your knees and hug him, ruffling his ears. Chris happens to pop his head out of the livingroom and stands there with arms folded over his chest, chuckling. “I think you love him more then me some days.” He teases, and you shrug your shoulders, kissing Dodgers nose.

“Well Chris, look at my boy?! Hes adorable.”

Yea, Dodger was ‘Your Boy’ already filling you phone with pupper selfies.

Getting up, you go to Chris and wrap your arms around his neck, tipping up to your toes and giving him a playful kiss, nibbling on his fuller bottom lip. “But your my man.” you promise, and Chris chuckles deep in his chest, drawing you in close to him.

“Fair compromise Love.”

Later he suggests going out to dinner, wanting to treat you out since he knew from text convos youve had a long week. But your wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, Dodger sprawled across your lap, and you tilt your head looking at the soft pup all snoring, his paws sticking up in the air. Its a cute moment, and your loathe to make him move.

“How about Pizza instead.” You motion to Dodger snoring on your lap. Chris scoffs a bit.

“Really baby? You dont want to go out tonight to your favorite place?”

You shake your head and Chris sighs, hiding a grin a bit and shaking his head. “You just dont want to move Dodger do you?”

Busted....

That night Chris is brushing his teeth, its late, and honestly hes happy to get to spend the night with you, having been gone the past several weeks. Course he seemed to be playing second fiddle to Dodger... Should have kept him at Scotts another day, Chris thought to himself. Was he actually a bit jealous of his dog? No no... hes a dog.

So when Chris came out of the bathroom to see Dodger firmly at your side, in the middle of the bed, thats when he knew he needed to put his foot down.”Come on Bub, out” You sit up in bed, a questioning look on your face as obediently Dodger sprang up and left the room, grabbing his stuffed lion on his way out.

“Why you sending Dodger out?”

Chris firmly closed the door and shut off the lights “Cause Babygirl, I dont feel like sharing my bed with anyone but you.” He smirked as he leaned over you and his hand went to your hip, drawing you into a deep kiss, crawling over you in the bed, your hand slides around to gently grasp his back while he starts peppering kisses down your neck and over your collarbone.

“Oh! well silly me... I definety dont want an audience.” Giggling as you get comfy underneath him.

Dodger lost this round.

Next morning your still sleeping, but Chris is an early riser and untangling himself, he went to go check on Dodger, who was sleeping in his bed with his lion. Hearing his person, his head lifted and Chris opened the door wider, calling him to join the two of you. Immediately Dodger raced down the hall and jumped up in bed, snuffling against your face and Chris joined in to, laying on his side. “Easy boy!” You laugh, getting Dodger to lay between the two of you and enjoying the early morning cuddles.

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ohtheseboysilove · 6 years ago

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Insanely yours [Ben Hardy x F!Reader] !Epilogue!

Words : 5,100 K + (it totally went out of control)

Warnings : language, tiny bit of steamy time, angst, fluffy shit

Summary : Ben is being weird. You find the reason when you come back home earlier than expected.

Note : Here it is, last part of Insanely yours...please tell me what you think, if you’re happy with Reader desicion or disappointed ect, want to know everything xx

Also we know absolutely nothing about Ben’s family so in my story he got sisters but it’s not real important anyway

Masterlist & Requests

@/ none of these gifs are mine xx

Around 6 years later...

The sun was caressing deliciously your skin, only covered by a light summer dress. The wind was blowing softly in your loose hairs as you stretched your arms lazily. A book in your lap and a fresh lemonade in your hand, yeah life was good.

"Daddy catch me !" You smiled sweetly as your three years old son, jumped enthusiastically in the swimming pool, your husband catching him right when he entered the warm water. His giggle echoing in the garden and it was definitively one of your favourite sound in the whole world. "Can we play shark again ?" He asked with a pout, his small arms crossed behind your husband neck, his inflatable rubber ring in a dinosaur shape safely hanging around his waist. "You want to play Shark, again ? We played for hours this morning Bunny !" He pressed a loud kiss on his nose and your son giggled even more. "Please, daddy ! Do the shark !" Your husband sighed and wiggles his eyebrows before chasing your little boy in the water. He screamed loudly, trying to swim the quickest possible to escape the "shark" aka daddy. When your husband disappeared under the water, your son gasped worriedly, looking everywhere to find his father. Suddenly he reappeared and caught your son by the waist, making him laughed in a high pitched voice. "Alright Bunny, let’s go see mom and the little princess, I could have a snack now. How do ice cream sound to you buddy ?" Your husband tousled your son’s locks with a wink and they both get out from the pool, your little boy running happily to you. "Mummy ! Dad said I can have some ice cream !" His pretty eyes sparkling excitedly at the thought of the sweet dessert waiting for him in the fridge. "You’re so lucky !" You exclaimed as you put a towel around his little shoulders, rubbed his skin slightly. "Which flavour you’re going to choose sweetie ? Pistachio or chocolate ?" Your hand gently pushing away the wet hairs from his eyes. "Hmm, probably chocolate" He scrunched his cute little nose as he thought intensely and nodded before running to the kitchen. Your husband, well wet husband sat next to you in the long chair, pushing your legs away. You whined as he shook vigorously his head, drops of waters flying on you. "Hey would you stop that ? We already have three dogs, I don’t want an other one, you dork” You chuckled and pushed away his pouty face. "How are my favourite girls ?" He asked as he lay down next to you, squeezing you tightly but you happily rested most of your body on his chest, shivers running through your spine at the freshness of his skin. "We are perfectly fine” You replied as both of you looked toward the little mattress on the grass, your baby girl of three months peacefully sleeping under the shadow of the tree. Next to here was Lennon, snoring quietly, her little nose resting on her stomach, in a protective way. "She is so pretty, I can’t believe we did that" You gently stroke your husband’s jaw, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips as he sighed happily. "I love you sweet cheek" He murmured and you hummed softly, your gaze lost in his incredible eyes. "And I can’t thank you enough for our wonderful family you give us" "Well, if I remembered correctly, you were pretty helpful in the process, love” He snorted lightly before stealing a sip of your drink. " We did that as a team, love and I would like to say we’re a damn good team" You pecked his mouth, now tasting lemonade and he happily reciprocated the kiss, his hand resting on your hips. "We are an amazing team hon, the best of the best" He squeezed your waist playfully. "Daddy ! Mummy !" Your son came back, his mouth covered in chocolate as the rest of the ice cream was in the bowl he was carrying. Next to him was Bowie running, the newest addition to the family, a cute little puppy that you and your husband offered to your son for his third birthday. And walking calmly behind was Frankie, her usual brown furs covered now in grey as she wasn’t a young pup anymore but still the sweetheart as ever. "How is the ice cream bub ?" You asked as you cleaned his messy face with a tissue. "Good mummy !" He put a spoonful in his mouth, humming loudly before rubbing playfully his belly. "Oh boo-boo is awake !" He turned to his little sister and carefully took her tiny hand in his, he smiled widely when she grabbed one his finger, babilling curiously. "Hey, here is the daddy’s girl" You husband cooed completely under the spell of the little one, taking her in his arm, her small head resting on his bare chest. "Did you sleep well my love ?" He gently stroke her back as she slowly emerged from sleep, a little yawn escaping from her mouth. You heart beamed strongly in your chest as this adorable sight, you love them so fucking much, you didn’t know it was possible to love someone that much but three ! It was truly insane but in the most perfectly way. "What’s wrong with boo-boo ?" Asked your son as he took a closer look as his baby sister, her little face twisting in a grimace. "I think she’s hungry honey” You replied to your son as you made grabby hands toward your husband for the baby. He humphed a bit but gave you the little girl who was crying loudly now.

“I can share my ice-cream with you !” Exclaimed innocently your son, shoving his bowl under the nose of his sister.

“That’s very nice Bunny but your sister is too young for ice cream, for now she only drink Mommy’s milk” Explained your husband as your son climbed on his lap, looking curiously at you.

You carefully placed your baby on your chest and moved slightly your bikini top, freeing one of your breast, cooed gently at her as she immediately started sucking on your nipple, her face relaxing progressively. You son watched silently for few minutes, his brows furrowed slightly then he turned to his father.

“Can we go play Shark in the pool ?”

You coughed to hide a laugh but your husband saw you anyway, giving you a pouty face.

“Oh Bunny, don’t you rather do some colouring ? Or we can do a puzzle ?” He faked a big enthusiast smile to convince the little boy.

“No daddy, I really want to play Shark with you !” He beamed, tugging as his father’s arms. “Come on daddy !”

“Yeah you should go daddy” You teased, knowing perfectly that your husband was dreaming to lay down for a nap under the warm sun, but the perks of being a father...your kids became the priority number one. He opened his mouth to chat you back but you shushed him with a finger. “I carried nine months each of these little sweethearts, so you own me eighteen months of parent’s job” You smiled cheekily and he just sighed dramatically.

“Alright, if you want to play dirty...no sex for you tonight darling” He put a kiss on your smiling mouth and stood up, shushing your son to the pool. “You will keep those filthy little hands to yourself, far away from this extremely sexy body” He rubbed a hand on his torso before slapping his ass mockingly.

You snorted loudly as you shook your head. “Oh baby, you’re such a dork”

“But a dork that you love” He wiggled his eyebrows and blew you a kiss before joined your son in the pool, jumping with some silly moves in the water.

“A dork, that I love indeed” You smiled and sighed deeply, you never felt happier in your life, the decision you took this day, when Ben came back to you, was honestly one of the greatest your ever made.

And you never regretted it. No a single second. Not when you looked at your beautiful family that decision gave to you.

Flash back :

Ben’s warm lips were glued to yours, body against body and tongues tangled tightly. You moaned softly, you missed him so fucking much, nothing else matter except that he decided to come back to you.

“I love you so much (Y/N)” He mumbled against your mouth, his fingers stroking deeply your lower back. “Missed you, babe” He slid a hand under your shirt, squeezing gently your breast as you sighed, slowly laying down and grabbed Ben, he hovered over you, his smile didn’t leave his face for a second.

“I love you too Ben” You tugged as his shirt and he eagerly took it off and he did the same with your top, exposing your bare nipples to his hungry eyes.

He was finally back to you.

The blond’s pupils were wide and dark from lust, his mouth hovering on your tits, teasing you a bit until your begging moans satisfied him enough to give you what you wanted. Multiple kisses were pressed on your breast, Ben was incredibly soft and sweet with you, his eyes locked with you all the time, the fear of you running away was still deeply rooted in his mind. But you were not going anywhere.

His tongue licked a strip of you burning skin, travelling to your exposed stomach, lazy and comfy sighs were leaving continually your mouth, your fingers tugging gently on his blond locks.

“Babe...Ben...Oh god” His head was between your legs, his teeth nibbling playfully at your thighs, hips jerking uncontrollably. “Mmm feel nice...”

“I know babe, I know what to do to please you” He winked at you, pressing a light kiss on your bitten skin earning a noise between a giggle and a moaning. “Because you’re mine. All mine”

You could swear your heart stopped as soon as these few last words left his mouth. You felt like someone just dropped a bucket full of frozen water on your shoulder, the cold running through your veins in every inches of your body. And Ben immediately sensed your change of behaviour. Your breathing increased heavily but not because Ben’s caresses anymore.

“Babe, you’re alright ?” His smile falling worriedly as you sat up, face still shocked. “(Y/N), hey...what’s wrong ?” He crawled next to you, his hands cupping your jaw. “I’m sorry, it’s too soon I shouldn’t have–“

“Can you repeat what you just said ?” You asked slowly, you voice sounding almost robotic.

Ben blinked few times, trying to understand what was going on.

“I said...I’m...I’m sorry I shouldn’t–“

“Not that Ben ! You snapped angrily and he let his hands fall from your face at your little outburst. “Repeat your words after you said that you know what to do to please me” The blond was completely clueless but he was sweating profusely, his mouth half-open as he tried to remember what he had say.. You stared straight at him, your tense jaw clenching roughly on your features.

“I don’t remember babe, it’s just a thing I said during the moment” His fingers were nervously fidgeting with his tee-shirt on the floor. He knew he messed up somewhere but he could put the finger on it. “(Y/N), I’m sorry if I say something that could offend you–“

A dry chuckled escaped your mouth and you shook your head slowly.

“Offend me ? No, in fact I should thank you Ben.” You grabbed your top and put it back, no wanted to expose your bare chest to his eyes for an other second. He swallowed thickly and followed you when you stood up, his heart pulsating messily into his ribcage, the situation was sliding off his fingers and he didn’t like that at all.

“(Y/N) ?” His voice was weak and full of worries.

“You said : You’re mine. All mine” You replied as you rested your hands on the back of a chair, supporting yourself on it. You felt incredibly ridiculous. Ben looked at you, his big puppy eyes showing his confused emotions. Mostly lost and worried. “Do you know when I heard you say these words for the first time Ben ?” You asked with a fake smile, your eyes were burning with anger. He immediately shook his head, his lower lip tightly trapped in his teeth, biting it roughly. “Come on Benny, take a wild guess”

Your sarcastic tone sent a shiver thought his body, it was the one you used when you were hurt, hiding your sadness with pettiness, clearly announcing troubles. The blond furrowed his brows, he thought deeply, looking for the right answer to please you. Did he say that for one of your birthdays ? Or for your first time together ? Or...he closed brutally his eyes. The sadness and anger in you voice fitting the piece of the puzzle in his mind. Shit. Virginia.

“Yes, fuck right ?” You faked a snort when the guilt drowned his usual jovial face. He remembered now. “I could repeat every single words you said to her that day, Ben. And hers. She replied to you : I’m all yours babe” You spat the last word, absolutely disgusted by this stolen nickname.

How did you let him call you like this again ? And why did you do the same ? Fucking dumb bitch you were.

“Ba– (Y/N), I’m so sorry, I’m fucking sorry–“ He started apologised again but you purely ignored him, you needed him to understand what he did to you, how much he hurt you that day.

“I remember every things Ben, all the little noises you had make, how loud she had scream your name...I tried to erased that afternoon from my memory but I fucking can’t” You grunted through your teeth, Ben’s sobs only adding fuel to your anger. “Every time I close my eyes, that’s all I can see, you fucking her, like nothing else matter”

“You are all what matter (Y/N), only you” He whined with pleading eyes. “It’s was mist–“

You brutally drop a hand on the table, the sound echoing through the room and Ben stopped talking, his Adam's apple bobbing loudly in his throat.

“Don’t you fucking dare say one more time it was a mistake Ben !” You took a deep breath, tugging roughly at your hairs. You were fucking pissed off. And sad. Incredibly hurt. “A drunk kiss at a party, you could eventually call that a mistake, but that...” You chuckled weakly. “It’s not a mistake, fucking and apparently dating, an other girl behind my back for months ! Then dumped me without any hesitation ? That’s a choice Benjamin, not a mistake. You made a choice this day, you chose her over me..” You angrily rubbed your watery eyes and sniffled quietly.

You wished he never had come back to you. He was now forcing you to do a choice you shouldn’t have to do, not after what he did. You knew what you had to do but it wasn’t that easy, sadly.

Ben whispered something that you didn’t here and you chuckled once more.

“If you’re still apologising Jones, you should stop wasting your saliva becau–“

“I broke up with her !” You took a step back at his sudden outburst. “She didn’t end thing between, I did it. It was my choice, not her. I choose you (Y/N)” He knuckles were white from gripping roughly at the chair, he pinched the ridge of his nose, his arms trembling from nerves. “I regretted my decision as soon as I broke up with you. The next morning when I woke up next to Virginia for the first time, you were the only thing on my mind. It felt nothing else than wrong, you were supposed to be in my arms, no one else. And certainly not here”

You were taken aback by his confession, your mind was blinded with confusion.

“You’re lying” You whispered as you curled up on yourself as soon as he tried to reach for you. He dropped his arm and shook his head.

“I’m not. I swear on Frankie and Lennon’s heads (Y/N), I fucked up everything, I’m a stupid asshole who couldn’t see that he had the most beautiful girl in his life because I was a selfish dumbass who felt lonely.” He bit the inside of his cheek to control his anger, the last thing he needed to do was screaming at you when he was the one who was wrong.

“You’re a fucking idiot Benjamin” You knew he was saying the truth, you could see it on his eyes and he wouldn’t bring your lovely girls in this mess if he was lying. He was maybe a selfish prick but he would never do something that could hurt them. Even religiously speaking. “Why did you wait eight months to come back ? Tell me why you abandoned Frankie like a fucking coward if you weren’t happy with this bitch ?” The tears was burning your eyes and your nose was drooling disgustingly, you were a pathetic mess but the situation was completely unreal.

“I was ashamed (Y/N) ! I treated you like shit, I knew you would had never take me back and honestly you deserved so much better than me” he confessed with a desperate voice, his shaky hands grabbing yours. You couldn’t move and you were surprised to still stand on your legs. “I wanted nothing than come back here and begging you like I just did but it wasn’t fair for you. So I stayed with Virginia few more months, trying to persuade myself that I was happy with her. But it wasn’t true” He turned to the shared patio where the dogs were playing happily and sighed sadly. “And for Frankie...I– I couldn’t look at her without seeing you, I was feeling so fucking guilty all the time. And she was so fucking depressed (Y/N), you should have seen her, crying and hiding in behind the sofa in the flat that she didn’t know, looking for you and Lennon every day. It broke my heart to saw her like, and all of her sadness was because of me. So I thought it was better to bring her back to her mom and sister” He chuckled softly when Frankie jumped on Lennon, both of them rolling on the grass, tails waging strongly. “I still think I made the good decision. With Frankie I mean, she is happier here, I can see that”

“Yes, you did the good thing Ben, Lennon was in the same state but I couldn’t...I couldn’t separate myself from her, I was too lonely. Fuck I sound really selfish right now” You chuckled quietly and Ben shook his head, his big eyes softening at your words.

“No (Y/N), don’t say that, you certainly are not selfish, all of this was because of me. Not you.” He cleared his throat, not quite finish with the explications he owned you. “I didn’t plan on coming back to you, even if I was dying to do it but yesterday it was my mom birthday, and ya know all my sisters were here, it was a real nightmare, I totally deserved it and they weren’t tender with me, at all"

You smiled a bit, you knew Ben’s sisters and you could totally see them kicking his ass for dumping you. You had a pretty good relationship with them but after the break-up they understood easily that it was hard for you to keep talking with them. They sent you few texts apologising for Ben’s decision, talking shit about him, you did laugh when you read it but they never mentioned the cheating so you easily guessed that Ben just said he found someone else. It confirmed you that right after.

"My dad didn’t say anything, except I was a big boy and made my own decision but mom and my sis, jesus, they didn’t stop for a single second like every time I saw them these last few months. But yesterday it was mom’s birthday so I couldn’t leave and so I kept drinking and drinking because I knew they were right, about everything. I was so mad and sad...and fucking slashed”

You whined, knowing how could Ben be when he was in a bad mood and drunk.

"So I told them everything" He continued as he rubbed his face, sighing loudly. “I told them I cheated on you, that I completely broke your heart...I swear I never saw my parents so disappointed. My sisters went mad, screaming at me and all, at the end mom kicked me out"

You eyes were the size of dinner plates, not expecting that from your ex stepmother. You did have a good bond but Ben was the only boy she had and she was very attached to him. Even a bit overprotective.

"She really did that ?"

"Yeah she did” He chuckled but it was easily to see how hurt he was about the reject of his family. “She said that she didn’t raise her kids to have this kind of behaviour, that she needed of time to...get over my shitty comportement” He shrugged, pretending it wasn’t a big deal but you knew how important family was for Benjamin, always been. "She was right thought, I fucked up royally with you, I didn’t know I could do something like that" He shook his head, his face twisted with shame.

"Yeah me neither" You replied bitterly, you had few thoughts about why Ben had been weird, feelings for someone else yes, it did painfully crossed your mind but cheating on you...it didn’t even figure in the list.

A silent fell between the two of you, awkward and really uncomfortable. You didn’t know what to do. And he didn’t know either.

"So...after you mother kicked you out, you went back at Virginia’s place and she kicked you out because you were hammered ? Then you ended almost throwing up on my doorstep” You asked, your fingers playing with the hem of your top. You were buying yourself some time to think at the big question you needed to answer :

Could you forget Ben ? Truly and completely ? Continuing your shared life without keeping any grudge against him ? If you gave him an other chance then used his cheating against him in the first next fight you two had, there was no point, expect keeping hurting each other. It would be unhealthy for both of you.

"No I didn’t go to Virginia’s place" He was answering your previous question. You almost forget your asked him as you were completely lost in you thoughts, biting your nails nervously. You glanced at him and his brows were furrowed roughly, like he was almost...offended ? "I went straight here, you were the only person in my mind. And I broke things with Virginian three months ago, she was mad at me all the time because I was distant and it’ wasn’t fair for her either"

The fact that he thought about how unfair it was for this girl and preferred break up with rather than make her suffer longer spread a bitter taste in your mouth. Yes, he was right and did the right thing but why he didn’t do the same for you ?

“I think, deeply I knew I was still in love with you and I didn’t want to tell you...and lose you” He replied the question you didn’t even ask and you weren’t really surprise. Ben could read you like an open book. “Selfish prick I was and now I’m paying the full price” He added with a defeat sigh.

Things weren’t going anywhere. An hour ago you were about to sleep with him, throwing any rest of self-love and pride of yourself in the bin. Then he said these few words who completely ruined the mood and made you remember what he did to you and how weak you were to just take him in your pants at his first try. You were ready to kick him off from your flat but then again, he opened his fucking mouth and shit, this bastard was good with words. He even used the family chord, with his mum’ story. He was desperate and ready to use everything he could to have you back, he clearly told you that. You appreciated his honesty, for once. You could have ask for few days, to think properly but you knew yourself too well. More time meant more conflicted thoughts in your head, the headache already coming at you. It was now or never. Yes or No ? If you said yes, you would take things slowly, giving you time and space to heal. If you said no, it would be truly over you would maybe regret it. Or not. No one could know that.

Ben cleared his throat, his nerves were on the edge as you were silent for some long minutes now. He took few steps closer to you but didn’t touch you, only watching you intensely with his beautiful green eyes, those which made you fall in love but which also break your heart in tiny pieces. You swallowed loudly and he did the same, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.

“Do you think you can give me a second chance ?”

End of the flash back.

You glanced at your baby girl, she was apparently full as she moved her mouth away from your nipple, a small yawn escaping from her perfect little lips. You put back your bikini top and gently moved her, placing her fragile head on your shoulder. You softly rubbed her back, cooing with this childishly voice that everyone made when they spoke to a baby. You kissed her head, inhaling deeply her delightful baby scent, wondering how you get yourself so lucky.

When Ben had ask you the fateful question, you had freeze for a minute. Then you took a deep breath, looking right into the blond’s eyes. You knew the right answer, there was only one acceptable to his request.

And it was no.

You didn’t have a lot of memories of the after. You remembered vaguely ugly cries and begging. But you had keep your head up, it had been hard and truly heart broken, god yes. But you knew you deserved better. And you were damn right.

A month after the second break-up, if you could call it like this, you were in a taxi driving to the airport. You knew London wasn’t for you anymore, not with all these memories of you and Ben, at every corners of every streets there was something that would remember you of your ex-boyfriend and if was being ridiculous how many places you stopped going because of that. You needed to go away from here, more especially from him.

It took you a second to decide where to go. New York. The big apple. A vivacious and full of life, giant city. The perfect cure to heal a heart broken, you were more than ready to go and get lost in this part of the globe.

Maybe you had been a bit to eager and you definitively had rush the things off but luck hadn’t been in your side on your very first day either. When you had arrive at the cheap motel that you had rent for a month, until you found what to do next, the owner of the – rather shitty – establishment had refuse you the entry because of Lennon and Frankie, denied shamelessly the fact that he had say yes when you had call to check directly with him. First day and you were already homeless, walking around the endless city with two tired dogs and a massive luggage, hoping to find another cheap place to stay for you and your baby girls. Honestly you had been on the verge of the tears, stress eating you alive. Then after two hours of useless wandering, a man had steal your handbag with the most important things inside as passport, visa, wallet and credit cart, every vital things to survive in an unknown city. That when you had burst in tears, completely freaking out.

Thankfully you still had your phone in your back pocket and, without any idea of what to do or where to go, you had turn to the only person who knew who was living in New York. You had look in your repertory, hoping you still had his number, and thankfully yes, you did. Between two hysterical hiccups you had call this number for the first time. At that period, he wasn’t even a friend, just...a vague acquittance for you but you didn’t have any other choice.

It had been clearly your faith, all those incidents had push your right onto his arms and you were incredible grateful for that. This man, who had only know you as girlfriend then ex-girlfriend of his good mate Ben, had let you sleep in his guest room for weeks – with your two dogs – without any hesitation after your sobbing and pathetic calls. He had been your greatest support, helping you in every step to get all your identities papers back, giving you a tour of the best secret spots of the city, flat hunting with you, introducing you to his friends...It hadn’t been love at the first sight, your relation were based on a strong friendship, the life saving kind of bond. But after months of friendship then a drunken kiss which led at a confession of shy feelings from both side...It had happen. Falling for this awesome man had been the most natural thing that ever happen to you, no rush about anything, more like a self evidence. You had fall pregnant only few months after you had move together, taking you both by surprise but it didn’t scare you, nothing could scare you with your man at your side. He asked you to marry him a year after the birth of your son, I gave you enough time to lost your baby weight, he had tell you with a goofy grin, you had indeed complain about it for months until you had been back at your normal weight, much confident for trying on dresses . Your wedding have been wonderful then you had buy this big house outside New York, to raise your little family which became bigger with the arrival of Bowie the puppy then recently, your beautiful baby girl.

It was funny how life works, if you hadn’t call him this day, he would probably never have ended marrying you and giving you two beautiful children. But thankfully you did.

So yes, leaving Ben this day was obviously one of the greatest decision you ever made.

But the best one you ever did was definitively to call him. Everything had start with a simple but nervous sentence pronouncing through your phone :

“Hi...is this still the number of Joseph Mazzello ? Oh thank god, Joe, I really need your help, you won’t believe what happen to me”

Hihi my sweet cutie pie Joe was my little easter egg that I couldn’t resist to ad in the story xx

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#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #ben x reader #ben hardy #queen #bohemian rhapsody #borhap

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oghoneytryst · 6 years ago

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xx.

where harry hides his true feelings behind a thoughtful birthday card.

a/n: in which I should be working on requests but instead this pops out.

a piece inspired by this post. enjoy!

When y/n spots a sealed pink envelope crammed between the usual bills and coupons hoarding her small mailbox, she is nothing short of bemused. Only during special occasions, such as her birthday or the holidays, is y/n ever lucky enough to be the recipient of a precious Hallmark card. Otherwise, it is expected of her dreary mail to lack such a colorful and ominous surprise as the one currently cradled in her hands.

Her curious eyes do a quick scan over the back of the envelope, and she notices the return address missing from the top left corner. In its space occupies the name MICK GREENBERG written in sloppy capital letters, two kissy x’s residing just beneath it.

Strange, y/n thinks to herself. She doesn’t seem to recall ever meeting a Mick before, much less a Mick Greenberg who evidently fancies sending thoughtful letters rather than halfhearted texts. Perhaps the card is not meant for her after all, given that she also does not recall ever giving her address to a stranger such as Mick.

Y/n considers taking the pretty envelope back down to give to her landlord in case it is meant for somebody else, but laziness makes her decide against it when she reaches the remaining steps to her floor. While attempting to unlock the front door to her apartment, telling herself that she will turn it in first thing in the morning, her soft eyes catch a glimpse of the scribbling done at the center.

It is then that everything begins to make sense.

With a soft sigh escaping her two lips, y/n twists the key in the lock and shuffles inside her living area. The distant sound of nails clattering along the floorboards brings a smile to her face.

“Hey, precious,” she coos to Ruben, the hyperactive border terrier circling around her feet.

Carelessly tossing her bag to the floor, y/n trudges over to the couch, unbothered by the sheds of dog hair littering the cushions. She pats twice on her lap, motioning for her pet to join her as her new discovery burns in the back of her mind.

RUBEN Y/L/N. The envelope is addressed to her dog, who she ever-so-proudly can recall has a birthday coming up in the next few days. She’s certain that Mick Greenberg is also aware of this momentous occasion, but y/n prefers to allude to Harry by his given name than by his songwriting pseudonym.

A laugh escapes her. It’s been almost a year since their unfortunate parting, where both of them had been so desperately in love but neither had been capable of finding time for the other. It was a decision that had been concluded after a countless number of difficult hours-long discussions, but it had been mutual nonetheless. To accept the end of their relationship meant the separated pair had to suffer through their respective painful months of mourning and tears, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t fair to hold onto something that felt so distant and permuted. Y/n is only grateful that no bad blood has surged between them.

That isn’t to say that the two still keep in contact with each other. Y/n hasn’t spoken to Harry since the night before he was to embark on his world tour, wishing him the best of luck and sealing the end of their relationship.

Almost a year later, Harry is sending a birthday card to the rescue dog they had adopted together.

Y/n knows she shouldn’t open it. Nothing beneficial could possibly come from opening the envelope, unless Harry had been considerate enough to get Ruben a gift card to splurge on new toys at the pet store.

It’s worth taking a peak.

Slipping her finger through the small opening at the side of the seal, y/n rips open the flap in an unorderly manner. She takes the short-lived opportunity to play with Ruben, a silly expression painting over her face as she very slowly slides the card out from its paper packaging.

“Wow, lookie here, Ruben,” y/n exclaims, presenting the front of the birthday card to her tail-wagging dog. “It almost looks like you, bubs!”

Ruben barks at the picture of his look-alike printed over the face of the card, except his twin sports a decorative party hat and has confetti all around him.

Without noticing the bulkiness of the card, y/n is surprised when a slightly heavier item falls from the inside. “Sick,” she whispers, grabbing ahold of the glossy gift card that has fallen onto the couch.

She rushes to place the gift card back into the regular card for safekeeping, but pauses when she notices the entire inside marked with a scrawling of continuous ink. Trailing the pads of her finger down the lengthy handwritten note, y/n becomes at war with her mind and her heart about whether or not she should proceed to read it.

“Dammit, Harry,” she seethes, admitting defeat once she sinks deeper into the back of the couch and softly rubs at her dog’s wavy fur. With an attempt to clear her throat, y/n reads: “Dear Ruben...”

I know it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, but I’m sending you this gift to let you know that I haven’t forgotten about you. I want to write this to wish you a happy birthday! I can’t even imagine how much you must’ve grown since I last saw you, but I know you’re not a pup anymore. I can’t hold you in my single hand anymore, but you’re never too big to hold in my heart.

Please tell your mom not to roll her eyes when she reads that.

Y/n rolls her eyes a second time, only a few sentences into the letter.

I hope this card has gotten to you safely because I don’t know how I would feel if some stranger were to read all of the sweet moments we once shared. To me, they are special, and they should be a secret that only we know. Not because I am afraid to show the world how much I love you, but because there are some things that should only be for us.

So where do I begin, little lad? Should I start with the day your mum and I first fell in love with you at the animal rescue center, that one Tuesday evening? You took a straight wee on me, don’t think I’ve forgotten. I had to throw that sweater away, but you had fit so nicely in the sleeve, so I cut it off and let you nap in it. I know you’ve outgrown it, but I still have it safe with me. Maybe you can sleep with it one day.

I think back to those times when we stayed at home, relaxing on the couch as we stared at the telly. I really enjoyed cuddling with you, bud. You’re very soft and warm and you helped the bad dreams go away. And those times you’d make me laugh, when you gave me a kiss early in the morning before I was on my way to wherever I was off to that day, our silly fights that we always overcame ... I will remember those the most.

Creased lines appear on y/n’s forehead from her incertitude in Harry’s words. Though he is addressing Ruben very clearly in the letter, she has a gut-feeling that he means something else with the recollection of their memories. Perhaps it is because these moments he has shared with Ruben are moments he has also shared with her.

There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of you. I promise, even on the other side of the world, I smile knowing that you are happy and healthy, little lad. Thank you for that. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you, but I know your mum is giving you enough love from the both of us. I miss you. I love you. I hope you have the best birthday. Please continue to look after your mum and care for her. Be there for her like you were for me.

See you when I see you,

Dad xx

Y/n’s voice trails off at the two x’s that match the ones inked on the envelope. There is a silence in the air that follows, one that y/n feels very strangely about. Ruben notices his mother’s uneasy state and jumps up from his spot on the couch. Standing on his hind legs, he leans his front paws against his mother’s arm and sniffles at the stray tears that have absentmindedly fallen.

Y/n lets out a weary laugh, wipes away her tears, and shoves the card back in its pretty pink envelope. “Wow, Ruben. I don’t even get letters that long for my birthday. You must be really special to daddy, huh?”

Scooping the loving dog in her arms, she buries her face in the comforting fur and ponders about the words echoing in her mind.

There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of you.

Later that night, y/n is wrapped up in the sheets of her bed. Ruben snoozes lightly at her side and the night sky ages to an early, early morning; 1:22, to be exact, but y/n has not been able find solace in her sleep.

Instead, she stares at her phone screen, scrunching her face at the one contact she never even thought about deleting.

HARRY : message | call

Her fingertip lingers over the message icon, her teeth nervously gnawing at her lips until tiny bits of skin tear away. She doesn’t know where in the world he is, which continent he could be exploring as she disputes with herself, but she knows that the unsettling feeling in her stomach will not go away until she acknowledges his sweet letter.

So, she takes her chances and composes a text message.

to: HARRY

Ruben says thank you for the card.

Sent. Y/n locks her phone right after, dropping the device on her stomach to palm at her eyes harshly. Is it fair of him to have reached out to her in the manner that he had and pretend as if it were so innocent? She knows that it is not. He must have known how her conscious would eat at her until she had no choice back to reach back.

The faint ding! that resonates from her phone nearly makes y/n choke on the pure air.

from: HARRY

I’m glad to hear that.

Tell Ruben not to go too crazy at the pet store.

Air shoots out from y/n’s nose in the form of a silent makeshift laugh. She smiles at the message and is relieved that she didn’t have to wait hours upon hours for his response.

to: HARRY

ok lol.

The word read followed by the time 2:27 AM instantly appears beneath her minuscule message. She feels her chest tighten. There is something peculiar in knowing that wherever it is Harry may be, she knows that he stares at his phone screen, reading over the same nervous messages as she does.

to: HARRY

Ruben says he misses you.

Sent. The read receipt once again appears below her message. She doesn’t know what she wants to gain from sending such a straightforward message. She doesn’t even know why she advances with the miles-long conversation, but the three dots appearing on the bottom of the screen as an indication of his typing makes her heart drop down to her tummy for the first time in nearly a year.

from: HARRY

I miss you too. xx

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stylesluxx · 6 years ago

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harry styles – h.styles

[warnings: none]

summary: in which y/n is not a singer but she wrote a song about harry – inspired by pete davidson by ariana grande

word count: 1,470

masterlist

You were never good at love. Correction: You were never good at picking the right guys. In each and every relationship you were in, disappointment seemed to be the main and only component. After many years of disappointment you gave up looking for love; you decided to let love come to you and be patient. At this point in your life you were a deep believer in "do you and you'll attract what's healthy." You knew exactly what you wanted in a partner; someone kind, giving, loyal, independent but gave you their attention. You wanted someone that was smart and serious but knew when it was appropriate to be silly. Someone that would love you for all your faults. After all the trials and errors, you began to believe that you were asking for too much and your standards were far too high. But when you decided to focus on yourself and your career, it was as if the stars were aligning.

You met Harry at some fancy event. You attended with your friend, but she was nowhere to be found. Harry had seen you were alone and walked over to you with two drinks in his hands.

"Usually, I don't take drinks from strangers, but I just saw you pick them up, so I guess I'll accept," You teased him and held a smirk on your face.

"So, you were watching me?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I... was just looking around the room and spotted you," You hummed. And you weren't lying; you were just glancing around the room when you spotted the handsome man walk over and pick up the drinks before making his way over to you.

After that night and small interaction, you and Harry couldn't stay away from each other. He insisted on getting your number and talked to you whenever he could. You guys joked around about how you'd marry each other; this started after Harry said he fell almost instantly in love with you and you expressed the mutual feeling. You guys went on dates often, slept over each others' houses, met friends and family members all within the first two months. Everything was going by so quick but you both were 110 percent on board; it wasn't like your other relationships where you were the only one putting in effort. You hadn't been this happy in a long time and you definitely haven't been this satisfied with a relationship.

What you didn't expect was for Harry to propose through text. You originally thought he was joking when he sent pictures of three rings and told you to "pick your engagement ring." You giggled at the random text and told him to "go away and focus on making new music."

Harry: I'm being serious, choose

Y/N: the first one 🤔🤔

Y/N: you're absolutely ridiculous, H, and I refuse to marry you 😂

Harry: yeah yeah, we'll see about that

Harry hadn't brought up the topic of marriage in two weeks (since the texts) which you thought was weird because you guys always cracked jokes about it, but other than that, everything was normal.

One day while Harry was at the studio, you went to check the mail. In the pile of bills you felt something bulging from the envelope, something that obviously wasn't just paper. The front of the envelope had your name in Harry's handwriting on it which immediately made you smile. You opened the envelope and saw a pink post it note that read: "Meet me in the park by your house at 5 pm today and bring the treat."

Inside the tiny envelope was a dog treat, the thing you felt bulging through. You were confused because neither you or Harry had a dog but you decided to just go with it. You looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 o'clock, which gave you enough time to get ready.

You put on something super simple after washing up and grabbing a snack to eat along the way. You walked over to the park and got there 10 minutes and saw Harry waiting anxiously.

"Sorry, I'm late, Bubby. I decided to walk and eat at the same time and you know I can't multitask," You explained and walked over to him, kissing his cheek.

"It's alright, Bug," He smiled forgivingly. "Just thought you didn't check your mail. Anyway, let's walk."

He took your hand in his and you walked along. You walked silently just enjoying each other's company, but you kept catching Harry sneaks looks at you, making you suspicious.

"Whaaat?" You whined and looked up at him. "Why're you looking at me?"

"I can't look at the beauty standing beside me? Is that a crime now? Someone call the police!" Harry questioned and shouted.

"H, keep your voice down before people actually call," You giggled and quickly covered his mouth.

"Then don't question me," He laughed once you moved your hands away. You laughed with him and you two kept walking, hand in hand, and your head on his shoulder.

"Oh my, Harry. Look at the cute little puppy," You squealed and pointed to the small Husky that wasn't too far from its owner.

"You think he's cute, eh?"

"So cute," You nodded.

"Well, he's all yours," He smiled and did jazz hands, making you gasp.

"How, he's with someone?"

"That's just Gem. I bought him for us. Just wanted to show you how serious I was about marrying you and starting a life together; and a dog is the best way to show someone how committed you are, if I say so myself," Harry grinned before pulling a velvet box out of his back pocket.

"Since when was that there?" You asked, confused because you didn't notice it this whole time.

"It took me a while to do this because I had to get the ring made to fit you; it's not the same exact one from the picture. I even got in engraved to say the date we first started dating. I'm honestly rambling because I'm so nervous and you look so disgusted," Harry raved on before looking at your face.

"Oh, no, I was just trying to understand what you were saying. You've never talked that fast before," You chuckled. "And no, you don't even have to ask because yes, I'll marry you."

"You didn't even let me get on one knee and ask."

"I'm just so excited," You smiled and took his face in your hands before kissing him passionately. You broke away once you needed to breathe and felt the puppy scratching at your legs.

"He found his mumma," Harry smiled and crouched down to pet the puppy. You followed suit and reached over to gently reach your new pet.

"What's his name?" You asked.

"I was thinking Alex, but whatever you want."

"Alex is cute," You agreed and picked up the pup and kissing the top of his head. "Our little baby," You cooed

It wasn't a surprise that that night you and Harry could be found in your bedroom, panting, sweaty, and skin on skin. Once finished, Harry immediately knocked out but you couldn't even think about sleep. You kept thinking about the day's events and couldn't stop staring at the beautiful diamond on your finger. It was white gold ring that held a huge square shaped diamond on it. If you were to slip it off it would read the date Harry asked you to be his (7/9/18). And then you started thinking about the small pup that you would hear making his way to the bedroom. All of the happiness started to hit you at once and you opened up the notes app on your phone, describing the elation you felt.

The next morning, you awoke and found Harry still asleep, making you smile at how peaceful and calm he looked.

You arose from the bed and went to the en suite, to make yourself just a little bit more presentable. You walked downstairs, fed Alex, and started making breakfast for you and Harry. You found yourself, singing the words you wrote down last night.

"What are you singing, Bub? Never heard that tune before," You heard him question behind you, making you jump and immediately stop singing. His voice was raspy, still sounding like morning, if that makes sense.

"Scared me, H," You chuckled and held your chest.

"Sorry m' love," He smiled. "What song were you singing?"

"I wrote it," You mumbled, before you started blushing brightly.

"When'd you have the time to do that?"

"Last night," You smiled shyly before turning back to the food you were cooking.

"Beautiful," He complimented before kissing your cheek softly. "You've gotta sing it to me everyday, yeah?"

You nodded eagerly and leaned into your fiancé, happily.

[AN: I know I haven’t been here for a while but here I am. leave suggestions, maybe?]

#harry styles #harry styles oneshot #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #oneshot #one direction #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #stylesluxx

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espship18 · 6 years ago

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Kpop ship for madeofsaltiness

Hello everyone! How are ya? As always, due to work, I haven’t been able to post in a while, but I am here with a ship for @madeofsaltiness ! I am so sorry it took me this long to get your ship up, but I hope that we will have no disappointment around here. Let’s get started!

These are the traits I used in your requests from your submission:

You’re a 99 liner hah same!

You’re 166cm and Latina

You can come off as intimidating at first, friends say you have RBF

But you really love to smile and make people happy

You also like to make the best out of every situation we love an optimistic queen

You can have a hard time expressing your feelings

You’re easy going

You love animals

You’re a hip hop dancer and dancing is your passion

You’re a mixture of the mom and adventurous one of the group, and you also like to take care of people

You also don’t mind being taken care of

Eating and traveling

Your style is described as urban street wear

You know English and Spanish and are learning three other languages

And in your request, you asked to be shipped with BTS, NCT 127, and WayV! I had a lot of fun with this request- let’s go!

BTS: Jimin

Overall, you really sound like an all around kind of gal, and I feel like you and Jimin would be good for each other. Jimin has his hands dipped in a little bit of everything, and I think you two would have good chemistry together. No matter what, there is always sunshine and happiness surrounding you two, as you two never have conflicts and you’re both so bright and happy. Jimin would be the type of guy to always tell you how much he loves you tbh, and Jimin would also want you to know your worth. Not only would Jimin tell you about how you are his everything, but he also will gush over how important your sunshine and energy is to those around you, and how you can really make an impact on people. Jimin is also perfect because he always trying to take care of you. As a fellow dancer, Jimin would make sure that you are ALWAYS getting the proper nutrition you need for your body. Being a dancer is tough work, and it makes sense as to Jimin wanting you to be full, and feel strong and mighty when you dance. And to be honest, you would be equally as stern with Jimin on his nutrition. I feel like Jimin is also stubborn, so your mom like sense of nature can really help you poke at Jimin to eat right and keep himself in tip top shape. You take care of him out of habit and nature. Moving right along, I want to talk dogs and puppos. Dogs are going to play a big role in this whole ship to buckle up. You and Jimin would LOVE to spend a lot of your free time going to dog parks. You two wouldn’t quite get a dog yet, but you two would always want to see the varieties of dog and gush over their cuteness, and even play with them. And better yet, you and Jimin are the go to duo when it comes to puppy sit his fellow members dogs. You two are also quite playful, so I can see a prank war between you two. Sometimes the boys will get involved, but you two prefer to keep it to yourselves. The prank war is sort of that couple thing that you two do together. Some pranks even include hair dye in shampoo bottles and pouring salt in one’s drink. You also always impress Jimin with your language skills. Jimin would always do his best to interact with you in Korean since you are learning, and Jimin would also want you to practice different languages on him, any and every practice can make a difference. Lastly, this boi is always wanting some kind of snuggles. He loves to kiss your cheek, and hand holding would be his favorite. Oh, also, be prepared for a lot of prince like knuckle kisses.

NCT: Johnny

Okay so, I’ve said this in other ships but, it’s a perfect opener. You and Johnny would be a little intimidated and scared of each other when you would first meet. Both of your RBF would shine through, so it would be a game of time for you both to express your feelings for each other. Johnny would be the first to say something. You would have to take some time to spill the beans since you have difficulties with expression emotions and that’s okay! Also, Johnny wouldn’t be quick to give up. Before you would spill the beans, Johnny would know you had feelings for him. Although you didn’t say any words, your feelings would be expressed through your actions. The amount of time and effort you would put into Johnny would say more than enough to him. You would pick up on little details on things he would like or take a certain interest in him that Johnny would think would be super sweet. Johnny is smart, so he knew to stick around, and of course when you were ready, you would tell him how you felt about him. After you would spill the beans with him, you two would become love sick puppies. Wrapped around each others pinkies and you’re also constantly gushing over each other. I can also see you constantly gushing over how Johnny is the best boyfriend ever. Mr. Seo here would be so considerate and he would do what you did before you started dating. He is always wanting to surprise you- they’re his thing. Whether it be flowers, lunch, bringing you your favorite snacks or drinks, Johnny has got some surprises for you. Another surprise that Johnny would call “his specialty” would be travel trips! What he would do is, he would take you with him when NCT would travel. Whether it be around the country(you can imagine your location wherever you want) or abroad, as soon as Johnny would get the okay, he is coming at you to pack your bags. Of course you wouldn’t always be able to go with him, but you best believe that this boy would always bring you souvenirs back. The boys would also absolutely adore you, so they would always be more than happy to have you tag along. Taking pictures is #1 on your priority list when you’re traveling, and after you would get home from the trip, you and Johnny would make a little scrapbook of all the pictures. You would also keep track of the best places/entertainment spots you’d visit so you could go there again if you traveled there again. Lastly, PDA wise, Johnny would always have you wrapped around him. You’d be like his teddy bear, and you would fit around him perfectly, and he also loves to rest his chin on the top of your head.

WayV: Kun

This is my first WayV ship+write for WayV ever, I am so excited! So, much like Jimin and Johnny, I want you to think about puppy love through this ship like I said, that’s the theme of this ship. You and Kun are two smiley babes ftw. Starting out, Kun would be a little intimidated by you at first. When he took that first look at you, you were this beautiful, powerful woman and he would be shy- but this boy has two hands. Kun is more than qualified to told a powerful woman like you in his hands. Music would be the center of your relationship. There would be so much bonding between you two when it came to music. I can not even imagine how many all nighters you and Kun would have spent in a music studio. Whether you would be listening to music, studying different types of music, or even making music, music is everything. Those three am nights are always the most memorable as well since you can remember the nights when you two were basically delirious from exhaustion and you would be the cutest little pups giggling over something silly, wrapped up in a blanket together. There would be a couch in the studio where you two would snuggle and you two would keep a stack of pillows and blankets beside the couch in preparation for a long night. Some great take out and a microwave for reheating is also the cherry on top for the perfect all nightery by the way. There would also be nights where some of the WayV members would tag along with you two, and it’d be like a huge sleepover because the boys would litter the floor with their bodies, some of them even sleeping in the recording box. Also, just in general, the studio would be the place where you two would go to relax at. You two would lay together, eyes closed in the quiet, having much needed healing time when your weeks would get stressful. Moving along, but keeping the music theme, you and Kun would collab a lot. You would LOVE to make choreography for Kun’s music, and tbh, this bub would light up like an absolute Christmas tree. He’d think it would be so sweet. And, if a song was too slow, it’d be a fun project for you two to do and remix the song so you could make choreo to it- you geniuses. Also, I can not forget about the Kun and the WayV members wanting to teach you the choreo to their songs. That would also be a fun time. And once in a bull moon, I can see you getting the chance to help make some choreo for WayV for comebacks! Lastly, I feel like Kun would have reserved PDA. He would show enough love to get the point across, but he wouldn’t be overly flashy ya know? And ps, this boy may be all sunshine and sweetness, but he is not afraid to be protective over you.

~STA

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kwrittink · 7 years ago

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Clumsy Pup /8

Pairing: Reader x Hybrid!Kim NamJoon

Genre: Fluff (have I mentioned this has angst at some points?)

Warnings: ... mental breakdown perhaps?

Words: 2,158

Ah... I had the weirdest dream. You thought to yourself, while pushing a load of books on the cart towards the entrance of the store. The weekend had been very lazy and you got a lot of sleep in, so you felt really well-rested, more so that you had NamJoon to cuddle with you whenever. It felt so real, it was about me kissing JiHyun - Lisa would shoot me dead if that really happened -, but when I opened my eyes, I saw NamJoon... You sighed, refilling the empty stands with new volumes of an erotica book that everyone had been hyping about.

- Hey, we’re really excited over there huh? - you heard MinHyuk’s voice and turned, a smile tugging at your lips when you noticed he was referring to NamJoon - you had finally brought him to the library, and he was so excited you thought he’d drill a hole on the floor jumping -, which was balancing a pile of books on one of his arms, as he searched through the shelves for more things. It’s amazing he got drawn to philosophy books mostly. I noticed he’s a fast learner, and he really likes knowing things in general. He’s an amazing thinker. You observed as he nodded to your boss, a small smile on his lips and tail wagging excitedly as he tried to reach for yet another book on a higher shelf.

- Oh watch out Joonie, do you want any he- you tried to say, walking towards him as you saw him struggle, knowing that it wouldn’t end up well. You were slow to move thought, since you didn’t even had time to finish your sentence, he lost his balance and tripped on his own feet, landing butt first on the floor and books scattered around him. Jogging quickly to him, you knelt beside him, noticing how he rubbed his head, which must have hit the shelves behind him. - Geez are you okay? Did it hurt too much? - you tried to reach for his face, but he dodged your hands, face flushing slightly. He must be embarrassed. But I hope he didn’t hurt himself badly.

- Sorry, I’m just really clumsy... Ah I messed up. - NamJoon said in a sad tone, not looking up to you at all. - I’ll just... Go home uh, it’s better to not get you in more trouble... - he muttered, and you frowned, a pang in your chest as you heard him. You wanted to tell him to not worry, but for some reason the words were stuck on your throat.

MinHyuk snorted loudly beside the both of you.

- I’m sorry - he started, as you threw a glare at his inappropriate timing. - I was just thinking where I have seen something like that before, then I realized... Y/N, didn’t you do the same on your first week working here? - he asked, and suddenly all the blood was rushing to your face. Oh right. I actually did worse than NamJoon, since I was trying to prove I was able to do that job...To this day I don’t know how MinHyuk haven’t fired me for the mess I made. You snickered awkwardly, understanding his point on bringing that up. He wanted NamJoon to feel at ease, and it kind of worked, since the pup’s ears perked up a bit.

- Ah why you got to remind me of that? You said you would never talk about it again! - you whined, pushing his shoulder lightly as he crouched beside you two, making him sit. MinHyuk chuckled, touching NamJoon’s knee with the book he picked up, calling his attention.

- It was one of her first days here on the store, and I asked her to organize some books by the codes, not even thinking about how high they should be put. Stupid idea - he shook his head, and you muttered under your breath that he was the stupid one, which made the hybrid’s lips quirk up as he quickly glanced to you. - This little bub here, being the stubborn woman you’ll get to know she is, stacked two stools together on top of the ladder to reach the higher shelf. I never got so impressed and scared my whole life! - he continued, and started chuckling again with the memory, as you looked from him to NamJoon, which quietly nodded as he spoke, a grin growing on his face. - My man, it was like Y/N waited to fall when I got back. I didn’t had time to call out for her when the whole thing crashed down, books falling and the damn shelf tipping on the other... I swear, if there wasn’t a wall behind this one here, she wouldn’t be alive to tell that story. - MinHyuk said, laughing even if he had just told you had almost died.

- Well I’m not even telling the story, so wouldn’t make any difference, would it? - you quipped, gathering some books on a pile and getting up. NamJoon did the same, and you heard him snickering, which eased you a bit.

- Wouldn’t be funny thought. - he shot back, sighing as he got up, laughter subsiding. - My point is, if I didn’t got mad about that, a couple of books would never bother me. I just ask you one thing... Use the goddamn bag, I bought a stack of them for that! - he stressed, pointing beside the entrance where the black bags were hanged, and NamJoon, noticing his scolding didn’t had any heat to eat, dared to chuckle a bit, nodding.

- I’m sorry, I’ll use them then. Thought they’re so hidden I didn’t even noticed they were there... - he trailed off, and you smiled, turning to your boss with an I-told-you-so look, arms crossed. Three months ago, when MinHyuk had bought and placed them on the library you told him no one would use them solely for the fact they weren’t visible. But he didn’t wanted to listen to me...

- Don’t give me that look, I just take in consideration the customer’s opinion. - he tried to excuse himself, but you just rolled your eyes.

- Right... Anyway Joons, let’s go to the back so I can see your head, you bumped it pretty badly, I saw it. - you turned to NamJoon, which opened his mouth to protest, but just the playful quirk of your eyebrow made him stop any attempts.

- See, I told you Y/N is stubborn. You’re doomed. - MinHyuk joked, and you rolled your eyes for the hundredth time, but also made a mental note to thank your boss later for the help.

As fun as work turned out to be that day, you were exhausted, and dropped on the couch as soon as you stepped home. NamJoon didn’t seemed a minute spent, happy with the three books MinHyuk gave him at the end of the day, based on that previous pile he had selected. I wish I had his instincts when it comes to those things, he always know what to get to a customer.

- How’s your head Joonie? Do you think you’ll need medicine to sleep? - you asked, as you struggled to get rid of your coat while still laying on the couch. He plopped on the chair beside you, shaking his head as he chuckled at your antics.

- No, I feel fine! I heal pretty much fast when I’m in good conditions. - he stated, eyeing the three volumes excitedly. He’s not going to sleep today, is he? You chuckled, shaking your head a little.

- Then let’s keep it that way, hm? - you snickered softly. He smiled back a little awkwardly, not taking his eyes from the books, and you understood you would spend a lot of time being ignored.

After taking a shower and eating dinner, you decided to watch a little TV before bed, but ended up falling asleep in NamJoon’s lap - he was so engrossed with his book and it started to become such a usual thing that he didn’t minded at all - within an hour or so into Masterchef. Gordon Ramsey is so rude but so hilarious... That was one of your last thoughts before you fell into slumber.

The light is so bright in my eyes, I can’t even see- Who’s this person in front of me? Ah, my whole head it’s on fire, but I’m so cold...

- Lisa will be here in a little bit, she said she’s bringing medicine… - I hear the someone say, so I must be sick again. ‘Must be Jihyun, I’m troubling him,’ I mutter, and notice he leans closer, looking confused. I want to say I’m okay, that he doesn’t need to worry, but the words don’t come out properly from my parched mouth. He leans further as I mumble, and I swallow, hoping he understood and was about to leave me and avoid catching my illness himself. But he’s so close and I’ve been missing him so much that I just... Kiss him. ‘He’ll probably get mad at me, but...’ I wonder as I open my eyes again, taking in his confused expression.

Namjoon is looking back at me, eyes widened and jaw slacked.

- Ah, you fell on it again, Ji-oppa. You’re so silly. - I mutter, but for some reason it’s like everything starts to melt down.

- NamJoon?! - you jolt awake, head hitting the book off his hands, and almost falling from the couch, wasn’t for him clumsily grabbing you by the back of your shirt

- Is everything okay? Did you had a bad dream? - the hybrid eased you in a sitting position, and you shifted away from his grasp, shutting your eyes tightly, trying to get yourself together. You just had the same dream from the previous night, only that the whole situation was complete. I just had the image of kissing somebody before and then saw NamJoon, but now... You whined, hoping that feeling on your gut didn’t meant to tell you that the whole thing did happened when you were sick.

Lisa had told me I was delirious that afternoon, but wouldn’t she have told me if I did something like that?

- Are you okay Y/N? Is there anything I can do? - again his hands reached for you in worry, but your mouth parted, and you blurted out the question that had been twirling into your mind with ferocity. The hybrid hesitated, hands dropping to his lap, blinking rapidly. You felt goosebumps, not even from disgust or whatever like that, but on the guilt that started to eat at you at his lack of response. Sometimes silence gives consent.

- Look, I’m so sorry about this, I wasn’t even on my right mind... - you breathed out in despair, feeling like you done him so wrong, and he couldn’t even utter a word. Looking at him was embarrassing at the moment, because suddenly all you could remember was that second - his clean smell and soft, plump lips - and felt so fucking bad for misusing his trust. I tuck him to live with me to get him safe, ad then I end up doing that to him, I’m the worst.

- You were delirious... You called by the name of Jihyun. - NamJoon finally spoke, after a couple minutes of silence. - It’s okay, Y/- he spoke softly, but you shook your head strongly.

- Why didn’t you told me that? I should have apologized to you! Right now I’m no better than Yoko, I... - the air left your lungs as you shouted, startling NamJoon to a standing position at your statement.

- Don’t say that! - his hands were hot against your shoulders, and gripped you with enough force to make you look up at him. His eyes brimmed with tears, and your heart clenched tightly. - You don’t know what happened, so don’t ever say that. - he hissed between gritted teeth, and you swallowed as you stared back at his eyes.

NamJoon let go of you and turned away, picking his books up from the floor, and you understood he was really upset, but you couldn’t muster anything to say to him at the moment. It’s not easy to comfort someone when you were the one to hurt them.

- It wasn’t really a big deal, that’s why I didn’t mentioned. - he said over his shoulder. - You did nothing wrong. - muttered, and then walked away, towards his room. The wasn’t a big deal for some reason, felt like a knife on your chest, and you averted your eyes from his back.

- It won’t happen again, I promise NamJoon. - you muttered, but knew that even out of a human earshot, he heard you.

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