but i've been messing around with them off and on since yesterday

sanfranciscocablecar  asked:

I've got another request for ya! How bout this: Harry and the missus have like 2 or 3 children but they're all boys. Harry really wants to try for another child in hopes of a girl and has to convince the missus.

Hope you guys enjoy this one!

You’d just gotten home from dropping off the kids at school, and all you wanted was a few hours of peace before you had to go pick them up again. Having three kids was exhausting, but even more so when they were all boys who were constantly hitting eachother. So you savored every moment of silence you could possibly get.

As you dropped your keys on the counter, you were surprised to see Harry still standing by the coffee pot.

“Took the day off.” He yawned, turning around and smiling with a hot mug of coffee in his hand.

“Want some coffee? I bought the one you like.”

Normally you would’ve said yes, but being in the mood you were today, you only grumbled a ‘no’ and went to lay on the couch.

It took a few minutes for Harry to come check on you, since he was afraid you might blow up at him if he said the wrong thing. You were scary when you were angry.

He tentatively sat on the couch, lifting your legs to lay them over his lap and noticing your eyes were closed. Not even his shifting caused you to stir, making his eyebrows furrow in concern.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, keeping his voice quiet in case you were asleep.

“Just tired.” You mumbled, snuggling deeper into the little pillow you’d moved under your head.

He sighed, knowing the conversation he planned for that day would most likely not go over well.

“Get some sleep, love. I’ll stay right here.” He mumbled, carefully leaning over to press his lips to your cheek.

….

Your eyes focused on the clock on the wall as soon as they opened. 3:45.

Crap, the kids! I slept through pick up time!

You shot up from your position on the couch, noticing Harry was also sitting in the exact same spot as when you fell asleep.

“Harry! I forgot, the kids were supposed to be picked up at-”

“Shhh, don’t you worry, baby. I picked them up on time and dropped them off at my mum’s for the weekend. It’s just you and me for a few days, how does that sound?”

You couldn’t help the sleepy smile that spread across your face at this thought. The younger you would’ve had many more bed-involved fantasies about this weekend, but the only one you thought of now was sleeping. With your youngest son being just over a year old, getting a full nights sleep was rare.

“Can I go back to sleep?”

He chuckled at your question, then patted your legs in approval. Within seconds, you were asleep again.

….

You woke up the next morning to the unmistakeable smell of bacon. You’d ended up in your bed somehow, and figured Harry must’ve carried you from the couch.

As soon as you went down the stairs, you could tell something was up. Harry was showered and dressed already, and fidgeting nervously while he set the table. Definitely unusual.

“Good morning.” You smiled from the hallway, making him jump. He chuckled and walked over to you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Did you sleep alright? I was a bit worried; you were so tired yesterday.” You could tell by his eyes that he meant every word- your exhaustion the day before had him worried sick.

“I feel better, it just gets tough with the kids sometimes.” He nodded in understanding, taking your hand and leading you over to the table.

Taking a glance at the food around you, you couldn’t help being amazed that Harry had done all this on his own. Without burning himself.

Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit covered the table, making you wonder how many people he thought he was feeding. It was only the two of you, but he had enough food for an entire army.

You ate in comfortable silence, exchanging little smiles and hums in enjoyment. Harry wrapped up some leftovers, and cleared his throat nervously.

“There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about- uh… Let’s go sit on the couch, yeah?” He took your hand and led you to the couch, settling you in close to him.

Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest in anticipation. It was all starting to make sense: he took the day off yesterday, got the kids out of the house, and managed to cook breakfast; he definitely wanted something. And it must’ve been a big deal if he’d gone through all that trouble.

“Come on!” You giggled, watching him nervously run his pointer finger under his bottom lip. The truth was, you were just as nervous as him.

Worry took over, and you grabbed his hand to gently intertwine your fingers and raise it to your lips.

“Tell me.”

He sighed, running his free hand through his hair and turning to face you more directly.

“You know… You know how I’ve always wanted a baby girl?” His voice was quiet, and he couldn’t meet your eyes.

You nodded, still somewhat oblivious to where the conversation was headed.

“I was just thinking, like, maybe we could try again? For a daughter?”

Your mouth fell open in shock, and you stared at him in disbelief.

“It’s not… It’s not because I don’t love the boys, because oh god I love them to pieces, sweetheart. You know it’s always been my dream- and I really want this.”

You were staring down at the floor, slowly trying to take all the information in. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want a baby girl in the family, but the thought of adding another kid to the mess was almost unbearable.

“Please, say something.” He begged, tilting your head up and forcing your eyes to meet his.

Honestly, you were speechless. There was just no way that having another baby was a good idea.

“I just… I don’t really think I’m on board, I’m sorry.”

His face fell, making your heart shatter. He really wanted this.

“I’ve always wanted a little girl too, believe me, it’s just… Life is so crazy as it is and having another baby, Harry, I don’t think I can manage.”

He nodded in understanding, and you didn’t realize how tight he’d been squeezing your hand.

“You saw how tired I was yesterday, I know I can’t handle another child. I’m not super-mom.”

He shook his head immediately, almost appalled at your words.

“You are super-mom. You’re incredible. And you’re so exhausted because I haven’t been able to help, and I am so, so sorry. But our schedules are changing and I’d be around so much more; we’ll do this together.” He rambled.

You didn’t want to admit it, but Harry was slowly changing your mind. It was like a battle between being realistic or caving in to something you’d both wanted all your lives.

“I don’t think I can go through labor again.” You laughed half heartedly, remembering the crippling pain and anxiety that had occurred during the births of all three of your sons.

“Yeah, I’m not sure my hand can handle it either.” He joked, making you laugh at remembering how tight you’d squeezed his hand. You literally left bruises. Although Harry was busy, his promise was that he’d never miss the birth of his child, and he always kept it. All three times, he’d been there allowing you to leave purple fingerprints on his hand.

“I don’t know…”

He was biting his lip, almost panicking at how he could convince you. He wanted this more than anything, and you knew that, but it didn’t seem like the realistic thing to do.

But when did you and Harry ever do anything realistic? Your whole life was like some crazy dream.

“But what if it’s a boy? Won’t you be upset?” You muttered, knowing it was fully possible you wouldn’t be able to give him a girl.

He took your hands, forcing your eyes to meet his again.

“Then I will love our baby boy just as much as I’d love our baby girl. Because no matter what, we made that baby together. Just one last try, please.”

His eyes were watering by now, the thought of finally having a baby girl was making his heart ache. He watched you hesitate, holding his breath.

More than anything, he wanted you to be comfortable. Although he’d literally begged and it seemed like he’d stop at nothing, he wasn’t going to upset you for not wanting the same thing he did. He loved his little family, and as much as he wanted a little girl, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you felt differently. He’d get over it.

A wide smile spread across his face as you nodded, smiling as well.

“Okay, let’s try again.” You giggled as Harry pulled you up off the couch, crushing you to his chest and kissing your head.

“Thank you, y/n, thank you.”

“No, thank you, Harry. So.. How about we get started?”

….

A few months after your discussion, you found out you were pregnant. Both you and Harry were ecstatic, but you couldn’t help being nervous that the baby wasn’t a girl. Of course you’d love your child no matter what, but if you didn’t have a girl now, you never would.

You and Harry agreed that knowing the baby’s gender ahead of time was the best idea. You’d have time to prepare; buying clothes and painting the baby’s room.

Today was the day you’d find out.

“It’ll be okay. Boy or girl, we’re both going to love the baby.”

Harry’s words from earlier ran through your head, somewhat calming your nerves as you sat in the waiting room. Harry was there holding your hand, trying to be the tough one, but you could tell by the way his leg bounced up and down that he was more nervous than he was letting on.

Before you knew it, you were laying on an uncomfortable bed with Harry still next to you holding your hand. His hands were sweating just as much as yours, and knowing that you were only a few minutes away from finding out the gender was excruciating.

You were hardly paying attention as a nurse wiped cool gel over your stomach. Something you’d been through three times already, but this would be the last- and if you didn’t hear the words you’d been hoping for, you’d never have a little girl. You’d never have a baby to dress up in frilly dresses or watch princess movies with. And Harry wouldn’t have a daddy-daughter dance at her wedding.

All thoughts were pushed aside as the nurse took a deep breath and smiled.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Styles, you’re having a baby girl.”

roxyblade  asked:

Hey! So, I fell over at the weekend and broke my elbow. 27 years old and the first bone I've broken. I was wondering if you could write some sterek to cheer me up so I don't feel like such a twat?

[i hope your elbow feels better and is well on its way to healing! have some high school au + sterek + obliviousness]

Stiles scowls, wincing at the pain and switches hands, grabbing for the box of cereal with his right hand. It feels weird, off balance, but he can do it. The bowl and spoon are balanced precariously in his other hand, somewhat hindered by the cast, but he can manage this. He pours a healthy amount of Froot Loops into his bowl, biting his lip and crooning in satisfaction when he succeeds. Milk is next, and it’s a bit more difficult with the gallon jug in his non-dominant hand. The jug is a new one, too, heavy and full, and Stiles only wants so much–

The jug tips over, spilling milk everywhere, and Stiles curses as he tries to upright it, only to knock his cereal to the floor.

“Fuck.”

He misses Scott already, and the first week after he broke his elbow his best friend had gallantly been there for him to be awesome and help with all these random things. And it totally wasn’t at all different from any other summer, hanging out with Scott everyday, Stiles didn’t even notice his entire arm was in this huge cast. He could still play video games fine, watch movies with Scott and laugh at his jokes.

But Scott got wrangled into spending a weekend with his dad in San Francisco, and now Stiles has nothing to do except his summer reading for AP English next year.

And he’s going to have a huge mess when his dad gets home, this is the worst.

Stiles kicks at the mess with his foot, and then jumps up when the phone in his pocket buzzes.

He finds a text from an unknown number that reads, did you finish the first part of the reading yet, we need to start planning the analysis section.

Right, someone from his literature group probably. Stiles types back, ITS THE FIRST WEEK OF SUMMER CHILL and then wipes the milk off his phone. Gross.

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anonymous asked:

I noticed the Xkit guy wasn't around but I just assumed he was busy with his everyday life - sorry to be that oblivious person but what was it that tumblr did to drive him away?

On October 31, 2014, a blog called predator-exposed made a post asking if anyone had ever had experiences with x-kit guy making them feel “uncomfortable”. Despite having no proof (this post was supposedly prompted by an anonymous message about X-kit guy), they titled the post “Potential Predator Alert”. The post has since been deleted, but thanks to the internet (aka Google cache, fyi people, nothing is ever gone) you can see it here:

Putting this under a cut because it’s getting long.

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Nightingale
Pairing: Blake/Sun

[guess who’s here with a multi-chapter Black Sun fic? 8D I’ve written fics before for future!Black Sun but I’ve been itching to write one that is more than 2-3 parts long so here it is! updates will be posted about twice a week, maybe once a week here and there (and probably Fridays and Sundays.) title inspired by a Demi Lovato song I kept listening to to get into the mood for this fic. anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!]


Chapter 1

Sun looked away from the window as the door opened up. Neptune was coming back in, his arms filled with snacks. He tipped slightly as the train took a corner.

“Does Weiss even know we’re coming in early?” Scarlet asked as Neptune sat back down.

“No, but Ruby does,” he replied, handing Sage a bag of chips.

“So then how are they going to pick us up?” Sage said.

“They’re out in the town doing some wedding stuff. They’ll be by the train station and when we pull in, Ruby’s going to bring Weiss to the train station.”

“And how exactly is she going to manage that? Weiss isn’t going to want to just go into a train station in the middle of doing wedding stuff,” Sun said, grabbing the banana that Sage offered him.

“Ruby said she’s got it all figured it out and not to worry,” Neptune assured. He dropped the remaining snacks in the space between him and Scarlet and picked out a bag of chips.

“And what about when she flips because she doesn’t have rooms ready for us back at their place?” Scarlet said.

“Yang’s got that. Ruby told Yang what’s going on and Yang said she’d have the rooms ready for us.” Sun’s tail flicked.

“Does Blake know we’re coming in early?” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. He looked at Neptune, ignoring the looks he knew Sage and Scarlet were giving him.

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save the trees.

a little something about environmental activist emma swan and sweet puppy killian jones who just wants to help her out ~ a college au

The first day she sets up the stand it’s orientation week and not a single person comes up to her, let alone takes a flyer or signs her petition. She thinks it could be partly because the clubs set up around her are playing loud music and shouting about parties with free beer, or it could be because no one gives a damn about the environment. If she’s being honest with herself, it’s definitely the latter. 

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It's no secret that I've been having a rough couple of months.

Jess came at the perfect time in my life. More than ever, I have needed the presence of a close female friend in my physical life. (I would say that I generally spend 80-90% of my “social” time with men, which isn’t a bad thing… I love my dudes. I just also really miss my women.) Jess is one of the most agreeable, easy-to-love/loves-so-easily, happy-go-lucky humans I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. When things don’t go according to plan, it’s still awesome – a new adventure! She adapts easily, which suits life in Utah quite well. She is easy for me to be around, because as an introvert, she needs quiet time and she respects my need for quiet time, too. I’ve been laughing and smiling a lot. We work well together. I wake up and there’s coffee already brewed for me. It’s really lovely.

Yesterday she had planned to sleep her first night in her new place, and I would have my apartment to myself again. I was excited for both of us. And then two of my very dear friends who are road tripping from Washington to Colorado for the Hardrock 100 needed a place to crash, and I hadn’t seen them since they came to Salt Lake for the Wasatch 100 in September. I was mentally exhausted, and though they had all of the camping gear necessary to spend a night in the mountains, I couldn’t turn them away. I’d missed them, and I see them so infrequently that I put my social discomfort aside and caught up with them for four hours before I forced myself to get some sleep.

After being constantly in the presence of humans since Jess landed on Wednesday (save for trips to the bathroom and sleeping), I needed to be alone to recharge. For a long time. And then I got home from work and tidied up a bit. I watched some Netflix. I read some of my current book. And then I found myself completely undistractable. I found myself dwelling and wondering. Moping. Feeling emotionally achey and raw. Hitting rewind in my mind and going through words on repeat. When does all of that begin to go away?

Right now, things feel black and white. Either I am super social and emotionally distracted but also mentally exhausted, or I am indulging in my introvert alone time (which I normally love) and am more akin to an emotional fucking mess (but at least I’m mentally rested…?).

I would like to find some semblance of a grey area there, please. I will start off with a suggestion from my pocket-full-of-sunshine:

Mistakes, part 7. (Neymar imagine)

His p.o.v

If i ever thought i had felt pain before, i was wrong. Nothing hurts as much as remembering how it is to kiss her, to touch her and to hold her, and not being able to do it again. Hell it even felt amazing when she called me ‘babe’, even though i know she didn’t mean to call me that. You’d think that her kissing me would make me happy, but i feel miserable. I realize it’s because i know she regrets it. No matter how much she wants me, she won’t give in to me, and that hurts. She feels like a drug. You can’t give a heroine addict who is recovering 10% of what he usually would get, because you know his desire for more will slowly kill him.
I just put Davi in bed, and hugged him a little longer knowing he’s the reason she is still in my life. I need to get her back, i think when i get into my own bed. I need to win her back, and make her mine again, and i will do anything to make it happen. I drift off into a sleep, with dreams about her.

She was the last thing i thought of when i fell asleep, and the first thing i thought about when i woke up. I’m in way too deep. I watch as Davi eats his cereal, and go in instagram. I’m pleasantly surpised when i see pictures of her and Davi ice skating yesterday. I rub my temples and try to think of an excuse to go to her. Instead i text her, but as soon as i press send i regret it.

Her p.o.v

I got sick the moment i stepped into my house. It’s been almost 3 years since i was ill, and it feels like hell. I blow my nose in a kleenex and pull my blanket back to cover me. It’s 57 degrees in my house and i’m still cold. I sneeze and feel my eyes water. This has got to be the worst day ever. I wonder what my friends would think if they saw me like this. They’re used to my perfect make up face, and my prefect outfits and hair. When i think about it like this, i  realize that i don’t really have any real friends. In the show business everyone pretends to be your friend, and you feel like you’re really popular. But at times like these you realize how lonely you are. My only real friend was Neymar, but now i don’t even have him. I could call David or Oscar but they are somewhere far away from me, and busy with their own lives. I get startled when i hear some weird sounds from the kitchen. Is there a robber in my house? I stand up cautiously, with the blanket wrapped around me and go take a look. I freeze when i feel wetness down at my feet, and i see how there’s water coming out of the dishwasher. The washing machines are in the basement of my apartment building, so the dishwasher is literally the only thing that would ruin my house if it broke down. And it did.
'OH GIVE ME A FREAKING BREAK!’ I yell throwing away my blanket. Now i have to call someone to fix this mess and who knows how long it may take? When i pick up my phone to call someone i see that i have a text. Somehow i just know it’s him. I open it.

We need to talk.

I sigh and delete the message.
'No we don’t.’ I say aloud, before calling a plumber. 
About 4 hours later i’m checking in to a hotel, close to my house. The plumber said it would take at least three days to fix my dishwasher and fix the water damage. The people who lived below me came to yell at me and were suprised when they saw a famous person had been living above them. Irritared i give my credit card to the guy at the lobby, and he takes it cautiously. 
'How many nights?’ He asks, and i sigh.
'I have no idea, at least a week.’ Now that people know where i live i have to find a new house, on top of my new movie being filmed and all the problems with Neymar i feel like exploding. I feel like killing him for bringing me all this trouble. 
'Alright, if you don’t check out i’ll keep your room reserved for you.’ He smiles at me and nod.
'You’ve got room 203, which has a nice view on the skyline of London. It’s on the 6th floor, the last room on the right.’ I thank him, and walk towards the elevator with the guy who carries my bags and my two trolleys. I take one from him, and by the time i arrive in my room i’m sweating and puffing. I organize my clothes in the closet, and put my toiletries in the bathroom. After that i’m exhausted, so after i take a shower i collapse on the kingsized bed. I get a text from my agency, telling me that everything had to be stopped at the set today because i cancelled last. Which m minute. Which means i have no choice than to go tomorrow. I groan and set my alarm before drifting off into a restless sleep.

I don’t know how late it is when i hear someone banging on the door. I think it’s a dream, and turn around pulling my covers with me. But the banging continues, and i stand up, irritated and mad. I’m ready to slap the person who’s responsible for disturbing my sleep. But when i open the door, confusion takes over and i forget how to speak. Neymar is standing in front of my door, yelling at the guy who helped me with my bags earlier. 
'Sir if you harass people i’ll have to call the police.’ He says, holding his hands up, but Neymar has stopped screaming and looks at me now.
'What the hell do you think you’re doing?!’ I snap, and his face looks angry again. 
'Is everything ok miss?’ The younger boy asks. He looks a little pale and intimidated by Neymar but i nod and he leaves.
Neymar rudely walks into my room, and i wonder why he’s here.

'Are you gonna answer me or what?’ I ask, crossing my arms. He looks around, and turns around to me.
'YOU’RE STAYING AT A FUCKING HOTEL?!’ He yells, and i flinch.
'My dishwasher.. it-’ I start. 'I KNOW!’ He disrupts me and i’m honestly a little scared of him. 
'Do you know how i had to find out you were spotted in town at 2 fucking am?! I read it on twitter! I had to go to your appartment to find out what happened!’ I shake my head in confusion.
'Why were you looking for me?’ I ask, my voice sounds small and i see how he relaxes a little.
'I’ve been calling you all day, you left me no choice!’ He says, throwing his hands in the air. 
'I was too busy moving all my stuff. You can’t expect me to come running to you everytime you need me.’ I snap.
'And i’m ill, so i didn’t have the energy to talk to you.’ I add. His expression softens.
'You’re ill? How are you now?’ I sigh, and walk over to the bed to sit down. I’m wearing nothing but my underwear and  robe so i pull it down to cover my legs a little.  
'Not exactly great. Considering you just barged into my room.’ I say, looking up to him. He’s wearing jeans, and a tight white shirt and it looks amazing on him. He kneels in front of me. 
'Why didn’t you come to me meu amor? You could stay with us till your house is fixed.’  He says, and something inside of me snaps when he does. The fact that he acts like nothing happened, and we’re besties. Like i’m his puppy, who does everything he asks from me. I stand up, pushing him away and he stands up too.
'Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?!’ I yell at him, placing my fingers on his chest and pushing him away. He’s startled by my sudden mood swing.
'We broke up Neymar! We aren’t together anymore, and it’s all because of you! Because you couldn’t stay faithfull to me! You ruined everything we had, all because of her and you don’t even care about her!’ I dramatically grab my head. All my anger, my confusion and sadness comes together in one big ball of frustration and i’m glad it happens now. I’m not even finished yet.
'Because of you i had to move out in the middle of shooting a movie after months of hearing no, everytime i went to a casting! Because of you, everytime i see Davi i get reminded of what could have happened! We could’ve been happy!’ My eyes start to water, and i don’t care.
'How could you do this to me?’ I ask, and my voice cracks. Great..
'I loved- love you so much. I would have done everything for you! I would have moved to Brazil just to be closer to you, but you ruined it.’ I finish, with a sob, and Neymar’s hurt look satisfies me in the weirdest way possible.
'I’m sorry i ruined everything.’ He says, and i see the tears in his eyes.
'You gave up everything for me and i threw it away. I just want to ask you for one more chance baby. I miss you so much.’ His voice cracks too, and we’re a mess. 
'I don’t know why i didn’t realize this before but you are the red string in my life that keeps everything together. You were my first girlfriends Davi liked, and i’m so stupid for not seeing it before. Please give me one more chance.’ He says, getting down on his knee for me. He takes my hand, and i get the crazy idea he’s going to propose to me but that can’t happen. He wouldn’t do that. That’s crazy even for him. He can’t do that. I thought.. Because Neymar reaches for something in his pocket, and when he opens the little velvet black box, i feel all the blood drain from my face.