i would have melted

instead of getting nicky to text neil incessantly, andrew figures the best way to get neil accustomed to his phone is to sext him. 

He’s – not wrong.

Ashton Irwin - Are you ready now? Pt 1.

Word count: 2,585

smut/fluff

I think you’re gonna wanna read this one :D 


“You’ve never done it before?” I said in blissful shock.

“You say it like you’re surprised, Y/N.” He took another sip of his tea.

I sat above him on the stairs in complete silence. My best friend has never had sex in his whole life. How come I’m only just hearing about this? He looks like the type of guy who would have any girl melt at his fingertip.

“I dunno, I guess I wasn’t ready for something serious like that.” His long fingers combed through his curls.

I couldn’t help but look away when he did this. It made my heart skip a beat. I shouldn’t be looking at my best friend that way. Ashton looked up to me for a response. My fingers played with the red lip stain on the white tea cup, poking at it and occasionally smearing it.

“Your first was with that arse, Calum, wasn’t it?” I could see fire in his eyes.

I didn’t want to talk about him.

“I can’t believe you actually loved that prick.” He rolled his eyes.

“I had my reasons, Ashton.”

He made a sound of disgust, “What was he good in bed?”

I’d had enough. I stood from my seated position leaving my tea and Ashton behind on the stairs and marched to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. How dare he. He wouldn’t know how it feels to be in love, obviously. He’s never been with anyone like I have. I felt tears streaming down my face and wished Ashton had never came over today. I found comfort in my bed sheets.

Where had I even gone wrong with Calum? It was like one minute he was there and the next he was telling me goodbye and leaving for the states, taking everything but me with him. Ashton was there for me but he didn’t get it. He hated Calum ever since we started dating. They used to be friends until we got together. Ash said he knew Calum would always break my heart, it was just who he was.

-Flashback-

I knew I wanted to give myself to Calum the night he brought me back to his flat from the pub. I’d gotten into a pretty bad brawl with another girl for getting too close to Cal for my comfort. When he told her to back off for the third time I pulled her off the bar stool onto the floor and started hitting her. Calum later said it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done, sticking up for him like that.

“You look hot in my shorts.” Calum growled, jumping into the bed, his hair still wet after the shower.

I giggled as he grabbed his game controller and began to furiously play a game of FIFA. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth and fiddled with the string on the over sized shorts adorning my smaller waist.

“Hey, Cal?” He hummed over still concentrating on the screen.

I crawled over, pressing pause on the controller. My legs straddled either side of his waist and he grabbed hold of my arse, the game controller falling to the carpet.

“I wanna try something.”

He raised an eyebrow and his eyes grew wide when he knew what I meant, his lips forming an ‘o’.

“Are you sure, baby?” He whispered.

I nodded, “I want you.”

-End of flashback-

A knock on the door brought me out of my deep thoughts of Ashton and Calum. I didn’t turn to see Ash walk in the room. My bed tilted but I refused to meet the gaze I knew was focused upon me. He touched my hand.

“I’m sorry.” I looked at him, his head down now.

“You don’t know what that feels like, Ash.” I felt a lump in my throat just thinking about it.

I needed to feel loved again. I needed that connection. Ashton was my best friend but sometimes it felt like I wanted him to be more. I didn’t know if he felt a mere portion of what I did.

“Are you ready now?” The words fell from my mouth before I could think about what I was asking of him.

He just stared at me his mouth slightly agape. Ashton was an open book, but right now I couldn’t read him. His pupils were dilating. My heart was pounding against my chest as I waited for an answer. I squeezed his hand.

“Ash-”

Ashton forced his mouth onto my own, his hand flying up to catch my face. My hands found themselves tangled with his mop of curls. He smelled like rich peppermint and my favorite cologne. It was then it dawned upon me: I was going to be his first.

I broke the kiss and moved my lips to the spot just below his ear, sucking the skin. His hiss was all the conformation I need that he liked it here. I sat up and threw my legs over his own to straddle his lap. Ashtons hands settling on my abdomen and arse. I bit down harder this time intending to mark him. Rolling my hips forward into his we both moaned at the increased friction. His bulge was becoming more and more prominent through his jeans.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Ashton hissed rolling his head back.

I used his disarrayed state against him, licking a bold line up his atoms apple and gently sucking it. Ashton rose up off the mattress begging for more contact.

“You like that, daddy?” I felt Ashton twitch when I called him that.

My crotch rubbed against his clothed erection and I couldn’t help but throw my head back in pleasure. Ashton was getting restless, rocking his hips up to meet mine.

“Please.” He puffed out in my ear.

I slid off of his lap but not before needingly pecking his lips one last time. He ridded himself of his shirt and I stood before him in awe. I’ve seen Ashton shirtless before plenty of times but this was different. He was at my mercy and I was at his. I came to sit on my knees, undoing the buttons on his pants. Ashton raised up for me to pull them down his legs. He kicked them off of his feet and were left in just his briefs. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I freed his erection from the grey material and tossing them out of the way. His length slapped against his stomach. I could feel his eyes burning down on me.

Holding the length in my hand I pumped it a few times. My thumb rubbed over the pink head and Ashtons hips rose off the bed, hissing. I kitten licked over the tip before taking it in my mouth. Ashtons moans filled the room. I hollowed my cheeks to increase the pleasure and started twisting my hands back and forth over his length. He confused me when he pushed at my shoulders, causing me to release him from my mouth making a popping sound.

His hands came down to the hem of my t shirt and tugged it over my head. He already looked tired, his eyes drooping low and sweat decorating his forehead. I wasn’t nearly done yet. We haven’t even gotten to the main course.

Ashtons eyes grew wide when my head dipped back down. My tongue followed the patterns of his veins before I took him whole again, pumping harder this time. He held back my long hair. I massaged his balls with my free hand and it was enough to send him over the edge. A thick white liquid burst into my mouth.

“S-shit.” Ashton jerked up, hitting the back of my throat.

I finished sucking him clean of the sticky mess. When I looked up he was breathing hard and heavy, little hairs stuck to his forehead and his eyes were sealed shut. I smiled pushing them out of the way so I could see his hazel eyes. My lips came up to his in a lazy kiss.

I brought his hand down to the button of my skinny jeans, a weak smile on his face. He unhooked them, struggling to pull them down to my feet.

“How’d you get these on?” He joked.

I stepped out of them and waited for Ashton. He didn’t come back up. I giggled watching him stare at my red laced knickers nearly drooling over them. I let him guide me back to the bed and sit me down. Was he in control now?

Ashton licked his lips, running his long fingers up my thighs and over my crotch. I couldn’t help but whimper at his touch. He left kisses on the inner side of my thighs sucking the sensitive skin. He was marking me. I threw my head back on the mattress. His hot breath fanned over where I needed him most. I tangled my fingers in his hair.

“Ashton, please.” I begged.

He hooked my panties to the side and collected some of my excitement onto his finger and sucking it off. He hummed in satisfaction. I imagined his lips against me while he hummed like that, adding to the pleasure. I moaned at the thought.

“Cha’ thinking about, baby?”

“Your lips…”

He kissed my folds, licking up them. My breath hitched. I needed him. His bottom teeth grazed up the nub of my clitoris. Fucking hell.

“Ashton.” I moaned.

Without warning Ashtons tongue was inside me sucking all of my juices. I reached down for his hand that rested on my thigh, entwining our fingers.

“How the fuck are you so good at this?” I breathed.

He chuckled against me, sending vibrations through my core. Shit. My legs closed round his head before he pushed them back apart. It was too much. Ashton came up for air with a smile on his face showing off his prominent dimples. He was obviously proud of himself. He licked my excitement off his lips. With one swift movement my knickers were on the floor and my lower half was at his mercy.

He brought his lips up to my ear, teasing my entrance with his finger. I arched my back only for him to use his free hand to hold me down.

“How do you like it, baby?”

I thought back to all the mind blowing times Calum and I had done this. It would always be different. Slow and sweet. Loving. Rough. Fast. It didn’t matter to me, however they felt like pushing me over the edge worked.

“Surprise me, daddy.”

His eyes grew darker. The playful side of him wasn’t there anymore. This was going to be fun. He bit down on the skin of my neck hard and he growled. Rough. His finger slipped past my folds and into my heat. I whimpered as he pumped it in and out at a fast pace. I had to bite onto Ashtons shoulder to keep from screaming out. I didn’t want any fucking noise complaints from the old woman next door.

My walls were clinching round his finger. He added two more and pumped even faster. I couldn’t breathe. My nails clawed at his sides begging for a release. His thumb began rubbing circles into my clit. My breaths were coming out in pants in his ear.

“Come for me, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

My toes curled and my back arched up off of the mattress, Ashtons three fingers and his thumb riding out my orgasm. I felt bare when he extracted his fingers from my dripping crotch. He brought them up to his lips licking them clean.

“You have no idea how good you taste.”

Ashton went over to his jeans pulling a silver packet out of the pocket. He ridded the condom of the piece of tin and threw it in the bin. He slid the condom down his length.

“What’s with guys carrying round condoms in their pockets?” I joked.

He smiled, dimples popping into either side of his cheeks. They drove me crazy. Ashton took his length in his hand before I stopped him.

“No. I want to.”

I wanted to make his first time his best. He knew what I was asking, flipping us over so I bestrode his lap. I positioned him at my entrance and slid down it. He was so big inside me. Ashton grabbed hold of my abdomen, his thumbs pressing down hard. I don’t think he was meaning to hurt me. He didn’t notice how strong he really was compared to my smaller figure. When I winced in pain he eased up a bit, apologizing. Once I adjusted to his size I began rocking my hips forward into his. Ashtons moaning and groaning was all the conformation I needed to keep going. He used his hands to help me move more swiftly.

My back arched and it was then I noticed my bra was still on. I grabbed one of Ashtons hands and moved it to the clasp on my bra strap. In an instant he had it unattached and thrown across the room. Hungrily his head came up to my breast and bit down at the tender skin. Ashtons long fingers fell to my crotch rubbing back and forth on the small nub.

“Hmm, shit.”

“Ah, f-fuck Ash, there.” I threw my head back.

I wasn’t going to last long. My grinding became harder against his hips and our moans filled the quiet room. His member twitched inside of me and from experience I knew he wouldn’t last from here. I licked up the base of his neck biting roughly on the smooth skin. His breathing became erratic, chest rising and falling below mine. Within seconds I felt his length release inside the condom. I rode out his orgasm hitting mine only moments later shouting his name out. Screw the neighbors.

We sat in each others arms for what felt like hours. I couldn’t believe we had actually done that. Ashton was my best friend. I’d just had sex with my best friend. I’d just stolen his virginity.

“That was incredible.”

I giggled looking up at him through my eyelashes. He looked exhausted. Love bites were trickled from his ear down his neck and abdomen. I couldn’t imagine I looked any better. Ashton dipped his head and placed a lazy kiss on my mouth.

I sighed upon hearing a knock at the front door. It was probably my flatmate, Jessica. She was always at UNI so she would occasionally forget her keys here and having to get another copy. I slipped away from Ashtons warm hold and quickly dressed myself in pajama shorts and a tank top.

My hair covered majority of the bruises on my body. I made my way down stairs and towards the door, Ashton right on my heels. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt, just his jeans, the hem of his briefs sticking over them. I giggled as he grabbed at my bum, my hand patting his away. I sped walked to the door, opening it. My smile drifted away and my heart immediately sunk. It wasn’t Jessica.

“Calum.”

His hair was cut shorter now in a military buzz cut, just leaving a little on the top, enough to style in a quiff. Tattoos decorated his tanned skin. He wasn’t scrawny anymore, muscles showing through his grey t shirt. I could see his jaw clench at the sight in front of him. Why was he here?


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anonymous asked:

I saw the post with the HC that anx is always wearing his Jacket and I just had to imagine Summers. I mean Thomas life's in Florida, doesn't he? I don't know a lot about geography but I know it gets really hot there. Just imagine dad telling him to take it off and anxiety being all grumpy and stubborn...

“Take it off, Anx, before you have a heat stroke!”

“I would, but its melted to my skin”

Reactions // request

Request: “Can u do one where y/n is a Youtuber and she is filming a video "my parents react to my boyfriend on Ellen’ and Justin just says cute things about her? Love your work”

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Y/N’s POV:

“What I have to say?” my mom asked still when I had already moved behind the camera. I groaned and covered my face. I started already regret my choice to make a video of my parents where they will react one of my boyfriend’s interviews.

“Just react to it. Whatever comes to your head, mom. If it’s bad, then you will say that it is bad. If it’s good then.. ugh, anything else? Dad?” I moved my gaze over my dad who was sitting next to my mom. “Everything okay” he showed a thumb and I nodded.

At least someone had a map of what to do, I thought. “Okay, so we’ll start now then. In three.. one.. two.. three!” I clicked the camera on.

I had shooted earlier the part where I told about the topic of my video and introduced my parents there. Now it was time to shoot the main part where they reacted on the video which I had chosen to them.

It was from one of Justin’s interviews in the Ellen Show a couple months ago. My mom was a huge fan of Ellen and I could notice how excited she looked when she watched the video.

Justin walked in and my mom turned the volume higher. I just tried stay as calm as possible behind the camera when I followed them and their acting.

“Y/D/N, look he is wearing that shirt which I gave him last Christmas” mom commented to my dad who couldn’t seemly care less. Justin sat down on a couch with Ellen and they started chat friendly.

After few minutes small talk Ellen laid the first ‘real’ question on the table. I took a better position behind the camera and focused the camera closer my parents.

“I heard that you guys celebrated the 2nd anniversary day last weekend” Ellen said and Justin nodded back quickly and looked to the camera.

I was on the backstage that time and he knew that I saw it too from there. He had asked me to come with him but I had said no. My own videos and shooting them gave me enough excitiment to my life already.

“Yeah, true” Justin answered back and smiled big. “I brought her a little trip when I got a few free days.. or well to be honest, took a few free days” he continued.

“Ooh, that must be that when they were in St. Barts” my mom said to my dad. They were doing just great. That was just what I wanted.

Real reactions and conversation. Plus they did it the way like I wouldn’t have been there. I was very pleased already.

“Did you bought Y/N anything special?” Ellen continued on the video.

“Well.. I bought her a necklace and a few other things which I might not mention here” Justin looked on his toes in the end and audience cheered.

I felt myself embarrassed because my parents heard that but they just chuckled softly and talked about the necklace. “It was a really beautiful, Justin has a really good taste” my mom said. My dad kept just nodding

“I’m happy that we got a son-in-law like that. Seemly I have nothing to teach him” my dad joked. My heart melted and I would have wanted just ran there and hug my dad so tightly. He was so cute.

That was maybe that moment when I finally his acception to our relationship. Not that, I would have cared about it, will he accept it or not, but it was still important.

“So you think that she’s love of your life?” Ellen laid the next question on the table. It made Justin blush lightly on the video. He looked shyly on the camera and bit his lower lip.

“Yes, totally. I mean, I don’t even know where I would be right now without her. That may sound a bit too dramatic but she gives me a reason to live and continue working on things, I believe in…” he covered his face.

He wanted cover those emotions which he felt while he talked about me. He wanted cover his tears which run down his cheeks. They would have been happy tears but he wanted show that side of him just for me.

I would have wanted to start cry on that point too but I had to contain myself. I had seen that video a hundred times before but those words still got me everytime.

I noticed my mom and for my suprise, also my dad wiped the corners of their eyes. They didn’t say anything but their reaction itself was enough to tell everything.

“Aww, it’s okay. We all know how much Y/N mean to you. You’re really lovely couple” Ellen tapped Justin’s back and made him raise his head up. “Big boys won’t cry” he mumbled himself and showed that big smile to everyone. Audience clapped their hands for him.

“So when will we be hearing about those wedding and baby news?” Ellen winked and made everyone in audience wake up and excited to hear the answer.

“Let’s see then. We haven’t really thought about those things yet but on some point. I let you know when it happen” Justin chuckled. Some in the audience yelled 'c'mon’ but Justin just turned his head over that person and looked her softly.

They shared still few words before Justin hugged Ellen who thanked him for coming. The video ended after that. My dad closed the laptop and I walked on the stage too.

“So here was the video for this time. I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave comments below if you want more if these kind of videos. Also remember press that little red buttom next to my name if you like my videos and want be the first who see them. Have a nice day everyone!” I said to the camera and waved in the end before I went hug my parents.

I ran to close the camera and look at the video. It looked perfect. “How do I look?” my mom moved next to me look at the video. “Just great” I smiled before I closed my camera and put it on the table to wait for next part of te project.

“Thank you again for coming to shoot that video with me. You helped me a lot” I thanked my parents when they were already leaving from my house. “You’re welcome, sweetheart” my mom said and kissed my cheek. “Anytime” my dad added and smiled.

They closed the door behind themselves and I walked back to my office finish my project. I opened my laptop and copied videos there. I was ready to start edit. This will be a long night, I thought, but it will be worth it.


12:08am | via Instagram |

@ Y/N : Heyyy, guys! A new video 'My Parents React to My Boyfriend on Ellen’ is out!📽 Go check it out

I just have so much feels about Sam liking boys and realizing it when he’s young

Just imagine 12 year old little Sam, not bitter about life yet, dating other little boys who kiss him on the cheek because he’s just so cute and gets flustered every time a boy looks at him

Little Sam keeping names and addresses and pictures of boys he liked and promised to write to in a secret little box

Little Sam trying to be confident and bold and making the first move to hold his friend’s hand in a dark movie theatre

Little Sam in front of whom several boys of the class want to show off their skills on the running track

Little Sam letting himself be loved for who he is

Photographs of War- Chapter 1

For the amazing @selene-yoshi-chan​ and her incredible pieces of WWII AU Nygmobblepot and Gordlock. I had to make this a multi chapter fic because of reasons. 


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Summary: The year is 1944 and American forces have finally entered the European Theater in France. Never knowing which day could be their last, Technical Sergeant Oswald Cobblepot finds himself slowly falling for the only other man in his platoon that seems to want to take the time to get to know him; Medical Specialist Edward Nygma finds a friend and maybe something more; Second Lieutenant Jim Gordon fights for his own brand of glory and recognition in the eyes of a man he’s looked up to since the war began; and First Lieutenant Harvey Bullock tries his damnedest to not let his feelings cloud his judgement as the leader of G Company. 

Raiting: M for now, might go up to E depending on how the characters treat me. 

Warnings: None for this chapter. 


Dear Mother, 



I finally received your letter last week. It has been difficult getting time to write back to you as we’ve been marching non stop. Don’t worry, we haven’t come under any fire.  Lieutenant Bullock says that there’s no reason to be worried, but I can see he looks more and more drained the closer we get to the border. 



It’s beautiful here. I can see why you loved it and why it was so hard to leave. We might be entering the front lines soon, but I can hardly get a word out of the upper ranks. 



They tell me that we’re getting closer to your home town. I’ll bring something back for you, I promise. Thank you for the chocolates you sent me. Don’t worry, they didn’t melt. I would share them but I don’t particularly have anyone to share them with. 



I promise that I’ll be home as soon as I can. I hope I am making you proud. 



Love, 


Oswald

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anonymous asked:

can a skelinkton have one main trait, (shape of soul) and have the secondary (color of the soul) split between two different traits?

Eeehh - I was debating this one for a bit… cause I can see the potential of it… however. These are human soul traits - things that monsters normally in UT cannot have in their soul otherwise they would melt. I kinda attribute skelinkton’s melty look to that. Their bodies are always flowing and changing due to having even just one or two traits… 

I think a third trait would make them unable to fully form. If there is more than one trait around, the skelinkton would gather the more prominent one. It’s kinda like a huge Rock Paper Scissors kind of thing. 

Like Integrity goes over kindness… etc etc

This applies only when there is more than two prominent traits around the soul. So if there is only two and it’s Determination and Justice, then the soul would have those traits. It wouldn’t just be determination unless the Justice one wasn’t prominent. 

Do It In My Sleep

Requested: Yes

Summary: You have a wet dream, and you wake up to Luke eating you out hehe.

Word Count: 1099

A/N: It isn’t very long, and this is in his perspective in case you’re wondering. c:

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Couch Time

She was curled on the couch watching a movie when I got home. Her hair was tied up in a messy knot on top of her head and her face was free of make up. She was dressed in a pair of my old sweatpants and one of her college t-shirts. This is what coming home to someone was all about. There was nothing like walking into your own house to find your sexy girlfriend warm and soft on your couch. It had been a long day at the studio and I simultaneously wanted to curl up with my head in her lap and cuddle the shit out of her and fuck her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.

She was so wrapped up in the movie she hadn’t even looked up when I walked in. I stood in the doorway and watched her. Rarely did I see her so at ease and relaxed. Typically she was a bundle of energy. It was going to have to be cuddling tonight. I began to walk to my bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes when she raised her hands above her head and stretched. I stopped where I was and watched as her t-shirt rode up on her stomach. She rolled her head on her shoulders and let out a soft moan. The hardness that began to grow in my pants instantly changed my plans.

I kicked off my shoes and padded into the lounge. She finally acknowledged me and gave me a soft smile before turning back to her movie.

“Hi Ni,” she said without looking at me.

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Rhys has always been the major feminist, so I see Feyre being the super scary/intimidating parent when their daughter starts dating and whatnot.

I see this because of what she has gone through, and Feyre doesn’t want her daughter to go through the same terrible things like what she did with Tamlin.

Lord have mercy, because I’m definitely headcanon-ing protective, Mama Bear Feyre.

Blended (Age - Part 2) (Request)

Can you write a Daddy!Harry blurb where he is a stepfather to his missus kids or vice versa where the missus is a stepmother and they talk about having their own child together

Okay, as was HIGHLY requested, here is a follow up story to the “Age” one-shot, which I will link HERE.

ANNNDDD, as an extra-special treat, the next prompt in my box just happens to fit this story line as well, so Monday’s story will be part 3!!

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The minute you turned 25, something inside of you started really wanting to have a baby. You figured this is what your mother had referred to as “baby fever”, when you were a teenager. Back then, you hadn’t been too keen on the idea of having kids of your own, but your mum had promised you that, someday, that instinct would likely kick in and completely change your mind.

Your mind had changed; it had changed when you met Harry. Seeing how good he was with Charlie and Micah (who were 6 and 3 when you met them), sparked something in your heart that you realized you wanted to have for yourself someday. It wasn’t an instant, ‘I need this now’, realization, but you knew that someday you wanted to have a baby. Preferably, you wanted to have a baby with Harry, and you were glad that Harry seemed to be on board with the idea of having another baby at some point, even with the age difference between you and the fact that he already had kids.

Although the thought was in your head for a few years, the timing never seemed right until you turned 25. Harry’s kids were now getting older; Charlie had just turned 11 and Micah was 8. They had their own friends and activities that they were involved in and you and Harry had a lot more time to yourselves because the kids were always out at something; they were also at their mother’s for two weeks out of the month.

You weren’t entirely sure how to broach the subject with Harry. You hadn’t really said anything at first because you wanted to make sure that you weren’t just having fleeting urges for motherhood; sometime when you visited a friend who had a baby, feelings like that sprung up but only lasted a few days. But your desire for a baby of your own had been eating at you for a few months now, and it didn’t feel as if it were going anywhere.

You weren’t hesitant to tell Harry about your desire because you thought he’d say no. Despite the kids now being quite a bit older, Harry always seemed to game for another baby. You were hesitant because you were still 25 and Harry was 35. The paparazzi and outside world had calmed down a bit now that you and Harry had been together for so long, but the idea of a pretty big age gap was still an issue from time to time. Throwing your own baby into the mix would give them more ammunition to use against you, and you were scared of bringing a new little life into that world.

The two of you weren’t married. Both of you had kind of agreed that you liked things the way they were and didn’t need a piece of paper or a ring to make things official. The kids had started calling you ‘mom’ gradually over time, and you felt like a family. Just because your last name wasn’t Styles, didn’t mean that you didn’t feel like one.

You decided to drop the bomb on him one weekend when the kids were at their mom’s. You and Harry had the house to yourselves and had just finished dinner. Once all the dishes were done and the kitchen was cleaned up, you decided to take advantage of the empty house and quiet evening and spend it watching a movie together. You tried as best you could to pay attention to the screen, but you found yourself jittery and unfocused, squirming against Harry’s body as your brain came up with ten thousand different ways to tell Harry that you were thinking about having a baby with him.

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