my babies are so alike i just

daily reminder that nikolai lantsov, king of ravka, is a nerd who decided that being a (pirate) privateer was the obvious path in life for the king’s second son.

reminder #2: he was just as tough as kaz when he was younger. he had to prove himself to be a good leader, a good fighter, ready to use violence and do so without showing feeling or remorse

reminder #3: he and kaz brekker will probably end up as life-long partners in crime aka best friends because they are so alike, bless them

Emotional Cheating

“Hiya love.”

Harry greeted from the doorway of your shared bedroom, his eyes looking discreetly at the clock that stated it’s 1 AM in the wee hours of morning.

“Told you not to wait up for me.”

He took his polo off that was slightly damp from his swear along with his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, feeling the extra fatigue come to his system once he felt fresh from having been tired in the studio and having a few drinks in the bar.

He went to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on your cheek, a downgrade of what used to be a long kiss on your lips or a hug in where he’d nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, completely inhaling your scent before pressing little kisses.

“How was your day?”

“’S good, finished some backing vocals. Had a few drinks with Nick and Kendall.”

Your stomach slightly felt queasy at the mention of her, but the feeling lifted for a second to realize that Harry’s your boyfriend, not her’s.

You weren’t blind to not see the older pictures of Harry and Kendall every time you scrolled down your feed of any social media account, nor the times Hardy made clear and evident that she was just a friend yet with him being a bit more talkative when she was there.

Yet deep inside you, you had the assurance that Harry loves you, yet not eaxactly as much as expressive as you are.

“You tired, baby?”

You asked, your hand going through his hair which made him release a sound of comfort, his head pressed upon your palm, humming out an answer you expected.



You immediately relaxed once you heard Harry’s voice the moment he accepted your call, the bass of the loud music as his background not going unnoticed.

“Where are you, love?”

“O — oh! I forgot to tell you this morning! It’s Kendall’s birthday today!”

The plan of spending a special night with Harry crumbled underneath your fingertips, making you take a deep breath to control yourself.

It was supposed to be a night to be spent completely between the both of you, especially now that you were promoted a rank higher in your job, something that you’ve hoped for ever since the start.

“What time are you going home, H?”

He hummed, the image of Harry probably looking at his watch striking in your mind, making you wait anxiously.

“Maybe a few minutes after midnight? And Y/N, baby, I told you not to wait up for me. ’S the reason why you’re always tired in the morning.”

“God forbid I get tired, Harry. Wish her a happy birthday for me, will you?”

“Will do, love,” he almost shouted since he couldn’t hear himself through the music, the sound of his name being called by probably one of his friends being heard by the both of you.

“Okay. I love y-…”

You were cut short with the line being completely dropped, upsetting you maybe a bit more than it should, making you turn your attention to the drink in front of you.


“Cheating. They call it emotional cheating.”


Harry’s eyebrows immediately furrowed from what you were saying, stopping himself from putting some clothes in his duffel bag that would last him for a day and in his toiletries, his attention completely turning towards you whose arms are crossed and standing in the doorway.

“Love, what the hell are you saying?”

He asked, nearing towards you and putting his hands on your shoulder, a concerned look on his face.

“Is this about your birthday tomorrow? Baby, I told you I would make up for it. You know I promised James I would come to his baby shower. Which happens to be in a yacht for a day.”



“I would be lying if I tell you that I didn’t notice how invested you are in Kendall. Every time you see her, the picture; the conversations.”

Harry breathed out since he noticed you lately of you changing your habits slightly, of how your eyes looked tired.

Yet beyond that, he didn’t seem to notice on how much you compromised. On how much you adjusted your life around him so you could be simply with him.

“Love, it just happens that James invited Kendall too. It isn’t my decision.”

You stared at your feet, feeling the hollowness in your heart for what felt alike in the past few months, your hands being put on top of his shoulders.

“You love me, right?”

“I do.”


It was obvious.

The moment Harry appeared on the door from the night after James’ baby shower, he already knew that you knew it.

And in fact, you already knew it, if it wasn’t for the people tagging you on posts numerously that your phone blew up with notifications, nor the text James sent saying that he’s sincerely sorry because if he knew, he wouldn’t invite either of them and even scold Harry.

He was looking at you expectingly, the tears already flowing out of his eyes as his heart dropped on the sight of you sitting silently on the couch, cussing himself silently of how much he messed up.

“Please say something.”

His voice cracked, pleading for you to say anything, whether it would favor him or not because at that moment, the silence was killing him slowly. He knew how well you could give a silent treatment and remembered a promise to himself long ago that he wouldn’t cross you again because he hates it.

He hates every single bit of it.

“That’s a nice birthday present.”

His heart tightened of what she just said, regretting the things he’ve done faster than when he did it, fully knowing that you can’t and you’re not looking into his eyes.

“I’m giving you a choice. So you wouldn’t think of me as being selfish.”

You stood up, looking down the floor until your feet was a good ruler away from his shoes, making it as a basis so that you wouldn’t get close to him.

“Five days. First choice is I stay here and not talk nor do anything that has to do with me interacting with you. Second is that I stay in a hotel and we could talk. On the phone, one call. Five minutes a day.”

“Love-…” Harry cut himself short, clenching and unclenching his fist at the weight of the moment he carries.

“It would kill me to not either see you nor talk to you.”

You wanted to fight him with what he said, but you took off the urge, your gaze still fixed on the floor.


Harry gulped, desperately wanting to fix what he caused in the first place.


“Fucking pick.”

He knew it. He knew it better than anyone should to not break your trust. Especially when you cussed at him while fighting. And yet again, he brought it upon himself. The both of you suffering.

Harry hiccuped out his answer amidst his tears, feeling the pain sear right through his seams that he felt shitty to say the least.


Would he use his five minutes now?

It was less than thirty minutes after you left the house on the same day he went home, bringing yourself and nothing else but your car, your keys, your phone and your cash.

You figured that you would buy clothes in the mini botiques the hotel has once the air gets too suffocating in your room.

You figured that you would rely on the hotel’s complimentary incentives for the toilteries.

You figured that you would have a drink or two from the mini bar they consider that’s in their mini refigerator.

Harry thought of it for a moment if it would be a good time to use his five minutes. Even better is what’s he going to say.

Your commitment is hanging on by five phone calls he’s going to make, your judgement, and maybe includes his prayers for you to be back on his arms.

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Robin’s Nest: Part 18

Prompt: What if the robin’s were batmom’s and bruce’s biological kids?

AN: This series is slowly coming to it’s end. It makes me sad and happy all at the same time

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 , Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17

Terry’s fifth birthday is a big one. Your home ends up filled with other five year olds and their parents. It’s all hands on deck for the big day, as the kids run all over the house. Despite having done this countless times before you’re more than a little stressed.

    Between making sure the kids don’t kill each other, and keeping the society climbing mothers away, you’re stressed to your max. You do your best to hide in the kitchen, as the older kids corral the younger ones. “Never again.”

    You roll your eyes, “You say that every time.”

    Bruce scowls, “And every time I think it can’t get worse, it does.”

    You hmmm, “So are we going to cancel Cass’ birthday?”

    Bruce scowls, “Of course not. I’m just saying an event planner is something to invest in.”

    “They’re children’s birthday parties. We don’t need an event planner.”

    “Just a clean up crew.”

    You take a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and kiss your husband’s cheek, “We’ll survive. Now go mingle with the other dads.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, because I have to mingle with the vipers that are their mothers.”

You slip out of the kitchen and allow your eyes to scan the crowd. Your eyes find a group of moms and you steel your nerves and force yourself to walk over. You approach from behind, just in case you chicken out. That’s when you hear them, “She didn’t even give poor Bruce a chance.”

There’s a giggle, “I know. How she tricked him into marrying her, I’ll never know.”

“I mean really. Running away together and getting pregnant right off the bat, it’s the oldest trick in the book.”

“And look at how many they have. Six biological kids, and then the two orphans, what is she trying to prove?”

“She’s not even that pretty. Her body has certainly gone to hell.”  

You bite the inside of your lip to keep from saying something. Stepping back, the nausea takes over and you slink back into the shadows. You slip upstairs and into your room. Your lunch makes a reappearance, before you collapse on your bed. The bed dips a moment later, and a head rests on your back.

Glancing back you grin at Duke, “What’s up kiddo?”

“They’re harpies. Mean bitter old women who are miserable in their own lives and looking to feel better about themselves.”

You sit up and he does too. Duke was a person who thrived on touch. His own parents had been big on hugs. You had sought to continue that. And as he had adjusted to your home, he’d grown comfortable in seeking reassurance, and finding his place in the family.

“I was playing hide and seek with Terry and his friends, I was under the table.”

“Did you win?”

He nods, “Yep, but I might have scared those women. I jumped out from underneath. One spilled wine down the front of her dress.”

You can’t help it, you laugh. “This would be the point I would normally parent, but I’m too exhausted right now.”

“So does that mean we’re off scot free.”

You blink at the sound of a new voice before several heads pop up. You smile as all your kids climb up onto the bed. Terry climbs right into your lap, “Thank you for my party mama.”    

You kiss the top of his head, “You’re welcome baby.”

Turning to your older kids you ask, “You were all hiding under the table?”

Jason shrugs, “We all think alike. I blame dad.”

Cass places a hand on your knee and signs “You’re very pretty mama.”

Tim nods, “What she said. They’re just mean.”

Dick’s smile is easy going but you can see the anger hidden below the surface, “I think from now on, these parties should only be family and close friends.”

There’s a chorus of agreement before a moment of silence settles over the group, “I like having a big family.”

Your eyes flash to Helena. Her eyes are thoughtful, “Sure sometimes these guys are annoying, and they only leave like three chips in a bag, but they’re always here for me.”

Jason echos the sentiment, “There’s always been someone to talk to, or play with, or blame.” You raise an eyebrow at the last one but he just smirks.

“There’s always someone to help us with homework, or spar against.” Damian chirps in.

Duke smiles, “We’re a family.”

You smile, “Very true, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” With smiles on their face you watch your kids leave the room.

You sit there on the bed for a few more minutes, and wait for Bruce to peek his head in. “How are you feeling?”


He nods, and takes a seat next to you, “That’s common at this stage.” There’s a moment of silence before he asks, “Should we even bother saying this will be the last one?”

You smile, “This is the last one.”

Bruce wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in close, “You sure about that?”

Your hands go to your belly, “No.”

“Duke’s right you know.”

“About what.”

“You’re amazing, and beautiful.”

You smile, “Those harpies were right. I have stretch marks, and a flabby tummy. Lord knows I’m not nearly as put together as I should be.”

Bruce’s hand goes to cover yours, “This belly has carried six babies, and is now carrying a seventh. You’re a mother to eight soon to be nine children it’s understandable that you’re not magazine cover ready. And the most important thing, you are gorgeous, and courageous, and I thank God for you every day, because you are the love of my life.”

Leaning into your husband you take in the amount of happiness that’s surrounding you, and you smile.

One Hundred Miles Away


Request: oh what about a dad!shawn one where the reader and their 1 year old son surprise him at an ellen interview? (Shawn thought they were in Canada)

Word count: 2,401

One Hundred Miles Away

“Hello everybody and welcome to today’s show! We have the most exciting guest for you and a fully packed show” Ellen started, looking into the camera.

It already gave me butterflies, knowing my hubby Shawn would walk out at any second now. I still can’t believe, I got to keep that one.

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SF9 Reaction to: Your Idol Group Having A Sexy Comeback

Inseong: Turns into a gross flirt. “Hold on, I need glasses to truly appreciate your beauty,” he’ll say. He feels no jealousy at fans enjoying your sexy comeback, as he knows he’s the only one who gets to touch.

Originally posted by yngbin

Youngbin: He’s a little jealous, mostly because your relationship was a secret, so no one knew you were his. He has to grin and bare seeing other idols gape at your performances. While visiting you backstage, he barely notices the other idols and staff around as he makes it a point to show off that he’s dating you.

“Come here, sit on Binnie’s lap. Do you want a kiss?”

Originally posted by maknaesnoonax

Jaeyoon: The moment he sees your comeback played on the music channel, he dials your number, acting extra as always.


Originally posted by fantajae

Dawon: The extra-est of extra, King of being Too Much, will be so childish. “Yah! What is this? Why are you grinding like that - You can’t be my bias and my bias wrecker, stay in your damn lane!”

Originally posted by jerriexofanfic

Zuho: Tries and fails to act like he’s cool about it. “Jealous? Me? What makes you think that :) :) I’m perfectly fine with your comeback :) Especially that dance move where your group mates hands slide up your leg :) That was a cool part :)”

Originally posted by dinojaeee

Rowoon: Your number one hype man. He promotes your comeback better than your own company and knows the routine off by heart. Whenever your song comes on the radio, he blasts it and tries getting the others to join in.

“Come on, Chanhee! You know the moves!”

Originally posted by princechani

Taeyang: This soft child doesn’t know how to react. Like many teen boys watching your music video, he felt a spark go down his spine. But you weren’t just any random idol to drool over, you were his. So while he was supportive of you, he wasn’t quite sure how to react to his hyungs and fans alike seeing you like that.

Originally posted by sf9fantasy

Hwiyoung: Dolphin squeals every time you appear on screen. “WHOOOOA! THAT’S MY BABY!”

Originally posted by hviyeongs

Chani: “I heard it’s really good! But I haven’t watched it yet, Youngbin won’t let me. Every time I try watching the music video, he storms into my room and takes my phone away … But the first five seconds were very impressive!”

Originally posted by sf9fantasy

Little Monster part 3


Pairing: Professor!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: A couple bad words? Mentions of drugging someone (e.g. date rape) but without explicit content. Just briefly mentioned but if this is not for you, then please skip the cursive part!

Word count: 2389

Summary: You and Clint meet up to discuss tactics. Pietro reveals something to Bucky and infuriaties him.

A/N: You should start to wonder by now who the real little monster is…

Part 1

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“ The Princess Of The Castle “

HAPPY 4th!!!!!! From me and my princess Haley. I hope you guys have a great holiday! I had to post these because it was my last kiss from her before I left to Portland early in the morning to go to meet babe’s family. I’ll be back in Ny this week tho before Friday for her birthday, so y'all don’t get no cook out plates and don’t save me none. 😂😂💀

Speacial s/o to my babies! @helloitskeetz @inbrooklynnitsnow @cherishdrubio @crown-queen-bambee @jai-ts4 @sade and more I didn’t forget the rest just can’t tag you all 😂😂
A Pearl Becomes an Oyster

This piece is sort of an adaptation of a couple prompts that @darthsuki​ got; I took parts of the pregnant s/o prompts and ran with them. Soooooo the s/o (spouse, this is after the wedding) is female-bodied in this, BUT still gender-neutral, because I strive for maximum enjoy-ability for all of you!

Hope you enjoy! (also sorry about the part at the end that can be considered cliche, I just felt it… worked.)

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anonymous asked:

On Emi Ozmen's (Adam Prenderghast's wife) IG story there's a video of Silver laughing and she says like 'I'm gonna marry a butthole" and Emi says "like Mummy", and it just makes me think of the misses sending a video of the kids to H, and him getting all pouty because she called him a butthole haha

Oh, my goodness. I’ve just seen her story and followed her on Instagram. She’s the cutest little girl, ever. And the baby boy? Oh, he’s so precious! I love the fact that Harry’s surrounded by family people; he’s a family man without his own family, haha.

The missus would use Instagram more than Harry would, and, she’d share photos and videos of their babies more often than Harry, and fans would always gush over how cute Persephone looked in her outfit or how handsome Alfie or how alike the twins look. And because you can tag people in them, the missus would always tag Harry in hers so he could see them, and, he’d usually always text her back with the cutest message about how he misses the kids or how he can’t wait to get home from work so that he can have a long cuddle and relax after a stressful day with them.

One video, in particular, would make the fans laugh and they’d be talking about it all over social media, sharing the videos around. It would be during dinner, when Harry was away on a small promotional tour for a batch of new music he was releasing for everyone, and the missus would film Persephone as she spoke about daddy, Alfie’s giggles being heard in the background from his high-chair. The twins tucked up in the cots upstairs as they slept before feeding.

“What did you say, baby? Tell everyone what you said to me,” the missus would laugh, holding her phone up as she filmed her eldest, “come on. What did you say to mummy?”

“M’gon’a marry a butthole,” she’d giggle hysterically, rolling her head back and making Alfie squeal out, the missus’ laugh being heard, mixing in with the sweet sounds of her children’s laughter.

“Like mummy?” The missus would smirk off-camera, as Persephone giggled and covered her face, nodding rapidly before bursting out into laughter.

And, she’d post it on her Instagram story, tagging Harry with a small caption, already know that it would be shared amongst social media before she locked her phone to eat dinner. Halfway through, her phone would buzz, a message coming through from Harry; a pouted selfie with a text beneath it.

Stop telling our kids that I’m a butthole. xx

anonymous asked:

i hope you don't mind getting a few of these type of asks but who do you think will most likely settle down first then start a family & how many kids do you think each member would have? ik they're all pretty young atm except for xiumin really so it probably wouldn't be for quite some time (you can go into detail w/ this ask if you like)

From what some of the guys are doing, it looks like they’ve got a long life of idol life still, I don’t think the majority of them would settle down while still being an idol because they couldn’t give their significant other the attention they deserve and need.

Like I can see Chanyeol and Lay being producers after EXO, and Kyungsoo being an actor, I swear Chen will go into theater, and of course the boys’ enlisting and stuff. 

I think Chanyeol would probably be the first to settle down, he’s such a dad, he loves kids so much and he’s such a dad/husband material kind of guy. I definitely think he’ll have at least two, since he’s said that he wants kids like he and his noona, so a girl first and then a boy. So at least two, but how maternal daddy chan is, I could definitely see him having more than two.

Kris has mentioned things about his ‘future daughter’ for a while now, and now that he’s not actually under a label or anything, his idol life is more of his choice in being in movies and such, I can see him being an idol/actor while having a kid/wife as well, and he’s one of the oldest and not Korean so he doesn’t have to worry about enlisting and all that. I can see Kris having just one, at least planned on only having one. 

Lay is so entranced by kids, and he’s such an angel towards girls and people in general, and if his past of romantic things for his past GF, he’s such a loving guy so I can imagine him getting married sooner than the others. I can lowkey imagine him opening his own dance studio for kids in China and shiz, maybe even teach his kids there too. I think with how adoring he is with kids, and now that the Child Ban in China has been raised to two, I can see him having two, adding the kids at his dance studio as his ‘claimed children’ as well. Mama Hen Xing, gotta love it.

Kai has a shiz ton of dogs so he’s definitely capable of having multiple kids, and he adores his niece so much he’ll most likely definitely want a daughter, to the point of trying multiple times and ending up with at least three kids, or maybe even adopting a girl. He referenced wanting to be able to actually help his wife cook and with house stuff when he was on Yummy Yummy with Sehun, so he’s definitely trying to work out the idea of being a husband, so I can imagine him settling down sooner than the other guys

Baekhyun, as my nana says, is ‘more bf material than husband’ because he’s so playful and childish. But I can definitely see him settling down earlier than some of EXO. From return of superman, he’s definitely the mom in the household, he’s definitely the more gentle and nurturing one, I can imagine him being on return of superman too, being the house dad and stuff. He’s got a big family, he’s the baby of a bunch of sisters so I can imagine him having multiple kids as well, 3+ or so, and being the stay at home dad. 

Xiumin got a cat, and my nana and I make jokes like ‘people that get a dog, want someone to love them. people that get a cat, want to love something’ so I can imagine him being in the forefront of settling down because, yeah he’s the oldest but he’s also such a lovey baby and he was so cute on return of superman with the chen’s look alike and his sister. He’s definitely good with kids, but I don’t see him having a lot, maybe one or two at the most. 

Chen just seems way to playful still to be considering settling down, a girlfriend maybe, but married and kids, I don’t see for a very long time. Plus he’s Xiumin’s buddy, can’t leave his hyung all alone again, can he? But I oddly see Chen with a lot of kids? Being one of the older members, he kinda is a mom, or at least a weird aunt in EXO, I can definitely see him being like an idol dad on return of superman with like triplets or something XD

Luhan would probably be one of the lasts, and it made me lowkey laugh thinking about this. He’s definitely in no rush to get a girlfriend or anything, seeing as his butt, even after being free from SM, got two cats because he was lonely, instead of just getting a girlfriend…..
He was going to go to college before he got into EXO, so I imagine he’d go get his degrees before he settled down, and again with the new law in China, I imagine he’d have two as well, along with his kitty sons.

Suho is definitely a mom and husband worthy, but he’s had to practically raise EXO since training, I think he’d be one of the last to settle down, or at least have kids, just so he finally has a break from taking care of people. But he will definitely have kids, no doubt. I think he’d only have one or two, no more than two though. He would definitely be one of the lasts if he’s an idol, considering he broke up with his gf when he was a trainee because he couldn’t give her the proper attention a bf should give, so I find it hard to imagine him being an idol with a wife and kids?

Sehun’s an actual child and he can’t even cook ramen, I think he’d be one of the members to live a normal life after EXO, not continue on too much with being an idol so I imagine he’d want to get some degrees and enlist before settling down. I can see him maybe only having one kid, seeing as he’s practically an infant and being the maknae, he hasn’t really had to take care of a human. Or he’ll just stick to Vivi for quite a few years.

Kyungsoo, I highkey think was really fucked up from that girl breaking up with him because he was ‘too clingy’ and never getting candy of valentines day and stuff, so I think he’s kind of thrown himself into work and won’t let himself get involved with romance and stuff? Idk, but either way, he seems to be setting up a lot of stuff so he can continue to be an actor after EXO, and remain in the idol life, and because he’s so focused on his work I don’t see him mixing a wife and kids into that. HOWEVER, he will definitely be the best husband and father ever, no doubt about that. I can imagine him with a few kids, he has an older brother so I image he’ll have 2 or 3.

Tao is the last to settle down in my mind. He just seems way too childish still to even be considering settling down let alone get married and have kids? And idk, watching that show he was on with kids, he doesn’t look like he has any idea how to take care of himself, let alone a child, so I think he’d be way way after the others. I think if it did happen, he’d only have one kid, though.


I can’t

Justin would normally go back from studio late nights. It kinda depended on how the work was going or what Scooter expected of him. Anyways, it was sort of amazing how much passion and dedication this boy would always show towards music. Lyrics, beats, production. He would try to get involved in every little process, trying to be a part of what he created as much as possible.

Sometimes, Justin would be really frustrated. Mainly, because people were against him producing his favourite R&B, or just ‘cuz he felt like he is being able to do more than just mediocre pop songs with cheesy lines, with a boring, annoying chorus. But than, some days he would be so happy, never shutting up about the session he just finished. And, this fact was comforting, considering how hard it was to get the happiness out of him from time to time.

Therefore, after analysing those facts, for JB to come back like this was rather (more than) unusual. As soon as his posture entered the house, there was this very odd tension in the air. His face seemed so empty; there was no sign of any certain feeling upon it. This was concerning, but knowing the fact that he absolutely hated this “are you okay?” questions, I just stopped right there, sending him the nicest smile I owned.

'Hi, my sweet, vanilla muffin!’ I said in the most baby-alike voice I had, moving to my left on the couch, to leave him some space.

“Hi.” Was his only response, as he gave me a little, clearly fake smile. Once again, this only showed me that there’s something wrong on-going and it is being kept as a secret, which was really infuriating. I was cuddled up to him, my chin rested on his shoulder, and although it didn’t seem like he minded. he certainly looked like he did.

'Um, how was studio? Did u finish that ballad you told be about the other day? How’s Scooter?’ I showered himself with questions, hoping that he might appreciate me trying to act as everything is okay.

'The studio was fine.’ He shrugged his shoulders, placing his legs on the coffee table in front of us. I tried no to show my short tempered tendencies, trying to be more understandable of him. He carried a lot of pressure just by himself and it was really upsetting knowing that no matter how much you would try, there was really no way to help him out.

'You hungry, babe? I cooked your favourite pasta today, wanna try?’ I asked, once again in a a really polite manner. My head bowed to the side, looking at my boyfriend with a gentle smile. It took him some time to actually acknowledge my presence, he licked his lips, swinging his head around as he looked ad me with this bored expression. If the situation was different, I would probably took an offence in the way he kept on staring at my persona.

'Yeah, I can eat.’ He did that thing with his shoulders once again, getting up as soon as I reached out to touch his face. Was the problem in me? Was he annoyed by me? Did I do anything to make him this way? It made me sad now. And realising, he had such a big impact on my mood was quite concerning. It was almost like we were some kind of connected, we felt each other’s pain. And knowing that we were in a serious relationship, it was suppose to be normal. But still, the idea of him being to destroy myself so easily was frightening.

I followed Justin to the kitchen, fixing my, actually his, shirt on myself as I moved to the counter. Everything was already prepared, all I needed to do was pour the dip on the top, add cheese and leave my boyfriend to mix the food the way he liked it best, he could be really picky with his meals if he wanted.

'Thank you.’ He simply said as the plate was now in front of him. Sending him a little smile, I sat right opposite, on a rather big chair, dangling my legs as I got on with my own meal. The silence was almost murderous, however if he wanted to keep it this way, I respected it. There were so many things on my mind, not only Justin related, so I just got on with them, trying to make some sort of brain diary to plan the upcoming events.

'I can’t.’ A silent mumble reached my ears, which woke me up from my moment. I raised my eyebrows, putting my sight right on a boy in front of me. His hand was shaking, you could see the fork moving up and down in a quick speed. All of sudden he looked pale; his face showed so much pain, and I was unsure whether it was an emotional or a physical one.

I did not hesitate for long, getting up from my sit and walking over to him. 'I’m so sorry, Y/N.’ He said, not taking his eyes from the plate still full of food, and it was heart breaking just to see him in this state, he did not need to feel guilty for not eating.

'Shhh, baby don’t worry, okay? I will help you out, just stay calm for me.’ I whispered right to his ear, helping him to get up and place his left hand around me, so he has some more help with keeping the balance.

Justin was definitely destroyed by fame in so may ways. He tried so hard, so many times and he couldn’t please everyone, which fucked him up to the point where he would just stop with all the feelings. The careless behaviour, that would be just a sight of suicidal propensities became even more obvious until something major happened and literally exploded, making everyone finally realise that he is a human being. And now, now that all the people thought “Oh yeah, Justin Bieber improved, didn’t he? He ain’t that spoiled fuck he once was, right?”. But really through, this 'spoiled fuck’ never was one. It was, and still is so fucking annoying, how you can just simply judge someone you have never met. You see stuff and you come up to the worst conclusion possible without trying to understand. Shit, most of the time you have the wrong info as well, but who cares, right? You broke a human being and you did that for your own, sick entertainment. And, that is an actual fact.

'I feel so, so, so bad.’ Was what he kept on repeating all the way up till we reached our bedroom. I helped him lay down, take his shirt of and undo his belt and button, to give him as much physical comfort as possible.

'I’m here, you’re not alone.’ I said softly, placing my body next to his. One of my hands landed on his torso, massaging delicately his skin, as the other one rested on brunette, thick hair of his, rubbing his head. He needed so much love at the moment. This was the only way to prevent him from having a panic attack that I could just smell coming.

'It’s so hard. I feel like I’m gonna collapse any minute. I love too much and I care too much. I try, and try, and try, and I can’t. I want to feel good, I want to end with those moments that are literally killing me, I just cannot.’ He sobbed silently, letting the whole volcano of tears stream down those beautiful, precious cheeks. My lips travelled to his face, giving it slow kisses, in the way that always made him feel a lot better.

'You’re so brave and strong. So pure, polite. So lovely, caring, helpful, grateful; so worthy. I love you so much. So many people do. We are so proud of you. It’s okay, cry for as long as you need. I have my eternity to make sure you will be okay. I’m not going anywhere, let it all out on me, let me love you the way you can’t love yourself now.’ My words flew straight into his ears, as my mouth left subtle kisses around that area of his face.

'I-I love you too. I love all of you. So much. T-Thank you…so much.’ He said after a long break of just crying and whimpering. It could be hours that passed as the position of moon outside the window was now completely different. But I did not mind. I was willing to have him being vulnerable for as long as he needed. Because you know, I don’t think he often had a chance to be that, feel that.

The Littlest Winchester (Part 1 of 5)

(Note: I’ve never done mpreg before but my friend has been having a hard time, so I’m doing it for her because she likes mpreg stories and friends do nice things for each other. There will be five parts to this story. Enjoy! To catch up on this story, you can read it on Tumblr or on Ao3.)

Dean realized they weren’t going to be able to hide it much longer when Castiel stretched for a box of convent artifacts and a subtle swelling poked out of his shirt. That was also the day it became all too real.

Angels bred.

They had no gender, of course. They evolved into reproducing among themselves and with humans, they thought, because God abandoned them so long ago that the species would have died out if it didn’t begin to breed. Only the old standard ultraconservative angels still referred to each other as siblings. Most of them grew to realize centuries before that they weren’t, in fact, siblings and many of them paired off into profound bonds.

Profound bonds.

Dean had to chuckle whenever he thought of Castiel describing their relationship that way, conveniently leaving out the fact that a profound bond was the angelic way to describe deep and abiding romantic love. Castiel had been telling Dean “I love you” for years but it all got lost in translation.

“What are you looking at, Dean?” asked Castiel, his voice dragging Dean back to reality.

“Lemme carry that thing,” Dean answered as he grabbed the box from the angel.

A head tilt followed, of course. “I’m perfectly capable of carrying a box of artifacts up to the library.”

“Not while you’re knocked up.” Stone tablets tugged on Dean’s arms and he knew he was right. He had to keep an eye on Castiel and the … the … baby-thing.

“Knocked up? I don’t understand tha–Ohh.” All of the wheels in Castiel’s mind worked together and understood the odd expression. He trailed after Dean through the labyrinth of the bunker’s basement toward the stairwell. “Dean, I’m not as … delicate as humans, I suppose you could say. Angels wage war and keep life flowing in humanity, all while expecting their fledglings.”

“Yeah, well, they’re not carrying my fledgling,” Dean muttered through the bunker. “I’m supposed to take care of you. It’s what I do. And you’re not that different from pregnant women anyway.”

“How so?”

Lugging the box into the library, Dean kicked a chair out in passing and hoped Castiel would take the hint to sit down. “Number one, I saw you getting weepy at the movie last night.”

“It was a moving story,” retorted the angel.

“Uh-huh. Cas, you don’t cry.” He shot Castiel a skeptical eye as he dropped the box on a table and pointed at the chair to make him get off his feet. “Number two, you don’t eat but you polished off my whole bag of sour cream and onion chips two days ago, not to mention the snack shelves in the pantry keep coming up empty this week.”

“I like the salt taste. It’s simple. Not too many molecules,” Castiel said with a bit of an injured look.

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Oreo O's Are Returning to Store Shelves After 10 Long Years!
Oreo O's haven't been on store shelves since 2007, but they're finally making a comeback! The iconic cookies and cream cereal from the '90s will hit store
By Erin Cullum

Okay NO let me tell you what. When i was just a baby, in day-care, we were allowed to bring in cereal for breakfast. Most of the time, the kids just ate whatever cereal they brought in but technically, it was to be shared. Well, as a baby, I fucking loved Oreo’s and Oreo O’s alike. So my mom got me a small box of Oreo O’s to take to day care and this was special, okay? Shit was expensive. I had my bowl that morning and went off, happily to play. The next morning, I ask for my Oreo O’s and the day care lady tells me “Oh no, Mason got the last bowl. Sorry.” Here, little fucking Mason had about three bowls of my motherfucking Oreo O’s and like two the previous morning. I still remember his smug ass baby face eating my goddamn  Oreo O’s. And they told me I couldn’t be mad because it was to share. And then, they stopped making Oreo O’s. I’ve gone 17 fucking years, through 3 different school systems, holding a grudge against this kid about this fucking cereal. I graduated with Mason and even now, I still hate that prick. Fuck you, Mason.

Deanpunzel? - Request

(Don’t allow me to choose the titles, please.)

Requested by anon:  Hi! Could you do one dean x reader where they are in a relationship and she calls him Rapunzel because she thinks they look a lot like each other and just so many fluff and embarrassed dean please .

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam.

Word count: 1,708

Warnings: Dean’s insecurity, fluffy fluff.

A/N: I love some comforting Dean kind of thing, and I sure as Hell loved making this. I hope you do too! Enjoy!

Requests are ALWAYS open!

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“I’m serious man, clippers.” Dean insisted.

“No.” Sam stated with an eye-roll. “What’s your deal with my hair?”

“You look like freaking Rapunzel!” Dean exclaimed, keeping his joking tone.

(Y/N) tilted her head, narrowing her eyes as if she needed to get a better view of Sam. “Nah, he doesn’t.”

“See? Even your girlfriend knows…” (Y/N) was now looking at Dean.

“Although,” She interrupted Sam, “you do look a lot like her.”

“What? Of course not!” Dean fumed.

“She’s right, you do.” Sam chuckled.

“Big green eyes, curly eyelashes, blonde hair…” She mumbled, analysing his facial features.

“Chubby cheeks.” Sam added.

“I DON’T HAVE CHUBBY CHEEKS.” Dean roared. Sam took his phone out, googling a Rapunzel picture and showing it to Dean.

“Also the baby face.” (Y/N) continued.

“Oh my Chuck, yes!.” Sam nodded in agreement “You’re like twins.” The younger brother stated mockingly.

“Oh yeah… They look a lot more alike side by side.” (Y/N) commented, alternating her gaze between the animated princess and her boyfriend.

Dean huffed angrily and left to lock in his room. (Y/N) and Sam were used to him ranting about everything in the past few days, so they just worked on their respective chores and gave him time to cool off. By the time the night came, Dean was fine and he seemed to have forgotten all about the Rapunzel thing.

A whole week went by and Dean hadn’t mentioned a single thing about Sam’s hair, not even when (Y/N) French braided it. He was also acting weird and he had let his bread grow. Sam and (Y/N) were starting to get concerned about him, so (Y/N) decided to face him.

Dean was in front of the bathroom mirror, checking out his growing beard. He wasn’t used to it, it made him feel older, but he had to let it grow in order to hide his baby face. He also checked his green eyes, and tried putting on some water over his eyelashes to see if they uncurled – which they didn’t. (Y/N) was right behind him, watching his every move; however and due to the height difference, Dean hadn’t noticed her.

“Babe?” (Y/N) called, making Dean jump.

“You scared me.” He breathed out, wide eyed.

“Sorry… What are you doing?” She tilted her head to emphasize the question.

“Uh… You know, just looking at my manly beard. Why?” He was uncomfortable, and if it weren’t for the beard, (Y/N) would be able to see his blushing cheeks better.

“Nothing…” She replied, “I want to talk about a little something, if you don’t mind.”

Dean furrowed his eyebrows and nodded, walking back to his room, locking them both before sitting at the edge of the bed. He liked some privacy when (Y/N) wanted to talk.

“What is it?”

“You’re acting weird.” She stated with the most serious tone Dean had ever heard on her.

“No I’m not.” He was, and he knew it. But Dean Winchester won’t ever admit things like so.

“You haven’t mocked Sam’s hair in a whole week… Hell! You’ve barely spoken at all!” She exclaimed, “You’re letting your beard grow!”

“It’s called growing up!” Dean roared, “Maybe you and Sam should try!”

“Is this about Sam and I? What did we do?” She inquired. Dean had built up his wall, and he was overly defensive of it.

“Ask yourselves!” Dean stood up, walking past her and to the door, but (Y/N) didn’t let him. She was willing to tear the wall down, even if she had to become a wrecking ball but Dean wasn’t going to hide whatever it was bothering him from her.

“Dean, talk to me.” She begged, “Tell me what’s wrong, we can fix it.”

“Doesn’t matter, okay?” Dean huffed.

“It clearly matters to you!” She insisted, “Just… You know you can tell me anything.”

Dean licked his lips, considering her words before turning her back on her. She used this as her advantage, guiding him to sit back in bed, cuddled with her.

“Dean, baby… Please, tell me.” She asked softly, “I’m here, I won’t laugh.”

“You sure as Hell were laughing with Sam that other day… Laughing at me.” Dean mumbled, huddling closer to her and resting his face over her chest.

“You mean when… Is this because of…?”

“Rapunzel, yes.” (Y/N) giggled, causing Dean to look up at her in confusion.

“We were just joking.” She cleared, giving Dean a warm smile.

“So I don’t look like her?” (Y/N) hesitated to respond. She clicked her tongue and shrugged her shoulders.

“Just a tiny, tiny bit.” She finally replied, using a high-pitched voice, She used to fingers to gesture how small the look alike was.

Dean huffed, rolling on his side to give his back on her. She sighed heavily and rolled with him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing her chest against his back. It was weird to be the big spoon with such a tall, broad man but the situation required it.

“Babe, I’m sorry…” She muttered, “I never meant to make you feel less…”

“Less what?” Dean hissed.

“Whatever it is that you’re feeling.” She breathed out, not wanting to start yet another fight.

“Should’ve thought of it before mocking me.”

“To be fair, you were mocking Sam first.” She responded.

“But Sam doesn’t care… Besides, I was talking about his hair length… You literally compared me to a goddamn Disney princess.” Dean mumbled.

“She’s cute.” She replied with a dubitative tone.

“I don’t want to be cute.” Dean spoke with a childish voice.

“Then what do you want to be?” She asked, using her motherly voice to match his childish boyfriend.

“I want to be though… bad-ass… When a guy thinks of hitting on you and then sees me by your side, I want them to think ‘Damn, he’ll kick my ass if I get close’… I don’t want to be called Rapunzel, or Ken doll, definitely not pretty face… I’m a warrior, not an Abercrombie model.” Dean spoke shyly; he had never confessed that to anyone.

“I’m sure you’re already quite intimidating…” She whispered, “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I thought you did see me as a warrior.” Dean replied, leaning deeper into his pillow to hide his humiliation.

“I do see you like that… Dean, you’re like Superman, or Batman! You can save lives and still look like you were hand-made by God himself…” She said.

“Right.” Dean didn’t believe a single thing she said.

(Y/N) sighed heavily and sat up, pressing her chin to his side, and trying to look at his face – which was hiding on the pillow. “You never believe me when I compliment you but you do believe me when I tell a joke…”

“Your jokes are easier to believe.”

“So you really think you look more alike to a long-ass haired princess rather than… I don’t know… Captain America?” She inhaled deeply before letting out a loud sigh, “I just wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

“Oh yeah, that way I could look at Rapunzel every morning when I shave.” Dean chuckled bitterly.

“Or maybe you would see the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” She spoke softly, “You’d see a forest in your eyes, and you know how much I like forests… You would see that sharp jaw that kills me every time you chew.” Dean’s lips curled slightly, “You would see the million freckles over your nose, and remember of the stars each night…”

“If I had a million freckles, I would…”

“Don’t interrupt my moment!” She laughed, making Dean laugh as well. He looked up from the pillow, connecting his green orbs with her (Y/E/C) ones.

“You want to turn this into a chick-flick?” Dean inquired jokingly.

“Yes!” She grinned, “Now shut up.” Dean smiled back, looking down for a second before looking back up, nodding for her to continue. “Where was I?”

“My freckles.”

“Right.” Dean stared lovingly as she spoke, “Your freckles remind me of the stars each night, when we drive back home late and Sam is snoring on the back seat while the radio plays softly in the background… And you would see your fanfiction lips…”

“Fanfiction li…”

“SHHHHH.” Dean laughed along with her, “Yes, fanfiction lips… You have the exact lips people describe in fanfiction, and don’t ask how I know this but the ones that did like the Supernatural books have a fair idea of how you look like.” Dean licked his lips shyly, and not even his beard could cover the blush on his cheeks. “You would also see a very muscly man that saves my lame-ass every single time… And not only mine, but a lot of other people’s too. You would also see a man who gives his life for whoever he loves, a man who will never judge a book by its cover and that knows respect better than anyone… You’d see a man who is ashamed of making a joke using a serious statement, just to release some stress… A man who makes puns, impressions and uses pop-culture references to make people smile, or at least focus in something other than the situation… I see a man who loves with all his heart, but who thinks he’s not deserving of that same amount of love, a man who keeps telling himself he’s less than people tell him, when in reality he’s a superhero and deserves the double amount of love he gives.”

“You’re so cheesy.” Dean joked, although his green eyes were now watery.

“And you’re a stubborn bitch.” She joked back, “And I love you so much for that.”

“You really do?” He asked like a little child.

(Y/N) nodded, her eyes becoming watery as well. “I would die, I would kill, I would do anything for you, Dean Winchester.”

Dean couldn’t say anything else. Instead, he pulled her to his arms, hugging her tightly and pressing his nose on the crook of her neck. “I love you.” He managed to mumble.





“So you really think I look like Captain America?” Dean asked from the bathroom, he was finally shaving.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure you would get casted to play him on a big Hollywood production.” Dean chuckled.


It’s always entertaining reiterating to my mother that I don’t want to get married or have kids.

“You’ll change your mind when you’re older.”


“It’s because you’re not eating right”


“You don’t want to give me grandkids?”

If you want a baby so bad go have one.

“That’s selfish.”

…ok mom.

(She also forgets the Events of last year that mean I likely medically cannot have kids, so in the event that I actually wanted them at some point, this whole Discourse would be super upsetting. So there’s that too.)

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Mr. Perfect (Hwarang! Han Sung)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Type: Fluff

The days seemed to get longer for you as you waddled more. Hansung held your back and one of you hands everywhere you went. “Your mother said you should be laying down?” Hansung said as you shook your head no. “I’m hungry” you say “I would bring you something” he says “but I don’t want to be lazy” “you usually want to sleep” “well baby didn’t want to. Its been moving around a lot now” you say as he smiles. “I bet baby is excited to meet his family” he says as you nod.


“Just lay down” you say to Bitna who let’s out a yell. It was her nap time and she just didn’t want to do as asked “Bitna just lay down and sleep you’re going to be grumpy if you don't” you nearly yell. “Sister you went to the bathroom on my floor"she said stomping her foot as you froze. Soon a new sensation hit you and you winced “ah ah Bitna. Find Hansung” “he and brother went to the market” she says as she didn’t understand the situation or your panic. “Find mother please. Tell her that your niece or nephew is on its way” you say. “Are they coming to visit?” she asked “Bitna they are going to stay-” “do I have to share my room?” “Bitna please!” you yell “get mother” you hiss as she nods and takes off yelling through the hall.


“Where do babies come from?” Hansol asks Hansung as they walked “well babies are presents from the gods” Hansung says not giving him the dirty details that the actual process required. “They just leave us there and parents find us?” Hansol asks as he grabs Hansung’s hand “sure” he says with a smile. “Well I look like father and I don’t get why” “the gods want you to look like the people who finds you so they know that you’re their’s to take” he spoke “but I want to be my own person” Hansol says “well you are. You just look like someone else” “will baby look like me?” Hansol asks “it might of it looks like your sister because you and your sister look alike or it might look like me” he spoke as Hansol stopped. “I’d feel bad for baby if it looks like you” “what why?” Hansung asks offended. “Sister says beautiful people cause trouble. If baby looks like you it might be in trouble. That’s what she tells me” Hansol says as Hansung smiles at your words.

Moments later yelling came “Hansung Hansung” one of your servants came rushing over to him “the baby is coming” she spoke as his eyes widen. “The gods are finally bringing baby” Hansol says as he was lifted by Hansung. “What are you doing?” he asks “we got to get home” he spoke as he took off running.


“Mother don’t leave” you whined as panic filled you “I won’t don’t worry” she promised as you laid your head onto her as a wave of pain hit you “you did this three times and it amazes me” you told her as you squeezed her hand. She chuckled as a midwife entered the room. As she went to check she was surprised “you may want to start to push” she spoke as you looked confused “I can see the top of your baby’s head” she says as you nod.


Hansung panicked as he heard your screams as he put down Hansol and rushed to find you. “Y/N!” he yells as your mother comes out of a room. “It’s a girl” she said as Hansung’s jaw drops as he fell backwards into the floor. “Are you alright?” she asks as Hansung smiles “I have a daughter” he said excited as he got up and ran into the room. “A girl Hansung” you say as he comes over pushing the sweaty locks from your forehead as he glances down at the small girl in your arms. “Hello my baby” he coos in a whisper as he climbs in laying your head onto his chest. “You must be tired. And I’m sorry I was late” you hear him say as you shook your head “I rather you not see me like that” you laugh as he touches his daughter’s tiny cheek.

“Her name?” he asks you as you close your eyes “Sejun” you say as he smiles “hello Sejun” you hear as you get ready to fall asleep.

Second Family - Finn Bálor One-Shot

Request: Hey could you maybe do an imagine where Y/N and Finn introduce the baby to some of the WWE roster

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! ^.^

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Originally posted by be-evil2

- 3 Months Later -

“Ava!” You giggled, bringing your fingertips down to tickle against the little girl’s sides as she let out a shriek, a bubbly grin consisting of drool forming. You smiled, peppering her face in sweet kisses as you assembled her outfit for the day. “We’re taking you on a trip. How does that sound my sweet angel?” You cooed, watching as she kicked eagerly.

At three months old, Ava was developing normally. She was trying her hardest to roll over from her back to her tummy, not quite getting the full concept. Half of the time she would get stuck on her side and would grow agitated, meaning you or Finn had to quickly turn her back to first position.

She started to imitate sounds, widen her eyes at some things you’d say and even started to recognize faces. Of course she immediately knew you and Finn were her parents, but now she was starting to react to seeing you both. With you she would grin from ear to ear and wave her hands.

With Finn she would smile, giggle, and kick her feet which brightened his day up more than anything.

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Phil Lester - You tell him that you’re pregnant

You had speaking to your friend and YouTube Joe Sugg, you had mentioned to him that you had a surprise for your boyfriend Phil Lester and you wanted a fun way to be able to tell him. You had left that with Joe and all of a sudden Joe rang you to tell you that he had come up with an idea.

YouTuber whispers, the episode with Dan, Joe, Louise and Phil was very popular and people had been asking for it again. This gave you the perfect opportunity would be joining in this game so that while Phil had his head phones on he would have to guess what you would be saying, it also meant he wouldn’t question having a camera to catch his reaction when he found out.

It was decided that you would all make a remake of the video that was made so long ago so you could tell Phil you were pregnant. Of course you told the others before hand so they wouldn’t give it away when they heard you telling Phil but they were the only people that knew because you felt bad enough that they knew before Phil so you chose not to tell anyone else not even family before he did.

You all decide to do it at Dan, Phil’s and your flat so less people have to travel and Joe was in the process of moving while Louise was already coming into London this weekend anyway,, you sit down on his bed with the others, Louise is lay on Phil’s, Dan’s and Joe’s lap while you sit behind them, resting your chin on his shoulder.

The video starts and you all take it in turns to try and figure the thing that Joe said first but we are all terrible and get it completely wrong, it also turns incredibly rude but we won’t talk about that.

“Anyone want a go to start?” Joe asks sneakily raising his eye brows at me just as i say i will Phil stands up

“I will” he grins looking down at you with a wink, you frown wondering why he is so excited

“Sorry Phil, (Y/N) called it” Joe smirks, you slide over to the side of the bed where Joe usually sits when he starts off “Phil you can second in line and then you can make one up first” Joe grins just as Phil places headphones on and starts dancing beside you.

Finally everyone settles and you can begin, you turn to Phil who has just stopped dancing in his seat.

“I’m pregnant” you grin, Phil’s head leans to the side confused and you can’t help but think he looks completely and utterly adorable

“Ham is nice?… Yeah i guess it’s okay?” Phil laughs awkwardly raising his eyebrows

You shake your head with a laugh before repeating yourself making sure you really pronounce your words because you didn’t want him to give up. “I-M P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T”

Phil look taken back, you stand up with a grin as it click with Phil, he rips his headphones off and looks around to the other three stood near the door watching. Louise is in tears, clutching a tissue to her nose. Dan is watching on proudly while Joe has the biggest grin on his face.

“Say again” Phil say just to confirm he heard it right even though its pretty obvious 

“I’m pregnant” you laugh and Phil’s eyes just open up wid and the first thing he says…?

“Damn!” he says looking annoyed

“Huh?” you question nervously 

“I’m not going to get to have my go now” Phil says making you laugh in relief, you really though he wasn’t happy but he gets up and wraps you in a hug and gives you a kiss

“I love you” Phil smiles kissing you quickly again

“I love you too” you reply with a the biggest smile on your face

“My go!” Phil suddenly says “I will start and (Y/N) you go last” he says taking you to the back off the room soon followed by an excited looking Louise and Dan but you can’t as what’s going on because you have to put the headphones on so that you don’t hear what Phil says to Joe.

You wait until last even though you’re impatient and want to hear what is being said so then you can all celebrate Phil finding out that you’re pregnant. Phil finally walks over and takes your hand and leads to his and yours bed where Dan is sitting across from you, he winks at you making you laugh

You rock from side to side along with the music but you focus on Dan’s mouth, you had always been quite good at this game. You get closer to his mouth just as he start to speak.

“bfoewbgpnwea” that’s all you see, you raise one eyebrow extremely confused 

“Huh?” you giggle shaking your head

Dan tries a couple more times but for once you really don’t have a clue in the end he shakes his head in a joking annoyance way before nodding his head in the direction behind you, you roll your eyes before laughing then turning around.

Your hands fly to your face and its your time to let your eyes widen. Phil is behind you on one knee with a small black box which he opens when you have turned around. You quickly rip the headphones off your ears as your eyes fill with tears.

“This was why i was annoyed… you stole my idea” Phil winks “You know i have loved you since the day i met you and i can’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you and our baby so will you do me the honour of marrying me” Phil says suddenly shy

You jump up from the bed, a tear slips out of your eye as you walk towards Phil nodding, the other three cheer from around you as Phil slips the beautiful diamond engagement ring on your finger before he hugs and kisses you

“Great minds think alike huh?” Phil whispers in your ear, you find that you can’t trust your voice so you just nod into his chest as you wrap your arms tighter around him

A continuation of this post suggesting aaron and neil become friends

so i added a bunch of hcs in the tags on that post but i wanted to flesh them out a bit more so here we goo! more fluff and domestic things bc apparently that’s my Thing now

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